Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"Dancer! Damn it, why is it so slow!" The doctor roared, and his voice could be heard with a faint hint of weakness.

"What's the matter?" The dancer was confused by the doctor's words just after the call was made, but she soon noticed the other party's state, and her tone became serious, "What happened?"

"I'm being hunted by a Death Knight, two Soul Eaters, a Cursed Seed, and three Elemental Lords."

The doctor bowed his head to avoid the sickle whizzing past his head, and the crystals condensed in the air to form a shield to block the breath of the element lord, and the speed was accelerated by this.

The dancer was silent, probably digesting the news that the amount of information was obviously a bit large.

"Aren't you in the dwarf's underground mine now?"

"Yes, God knows why there are so many high-level undead here! Don't tell me that the underground world has completely become a paradise for these undead!"

With his own innate ability, the doctor temporarily got rid of the chasing soldiers behind him.

The body that was already on the verge of collapse was almost at its limit, and the bandages wrapped around the whole body had been completely soaked by the liquid oozing from the wound.

The doctor felt that his current body was like a leaking house, and like a leaking bucket. The power was passing at an extremely fast speed, and the sequelae of using nectar to forcibly enhance the strength had already appeared.

"I don't know, this is not in the information collected." The dancer spoke slowly after a long time.

"Forget it, don't say that."

The doctor leaned against the wall and breathed heavily. The lungs even made a sound of air leakage. There was a transparent hole in the center of the chest cavity.

This is the wound left by the spear thrown by the death knight.

At this time, the entrance of the cave has been covered by countless white substances similar to roots, which is the main reason why he is still alive and kicking.

"Dancer, if I can't go back, remember to bring my things back to my hometown, and I'll be buried there."

The dancer was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Although I can't help you directly, I can improve your strength in other ways, but the premise is that you have to completely open your heart to me. Do you want to try?"

"Ha, why not try? It's bad enough now."

The doctor laughed at himself, "If, I mean, if I can go back, get rid of everything you left in my mind... Forget it, do what you like, even if you really get rid of it in the end. I became your puppet, remember to be nice to me."

The dancer's ability is very powerful, and it is some kind of cognitive modification on the spiritual level.

For example, an orphan can be convinced that a stranger is his parent, that there are only two seasons in the world, that the sun rises in the east...

The most important thing is that the person who is modified does not feel that there is anything abnormal about himself.

"…Um."

The roar of the undead came faintly from the end of the mine, and the temperature dropped quietly.

The doctor took a deep breath, as if some major decision had been made.

"I'm ready, let's get started."

"You are the strongest, you are the strongest, you are the strongest..."

"I am the strongest!"

The doctor let out a roar, the whole person turned into a phantom and rushed out from the hiding place, and countless spar gathered and rotated around him, turning into a dazzling flower of death.

These crystals are staggered and crossed, and the streamers flow from them, like a special circuit board, and each signal source is gradually being activated.

In the next moment, the originally blocked space oscillated and distorted.

The doctor successfully escaped the blockade of the undead, and the figure disappeared.

…

Luo Chuan yawned.

He took out his magic phone and looked at the time, then turned to look at the night sky outside the window.

The weather tonight is not bad, the moon is bright.

But he didn't know what was going on, he couldn't calm down, and he didn't have any thoughts about writing a novel just now.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairwell, and Yao Ziyan and An Nuo went downstairs with a smile.

Luo Chuan glanced up and continued to lie on the table, his fingers drawing circles on the table in a daze.

"Why do you look listless?" Yao Ziyan sat down beside her, poking Luo Chuan lightly with one hand on her cheek and the other.

"I don't know." Luo Chuan's voice was dull.

"Um…"

Yao Ziyan looked at Luo Chuan and didn't know what to do, but she didn't think too much about it. She had encountered this situation many times on weekdays.

As for the reason...

It is also very simple, nothing more than leisure.

"Xiaoyan." Luo Chuan suddenly sat up straight.

"Huh?" Yao Ziyan looked like her pale pink lips were holding the rim of the teacup.

"Do you have a very strange feeling?"

"Strange feeling? What do you mean?"

"It's... I can't say it, it's like that kind of premonition, like something big is about to happen."

"Hmm..." Yao Ziyan put down the cup and pondered seriously, and nodded lightly, "Indeed, I thought it was my own delusion, I didn't care much, Luo Chuan, what do you think the reason would be?"

"Does that need to be said?" Luo Chuan sighed, "Can there be other people besides those Annihilation Cultists?"

Obliterate believers.

It's actually been a long time since they knew the name. Luo Chuan still doesn't know why they are so keen to do things.

Of course, it's normal for a madman to have a way of thinking that a normal person can't understand.

The dancing girl and the Annihilation Cultist who escaped from Oxia in the morning, Luo Chuan believed that they must be secretly preparing some kind of dark and evil plan.

The location is deliberately chosen to be in the city of steel, and the relatives/brothers of the world tree in a sleeping state underground are self-evident.

"Just ask Oxia directly." Yao Ziyan suggested.

Luo Chuan nodded and took out the communication device that Oxia had given him before. With the injection of magic power, the communication was connected.

"You do it."

Yao Ziyan gave up his position to Yao Ziyan, mainly because he felt that Yao Ziyan's communication skills were much stronger than his.

"Ziyan, what's the matter? Are you looking for me?"

The relationship between Oxia and Yao Ziyan is still good, and the relationship between the two parties is similar to that of friends.

After all, it is difficult for a person of Oxia's identity to meet people with the same realm and vision.

"Well, there is indeed something I want to ask you, is there something related to the Annihilation Cultists?" Yao Ziyan asked the question bluntly without detouring.

"Oh yes." Oxia nodded, not thinking too much about why Yao Ziyan knew about this.

Outsiders, nothing is surprising.

Moreover, the contact between the two and the Council of Elders is also quite frequent, and it is normal to learn about current affairs through them.