Russell: How Can You Assume I'm a Spirit?

But if they fought, whether it was the Ten-Tails or she herself, both would expend a great deal of power in battle.

She could still refine pills, but their quality would no longer look quite so good.

The Prompt Device did not seem to advocate fighting directly.

Those words brought a trace of distress to Russell's face.

But soon, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

A complete God was troublesome for the Ten-Tails.

In that case, splitting God into positive and negative halves and devouring them in batches seemed like a good choice.

"Shopping is over. Time to go home."

With his thoughts sorted out, the Spirit Savior logged into the chat group and reminded Huihui.

Natsumi had already changed into several outfits.

If they kept fleecing the kindest man in this world, it would be a little impolite.

"No problem. Wait for me to sort out my clothes."

Perhaps she had grown tired of fleecing him too, Huihui sent a message calling for a truce.

A few minutes later, the petite and adorable girl skipped back to Russell's side, smiling with pure innocence.

Mm, very cute.

Having completely ignored a certain savior's miserable state, Russell held the girl in his arms and kissed her, making her reveal a shy expression, looking every bit like a soft, sweet girl.

Then he took hold of Natsumi's soft little hand.

Since a single battle could not decide the outcome, perhaps they should find somewhere to stay for the time being.

Under the waiters' alarmed, even terrified gazes, a black torrent surged and spread like a fountain from within time.

Polite yet endlessly chilling evil spirits took all the shopping bags, then vanished from the world.

Along with the master of the shadows.

Sunset.

A magnificent scene of closure.