Chapter 1639: You Are the Best!

He hadn’t given her any hint at all, just directly tossed her into this Battlefield of the Gods where you could be reduced to bones any minute, and told her to go find someone.

No information whatsoever; the only thing she knew was that, when the person she was supposed to find appeared, she would just know.

How the hell am I supposed to know how I know!

At the beginning, faced with this kind of impossible task, Lamias had totally wanted to refuse—though her body was being very honest (cowardly) and she still came anyway.

In fact, although danger lurked everywhere on the Battlefield of the Gods, Lamias had been relatively safe during this period… she had even slipped into the Swan Constellation’s Cloth battle.

“This person seems to be inside the Sanctuary right now.” Lamias was wildly overjoyed… as for the Swan Constellation’s Cloth competition, that could go straight to hell!

As long as she could complete anything, she would go back to her original time… what could be more attractive than that reward?

Nothing!

Right now, Lamias even wanted to leave this Trial Maze immediately, then follow the feeling in her heart and roam all over the Sanctuary, rushing straight in front of the quest target as fast as possible.

“I give up! I’m giving up this contest!” She slammed the Beast Skin Map hard onto the ground. In the maze passage, Lamias tilted her head back and shouted loudly, “I give up this Cloak of Sanctity contest, please let me leave the Trial Maze! Honorable Sir Silver! Honorable Sir Gold! Please let me out!”

She didn’t know which lord was in charge of monitoring this area, but there had to be someone hiding in the dark, silently watching this battle. So—yelling her lungs out was the right move.

“Sir Silver! Sir Gold! Anyone is fine, can anyone hear me?” Lamias raised her voice again, “I’m giving up this match, of my own free will! No one’s forcing me! My lords!!”

“You… give up?”

Finally, after endless shouting, Lamias got a response… the voice that replied gave her a strange sense of familiarity—she immediately turned around, only to see a man in white robes standing behind her with an indifferent expression.

Musa!

The Twelve Temples’ golden first seat, the man closest to a God… from that temple warrior guarding the body of the former Swan Constellation Saint Fighter, Lamias had already learned the white-robed man’s true identity.

“Yes, Lord Musa!” Lamias had no intention of entangling with him too much… even though Musa had once helped her awaken the Power Seed.

For an ordinary Keyboard Fighter, that would probably be a heaven-sent favor… but for Lamias, even a heaven-sent favor couldn’t compare to the chance to return to her original time-space.

She… didn’t belong to this era. She had no sense of belonging at all, only constant fear and confusion.

“Why do you want to give up?” Musa was silent for a moment, then lightly furrowed his brows and asked, slightly puzzled, “You just need to clear this area and you can enter the final battlefield, the Icefield. Your current condition is not bad; it’s not like you have no chance… People who can awaken the Power Seed usually have firm minds. You’re not the type to give up easily.”

“I am!” Lamias said without the slightest attempt to hide it, “I submit to Strong, and I bully the weak, and I’m more afraid of death than anyone! I’m the textbook case of a bully-who-fears-the-tough, the kind of awful woman you absolutely cannot imagine—yep, that’s me! I can’t keep going with this challenge, I can’t take this suffering. When it’s obvious the final winner will definitely be some seeded contestant raised by the Sanctuary, why should I play the role of the green leaf setting off their beauty? I won’t get a single benefit out of it! Therefore, you shouldn’t have any expectations for me… You can even take back the Power Seed you gave me!”

Faced with Lamias’ machine-gun barrage of reasons, even the Twelve Temples’ first seat, whose realm was close to that of a God, could only slightly part his lips in surprise for a moment.

After quite a while, Musa finally shook his head and said calmly, “This challenge is actually very low in difficulty, but the fact that you’ve made it here already proves you have a certain level of strength. Besides, it was made clear even before the challenge began that there will be no casualties in this trial. The silver and gold hidden in the maze are not just for show; they will guarantee the safety of every challenger.”

“I can’t take the suffering!” Lamias said firmly, “Unless you put the Cloak of Sanctity right in front of me and let me inherit it directly, I’m not going any further! I’m too thirsty, and I’m exhausted and starving!”

