Man on the ark, forced to become king

Kal'tsit didn't want to admit this shameful thought, and silently increased the speed of her motorcycle.

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"Damn it! (Sarkaz swears!) (Sarkaz swears!), what the hell is this thing?!"

In the completely alienated town, Warfarin stood on the crystallized ground, the crystals on her feet almost spreading up to her knees.

She finally made up her mind to cut off her own foot and escape, but before she could put it into practice, she was forced to stop. The energy shock that could alienate people did not reappear, but the townspeople on the ground who had turned into crystalline human figures seemed to have gone mad, firing crystalline javelins at her indiscriminately as if they were free.

Okay, maybe they really don't charge for throwing that away...

But that's not the point!

The key point is that those javelins were faster than crossbow bolts, and there were so many of them that it was absurd. If she hadn't dodged in time, she wouldn't have landed safely; she would have been riddled with holes in the air.

The current situation is that when you fly into the air, you are bombarded with so many projectiles that you can't avoid them at all, but when you land on the ground, you are temporarily safe.

Although there were quite a few crystallized townspeople, their bodies were not particularly robust, and they did not use javelins to target objects on the ground. They seemed to have only simple instincts and were not difficult to deal with.

Relying on her profound magical skills, Warfarin has been maintaining the operation of her magic, repelling the ever-approaching Crystal People, and has not yet met a tragic end.

But how long can this situation last?

Blood magic is indeed very useful. Even when facing a crystalling being without blood, it can still be quite powerful because the opponent is very weak. But the problem is... her blood is limited!

If this continues, even if no one kills her, she'll be drained of her blood and become a blood demon.

She was running a clinic in town, treating the sick and saving lives. Even if she didn't do anything of immense merit, she was certainly doing good deeds every day. Why did she have to suffer such human pain?

Who did she provoke?

Warfarin's chest heaved with bitterness, her heart heavy with sorrow. Helpless, she could only maintain her magic, driving away the crystallings while dragging her limp body toward the edge of town.

If you won't let me fly out, then I'll crawl out, okay?

However, it turned out that this alienated town seemed to exist just to toy with her; she couldn't fly out, and she couldn't crawl out either!

After finally managing to move to a position close to the edge, Warfarin felt a jolt behind her. She hurriedly turned around and saw that the two crystallized houses had grown thick arms and legs and stood up from the ground!

"I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming..."

The poor Miss Blood Demon was completely dumbfounded; she never imagined that the kind of stuff in storybooks meant to fool children would actually appear in real life.

Turning people into crystal sculptures is one thing, but the Originium Arts, which involve manipulating rocks, are also something the Sarkaz Stonewing Demons can do, so there's still a way to explain it.

But you've made the house grow arms and legs and stand up to hit me, isn't that going too far?

What kind of number is this?

Warfarin now feels like a clown in an amusement park, trapped on a specially set stage, performing a ridiculous act.

"I quit!"

Consumed by rage, Miss Blood Demon simply plopped down on the ground, and the ring of crimson blades surrounding her dissipated one by one.

The situation is now quite clear: in this town, there exists a powerful being with a twisted sense of humor, and everything that just happened was a mockery of her.

There was no way she could escape from here on her own, so what was the point of continuing to struggle and being used as a tool for amusement?

With the Crystal People in front and the long-legged houses behind, Warfarin sat in the middle, feeling the ground tremble on both sides, her eyes unusually calm.

She had never been so close to death. She had wondered what it would be like before, but now that she had experienced it firsthand, it didn't seem like such a big deal.

As a naturally immortal being, she has lived for far too long, longer than the history of a newly formed nation, and there is little left for her to cherish.

If you're dead, then you're dead.

The only regret is that a research project on mineral defects is not yet finished...

By the moonlight, the enormous shadow of the monster that the house had transformed into cast behind her loomed over her. Without turning her head, Warfarin raised her hand and slowly extended two middle fingers.

Did you think she would cry, make a scene, and kneel down to beg for forgiveness?

There are no doors!

hum! ! !

Suddenly, the violent roar of the Originium engine exploded in the night, accompanied by the sounds of crystals shattering, tires screeching, and a cold female voice.

"Mon3tr!"

(A joyful neigh)

Warfarin, who was sitting on the ground giving the middle finger, suddenly felt her collar tighten and her neck being strangled. She was lifted off the ground, spun around in mid-air, and met two round little eyes.

"Mon3tr? Kal'tsit?!"

"Throw her up here, and hold on tight!"

Boom!

Crystals shattered everywhere as Kal'tsit, riding her motorcycle, crashed into a large section of crystals, executing a beautiful drift and turning the corner.

