Stand Users Will Be Drawn to One Another / Ji-Good Tea! I'll Send Some to My Sister to Try.

Clear out all the Originium around the altar...

After Presis pointed that out, Huang Cao also understood why his vision had been disrupted.

The Power of Abundance he had just used was merely auxiliary. The real force that made his creations grow rapidly was Originium.

If he did not want to be disturbed, he only needed to replace the power source with the Power of Abundance.

In a sense, this counted as discovering a minor flaw in his body.

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Chapter 65: Stand Users Will Be Drawn to One Another

I see...

If he encountered an expert who could directly evade Originium in the future, he would not be caught off guard either.

A moment of daze in battle could be fatal. Although with his regenerative abilities, there should currently be no one capable of inflicting fatal damage on him.

However, Presis seemed to have something to tell him.

Your power is even more wondrous than I imagined. Could this be the project of some unknown researcher? Could you tell me about it?

When Presis's reflection on the water said this, her tone fell silent for a rare moment before finally becoming gentle.

That surprised Huang Cao quite a bit. After all, he could be considered the chief culprit behind ruining someone else's salvation plan.

"Unfortunately, telling you would be useless. The two of us aren't even on the same level."

Huang Cao kept her in suspense and imitated Kal'tsit's tone as he rambled on with a great deal of meaningless nonsense.

Teasing Cyber Ghost once in a while was quite entertaining. After all, even in the Arknights story, this ghost's presence was only average.

Terra's ultimate obsessive woman truly lived up to her reputation.

In the game Arknights, obsessive women were divided into three levels.

The first level was the Prisoner, at the cosmic level.

The second level was Theresia, at the civilizational level.

The third level was Amiya, at the ordinary-family-relationship level.

This ranking did not mean that these three had different degrees of love for the Doctor in the original story. It only meant that they represented different things.

After all, every one of them was putting pressure on the Doctor.

But it did not matter. After he appeared, Miss Doctor would no longer have to endure those suffocating pressures in the future!

How would you know it was useless if you wouldn't tell me?

"You really want to hear it? Then I'll reluctantly tell you a little. Make sure you listen to every word!"

Over the next half hour, Presis finally learned how irritating the cat she had raised could be.

The huge pile of riddles he spouted seemed related, but in reality, they were only slightly related—like someone explaining a science-fiction novel.

And whenever there was key information, he would get stuck right at the point where he was about to say it, but then simply not say it, making people unbearably frustrated.

It was not just other people who would become irritated after listening to him. Even Presis turned into a crazed Hakimi.

What exactly had her cat experienced over these thirty thousand years? Why did this man say he had learned it from Kal'tsit?

Hadn't her cat and this man only just met?

That raised another question: just who had Kal'tsit learned such a long string of foul-smelling, incomprehensible riddles from?

Seeing that she could not obtain the information she wanted, Presis did not rush. She gave a soft laugh, brushed across the water's surface, and left.

She came quickly and left quickly...

At the same time, Kal'tsit, who felt as if she had just been thoroughly mocked, suddenly sneezed.

"Did the weather turn cold so quickly?"

Kal'tsit muttered nonstop as she glanced at the sky, then lit a campfire beneath a dead tree.

It was getting late. Even an iron man needed rest, and tomorrow she still had to sneak into Kazdel's capital to scout.

As a self-trained assassin master, Kal'tsit was extremely confident in her infiltration skills.

At the same time, she really wanted to know whether Kazdel had changed after the war.

It was difficult to say whether Kal'tsit's decision to start the war had been right or wrong.

For Kazdel, it had certainly been wrong—wrong to the extreme. There was no washing away the national and familial hatred, and it had even laid the fuse for the future split.

Had I really done the right thing? Even now, Kal'tsit did not fully understand.

Kal'tsit was contemplating this now, as a true member of this land.

In theory, this big cat's thoughts had already betrayed her. Before meeting Theresia, she had already developed an attachment to this land.

