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Chapter 318 Finally, even you, so naive and foolish, understood.
Esdeath thought for a moment: "Lolicon?"

Yukari Yakumo nodded in certainty: "Pervert!"

Esdeath announced expressionlessly, "Death penalty!"

Yukari Yakumo's face was full of disdain: "The worst!"

"Hey, you two, wait a minute! This isn't my idea! Angelia forced me to sign the contract!"

Jagi was being teased by the two men from both sides, and to avoid being labeled a "disgraceful guy," he quickly defended himself.

Despite their bickering, Esdeath and Yukari Yakumo seem to have a pretty harmonious relationship... right?

Even if they started fighting on the spot, Jagi would only think that they were exchanging feelings.

"In other words... this power doesn't belong to you!"

Yukari Yakumo gently shook the folding fan in her hand, pouted to the side, and looked disdainful of associating with him.

She also diligently trained her demonic power and cultivation level every day. Even though decades or hundreds of years had passed, her progress was still as slow as a tortoise's pace, while Jia Ji broke through simply by taking a nap.

Watching helplessly as the other party went from being so fragile that a single touch would shatter it, to now only being able to inflict the mildest pain even with all one's efforts, the young and sage-like monster couldn't help but feel a little unbalanced, no matter how good his mentality was.

Do you really think the Berserker is some Pikachu you find on the street?

In her world, even the most gifted yokai would need hundreds of years to reach that level, and in Esdeath's world, she is the only one known to have broken through to this level; there is not a single one in other weaker worlds.

Yukari Yakumo had good reason to suspect that Jagi possessed a certain special luck. Although he had many unlucky moments, he always managed to keep up with the latest version at crucial times.

However… what upset her the most was that if she continued like this, she might not even be qualified to play support for him anymore, and could only stand on the sidelines as a spectator cheering him on. Who said this guy was mediocre?!

It's decided! After I get back this time, I'll definitely spend less time in the group chat and more time cultivating. I'll use the power of time flow to cheat my way up, so at least I won't fall too far behind him!
"What belongs to me and what doesn't..."

Jacques's expression turned somber. "I'll never forget that day. I lost something incredibly important..."

……

After the game of tag was introduced, time seemed to lose its meaning in a space unknown to anyone.

"Hehe, you're not bad... I knew it..."

The blonde girl, who called herself "Old Lady," had a lollipop in her mouth at some point. With her hands behind her head, she looked at the panting Jagi and said with a hint of satisfaction.

She stretched lazily, her bones cracking, and the entire blank world seemed to tremble and collapse under her simple movement.

"What...did you say?!"

Jia, who was being chased and was panting, originally wanted to yell at her, but this small, arrogant little girl was just too strong.

He had considered resisting, but that small body contained unimaginable power. The happier she laughed, the more terrifying her punches became. And when she occasionally grabbed him, it was like grabbing a pillow; her slender fingers acted as shackles, rendering him completely immobile. