The Magician ran wildly through the gray fog.
"Sigh~"
"It's so slow, I wish it could fly."
There's a no-fly zone here, so the Magician has to walk to get to that mountain.
However, just as the Magician finished speaking to himself, countless starlight suddenly emerged behind him, coalescing into a pair of holy white wings.
Immediately afterwards, the holy wings carried the Magician into the sky.
"I can fly now!"
"Look, I can fly!"
The Magician once again went on a wild spree to everyone on the Local Area Network.
"My hair has grown long!"
"It's just a pair of chicken wings, what's there to brag about?"
My assessment is, it's nothing special.
"That's too good a deal for them."
"Why should he get all the benefits?"
"..."
Facing his envious clones, the Magician smugly Yangyang, "This is the true value of Demigod-Level Soul Orb!"
"I am blessed by the four gods, now tell me loudly, who is truly the Son of the Version!"
Thousand Faces Bubbling: "Who called me?"
The Magician waved his hand. "None of your business, go play somewhere else!"
At this moment, the spirited Magician felt a primal force within him with nowhere to be released.
Climbing mountains is a piece of cake for him; it's a bit of a waste of his talents.
The Magician thought that if he were put on a frontal battlefield, he could take on twenty people!
"How could I have gotten involved with such a piece of trash?"
A sharp and sarcastic voice suddenly echoed in the Magician's Spiritual Sea of Consciousness.
He was stunned for a moment. "Wait, buddy, who are you? How did you get into my head?"
The voice boomed arrogantly, "Listen up! I am the great Soul of Machinery! Come and delight me!"
Magician:"..."
Is this the mechanical Soul of Machinery with its many ingenious uses that the God of Machinery spoke of?
It feels like I've brought home a father figure for myself.
The Soul of Machinery said, "What are you doing, you stupid, clumsy, and useless piece of trash? Come and please me!"
The Magician, his face darkening, said, "Can you get out of my body?"
The Soul of Machinery sneered, "Insolence! Who gave you the audacity to speak to this Machine Soul like that!"
"If you please me, I can grant you supreme power."
"Unfortunately, you're just a piece of trash, a lump of stinking mud that can't be plastered on a wall."
The Magician has decided to stop worshipping the God of Machinery from this day forward.
This thing keeps babbling on and on, even noisier than the old guys on the Local Area Network, and you can't mute its microphone.
The tables have turned; the Magician's smile from before has now shifted to the faces of his clones.
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"
" The Machine Soul is unhappy; you'd better cheer him up quickly."
"Hey, this isn't just Machine Soul, it's a living ancestor!"
"..."
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
The Magician shouted, "I ×@￥&..."
The voice of the Soul of Machinery abruptly ceased.
He was taken aback, not expecting the local gang to be so rude.
"Scrap fish! Bedbugs! Mud!"
The Soul of Machinery, realizing what was happening, began to retaliate.
However, compared to the Magician who spews profanities, he was far too refined and easygoing, repeating only a few words over and over again.
After a moment, the defeated Soul of Machinery chose to remain silent.
The victorious Magician Yangyang, "Little brat, I can't defeat you now!"
Just as the Magician was feeling smug, pairs of blood-red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness.
A strong sense of crisis rose in the Magician's heart, and he slammed on the brakes.
The next second, an overwhelming horde of Wandering Corpse surged out of the gray mist.
They were like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky and the ground.
"You've come at the perfect time!"
The Magician's eyes lit up.
This time, it's finally his turn to be the main character.
The Magician raised his arms and shouted, " Supernova Explosion!"
boom--
A raging Blazing Sun Fire erupted from the Magician's body, instantly burning everything to ashes.
The Magician was so excited that he couldn't control his dancing eyebrows.
He had been eyeing this move for a long time.
The Soul of Machinery said disdainfully, "Only idiots shout out the name of their skills when they use them."
The Magician scoffed, "Someone like you, who doesn't even deserve to have a body, would never understand the pleasure of dopamine release."
The Soul of Machinery felt as if it had been stabbed in the chest, even though it didn't have a heart.
Looking at the burning sky and earth, the Magician felt like he was the Dominator of this place.
"So this is what it feels like to be the main character!" The Magician burst into tears of joy, his voice even trembling with a hint of sobs.
"I am the first man in the Circus to possess Demigod-Level Soul Orb, but none of you treat me like Heavenly King, nor like a human being!"
"So much time has passed, and I haven't even broken through to Level Nine yet. Even the Clown and the others who came later are now at a higher level than me."
"But now, what you have, I also have! I can also stand center stage!"
"I can say with a clear conscience that I, Magician, have achieved everything I have today through my own hard work!"
Thousand Faces: " Good Good Good! So we're starting the emotional part now, right?"
The Soul of Machinery sighed, and said with a hint of pity, "I never imagined that someone as insignificant as you would have such a shameful past."
The Magician, hands on his hips, declared, "From this day forward, no one is allowed to call me a nobody anymore, and no one is allowed to raise their voice at me!"
Suddenly, a ghostly face, even larger than the Magician himself, appeared in the mist before him.
"Roar--"
The demon opened its blood-red maw and let out a deafening roar, smearing the unsuspecting Magician with rotting flesh and an unknown liquid.
The Soul of Machinery quipped, "Aren't there still people yelling at you now?"
The Magician unleashed a powerful punch, sending the masked figure tumbling head over heels.
At the same time, the Wandering Corpse that had just been refined by the Magician was reborn once again.
Faced with the endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the Magician almost lost control of his expression.
The smile shifted to the Soul of Machinery, who said smugly, "Now let's think about how to break through the encirclement."
The Magician said, "It's time for you to shine."
The Soul of Machinery scoffed, "Why should I play a role?"
The Magician declared righteously, " The God of Machinery gave you to me so that you could function in this moment. Do you intend to defy the God's will?"
The Soul of Machinery, unperturbed, said, "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now and can't perform at all."
The Magician cursed, "You deserve to die!"
As the encirclement tightened, the Magician used the power of the sky to accelerate, drawing a straight line of fire through the horde of corpses.
On the other side, Qin Ze still hadn't gained anything.
Although there was gray fog and earth in sight, there was nothingness in one's spiritual sense.
Miss Sword Case spoke up, "I think I sense the presence of an old friend."