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

She put away her staff, glanced at the dragon corpse tens of thousands of feet long in front of her, and said to a small, delicate girl not far away:

"Luo Ling, stop playing around, your father is calling us back."

"Thinking about it, we've been traveling abroad for almost seventy years now. It's time to go back and let them know we're safe and sound."

Seventy years is an extremely short time for her, but a lifetime for a human being.

"real or fake?"

Luo Ling was standing on the dragon corpse, her hands casually in her pockets.

Although she was petite, she was wearing a trench coat.

Upon hearing this, she stomped twice on the dragon's corpse in dissatisfaction. Her bun swayed with the movement, revealing a hint of unruliness in her expression.

But when she looked up and faced Frilian, her attitude became more docile:

"Are we going back now? No way, I haven't had enough fun yet."

"Rimuru, do you know the White Dragon Sister? Could you ask her to plead with my father on my behalf?"

Her gaze, filled with anticipation, settled on a blue-haired figure not far away.

The blue-haired figure, wearing a scarf, scratched his head and gave a look that said, "What are you talking about?"

This person was none other than Limru Tempest.

As the protagonist of "The Slime," after so many years, he has naturally come to the fore.

Despite experiencing something different from the original timeline, he still managed to join the ranks of the strong thanks to the two powerful advantages of the King of Wisdom and the Storm Dragon.

I am here now because I have heard that an evil dragon is about to destroy the world.

His name is something like "World-Destroying Dragon." Since we're all demons, he felt we could talk.

Before they could even exchange a few words, they were wiped out by these two little devils.

My feelings are indescribably complicated.

Faced with Luo Ling's request, Rimuru decisively shook his head and refused:

"I'm sorry, that won't work. I don't have that much influence. You should go back with Miss Frillian."

"Your father must have something important to tell you. Good boy, you must not disobey your parents."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ling was speechless.

She didn't consider herself a well-behaved child at all; after all, she had traveled around with Frilian since she was little and had long been used to being undisciplined.

However, remembering her parents' stern expressions, she sighed, her shoulders slumped, and finally resigned herself to her fate:

"Alright, alright, I'm really scared of you, Rimuru. Remember to clean up this dragon corpse."

"If I have the chance, I'll come visit you again. The multiverse of this world is pretty good."

The location of Tianxing Palace is also a small universe.

That's why I came here on this trip with Frilian.

Rimuru nodded vigorously, and soon a group of angels appeared from all directions to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

After everything was settled, the two little darlings finally left.

—This potential crisis has thus been averted.

……

On the way back, Frillie began to carefully sort out the gains from her seventy years of travel.

Having experienced all sorts of worlds, she has mastered many skills, including weapon crafting, medicine making, winemaking, barrier creation, and divination.

Although some of her skills overlap with those of Ronan, it is undeniable that she could develop in the direction of these divine roles.

For example, the God of Medicine, the God of Wine...

Divination is also a good option.

"...Although fate magic can see the future, it is limited to a specific world."

"Neither can the goddess predict when her parents will appear, nor can Ronan."

"But if I become the god of divination, then I probably can."

"Ah."

Frillie clenched her fist and made a silent resolution.

As time went by, she cherished her relationship with Ronan more and more.

I'll take this opportunity to go back and try to become a god of divination.

To avoid being caught off guard when facing unexpected situations in the future.

……

At the same time, Ronan received a world of hundreds of billions of people from the goddess.

After refining it, an unprecedented sense of emptiness welled up in my heart.

The goddess noticed his unusual behavior and nodded in explanation:

"Congratulations, feeling hungry means your soul is gradually adapting to the weight of the new world."

"It's like a house with one room full of gold and one room full of iron."

"They may be the same size, but their value is completely different."

"Once you fill the house with gold... no, even if you only fill it halfway, you'll probably surpass my parents."

"By the way."

She held up one finger and emphasized, "My parents are six-winged angels."

Six wings? That's not such a big difference.

With a sigh of relief, Ronan began moving people to fill the emptiness in his soul.

After a short while, he had eaten about 30% of his fill and barely recovered.

She commanded all living beings to have many children, and to have many children quickly. Just then, Frilian returned to this world with Luo Ling.

Ronan sensed their presence, glanced at them, and then nodded to the goddess:

"Yes, thank you, I understand now, but I have to go back now. By the way..."

He paused slightly, recalling what the goddess had just said, and pressed for an answer.

"Are there many such worlds? If so, try to buy me a few more, I might need them in the future."

Upon hearing this, the goddess frowned and asked in confusion:

"You're still buying? You're not going to start slaughtering the gods again, are you?"

The goddess was truly moved when Ronan first presented a large amount of divine essence.

But this second time... she couldn't help but feel that Ronan was too murderous.

Ronan paid no attention to this, and with a simple wave of his sleeve, four thousand divine sparks appeared out of thin air.

They shimmered silver and were neatly arranged before the goddess.

The dazzling light made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

"..." At this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

After a long while, the goddess finally let out a breath, realizing that she had misunderstood Ronan again.

The fall of four thousand deities is clearly a major event.

Ronan has no powerful connections; he would definitely be wanted and hunted down by the gods across the world.

But now, everything is as calm as still water...

She rubbed her temples, feeling both embarrassed and helpless.

"Okay, I understand, sorry..."

"However, I don't recommend that you use so many divine essences all at once, because it might... no, it will definitely attract attention."

"This is comparable to the entire fortune a twelve-winged angel could offer; you might not understand."

"To put it simply, even fourteen-winged angels would send out assassins to kill me."

"so……"

She raised her eyes, then changed the subject, "How about I introduce you to my connections?"

The goddess felt it was too difficult. She never imagined that she would be troubled by having too much money.

Ronan nodded, indicating that he understood her concerns.

Do you want to introduce me to your network?

This is good; it will allow me to gain a deeper understanding of the goddess's world.

"The other person's name is..."

The goddess spoke slowly, explaining in detail, intending to remind Ronan not to have chosen the wrong person.

Chapters 270 and 271: An Accidental Encounter with the Mother-in-Law, and the Goddess's Real Name

three days later.

"Good quality."

"Unfortunately, worlds that can accommodate hundreds of billions of people are extremely rare, and those in the last three hundred years have been reserved by the archangels."

"How about we postpone it to four hundred years from now? As for the price, this amount..."

In the realm of the gods, Ronan met the person the goddess had mentioned.

She is a six-winged fallen angel with blood-red eyes.

As a global trafficker, although his prices are a bit high, his efficiency surpasses that of most gods.

Normally, it takes a thousand years and requires leaving a divine mark as a record, but here it only takes three to four hundred years.