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Li Pu raised a small eyebrow.
Where the blade tip sank, half of the cold blade floated and twisted in the soft crimson light.
The translucent, bright red, perfectly round water sphere, with its sinuous, sensual veins, allowed Li Pu to clearly see the blade sandwiched between it from the outside!
Jill, the voluptuous policewoman in a latex suit, reacted extremely quickly, immediately grabbing 2B's longsword with both hands!
2B decisively abandoned the knife!
A flash of cold light appeared from the short samurai sword at his waist, and he thrust it straight at Li Pu on the other side!
Jill was agile and nimble. She suddenly bent down and swept her leg, trying to disrupt 2B's balance. This large bending and lowering exposed the plump and round buttocks that were tightly wrapped in the latex suit. They bounced violently with her push-off!
A sense of satisfaction swept through Li Pu's heart—he couldn't help but sigh that the power of 'prosperity' was even more awe-inspiring when it was manifested in Jill's flesh and blood.
But now, he's had enough fun.
The farce is over, time to get the little one out!
The thought of blaspheming Marika arose spontaneously in his mind, without needing to be sung.
"boom--!"
Another burst of golden light erupted!
Jill and 2B were like two withered leaves in a storm, violently tossed about and slammed to the ground by the overwhelming energy!
Almost simultaneously, the two of them fell headfirst into the rubble without any resistance!
Their upper bodies were buried deep in the rubble, leaving only their plump, fleshy thighs pointing towards the gray sky, struggling in vain.
The next second! Young Li Pu charged headlong into the giant gate that 2B had sworn to protect!
Alice, who was outside the painting, panicked instantly. "Oh no! He's going to find me!"
Leave of absence: I'm taking one day off on August 13th. I'll make up for it with a full update when I get back, mwah~
Marika and the Golden Law, along with various analyses of the fragmented narrative of the legal system, have left this cloud-like reader completely bewildered.
I almost got stuck on this material yesterday and ended up writing a bunch of short essays.
I almost repeated the same mistakes as the previous book. I need time to adjust my mindset, otherwise I'll become a traitor to Miyazaki.
I'll make up for it with four more updates when I get back, mwah mwah mwah mwah or 2 (still the curvy version of kowtowing).
Chapter 119 Alice, the Little Bread Runaway from the Sea of Flowers
"Oh no! He's finding me!"
Even within her "divine realm," where the flow of time is completely different from the outside world, Alice still felt as helpless as a frightened fawn.
Beside her, Marika, who was trying her best to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, couldn't help but let her lips curl up silently and very slowly...
The young generation, a great defeat for the bandits.
The child had done everything he could, even exceeding her expectations.
So next...
It was time for her, as his "mother," to do something for him.
"What? Your Excellency, the Supreme Divinity—" The surging power of the Golden Law rippled around Marika as she reached out and gripped Alice's slender wrist like an iron clamp. "Are you just going to shirk your responsibility and deny everything?!"
“My child, you have completed your ‘trial’ brilliantly.”
Alice, the young girl, was on the verge of tears. What kind of trial was this?!
Whose main god would become the prize for the trial?
No way! Who wants to be this damn "prize"?
It's all that kid's fault... He was too swift and brilliant when he made his move. She's been awake and asleep for so many years and has never seen the ruins so lively. She got so engrossed in watching that she completely forgot about the "prize"!
Moreover, she didn't stop it from beginning to end, which is tantamount to admitting it...
Now that the die is cast, if I were to go back on my word, I would lose face and my reasoning would be completely untenable.
But I can't really let her become his child bride, can I?
No! Absolutely not!
Even if I do have a strange, inexplicable fondness for him, this is way too fast and too outrageous!
I'm just a little girl who's a few hundred thousand years old and has just woken up!
But the "ragged" blonde-haired big foreign woman in front of her still clung tightly to her little foreign woman, her aura fierce.
This woman is clearly a demigod. If it really comes down to a fight to the death... I, a newly resurrected ancient god whose divine power is no longer what it once was, might not be able to defeat her...
Overwhelmed with shame, Alice could only look at Bahamut, the only person she could call a "familiar face," with pleading eyes, blinking pitifully like a drowning kitten—"Save me!"
Unexpectedly, what came into view was Bahamut's face, which smelled so bad it looked like it could be wrung out of black water.
She was ready to leave.
I got slapped in the face by that kid again, and I'm in a terrible mood!
Alice understood instantly:
They sold everything to their friends and then ran away!
Bad woman!!!
"Bahamut—you! You! Big! Bad! Guy!!!"
Amid Alice's annoyed scolding, Bahamut's figure faded into the void, slowly disappearing into the realm of the gods...
Marika's smile widened, almost to the point of being "wicked." "See, even your friend agrees to this agreement."
"I, I!" Alice's face turned bright red, but she was stuck there and couldn't find any words to refute it. Now she had no hope at all.
Sensing the time was right, Marika, who had been plotting for a long time, immediately changed her tone:
"To have the 'Supreme Divinity' itself personally serve my child... that does indeed sound far too shocking and beneath your dignity. Perhaps..."
Alice paused, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "How about..."
“How about…” Marika leaned closer, revealing her signature “political fake smile,” “that you generously bestow upon him more ‘attention’ and ‘blessings’…” She deliberately emphasized these two words, “Before your divine power is fully restored, on behalf of my good-for-nothing little brat, I dare to reserve a place for you—a ‘demigod’ seat that belongs to your destiny.”
