Perhaps due to the increase in level (strength), [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] feels that the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess the Machine Spirit has become more and more lively recently, or rather, not lively, but somewhat excited.
The more she interacted with the Machine Spirit, the more she felt that what [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] had told her before was true.
The reason this Machine Spirit is so special is probably because it inherited some fragments of memories from the players.
But how many of these memories are there exactly?
Does participating in the creation of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" mean that a portion of its memories will be inherited?
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] It feels really strange -- what if it's true? Doesn't that mean the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess bears some responsibility for its current state?
After all, when players recruited her, she contributed a lot to the "King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
Could it be me, the despicable creature that corrupted the Machine Spirit I've been searching for all this time?
With all sorts of strange ideas in mind, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] placed the last " Psionic Energy Ammo Pack " and then tied the entire row of ammo packs together with vines to prevent unnecessary jolting during the move.
Looking back, she saw that the pile of Blood Corpse waiting to be packed behind her had already exceeded twenty. She sighed and continued her high-intensity work.
After several days of relentless spending by two groups of players, the five players who arrived at the Great Labyrinth City were on the verge of collapse.
The [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] and the others were well aware of this, so at this moment they completely abandoned any possibility of survival and went to work, as if they wanted to die as soon as the day was over.
After packing up several more Blood Corpse, [ Do Some Farm Work ] also entered the increasingly crowded fortress compartment from outside, and used a charcoal pencil to mark the numbers on the newly packed ammunition packs.
At this moment, the bottom, middle, and top decks of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess were piled high with packaged Blood Corpse, leaving no room to step.
At this rate, even if the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess successfully catches Gray and Nora, there will be no place for them in the fortress.
However, this time they had anticipated this problem, so they reserved the space at the top of the stairs for the Gray.
This place is very spacious, about half a square meter in size, enough for two people to stand facing each other with room to spare.
After writing down the number "999", [ Do Some Farm Work ] looked at the last Blood Corpse Ammo Pack in [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]'s hand.
A full thousand Blood Corpse —this was the result of the Soul Returner ' shopping spree in the Great Labyrinth City over the past night and half a morning.
At first, the players thought that three to five hundred Blood Corpse would be enough, but after some experimentation, they found that five hundred Blood Corpse were probably only enough for the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" to reach its destination but not return.
As a result, the demand for Blood Corpse doubled again, and they snapped up all the Blood Corpse from the fortress repair shops in the surrounding five blocks.
Naturally, the sixty gold coins borrowed from Nuowa were quickly exhausted, and even if [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] had plenty of money, it wouldn't be able to fill such a huge hole.
Moreover, her money was either in the Second Holy See's Greenhouse or in her own account, and online payment was clearly not a method supported by the Great Labyrinth City.
Just when the plan was about to stall due to lack of funds, the Short-Eared Elf Liya offered her help.
The group then realized that they hadn't seen this guy for a while. However, it wasn't surprising that this elf, being an assassin, possessed some kind of ability to conceal himself or reduce his presence.
However, her outer robe seemed different from before, and there was a faint smell of blood emanating from it.
However, the players, who were too busy to care about such things, quickly obtained an additional investment of one hundred gold coins from Liya through a contract, and then rushed to various repair shops to continue their shopping spree.
As for the dispute that arose between the two Short-Eared Elf after they left, the Soul Returner were completely unaware of it.
The early summer sun was already quite scorching, but even more intense was the fiery enthusiasm of the people of the Great Labyrinth City.
Today is a special day. Everyone in the Graycast Corridor will use their votes to personally elect their next leader, a new Grand Foundry Master.
The Graycast Corridor has been established for about eighty years, and the leaders of these humans—the " Grand Foundry Master "—have also accompanied them through those eighty years.
Nearly a century has passed, enough time for several generations to die and grow old. In the minds of those newborns, the Grand Foundry Master is like the sun and moon, like Blood Corpse, like Demonic Tide —one of the inherent and unchanging laws of this world.
As time went by, the Grand Foundry Master gradually evolved from a specific individual into a symbol, a symbol of the Supreme power of the Graycast Corridor.
However, last year, the symbol hanging over their heads suddenly "came back to life" and issued an unexpected decree—the election of the Grand Foundry Master.
The news that the Grand Foundry Master would be replaced was a bolt from the blue for the common people of the Graycast Corridor from last year.
Many of them even developed unseen cracks in their worldview as a result—if someone said the sun in the sky needed to be replaced, they would definitely laugh at that person as a complete fool.
But that's exactly what happened.
In their minds, the nature of the Grand Foundry Master is not much different from that of the sun—existing, powerful, and untouchable.
However, the open social atmosphere also brought many benefits to the Graycast Corridor. The vast majority of people quickly accepted this fact, and even the common people were more accepting of it than some of the " Grand Artisan ".
Thus, radiating outwards from the Great Labyrinth City, the social atmosphere of the entire Graycast Corridor underwent a rapid change.
People gradually went from initial fear to acceptance, and eventually even to excitement and anticipation.
After a year-long, three-round election campaign, the number of candidates has dwindled from over a thousand to just three.
Of course, other rumors have also been circulating in the city these past two days, namely that a fourth candidate is about to return to the Great Labyrinth City to participate in the election.
For some, Gray's return is just a rumor, but for those who have activated their Machine Spirit and received their Machine Spirit Seeds, it is not.
At this moment, as they gazed at the three enormous posters being hung in the square, they couldn't help but recall the promises made to them the previous night by those who claimed to be the Soul Returner.
" Gray will return like lightning!"