Musa shook his head. “Only by winning in the final challenge can you obtain the Cloak of Sanctity.”

“See, that’s exactly it.” Lamias shot back quickly, “The Sanctuary doesn’t have any rule that forbids challengers from voluntarily giving up! Even Gold can’t ignore an individual’s Will!”

“In the past, that was true.” Musa shook his head now. “But things have changed. Challenger Lami, listen carefully: you are not allowed to quit midway through the challenge. You can only choose to walk it to the end, and you must give it your all. Otherwise, you can only stay in this Maze, and wait for the next opening.”

Lamias was stunned on the spot.

Musa had already vanished, but something had been left on the ground… Lamias frowned, opened what Musa had left behind, and the next second tens of alpacas were stampeding through her heart.

“Did I offend you or something?!”

She hurled it!

What Musa had left was, of all things, food—perfectly tailored to Lamias’ stated reason: she was hungry, tired, and couldn’t take hardship!

But she very quickly picked up the food she had thrown down, and as she ate, it really did taste pretty damn good.

“Judging by this golden first seat’s attitude, if I don’t punch my way through this Maze, I shouldn’t even think about leaving?” Lamias thought in frustration. “This plot is all wrong, isn’t it?”

Just then, a tremendous force suddenly surged over. Lamias felt as if she were being sucked into a whirlpool in the ocean, her entire body torn up and dragged, rapidly swallowed by the depths of the maze passage.

When she came back to her senses, a chill that seemed to freeze her Soul in an instant washed over her… all around her was a blinding field of white.

Icefield!

The final area of the Cloak of Sanctity contest!

Lamias was completely… dumbfounded!

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Deep inside.

“Lord Musa, what are you…?”

“I have my own plan…”

The silver warrior instantly fell silent… In the Sanctuary, as the first seat, Musa’s words were practically equivalent to those of the goddess.

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Sanctuary, at the foot of a Big Mountain.

The so-called Trial Maze has its various entrances located at the base of this Big Mountain… what they connect to, in truth, is a peculiar Different Space.

At this moment, near one entrance to the Trial Maze, a figure like a strand of fur slowly dangled down—the white-haired girl was hung and lowered to the ground, and the shadow wrapped around her face finally loosened and unbound itself.

“Do you have any idea I’m my boss’s most, most, most beloved little wife? Treating me like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll make things hard for you in the future?” The short white-haired girl sneered. “Come on, tell me your Covenant Chest number already. Once I get back I’ll whisper in his ear on the pillow, have Boss pull you out and light you up like a sky lantern!”

“If there really is a next Club Owner,” Miss Eleanor said blankly, “I truly feel sorry for his future life.”

The white-haired girl—Nero—snorted and said, “I’ve mastered thirty-six kinds of plot, seventy-two kinds of posture, and one hundred and eight positions. After my boss got me, he’s basically been enjoying himself so much he’s taking off like a jet, flying all day long and never wanting to land. How could any of you buttoned-up old virgin, repressed sluts compare?”

“Looks like your training is still somewhat lacking.” Miss Eleanor shook her head, waved her hand again, and sealed Nero’s mouth.

But Nero seemed to have seen it coming. Just as the shadow wrapped around her mouth, her forehead suddenly split open and another mouth grew out. “La la la la la, stunned, aren’t you? My whole body’s covered in mouths now! Go ahead, kill me if you can! This is exactly the ultimate Skill I used to make my BOSS feel so good he was soaring… If you think you can do better, come up here and try! Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh!”

All the places that weren’t bound sprouted lip openings one after another, Nero’s voice overlapping endlessly… The sight was downright horrifying.

Miss Eleanor’s gaze trembled slightly, but with her textbook-perfect poise, she quickly calmed herself and said coldly, “I can’t help suspecting you might be a descendant of those guys who call themselves the Ancient Rulers.”

Nero… Nero kept sticking out her tongue.

Miss Eleanor’s expression grew even colder. She suddenly waved her hand, and a huge force directly hurled Nero into one of the entrances of the Trial Maze.

“The master asked me to tell you: your chance to go back is in there… if you can return, then return. He is… in no position to meddle more.”

