We Must Face Each Other Honestly!
"Since it is an enemy that must be defeated, then we must have an indomitable spirit!"
"Get up wherever you fall!"
"Please note that the above two sentences are your exact words."
"And now you're telling me you can't do it anymore?!"
"Get up quickly, training is still ongoing!"
Even though it was by the warm coal fire.
But Beatrice still exuded an extremely cold aura.
Her tone was steady.
Without the slightest fluctuation.
But Roger the Barbarian sensed immense pressure, as if a storm was about to break!
This pressure is enough to crush most creatures with weak willpower.
So he casually lay down on the ground, sprawled out on his back.
Then, spreading his hands and speaking in a barely audible voice:
"No!"
"I've decided that wherever I fall, I'll lie down comfortably there!"
"There's no rule that says you can't break your promise when playing video games, right?"
"It was just talk, you don't really believe me, do you?"
He really looks like he's ready to give up.
Kuala kuala.
In just a few seconds.
He then stripped off his rusty armor completely.
All that remained was a set of faded, close-fitting clothes.
Beatrice frowned slightly.
But she still walked over with her usual elegance.
She lifted the edge of the armor with her fingertips.
Immediately afterwards.
She cast several blessing spells.
Beneath a faint, sacred halo.
The armor, which had just been riddled with holes, was instantly restored to its original condition.
The barbarian on the ground couldn't help but widen his eyes.
But he remained lying there without moving.
*Thud! Beya tossed the armor beside him.
The tone was much gentler than before:
"It's fixed."
"Let's continue training."
Roger remained unmoved.
He stared at the crows on the ceiling like a dead fish.
I'm tired.
"Destroy it."
He said.
"You are indeed very tired."
Beya didn't deny the hardship of the training session, but patiently advised:
"But you've made great progress."
Don't lie to me!
The barbarian suddenly became agitated. "I still can't dodge even the simplest ' Shield Strike ' and ' Arcane Light Slash '!"
"Was the simulation training you gave me a relaxed version?"
"That old bastard Vilan will only go even further!"
"I... I... Uh, I can't do it."
The more they talked, the more they realized.
His tone became weaker and lower.
"What you said is not wrong."
"I did release the water."
He glanced helplessly at the three Ruo Tree "Mage Three Guardians" behind him.
Beya still said softly, "But that's not an excuse for you to give up."
"Running away from difficulties is not the Roger I know."
"The Roger I knew..."
Speaking of which...
She suddenly stopped talking.
She squatted there.
Its body is like a stone statue.
The sound was like a stuck cassette tape.
But this action had a surprisingly good effect.
The barbarian, who had just been throwing a tantrum, couldn't resist his curiosity.
He crawled over, huffing and puffing, and asked:
What kind of person is he?
Beya was amused by his uncouth behavior.
The next second.
She said solemnly:
"He was cunning yet decisive, patient yet ruthless; he was as fierce as a jackal and as swift as a venomous snake..."
The barbarian lay on his side, listening to Beya's narration.
He scratched his chin with one hand.
With his other hand propping up his head, he muttered, "None of these words sound like good ones..."
Beya looked at him calmly. "In short, he has the heart of a strong person."
"And you must have it too."
"It's just that it hasn't been discovered yet."
Upon hearing this...
The barbarian panicked immediately:
"No, can we skip the excavation process altogether...?"
Beya ignored him.
She turned and left.
Arriving at the center of the Mage Three Guardians.
Then he looked intently at the barbarian. "Come."
"Charge at me!"
The barbarian shook his head like a rattle-drum:
"I'm not going anymore, I'm not going anymore..."
"Aaaaaah!"
Suddenly.
A raging fire broke out on the floor.
The heat made him spring up with a swift, leaping motion! After landing...
A burning heat emanated from the soles of my feet.
He looked around.
Except for the place where the armor and weapons were located.
And the location of Beatrice.
The rest of the area was completely engulfed by a raging inferno!
