Fulfilling That Little Regret of Yours Isn't Impossible

The sound of falling stones was exceptionally clear in the empty temple.

The stones in the temple are all super-hard granite, completely different from the sandstone on the ground, and are also enhanced with magic patterns, making them extremely sturdy.

Even the fierce battle between Canossa and the eight gargoyles hadn't caused much damage.

Now it's been squeezed and cracked everywhere?

One can imagine how strong that external force must have been.

However, the only good news was that the sound of the bricks and stones breaking suddenly stopped after a while.

The temple seemed to have held up for the time being and was not immediately crushed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But what should we do now?

The people who took refuge in the temple felt no relief at surviving the ordeal; instead, their expressions became even more solemn.

In times of despair, faith possesses a miraculous spiritual self-healing power.

Rein, Canosa, Bazel all looked distressed.

In contrast, the Kolman people, looking at the idol, remained calm. Since they were trapped, they didn't remain idle.

"By the great Morogos God."

Mafat remained perfectly calm and led his people in their daily prayers.

They prostrated themselves devoutly at the foot of the steps, murmuring low prayers.

Rein finally understood what the pile of bones under the steps was all about.

Those who are able to enter this temple are all Kolman people who have strayed into this place over countless years. Knowing that they cannot leave alive, they choose to pray to the Morogos God in this temple until their last breath.

Rein felt that waiting to die was definitely not a good idea.

He had no religious beliefs and did not want to die here.

"Huh?"

Then his eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something, taking out the several-ton bone spear from his storage ring.

Because the spear was too heavy, it fell to the ground with a clatter.

The commotion drew the attention of the praying Kolman people.

Rein looked slightly embarrassed; interrupting someone's prayers was very impolite, but now was clearly not the time to worry about that.

He brazenly said, "Lord Mafat, this is a weapon I found in the temple. Do you think it might be useful to us?"

Upon seeing it, Mafat recognized the spear immediately. A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he exclaimed, "This is the [Morogos's God-Hunting Spear]!"

As he spoke, he walked over. With a pious expression, he reached out to pick up the spear from the ground, but once he took it in his hand, he found it unusually heavy and struggled to lift it.

"Lord Mafat, be careful, this bone spear is very heavy."

Rein gave him a warning, thinking he would use the Monstrous Strength of the [Great Strength Demon God] to forcibly lift it.

Unexpectedly, Mafat tested it again, seemingly changing his method, and suddenly easily picked up the bone spear with one hand, even twirling it lightly a few times.

In just a few moments, a fierce wind howled, making people's hair stand on end.

"Huh?"

Rein was quite surprised by this strange wind.

But surprisingly, Mafat lifted the multi-ton spear with such ease.

Moreover, judging from the way the Great Shaman was straining his muscles, it didn't seem like he was using "Monstrous Strength."

Clearly, he has found the correct way to use it.

Mafat's cloudy eyes gleamed as he looked at the spear in his hand with deep emotion, saying, "This was the divine weapon used by Lord Morogos, and it was also the 'treasure of our Kolman Tribe.' But it was lost three thousand years ago."

He paused for a moment before saying, "Unexpectedly, it was actually summoned by the gods and returned to the temple."

It truly is a miraculous artifact!

Rein raised an eyebrow, but it was expected.

This was the first time he had ever seen a "divine weapon" used by a true demon god.

Hearing Mafat's words, he was too embarrassed to say that the bone spear probably wasn't summoned, but rather fell into a deep pit and was picked up by some ancestor of the Kolman Tribe and brought into the temple.

Rein then asked, "High Priest, would this bone spear be of any use to us in our situation?"

Although he couldn't discern anything special about the bone spear besides its weight, he figured that since it was a "divine weapon," it should be more than enough to kill the Giant Flower monster.

Unexpectedly, this idea was immediately rejected by the Great Shaman.

"Cannot."

Mafat shook his head slightly and said, "Not to mention that mortals cannot control the supreme rules contained in divine artifacts, even if one wants to use a divine artifact, it requires a long time of nurturing and refining. Only users who have gained the recognition of the divine artifact can truly exert a portion of its power."

He paused, then continued, "Although our clan possesses ancestral refining techniques, it will still take at least a year and a half to gain the divine weapon's approval. By then, we will all have been corrupted into nourishment for the Corpse King Flower."

A "divine weapon" is like a well-constructed musket; you need to understand its rules of use to unleash its true power.

If you don't master the correct way to use it, you'll only end up using it as an iron rod.

"Oh, I see."

Rein listened, the little hope that had just been ignited was extinguished once again.

I thought it was a "divine weapon" that could destroy everything, but it turns out it's just this.

Then, he took out the milky-white totem bead and said, "Then, High Priest, what do you think of this? I found this in the temple before."

Sure enough, only the owner can recognize their own things.

Upon seeing the bead, Mafat immediately recognized it. "This is the [Myriad Beast Totem]!"

