Chapter 194
Yak sat in a chair made of pure white marble, looking hesitantly at his breakfast.
“You still have to eat your own body. These are parts that you originally had, and their compatibility with you is incomparable to any material I later imitated.” Foy pointed to the blurry lump on his plate: “Even if it’s disgusting, you have to eat it.”
Yak hesitated for a moment, then used a knife to cut off a piece of the sticky substance.
Then I put it in my mouth.
"Don't spit it out."
"I know."
In short, after half an hour, Ark swallowed all of his original body parts.
If that's true, you'll be able to recover better.
“If you’re interested after dinner, you can retrieve your magic seal. I’m trying to use it better, but right now only your magic core is compatible with it.” Filton paused and said, “If you want your magic core back, return the one that’s currently on you. I only have two of those. The Land of the Dead needs the power of the dead to keep it running.”
As Foy spoke, he watched Yak's expression.
Expressionless.
But that's how others see it. In his eyes, you can still sense the guy's bewildered...anger.
This guy was very angry, not because he decided he shouldn't be angry, but because he was curious about what could possibly make someone as angry as this.
However, it's generally understood that this time it wasn't a single event that ignited Ark, but rather a series of attacks that drove this usually mild-mannered guy into a state of extreme rage.
Clearly, he had been hit by a series of events, and his mood was naturally terrible.
"As a way of repaying the kindness you once showed me, I'll give you some start-up capital so you can make a comeback anytime." He said softly, "Once you retrieve the Demon Seal, you'll probably have the fighting power of a Demon King by now. Just continue doing what you were doing before. You have friends in the church. With her protection, you'll continue to live a peaceful and joyful life."
"I have never had peace and joy."
“Relatively speaking, when you don’t have to worry about not seeing the sun the next day, you are already at peace and happy.” Foy finished his tea and looked at Ark’s eyes, which had lost their light and color.
With a deathly gray hue, after a few seconds of rage, once the anger subsided, only sorrow remained.
“I couldn’t even protect a single child,” Yak said softly. “I did start out thinking only of profit, but I suddenly realized I might have gone too far. If it were just the loss of goods, I could be indifferent. But this time, a child died because of me.”
“So you should feel ashamed, and then, in your shame, think carefully about what you can do.” Foy looked at him and said, “I need your help with something, is that alright?”
“I’ve received so much help from you, I can’t refuse.” Acton paused and said, “But I don’t know what I can do to help.”
“That’s why I’m asking you for help, because you can do it.” Foy said, rubbing his temples. “Now I’m the representative of the monsters, nominally, but in reality, I also have the power to command other races to serve me.”
"Because the Land of the Dead can represent the attitude of the demons, and you have the strength and ability to do so. Is there a problem with that?"
“Actually, my power isn’t as great as they promise. I need to convene a meeting of Demon Lords, and I hope all the Demon Lords we have now can attend.” Foy rested his head on his hand, looking at Ark, and said, “Could you help me make those contacts?”
How many Demon Lords are there in total now?
"Not many, but not few either. There should be close to twenty. We and Ling Sen have more than half. The rest will be the leaders of various races." Foy said, "This problem has made me realize that the demon race is a disorganized mess. I need to unite us. We are already weak. If we are not united, we will not have the right to challenge the church."
"I need you to provide the list."
"rest assured."
"Why don't you use communication?" Ark hesitated for a moment and said, "If you're a Demon Lord, you must have a way to communicate."
“If that’s possible, I won’t be asking you for help.” After hesitating for a moment, Foy said, “Anyway, there are probably six demon lords who are unwilling to communicate with me right now, probably because they don’t want to follow my orders. You can be my messenger, and I believe you can persuade them to come.”
"This is not something that can be done in a short time."
“So I’ll give you two years, and Prism will help you.” Foy said, looking at the guy sitting on the other side eating breakfast. “Her ability is spatial, which will make things much easier for you.”
"I think I've been sold out. You didn't tell me beforehand." She looked at Ark sitting opposite her with some dissatisfaction and said, "You could have just let me go by myself. That guy can't help."
“Ark is more important than you think.”
"I think it's just your bias, brother. You shouldn't let personal feelings get involved in this kind of thing."
Foy remained silent, not uttering a word.
“I did have an affair,” he said softly. “I admit it.”
Even if you were honest, I would not forgive you.
"But the experience I gained from my own journey makes me believe that this is someone I can rely on."
"reason?"
"intuition."
“Unreliable.” She made a simple assessment, then looked at the creature that hadn’t offered any explanation since they started communicating: “You should at least say something. We’re arguing about your problem.”
After a moment of silence, Yak looked at Foy and said, "I'm more curious about why you brought him here."
“I need a discussion to reach a consensus. This opportunity was directly killed by the Church, but as time goes by, I don’t want to miss the next one.” Foy closed his eyes slightly and leaned back in his chair. “Ark, I really wish I hadn’t become the Demon King back then and had been following you all over the world. It’s true that sitting here and giving orders is not my forte. I still wish I could travel around like you.”
“You saw with your own eyes what I just went through.”
“I don’t mind dying like that; I’m a bit tired of living. You’ve lived longer than me, and I’ve even thought for a long time about why you don’t end your life through suicide.” He said, emphasizing each word, looking at him and saying, “But you’re already dead now, and I doubt whether the dead even have the concept of being dead.”
"I don't know. I'll find out when I really disappear one day."