"Damn it!"
"What game forces people to train?"
"I'm logging off!"
"Where's the offline option? That's fucking ridiculous..."
"This stupid game ruined my youth!"
The barbarian struggled in the sea of fire for a while.
In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and put on the armor.
Then, with red eyes, she glared at the noble and elegant Beatrice: "Are you trying to force me to do something I don't understand?"
"I'll beat you to a pulp!"
Whoosh! A gust of wind swept by.
That was a barbarian's "Valiant Charge"!...
In an instant.
Roger's figure pierced through the sea of fire.
They arrived before the shield-bearer!
The latter slightly raised his shield.
It looked like they were about to unleash a "Shield Strike".
Just then.
Beya's voice rang in his ear:
"Now's the time! Use your interrupt skills or feats!"
Roger the Barbarian scoffed, "Do I need you to teach me?"
"Lao Tzu's ' Tendon Severing Kick ' was prepared for this!"
The next second.
He aimed at the gap when the "High Mountain Shield Guardian" raised its shield.
A vicious and devastating Tendon Severing Kick was delivered! Thud! The shadow of the shield fell calmly.
"Aaaaaah!"
Roger's scream rang out in response—
Shield Strike interruption failed!
The punitive dizziness began! Under Beatrice's incredulous gaze...
The barbarian was thus brutally ripped out of his rear by the Light Elemental Assassin who had come at the first sign of trouble!
A few seconds later.
Beside the charcoal fire.
A flash of white light.
The barbarian, dressed in shabby clothes, hugged his knees.
He seemed completely withdrawn.
Beya silently dispelled the "Mage Three Guardians".
What just happened has crossed the line of her understanding!
"I already reminded him of the precise timing for interrupting, but he was still a beat too slow... This..."
"Is this an act, or is he genuinely lacking in talent?"
The Sea Serpent Queen was filled with deep doubt.
To be honest.
Even if it's a memory from the past.
This is completely different from her understanding of Roger.
She thought that with a little guidance from herself, she could easily teach him a lesson.
The opponent will then be able to break through the nightmare-like enemy behind the gate.
Now it seems...
It seems she's oversimplifying things.
"He seemed to think of it as a game from beginning to end."
The enemy behind the gate, according to him, is the Dominator Vilan.
Could it be that they once fought in a 'high-dimensional game' designed by some god?
Is that why it left such a deep shadow?
Thinking about this...
Beya couldn't help but gently bite her lip.
If it's true.
That would be a huge problem.
The trauma of defeat is the most difficult to heal.
She must fill in the gaps in his nightmare.
Only in this way.
Only then can he regain the courage to fight.
This thought came to mind.
She decided to change her strategy.
After a while.
Beya gently spread out the hem of her skirt.
I sat down by the charcoal fire.
"Feel sorry."
She said it softly.
The barbarian silently shook his head:
"I'm the one who should apologize."
"I guess I'm just really bad at this game."
"But could you let me log off first? I really feel like throwing up..."
Beya's bright eyes flickered.
She proactively changed the subject. "You seem a little too reserved."
"I already told you I'm your future wife."
"Don't you have anything to say to me... or anything you want to do for me?"
In order to dispel the Negative Energy emanating from the barbarian's body.
Her tone carried a hint of provocation.
"Anyway, it's just a Nightmare Labyrinth. Nobody knows what happened here. It's just a non-existent consciousness."
The Sea Serpent Queen told herself this.
I thought that after this sentence...
Roger would be more affectionate towards him.
But to everyone's surprise, the other person hugged their knees even tighter:
There's nothing there!
Seeing that he didn't even dare to look at her.
A faint anger rose in Beya's heart.
She suppressed her anger and asked:
"Why?"
"First of all, I don't completely trust you."
The barbarian warrior, head drooping, said:
"Secondly, even if you really are my future wife."
Then I absolutely cannot touch you.
