Wrong, my props refresh every day

As soon as she finished speaking, the red-haired goddess turned into a red afterimage and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Outside the window, the last rays of dusk were swallowed by dark clouds. The magic lights in the room automatically lit up, casting flickering shadows on Lefiya's pale face.

-

The dazzling crystal chandeliers illuminate the entire conference hall with golden splendor. Outside the tall stained glass windows, the night view of Orario sparkles like a galaxy of stars.

However, the atmosphere in the hall was completely different from the relaxed atmosphere of the past. The gods gathered in twos and threes, talking in low voices, with doubts and uneasiness between their brows.

"What's going on? Didn't we just have a regular meeting two weeks ago?" The goddess of the Istar clan couldn't help but frown.

"Ganesha, what's going on?"

Apollo inquired.

"I am Ganesha!!!"

Ganesha, as always, looks like a humanoid.

"I heard that it was Loki who urgently summoned them."

Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, gently stroked the hem of her skirt, adorned with wheat ears, her expression solemn. "It seems... there's something unusual going on in the dungeon."

"abnormal?"

Mi He raised an eyebrow: "I haven't heard of any big movement recently?"

"No, there is."

A deep voice interrupted the conversation.

I saw the god of wine, Dionysus, walking slowly towards me. His face was paler than usual, even with a sickly blue tint. His steps were unsteady, as if he would fall down at any moment.

Behind Dionysus, a pure white figure stood still like a phantom.

She was a black-haired elf woman in a white evening gown. Her skin was as white as snow and her lips were as pale as cherry petals. Only her eyes were like the night soaked in ink, so deep that they were almost void.

Her presence was so thin that she looked like a wandering soul, yet her extreme paleness made her so eerie that she could not be ignored.

"Is that... the White Witch?"

A god whispered.

"No, my children all call her 'Banshee,'" another god replied in a low voice. "It's said that every team she participated in was annihilated, and she was the only one who survived. That's why no children dare to team up with her."

As everyone was discussing, Demeter stepped forward and asked with concern:

"Lord Dionysus? How do you look..."

"I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Dionysus forced a smile, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wine glass, but he didn't drink a drop.

Just as everyone was whispering, the door was suddenly pushed open—

"Hey! Are you all here?" Loki strode in, still with that cynical smile on his face, but with a rare sharp light in his eyes. The blond leader of the dwarf tribe next to him swept the whole audience with a calm gaze.

"Loki, what are you doing?" The goddess of war, Ishtar, asked unhappily with her arms folded across her chest.

"Of course it's about something big."

Loki's tone was drawn out, and then his smile slowly faded. His voice was low and cold. "Everyone, I'm sorry to have called you all here, but I have an important announcement to make in the meeting room. My children are in Goliath's room on the 17th floor..."

Loki's voice suddenly dropped.

“Met the Black Goliath.”

In an instant, the entire conference hall fell into silence.

"Black Goliath?!"

The goddess of war, Ishtar, stood up suddenly, her golden earrings shaking violently. "Aren't the Goliaths on ordinary floors gray? What does the black Goliath mean? Is he a mutant?"

"Is it an enhanced species?" Apollo asked in a deep voice, his golden eyes narrowed slightly.

"But I've never heard of a floor master having an enhanced species." The god at the side whispered in agreement.

"I am Ganesha!!" The Ganesha slammed the table and stood up, but was quickly pushed back to his seat by other gods.

Inside the conference hall, the gods had different expressions and the air was filled with tension.

At this moment, Finn Dimna, leader of the Dwarf Tribe, stepped forward. His lake-blue gaze swept across the expressions of every god present. His voice was calm and clear, instantly suppressing the commotion:

"Based on combat data, the Black Goliath's base stats are estimated to be Lv. 5, one level higher than a regular Goliath. However, it also has a special ability—it can summon a 17-story group of monsters to fight together. Therefore, its actual threat level should be determined to be Lv. 6."

"Lv.6?!" Goddess Ishtar's pupils shrank, and a look of shock appeared on her beautiful face.

