CHAPTER 442: CHAPTER 347: RETURN TO BLACK STONE TOWN

’The Hidden Cultivator’ and ’Rabbit’ remained silent, recalling Mister Death’s admonition before they went upstairs.

Mister Death, observing this, felt a touch of relief but, to avoid any mishaps, still placed a finger to his lips, making a silencing gesture. Seeing the others nod in response, he returned to his original spot, took out his phone, and resumed tracking the latest developments of ’Asgard’.

"I didn’t expect you to be so quiet?"

’The Hidden Cultivator’s voice reverberated within the Spirit Ocean—this was a result of a ’wondrous artifact’. Choosing not to disturb the ’lamp holder’, she opted to communicate with ’Rabbit’ this way.

It wasn’t surprising that ’The Hidden Cultivator’ found it peculiar.

In her eyes, ’Rabbit’ was a lively, mischievous girl, straightforward and playful by nature. The fact that the ’lamp holder’ was residing at No. 10, Sky Mountain Garden, yet carried such an air of superiority, imposing rules against any disturbance, would probably irk her. While ’Rabbit’ might not dare to openly reprimand him, muttering under her breath was almost unavoidable.

But contrary to expectations... Rabbit didn’t voice any dissatisfaction, remaining eerily quiet, as though she had become an entirely different person.

"Boss, I—I—I wanted to stand up for you initially, you know? After all, the ’lamp holder’ is living in your house but acts like he owns the place and forbids us to disturb him—how outrageous! But—but—strangely enough, even though he’s just sitting there quietly playing games, with no terrifying aura or overt display of power, there’s an overwhelming fear that originates from deep within my soul, something that prevents me from showing even the slightest disrespect. It feels as though, as though..."

Speaking at the heart level, ’Rabbit’ stumbled at this point, stammering as she struggled to find the right words. After a moment’s pause, she added with a trace of reverence: "It feels like facing a divine being. And not just any divine being—the highest-ranking, most terrifying kind of deity."

Was this truly ’Rabbit’s’ sensation?

’The Hidden Cultivator’ reflected on her own feeling upon entering the living room earlier and encountering the ’lamp holder’. Vastness, eternity, intimacy—it was as if embodying the natural essence of the universe itself, cloaked in inexplicable radiance, exuding an indescribable nobility.

Following this line of thought,

She also recalled how Mister Death had attained rebirth in the hands of the ’lamp holder,’ transforming into a Transcendent Life of the Natural Domain.

She remembered the ’lamp holder’s’ promise to grant her an opportunity to ascend to godhood.

Eyes gleaming with anticipation,

...

Meanwhile,

Yang Qizhou also sensed ’The Hidden Cultivator’ and ’Rabbit’s’ arrival. With the power of the ’Spiritual Dragon,’ even their heart-level interaction could not escape his notice. However, as the game’s story reached a critical juncture, he had no intention of dealing with them for now.

The game continued to refresh.

"As a purple radiance swirled across your body, the scenery before you started to shift, becoming illusory and twisted, flickering like a lantern show."

"You stepped away from the ’Truth Hall.’"

"When you opened your eyes again, what lay before you was a town constructed from an endless array of massive black stones. That’s right—this is ’Black Stone Town,’ abode of the six great cults."

"No horrifying tremors followed immediately, which means it’s temporarily safe."

"You exhaled deeply."

"You thought of the ’Profane Wizard’ Philis who dwells here, wondering what she might be up to and how deeply her Erosion of this town has progressed."

"You are currently being hunted by the ’Master of Millions’ and certainly don’t wish to provoke another ’Profane Wizard’ unnecessarily, avoiding further chaos. You promptly utilize ’Destiny Replay,’ activating the power of the ’Dream Hidden World Clothes’ to conceal your presence."

"Choosing first to move to a secure location, you began gauging how you might bypass Philis of the ’God of Black Mist’ and navigate into the ’Land of Prayer Light.’"

"As you pondered,"

"A complaining voice suddenly echoed inside your mind... ’Honorable Wizard, please hurry up and fulfill your promise—grant me a new vessel! This state of being without hands or feet, unable to move, is simply unbearable.’

"The speaker was ’Little Seventeen.’

"She was deeply dissatisfied with her present condition."

"Hey, hey, hey, we’re currently being chased by the ’Master of Millions.’ This is no joking matter, and you still have the leisure to focus on this issue?"

"Your thoughts were filled with grumbling, yet you were well aware that your actions were the reason the ’Master of Millions’ targeted the Truth Hall, which led to ’Little Seventeen’ losing her home and her physical vessel. You were filled with guilt and, having long since devised a solution for this predicament, decided not to procrastinate and resolve the matter immediately."

"Reaching out your hand into the Void, you pulled forth a figure clad in a pitch-black maid’s outfit—"

"Yes,

"This was none other than the amalgamation of the ’Demon King Puppet’ and the core of the ’Battle Maid,’ forming the ’Battle Angel Maid.’"

"The ’Battle Angel Maid,’ cold as an ice sculpture, engaging only in mechanical slaughter, did not act this way because of her disposition. It was due to her lack of ’spirituality,’ meaning no self-awareness, leaving her to rely solely on battle instincts."

"If ’Little Seventeen’s’ core were combined with the ’Battle Angel Maid,’"

"It would precisely fill this gap."

"Contemplating the transformation of the solitary, aloof, supreme-over-everything icy black maid into the spirited and energetic ’Little Seventeen,’ you couldn’t help but feel a slight reluctance. Nonetheless, you eventually placed the two together."