Otherwise, wouldn't that mean "I'm cheating on myself"?
certainly.
There is one last reason.
But I won't say.
Cough cough.
actually.
That reason didn't really make up a large part of the argument!
Why are you looking at me like that?
Beya stared coldly at the "Loli Zhan" on his head.
The nameless anger in his heart intensified.
"Don't be ungrateful!"
She uttered the most vicious words in a very calm tone.
The barbarian was so frightened by the murderous intent in the words that he jumped up from the ground!
He scratched his head awkwardly.
Then he awkwardly changed the subject. "By the way, I want to know, will I be able to beat Vilan in the future?"
Beya felt a surge of irritation.
But looking at the barbarians' embarrassed appearance...
She also felt sorry for him.
So he said in a lukewarm tone:
"The future you will be able to take on 100 Vilan."
That's not an exaggeration.
In Beatrice's eyes.
Roger, such an outrageous Martial Artist, is far beyond the reach of opportunistic guys like Vilan.
The latter excels in management and strategy.
But when it comes to one-on-one combat...
We still have to look at the lineage of Martial Artist.
Who knew that these words would come out so easily?
Roger the Barbarian's eyes immediately lit up. "Really?"
"So, did I really torture Vilan?"
Beya was slightly taken aback.
With her keen senses, she could certainly perceive the changes in the man's heart.
He became extremely excited! He was now filled with anticipation for the answer to that question!
"I see."
Look at the gleam in the barbarian's eyes.
A hint of excitement flickered in Beatrice's eyes.
She answered tentatively, "Of course it's torture."
"And the methods were extremely cruel..."
"Um."
"To be honest, I think I went too far..."
She hadn't finished speaking.
Wuhu!
After a strange scream.
The barbarian then rolled around on the ground in high spirits.
Feel the changes around the "Nightmare Labyrinth".
A smile appeared on Beya's face.
She straightened her skirt.
Then he slowly stood up.
Looking at the savage on the ground, happy like a child.
She felt like she was getting to know Roger for the first time.
The latter rolled around on the ground for a long time.
After a while.
He then realized that Beya was standing quietly in front of the gate, watching him.
He leaned closer, somewhat puzzled.
"What are you doing?"
Beya thought about it.
Extend a hand proactively.
They held the barbarian back.
Then she pushed open the tightly closed door!
Bang! A loud crash.
The door was pushed open with a bang.
The barbarian followed her blankly into the glowing gate.
Behind the gate.
It was an empty palace.
There was no one else inside or outside the palace.
All that remains are images of constant decay and collapse.
The barbarian looked completely bewildered.
The Sea Serpent Queen suddenly found it somewhat amusing—
"Turn out to be.
Roger's nightmare wasn't caused by the fear of being repeatedly tortured and killed by his enemies! The root of this Nightmare Labyrinth elsewhere.
It was actually his vengeful nature! I never would have guessed.
Roger is such a petty man.
It's incredible that this could create such a powerful obsession...
Just how vengeful is this guy?!
In other words.
What's inside the gate isn't really the key point.
Before we can ease Roger the Barbarian's grudge.
No matter how you teach or help him, it won't have any effect! Because there's no enemy behind the door.
This Nightmare Labyrinth is just a cycle formed by his vengeful heart! Thinking of this.
The Sea Serpent Queen even felt a chill run down her spine.
She carefully recalled the past.
I'm sure I haven't offended him.
Only then did he quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
Inside the palace.
Everything around us is dissipating.
The image of the barbarian also became incredibly blurred.
Should I log off now?
He stared blankly at Beya.
Beya opened her mouth.
"I guess so... Goodbye, Luo..."
She wanted to call his name one more time.
But suddenly.
Her perverse sense of humor surfaced.
So she softly said, "Goodbye..."
"Loli Zhan"
But as her voice faded...
The scenery, like a curtain, has vanished into thin air.
In the vast white fog.
She was left all alone.