The crystalline behemoth carrying Warfarin shook its blade-sharp limbs, tossing Warfarin behind the motorcycle. It then disintegrated into tiny, dark green crystals that floated onto Kal'tsit. Its lower body remained broken, while its upper body reformed, protecting the motorcycle beneath it. A faint glow appeared on its body surface.

Command: Structural reinforcement!

Like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, the sudden intruder enraged the previously sluggish crystal monsters, causing them to become agile. Countless javelins and crystal blades, along with the house monster's enormous fist, slammed into the motorcycle that had just started moving.

However, none of the attacks could break through Mon3tr's defenses. Before they could even touch the two people on the vehicle, they were all torn apart by the limbs that left afterimages. The remaining force caused the motorcycle's trajectory to deviate slightly, but it was quickly corrected.

Kal'tsit was practically lying on the motorcycle, the engine at full power, the pure black motorcycle weaving through the streets like lightning, dodging obstacles, smashing crystals, and breaking out of the town.

Phew! !

A sharp screech came from far behind.

Still shaken, Warfarin instinctively turned her head and met a pair of enormous, vertical red pupils.

In the heart of the town, a colossal mountain-like structure stretches its body from the ground, like a demon crawling out of the earth.

"That is--"

"Forget about all that, just hold me tight!"

Kal'tsit had no time to spare, nor the energy to pay attention to the situation in the town. Under her control, the ordinary motorcycle transformed into a rampaging tank, mercilessly crushing the crystal monsters encountered along the way, carrying the two of them straight out of the town and into the boundless wilderness.

Behind them, a colossal crystalline behemoth, almost half the size of a small town, had half its body crawled onto the ground, its scarlet pupils fixed on the departing taillights.

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"Phew~ I thought I was going to die there."

The motorcycle stopped beside a large rock. Warfarin let go and fell off the motorcycle, lying on her back on the ground, panting heavily as she looked at the starry sky.

Kal'tsit ignored her, pushed the steaming motorcycle aside, looked at her scorched pants, and felt a burning pain in the skin on her inner thigh, which made her frown.

She originally wanted to run further, but the actual situation didn't allow it; she simply couldn't hold on any longer.

If I keep riding like this, my legs will probably be roasted alive by the overloaded Originium Engine.

This body is just an ordinary Felin, with no outstanding qualities other than a relatively long lifespan, and it can't withstand this kind of torment.

"Kal'tsit, you're my savior—no, wait!"

Warfarin, who had narrowly escaped death, lay on the ground, marveling at her life, when suddenly she remembered something, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"No wonder I suddenly ran into this kind of thing, it turns out it was you!"

"You chose this place yourself; it has nothing to do with me. There are many free villages in Kazdel, and you chose the worst one."

Kal'tsit, with a cold expression, wanted to rub her thigh, but hesitated because of her pride, so she sat down against the rock, her legs slightly apart, letting the cold night wind ease some of the burning pain.

With the vitality of the golden tree, this level of injury will heal on its own in no time.

"You're making it sound like you can live anywhere. I need materials for my research, you know? Where am I supposed to buy things if I go to some godforsaken place?"

Warfarin rolled her eyes and muttered, "That town produces a very beautiful mineral, and many merchants go there to buy it. It's much more convenient than other places."

"So, haven't you ever wondered where those beautiful minerals come from?"

"Why am I thinking about all that? I'm not mining, and you're trying to say you know everything? I'm tired of hearing that. Try something fresh."

"Then let's talk about something else."

Kal'tsit didn't take Warfarin's teasing to heart; that was just her personality—she was still like a child even after all these years.

"Based on the information we have so far, a giant beast is sleeping beneath that town. The so-called beautiful ore should be a byproduct of its slumber. Now, it has been awakened from its slumber, and everything you have encountered is caused by the awakening of its power."

"His authority may be related to 'petrification'."

"Isn't this still talking about the same thing?"

Despite saying she wanted to change the subject, she didn't. After listening to Kal'tsit's explanation, which was a mix of guesswork and deduction, Warfarin remained silent for a long time before suddenly exclaiming, "So, I've been living inside a god all this time? That's really lucky."

"Indeed, the probability of an ordinary person encountering a giant beast awakening is lower than being crushed to death by a natural disaster while walking on the street. You are indeed very lucky."

"Hey, hey, hey, it's been so long, can't you say something nice? I'm seriously injured... Oh, right, my foot!"

After lying on the ground for a while, Warfarin belatedly realized her question.

It's not that she's oblivious... well, she is a little bit.

The situation was too urgent just now, and I didn't think of it for a moment.

"foot?"

Kal'tsit tilted her head and looked in the direction of the sound. She immediately noticed Warfarin's legs, which had crystallized down to below her knees. The more she looked, the more her brows furrowed, almost forming a "川" (river) shape.