"Bang!"
The [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] slammed its fist on the table.
Although she didn't focus on increasing power, the sudden attack still caused the desktop to lose 1 HP on the spot, and at the same time, it startled [ Chocolate Ice Cream Scoop ] so much that the Low Tier Psionic Energy Formula in her hand Shattered on the spot.
"What's wrong with you? I've finally built a third of it..."
"Only one-third?"
"Go ask around, which player can even construct a third of a Psionic Energy Formula, let alone Light? So what's wrong with you?"
These people are truly heinous!
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] said through gritted teeth:
"They actually dared to attack our Valhalla with such tactics! And they even tried to assassinate Ed! It's a good thing I wasn't there yesterday, otherwise..."
[ Chocolate Ice Cream Scoop ] Shrugs:
"No, isn't your immersion a bit too much? This is probably part of the storyline, meant to give players who stay in Valhalla a treat. I think it's nice to have something like this once in a while."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] Shaking head:
"I think this won't do. This can't happen again. My beloved Little White... How can the lord be in danger?"
"To be honest, I also think it won't happen again. This kind of plot is one-off; any writing team with any skill wouldn't write it again."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] She thought her brother made sense, and her initial excitement subsided, and she sat back down in her chair.
"But then again, I'm still a little worried."
So what are your plans?
"I'm thinking about it."
What can you come up with?
"Look down on me? I'm the one who named Valhalla!"
"That was decided by everyone's vote, and besides, it's not your original work. The copyright belongs to Norse mythology. If we're talking about originality, isn't the Vegetative Patient Rehabilitation Center much better Valhalla?"
"Then next time you introduce yourself, just say you're from the Vegetative Patient Rehabilitation Center. Nobody's stopping you."
While the two were bickering, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] dragged the progress bar, repeatedly watching parts he hadn't seen clearly, and constantly taking screenshots to save.
After the [ Chocolate Ice Cream Scoop ] had once again constructed one-third of a Psionic Energy Formula, the [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] suddenly stood up again.
What's wrong with you now?!
"I know what to do!"
"What do we do?"
How can we prevent this from happening again?
Didn't I already tell you it wouldn't happen again?
"No, I don't trust the screenwriter's skills."
So what are your thoughts?
Upon hearing her brother's question, [ the Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] flashed a confident smile:
"Have you forgotten that this game offers an unbelievably high level of freedom...?"
Valhalla Adventurers' Guild, Front Desk.
A priest of Pure Ones stood behind the service desk, looking at the Soul Returner before him:
"You mean, you want to issue a bounty?"
"Yes."
The priest calmly produced a printed template for a wanted poster with a blank frame, picked up a charcoal pencil, and prepared to fill it out:
"No problem. What kind of bounty are you planning to offer? Materials? Monsters? Intelligence?"
"People."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] The tone was firm.
The priest put down his pen and looked up:
"Madam, our Second Holy See does not have..."
Those Stained Ones like fish that slipped through the net; their fate remains unknown.
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] His tone remained firm, and the priest's face instantly hardened upon hearing this:
"Describe the features, and I'll draw them for you."
"No need."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] accepted the bounty, used the player system to project his screenshot of Marba onto the image, and then began to trace the image in place.
At this moment, in the eyes of the Holy Crusaders's receptionist, the Soul Returner before him was simply a genius, drawing a person's face in a single stroke, and even adding a profile sideways to the side.
Aside from the slightly odd angle of the drawing, the outline and details of the person's face are clearly visible on this bounty poster.
She continued in the description below:
" Marba, commander of the Stained Ones Legion, is currently missing and his fate is unknown."
The priest looked at her description and asked:
Are you sure?
The Soul Returner nodded:
"Yes, this Stained Ones wasn't captured after the war. He must have found an opportunity to escape and go into hiding. I think Marba could return to Valhalla at any time and wreak havoc again."
"Finally back."
Duma led Enzo out of the Depths of the World, and to conceal his abilities, he deliberately covered the child's eyes with both hands.
Fortunately, Enzo was a reasonable person. After realizing that the other party did not want him to see their methods, he closed his eyes and remained silent.
The two emerged from the Depths of the World and appeared right in front of the Adventurers' Guild.
This was also Duma's first time in this place. Looking at the orderly surroundings, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.
Upon entering the Adventurers' Guild, a priest sitting at the entrance looked drowsy. Sensing someone passing by, he habitually said:
"Hello, please sign your name here. Those Soul Returner should sign on the left, and those Soul Returner should sign on the right."
Oh? I need an autograph again?
Duma curled the corners of his mouth. He had signed his real name not long ago, and he almost didn't have enough contract papers for that.
He took a specially sharpened charcoal stick and was about to put pen to paper when he suddenly heard a woman's voice behind him:
" The Marba moment may return to Valhalla to wreak havoc once more!"
Duma's arm twitched, leaving a black mark on the notebook with the charcoal pencil.
Just then, the priest opened his eyes and saw the bright red arm in front of him, and immediately cried out:
"What is that?!"
In an instant, all eyes in the Adventurers' Guild Hall turned to the four-armed, blood-red demon carrying a child.
Just before the silence was about to be broken, Duma spoke first:
"Wait! I have something to say!"
He pressed down with all four hands in four directions simultaneously, inadvertently activating the power of the Demonic Whisper.
The people around them weren't that strong-willed, and were easily guided by a High Tier demon, preventing the screams from igniting the Adventurers' Guild today.
Duma pulled a contract from his robes, flicked it in front of him, and held it above his head.
"Everyone, do not panic. I am the newly hired Soul Returner Legion Commander by His Highness the Son of God, and from now on I will be in charge of the southern defense line bordering the Tree Worship Church Theocracy."
A player looked at the demon not far in front of him and asked:
What's your name?
"You can call me Duma, but the Son of God Child has bestowed upon me a more powerful and intimidating name— Nige Ganhuo!"
After a brief silence, the Adventurers' Guild was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.