If they were to find the lost treasures of their Kolman Tribe elsewhere, Mafat would be overjoyed.

But here, the glint in his eyes, which had just appeared, suddenly went out.

Although he had guessed the outcome, Rein still asked, "Lord Mafat, is this..."

"No, not either."

Before he could finish speaking, Mafat shook his head.

He explained, "This was once the strongest totem of our clan, enabling people to understand the Language of Ten Thousand Beasts. But this 'Moroshir King Flower' is Hell Creature without intelligence; it can only hunt by instinct and is completely incapable of communication."

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Rein let out a long sigh.

As he expected, if even an offensive artifact like the [Morogos's God-Hunting Spear] couldn't break the deadlock, then naturally, a cultivation aid like the Totem Bead wouldn't be able to either.

This instantly dampened his initial excitement at finding such a treasure.

I just got rich quick, and now I'm about to kick the bucket. It feels really messed up.

Thinking it over, he rolled up his sleeves again, revealing the purple tattoo of the [Thunder Totem], and explained.

As expected, neither the Mafat nor the Kolman people minded when they saw Rein refining their tribe's heirloom, the Thunder Totem. His friendship with the Kolman Tribe was a minor matter.

Elsewhere, Mafat might say that the totem is no longer needed and should be returned to their tribe.

But now, there's no need to say those words.

Since everyone is going to become nourishment for the "Moroshir King Flower" anyway, nothing else matters.

An atmosphere of despair permeated the temple.

Although the supplies in the storage ring were enough to sustain these hundred or so people for a while, it was clear that the temple might not be able to hold out for that long.

After cracks appeared in the rock walls surrounding the temple, a pungent, acidic odor seeped in.

Without a doubt, you are that monster that has already begun secreting digestive juices, intending to digest the temple along with it.

Rein and Mafat communicated entirely in "Coleman Language," which Canossa and Bazel didn't understand, but they could vaguely guess what was going on from the expressions on everyone's faces.

At this moment, Bazel watched as Mafat and the Kolman Warrior, with their serene, sage-like expressions, sat down on the steps in front of the statue and began a new round of prayer.

He finally had a chance to ask, "Rein, what were you guys talking about? Why are they worshipping the gods again?"

Canossa, standing nearby, also cast a curious glance.

Rein sighed softly and said, "Great Shaman Mafat said that we probably won't be able to get out."

Then, he gave a brief explanation of the conversation.

Bazel knew Mafat's strength best, and upon hearing this, his expression turned rather unpleasant.

Canossa didn't recognize Mafat and wasn't sure how bad the situation was outside, so she asked doubtfully, "Our combined strength is quite formidable, can't we try to break out?"

Their combined strength is indeed considerable.

Mafat, Bazel, and the newly crowned legend Canossa, along with a couple hundred elite Kolman Warrior, are enough to conquer many large cities.

But they just couldn't deal with this monster that was said to grow in hell.

"That Giant Flower outside is the 'Moroshir King Flower,' Hell Creature."

Rein looked at Canossa and gave her a general explanation of the monster's near-invincible abilities.

After hearing this, Canossa pursed her lips, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

However, people who reach this level often experience many ups and downs in their lives.

She was in a pretty good mood, and after thinking about it without finding a solution, she shrugged and said, "Oh well. I've seen the scenery of the 'Legendary Realm.' Although I still have some small regrets in this life, it's not bad."

As she spoke, she glanced at Rein again. "But it's a pity, I'm very interested in your 'new territory.' I was originally planning to go out and have a big showdown with you, but now it seems like I won't have the chance."

Although Rein's mindset wasn't as good as that of a top expert who had seen everything, he had been reborn once and was quite open-minded. He replied, "Yes, I also have high expectations for that territory."

In the distance, Bazel wasn't interested in standing there in a daze; he was banging and tapping around the temple, seemingly bored and looking for something to do.

He hadn't intended to listen to their private conversation, but his ears selectively filtered out some words, and some keywords came in, such as: "Go out," "with you," and "go all out."

Then, the legend's expression turned very strange.

Sure enough, I could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with these two!

Oh, women!

When will we change this low-level aesthetic that only focuses on appearance?

The werewolf's mighty and strong physique, isn't he appealing!

Bazel pursed his lips and said nothing, instead turning his attention to studying the murals on the stone wall with great interest.

There were one or two hundred people in the temple.

Canossa only had one friend, Rein, so she naturally followed Rein.

Over the past few days, the two had pretty much figured out the temple, and there wasn't much more to see, so they found a step to sit down and quietly spaced out.

Since we're just idling around anyway, we should at least say something.

Canossa said with deep emotion, "Doctor Rein, it is because of you that I have been able to enter the ranks of 'legends.' Even if I don't make it out alive this time, I won't have many regrets in this life. Thank you."

Rein listened without saying anything, his smile appearing somewhat forced.

After a pause, Canossa seemed to remember something, turned to look at Rein, and asked, "If we really can't get out, do you feel any regret?"

"I?"