Indeed, the power of 'Supreme Divinity' is extremely rare.
She possesses the immense power of the Golden Law, and can indeed confront this ancient god who has just been revived and whose position is not yet secure—but so what?
A mutually destructive situation, where both sides are wounded and blood is spilled, is never the choice of a wise person. In her eyes, the essence of the power struggle lies in how to extract the value of every bargaining chip to the fullest extent, and how to weave every possible gain into a web of future power.
Taking this opportunity, she not only wants her little brat to firmly accept this power that can open the path to godhood for him, but also wants to make this 'supreme divinity' that was forced to be revived prematurely become a key move in her grand game that can affect the balance of power!
They support an old god who is still weak and in dire need of allies and resources, and then use various means to turn Him and His followers into their own "puppet" forces.
Is there a more robust and efficient form of "mutual assistance and win-win" than this?
In the eyes of this "dirty adult," one should make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible.
As one side rises and the other falls, the overall trend naturally unfolds.
As soon as Marika finished speaking, a bright and radiant smile appeared on Alice's face, as bright as the sunshine after a rain!
Wow! This "ragged" older sister is surprisingly easy to talk to!
"Big sister, you're such a kind person! You never bully anyone!"
Marika looked at the ancient god before her, who possessed only the mind of a young girl, with a half-smile.
“Deal! I actually secretly gave him a little bit of a blessing before,” the pretty young Alice waved her hand, her tone relaxed and a little smug. “Since you’re so easy to talk to, big sister, I’ll give him a few more blessings!”
As soon as she finished speaking, she magically took out a crystal-clear, pure lily from the delicate little flower basket she had been carrying, its petals edged with a starlight-like glow.
She tiptoed and gracefully and solemnly handed it to Marika's waiting hands.
"Here, you can just give this to him."
"The flower of destiny that you will see as you journey through life."
"I can sense that the power of his destiny is draining away. Giving him this flower will stop it, and he will be twice as strong as before!"
Marika was puzzled, but silently put away the flowers. "Thank you. By the way, please try not to leave this ruin in the future, or it will cause some trouble."
"Mmm." Alice nodded quickly, a sweet smile on her face.
After exchanging a few polite words with Alice, Marika left the realm of the gods.
The lovable yet exasperating little brat is out of danger, so she doesn't need to linger here any longer.
Time passed, and...
"Blonde older sister?"
"Bahamut? Are you still there?"
Is anyone there?
After calling out several times, there was no response.
Alice's face lit up with joy. She put her hands on her hips, her eyes shining brightly:
"Haha! I'm already awake! Why can't I go out and play!"
"My sister 2B is broken too, and nobody cares about me anymore!"
"Oh wait! I need to go find someone to fix her! That way I'll have a legitimate reason to!"
Alice, carrying a flower basket, grinned from ear to ear.
Then another idea popped into her head for no apparent reason: "After I get out, I must have a cup of papaya milk every day!"
……
"Let me think, where should we go first..."
"Ah, right! There! Let the 'Hero's Journey' of the New Era begin there!"
This charming young woman, once hailed as the Valkyrie of "Miracle" and "Hope," looked around at the dazzling sea of flowers, her gaze settling on the direction of Zone H, her eyes flickering slightly!
Then her figure began to dance with the petals, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chapter 120 Go ahead and crush me!
The heavy underground iron gate shattered under the impact of Li Pu's golden ring, sending iron filings and fragments flying everywhere.
Li Pu stepped over the twisted, scorching metal debris and strode into the core area of the research institute's final level.
But the sight before him made him suddenly stop in his tracks.
The cold, sterile instruments under the stark white lights, the nutrient tanks soaking twisted chunks of flesh, or the hellish laboratory littered with corpses after a viral leak...
It can't be said to be exactly the same as the scene he saw, but it's more accurate to say it's completely unrelated.
As far as the eye can see, the view is flooded with colorful flowers, and their fragrance fills the lungs in an instant, making them exceptionally sweet.
The walls, floors, ceilings, hanging pipes, and cold, massive equipment... all the exposed hard structures were incredibly covered with colorful little flowers, like a thick carpet woven by moonlight, radiating a tranquil and soft halo, gently enveloping everything.
On several exposed walls, there were adorable graffiti by children.
However, the strangest thing is the huge operating table in the center of this laboratory.
What could barely be guessed was originally a huge, cold, angular, stainless steel human experimentation operating table with faint traces of leather buckles still remaining. Now it was completely... a girl's dream bed!
The metal bed frame of the operating table was covered thickly and messily with several layers of patched floral patchwork sheets;
An astonishing number of soft, fluffy feather pillows and stuffed dolls were piled up haphazardly.
A corner of a down comforter blanket that looks extremely comfortable and is filled with fluff was casually lifted to reveal more floral and small yellow flower patterns underneath.
On a bedside table converted from a surgical tool rack, an old, adorable ceramic lamp with peeling paint stands quietly, next to several well-worn children's books—covered with all sorts of childish doodles. A cute, one-eyed teddy bear is "sitting" on one of the books.
With his youthful spirit, Li Pu immediately realized that the teddy bear was probably on night watch.
A pair of pale yellow, rabbit-shaped cloth slippers, stained with some mud, lay carelessly on the floor beside the bed.
To be honest, the little guy's "room" is much better decorated and more comfortable than his bare, dark little house...
However, he could see that every detail here revealed a girl's extremely distorted yet extremely pure longing and fantasy about "home" and "warmth".