Unbeknownst to Maggie, a subtle change was taking place within her body while she slept. The previously 'normal' Gray Pearl, after absorbing the necromantic poison from Ficklin and being stimulated by the invisible barrier of the frontier, underwent a transformation.
Several strange patterns gradually appeared on the otherwise unremarkable surface of the gray bead, their vibrant colors resembling those of a poisonous mushroom after the rain, tempting people to pick it.
However, all of this happened inside her body, unnoticed by anyone.
Maggie is having another dream.
She stood there blankly for a long time before she remembered that she had been to this oasis before and had even saved the dark god Grecius.
Maggie subconsciously glanced around but didn't see Greysius. She wasn't surprised, though. He was healed and there was no need for him to stay and wait for her. Last time, she left so suddenly that she might be mistaken for a ghost.
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw Gracius emerge from a large rock not far away. Judging from his movements, he seemed to have just gone to do something and had just returned when he bumped into her.
"..."
The two were not far apart, their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.
Maggie didn't speak until Greysius walked up to her.
"Is your injury...healed?"
She hesitated slightly, feeling that asking the question was problematic, and not asking it was also problematic. A long time should have passed, and God's healing ability was very strong; the wound should have healed long ago.
But she woke up from her dream and left in a hurry, and it would be very impolite not to care about the other person.
"alright."
Greyius looked down at Maggie, his thin lips uttering two syllables softly, revealing little emotion, but Maggie guessed he was probably not angry.
Snakes' emotions can change quite noticeably. When they are unhappy, their pupils become long and narrow like needles, and they exude a dangerous aura.
These observations were made from Perkin.
Maggie thought that since it was a divine body, it should not be much different from a human body.
Moreover, a god like Gracius, who is a loner and has a unique personality, would probably be too lazy to pretend his emotions.
"Then why are you still here?"
Maggie was puzzled.
"Wait for you."
Gracius walked past Maggie on his own and stood behind her. His deep, magnetic voice brushed past her ear, like a feather brushing against her heart, sending shivers down her spine.
Maggie unconsciously covered her ears, trying to block out the strange feeling, but then felt it was a bit odd, so she simply lowered her arms.
"Were you waiting for me? You don't need to thank me."
This was the only reason she could think of, so she just said it directly.
Maggie turned to look at Greysius, but he didn't even look at her. He simply raised his hand and waved it lightly in the air, creating a spatial rift in front of him.
Looking inside, she could see a huge dragon corpse, and Maggie almost immediately thought of Rielta.
The unfortunate black dragon who lost his position to the Dark God.
"Come in."
He uttered two words and disappeared into the spatial rift. Maggie hesitated for a moment before following him.
Let's go take a look; we might find something unexpected.
Stepping into this folded space again—the Tomb of the False God—Maggie's feelings were somewhat complicated. If calculated according to the timeline, she had actually entered this place once in the future and then once in the past.
That's amazing.
Gracius led her inside, and apart from the towering Star Tree, the scenery here was not much different from the future.
Of course, the dragon spirit didn't appear either, probably because it was wary of Greshius.
A dragon that is already dead will not gamble with its soul. Since it has already lost the chance to compete for the throne, it would be foolish to provoke Greysius again.
As they walked inside, Gracius suddenly pulled out a fruit from somewhere, its surface shimmering with starlight, making it look like a delicate light art piece at first glance.
"Fruit of the Stars".
Greysius reached out and handed the fruit to Maggie, then spoke to her in a cold voice.
"?"
Maggie was a little confused and didn't quite understand what he meant. Her current form of existence was not much different from that of an NPC in a game, so even if this thing was a treasure, it probably wouldn't have much effect on her.
But seeing that the man seemed determined to accept it, she had no choice but to take it.
"This thing is useless to me."
Maggie said helplessly.
"Eat it."
Greysius seemed to have little understanding of how to communicate with people. His snake-like eyes stared straight at her, his brows slightly furrowed, as if there was no room for negotiation.
Maggie guessed that if she refused and left, he would probably drag her back and force her to eat him.
Such a strong and stubborn personality is exactly like Perkin's.
If it weren't for Perkin's slave contract, he would probably be in the same situation now.
"never mind."
Maggie and Greysius stared at each other for a long time, and finally, as if in a fit of pique, Maggie picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite.
result......
Of course, nothing happened.
She was like a projection; although she didn't know why she had a physical form, nothing could affect her. But since she had already taken a bite, she couldn't give it back, so she could only silently eat it all.
But I must say, this fruit is really delicious. It's juicy, crunchy, and so sweet it seems like it's from another world.
In fact, Maggie was extremely frustrated with medieval food from the moment she transmigrated. Whether it was food for nobles or commoners, it was all terribly unpalatable, and even the fruit was sour and astringent that it was hard to swallow.
If survival weren't the top priority, she would definitely try to improve her quality of life, starting with food.
As Maggie pondered this, she realized that she only had a fruit pit left in her hand.
She wanted to complain a bit. Since it was given by Greysius, it should be a very precious and powerful fruit. Why did it have a pit? It was too down-to-earth.
Greysius's brow finally relaxed a little after she finished eating.
"See, I told you it wouldn't work on me, but you didn't believe me."
Maggie shrugged and spread her hands, giving off a "it's not my fault" look.
Perhaps because there was no danger here, even Maggie didn't notice. She was clearly more at ease in her dream and spoke casually with Greysius, even though he was a god.
"Um."
Greysius didn't seem to care whether the fruit had worked or not; he simply looked at Maggie and then asked casually.
"Is it tasty?"
Maggie was taken aback, thought for a moment, and nodded seriously.
"tasty."
This is called respecting other people's hard work.
"Let's go."
Greysius casually slashed open another spatial rift and turned to leave.
Maggie looked at the fruit pit in her hand and asked.
What to do with the fruit pits?
The man paused, and his voice drifted into Maggie's ears.
"casual."
Seeing that the crack was about to close, Maggie hesitated for a moment, then decided to leave where she was and quicken her pace to catch up.
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