Offer blocks to the end times

"Uh..." Senju was speechless as she looked at the two who had fallen asleep embracing each other. Jibril, who was standing nearby, teleported over anxiously. "Master, what's wrong with you two?!"

"It's alright," Senju waved his hand and took out two bottles of mental energy recovery potions. "It's just that using too many tools has depleted their mental energy. Give these to them, they'll be fine in a bit."

“A strange potion,” Jibril looked at it for a moment, then cut open a bottle and poured it into her mouth. She then moved her mouth towards Bai, whimpering, “Master, Jibril will come to save you soon.”

"Stop," Senju interrupted from the side, "The medicine will take effect once it enters the mouth, so feeding it to others like this is useless."

Chapter 1197 The Deal of Heads

“Sigh, but that’s how it’s fed in Master’s book,” Jibril said unhappily, while Senju rolled her eyes. “How can you trust the information in the little yellow book? This is a high-grade potion made to replenish the mental energy of adventurers in dangerous places. It works very quickly, taking effect as soon as it enters the mouth. It would be ridiculous if it only took effect after digestion.”

"What a pity," Jibril muttered, then manipulated the potion into their mouths, took out a blanket to cover them, and kicked the dozing Bram, "Hurry up and read your book!"

"..." Bram looked aggrieved, shrank back slightly, and continued flipping through the book. Jibril watched the two of them for a while, then came over and asked Senju in a low voice, "Lord Senju, do you have any potions that can prolong life or even grant immortality?"

"Yes, yes," Senju chimed in quietly, then waved her hand, and a small screen lit up: "Hourai Elixir, True Ancestor's Blood, Time Freeze, Witch Factor, Compound Fruit Juice..."

"Huh?!" Jibril looked at Senju speechlessly, pointing at the juice. "This isn't in the wrong place, is it?! And what is this witch factor?!"

"No mistake," Senju shook her head slightly. "This is juice made from several rare fruits, which can extend one's lifespan by thousands of years (Senju usually drinks it). The witch factor is even more powerful; it not only grants an eternally indestructible body (tsk)."

It can even be repaired after being broken, and you can gain many abilities (though there's no guarantee it won't affect your mental state)!

Seeing Jibril's eager expression, Senju shook his head slightly. "I don't think you need to worry about this. After Blank defeats Tet and becomes the One God, he will naturally not need these things anymore."

“But,” Jibril said anxiously, then heard an empty voice talking in its sleep, “Jibril!”

Jibril was startled and immediately smashed the small light screen in front of her. Seeing that Sora was talking in his sleep, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thousand Hands rolled his eyes; was he trying to ruin the business?!

“Never mind,” Thousand Hands shook his head, looking at Jibril beside him, “Let’s calculate the bill now. It’s five million gold coins in total. By the way, it can be exchanged for five to ten pieces of divine marrow.”

“I see. Just five million gold coins?” Jibril smiled and nodded. With a wave of her hand, a pile of gold coins, gold ingots, and a jumble of gems appeared. “Although I don’t know how much this pile of stones is worth, it should be enough for five million. Don’t bother looking for anything more.”

"..." Thousand Hands looked at her speechlessly, waved his hand, and gold coins and some ornaments flew out, each with a corresponding concept. "These are money to me, a total of 50,000 gold coins. The rest of the gold cannot be used as a means of payment."

“Isn’t gold just gold coins?” Jibril tilted her head in confusion. “Don’t monkeys like these yellow stones? They should be able to spend them.”

"..." Senju frowned as he looked at her, unsure how to explain that gold was not a coin. In the end, she wasn't wrong; the two could indeed be equated. But what Senju needed was a symbolic meaning that transcended that equation.

"..." Jibril looked at Senju with confusion, and Senju was the first to give up. "Alright, what I need is something of value, like something you think is very precious."

"Oh, so this is it. A precious collection?" Jibril exclaimed in realization, waving her hand. Four large heads appeared beside her. "This is a rare item. The heads of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race. A collection with a rarity level of 4. I don't usually show it to just anyone."

"..." Senju stared at the four bizarre-looking monster heads, utterly speechless. What did he want with them?! Even if it were reincarnation, he wouldn't bother reincarnating into something like this!

"I don't want this!" And upon closer inspection of the four heads, Senju rolled her eyes even more. Did she think she didn't know about rarity ratings? The heads of the Forest Elf species are only rated 2 in rarity, and this whole set together barely makes it 2.

"This is useless to me! What I want are items with the power of rules or symbolic meaning, from which I can extract concepts. Only those things can be considered 'money' to me!"

“I see,” Jibril nodded, waved her hand, and a bunch of random items appeared beside her. Of course, these items were all wrapped in blue crystals and floated around her. “These are my collection. Please choose some, Lord Thousand Hands.”

