Let's rewind to before sunset.
Deep within the Polar Icefield lie the ruins of the Desolate God Society's headquarters.
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the glacier was shattered from bottom to top.
Countless ice shards scattered, and an exit was exposed to the air.
Medusa crawled out of the burrow, her face beaming with undisguised ecstasy.
"What a wonderful day!"
This remote Barbaric Realm not only has fresh air, but also a treasure trove of unclaimed treasures to be found right by the roadside!
"My luck is absolutely amazing!"
She glanced down at the small wooden stick in her hand and the tattered bundle she was carrying.
Don't let its beggar-like appearance fool you; it's a top-tier spatial artifact personally bestowed upon it by the Abyssal Lord God.
Its interior space is so large that it can hold one-tenth of the Blue Star.
And at this moment, inside that originally empty bundle...
Medusa had already filled it with the treasures she had looted from the Treasure Pavilion.
As for underground...
The headquarters of the Desolate God Society has been turned into a stone tomb.
From the lowly gatekeepers to the elite members who remained behind, without exception, they were all turned into stone sculptures by Medusa.
The faces of those stone sculptures still bear the frozen image of death.
These poor members of the Desolate God Society died without ever knowing that the woman who had casually performed a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife.
He is the new Karl Lagerfeld who is preparing to succeed Helge.
Medusa herself was completely unaware of this.
She had no idea that her very first act upon taking office would be to burn her own base to the ground, a perfect blow to her teammates.
"So much money... how should we spend it?"
Medusa stroked her chin, caught in a blissful dilemma.
She pulled a Parchment Map from her bosom.
This was something she had casually looted from a guy who looked like a leader while she was robbing the stone sculpture members.
The map shows the distribution of power in the Polar Icefield.
"China's Ninth Base..."
"Su Country Base Eleven..."
"Su Country Base Twelve..."
Medusa's fingertips traced the areas marked with blue dots.
"These are all within human territory; it should be quite lively."
In addition, three special locations are marked with red circles on the map.
[Night Market]
[Dragon God Ruins]
[Snow Country Train Station].
The Night Market is located on the outskirts of China Ninth Base.
The Dragon God Ruins are not far from the unclaimed treasure vault where she is currently located.
Snow Country Train Station is located near the Su Country base.
When Medusa's gaze fell upon the words "[Dragon God Ruins]", her serpent tail trembled violently.
She recalled the time when that terrifying man severed her snake tail.
Furthermore, the other party made a truly outrageous comment.
"This meat can regenerate indefinitely, making it perfect for stockpiling food."
"Hiss!"
Medusa's scales stood on end.
If she hadn't run fast, this mighty Evil God would have truly become a plate of boiled snake.
"No, no, I can't go near the places that killer star has been!"
Medusa shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.
Just as she was trying to distract herself, her gaze fell once again on her current location on the map.
After comparing the terrain and recalling the scattered markers I had seen underground...
Medusa's forehead began to bead with cold sweat.
"Wait... wait a minute..."
"This place... could it be the mess that stingy old octopus sent me to take over..."
"The Desolate God Society, right?!"
Medusa turned her head and looked at the huge hole she had blasted open, feeling a chill run down her spine.
"We're doomed..."
"I just took office and I've already robbed and wiped out my own family?"
"If this gets sent back..."
However, this panic lasted for less than three seconds.
Medusa recalled what Helge had once said.
Each of the twelve seats in the Desolate God Society corresponds to an Evil God.
She herself had a subordinate called Madman, but she cut him off.
Within the consciousness of these core members, divine restrictions have been planted.
As Evil God, she is able to sense that kind of restriction.
She hadn't felt anything from those people during the underground massacre.
"Turns out they were just a bunch of low-level henchmen and small fry."
Medusa was at peace.
Since there are no core members, it means that this is an insignificant branch, or that the core members have already packed up and run away.
Even if we take a step back and say that this lousy organization wasn't founded by her, it's not like she created it herself.
It was that idiot Helge who caused this, why should she feel sorry for him?
"However, just in case, we still need to find a scapegoat."
Medusa quickly devised what she believed to be a flawless plan.