Later, drawn in by Theresia's noble ideals, she had decided to drag her creator into taking a gamble.

The gamble itself was not the problem. With a snap, it had plunged her entire household into ruin.

It had directly left the Doctor in an impossible position.

She could neither kill him nor release him, and the torment had nearly driven him into isolation.

It was only after Big T and Small T captured him in the unofficial history and locked him up for several hundred years that he finally became obedient.

Salute to the legendary unofficial history! Big T and Small T of Cat TV!

Kal'tsit shook the coins in her bag, and her thoughts drifted back to Eden.

Did the answer lie in Eden or in Kazdel?

Meanwhile.

Far away, Theresia, in Kazdel's capital, had not yet fallen asleep either.

The Demon King had plunged headfirst into the library, immersing herself wholeheartedly in the continuation of civilization.

She was trying to find a way for the Sarkaz to break through their predicament in the records of past Demon Kings.

As for the letter delivered to the King of Leithania, it had already arrived by now.

As expected, Leithania had stopped attacking Kazdel, but the situation at the border remained grim.

The current King of Leithania continued deploying troops along the border, but dared not approach Kazdel.

Actually, this was only natural. A sudden withdrawal would certainly invite the neighboring cauldron to spy on them, so maintaining the status quo was the best method.

This would only make other countries believe that Leithania had changed its battle deployments, rather than genuinely intending to retreat.

But Theresia's heart could not calm down.

News of the victory could not be concealed forever, because those who had participated in the battle were not only Huang Cao, but also the Lords of the Royal Court and their subordinates.

Even if the Leithanian soldiers' bodies and blood had been divided among the Blood Demons and Corpse Eaters after the battle, what could be done with the armor and other objects they had left behind?

Theresia was extremely afraid—not that the Sarkaz would berate her for suppressing news of the victory.

She feared that, after tasting victory, the Sarkaz would no longer be able to restrain the flames of vengeance in their hearts and would seize this opportunity to avenge their past humiliation.

When that happened, the conditions for development that had finally been established would be shattered again. Would they have to be struck down once more?

Kazdel should not belong solely to war. This country should not consist only of mercenaries!

Amid these thoughts, Theresia gradually began to question the meaning of conflict.

Why did the countries and races on this land have to fight over everything?

Could they not abandon their former differences and walk toward the future together?

The books' contents could not free the Demon King from her current predicament, and the wails of the souls within the crown could not make Theresia change her mind.

What exactly should I do? What can I do?

Could Kazdel really continue surviving on this land?

At this moment, the gentlest Demon King in history was creating the ideal she wished to put into practice—one capable of saving all of Kazdel...

Thus, over the following months, Theresia's thoughts gradually rose to a height that did not belong to this era.

But that was not enough, because someone else still needed to add a little danger and justification to her ideals.

And that person was currently on the road to Kazdel.

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Chapter 66: Ji—Good Tea! I'll Send Some to My Sister to Try.

Those with good memories may recall that several months ago, when Huang Cao was fighting Leithania at the Demon King's Palace,

to demonstrate Eden's sincerity, Warfarin specifically had the Calamity Messenger send a jar of tea to Yan Country.

After going around in circles, this jar of tea took a full three months to reach Yan Country.

"This jar of tea..."

The noble man named Ji opened the tin containing the tea with a knife and placed a tea leaf beneath his nose to smell it.

The tea's fragrance could be called top-tier. Even Yan Country's finest tea could not compare.

This was an excellent tea. Although it had not been roasted, it was still a rare and precious tea.

"Sister, what can I use to relieve the pain you suffer?"

Ji murmured as he carefully examined the tea leaf in his hand.

How could unroasted tea be brewed? Could he simply chew it dry?

Fortunately, Warfarin's letter to her explained in detail how this tea was supposed to be consumed.

Just bite into it and be done with it. The finest ingredients required only the simplest preparation!

Ji read the letter carefully and discovered that many of its phrases subtly indicated that this tea had extraordinary medicinal effects.