"Uh," Senju looked at the items whose spacetime was fixed by magic. He casually looked through them. The most common items were heads of various kinds, mostly of forest elves, followed by heads of goblins, machine armor, fairies, and demons, but there were no heads of giants or dragon spirits.

Senju immediately realized that Jibril had something up her sleeve. She had taken out some worthless items to try and fool Senju, but to Senju, these heads were very valuable. Each one was equivalent to a potential researcher or warrior. After all, if Jibril could collect them, they must be very strong themselves.

“Not bad, not bad, these heads of yours are all very valuable,” Thousand Hands immediately changed his tune, and a wave of energy was transmitted out. In an instant, he selected forty-three heads of forest elves, seventeen heads of fairies, and sixty-six heads of goblins, as well as all the heads of machine armor species. Then he selected a pile of waste with special energy fluctuations. “These are enough.”

"Oh, Lady Senju has such good taste! This is a very precious collection of hers," Jibril said, looking heartbroken. Senju rolled her eyes, waved her hand, and a huge, slightly square, black dragon head appeared beside her. "This is the head of a dragon from another world. Here, take this as compensation!"

"The head of an otherworldly dragon!!!" Jibril pounced on the enormous black dragon head on the ground, her face beaming with excitement, drool dripping from her mouth. "This, this, is it really for me?! Hehehe~"

“Yes, of course,” Senju nodded, then put away the head he had chosen. Bram, standing next to him, was so frightened by the sight of so many heads that he almost fainted, fearing that his own head might be taken away by these two guys.

After basking in the excitement for a while, Jibril wiped her drool and stood up politely. "Lord Senju, do you have any other heads from other worlds?"

"Well," Senju thought for a moment, to be honest, he didn't usually collect these. Thinking this, he started pulling out skulls: "Hydra's head (obtained while hunting with Aqua), Great Demon's head (a quest item from Ainz Ooal Gown), Giant's head (dropped by a dungeon boss), Fire Dragon's head (dungeon version), Crystal Twin-Headed Dragon's head (dungeon boss)..."

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Chapter 1198 Provocation

"This, this, how beautiful it is!" Jibril exclaimed, drooling, her body swaying forward involuntarily, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Lord Senju, are all of these for me?!"

"Of course not," Senju waved his hand. Although these things weren't valuable, he couldn't be thinking of something so good! "This is a commodity that I can sell to you."

“I think these can be used as stakes in our game,” Azriel suddenly chimed in. “With these, the stakes will be equal, and the sisters will give it their all!”

"?" Senju looked at her speechlessly. So why did Senju have to offer up these heads to make the Skywing race go all out?! He even wanted the Skywing race to hold back because of Altshu's death. Senju couldn't understand Azriel's thoughts.

“If we don’t go all out, Lady Senju will definitely find it boring, and that would be a disservice to Lady Altshu’s guidance, meow,” Azriel said earnestly. Senju rolled her eyes; she wanted them to not go all out, but how could she say it out loud? “That’s right, that’s what I’m thinking.”

“In that case, it’s a good opportunity to give Blank a trial later, to see if they are suitable as the new masters of the Winged Race that day,” Azriel said thoughtfully. Senju frowned, thinking, “Why does everyone think they will lose?”

“Alright, you can challenge me now. I’ve decided on the game rules,” Senju thought for a moment, not finding any loopholes. Seeing that Blank was also sleeping, he spoke to Azriel. But Azriel smiled and said, “Lady Senju, are you mistaken? You challenged us first. According to Article 5 of the Covenant, we decide the game rules!”

"Huh? Don't you want to know the cause of Altshu's death?" Senju immediately realized he'd said something foolish; these two Skywings in front of him really didn't care! His expression turned ugly. The situation had reversed. These books were very important to Senju; he was determined to get them. They were just bones anyway; he could afford to gamble. "That's right. So, what's the game format? Direct combat?"

“This still needs to be discussed,” Azriel seemed to choke on her words, and Thousand Hands shrugged. “I think it’s best to decide now, Summoning Voice!”

Senju clapped his hands, and a wave of energy emanated from there. Azriel's expression changed drastically. "Why do you know Lord Artsh's divine voice?!"

"It's just a simulation," Senju said with a smile. Through the long river of time, Senju had witnessed several times the scenes of Altshu summoning the Winged Races, so replicating it was quite simple. After Senju finished speaking, a bunch of Winged Races appeared around them in a flash, looking around excitedly, "Lord Altshu, has it been you who returned?!"

However, they then noticed Bram, Blank, and Thousand Hands nearby, and their expressions immediately changed. "Azriel, what were you doing here?! You let mosquitoes and monkeys in!"

