Sir! Don't close the net!

Li Yili, who was being carried on Nakya's back, had her hands hanging down in front of Nakya and her chin resting on Nakya's head as she sighed.

“Normally… I would have thrown you in jail by now,” Abel said, his eyes twitching as he carried Li Yili’s suitcase.

Although Nakya is around thirty years old, she is still a petite girl, looking to be around fourteen. She is probably only about 1.5 meters tall, reaching only about Li Yili's chest. Her legs are also very slender, to the point that people behind her cannot see Nakya when Li Yili is supporting her.

Although, although! In terms of actual data, Nakya can fight a lot of Li Yili, but Nakya's appearance is still pitiful.

And Li Yili...

Without hesitation, they used Nakya as their mode of transportation.

That's utterly heartless.

“Oh—Mr. Promising Future, I want to remind you that Princess Nakya’s body is really incredibly strong. Don’t be fooled by how slender her legs are; she could break my legs like it’s nothing,” Li Yili said, raising a finger with a serious expression. “Besides, I really can’t walk anymore, so this is more reasonable considering the distance.”

"or……"

Li Yili paused, then raised her head slightly.

"Mr. Promising Future, will you carry me?"

Abel hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to nod in agreement, Li Yili raised her hand and waved it away with a look of disgust on her face.

"But I refuse! If I had a choice, I would never choose a man to carry me! Alright, Princess Nakya! Speed ​​up!"

As she spoke, Li Yili raised her hand and waved it forward. Faced with Li Yili's willful and unreasonable demands, Princess Nakya displayed the magnanimity of a princess and quickened her pace without any complaints, soon leaving Abel far behind.

Watching Li Yili walk away, Abel paused, turned his head to look at the Thorn City that was dancing wildly like a living hell, and slowly lowered his left hand hidden behind his back, lifting up a withered head. This was the head of the Thorn King, whose eyes were wide open, looking as if he had died with his eyes open in disbelief.

In fact, anyone would die with resentment if their own perfect daughter, whom they had raised with all their heart and soul, was kidnapped by Li Yili and is now being used as a means of transportation.

Of course, the premise is also

The Thorn King, who had the ability to die with his eyes wide open, was the only one left behind, striving to free everyone from their corruption and grant them freedom. As everyone else headed towards the dream world of freedom, the Thorn King died, witnessing this moment with his eyes wide open.

His right eye had withered and disappeared, but his left eye remained intact, cloudy but without any trace of being worn away by time.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Austin staggered to his feet on the steps, his hands trembling as he raised them to his forehead, a few strands of white hair falling from between his fingers.

Ips left. No matter what he said or how many cards he revealed, Ips did not change his mind. He just sighed and kept saying it wasn't enough, it wouldn't work, and in the end, he just left.

Without a second thought, Ips chose to side with Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits. The rules he had spent decades building in Instas were crushed in less than a month by Sheep Village Logistics, a single logistics company, and in less than three days, a new set of rules was established that caused all his partners to betray him and choose to side with Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits.

This is no longer a nightmare, but a natural disaster.

In the face of natural disasters, surrendering is not cowardice, nor is it shameful; resistance is what makes people foolish.

Just as Austin was contemplating surrendering to Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits, the middle-aged man hunched over and approached Austin from behind.

“Mr. Austin, the King of Corruption has arrived.”

Chapter Ninety-Eight: What if he's different?

Sending charcoal when the fire is raging!

Austin suddenly stood up.

"I haven't lost yet!"

The reason why Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirit were able to establish new rules so quickly, leaving him isolated and helpless, was because of the projectile device built on Dead Man's Coast that allowed them to throw wishing bottles. If this project is gone... or! He will take its place!

A burning light appeared in Austin's eyes. "Where is the King of Corruption's messenger?!"

“Uh… the King of Corruption didn’t send any messengers; it was our fishermen who saw it on the shore,” the middle-aged man rubbed his hands together. “The King of Corruption means for you to go see him.”

Austin's expression stiffened. "Just a filthy pirate... Fine—which area is he in? I'll go see him right now."

"Mr. Austin's carriage is ready."

The middle-aged man immediately stepped aside and raised his right hand.

Austin straightened his clothes and, led by the middle-aged man, boarded the carriage. While waiting, Austin rubbed his temples and began to recall information about the Corrupt King.

Erun the Corrupt King was once the third-in-command when Heidi Serra led her only pirate crew as the Pirate Emperor, navigating the oceans.

The darkness and silence of the ocean breed fear and other emotions, so the pirates are not very united and conflicts often occur. Many pirates covet Heidi Serra's position as the pirate emperor, but there has never been any news of a conflict between Erun, the former third-in-command, and Heidi Serra.

This time, even the legendary pirate who plotted to usurp Heidi Serra's position but failed, leading to the disintegration of his only pirate crew, directly rejected his deal. After he raised the price, this Erun readily agreed to his deal and would ruthlessly betray his former boss, Heidi Serra.

This is something to be happy about, but while happy, Austin also felt a little anxious.

For example, is Yirun really able to beat Heidi Serra? Or will Yirun team up with Heidi Serra to trick him?

As Austin pondered this, he began to lose confidence again, and couldn't help but think that he might as well just surrender to Sheep Village Logistics. With his foundation in Instas, he was sure he could secure a good position in the rebuilt Instas order.

Just as Austin was about to call for the carriage to stop, the middle-aged man's voice reached his ears through the carriage.

“Mr. Austin, we’ve arrived. The King of Corruption is already waiting for you.”

Along with the middle-aged man's voice came an eerie howling sound. Austin remembered this sound; it was the sound of the wind blowing through the Sea of ​​Dead in Instas. But this time it was clearly different, more rhythmic, as if some enormous creature was breathing.

Austin, his face ashen and trembling, pushed open the car door. The deserted coastline sent chills down his spine.

The King of Corruption is already waiting for him...

What about the King of Corruption?

Austin turned his head with difficulty to look at the middle-aged man, but the man sat motionless in the driver's seat as if he were dead.

Austin swallowed hard, his mouth trembling as he opened it. Before he could finish speaking, a gust of cold wind crashed down on his head. In the dark, curtain-like depths of the sea, a pair of enormous eyes emerged. Immediately, orange-yellow specks of light, like the Milky Way, lit up and intertwined beneath those enormous eyes, spreading endlessly into the deeper reaches of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Austin's eyes widened. The cold wind blowing in his face made him lose his sense of facial expression, but he was certain that he was smiling, a bright and confident smile.

Look at that posture, he's practically the incarnation of a god.

Whether it's Sheep Village Logistics, Fire Sprite, or that Pirate Emperor, they are all as insignificant as ants in the face of this power.

Won!

Austin opened his arms toward those enormous eyes.

As the sun rises and Instas throws the wishing bottle, its immense power sweeps away all wishes, destroying not only the tools they use to seek those wishes but also their very hearts, and he will continue...

As the ruler of Instas, I hereby inform everyone.

This time, he will turn the residents of Instas into human batteries that they can't even bring themselves to complain about!

"Levi's Est. Richard, you really are a lucky man. You were so fortunate to escape this calamity. When you come back, you will fully realize what kind of people you have been fighting against!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Beneath the lighthouse, Valkyrie and Valkyrie were sprawled on the sofa, their white legs surrounded by a pile of empty wine bottles.

"Ha—when was the last time I could drink so freely?" Valkyrie tossed the empty bottle in her hand. "Twenty years ago? Or thirty years ago?"

"Once I kick you out, you can start over," Valkyrie said with a forced smile, clutching the bottle in her hand. If she could, she really wanted to smash the bottle over Valkyrie's head.

"Speaking of which, you drink so recklessly all the time, can he really afford to support you?" Valqiu Yuan yawned.

Valkyrie's eyes twitched. She wouldn't normally drink so casually, and she couldn't get drunk. She only drank to savor the taste, especially since none of her other sisters could enjoy the freedom and ease with which she did. It was simply unique.

But things changed the moment Valkyrie moved in. All the wine in the cellar below belonged to her. She couldn't stop Valkyrie from drinking her wine, but she was determined to make it all hers, and the best way to do that was to drink it all to death! Until not a single drop was left!

Although drinking it this way is just as wasteful as pouring it directly down the drain, she tries her best to pour it down the drain herself rather than let Valkyrie drink it.

"Mind your own business! This is how I usually drink!"