Isn't this as difficult as clearing the 27th floor boss, [Two-Headed Dragon. Amphibina]?!

The gods exclaimed one after another, and the conference hall exploded in an instant.

Apollo's expression turned extremely grim. If it was a Level 4 Goliath, his followers could still manage it, but a Level 6...

That's basically sending the medium-sized clan to their deaths!

"Currently, there are no more than five in the entire Orario capable of subduing Level 6 Families..." God Modi narrowed his eyes, his voice low and tense, "Then the passage to Rivera Town wouldn't be..."

"It will be completely cut off," Finn replied calmly, but a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "What's more troublesome is that the Black Goliaths spawn before the normal Goliaths are resurrected. The current spawn time... is still unknown."

silence.

The gods looked at each other, and no one spoke.

at this time--

"That's why we're so anxious to gather you lazybones together!"

With a loud voice, Loki stepped onto the conference table, her fiery red hair rising like flames. She looked around at the gods, her usual playful smile playing on her lips, but her eyes were unusually sharp.

Apollo frowned and asked coldly, "Loki, what do you think?"

Finn took over the conversation, his tone calm, "For the time being, it is recommended that all Families refrain from traveling to the middle and lower levels. The Freya and Loki Families can jointly oversee the gathering of intelligence and monitoring of Black Goliath's refresh times."

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly and looked at the goddess of beauty who remained silent beside him.

"Lady Freya, what do you think?"

The silver-haired goddess held her chin lazily and just smiled softly when she heard it: "It doesn't matter."

"Huh?!" Ishtar slammed the table and stood up, looking at the beautiful silver-haired goddess, her gorgeous face twisted with dissatisfaction. "Why should you two decide? Don't my family have a say?!"

Loki grinned and pointed his thumb at himself provocatively: "Because... our children and Freya's children are better at fighting than yours~"

"you--!"

"Well, if Goddess Ishtar doesn't mind, of course we can let the members of our Familia participate," Finn said with a gentle smile. "But if we encounter a Black Goliath and get wiped out, don't blame us for not warning you."

Ishtar remained silent, a gloomy look flashing in his eyes.

Her clan's primary business is brothels, and they specialize in intelligence gathering and assassinations, demonstrating a ruthless style. In terms of combat power, the highest-ranking member is the Level 5 adventurer, Phryne Jamil, known as the "Man Killer." She also has a Level 4 personal bodyguard, while the rest of the elite members are mostly Level 3, Level 2 adventurers.

With this configuration, if properly prepared, it would indeed be enough to capture the 27th floor master—the two-headed dragon, Amphibina. After all, this dragon's potential was estimated at Lv. 5, and considering the water battle factor, the difficulty of subjugating it could reach Lv. 6.

However, the premise of all this is to have sufficient intelligence.

Black Goliath...

This unknown threat could very well cause the entire attack plan to completely collapse. If we act rashly, the clan would likely suffer heavy losses...

Unless... "that method" is used.

Ishtar's fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of her chair, lost in thought. If Phryne Jamil were temporarily upgraded to Level 6, the subjugation operation would naturally be much easier. However, this approach would be too risky and could easily expose her secret plan.

After weighing the pros and cons, she finally chose to remain silent.

Finn smiled slightly upon seeing this, and then announced the next steps. Afterwards, the Assembly of the Gods officially began.

During the meeting, Finn also specifically chatted with several gods involved in the wine and food industries. After all, Raul and Angel had reported that the bodies they found in the underground city and Rivera Town all had a distinct odor of alcohol.

Even if there is no conclusive evidence, it is always a good idea to make some preparations in advance.

This was what Finn was thinking in his mind, of course... during the conversation, he already had someone in mind that he needed to be wary of.

----

The Hostess Tavern of Abundance.

"Xingjian, this takeout order is going to be delivered to the Chamber of Commerce on Third Street in the North District. Don't dawdle!"

Mia's mother's rough voice exploded in the kitchen, and she waved a wooden spoon covered in sauce in her hand.

