Players’ NPC daddy

But this thing has hundreds of arms, and the scene of hundreds of arms throwing rocks, glaciers, and thunder at the same time is almost like a devastating meteor shower.

Even the [Fairy Nation] was frightened and wiped out the first time they met. The second time, the strangers found a way to destroy the [Dead Fetus]'s arm.

After losing twice to the Fairy Kingdom, they entered a long period of attrition. The third form, the Stillborn, is a human-sized monster that is located on the other side of the River of Death.

Although they later obtained Blaze's copper coins, they treated the River of Death as their own living room and walked in and out freely.

Strictly speaking, this time the expedition against Typhon is almost certain to succeed, and training heavy gunners who can provide firepower coverage is just an extra layer of insurance.

……

Gaia's pelvis, a man appeared here.

He was a burly man with a strong build, but his steps were extremely enchanting, and his destination was the depths of Gaia's pelvis, the end of the Hundred Births Ganges.

"Oh! I remember how you set it up? Hmm~"

The man held his chin and smiled meaningfully.

"Let's talk about parenting."

Chapter 441 Players are players, NPCs are NPCs

There are still two days left before the [stillborn fetus] crosses the River of Death and reaches Gaia's pelvis to give birth to a new body.

Blaze's level remained at LV97, with 200 skill points. Without using stat-boosting skills, his stats averaged over 4000. The strangers from [Fairyland] were stunned by these stats, their eyes widening as they wondered which class on Blaze had granted him stats 1.5 times higher than their main accounts.

In this world, the one who is more noble than the krypton gold warrior is undoubtedly the game maker’s own son.

After learning about Blaze's attributes, Kate Cat kindly asked Blaze to leave the leveling site, hoping that Blaze would stop sharing experience points. Blaze had no objection, but the Fallen Elf had a strong objection.

"Don't you think this is a very excessive thing? I found the Lost Land specifically for you, but within a few days, dozens of people were entering and exiting it right in front of me!" The fallen elf stared at the strangers who were erecting a fence and building a camp around the abandoned post station, muttering to himself.

"That's true..." Blaze also felt a little apologetic. After all, this was the place the fallen elves had found. Even though he knew that the fallen elves would resist, he still welcomed the strangers.

"I've lived with them for so long, and I never thought they had such a hobby."

"I...wait?" Blaze suddenly noticed a blind spot.

"Have you been living in the guild in the Fairy Kingdom since you took leave from the High Prince's army?"

"Yeah, where else would I live?" The fallen elf said matter-of-factly, adding, "They welcomed me very much. Although I refused, they still provided me with a place to stay, five meals a day, and..."

The fallen elf spoke a great deal, describing herself as having been treated very well. It was not surprising that strangers would warmly entertain those who entered their territory, and the inhabitants would also be happy to share secrets with strangers.

Those secrets could be as small as a bit of neighborhood gossip or a hidden treasure. It was an unwritten rule; after all, asking a stranger for free to deliver a letter or climb a tree was fine, but offering free food and drinks at their house was...

Apparently, the fallen elves didn't have such an unwritten rule, so she lived there as a matter of course.

"In fact, the lost land under this abandoned inn was found by her specially for you." Blaze pointed at the fallen elf and said to Kate Cat and other strangers very seriously.

As expected, the stranger immediately showed an expression of "as expected".

"I knew having her in the guild would be beneficial! And you thought she was a freeloader."

"I'm sorry, I saw this guy was idle all day long, and he even sent us to rob things. I didn't expect that he actually found a hidden leveling spot for us in secret." A stranger patted his huge chest muscles in great annoyance. He was ashamed of his pettiness and lack of foresight.

Kate Cat was silent for a moment, then understood everything. Based on her understanding of the reality of this world, it was likely that the elf had no awareness of being dependent on others, and Blaze, feeling guilty about this, had offered them this hidden training ground.

In terms of results, it doesn't stray from the most attractive part of this world: small acts of kindness can form a series of chains that eventually turn into incredibly huge rewards.

"It's truly a masterpiece." Kate Cat pinched her chin and sighed towards the sky as if she was expounding her life creed.

……

"You guy, you actually did such a thing. You actually took the initiative to give such a precious thing to dozens of people!" The fallen elf was heartbroken and accused Blaze of wasteful behavior.

