194 Scourge
While Li Aoz was preparing for both scenarios, the crescent moon in the Atmospheric Elemental Demiplane frowned.
"It's been so long, and Lioz still hasn't made a move?"
He didn't think Lioz would die so easily, but with his abilities, he couldn't observe whether spacetime had been restored without crossing dimensions and jumping out.
Contrary to Li Aoz's expectations, Canyue could continue to stay there until the other party was seriously injured and died.
Not every dimensional jump he makes will result in him being so lucky as to jump to such a safe Demiplane. Before the Kappa-rank, any dimensional transfer or jump carries a high risk.
If you were to enter a Demiplane that was on the verge of destruction, you would be completely wiped out.
If it weren't for the huge echo caused by the opponent's Gravity Wave, I wouldn't have had to resort to this move.
However, his son is still outside, inside that High Tower, and is now also affected by the time-space freeze, unable to escape.
If Lioz notices this and takes action...
For Canyue, he didn't really have any options; he had to go out no matter what.
The crescent moon waited quietly for a while before ceasing its interdimensional attack.
"Wait another five minutes... Lioz shouldn't be able to discover the truth about the Teleportation Tower."
He couldn't figure out how much energy Lioz had stored, and as a fellow Zeta-rank Sequence Aura holder, this greatly affected his judgment.
Wait a little longer; if we're lucky, Lioz is probably already done for.
The plan and tactics were sound, but Crescent Moon did not realize that the previous malfunction of the implant was not simply due to internal factors.
Literary works often refer to fate as threads, which are intertwined, linked together, or knotted, thus creating a world where people interact and communicate with each other.
As the crescent moon waited in silence, the threads intertwined between him and Lioz began to vibrate. This vibration then affected the fates of others intertwined with his. Some remained calm and undisturbed, while others were too far away for the energy to reach.
The evil accumulates into disaster, and it is searching for those who are affected.
It tried to interfere with the operation of the Aoneng, but its meager power was insufficient to affect the higher-ranking [Crescent Moon].
So it resorted to a less desirable approach, starting with its own body, making the wind noisier in an attempt to interfere with and sabotage the Crescent Moon's plans. However, the Crescent Moon remained steadfast in its will and clear in its thinking, completely unaffected by external influences.
It relentlessly exerted its power of disaster, causing Crescent Moon to feel toothache, slip on its feet, and make its luck even worse, damaging its image in the eyes of the Storm Giant—but Crescent Moon remained unmoved and steadfast.
The scourge felt it was in a difficult situation. Clearly, the Crescent Moon was an existence far superior to itself and the holder of authority. However, Li Aoz's orders still allowed it to persevere. The continuous infusion of energy allowed the scourge to radiate its power to all levels. It kept accumulating disasters and finally found a way to solve the problem.
Its energy extends outward like tentacles, exerting a negative influence on the Real World.
Dry air can make people irritable, and irritability can lead to anxiety, absent-mindedness, and increased sensitivity and vulnerability.
The power of Li Aoz continued to surge in, accumulating more disasters for it. Its tentacles gently twitched, extending to the near-Earth orbit of White Candle Star, hundreds of thousands of meters above the ground, penetrating deep within, silently interfering with the unfolding of destiny.
The Amaryllis Fortress, the auditorium where the training class was located.
Ministry of Education Barkomon, wearing non-prescription glasses, continued teaching diligently.
"... Dear educators, you need to be aware of the limits of your abilities. Don't be salespeople who only care about results. You are training future soldiers, workshop technicians, scholars, and business managers. You need to communicate and interact more with students. Secondly, I would like to address the issue of academic bureaucracy in some universities. This year, there have been more than one egregious incident of workshop owners stealing students' research works. In our civilization, such things are unforgivable. The perpetrators have been severely punished. If this is discovered again, their immediate family members for three generations will be barred from employment by any educational institution on White Candle Star. I hope everyone will take this as a warning and prevent similar problems from happening again."
This kind of official jargon is really boring, even for superhumans.
The training lasted all day, and the educators in the audience were exhausted. Although they were all extraordinary individuals, none of them could withstand the intimidation of a super strong person of the Kappa-rank. They listened to the content with trepidation throughout, and had to keep their minds on high alert at all times, bearing the Abyss Curse on Barkomon.
The distorted aura emanating from the Lower Star Abyss only causes physical discomfort. Even Omega-rank powerhouses are not immune to this; staying in such an environment for a while will drive a person insane.
"I think it's getting late. In that case, let's call it a day. Everyone, pack up and go back to think things over. Meeting adjourned."
Barkomon took off his glasses, looked at the crowd below the stage who seemed to have been granted a reprieve, and sighed.
He didn't actually like this kind of ideological examination, but he had no choice but to do it due to the current situation.
After suffering heavy losses on the battlefield, Night Butterfly People began to infiltrate from other angles, especially religious beliefs. He used small favors to win people over, held numerous gatherings, and had people participate in various activities. Under the influence of the crowd, it was easy for people to waver in their beliefs.
This is something the Crystal Tower's Supreme Council cannot tolerate.
Besides that, there's also that guy Lioz. After enrolling, he seemed to have regressed for a long time, even getting negative Credits. I was initially skeptical of his exam results, but in less than a month, he earned back his Credits.
This strange phenomenon baffled even someone like him who had been to the Star Abyss before. He could only attribute it to his personal strengths and decide to pay more attention to it in the future to see what was going on.
"So many worries lately. The front lines are even asking for more people. What are the higher-ups thinking? They're not even letting go of students from White Candle Star. Are they going to start recruiting from ordinary people next?"
For some reason, he was unusually agitated and in a bad mood today. He had just berated some of the professors and scholars on the podium for their dereliction of duty—logically speaking, as a powerful expert of the Kappa-rank, he shouldn't have acted like that.
Barkomon was slightly puzzled.
In areas he cannot see, evil is constantly at work.
Go look out the window, look at the planets, and relax.
Suddenly, the idea popped into Barkomon's head.
Indeed, it had been a long time since he had landed on the ground. The fragile environment of White Candle Star could not support his powerful body at all. The entire planet was extremely afraid of him, and if he was not careful, he might accidentally destroy the entire planet.
For White Candle Star, he was the most terrible disaster.
The harm gradually took effect, leading to this disaster.
Go take a look, go see this planet, and you'll definitely find something unusual.
Barkomon slowly stood up.
That's it. Hurry up and go take a look. Just turn your head, walk a few steps forward, and focus your attention on what's outside the panoramic sunroof.
Barkomon turned his head to look at the auditorium window.
"I wonder what the planet is like now?"
The power of disaster is accumulating, like streams converging to form rivers and lakes; the scourge is stirring, about to reveal its ferocious and terrifying fangs—
Smack
A stack of documents landed on Barkomon's desk. His secretary said regretfully, "I'm sorry, Minister, these are documents that the Ministry of Commerce urgently needs. Please handle them as soon as possible."
The scourge deflated like a punctured balloon, its power failing it. The pool of disaster swelled and overflowed.
Barkomon had no choice but to sit back down and resume reviewing the documents, but his words were overheard by Ms. Nastisha, the dean of the Magical Application Academy, who was sitting in the audience.
She packed her belongings and asked a colleague she was on good terms with:
"Ye Wangnan, you've been sitting all day, why don't you go for a walk in the corridor?"
The tentacles of calamity stirred once more.