As she spoke, Miss Eleanor waved her hand again, flicking something toward Nero’s direction.

Watching Nero, who had completely vanished at the entrance, Miss Eleanor slowly let out a breath—right now, even she had far too many doubts… ever since this self-proclaimed Nero, a Black Soul from the future, had appeared.

She had heard a lot from Nero’s own mouth—when Nero was tossed into that Small World that needed to be cleaned up before being handed over to Goddess Athena, she had been swearing nonstop, saying all kinds of things.

“The future Head Maid isn’t me.”

“You Ye, huh…”

“If that’s the case, then I’ll just train the future Head Maid a bit more… heh, how could my student possibly lose to some vulgar woman like that?”

Miss Eleanor suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled… a beautiful turn, a beautiful vanishing departure.

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At the instant she was thrown into the Trial Maze, the shadows sealing Nero’s entire body snapped apart… freed, Nero twisted in midair with agility and landed lightly, finally not in a dog-crawl posture.

She rubbed her wrists, casually taking in the surroundings with her eyes—the last words Miss Eleanor had mentioned still rang in her ears, but Nero only curled her lips, clearly mostly unbelieving.

Still, since Eleanor sent her into this place, there must be something here.

Just as she was secretly pondering, Nero felt something shoot toward her from behind. She instinctively reached out to catch it—and once the thing was in her hand, Nero’s expression turned strange.

This thing was precisely the remote control that had brought her to this time-space—or to be precise, Old Ha’s remote control.

“This thing…” Nero gripped the remote, stayed silent for a moment, then ground her teeth and said, “It’s really scorching hot!”

But she had come here via the remote, and it didn’t seem like returning necessarily required it—if she was going to stash this thing away, the safest place was of course to carry it on her person.

Without another word, Nero opened her mouth and swallowed the thing into her body.

Activate?

The moment she caught the remote, with her naturally itchy hands, she had already pressed it a few times, but there’d been no reaction at all.

“The Club Owner here said it needs to be charged… where am I supposed to get Power from?”

While she was thinking, someone suddenly appeared ahead… more precisely, a few women walked over—no, they came out from inside.

Nero lowered her head, pondered for a moment, the muscles on her face twisting, and in the next second she turned into a different face, mingling into the group of women coming out.

They didn’t completely leave this place; they just found spots to rest near the exit… and started discussing.

Cloak of Sanctity contest, the losers…

Twelve Temples, Gold, silver… Sanctuary.

Hidden in a corner, Nero quietly listened to the discussions of these female warriors eliminated for failing the challenge. Her eyes blinked again and again, as if she’d bumped into something unbelievable.

Saint Fighter?

I know that!

It’s what Uncle Kurumada drew!

I’ve read it—treated it like BL manga!

Just then, a commotion came from the entrance… two men wearing golden clothes slowly walked over—the surrounding female warriors immediately fell silent.

Gold must be respected; they all reined themselves in.

“It’s the lord of Scorpio Palace, and the lord of Taurus Palace! Why would they be here?”

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Small town.

On the clock tower, the Maid who was currently peeping at all the changes in time-space by holding Boss Luo’s hand suddenly had a strange glint flash in her eyes, and a peculiar expression flashed across her face.

“Did something happen?” Boss Luo mused.

The Maid shook her head and said softly, “I just suddenly remembered some things… mm, like something suddenly added in.”

“Memories?” Boss Luo lowered his head, deep in thought. “What memories?”

The Maid opened her mouth—but she had never hidden anything from her master, so now she could only lightly bite her lip and say softly, “Some… some plots, and positions and the like.”

Plots and positions?

The fragmentary words made Boss Luo pause, but he didn’t pay them too much mind, because in his unique field of vision, the current time-space variables were already growing increasingly intense.

The Maid likewise had almost all her attention drawn to the variables before her… yet from time to time, some strange fragments still surged up from her memories.

—You know, as a proper maid, besides managing the master’s daily life, the master’s body management is also very important!

—The current Club Owner doesn’t need you to, but in the future… remember, you are the very best!

In the past, she had… really learned these things?

Bewildered.

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