That instant.
A sense of loss welled up in her heart.
"Hint: You have killed 11 Mad Shark Race Warrior with the Taiyi Separating Fire Blade."
"Your aura radius has been slightly increased."
Whoosh! The strong sea breeze blew against their sleeves.
Accompanied by flickering flames, the longsword mercilessly annihilated wave after wave of invading enemies.
Little Beya's condition has stabilized considerably.
Roger glanced at the data panel.
I sighed softly to myself.
"There are still too few Mad Shark Race Warrior..."
The monsters in the Nightmare Labyrinth may have been created based on the Queen's memories.
In her memory...
The most numerous enemy is one called "Sea Beast Race Warrior".
And kill these enemies.
All Roger gets is a "slight boost to your thalassophobia resistance".
This is far from the "Aura Radius" attribute!
In Roger's view
Aura radius is a very powerful attribute.
As of now.
He possesses two rather useful auras—
The first is "Halo Effect: Thorn Force Field".
Second, "enhanced Slaughter Aura".
Both of these halos represent very good abilities.
However, the obstacle preventing these halos from shining brightly is still the radius of the halo.
Under normal circumstances.
Roger's aura only has a radius of 5 meters.
This is barely enough for extraordinary combat.
However, it seems a bit short for Ascended.
therefore.
The enhancement of these two abilities by increasing the aura radius is obvious.
Imagine it.
Thorn Force Field with a radius of 100 meters or even 1000 meters!
Even if someone casually brandishes a knife and tries to stage an accident, you could end up getting hurt in return!
Not to mention the "Slaughter Aura" which can correct a large number of move coefficients!
But let's look at it from another angle.
Roger believed.
He will gain even more halo effects in the future.
so.
When conditions permit.
He really wanted to max out the "Mad Shark Race Warrior" stat! Unfortunately...
The slow progress bar extinguished his dream of grinding monsters in the Nightmare Labyrinth.
And considering that the Mad Shark Race Warrior were historically a great enemy of the Sailing Ship Country.
After Little Beya inherits the power of the Eternal Serpent, she will surely cleanse the Interstellar Sea.
This kind of monster might have become extinct in Quenan! Just thinking about it...
Roger was overcome with grief! This was the first time he had encountered a situation where "the elder brother wanted to brush the paper, but the younger brother was no longer there!"
How can anyone not be heartbroken!
I came to my senses.
Roger held little Beya's hand.
We continued forward.
They walked together across the beach littered with corpses.
We passed by the temple that had collapsed with a deafening roar.
We passed through a village engulfed in flames.
final.
They were stranded on a burning sea.
Beside the ear.
It was the cry of a sea monster.
Right before my eyes.
It was the roar of a warrior.
One by one, the corpses sank into the cold sea like fine sand.
One after another, the mighty warships sank.
Outside the sea.
Banners of ferocious sea monsters are fluttering in the wind! This is as the battle continues.
The number of white sails and flags is decreasing.
In a daze.
Roger saw the High Priestess lying dead in the tunnel, the chief guard transformed into a basilisk, and the general single-handedly holding off the enemy army...
And there was the old king, still fighting on the boarding bridge despite being hit by several arrows! Watching his figure gradually disappear into the flames.
Little Beya's hands began to tremble.
Roger lowered his head.
Her face was covered in tears. "If I had been braver, she wouldn't have died, he wouldn't have died, they wouldn't have died!"
"If only I had embraced that sea serpent sooner..."
"This should have had a different ending!"
"So..."
"It's all my fault!"
"Because of my stupidity."
"I lost everything."
"Because of my cowardice."
"I only mustered my courage in desperate situations."
"But what is the point of courage in dire straits?"
"Everything is irreversible..."
She cried her heart out.
The girl's legs were slightly bent.
There's a tendency to squat down again.
Roger sighed inwardly.
He gently stroked little Beya's head with his right hand.
Her hair was fluffy and smooth.
