The ever-changing star starts with a rice cooker.

Chapter 172 Multiple Blessings of Light (4,000 words)

After half an hour.

Ning Du not only obtained the information brought back by other invisible beings, but also found the Light Elf Myska in a remote hut in the Holy City.

To be honest, if it weren't for the guidance of the cursed armor...

Even if Ning Du searched for three days, he couldn't find Miao Sika's hideout in the Holy City.

It was actually located between two unusual houses.

There was a door in the crevice, and after opening the door, you had to go through a long, narrow corridor.

Finally, the view opened up, and we entered a small house of about 100 square meters.

This is supposedly considered pretty good.

Many who have the right to reside in the Holy City cannot afford a small house there.

All you can do is camp out at various outposts year-round and earn some World Coins.

I'm thinking about the day when I can buy a small house in the holy city.

Ning Du asked briefly about the cost of buying a house in the Holy City.

The answer shocked Ning Du.

Goodness, even the cheapest one costs several million World Coins.

This is outright robbery!

However, there are many benefits to staying in the Holy City.

After all, the subspace holy city is already a rare safe zone among countless worlds.

For many, safety is the top priority.

Ning Du thought about it carefully and realized that this was indeed the case.

He also needs to consider whether he should build a small house in the holy city as his safe haven.

Of course, he definitely can't afford it now.

One reason is that there are no conditions to purchase it; if you want to buy a house in the Holy City, the minimum deathmatch level is Ghost.

Then there's not enough World Coins either. A few million World Coins, it's said, could get you several permanent blessings from some gods in the Holy City. Of course, blessings aren't always good things.

For example, a certain doomed deity wandering in the holy city bestows his blessings for free.

Unfortunately, no one has ever dared to claim it!

Let's return to the story of the Light Elf Myska.

When Ningdu first saw this luminous elf, he truly believed he had chosen the wrong person.

Shouldn't elves all be slender, beautiful, with pointed ears, dressed scantily, and possessing extraordinary charm?

At the very least, she should be a beautiful girl or a handsome boy.

What is this in front of me?

A mountain of meat?

Judging by her weight, she weighs at least 500 pounds, has a big belly, a round face, and looks like a steamed bun.

It does have wings on its back, small ones that look like chicken feet.

When Ning Du arrived, she was still eating a cola burger, muttering as she ate, "Human food is so delicious."

Ning Du stood at the door watching her, not daring to go in for a long time.

He was genuinely afraid that this "pig spirit" in front of him would swallow him whole.

"Wow—Ms. Myuska?"

Ning Du spoke softly.

Musca then noticed a beverage machine standing by the door.

"Do I need takeout? Who gave me this beverage machine?"

Miaosika took out a fairy wand and waved it gently. Ningdu felt a breeze blowing and was forcibly blown into it.

They looked at Miuska and were about to grab him.

Ning Du quickly said, "Wait, I'm alive. I'm here to ask for your help, not to deliver takeout."

It seemed that only then did Musca notice the human face on the vending machine.

It took Miuska quite a while to recognize it.

"A shapeshifter? Uh, I don't like shapeshifters, please get out."

After saying that, Miaosika was about to leave Ningdu.

Seeing that things were going badly, Ning Du immediately shouted, "I have something good to offer you!"

When it came to food, Miuska immediately stopped eating.

Ningdu poured Miaosika a drink first and asked her to try it.

Although Miuska looked puzzled, as a foodie, she felt it would be a sin not to eat when someone offered her food.

After taking a small sip of her drink, Museka's expression changed drastically.

Ning Du looked at her expectantly, thinking she would be pleasantly surprised.

Unexpectedly, this pig spirit started to dance!

The fat jiggled, and it kept saying, "It's so delicious! How can there be such a good drink? The shapeshifter brought something delicious, but I hate shapeshifters, what should I do? Shapeshifter food is always awful."

Upon hearing her words, Ning Du immediately realized that she was a "victim of a shapeshifter".

Hurry up, turn Ningdu into a refrigerator again.

Clang!

Glowing roast chicken!

The aroma was so enticing that even the pig spirit's mouth watered.

She clapped her hands and asked Ning Du, "Is this also for me to eat?"

Ning Du nodded and said, "Yes. But I'd like to ask you for a favor!"

