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Chapter 666: A Strange Place...

The God’s children area was the highest realm in the Takamahagara universe! And the young alien was saying that it was a desolate place!?

If it was a desolate place, then which place was seemingly so much better than the God’s children area can be regarded as desolate!?

“This is our Thorny Asura’s only way of entering the God realm. Other God geniuses all have their way so they wouldn’t have come to ours or they are willing to start a war.

That means a person who doesn’t belong to the place already took our position…” he mused.

“What do we do, Young Devil master…”

“We wait… for him. And take back what he owes us… perhaps even more? Still, you all pray for him to return alive in the first place, kekekekekek.”

“Kekekekek.”

“Kekekekek.”

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“BAAAAAAM!”

“SPLASSSSH!”

The surface of the water parted, water splashing into the sky as Zeras slammed his body into the body of water uncontrollably.

BURST…

Immediately, the rippling surface was once more violently disturbed as he burst his head out of the water, floating, yet his face changed when he noticed something strange.

“I… I can’t fly!?” Zeras said with a raised eyebrow, finding the fact that he couldn’t float out of the water. But his shock only began as he delved his consciousness rapidly into his body and his jaws dropped.

“I… I’ve lost my cultivation!?” he said to himself in shock. On Zera’s spine, which stored his astral Mana, he could see a set of new runes having appeared, and the various runic lines within his body completely sealed every bit of mana present within him, leaving him with only his bodily ability.

“Hmmm, I can’t break the runes. It’s a realm law…” Zeras mused, finding his ability to break the runes by forcefully invoking his astral energy becoming a failure. It was like a barrier had been placed before him and his astral mana.

“Okay. I have lost my astral cultivation. But still, my physical strength is half as equal to my strength anyway. I’ll at least be fine. Now, I need to find land…” Zeras mused, looking around him and soon he sighted a small boat floating over to his side, and in the next instant, Zeras’s body went rigid, breathing to be dead as he floated in the water and simply remained motionless, allowing the water to pull him around.

—

“Hmmmmmm, uncle, do you see that?” the voice of a lady rang out. She had short bright orange hair, with a pair of piercing orange-colored pupils, matching her hair and eyes, and creating quite the impossible to forget impression on sighting.

She had a gorgeous face, with soft-looking pink lips and a button nose.

“Hmmmm,” a thick humming sound echoed through the small boat as the lanky man, with short grey hair and a wrinkled face.

Yet seemingly old, his green eyes betrayed his outer visage, shining with life, and he narrowed his eyes into the distance, settling on the silver-haired young man who was floating on the water.

“Hmmm, it appears to be the case…” he said, yet he made no move at all and simply sat down back on the boat.

“But, aren’t we supposed to save him!?” she called out in haste, as the old man shook his head in tiredness.

“With the arrival of those otherworlders, you might be doing yourself a favor keeping your hands off strangers for now, Felicie,” the old uncle said, when suddenly she watched Felicie stand up from her seat, heading over to the side, and picking up the rowing paddle.

And she immediately changed their direction, rowing towards the silver-haired young man.

“What in the name of Mother Astrapheal are you doing, Felicie?” the uncle asked, yet never interrupted her, allowing her to take the row and follow her wish.

“I don’t know. I just think leaving a young man to die to drowning just because of fear of him being an otherworlder isn’t the best thought you’ve ever had…” Felicie said stubbornly and Batherlemy could only sigh in his heart, more than used to his daughter’s humorous words.

“Help me pick him up, a way to redeem your earlier sin…” Felicie said as Batherlemy rose up, from the boat dragging the body, which was none other than Zeras onto the boat.

“He’s surprisingly light for a drowned person…” he mused silently to himself as he properly placed his hands on various parts of the young man’s body, seemingly scanning for any sign of danger.

“He is not drowned at all, but his body is as cold as ice. Quick, we must get him back to the Coltan Tavern…” he said in seriousness, as he picked up the row from Felicie, rowing with a speed that was clearly beyond the best human rower’s speed, and quickly they disappeared off the river.

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“You’re not the one to bring in a stranger, Batherlemy. Especially in such a dark time. I’m guessing this is due to that mischievous daughter of yours…” a large-bodied man, with dark hair mixed in with gray, and a smoke in the corner of his mouth said, in a small bar floor.

There were around seven other wooden tables around the sound of laughter and cards, and ladies in skimpy clothes walking around the place, serving the scrawny-looking young men drinks and roasted meats.

“Ahhh, you know me well, Fernand. Her pure eyes of kindness can’t be removed. All I hope is that it doesn’t get plucked out one day…” Batherlemy said watching as his childhood friend popped open the bottle of wine before pouring into both cups.

“As I always say, Batherlemy, she’ll be the death of you one day. Mark my words…” Fernand said with a chuckle tohe could only smile too.

“And I can only pray your words are for once wrong, Fernand. It doesn’t seem to be the case as time goes by though..”