It has a very comfortable feel to it. "Of course it's not your fault."
"Victims should never have to pay for the crimes of murderers."
"Not to mention."
"As they say, life is unpredictable, fortune is uncertain, kingdoms fall, gods perish... these are all natural things."
How can you blame yourself for this?
Little Beya clenched her teeth.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
After a while.
She shook her head and said, "But I had a chance to stop all of this from happening..."
"No."
"You don't."
Roger calmly interrupted her.
Under Little Beya's surprised gaze.
Roger then took out the "Princess's Magic Mirror".
After paying the fee again.
He quickly shifted the camera to the edge of where the story was beginning.
It was a cold and remote trench.
In the trench.
The one-eyed witch knelt respectfully before a statue that both of them recognized very well.
A majestic voice emanated from within the statue:
"She is a born snake spirit!"
"I must make her inherit my power!"
"Only blood and fire..."
Only then can her pure bloodline, which is increasingly tainted by mundane life, be purified...
"Go and find the old king."
A word of advice will suffice.
However, there's no need to rush things.
I still need time to complete my final transformation...
Let our little princess indulge in earthly pleasures for a few more years.
It won't take more than a few years.
She will turn into a real sea serpent.
Hehehe..."
Little Beya stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"That is... the Eternal Serpent?"
"That's impossible!"
You're lying to me!
She struggled to shake off Roger's hand, looking at him warily. "Who are you?!"
"Sixth Sense: You sense the struggle within Beatrice Volan's heart."
She actually already believes what you said.
She just needs time to process all of this.
Or perhaps.
You can further gain her trust.
"Gain trust?"
Roger smiled slightly.
Isn't this a piece of cake? Anyway, this is the Nightmare Labyrinth.
I guess no one will know if I secretly do something bad here?
This thought came to mind.
He looked at little Beya's rosy cheeks.
He said in a very serious tone:
"I am your future husband!"
"I'm here to help you."
"Otherwise, why would I know so much?"
These words were spoken.
Little Beya Ruo Tree.
She stared blankly at Roger.
Her rosy cheeks almost turned a deep red.
She suddenly lowered her head.
She gripped the lace-trimmed hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.
"Impossible!"
Little Beya said nervously:
"Although you are indeed very handsome..."
"But I will never marry someone who is better looking than me!"
"This makes me feel very insecure."
Roger paused for a moment.
The next second.
He countered with a question:
How do you know you won't grow up to be even more beautiful than I am now?
Little Beya's eyes widened.
A strange glint flashed in his eyes.
The next second.
The deep reddish-brown color spread directly from her face to her fair and slender neck.
And her fair chest was slightly exposed.
"This..."
Is this true?
"I mean—will I be prettier than you are now?"
She asked in a low voice.
Roger replied without batting an eye, "Of course."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen for you."
"Hey! You're not allowed to talk nonsense!"
She crouched down on the ground, clutching her head.
She curled up into a ball.
Like a frightened hedgehog.
It also resembles a mimosa plant in the wind.
"Hint: Your 'bluff' worked..."
"You've reached a new milestone by using sweet talk to deceive underage girls: pedophilia is a death sentence."
"Pornography will inevitably lead to death: Watch your words, don't think you can do whatever you want just because it's a nightmare."
"Corresponding title: Dangerous Strange Uncle (Loli Affection -50 / Randomly increases one practical skill)"
"I didn't mean to do anything!"
I saw Little Beya squat down.
Roger almost thought he had made a mistake.
However, after seeing the information in the data column...
His anxiety turned into silence.
At least he meant well by bluffing! He was impersonating her future husband.
Just to make her believe what she said!
"Now..."
"Shouldn't I have succeeded in gaining her trust?"
"Girls this age are often a little bit love-struck..."
The thought had just crossed my mind.
Roger then noticed.
Everything around was fading and crumbling! This was a sign that the Nightmare Labyrinth was collapsing! "Just as I thought..."
