The lake was quite large, and Maggie walked around it for a long time before she could vaguely see what appeared to be the snake's head. There was also a faint blood-red hue beneath the surface of the lake.
Maggie quickened her pace, and sure enough, on the shore of the lake ahead, the serpent head of the Dark God's true form drooped, its eyes closed, its life hanging in the balance.
A sense of unease rose within him, and he jogged over to the snake's head. There, he saw a dagger stuck seven inches from the snake's body, causing the wound to bleed profusely, unable to heal or stop the bleeding.
"..."
Maggie looked at the somewhat familiar dagger, her feelings extremely complicated.
"It really is a coincidence."
She looked up at the oasis again, and combined with her memory of visiting the Tomb of the False God, it was hard not to wonder if there was a folded space in this area.
Could there be a hapless black dragon named Rielta lying inside that was just killed?
Maggie stood there, staring at the black dragon dagger for a long time, before finally sighing and using magic to pull it out.
Blood gushed out, almost splattering all over Maggie's head and face.
At the same time, the enormous snake eyes slowly opened, meeting Maggie's gaze as she raised her hand to cast a spell.
The snake's head alone was almost taller than her, and its eyes reflected her entire figure perfectly, like a full-length mirror.
This is why Maggie was able to use magic to pull out the dagger. Given her size, let alone pulling out the knife herself, even climbing onto the serpent's body was a different story.
"I'm saving you."
Although Maggie felt that this was a dream and that the dark god Greyius could not harm her, she still offered a brief explanation to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Snake's eyes narrowed, and it was unclear what he was thinking, but in the end he did not harm Maggie.
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he could understand her and hadn't lost his mind.
She glanced at Greysius's wound. Although the wound was slowly healing after the dagger was pulled out, given the amount of bleeding, he would probably remain weak for a long time.
Considering that Gracius's battle for godhood was still in its final stage, Maggie thought for a moment and decided to turn around and find him some medicine to heal his wounds.
The giant snake watched Maggie the whole time, neither thanking her nor asking any questions, just staring at her silently until she turned and left, without saying a word.
Theoretically, Maggie did come here, but tens of thousands of years later, the place had even changed from a desert to a forest.
However, the current timeframe is likely shortly after the end of the Scourge, so there are probably plenty of highly effective magical herbs everywhere.
Maggie didn't have to exert much effort to find several kinds of hemostatic herbs in the oasis, although she didn't know if they would work for Greysius, who already possessed demigod status.
It could actually be healed with magic, but unfortunately, Maggie is just a piece of trash right now.
Her healing spells are ineffective against gods, and she can barely heal even her own serious injuries. She can only treat minor injuries, so this option is a complete no-go.
When Maggie returned to Greysius's side, her expression almost cracked on the spot.
It turned out that at some point, the giant snake had transformed from its original form into human form. At this moment, it was sitting sideways against a rock, almost naked, with only its vital areas covered by snake scales.
His long, pure black hair hung down, winding and twisting on the ground like snakes.
Blood was still flowing from his neck at a visible rate, pooling into a puddle beneath him.
While battle-damaged, long-haired, snake-like handsome men are certainly attractive, that's only if they're clothed. This naked man, Maggie, is someone Maggie could never enjoy.
Seemingly sensing Maggie's approach, Greysius slowly opened his eyes. His gaze first swept over Maggie's face, then turned to her bosom. When he touched the medicinal herbs, his thin lips pursed almost imperceptibly.
"Uh, I'm back."
Maggie didn't know what to say, so she could only mumble incoherently with a blank expression.
Greysius seemed surprised by Maggie's response. He paused noticeably for a moment before giving a hesitant "hmm" in reply.
"?"
When Maggie heard the reply, three or four question marks appeared on her head, because she thought Graysius wouldn't pay attention to her.
They were more polite than she had imagined.
And indeed, he was Perkin's past life; their personalities were quite similar.
And so, the god and the man spent a short time in complete silence, neither of them speaking.
Gracius did not stop Maggie from treating him, and things proceeded peacefully until Maggie completely covered his wound with the prepared medicine. When Maggie looked up, her eyes met Gracius's.
When treating the wound, Maggie adhered to the principle of "see no evil, hear no evil" throughout.
But inevitably, you'll still get a glimpse of it; Gracius's physique is so good it's drool-worthy, you can't take your eyes off him after a few glances.
"All done, I'm leaving now."
Maggie wasn't sure if this was a dream or reality, a parallel universe or the past, but after doing all that, she had no reason to stay, so she simply said goodbye.
She stood up decisively and dusted off her hands.
"name."
Greysius tilted his head slightly to look at Maggie, and as he spoke, you could see his Adam's apple bobbing and his clearly defined collarbone.
"..."
Maggie remained silent, unsure whether to speak or not.
The air was silent. For reasons unknown, Gracius stared intently at Maggie, waiting for her answer, as if he would wait forever if she didn't speak.
Maggie felt a little awkward, as if she would feel guilty if she didn't tell him.
Finally, Maggie thought for a moment and was about to open her mouth to say something when the scenery in front of her suddenly began to fade away. She was stunned because one second she was in an oasis and the next she had become a statue.
She returned to the prayer room.
"?"
Maggie stared blankly at her hands, feeling as if she had been lost in thought for a long time, because the sun had already risen outside the prayer room, and it was no longer early morning.
But she couldn't remember any of the things that had just been on her mind.
"Oh no, will I get Alzheimer's from praying for too long?"
Maggie fell into deep self-doubt.
"Am I just too focused? Am I really going to be brainwashed and start believing in the God of Light?"
She pondered for a while but came to no conclusion. In the end, she could only attribute it to the wonder of the human brain, which can make time pass quickly or slowly.
Maggie stood up. After finishing her prayer, she had to go to the arena. The competition was only three days away from ending, and the water elemental spirit in Laurie's hands was still waiting for her.
She's so busy, what's the difference between her and a corporate slave?
Maggie thought sadly to herself.
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