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Chapter 136: Two Portions of Confidence

“Tsk…”

Hilda completely ignored the threats and the attempts at sowing discord from the other party, but just as the woman had said, the special communicator she clutched in her hand emitted no light or frequency nearby, as if it was entirely silent.

“Alright, next I need to hurry and gather other fragments, so I don’t have time to waste with you, little brat. But don’t worry, it’s rare to find a promising candidate who can awaken part of my power, so I won’t be in a rush to remove you. Just right, the production base over there needs a guardian, so you’ll take that role.”

“Hilda Kurk, right? You should feel honored; you will become the first angel created after the Earth Mother Goddess Xi Fu returns to this world ~”

The blue-haired, gray-eyed woman stepped forward. Although Hilda didn’t understand what she was up to, she knew it wouldn’t be anything good. Since she couldn’t send any information, even though she knew the hope was slim, she spread her wings, attempting to escape.

Unfortunately, with just a flick of the wrist, the gray vines summoned by Hilda were easily transformed and wrapped around her, binding her tightly like a dumpling, leaving her lying on the ground unable to move.

The disparity in power between the two sides was clearly unimaginable.

“Come on now, stop squirming. This is a blessing that many dream of but can hardly attain; you will gain a power that was once completely unimaginable. All you need to give in return is a tiny bit of loyalty. After all, the gifts from the gods do come with a price.”

The woman knelt down, extending a delicate white finger, lightly tapping on the forehead of the white-feathered mage, whose mouth was sealed and could only glare at her with cold eyes.

“!!!”

A massive surge of gray mist rushed in through her fingertip, flooding into Hilda’s body, and she immediately convulsed violently, rolling her eyes back, letting out pitiful muffled cries that made it seem like she was experiencing some horrific agony.

The woman, claiming to be Xi Fu, withdrew her finger after just a few seconds of contact, as if she suddenly remembered something and covered her mouth, chuckling softly.

“Oh right, this process might hurt a bit, after all, it’s the life force being transformed, so there’ll be a bit of mixed-up effects. But don’t worry, just endure it and it will pass. If you can’t take it, then it’s just death ~ As my excellent descendant, I believe you can do it, good luck ~”

A large area of eerie gray spread downward from Hilda’s snowy long hair, gradually assimilating everything about her.

And Xi Fu, as if completely unconcerned about the outcome, stood up straight, gazing up at the crumbling Island of Spris in the air, and the magic island gradually rising from the abyss, entwined with gray plants.

“Finally, I have returned to this realm, heh heh, world… you better watch out.”

The scene before her suddenly wavered; the woman who looked like Xi Fu was still standing there, but Vilyric quickly realized that Hilda, who was being transformed by power, had somehow disappeared, as did the magic island and the Abyss Beasts.

All that remained was the pitch-black night and the equally deep abyss below.

Suddenly, the blue-haired, gray-eyed woman turned around, directing her seemingly indifferent gaze toward the Priestess, who had been observing until now.

“Hi there!”

Huh? Is the story’s CG finished? Is this real-time dialogue now?

Vilyric was just about to try saying “Hello,” when the other party immediately continued.

“There’s no need to try to communicate with me. What you’re seeing now is just a little sentiment and gift I left in little Hilda’s mind. My true self left a long time ago.”

“Though it seems unlikely, if someone really could see this image, I must admit you’re quite impressive. That series of receptions I meticulously designed before, many of those from back then wouldn’t have easily handled it, after all, the Doomsday Cannon was supposedly designed to combat gods.”

Doomsday Cannon? Was it that red beam from before?

Indeed, based on the destructive power in that illusion, its might was comparable to a standard player’s large-scale 9th-tier magic. To combat a god, huh…

That means at least gods can exert 9th-tier magical level power. So, they must be level 80 or higher, coincidentally aligning with the situation of this world’s Pseudo-Gods.

I’ll note that down as potentially useful information, but I can’t fully trust it.

“Although I don’t know what you came to my production base for, it’s probably just to cause trouble; such things have been commonplace for over a thousand years. Who would have thought there are still righteous messengers keen on this?”

“Since you’ve made it this far, I suppose you must have broken my new toys, huh? Such a lack of class, how could you lay a hand on such a delicate beauty… tsk tsk.”

Ah, what a chatterbox this one is. Clearly, Xi Fu Lin… wait, she also seems to love chatting. It’s just that communicating through a seal is rather exhausting, so she rarely spoke.

Could it be that Xi Fu, the original god, had a similar personality?

Despite being shards from the same god, with similar traits, there’s such a massive difference in concepts. Vilyric found it quite surprising.

While there were many similarities in speaking style and habits, this Xi Fu… whether with her more frivolous tone or her indifferent attitude toward life, even bordering on cruel, is completely different from the steady and gentle Xi Fu Lin.

The original “Southern Disaster Phantom Cloud,” who rampaged to collect power, had an entirely different character. Can the same entity truly diversify to such a degree over time?

As the Priestess pondered, the unending babble from the other party showed no signs of stopping.

“In conclusion, if you came to stop me, congratulations, you’ve succeeded! Just destroy this island, and those little guys you call Abyss Beasts won’t be able to move at all; feeling happy?”

“But…”

A sly smile curled on Xi Fu’s rosy lips, seemingly unconcerned about her so-called “production base” being destroyed.

“By losing some cannon fodder, I’ve drawn you, a strong one, here; that’s already a huge profit for me. After all…”

She seemed to suddenly realize something, deliberately covering her mouth, exposing a mock frightened smile.

“Oh dear, that was close; I almost revealed my plan ~ Anyway, you can ponder it slowly. And about breaking my toys, don’t think I’ll let it slide easily. If we meet again, why don’t you take up that task personally, how does that sound? Hee hee ~”

The blue-haired, gray-eyed girl’s charming smile gradually faded away, and the surrounding environment began to fluctuate violently. Vilyric, having had relevant experiences before, understood this was a sign that the illusion was about to end.

“Is she provoking me, or just bluffing…?”

The Priestess took one last glance at where the other party had vanished, and for some reason, her lips gradually curved into an intrigued smile.

Interesting, this portion of confidence, she found quite appealing.

 

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