Roger looked at little Beya squatting on the ground with a sense of relief.
She was covering her face with her hands at that moment.
But the bright, darting gaze that peeks at you through your fingers can't be hidden no matter what.
Thick white fog rolled in from all directions.
Perhaps they sensed all these changes.
The girl asked in a trembling voice:
Are you leaving?
Roger nodded.
He was ready to end this nightmare maze journey perfectly.
So he spoke to the girl in the gentlest of voices:
"Bye now..."
"My little Beya..."
But at the same time.
Another voice rang out.
"Bye now..."
"Loli Zhan"
Whoosh! The white mist was swept away by the gale.
The two figures that emerged from the fog were less than ten meters apart.
And what I just said.
It was as clear as the sound of a silver needle falling to the ground.
Roger stood stiffly in front of the Sea Serpent Queen.
The two looked at each other in silence.
atmosphere.
It's a little subtle.
After a while.
The Sea Serpent Queen spoke in a hoarse voice:
"You..."
"What have you been doing?"
Roger immediately raised both hands high:
"I didn't do anything?"
"Real?"
Beatrice incredulous!
Immediately afterwards.
She mimicked the tone with a mocking and provocative manner:
"But I'm still a muscular man who's completely immune to women over 1.5 meters tall, aren't I?"
Upon hearing this...
Roger couldn't help but pound his chest.
I wish I could punch myself until I vomited blood!
"This is some kind of dark history from so many years ago!"
"Back then, I was just a kid with a rather biased view of women..."
Roger felt a deep, involuntary lament.
But he maintained a normal expression on the surface. "Nightmare is nothing but distorted memory."
Aside from the name, much of it is fake.
Don't worry about it too much.
Beatrice smiled subtly:
"Name?"
Roger started pounding his chest again.
"Broken."
"He'd probably be dead by the Queen's side..."
He thought to himself, his head aching.
Roger thought the Sea Serpent Queen would further exploit his past.
But the next second...
The Queen, however, said, "You're right. Nightmare was woven by Vilan, and no one knows how much of it is genuine."
"Now that we've broken free from our mental block, let's forget about those things."
Roger breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been granted a pardon.
But at this very moment...
He suddenly realized a fact—
This was the first time he had seen the true face of the Sea Serpent Queen!
Her appearance was not nearly as exaggerated as depicted in the manga from her previous life.
She also lacked the dignified air she possessed when wearing a veil.
This must be her most authentic self.
Roger noticed.
Beatrice has long, jet-black hair.
Her face was delicate and pretty, with a touch of allure.
In terms of looks, he might not even be as good-looking as Roger is now.
But it's the kind of thing that gets better the more you look at it.
And her figure is simply too good.
She is tall.
Full breasts.
Slender waist.
Long, slender thighs.
Every detail of her body seemed to be doing its utmost to attract attention.
In comparison.
Her clothing and accessories were much more understated and modest.
Her head was adorned with a pale green seaweed crown.
A thin Mithril necklace adorned her fair neck.
Then there's a combination that was popular in Kuytun many years ago: a white long-sleeved top paired with a black tulle skirt.
At the very bottom is a pair of semi-transparent crystal shoes.
Through the wondrous refraction of crystal.
Roger could even see the fine blue veins on the back of his foot.
This style is completely out of step with the powerful aura that the Sea Serpent Queen has always maintained.
Rather than Queen.
She's more like the older sister next door.
What are you looking at?
"Beatrice asked coldly."
Thanks to its extremely high reflectivity.
Roger swept the Queen's entire body in just 0.01 seconds.
This is a fundamental skill for technically skilled players.
At present.
Without even lifting his eyelids, he replied, "I'm trying to figure out if you're Vilan in disguise!"
"Before entering the Nightmare Labyrinth."
"I've already been scammed once before, so I have to be careful!"
Beatrice's cold and stern expression softened slightly.