"It's not a waste to keep nagging me about how only Herbie can be alone, and I'm doing this for your own good."

The fallen elves had been complaining since they left the abandoned inn, and Blaze could understand that, but he also had his own difficulties. He was indeed trying to [save] the fallen elves because he had heard similar stories.

Basically, it means that a person feels that strangers are too easy to cheat. Not only does he live in the strangers' guild and eat and drink for free, but he also often speaks wildly and foul language to strangers, and even frames strangers and picks up the items dropped by strangers after their death and sells them back at a high price.

The man ended up being wanted by strangers. He had only persecuted one or two strangers, but overnight he was wanted by all of them. Someone once said that if he was guilty, he would want the law to punish him, not be wanted by strangers.

Being wanted by a stranger wasn't just a matter of putting up a wanted poster; it meant becoming a thorn in their side, a bounty-ridden monster. Even if they shouted that they knew the location of a hidden treasure, strangers wouldn't believe them, and no stranger would help them out of pity.

The fallen elves are definitely not that bad, but if they stay there for too long, strangers will inevitably think of the person who brought the bad influence, and thus begin to be wary and reject them.

Now he has given the [Fairy Kingdom] a hidden leveling point, a great gift, on behalf of the Fallen Elves. The [Fairy Kingdom] will naturally always treat the Fallen Elves well. As long as this hidden leveling point is still useful, the strangers will remember the good things about the Fallen Elves.

Blaze felt tired because he couldn't tell the fallen elf the specific details and could only express the meaning vaguely. Once vague, the elf's brain would produce some very dirty associations.

"You actually, actually like this kind of [sharing], and you only take a taste of it yourself, leaving others to enjoy it forever?!" The fallen elf hugged his body, his face full of fear.

Obviously, in the eyes of the fallen elf, Blaze had become a remarkable person. However, Blaze's identity as a "great benefactor" was already deeply rooted, so the fallen elf patted Blaze's shoulder with a trembling hand.

"Even if you like it, you must restrain yourself. Your preferences are beyond the understanding of the world."

Blaze began to regret worrying about it. It would be better to let the fallen elves slowly feel the malice from strangers. That way, at least he would not be slandered by the fallen elves.

"I'm going to meet some friends next. Do you have anything else to do?" Blaze turned over and rode on the chicken, looking at the fallen elf and asked in a very official and polite manner.

"Hmm..." The fallen elf made the motion of plucking the bowstring again, sliding his thumb up and down along the bowstring, squinting his eyes and looking up and down at Blaze, muttering to himself.

"The attributes are sufficient, but there are no more level slots... still two more..."

"Nothing much for now. Let's meet again after we defeat the King of Evil."

The ancient races, as always, like to keep things in suspense.

Chapter 442: The Polluted Initial Gods

[Typhon] is an ancient being from the Age of Gods. Although his fighting methods have been figured out by the people of [Fairy Kingdom], Blaze still wants to search for as much relevant information as possible just in case.

Chicken didn't know the stories of the other gods, so Blaze went to the one who was most likely to know.

"Are you serious, kid?" The old lion's eyes were as loud as bells. "You just finished fighting the second-generation One-Eye, and you're going to fight another equally dangerous monster? You really think you're immortal... You seem to be immortal, but you can't be so reckless."

"You do know about Typhon."

Ever since he heard that Nemean lions were among the first wave of beasts, Blaze had suspected that the old lion might know something. Now it seemed that his idea was correct.

"I know, but I might as well not know."

The old lion showed a headache expression, and subconsciously looked up at the sky. As soon as the old lion did this, Blaze knew it was trying to play a meaningful expression again, and immediately stepped forward and twisted the old lion's head.

"Just say that. Don't use your expression to add to the atmosphere of the story."

"I'm doing this to make you feel involved..." The old lion tried to shake his head, but when he found that he couldn't move at all, he could only honestly tell the story he knew.

That was the great world of Olympus, bordering the World Tree. Perhaps because the two worlds bordered each other, the God-Kings who ruled over them shared many similarities: they were both sons of giants, and both viewed the giants as a calamity, banishing and expelling them.

