CHAPTER 472: CHAPTER 232: SHIAYAR, DESECRATING ABUNDANCE!

It made the Goddess of Abundance feel an indescribable closeness and familiarity, compelling her to trust the other party.

Within those layered calls, her rationality and vigilance were gradually worn away.

Subsequently, she headed towards a more distant direction.

...

Abundance’s hazy consciousness revived once more.

She opened her eyes in confusion, and her blurred vision slowly regained focus.

Swaying white cloth—or rather, curtains.

Silver window frames.

And old glass.

And a distant blackboard, densely covered with writing in some square-like script.

She glanced at that script but couldn’t understand its meaning.

This was an extremely rare occurrence.

As an Ancient Demon Wolf that existed long before the Glorious Era, Abundance was familiar with all languages since the dawn of the Main Material Plane.

Even for some obscure languages of small races that she hadn’t encountered before, Abundance could find a similar linguistic prototype or variant to infer the meaning.

However, the text on this blackboard didn’t resemble a variant of any language Abundance knew—

It was as if it originated from another real world.

Abundance regained her composure and found herself seated beside a square classroom desk.

As for her clothing, the original majestic robe from the Temple of Abundance had somehow transformed into a blue and white striped uniform, with a butterfly bow hanging at her chest.

The extremely short pleated skirt made Abundance feel quite uncomfortable.

She didn’t realize that in some world, her current attire was also known as—a sailor suit.

But at this moment, Abundance no longer had the leisure to ponder why she ended up in a sailor suit.

Because...

In front of her, at the lectern surrounded by dozens of desks, stood a handsome and slim figure.

Seeming to have noticed Abundance’s awakening, the figure turned slightly.

Only then could Abundance see the full appearance of the figure on the lectern.

He had jet-black messy hair with eyes as deep and still as ancient wells.

"Welcome to—"

"My world."

The epic and profound voice reminded Abundance of the stars and the sea.

Yet soon, that voice suddenly changed.

"Oh, come on—"

"Didn’t I ask you to create an imposing setting, filled with authority and pressure, making anyone nervous just by seeing it?!"

"I thought you’d conjure up the Pantheon of Ancient Greece or perhaps conjure a bronze table from the mist of the Tarot Assembly... and instead, you made a classroom?"

"Silver, come out and explain."

The youthful, delicate-faced boy, a face full of black lines, picked up the nape of a drowsy little white ferret from his shoulder.

Being held by the boy’s large hand by its fate nape, the fluffy little white ferret struggled in mid-air, its eyes like red jewels full of grievance.

"Whimper whimper (I definitely did as you instructed, Master.)"

"Whimper whimper (This classroom is the most solemn, oppressive, and anxiety-inducing setting in your memory, Master.)"

The ferret shook its fuzzy white tail in protest as Silver whimpered, "Whimper whimper (Besides, choosing this place aligns with what you intend to do with the female wolf in front of you.)"

"Whimper, whimper (According to the film records in the study materials folder of the Jayee database...)"

The little white ferret excitedly wagged its tail, as if claiming credit:

"Whimper whimper (You just need to come to this place, then take a ring pendant from your pocket and swish it before her eyes a few times.)"

"Whimper whimper (Or take out a remote control or press the thing called ’Hypnosis App’ on your phone.)"

"Whimper whimper (Then even the most vigilant and powerful women will suddenly become obedient and compliant to you...) "

"Whimper, whimper! (Isn’t this what you want to achieve? To make this female wolf your obedient pawn and penetrate the enemy’s dark side.)"

"Whimper whimper (I even specifically dressed this female wolf in the corresponding attire from those films!)"

"Although that’s indeed the reasoning..."

"But are those study materials something you should be looking at?"

The boy, Shiayar, with a head full of black lines, grabbed the little white ferret by the nape and tossed it back onto his shoulder.

He hadn’t expected that the study materials he thought well-hidden would be discovered by these fun-pets—

And he forgot to lock the folder in the Jayee database, which was a mistake.

...

On the lectern, Shiayar and the little white ferret engaged in playful banter.

But on the other side, the Mother Goddess of Abundance, wearing unfamiliar clothing and sitting upright at her desk, lacked the leisure of the boy in front of her.

Because she had recognized the identity of the other.

The one mentioned by Golden Elf Hathaway, far stronger than her, the true creator of magic and the Arcane Arts, the real pioneer of the Black Tower, a pure blood Human—