An immense pressure swept over them. If it weren't for the protection of the covenant, Blank and Bram would have died instantly. However, the two who were sleeping over there were also awakened, and the amulets on their bodies lit up, resisting wave after wave of pressure. Then, Jibril teleported in front of the two, looking at her companions warily.

"Quiet! Little Wings!" Thousand Hands exuded an aura of power that suppressed the pressure from all the Skywing race. "I now challenge you Skywing race to a duel, the stake being all the books of the Skywing race!"

"A divine species?!" The surrounding Skywing species also turned serious, their expressions turning grim. "Do you know what you're saying? Books these days are..."

“Alright,” Thousand Hands raised a hand, silencing the Winged Race’s nonsense, “My bet is the true cause of the God of War Artesius’s death, and these heads!”

"Oh, right, and I'm also considered a god among the Machine Races," Senju said, as a spatial rift opened behind him, three hundred Machine Races flew out and formed a huge magic circle behind him using the Golden Great Evolution Technique. "Now, aren't you going to have a fight?"

"Scrap metal! You killed the God of War!" The surrounding Skywing race were furious. There were only a dozen or so scrap metal machines, but now three hundred had suddenly appeared. What was going on?! Could it be that this guy was the one who assassinated Lord Artesius back then?!

“I didn’t do it,” Senju shook her head slightly as she looked at their angry expressions. “Altos knows he wasn’t defeated by the Machine Race, right? What he wants to know is who’s hiding behind the scenes, right? I know that.”

"Who is it?!" The surrounding Skywing races all revealed bloodthirsty smiles, staring intently at Senju. Senju smiled slightly, "Well then, let's have a game. Of course, my top recommendation is to fight directly."

"Jibril, how long have we been asleep?" Kong, who had been startled awake, frowned. He felt very energetic. Normally, he would have slept for at least a dozen hours, but his body told him that he had only rested for a while while holding his sister, and his arm was not even numb yet.

“It’s only been a few minutes,” Jibril said respectfully, ignoring the angry glare she was sending at the sky.

The Winged One told Blank what had just happened.

After listening to Jibril's words, Sora shook his head helplessly. "Really, I didn't expect the inventory to have this side effect. But Lord Senju still doesn't understand what the Skywing race is looking for. The cause of death and the meaning are different. One is the past, and the other is the future."

“Master is right,” Jibril said, gently flapping her wings. “Even if we know the cause of the God of War’s death, it doesn’t give the Skywing race a reason to live. What did Lord Thousand Hands get wrong?”

“Besides, it might be a regression,” Jibril said, looking at her murderous compatriots around her. “However, Master, now that the stage has been set, it’s time for us to perform.”

"It seems we've been underestimated. Well then, let's have a god-slaying hunt!" The Skywing race's eyes turned red with spurt from Senju's words, and their magic began to flare wildly, sending many books flying. Senju shook his head slightly, snapped his fingers, and the surrounding wind vanished, the books returning to their original positions. "Truly a bloodthirsty race. Too bad, you will never win this war!"

Chapter 1199 Enraging

"Look here!" Just as tensions were rising, a huge, blank phantom suddenly appeared beside them, shouting at the Thousand Winged Race, "Hey, you weapon ladies who have lost their meaning, why do you still exist now? After six thousand years of searching, have you found the answer yet?"

The Skywings glared angrily at Jibril and the blank entity. Jibril smiled and bowed, saying, "Senior Azriel, you should know that we Skywings have a fundamental misunderstanding."

"What makes us feel meaningful is turning the unknown into the known. The unknown must be overturned. There is no special meaning in this. If we have to say, it is an enemy that must be eliminated."

"I used to love the challenge of dealing with that enemy, but that changed on the day I lost to my masters."

"The knowledge we've accumulated over thousands of years has been overturned by our masters who are only a little over a decade old. Senior, you don't understand the meaning and value of this, do you?"

"..." Azriel looked at the excited Jibril with a puzzled expression. In fact, she knew! Although she didn't understand!

However, Jibril continued speaking to the other Skywings, "No matter how much knowledge you accumulate, it can't compare to the master who transforms the known into the unknown. At that moment, I felt a sense of urgency, a burning emotion that gave meaning to my existence and made me decide to follow the master with my own will, regardless of any covenants or anything like that."

“I know that Senior Azriel is more worried about the future of the Winged Race than anyone else, but,” Jibril looked at Azriel seriously, “the answer you have been seeking for so long is not where you imagine it. The answer given by Lord Senju is not the answer you want, so is that why Senior Azriel hesitated?”

Turning the known into the unknown? Senju, standing to the side, couldn't understand her thinking. Maybe Chtholly and the others understood? And why did it feel like the channel had changed?! And what the heck was 'not the answer'? Weren't they searching for the cause of Altshu's death?