She picked up a stick from the ground and carved two lines of large characters on a piece of ice rock next to the large hole.
[You lucky fools of the Desolate God Society! Consider your resources a tribute to your grandfather!]
[--Beautiful (erased)... Left by the Dragon God!]
"Phew~ Mission accomplished!"
Medusa looked at her masterpiece, clapped her hands, and was impressed by her own wisdom.
"That's perfect."
"Anyway, that assassin star has many enemies, so one more debt won't make a difference."
"This was all done by the Dragon God, what does it have to do with me Medusa?"
Having shed her psychological burden, Medusa picked up the map and set her sights on the Night Market of the Ninth Base of China.
That was the perfect place for her to spend lavishly.
After several hours of trekking.
Night fell.
Medusa lay prone behind a snow-covered hill, gazing at the brightly lit human city in the distance, nestled amidst the snow and ice.
"It's so lively... but how am I supposed to sneak in?"
Medusa was somewhat troubled.
Although she Suppression her cultivation level, the snake tail on her lower body was still too conspicuous.
Moreover, she is not proficient in advanced disguise Supernatural Ability that can change her form.
If they were to swim in so casually, it would definitely cause panic. And if the Dragon God happened to be in the city, they would truly be walking into a trap.
Just as she was racking her brains...
From a cave not far away, the faint glow of a fire and the indistinct voices of a man and a woman could be heard.
Medusa, curious, quietly swam over.
Through the cracks in the rocks, she saw a campfire burning inside the cave.
A man in tattered protective clothing is making some kind of deal with a woman in a coarse cloth dress.
"I only have these 100 Star Crystal."
The man gritted his teeth and handed over a small bag with a pained expression.
"I just want to discuss the mysteries of the origin of human life with you and do some academic research."
The woman lit a cigarette, rolled her eyes, and pushed the bag back.
Brother, are you kidding me? One hundred Star Crystal is last year's price."
"With this limited budget, you can barely manage to research a catalog."
"I'm taking a liking to you today, so I'll give you a 20% discount. Two hundred Star Crystal, you can book the whole night for an in-depth discussion."
Upon hearing the price, the man's face turned ashen.
This was the little bit of money he had saved up for meals while working tirelessly in pursuit of scientific truth.
Two hundred Star Crystal? Isn't that highway robbery?
The man's eyes darted around as he surveyed the desolate surroundings, and a wicked thought suddenly took hold of him.
"Since you're so dark-skinned, don't blame me for being uncivilized."
"I'm going to get science for free today!"
The man stood up, preparing to make his move on the woman's leg—which leg, you don't need to worry about.
But just as he straightened up...
"Bang!"
A dull pain shot through the back of his head, and the man's eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Ah!"
The woman screamed in fright, dropping her cigarette to the ground.
Her voice abruptly stopped when she saw, by the firelight, the monster standing behind the man, carrying a wooden stick.
It was a snake-man monster with a beautiful upper body and a snake's tail.
Medusa gave her no chance to react or cry for help; with a flick of her wrist, the wooden stick struck the woman on the back of the neck.
"Bang."
The woman's vision went completely black, and she collapsed next to the man.
"Done."
Medusa clapped her hands, her gaze falling on the woman's coarse cloth dress.
Ten minutes later.
Medusa put the long dress on herself.
The long, loose dress, though making her look somewhat bulky and sloppy, perfectly concealed her conspicuous snake tail.
When he walks, he just slides along the ground, like a lame beggar with unsteady legs.
"That should work."
Medusa was pleased with her refugee disguise.
As for the man and woman on the ground who were about to make an illegal transaction, she didn't even bother to give them a second glance.
"Smack!"
She casually flicked her tail, creating a gust of icy wind that extinguished the campfire.
"Who says there's no perfect crime? Isn't this one?"
Medusa raised her chin triumphantly and left the cave.
"I, Medusa, am the born Sage."
"That idiot Helge, who only knows how to hide in the shadows, is just a bastard."
However, in her arrogance, she failed to notice that shortly after she left the cave...
The woman whose skirt she had pulled off twitched her legs slightly from the cold...