Even After Transmigrating into Coiling Dragon, Who Would Still Eat Soft Rice, Chapter 41

Fanny leaned lazily against Simon's embrace.

"Even so, this stretch of Green Spirit Flower Sea spanning a hundred miles is beautiful enough. When we have time later, we should definitely go see that legendary Purple Spirit Flower Sea."

Simon said.

Chapter 62: Roland

Gazing at the scenery before him, Simon suddenly remembered that he himself cultivated the Laws of Water.

And the Floating Shadow Technique was precisely the signature skill of water-element cultivators.

The principle behind the Floating Shadow Technique wasn't difficult—it could be performed as long as one had a basic grasp of the Mist Illusion profound mystery.

Fortunately, Simon still had many crystal balls in his Spatial Ring.

So Simon took out a crystal ball and began recording a floating shadow for the first time.

When Simon had read the original novel in his past life, because Tomato hadn't written much about the Laws of Water, it even gave the impression that the main use of cultivating water was to record floating shadows for others...

Now he wanted to try recording one himself.

With a little experimentation, Simon quickly mastered the technique of recording floating shadows.

Napote and the others, seeing Simon recording a floating shadow, all came over to join in the fun.

This scene reminded Simon of his past life when everyone went on spring outings, taking cameras to snap photos and record videos everywhere, finally taking a group photo together.

"The only pity is that I can't post it on a social feed."

Simon thought to himself.

Since everyone had plenty of crystal balls, Simon simply recorded a Green Spirit Flower Sea floating shadow for each of them.

At the end of each floating shadow, he also appended a group photo of everyone together.

Holding the crystal ball in his hand, Hamut joked.

"If any of you become a super powerhouse in the future, this floating shadow in my hand will be worth a fortune. I'll just replicate a few copies and sell them—each one for at least a few hundred billion Inkstones."

"Hahaha, I think Simon has the best chance of becoming a super powerhouse. Simon, when that happens, you'd better not put on airs and ignore us, okay?"

Lona chimed in with her own teasing.

Simon smiled wryly: "You guys, do I look like the kind of person who puts on airs?"

"Haha, you never know. Now is now, the future is the future. If you ever act high and mighty and pretend not to know us, we'll really go around selling this floating shadow."

Napote stirred up trouble.

Elno quietly watched them joke around. He was the oldest among them and the most steady, generally not joining in such banter.

"If I ever turn out like you say, feel free to sell it. I, Simon, am not the type to forget my friends once I've made it."

"Hahaha"

Everyone laughed heartily.

Fanny was delighted to see this scene: "I really hope we can all be this happy forever."

"We will."

Simon held Fanny's small hand, speaking gently but firmly.

"Mhm~"

After they had played enough and taken in the beautiful scenery, they returned to the Metal Lifeform.

Simon casually carved out a few caves in the nearby cliff, and everyone chose their favorite to enter and begin meditating and cultivating.

Although Simon gave them a strong sense of security, their own strength was also very important.

Thus, no one slacked off, seizing any free time to cultivate.

Soon, two months passed.

That day, Kenchi gathered all the Fiends again with a full smile.

"Thank you for waiting for me these two months. Now we can set off."

So everyone stopped cultivating and boarded the Metal Lifeform once more, heading toward Lier City.

At this point, the mission was basically half done. Kenchi assured them that for the remaining journey, there would be no more stops—they would go straight to the destination.

"In another two or three years, our first Fiend mission will be complete."

Fanny sighed emotionally.

Before meeting Simon, she would never have imagined spending several years on a mission for just a few tens of thousands of Inkstones.

Her family certainly wouldn't have believed it either.

But reality was more fantastical than imagination.

Not only did Fanny do it, she did it willingly.

Love truly makes people blind.

Hamut had lamented this more than once, especially whenever Napote was being bullied by Lona.

At this moment, he was immensely grateful to be single.

But when he saw the sweet scene between Simon and Fanny, he bitterly lamented why, after tens of thousands of years, he hadn't even held a woman's hand.

And so, Hamut wavered between yearning for love and rejoicing in his solitude.

Only Elno remained as calm as ever.

Only his dedication to training could compare with Simon's.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two and a half years had gone by.

During these two and a half years, Simon had made several moves.

Without exception, he annihilated every group of Highgod bandits they encountered.

With Simon's current strength, comparable to a Seven-Star Fiend, he faced no danger unless besieged by over a thousand ordinary Highgods at once.

Though these battles ended swiftly, the experience of fighting Highgods still benefited Simon greatly.

This also allowed Simon to determine the precise strength of his ultimate technique, Ice-Wind Prison. It held absolute suppression over Five-Star Fiends—once trapped, they lost all ability to resist, and the material attack power inherent in Ice-Wind Prison alone could easily kill them.

It was also overwhelming against Six-Star Fiends; they could put up some resistance, but it was futile.

In these previous battles, Simon had only encountered one bandit with Six-Star Fiend strength.

That opponent was very similar to the leader of the Black Wind Bandit Group they had met upon first arriving in Hell—he had also fused three low-level Profundities, reaching the threshold of a Six-Star Fiend.

But he lacked a powerful offensive technique. This bandit cultivated the Law of Thunder, and his specialty was entirely focused on speed. His material attack was at best at the peak of a Five-Star Fiend, and his material defense was even more ordinary.

Simon was the type best suited to counter such people.

This Thunder-attribute Six-Star Fiend's proud speed was utterly useless before Simon.

Simon merely deployed Ice-Wind Prison, without even using Ice Wind Space as support, and instantly killed this bandit who had been so arrogant from the start!

Simon still remembered the expression on his face as he fell into Ice-Wind Prison—from contempt to shock, then to despair.

And so, this bandit ended his sinful life.

This battle firmly established Simon's position as the top expert in the merchant convoy.

It amazed everyone that a Midgod could be so powerful.

They now completely regarded Simon as a Seven-Star Fiend-level powerhouse.

The Wind-Annihilation Longsword in his hand, and the Ice-Wind Prison formed by 365 strands of Divine Power Azure Dragon, had become the symbol of death.

This also brought them an unparalleled sense of security.

They believed that after this mission ended, this experience would be etched in their memories for a lifetime.

The Leopard-shaped Metal Lifeform continued its tireless journey.

Just as everyone thought they wouldn't encounter any more formidable enemies, a sudden explosion reminded them once again that they were still in the dangerous Hell Wilderness.

But the demons forced to reveal themselves again were not afraid.

It didn't matter.

Simon would handle it.

Everyone's utterly relaxed demeanor made the bandits across from them feel as if their roles had been swapped.

As if the other side were the robbers instead.

The opposing demons were even placing bets on how long they could hold out...

This invisible contempt infuriated Roland, the bandit leader who had just successfully fused the Four Profundities of Earth.

How long had it been?

How long since he had been so lightly regarded by others?

Especially being treated this way by a group of Midgods.

It reminded him of the hard times he had endured when he first arrived in Hell.

Having come to Hell as a Lowgod, he had suffered immensely.

After being casually dumped into a tribe by the Prefecture Army, he had initially been full of hope for the future.

He thought that the start was just a little rough—nothing major. As long as he trained diligently, things would get better.

After all, in his home Material Plane, he was a rare genius unseen for millions of years.

He became a god with ease, like a genius, and then, under the persuasion of the Plane Guardian, came to Hell.

Only here did he wake up.

A Lowgod was nothing in Hell.

From then on, he began his dark, sunless life as an illegal laborer.

Working illegally was one thing, but the worst part was that the fruits of his ten thousand years of hard labor were easily snatched away by others.