Images flashed through Rein's mind as he rapidly recalled the nearly two years he had spent in the past.

Having finally arrived in such a wonderful and Transcendent world, it seems like a real loss to just kick the bucket like this.

Not knowing where to begin, he casually said, "There are quite a few regrets."

Canossa: "For example?"

Rein counted on his fingers, listing them one by one. "For example, I haven't seen the scenery of High-tier Extraordinary beings, I haven't been to the capitals of the two great empires to see a super metropolis, I haven't figured out how big this world really is, and I haven't seen the legendary dragons."

"I used to have many such dreams, and they all came true one by one."

Canossa laughed as she listened.

Suddenly, her bright eyes lit up, and she casually asked, "Are any of your regrets related to me?"

Upon hearing this question, for some reason, an idea flashed into Rein's mind, and he boldly replied, "Yes."

Canossa asked with slight curiosity, "For example?"

"I've never slept with you."

These words just slipped out of my mouth.

Rein didn't know if he had become accustomed to the world's uninhibited views on relationships, or if the dire situation he was in had made him act without restraint.

As he spoke, he looked at her stunningly beautiful face and the graceful figure hidden beneath her cheongsam with undisguised eyes for the first time.

Even if cosmetic surgery technology had advanced to the point of being able to change one's face in his previous life, this Mrs. Canossa was still the most charming woman he had ever seen. She was an impeccable beauty in terms of temperament, figure, and appearance.

That's it?

Canossa didn't seem surprised, and chuckled, teasingly asking, "Haven't you seen enough yet?"

She showed no sign of surprise, letting that aggressive gaze scrutinize her. It was as if she considered it a trivial matter.

Since the conversation had already started, Rein didn't feel embarrassed at all. "Yes, I'm a normal man."

Canossa covered her mouth, smiling without saying a word.

But then she seemed to remember something and said with a languid teasing tone, "Don't you like corpses?"

Rein gave a wry smile, remaining noncommittal.

Just then, Canossa glanced at the crowd in the temple, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly said something out of the blue, "It's a pity there are too many people here."

Rein was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean???"

"It means exactly what it says."

Canossa smiled and said, "There aren't many men who can catch my eye. You're half of one, at least I don't dislike you."

The world's views on relationships are inherently quite unrestrained; it's just that there aren't any men she finds attractive.

As she spoke, she glanced at Rein, pressed her cheek against his, and whispered in his ear, "It's a pity there are too many people here, otherwise it wouldn't be impossible to satisfy your little regret."

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Rein felt a warm, tingling sensation in his cochlea as a hot breeze blew in.

I was slightly surprised by her blunt answer, but I also felt relieved.

Bringing up this topic at this time is somewhat like a farewell to life or death.

"Do you feel even more regretful now?"

Canossa smiled, her captivating charm always subtly revealed in her smile.

Rein shrugged, both amused and exasperated. "Indeed."

At that moment, Canossa suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and with a smile, she said, "How about you ask me again if you can get out of here alive? Maybe I'll agree to it then."

Regardless of whether others had given up on survival, she was still determined to rush out and try.

As a businesswoman, sitting idly by and waiting for death is not in her nature. Even if death is inevitable, she always has to take a gamble.

Rein realized something and asked, "You're planning to try and rush out?"

Canossa's gaze was firm as she said, "Yes. Do you want to come with me?"

Although bringing along a child wasn't a good option, she still asked.

"That's what I thought too!"

Rein readily agreed.

He never intended to give up; he was just considering whether there was a better way.

But after racking their brains, it seems that breaking through is the only way.

This charge, however, would likely result in certain death.

Thinking about it gives me a headache, so I stop thinking about it.

Then, without any hope, Rein casually issued a task on the Mind Core.

[Mind Core! Calculating possible methods to escape the temple.]

In the blink of an eye, the Mind Core, using the available information, listed a series of options.

[Ding! Calculation complete! Option 1: Join forces with Bazel, Canossa, and Mafat to force a breakout, probability 1.5%; Option 2: Bring along Kolman Tribe warriors; Option 3: Jump into the 'Eye of Hell,' survival rate 0.001%]

The expected solution.

The best strategy is for three top-tier fighters to charge together, maximizing their chances of survival.

With Rein, that noob, included, the percentage instantly dropped from 4% to 1.5%;

Then, if you bring along Kolman Warrior, it's only 0.1%.

Looking further, not a single plan offered a real chance of survival.

I hadn't planned to watch any further.

However, my gaze fell upon a plan that did not indicate a survival rate.

But this very plan made Rein's face freeze as if he had discovered a new continent.

[Ding! Unknown feasibility: Host assimilates alien organism, activating 'Neuro-bloodline Worms'. Insufficient reference data; feasibility unknown.]

Upon seeing this, a sudden flash of inspiration struck Rein, and a crazy plan instantly came to mind.

"Holy crap, how come I never thought of this thing!"

The shout was so loud that everyone in the temple turned to look at it.