Upon hearing the request for help, the pig elf's face immediately fell.

She glanced at the roast chicken, then at Ning Du, before struggling to cover her mouth with her hand and whispering, "I can't help others for food anymore. Last time, my light magic killed several monsters; I can't do that again!"

"What the hell? Aren't monsters your elven race your enemies? It's a matter of life and death for them, what's wrong with you killing them?"

Ning Du didn't quite understand.

Miuska clutched her chest and said, "They're definitely the enemy. But I don't want to kill them either!"

Ning Du opened his mouth slightly; he was now beginning to believe that this Museka was a pure light elf!

Based on this mindset alone, she is—

Wait a minute, something seems off.

If she really is so unwilling to use violence, how did she obtain the qualification to live in the Subspace Holy City?

Ning Du began to be filled with suspicion. Could this delicious elf be a cunning little devil who knew how to deceive people?

No, it should be "fat bad guy"!

Miaosika didn't know what Ningdu was thinking, but she started reciting her own prayer of light again.

Ning Du quickly interrupted her, saying, "I don't want to kill any demons. I just want you to bless me and turn my drinks into holy water of light."

Upon hearing this, Miuska finally lowered her hand.

"Blessing? I can do that. Are you planning to trade this roast chicken for a blessing?"

Ning Du nodded repeatedly.

After thinking carefully with her chubby head for a while, Miuska said...

"Okay, then let's have a thousand roast chickens."

"How many?"

Ning Du was almost stunned. A thousand?

How many times would it take to transform? If it transforms once a day, it would take two or three years!

Musca replied, "No? Then let's have nine hundred and ninety-nine."

Ning Du almost jumped up and cursed at her.

Your discount is practically worthless.

"One hundred, that's all."

Ning Du waved his hand and said.

Musca seemed a little aggrieved.

"A hundred wouldn't be enough for me for several days. Bestowing a blessing is very energy-consuming, especially a permanent blessing —"

Upon hearing the words "permanent blessing," Ning Du couldn't help but cough twice more.

"Okay, okay, then two hundred, no more than that."

When Zimiaosika wanted to raise the price, Ningdu quickly brought her beer, ice cream, and crayfish.

"Consider these things a gift from me; they should be enough to cover some roast chicken, right?"

Musca took the ice cream and ate it in one bite, then her eyes widened at the delicious taste.

"It's so delicious. Okay, okay, deal."

After saying that, Museka took out her little fairy wand and started waving it.

Then a huge magical contract floated in front of Ning Du.

This chubby elf is quite generous when it comes to food. The magic contract is written flawlessly, without a single loophole—truly impressive!

This thing looks much better than the "unbreakable contract" that Ning Du owed Luo Fei last time.

Ning Du took the quill and signed his name on the magic contract.

Then he said, "Hurry up, I have a death match to fight later."

Upon hearing that there was a death match, the fat elf's expression darkened even further.

"Huh? You still have a death match to fight. If you die, wouldn't my contract be for nothing?"

Ning Du replied with a smile, "Yes. So you have to give me a good blessing, I can't die!"

The chubby elf felt like he'd been tricked, and with a long face, he bestowed a blessing upon Ning Du.

"May light shine upon you, grant you holy radiance, drive away evil and demons, and cleanse your soul!"

Although the fat elf spoke in human language, Ningdu could always hear background noise from other languages.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of holy light entered Ning Du's body. The warm light reminded Ning Du of the blessing from the Goddess of Light in the world of heroes.

hum!

The world forces of Ningdu are stirring once again.

Unconsciously, Ning Du noticed that his refrigerator seemed to have become much brighter.

Is this a success?

It doesn't seem to require much effort.

This chubby elf is probably just trying to fool him again.

The chubby elf suddenly moved closer to Ning Du and said, "Why do you still have the aura of the undead on you? The effect of Blessing on you isn't fully activated. The aura of the undead is hindering it a bit, but it's enough for you. Remember to activate Blessing when you transform and want to use the Holy Light effect. Don't activate it if you don't want to!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Du hurriedly used his World Power to investigate and indeed discovered a unique light spot within his body.

Is this what is meant by the blessing of holy light?

As for the aura of the dead, Ning Du guessed it was probably the source crystal of the dead.

Indeed, some things have both advantages and disadvantages.