"I see," Senju clapped her hands after thinking for a while. So, what they were looking for was the meaning of survival, which was similar to her own fairy soldiers. But this kind of thing was not easy to find. Did she have to make them fall in love?! Senju didn't have that many people, and Chtholly was just an exception!

“Is that so? This is your answer, Jibril. You really have changed,” Azriel said earnestly, “but I still don’t understand why a mere physical chain would cause such a big change in you.”

"To be honest, I don't care what happens to you. Fish, mosquitoes, monkeys, let them perish. Maybe that will make for more books to record things, which is more beneficial to me."

"Huh?!" The three people over there looked over at the same time. Senju was looking around and whistling. These three were too smart. They actually guessed that it was him who did it.

"Sigh," Kong sighed. He had come up with many clever plans and schemes, but now, "unused props, eternally existing puppets, they must be very happy, right? But what is the meaning of their existence?"

"..." The faces of the Skywing race around them all turned ugly. Kong continued to mock them, "Well, it doesn't matter if it's meaningless. Anyway, people like you will definitely say 'Please let us join' when we control the world, right? Because you only know how to change your tune depending on the wind."

“Jibril, let’s figure it out ourselves. We just got a lot of items,” Sora said, getting up to leave. The Winged Race members around him were all focused on Sora. “Damn it, how dare you say that? Did you think you could run away after arguing? It’s too late to beg for mercy now!”

"Argue? Beg for mercy? Ha! Only equals can argue," Kong tilted his head, "Are you all out of your minds?! How could I possibly argue with a bunch of dolls?! Birdhead!"

A group of Skywing races glared at the sky with discontent, while Azriel slowly raised her hand. "What you desire, kill and take, is as good as a gift from heaven, meow!!"

"Nice line, a famous quote from the Skywing race," Thousand Hands clapped from the side.

Kong's aggro is a bit too much! What about our game?! "If only I had killed Altshu, maybe I would be your master now!"

The Skywings immediately turned around and glared at the Thousand Hands, with Jibril shouting, "No, only the Master is the new Master of the Skywings!"

"Exactly, exactly," someone from the Skywing Clan actually spoke up, and then even unfurled a banner, "Blank Autograph Session & Handshake Event?! What kind of nonsense is this?!"

“Oh, I’ve forgotten. To get them to deal with the Eastern Union, I used the masters’ ‘Bible’ (observation diary) to preach to them. At the time, in order to spread the word as quickly as possible,” Jibril groaned, then said with a grin, “I included a whole host of fantastic bonuses, such as autographed tickets, handshake tickets, date tickets, and even sleep-with tickets.”

"Don't use those underhanded sales tactics! Even if more people buy back, the adoption rate won't increase!" Jibril complained, then suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. I was thinking that even though we've sold a considerable number, the number of people buying is unusually small. So next time I'll devise a more efficient promotional method—correction, I mean, a missionary method."

“Hey Jibril! You did that kind of thing, you should report it to me first…” Kong suddenly stopped speaking, then broke out in a cold sweat, while Bai next to him fainted.

“Ah, time’s up,” Thousand Hands shook his head slightly, glancing at the empty space. “Don’t worry, it’s not the medicine that was the problem. It’s just that the amulets I gave you couldn’t withstand the aura of the Skywing race and shattered. You just can’t adapt to the air pressure here.”

"Huff, huff," Sora seemed to be in great pain. She touched her chest and then took out a crystal chip covered in cracks. "Jibriel, Air!"

After saying that, he took out two talismans and placed them on himself and Bai. The pressure around them immediately lessened. "These are really convenient props. It seems we need to conduct various tests."

"Alright, let me fight these Skywings first, and then I'll show you my missionary methods," Thousand Hands said, turning to look at the Skywings around him, an aura of destruction, despair, and slaughter emanating from his body. "Little wings, are you afraid?"

"Of course not!" Hundreds of Skywing creatures looked over, their eyes gleaming with excitement, their wings trembling, and the surrounding magic began to fluctuate. "Come on, let's have a fight!"

Chapter 1200 Intimidation

"Honestly," Kong shook his head slightly after calming down, glancing at Jibril beside him, "It was a little too much of a shock. Look at these young ladies, their eyes are all red."

"Rage level rising," Bai said calmly, while rapidly tapping the screen of the combat calculator on his arm. "All character data has been entered. Calculations are in progress. Creating a power analysis graph, estimating flight information..."

"Boom!" A Skywing creature stepped forward, instantly sending most of the surrounding books flying. "I accept your challenge!"

Then a group of Skywings around them spoke up at the same time. Although Azriel was somewhat displeased, she finally nodded in agreement, "Then, Lord Thousand Hands, we accept your challenge, betting all the books here!"

"Seriously, don't destroy my books!" Senju shouted from the side, casually releasing a beam of light that sent the books flying back to their original positions. "Have you guys figured out how to play this game?"