The difference is that Odin was the original ruler of the World Tree, while Olympus experienced three changes of power, and the giants always played the role of the most powerful person.

The giants of the World Tree descended from the First Titans. While these giants possessed civilization, they were a thoroughly barbaric race, and it's no exaggeration to call them monsters. The First Titans died completely, and were transformed into the World Tree by the gods, represented by Odin.

The giants of Olympus come from Gaia, the mother of the earth. They are descendants of the original goddess and can be said to be the original gods of Olympus.

Gaia is the mother of all things in Olympus, the progenitor of the gods. However, her direct descendants, the Titans, the original gods, ultimately found themselves imprisoned at the bottom of the world. Gaia, the Earth Mother, has always existed, witnessing the gradual encroachment and debasement of the power and honor once held by the Titans.

The gods who were once revered by all creatures were given the infamous name of "beasts" and could never see the light of day again.

Life fears the beasts and calls the place where they are imprisoned Hell. That hell has no name, and no one dares to remember it, because any word or text could become a rope for the beast to escape from this nameless hell.

Thus began the long revenge of Mother Earth, and what she did was to give birth to the last original god, Typhon, with the unknown hell itself.

It would be the world's most majestic giant, its left hand reaching to the far west, its right hand to the far east, its head reaching the clouds. Don't expect Typhon to use gentle means to regain the giant's honor as the original god. It is a monster born from hell, and from the moment it was born, it was crowned the king of evil.

"【Beast】, 【Hunter】..." Blaze looked at the ordinary profession in the blessing. This profession that can find the weaknesses of all wild beasts exudes a mysterious light in the background of this story.

"I have never seen Typhon, but I have seen the original god of Olympus, the true face of the giants, and you have seen it too." The old lion's face twitched uncontrollably, as if the scars on his body were aching slightly because of that name that was as gloomy and rainy as the rain.

"[Hyperion]"

"The Titan Evil God defeated by the Pink Rabbit!?" There was no way Blaze would forget this name.

The old lion's expression turned strange, because the terrifying existence that directly caused its fall was, in Blaze's impression, already someone's defeated opponent. In this case, its status was...

The defeated subordinate's defeated subordinate? The defeated subordinate kicked him away casually, then was ambushed to death by his subordinates, and his skin was peeled off and his harem was robbed! ?

"...Actually, the reason I lost to this guy back then was because I was intimidated by his name. When I was thinking that this guy was really the legendary original god of Olympus, I was ambushed." The old lion calmly added the non-existent setting.

"Give me another chance, and I will surely die at the feet of the Titan, a heroic sacrifice for justice in the world."

Blaze didn't know whether to call the old lion a face-sitter or simply honest. Anyway, let's skip the King's downfall and get back to the point.

"Is Typhon as powerful as the Titan God?"

"No matter how terrifying the title of Lord of Evil may be, it is ultimately a stillborn child, a god yet to be born. Ironically, it became a stillborn child because of the upheaval, and it is also because of the upheaval that it is able to retain a glimmer of hope and gradually recover."

This is a strange cause and effect. The upheaval cut off the body of the goddess Gaia, cutting off the possibility of Typhon's birth. However, the subsequent reorganization of the heavens and the earth allowed the goddess Gaia's body to connect to the territories of other gods, including the World Tree.

The earth of the World Tree is made up of the body of the Founding Titan. It is also the earth made of flesh and blood that gave birth to the gods that gave Typhon the possibility of revival.

The final trigger was undoubtedly the death of Hyperion.

The nameless hell at the bottom of that world has also changed its location due to the upheaval and now borders other worlds.

This noble original deity had long forgotten everything in the endless years, including his own greatness, his own name, and even his own power.

The upheaval brought it to the vertical hell. Like a newborn baby, it regarded the glimmer of light blooming on the edge of the vertical hell as the hope of survival, and climbed upwards. Finally, it was reborn and became a god again.

"If Typhon were allowed to leave Gaia's pelvis, it would undoubtedly be born and truly come into this world as the King of Evil." The old lion sighed softly, looking at Blaze with an extremely complicated expression.

"Just like you claimed the title of god by killing the second-generation Cyclops with one last breath, Typhon only needs to leave Gaia's pelvis."