“Look at your belly…” Valkyrie pointed to Valkyrie’s belly, which was even bulging out of her clothes, and laughed with amusement, “It’s just like you’re pregnant. If other people saw this, they would probably think that you got pregnant by this man, Levi’s Est. Richard.”

Valkyrie's eyes twitched, then she crossed her legs and placed her hands on the back of the sofa. "What, are you envious? Let me tell you, we don't usually use contraception. It's all about freedom! You might get pregnant in a couple of days, and then you can just wait to be kicked out."

"Are you... serious?" Valkyrie sat up straight, her expression serious.

Unexpectedly, Valkyrie was suddenly so serious. Valkyrie immediately chuckled and put her leg down. "Well, it's impossible to actually get pregnant anyway. Our bodies are different from normal women's, you know. Take the uterus, for example. Ours can't split and grow like other women's. It feels like a container for that thing, and it's very elastic."

"just in case……"

Valkyrie crossed her fingers.

"Li Yili is different too, isn't she?"

Chapter Ninety-Nine: I'll cheer you on!

Different?

Valkyrie was taken aback at first, then raised her finger to her stomach and blushed. Holding the wine bottle, she turned her body to the side and muttered softly, "Although I haven't seen anyone else's, Li Yili, well, is really different. Cough—it feels like a key and a lock. Although it was a bit rough at first, it became natural and very comfortable afterward."

Valkyrie, holding the wine bottle, stared blankly at Valkyrie. After a long while, she reacted, blushing as she stood up. After babbling loudly for a while, she slammed the wine bottle heavily on the table. "What are you talking about?! I'm talking about a very serious matter right now!"

"I'm answering you very seriously while suppressing my shame!" Valkyrie shouted back, clutching her head in frustration. "Didn't you say Li Yili's body is different? I'm telling you how it's different!"

"You're showing off—I really want to slap you across the face!" Valkyrie roared, then sat back down, arms crossed, and stood on tiptoe in a fit of rage. "Although, well, it is indeed a special thing, it's not important at all! Isn't there anything else special about it?!"

"Uh..." Valkyrie hesitated for a moment before carefully raising the bottle of liquor in her arms. "Hmm—"

"I think you... are quite suited to be a mistress, why don't you give up being a Valkyrie?"

Is there any possibility...?

“Alright, stop talking,” Valkyrie let out a long breath, rubbing her forehead gently with her hands. “I think there’s a possibility that the Galar Horn has finally succeeded.”

“Eh… that’s impossible, right? They’ve been experimenting for over two hundred years. Didn’t they say they stopped doing these meaningless experiments a long time ago?” Valhae Rei rolled her eyes, pinched her nose, and changed her tone. “Don’t continue this project. Besides adding a bunch of mouths to feed, the Galar Horn won’t achieve any real breakthroughs. Speaking of which, is that guy still alive?”

"He died about twenty years ago."

"Holy crap—they wouldn't start dancing on someone's grave before the seventh day after their death, would they?" Valkyrie sat up straight, her face full of surprise. "Why didn't they invite me!"

"Probably because...you actually go clubbing," Valkyrie retorted, then tapped her finger on the table.

What do you think?

“I still think it’s impossible. The experts’ comments when they were alive were not to waste funds. If the research and results are not achieved after the experts are dead, then I suggest hanging all the experts in the world,” Valkyrie stuck out her tongue. “Please, Li Yili is just an ordinary person. If they succeed in their experiment and create an ordinary person, then they will probably dig up the experts’ graves.”

“Right now, he’s just an ordinary person…” Valkyr Iris rested her chin on her hand, her eyes slightly narrowed. “What if he becomes a chosen one of the gods? To be honest, I think he has a lot of potential.”

“Become a chosen one of the gods? Impossible, impossible. I accompanied him to see a psychiatrist once, and guess what that doctor said?” Valkyrie waved her hand, “The moment I saw you, I knew you were a mental patient.”

“This is the first time I’ve heard of this,” Valkyrie said, somewhat taken aback. “Judging from your tone, could it be that it wasn’t cured?”

"Of course, because psychiatrists can't cure ordinary people who don't have mental illness."

"what?"

"So, Levi Strauss Richard's mental illness is so severe that he is actually living in another world. Maybe he will occasionally say some strange things or do some strange things in front of us, but in his own world, he is undoubtedly a normal person."

"So?" Valkyrie raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively.