Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"I know that everything in this world is just a game to you."

"Including having Frilian interact with us is also part of the game, but the game will eventually end, and I don't want it to end like this."

"so……"

Ronan picked up the conversation, chuckled, and finished Chris's sentence.

"So you think that as long as I'm with her, as long as she falls in love with this world, I won't harm this world?"

“Good idea. Indeed, I can understand why you beings born of faith are afraid of disappearing after the world changes.”

"But why can't you discuss it with me first?"

Do you think I'm a bad person? Or do you think I'm difficult to communicate with?

"If neither of these are the case, why make the decision on your own?"

Chris was speechless for a moment. Ultimately, it was because of his lack of security and the disparity in their social status.

This is like childhood friends who were close, but now one of them has become a big boss and the other works for him.

Even if they once had a deep friendship, they would still carefully consider their words before speaking, and would even prefer to remain silent for fear of saying the wrong thing.

Chris took a deep breath and tried to explain:

"I……"

However, he was interrupted by Ronan raising his index finger after he had only uttered one word.

"Alright, you don't need to say anything more. From today onwards, you can rest assured."

"I won't do anything to this world because I like the system here."

"Leaving aside the marriage alliance with Belzegu, breaking through level 100 will allow one to enter the Celestial Realm and become a 'god'..."

"Heh, Wiz, I've finally figured out how to use your potion."

As Ronan spoke, he turned his gaze to Wiz, and suddenly realized that there were many undead creatures like Wiz in the world.

So, train them to their maximum level, and then hunt them down after they drink the potion.

In this way, a complete industry chain for killing gods came into being.

How could he bear to destroy such a wonderful mechanism?

Upon hearing this, Chris's shoulders trembled violently.

Her astonished gaze first swept over Ronan, then finally settled on Wiz. For a moment, she even wondered if she had misheard.

A potion to become a god?

This guy…

She silently clenched her fist: "I knew all undead creatures were a menace..."

This is one of the reasons why the gods hate them; the higher their talent and the longer they live, the easier it is for them to find loopholes in the world.

Wiz opened her eyes wide, looking completely bewildered; she really didn't understand what Mr. Ronan was talking about.

However, Ronan didn't care whether she understood or not; he simply coughed lightly and changed the subject:

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore, Chris. Let's talk about the psychological trauma you caused to my subordinate."

"Leaving a shadow is a minor issue, but if it affects the progress of the research, that would be a major problem."

How do you plan to compensate us?

……

As the night deepened, and it was now past midnight, Chris left the hot spring hotel feeling utterly humiliated.

She felt humiliated because the compensation for psychological trauma is difficult to measure.

Pay her back? She's just a petty thief, where would she get the money?

Besides, Ronan and Wiz don't lack these things.

Left with no other choice, in order to escape, she had to repeat Wiz's experience and go through it herself, only in this way could the other party feel a little more at ease.

And things unfolded much as she had imagined.

Because she was inexperienced and shy, Wiz blushed and kicked her out before she had even finished undressing.

Walking down the street, her fair hands clenched into fists as she muttered to herself:

"Damn it, I feel like I've lost something very important. Why would the lich be favored by that person...?"

"I'm so reluctant."

Even though I was the one who got to know them first, the enemy beat me to it and got closer to me.

This feeling is no less than when you see a treasure you like, but hesitate for a moment and someone else buys it and then shows it off in front of you.

It really made her feel frustrated.

But there's no way around it; in any world, technicians are always in demand.

With this in mind, a thought flashed through my mind.

She suddenly stopped and walked away.

"Is it because of that potion? Probably."

"Otherwise, there's really no way to explain how two people who were complete strangers before could become subordinate to each other within a single day."

"It seems I need to find out more about this."

"Even if not for our own sake, for the sake of the Heavenly Realm, we must conduct a thorough investigation."

Eris thought of her colleagues, and if they were in her shoes, they would probably have done the same.

Even at the risk of being punished.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

……

Meanwhile, in a room on the second floor of the hotel, Ronan turned to face Wiz and gestured:

"Now that the problem has been solved and she has paid the price, I'll be leaving now."

"You should hurry back to Axel; this place is not suitable for research."

"Yes." Wiz lowered his head, his voice still tinged with sadness.

So where exactly did Mr. Barnier go?

She looked up, about to ask the question, but Ronan, seeing through her thoughts, answered beforehand:

"Don't worry about him. This guy's vitality is stronger than you think. As long as his original body in Hell doesn't die, he can resurrect indefinitely."

"He will come back when he wants to. The most important thing right now is the research on potions. Remember that."

It concerns whether the gods can be mass-produced; ten Barnier are not as important as it.

"Yes," Wiz replied again, his eyelashes lowered, his mood appearing exceptionally complicated.

After Ronan left, she realized that she hadn't explained the matter of Piao Sanlang.

He raised his foot to chase after it, but after thinking for a moment, he decided against it. It was only forty million; it wasn't important.

I'll find a suitable time to explain it to Ronan tomorrow. It's late, so I won't disturb his rest.

Taking a deep breath, Wiz closed the door, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

However, the image of being stripped naked kept flashing through my mind.

This kept her tossing and turning at night.

I just can't fall asleep.

……

The next morning.

"Teleport!"

With a chant, Yu Xuanhe's light flashed, and Huihui and her family of three appeared in the center of the square in Alcanretia.

No, to be precise, it wasn't Huihui who came, but their youngest daughter, Xiaomi.

I came to see her because I heard I might get to see her.

And, if you manage to get the money, you can also take the opportunity to sample the local cuisine.

Piao Sanlang looked around at his surroundings, then quickly led his wife and daughter toward the place he remembered.

Soon, they met Wiz.

After a brief disguise, Wiz quickly led them to Ronan.

"Oh? They're the technical experts you mentioned, the ones who can help you speed up the development of the potion? A family of three?"

Ronan rested his chin on his hand and looked at Xiaomi, wondering what kind of skills a little kid could have? And why did he look so familiar?

Xiaomi noticed the gaze directed at her by the older brother in front of her.

Completely disregarding the atmosphere around her, she immediately lifted her cloak, struck a cool pose like a Kamen Rider, and loudly proclaimed:

"My name is Xiaomi, and I am the daughter of the number one magical artifact family of the Crimson Demon Clan!"

She emphasized the word "first" with particular emphasis, which made Piao Sanlang blush.

He coughed lightly twice, then reached out and placed his hand on Xiao Mi's shoulder, pulling her protectively in front of him.

"That's right. We wouldn't dare call ourselves 'first,' but if we dare to claim second place, then no one would dare to claim first."

"That's why Miss Wiz feels comfortable cooperating with us."

Ronan nodded, realizing the significance. He rested his chin on his hands, finally understanding the source of that sense of familiarity.

It makes sense if they're sisters.

My sister just left.

My younger sister arrived right after.

It can be considered a kind of fate.