Chapter 252
by fanqienovelChapter 252: Please Care for the Empty Nested Tsundere
"Great is the Giant God!"
"Praise the Giant God!"
"You are the only beacon in the dark world!"
"You are the only landmark in the world of secrets!"
"You are…"
In the massive "Skull Cathedral," the continuous hymn of praise echoed back and forth.
Though the melody was decent, the lyrics fell short—uninspired and dull.
Yet none of the listeners showed indifference. Clad in heavy armor, they knelt on one knee, thanking the Giant God for his blessings.
For "Chosen Warriors," daily praise bridged their "distance" to the Giant God. Yet as the living saint and war leader taught, the truest path to closeness lay in severing demon heads—blood sacrifice for the Giant God, skull offerings to the Divine Throne.
For instance…
*Creek—!*
War leader Kukukwanquak raised a tall banner while half-kneeling.
Painted on it: a towering lizard gripping a bloodstained spear!
He shifted feet encased in iron boots, producing a *clatter*.
Though hailing from the feral, vanished Bubble World Sotiko and leading the newly formed "Ancient Blood" war organization—theoretically accustomed to the Giant God forces’ ways—he remained awestruck by this "Skull Cathedral."
They stood in Bubble World Valaharl.
All refugees from Sotiko had been settled here.
Valaharl was a chaos-scarred wasteland—a "blank slate." Beyond the "Giant God’s Towers" risen by divine will, no structures dotted the emptiness.
Valaharl people moved in silent obedience, sparing no whispers, devoting all to their savior—the Giant God!
Thus the Giant God forces shifted their industrial and political heart from Themis to Valaharl.
Even Sulya preferred residing here over Themis, where old and new elites schemed endlessly, and the old order’s mess festered. In Themis, her most frequent gesture became covering her face in vexation.
Compared to Sulya, the second living saint Albert Drake spoke bluntly.
She’d declared repeatedly: Themis’s parasites deserved "elimination" long ago.
So when the first and second living saints relocated, major war organizations and the Purification Agency headquarters followed—from Themis to Valaharl.
Ambitious youth, stifled by Themis’s intrigues, fled to Valaharl or Bubble Worlds "Tritium" and "Canaan," seeking new beginnings.
With these shifts,
Themis retained but one allure: the seabed "Holy City"—where the Giant God first descended, the "dream’s origin."
Hence Valaharl now hosted the "flag awarding ceremony" for new war organizations.
Here too stood sacred ground rivaling Themis’s seabed Holy City—the "Skull Cathedral"!
It was a true "Skull Cathedral"!
The entire temple had been built from the massive skull of the Chaos Demon God. Looking up revealed ribs and dried "divine skin" supporting the ceiling, but the floor paved entirely with demon skulls felt truly excessive!
And that wasn’t even mentioning the mountain of stacked demon skulls at the cathedral entrance.
The sight was both awe-inspiring and chilling.
"They say the Giant God utterly loathes chaos deities."
"Killing the Chaos Demon God wasn’t enough. He skinned him and devoured his flesh."
"Seems it’s all true."
"And the Living Saint, she…"
He looked at the First Living Saint before him. Clad in pure white robes and radiating Holy Light, she appeared sacred and serene. Yet he couldn’t help a private thought:
"Who could’ve imagined…"
"The idea of piling demon skulls into ‘hills’ and using demon bones for the cathedral came from her first."
"Had it been the Second Living Saint Albert Drake or the Third Living Saint Loseta suggesting it, I wouldn’t be surprised…"
As Kukukwanquak’s thoughts wandered…
"Mh… Cough cough…"
First Living Saint Sulya suddenly gave two soft coughs ahead of him. Her body swayed slightly, as if she might collapse.
"What’s wrong? Is Sulya unwell?"
"Impossible!"
"How could someone of her power fall ill?"
"Could she be receiving the Giant God’s grace?"
Rumors had spread through the war organization. Unfounded whispers claimed the Giant God occasionally bestowed "grace" upon the Living Saints.
When this "grace" spread through them, their bodies would tremble.
But…
Kukukwanquak glanced aside. There stood the Second Living Saint, the "Ether Queen" Albert Drake, now showing similar signs.
His angle offered a view of Albert Drake’s profile.
He frowned slightly, fingers gently massaging his temples.
This didn’t match the described bearing of the Giant God’s "grace."
"Are you alright?"
Fourth Living Saint Angna asked with concern, softly stroking Albert Drake’s back. Meanwhile, the white-haired Third Living Saint Loseta cast a sidelong glance at the unsteady Sulya.
It was clear.
Only the First and Second Living Saints were affected!
"Mh…"
At that moment, Sulya gave a slight nod toward Albert Drake.
She saw the same confusion and worry in Albert Drake’s eyes.
Just moments earlier, they’d suddenly felt a wave of discomfort and pain surging from deep within—not from the Giant God, but from another source of their power!
"It’s ‘Bubble World,’ Themis."
"Our homeland!"
No matter how far travelers roam, the will of their "hometown world" always tugs at them; after all, their bodies are forged from its substance, their spirits shaped by its essence.
The stronger one becomes, the more keenly this bond is felt.
Usually, it merely echoed as faint "homesickness," carrying no real weight.
Unless…
"Themis is undergoing tremendous upheaval!?"
—-
"This is…"
"Quite something."
"That customer service lady might be a bit out there and totally irresponsible, but she’s been decent to me."
Trilobite marveled at his new "gift."
What "Miss Sotiko" (who clearly wasn’t all there) gave him appeared as a "notebook" in the system. But on any phone, that icon rarely meant a notepad.
It almost always meant—a contacts list!
"Exactly! Just your ‘ordinary’ contacts list!"
【Special Item: Contacts List】
【Description: Tired of forgetting numbers or losing touch? This contacts list solves it!】
【Effect: Reach beings you share deep bonds with.】
【Magic Cost: 200 points per minute (ongoing).】
"Great as it is…"
"It guzzles magic."
200 points per minute was steep. A ten-minute call would cost as much magic as flipping someone off twenty times or layering twenty "Ball Joint Armors."
"Still manageable, though."
Trilobite’s magic regeneration was swift. His increased Size had boosted his magic pool to 10,000 points, with recovery at 100 per minute.
A ten-minute call would drain 1,000 points—easily restored in ten minutes.
"So…"
"Who to call first?"
"Hmm…"
He checked the contacts.
Only three entries: Themis, Valaharl, and Zizi.
"Little Zizi’s sweet—she’s given me cool stuff."
"Miss Valaharl’s frail; I should ask after her health."
…
Torn between them, Trilobite dithered until he gave up.
"Maybe just go down the list."
"Start with Miss Themis…"
He "tapped" her name.
The "call" connected instantly.
But…
"Beep… beep… beep…"
"Click—!"
…
Either busy signals or abrupt hang-ups!
"What’s wrong?"
Trilobite felt startled!
Then it hit him.
"Ah… been gone too long…"
"Probably mad, huh?"
"Maybe… time to visit?"