"Thanks!"

Ning Du received the blessing and felt that his chances of defeating the Undead Knight Commander had increased.

Turning to leave, the fat elf suddenly said, "Shapeshifter. I see life and death intertwined within you, light and darkness coexisting. Your future is chaos! If you want to move forward, you must hold fast to your true self and never forget who you are!"

Ning Du slowly turned around, feeling bewildered.

who am I?

How could I possibly forget that?

I am the mighty rice cooker king!

"Okay, thank you."

When someone kindly reminded him, Ning Du simply replied casually and then quickly left.

The chubby elf muttered, "Are shapeshifters destined to lose themselves? Is this the fate of this race? Hmm, more like a challenge. The roast chicken is delicious; this shapeshifter can't die. Maybe next time I'll have to give him a Light Mark, so that when he gets lost, he can still get my guidance."

the other side.

The Undead Knight Commander also arrived at the stronghold.

A stronghold exclusively for the undead and the dead.

It is very quiet here, and all those who can reach this place are intelligent spirits of the dead.

The undead were indifferent to the newcomer; none of them greeted him or spoke to him, but simply kept their distance.

Such an act is considered the greatest respect among the dead.

Ten hours!

For other races, ten hours is enough time to accomplish a lot.

But for the dead, ten hours is but a fleeting moment.

Just sit for a moment, and ten hours will vanish before your eyes.

Time passes swiftly in the realm of the dead; it's something you can easily forget if you're not careful.

For the undead, time is merely a silent old friend, always rushing past them.

Ding-dong!

Ten hours had passed, and the only thing reminding the undead knight to set off was a skeleton ringing a bell at the entrance.

The undead knight commander got up and walked outside.

He doesn't need to think about how to fight this battle, because in his world there is only winning.

If we can't win, it doesn't matter; it's just facing a period of darkness.

Because as long as the Lord of the Dead is alive, he will be resurrected sooner or later.

Although he may not be the complete version of himself when he recovers, that doesn't matter, because he is not the complete self he is now either.

His undead lord has always kept a portion of his soulfire.

It doesn't matter if he dies in the warp.

I walked out, and just reached the door.

The bell-ringing skeleton behind them suddenly spoke.

"After you kill that shapeshifter, please bring his body back to me."

Although it was speaking human language, the Undead Knight Commander could still understand it.

He turned to look at the skeleton, but said nothing.

He conveyed his emotions only through the soul fire in his eyes.

He was very dissatisfied!

Because the spoils of war are to be given to his sovereign.

The next moment, however, golden flames suddenly ignited in the skeleton's eyes.

The flickering golden flames nearly caused the undead knight commander's entire body to fall apart.

Immediately afterwards, the undead knight's body seemed to be slightly ignited by golden flames.

Although it lasted only a moment, the sound of thunder came from the sky.

The skeleton was so frightened that it dared not move again. The thunder had been a warning from the gods.

If it dares to try anything funny again, the gods might not be so kind to this skeleton.

"Bring me the body; I have a use for it. Understand?"

The skeleton stopped releasing golden flames and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

At this moment, the undead knight commander in front of him, after being burned by the golden flames, quickly regained his senses.

Even the soul fire was burning fiercely, as if some shackles had been broken.

"Who are you?"

Speak slowly and deliberately, the undead knight commander was actually able to speak human language.

This was unimaginable before.

The skeleton replied, "I am the only one among the undead. I have removed the suppression of your soulfire. Your original portion of soulfire is no longer important. I have granted you new life; you must repay me with the corpse of that shapeshifter."

The Undead Knight Commander nodded heavily.

Some things don't need many words between the dead.

They don't even need any contracts to bind them.

A promise is a promise!

The undead knight commander asked one last question: "What is your name?"

The skeleton replied, "Call me, the God of Fate!"

The undead knight captain memorized the name and turned to leave.

From this day forward, he will only remember this name; as for the former monarch and the like, they seem to have instantly detached from his soul fire.

He didn't know if it was good or bad; he only knew that his soul fire was leaping, cheering, and celebrating.

An unprecedented and wondrous feeling permeated his entire body.

He was willing to give up everything for this feeling.

Therefore, he is even more determined to win the upcoming life-or-death battle.

Because he was, after all, just "newly born"!

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