Chapter 479
by fanqienovelChapter 479: Albert Drake’s Morning Grumpiness
“Zzz…”
The ancient cup animal colony rapidly reproduced and expanded.
Using surrounding “minerals” to swiftly construct their “skeletons,” cup-shaped platforms gradually rose.
Meanwhile, Trilobite’s Chaos Energy…
【Infusing growth. Consuming 100 Chaos Energy per minute】
Within the system, his Chaos Energy drained at a considerable rate.
“Hmm, I’ll set the allocation at 10,000 Chaos Energy.”
“Ten thousand isn’t exactly little for me, but not too much either.”
“Besides…”
【New evolution consultation request. Accept?】
“Absolutely!”
“This time, I hope to land something major!”
“Let me see!”
“Oh, it’s you!”
Trilobite beamed; the visitor was indeed significant.
It was that previous “Flat-nosed Strong Dragon.”
After the “Megalodon lady” and the “Sinosaurus lady,” this “Flat-nosed Strong Dragon gentleman” ranked as his largest client.
Actually…
Considering marine creatures’ weight and body cavities were often substantially larger than land animals’, and given the Flat-nosed Strong Dragon belonged to the plesiosaur group…
Truthfully, for client modifications, Trilobite leaned toward helping them grow larger.
Miniaturization and precision adaptations cost less Chaos Energy.
Growth meant bigger Chaos Energy payments; moreover, enlarging wasn’t mere scaling—it demanded meticulous adjustments to bone density, muscle strength, and organ capacity.
Maintaining balance between size and agility during growth proved equally crucial.
This intricate process yielded far more Chaos Energy than downsizing ever could!
Though both paths held merit, growing larger clearly served Trilobite’s interests better.
“Right! Let’s begin!”
【Client has fulfilled your prior request. Service fee discounted (40% off).】
“What!?”
“When did I ever…!?”
Trilobite wanted to refuse to acknowledge the deal.
But he truly had no escape.
“Tsk.”
“Seemed those dragon fish wanted to hunt my ‘branching worm’ spawn, but most got chased off by Mr. Flat-nosed Strong Dragon, and I ate the rest…”
“Never mind. Sixty percent off’s fine.”
“Then I’ll give you something huge!”
“Gotta charge more.”
“Oh right, I should check the wilderness beyond the swamp.”
“Planted a sapling there—wonder how it’s doing.”
Trilobite strode forward on long legs, slowly leaving the “sandbank.”
In the system panel, Chaos Energy kept draining rapidly.
Behind him, ancient cup animal colonies swiftly spread through the “Inner Dam Shallow Sea.”
“Adorable ancient cup animals!”
“Grow wild and free!”
“First, build me a Cambrian ecosystem!”
Once settled, they skipped releasing gametes to develop into “floating larvae.” Instead, they budded directly like hydras and coral polyps.
They multiplied explosively, soon making the shallow sea bloom with shimmering “cup-shaped trees”!
Trilobite never realized how profoundly these “ancient cup animals” would impact his spawn—even certain deities!
Nor did he know these creatures drew covetous eyes from their very birth!
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Living Saints basked in unique divine grace.
They sustained their bodies through “divine grace” from the Giant God or demon-hunted “energy,” scarcely needing food, drink, or sleep.
Custom dictated they recite the “Giant God Holy Scripture” and “Giant God Truth” by the First Living Saint. Through Holy Light from the Sun, they’d ponder the Giant God’s will, using His wisdom to inspire mortals toward His “great salvation plan.”
Such was the Living Saints’ image in popular belief.
Yet one proved the exception.
The second living saint, Ms. Albert Drake, rarely used “Holy Light from the Sun” conventionally.
She’d bent its divine technique askew.
Her “Holy Light from the Sun” crafted energy-based “simulated feasts” and “simulated wines.” Mortals consuming them found hidden ailments purged and bodies fortified by the light within.
For Albert Drake, though, the true appeal lay in these constructs matching—even surpassing—real food’s flavor and texture.
Her “simulated wine” brought drunkenness without hangovers.
Under her command, clerks and secretaries heard few “sacred virtues” or “enlightening sayings” of the Giant God. But excel at their tasks? They’d feast and drink with Ms. Albert Drake herself.
“Drink! Down it all!”
“Eat up! Why so dainty? Some lady you are?!”
“Hahahaha…”
Her hearty laughter echoed through the palace.
Unlike the other Living Saints who scarcely slept—devoting every waking hour to the Giant God’s "Great Plan"—Albert Drake kept regular sleeping hours.
This wasn’t out of necessity, but preference.
Though a Living Saint, she remained the most down-to-earth among the five.
Her lack of saintly airs seemed improper, yet unexpectedly endeared her to both her subjects and the Chosen Ones warriors.
Even the Giant God supported, or at least tacitly allowed, her ways.
So Sulya never interfered.
When roused from her soft bed, the second living saint was livid.
“Hey!”
“You little pest!”
“Are you a rutting seal!?”
“Barging in at this hour!”
Albert Drake jabbed a finger at her secretary’s nose, her tone sharp.
Morning temper flared.
“If this turns out to be nonsense, you’ll process every document this month!”
Yet the secretary stood unfazed.
“Seal or not, you’re getting up, Ms. Albert Drake!
“Disaster’s struck!”
Albert Drake scoffed.
“Hmph…”
“Another demon loose somewhere?”
“Some minor…”
Her words died abruptly.
“Swoosh——!”
The second living saint’s avatar body drifted through oceanic depths.
“Swoosh…”
This lay behind the “Far Reaching Star Holy Tree,” distant from the Endless Ether’s edge.
By rights, only Ancient God Fragments and skulking Secondary Gods should haunt these waters.
Yet now…
A bizarre “underwater city” sprawled before Albert Drake.
And its gliding inhabitants were…
“Swish——!”
Elephantine ear blades swayed near the Living Saint’s avatar body, wide eyes peering at her in wonder.