"Let's not talk about that. Do you agree to my request?"
"As long as I'm allowed to do business on the side."
"His nature remains unchanged."
"I am proud of this."
...Two weeks later, at the Central Church.
Benny opened her eyes and silently looked around.
I actually fell asleep.
It's very rare; this is the first time I've been able to fall asleep here.
In the past, I could never sleep peacefully in the church, no matter how safe I was.
Sleeping is the only possible way for me to die, and if I don't eliminate this possibility, it will happen sooner or later.
But now, inexplicably, I'm able to fall asleep in a place like this.
This is a branch church in the city, not the central church. One of its characteristics is the large number of people interacting here; if people from other places want to come to this city to meet the saints, they will come to the branch church.
Because the central church itself prohibits anyone from entering; anyone who enters, except for those who are recognized, will be considered to have committed a great disrespect.
Without someone protecting you, you'll basically be killed instantly if you go in.
Those who remain here in the branch church are either benevolent or immortal. Those two have the leisure to stay here.
And now, for some inexplicable reason, I also want to know what those guys are doing here.
So I came here specifically to see people from all over the world who come here to hear about it every day.
Not only humans or priests, but also powerful monsters.
This place is fraught with danger for clergy every day, so one should be vigilant just by staying here.
But he fell asleep right there in the reception room. There were no access restrictions; anyone could come in.
Anyone could walk in while I'm sleeping. All I need is a knife that can break through my defenses; I'd be dead by now.
But even though I've been asleep for who knows how long, I'm still alive and well.
Perhaps I was too harsh on myself before. Even with Xiaobai there and at least two teams of knights protecting me in my sleeping place, I still couldn't fall asleep peacefully.
Falling asleep peacefully without any protection this time might lead to a wrong judgment. If I really get used to this unwarranted sense of security, I might actually die one day.
However, after thinking for a moment, she closed her eyes with a hint of pain.
What am I living for?
I don't know, I don't understand, I just feel very upset.
She lived to meet the expectations of others, to be a saint, and to be one of the pillars that enabled the central church to hold such a position. She was also a necessary condition for Acre's well-being.
But now Ark's fate is unknown.
She hoped that Yak was dead, so that she would have an excuse to wallow in despair and to die.
She's lived too long, she's really tired.
She shouldered responsibilities she shouldn't have had to bear. That's why she was exhausted.
So it's good that you're dead.
She frowned and looked around. There was someone sitting in front of her, not just anyone.
It was a monster, not even humanoid, but a skeleton encased in black steel.
This guy is my new bodyguard; he needs to be replaced after Xiaobai dies.
The judge offered no explanation for Xiaobai's death.
That guy got in his way, so he killed Xiaobai as a result.
Simply put, he mentioned it briefly after they met.
Without any further explanation, he simply stated that he had killed her.
It was so simple that she didn't even feel angry. Xiaobai was dead; that was a fact. Even if she beat that guy up badly and broke every bone in his body, it wouldn't change the fact that Xiaobai was dead.
I just feel very sad.
Then I'll need to find a servant; sadly enough, I still need someone to take care of my daily needs. After all, my time, though long, is still precious.
We can't waste time on this kind of thing, so someone needs to take care of her daily life.
Monsters can be trusted in this regard, because honestly, they're all pretty stubborn. The monster that's replacing me this time is one that's been forcibly controlled using runes. While not very intelligent, its combat strength is at least at the Cataclysmic level. Plus, it's capable of doing what I ask, like serving tea and water.
I'm not satisfied, and I have no intention of returning it.
She closed her eyes again. Since she was already asleep, she figured a little longer wouldn't hurt. She was indeed tired, so she closed her eyes, ready to sleep a little longer.
"I...I don't recall you having a habit of sleeping well." The door was pushed open, and a woman in a white robe walked in and sat down beside her.
“I did not give you permission to sit down.”
"Don't be so petty. At least I haven't done anything to annoy you lately," the benevolent woman said with a smile that was truly comforting.
But inexplicably, he covered his eyes with bandages again, having previously covered his entire body with bandages for several years.
As for the reason, she asked once and received a witty reply. She never asked again. This guy was far more cunning than he seemed, so she knew she couldn't get the information she wanted from him anyway.
"Do you think I'll have to see your face all the time?" Benny said softly.
"You know you can't avoid me."
“Yes, even if I hate you, I can’t get you away from me.” Benny closed her eyes again. “Then you keep an eye on things for me while I take a nap.”
Aren't you afraid I'll stab you in the back?
Please make yourself at home.
"Haha, can I represent your current trust in me?"
"No, I don't trust you at all." Benny's voice trailed off as she said this, she was really going to sleep.
"By the way, aren't you going to ask what I've been up to lately? It's been a month since you last saw me." She rested her head on her hand, looking at the guy who was about to go to sleep, and asked, "Don't you want to know anything about Ark?"
"Is he still alive?"
"you guess."
"He's dead."
"You're making me unsure how to continue. That person is still alive."
"Yeah."
"He's in the Land of the Dead now, and I don't know anything more about him. I just went there to resurrect Little White. Interested in meeting your old friends?" The Benevolent One looked at the armored monster sitting there. "But you have new friends now, do you still want your old companions?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. You saved her life. I have no right to let her serve me anymore. If you want to poach someone, just ask her opinion. I welcome her back, but I don't mind if she leaves."
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