She nodded slightly. "Indeed."
"I almost got scammed too."
The topic has been successfully shifted.
Roger quickly struck while the iron was hot:
"Therefore, we must be completely honest with each other!"
Beya's expression turned cold again. "How exactly do you mean honest?"
Roger replied naturally, "Rank."
"Only a personal mark can be unforgeable."
The Sea Serpent Queen hesitated for a moment.
He nodded.
At present.
The two of them each handed over a wisp of the mark from their respective positions.
In Roger's perception.
A cold, chilling, powerful, and slightly salty scent wafted over me.
"Hint: You have accepted Beatrice Woran's 'Status Mark'."
"You've confirmed the Sea Serpent Queen's identity!"
The next moment.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
After the white fog disappeared.
The two were in a square paved with square stone slabs.
At the end of the square.
It is a stairway to endless darkness.
"It's not over yet."
Beya solemnly said, "Our nightmares are nothing but child's play. After all, for powerful beings like us, true nightmares don't actually exist..."
Roger nodded in agreement.
His gaze drifted towards the staircase.
Indistinctly.
He heard a slightly familiar hissing sound!
"Hint: You realize that the ' Genesis Event: New Gods, Old Dreams' has entered a new phase."
"An unprecedented nightmare has been born!"
"It comes from Astral White Whale Fenny..."
"The nightmare of the beluga whale..."
Roger was finding it a bit tricky.
Just thinking about that magnificent whale leap...
He felt a chill run down his spine.
"Let's go over there first."
Beya whispered.
Roger nodded.
The two of them walked together to the long staircase.
Roger sensed it briefly.
His brows furrowed slightly.
The next second.
He extended his hand to Beya and explained:
"The dream on the steps was chaotic."
"If we are not careful, we may lose contact again."
"This could give Vilan an opportunity to Seize the Opportunity of the situation."
As he spoke.
He curled his fingers.
He gestured for the Queen to place her hand on his.
Beya stared at him intently.
Then she gracefully extended her hand.
only.
She reached out her hand.
He said, "Roger, do you have a crush on me?"
The soft, weightless touch traveled up my finger bones.
Huh? Roger, looking completely bewildered, explained, "I'm just afraid of Wei..."
His voice abruptly stopped.
Because when he looked up, he saw a small white snake lazily perched on Beya's shoulder!
It looks like it's really enjoying the Queen's shoulder.
It seemed to sense Roger's surprised gaze.
The little snake even defiantly licked Beya's bare shoulder.
Hiss hiss hiss.
The scarlet forked tongue of the snake was slightly raised.
Roger was completely dumbfounded!
"Notification: Your Celestial God Body, ' White Turbid Serpent,' has had intimate contact with Beatrice..."
"The favorability rating has reached the minimum threshold."
' Ocean Overlord / Sea Serpent Queen: Beatrice ' has been moved to the 'Romance Module'.
Insufficient favorability.
Unable to move into the 'Adults' module.
Keep up the good work!
"If not, why did you choose snakes as your Mythical Creature?"
Beya's lips curled up slightly.
She took Roger's hand and strode up the steps.
Then he turned around.
He said condescendingly, "Unfortunately, I've never liked snakes..."
I'm sorry.
Roger remained silent.
He really wanted to ask, 'Can Mythical Creature be chosen too?'
But seeing Beya's confident demeanor...
What he recalled was the girl who was crying while hugging her knees.
Roger was almost reluctant to sabotage the project.
final.
He offered no explanation.
He simply muttered, "Let's go inside."
"Um."
That was a very light, girlish response.
The sound of footsteps echoed on the steps.
Not long after.
Endless darkness surged in from all directions.
It swallowed up the two people on the steps!...
"Warning: You have entered the nightmare of the White Whale Fenny."
"Warning: You are about to come into contact with elements from the ' Abyss of Destruction '..."
"Warning: A large amount of Aberrant Matter and monsters are approaching!"