"Good~"

Xingjian responded lazily, slowly took out the purple superpower box from the space, and then came to the backyard.

On Blue Star, Xingjian once saw a question on Tieba.

If I had the ability to teleport, how long would it take me to achieve financial freedom by delivering food with this ability?

Now, come and try it!

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From Chapter 75 onwards, the Anywhere Door will be placed in Amid’s bathroom!

“Hello, the community is sending warmth.”

As the spatial fluctuations began to manifest, Xingjian's figure suddenly appeared in front of the Dean Kate family's door in the North Block. Under the moonlight, Xingjian lazily carried a takeout box, his other hand casually tucked into his pocket.

"coming."

A soft response came from inside the door, and then the door opened slightly. In the misty air, Amid, wrapped in a pure white bath towel, appeared at the door.

Her long silver hair was tied up, with water droplets dripping from the ends, sparkling with crystal luster in the moonlight. Her fair cheeks were faintly flushed because of the heat from the bath, just like an exquisite porcelain doll dyed with a layer of sunset glow.

He had obviously just finished showering.

So the question is, as the [Battlefield Saint] Amid, does bath water have healing properties?

If you have one, put the portal in the bathroom of Amid's house and take a spoonful as a recovery potion before going to the dungeon.

after all……

This is the saint of the battlefield!

Ahmed opened his amethyst eyes wide in surprise, with tiny water droplets hanging on his long eyelashes. He said in surprise:

"Xingjian...why is it you, sir? Usually it's Anya who comes here to deliver the food..."

Ahmed subconsciously tightened the towel, his slender fingers tugging at the edge of the towel, his knuckles slightly white, revealing his delicate collarbone and round shoulders under the towel, shining like pearls in the moonlight.

Xingjian's gaze lingered on Amid for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Because Anya stole my [Forget It Stick] and practiced singing in the backyard, she was caught by Mia's mother and got beaten up."

Mia's mother had warned Anya not to sing in the tavern before, but Anya was particularly restless. She took away the [Forget It, Forget It] secretly while Xingjian was taking a nap, and started to act recklessly.

When he was discovered by Mia's mother, he thought that he could calm Mia's mother's anger by taking out the [Forget It Stick], but because he had used it too many times on the same target, the [Forget It Stick] exploded and shattered.

Without the magical props, the cat girl directly endured Mia's mother's wrathful fist...

The scene was so tragic that Xingjian didn't dare to describe it in detail to Amid.

"I see, um, well...just put the takeaway here..." Ahmed stuttered, his eyes wandering, not daring to look Xingjian in the eye.

Ahmed quickly asked Xingjian to put down the takeaway.

Xing Jian took a step closer with a malicious look and sniffed: "Hmm... a snack specially made by Mia's mother? I didn't expect that the dignified Amid would secretly eat such a strong-tasting thing~"

“Ahhhhhhhh, stop talking!!”

Ahmed jumped up like a frightened little rabbit and tried to cover Xingjian's mouth in panic.

But even if Ahmed stood on tiptoe with her petite figure of 149cm, her fingers could only barely touch Xingjian's chin. This clumsy action made her look more like a sulky little girl.

Who would have thought that the [Battlefield Saint] who is famous in Orario and possesses the three major plug-ins of Dicuo is actually a real cute white-haired loli?

"Okay, okay, this is a secret between the two of us. If you want to eat, I can bring it to you every night."

Hoshimi gently stroked Amid's head and spoke in a soft voice.

Ahmid raised her little face, with a shy and angry light flashing in her moist purple eyes. Her puffed-up cheeks made her look like a hamster hoarding food, forming a strong contrast with her usual serious image of the "battlefield saint".

Her pink lips pursed slightly, as if she wanted to say something in rebuttal, but in the end she just muttered softly:

"That's good, but don't tell anyone..."

Under the moonlight, Xingjian looked at the cute girl in front of him who had lost the halo of a priest, and suddenly felt that tonight's food delivery mission didn't seem so boring after all.