I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 696 The Time of Ascension to Godhood

Windwall Forest, the underground factory of the magic ring.

The number of unfinished machines for Vanessa's magic ring has increased to five, each connected to two conveyor belts.

Illuminated by the neon lights on the wall that read "Overtime is glorious," one magic ring prototype after another was teleported to the moon shadow of the moon goddess Luca.

Under the dim light, the moon shadows drooped their heads, and their faces, though indistinct, seemed to hold a hint of resentment.

"Passive shirking detected!"

A shrill, emotionless magical voice suddenly erupted.

The moon shadow shuddered suddenly, and before it could even beg for mercy, the magic stone above its head released a bolt of lightning, crackling and making it tremble.

The clattering of conveyor belts, the crackling of lightning, the dull, despairing roar of machinery.

Rod stood at the door, his mouth agape in astonishment.

“Congratulations, Master! You are now a terrifying slave owner who exploits workers!” Terry laughed.

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Rod looked speechless and walked to the small cubicle to the left of the door.

He went in without knocking.
no one.

The faint smell of negative energy, the unremarkable decorations, and the cluttered equipment on the lab table told Rhodes that this was the personal studio of the zombie Selena.

The magic rings that pass through her hands become more sophisticated and exquisite, and can even be customized.

"Unusually, Selena isn't at her post."

Rod closed the door and swaggered to the cubicle to the right of the entrance.

A distinctly different, elegant and warm atmosphere immediately greets you.

Soft, healthy white lighting, upholstered chairs with colorful brocade patterns, books arranged in gradient colors on a corner bookshelf, four moss plants hanging next to the desk, and a cup of coffee placed on a 'self-regulating temperature' magic stone.

What's even more upsetting is that...

A cute handwritten sign that reads "Working overtime is harmful to your health" is pasted on the wall.

Vanessa, the half-vampire sitting on the cushioned chair, glanced at Rhodes, then quickly lowered her head again.

Her long, blood-red hair was braided together with a black ribbon and hung over her left shoulder.

Mi Yan's face still had a sickly pale complexion, but now she was wearing a pair of rimless glasses, which added to her scholarly and elegant air.

A stack of notebooks with names crookedly written on the covers was pulled from the desk.

The pen tip glides quickly.

Turn the page, slide, turn the page, slide.

She was the substitute teacher for the students who had made mistakes, and she was grading their homework.

Rod leaned against the doorframe and gave a wry smile: "How long has it been since the guys outside have had a break?"

"Three days? A week? I forgot, Laurent, you said you could use it as you pleased."

Terri corrected, dissatisfied: "It's Rod."

"Rhodes".

"Can I hit her, Master?"

Rhodes smiled and pinched Terry's slightly cool earlobe. The succubus was very pleased and obediently rubbed her face against it.

"Where are Luca and Selena?"

"The doll collapsed from exhaustion, and Selena took her to rest. Hmm, how many times have I explained this question? How come people still get it wrong?"

"She faints too?"

“The underground space cannot be illuminated by moonlight, and the power of the domain she receives will be greatly reduced. Even gods have their limits.”

"Don't let me ruin her."

"Are you feeling bad?"

"I just feel that the phrase 'overtime is glorious' isn't enough to motivate these guys. Why not try rewarding them with a 5-minute break for every 100 rings they exceed the target? This can be accumulated, but it resets daily. The punishment should keep the minimum standard in place, while the reward should be raised to the maximum. Let's do both at the same time."

Terry, standing nearby, paused for a moment, then looked at her owner in a daze.

Vanessa thought about it for a moment and realized it made sense. But wasn't 5 minutes a bit too long?

"I will do my best to fulfill the commission between us. You don't need to come and see. I am confident that the production of rings will double by the end of the month."

Rod waved his hand, without mentioning that he had actually come to see Luca.

At this moment, zombie Selena and doll Luca slowly walked over from the rest area.

Selena remained aloof, only glancing at Rhodes as she passed by.

Rod laughed, ruffled her hair, and then leaned close to Luca.

His left eye was bloodshot and filled with weariness; his hands hung limply and his back was hunched, making him look extremely old.

Luca glanced at Rhodes with disgust, a faint sense of impending death washing over her.

"what?"

Rhodes didn't care and asked directly, "Are you sure you obtained the Divine Spark in the First Era?"

"nonsense."

"Tell me more specifically."

"I forgot which star system it was, but the core of a large labyrinth that was destroyed by a psionic storm collapsed, and divine sparks were born. I was passing by, picked them up, and then became a god."

"It's that simple?"

"if not?"

The little guy is quite cheeky.

Vanessa stopped revising the assignment without looking up: "This guy is lying to you."

"You don't know anything. A vampire like you with big breasts is a disgrace. You have no idea how much faith your people contributed to me back then."

Luca has been adopting a "give up" mentality lately, and when she can't resist, she starts lashing out.

"Look at Rochelle, he's lying again. Where did vampires come from in the First Age?"

Vanessa frowned, hunched her back, and pulled her chest back a little.

Terry pouted again and corrected, "It's Rod."

"Okay, Rollo."

Luca was also slightly taken aback, her mouth half-open as if she wanted to refute, but she couldn't say anything.

"Damn it! Those bastards must have altered my memories!"

Rhodes had also given Luca the order 'Don't lie,' and now that the Moon Goddess was so weak, she had no power to resist.

Vanessa scoffed, expressing her disdain and mockery of Luca.

I myself am also part of the memory confusion.

But clearly, she had no intention of showing sympathy.

"I think you not only have a confused memory, but your pig brain can't even understand basic logic. The alternate dimension is an emotional projection of the real dimension. The more desires you have, the stronger the psionic ether in the alternate dimension. Tens of thousands of years ago, with only a few people in the first era, how could you have stirred up a psionic storm?"
Or is it a storm strong enough to destroy the labyrinthine plane? Since observational data became available, only the storms that have blown in the last six months have reached that level.

Luca gave the vampire lady a cold look.

"Rhodes, I request a one-on-one duel with her."

However, the man, who always loved watching the drama unfold, remained completely silent.

Upon seeing the pale pupils, the man stood frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief.

crackling——

The lights in the underground factory flickered.

The real-world dimensions and alternate dimensions that have not been affected by the power of godhood.
Despite possessing a racial god, the skeletal sand people, a cosmic species, have not achieved any significant advancement.
The essence of divine sparks is the primordial cosmic force that is accidentally released when a dimensional labyrinth is born or destroyed.
The First Age, spanning hundreds of thousands of years, is far from sufficient to generate the emotional projections stirred up by the psionic storm.
Luca, the moon goddess who has been asleep for hundreds of thousands of years, may have possessed the power of a vampire's faith.
Rod's expression froze.

All of this, when put together, seems to point to an unbelievable conclusion.

—The time when the evil gods of the First Age ascended to godhood may not have been during the First Age.

Rather, it is the current Fourth Age or later.

(End of this chapter)