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Chapter 970, page 965: Accidentally Entering a Fairyland (The Top Attendant Requests Monthly Tickets)

Marx and Engels have faded from memory.

He did not harbor any wishful thinking or take any unnecessary risks.

After all, even those guys on his side looked terrifyingly dangerous, let alone that black monster that looked like a humanoid stick insect.

He just didn't expect the magician to turn out like that.

When the "magician" appeared, he did not sense any familiar aura. Whether it was his posture or anything else, Maren only felt that he was a crazy monster.

That appearance was also completely different from that of all voters in reality.

Moreover, it is estimated that he will be quite different from the voters of the past. After all, the forms shown by those gods were not much different from those in reality. In the previous memories, the magician had already revealed his relationship with Karina, but Maen originally thought he would be more like the common voters.

However, this might not be a difference between the past and the present; it could simply be because Karina is different from other deities, at least that's how he sees it now.

The other gods all seemed normal, no different from the gods he was familiar with now, but Karina was problematic no matter how he looked at it. It wasn't just about her establishing the Dark Dynasty; she also showed a rather strange expression when she tried to capture him last time.

Only during that "secret meeting" did she seem somewhat normal, but now Maren doesn't know whether it was some kind of disguise or if Karina was in a completely different situation at that time.

Looking back now, the Moon Goddess's attitude at the time became somewhat complicated.

Not to mention, Karina is already acting strangely in the present reality. He used to think that this strangeness was something he could use, but now he had better be on guard.

This guy is probably much more dangerous than he imagined.

And then there's the magician, who eventually became a chosen one of the goddess of darkness, but what Ma'en cares about is what happened during that process and when he parted ways with him.

What exactly happened? It can't be that I abandoned the magician in the end, causing him to become completely corrupted and his mind to be controlled by Karina, right? Would my past self do something so stupid?
As he thought this, Ma En also felt a certain pulling force coming from below, which was similar to when he was pulled into the previous memory by gravity. After a brief feeling, he gave up resisting.

Snapped.

Completely different from last time, he didn't feel like he was roughly pulled into anything. Instead, it felt like he gently fell onto a soft bed, and when he opened his eyes, he did see a ceiling woven from rattan.

A ceiling woven from rattan?

Mar and Eng opened their eyes.

"You're awake." The voice that spoke was a slightly hoarse female voice.

He tried to sit up, bracing himself on the soft bed with both hands. As soon as the thought arose, the sheets beneath him cooperated perfectly, helping him sit up, and the pillow behind him pressed against his spine, becoming a backrest and providing support for his somewhat weak body.

"Be careful, you haven't fully recovered yet."

Following the sound, Ma En looked over and what first caught his attention was the structure of the house—the house was entirely made of intertwined vines and other plants, and the emerald green vines seemed to have a life of their own, looking from a distance like various different snakes coiled around each other.

The speaker was sitting on a bamboo chair by the door. She was a short old woman, and she was clearly not simply hunched over because of old age. She was not even much taller than the chair she was sitting on, and her figure was somewhat different from that of a normal human, like a large mushroom standing up.

What's even more striking are her slightly drooping, slender ears.

Noticing Marne's gaze, the old woman smiled:

"What, you've never seen a fairy before?"

Her words seemed to have a magical power, and Marne blurted out almost reflexively: "I thought all the fairies were dead."

The old woman raised her hand and tapped her left ear, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes:

"I didn't expect you to know so much. But those who disappeared were our ancestors, the real fairies. I am just a half-fairy who inherited their bloodline. But now your kind are also confusing our names."

"After all, you can no longer find real fairies."

Marx and Engels then asked:
"So the forger was also a half-elf?"

The old woman jumped off the chair and clapped her hands:
"I think so, but I can't rule out the possibility that she's some kind of freak. After all, only she knows the answer to this. If you're really curious, you can try asking her yourself."

"It's just that you probably won't have that chance."

At this moment, Ma En also realized that, just as the other party had said, his body was indeed extremely weak, which was why he was so easily influenced by the other party's words.

It was as if all the flesh and blood under his skin had been hollowed out.

Marx and Engels tentatively asked:
"Why am I here?"

The old man spat into his palm, then smeared it on the herbs on the nearby table:

"You know so much about fairies, I don't need to introduce this place to you."

Marx and Engels revealed a sincere expression:

"I'm not feeling well, please..."

The old man smiled strangely:
"Pretend to eat this first."

After saying that, she handed over the herbs that she had just spat on.

Marne took the herbs with deft movements and obediently ate them without showing any intention or action of resistance.

Seeing this, the old man's expression softened slightly:
"This is the Immortal Spirit Realm, the territory of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons. No matter who is chasing you now, you don't need to worry about anything for the next six months. No powerful enemy can catch up to you here. During this time, you can rest and recuperate here, and make any preparations you want."

"But six months from now, you'll have to leave here whether you like it or not."

This sounds like some kind of special safe zone, but new questions have arisen in Marx and Eng's minds:

"Why am I here?"

The old woman's ears twitched:
"You don't know? That means someone granted you a wish. Let me see..."

As she spoke, she reached into her bosom, rummaged around for a moment with her head down, and then suddenly her eyes lit up as if she had discovered something, and the corners of her mouth curled up with interest.

She licked her fingers and pulled out a piece of white paper.

"Oh, found it. It really is a secret wish. Interesting. The person who made the wish even left a message. This guy didn't hide his identity at all. You should know this guy, right..."

"magician."

Asking for a monthly ticket~