"Whatever state it left in."

Chapter 443 Becoming a Mother’s Nightmare

Blaze purposely transformed into a silver werewolf just to scratch his head. He just wanted to confirm whether there was an El Dorado behind the River of Death, and if so, to put an end to the Black Beast Knight incident.

But he hadn't expected such a troublesome chain reaction to emerge. He now felt more and more that the Black Beast Knights themselves were a vast conspiracy, and the deeper he delved, the more danger he would encounter. He felt like this was a series of traps, but he couldn't say anything.

The chicken didn't feel any pressure, it just opened its mouth in amazement, and at the same time, an inexplicable fighting spirit arose.

"The world is so vast, and there are all kinds of strange things. But we're not bad here either. Compared to those original gods that were dealt with, the Ouroboros is still there, ready to spin the whole world at any time! The Ouroboros is even more terrifying! And there's the wolf! That one is even more powerful..."

All kinds of exaggerated descriptions of being able to destroy the world at will and swallow up the sky and the sun popped out of the chicken's mouth, and the old lion just curled his lips.

"Laugh, a freak of fate who relies on fate to be so strong."

"Are the attribute monsters on your side very good?"

Blaze had seen similar arguments among the Outlanders, who argued endlessly over whether weapons with interesting mechanics and that were powerful were better than weapons that were simply powerful, and this debate often extended to monsters as well.

Although strangers were often defeated by monsters, that didn't stop them from liking certain monsters or their backstories. Even the most mediocre monsters would be liked by strangers. Of course, newbie killers had to sit at a separate table, and Black Beast Knights weren't even allowed in.

"So the advice you can give me is, don't give Typhon a chance to escape from Gaia's pelvis, otherwise it will be disastrous." Blaze rubbed his brows hard, interrupting the childish bickering between the chicken and the old lion.

It must be said that his nerves have become much stronger. After all, he has defeated gods and is no longer easily startled. When encountering such a situation, the first thing to do is to learn the mentality of a stranger.

Even if it's a god, he can win as long as he sees the health bar.

"Yes, you can lose, but you can't let Typhon leave Gaia's pelvis..." The old lion hesitated and added softly, "You can't tell this to the strangers. I heard that strangers are not good here. They will let the monster become extremely dangerous and then defeat it."

The old lion pointed to his head. Faced with this slander against foreigners, Blaze would definitely answer... silently.

The strangers could indeed do it, and had done it quite a bit. To get more and better materials, they deliberately lured monsters into the Hundred Fetuses River, allowing them to be corrupted before being defeated.

"I didn't intend to tell the strangers from the Fairy Kingdom, but not because I thought they would allow the King of Evil to be born for their own benefit. Rather, I believed the strangers from the Fairy Kingdom. What they wanted to defeat was definitely not Typhon, the King of Evil, but the stillborn Typhon who caused their companions to die forever and awaited them in the River of Death."

"Do you know what you can gain by defeating Typhon, the Lord of Evil, the original deity? You may not know, but those of us who are foreigners will surely see from the pink-haired bunny that its great power is enough to make anyone greedy."

The old lion changed his posture and lay on the ground. Betrayed by the only deputy he trusted, he could not believe that there was nothing in this world that could not be moved by interests.

"You value these strangers so much, why?"

Blaze didn't answer, but simply packed his clothes.

It was a feeling that could not be described in words. He was always willing to believe that the flag that came with the dawn and ended the long night of Arcadia symbolized the purity and beauty of the strangers.

"Anyway, you old guy can only make sarcastic remarks. When I ask you for help, you just say, 'You are the king who has paved your own path, you have to walk on your own.'" Blaze complained, and at the same time looked at the old lion seriously. Finally, he shook his head and muttered softly.

"There really isn't much to take. I'm so sorry I chose to come to you first. I should have gone straight to the teacher."

"Boy." The old lion suddenly lowered his voice, his face seemed to be overcast with gloom. "Although I no longer have the invulnerable lion skin, it doesn't mean that I..."

Blaze held his breath, intending to see if the old lion could come up with something shocking. As a result, the old lion suddenly raised his head and showed a bright and sunny smile.

"It doesn't mean I'm not thick-skinned! Your provocation is useless."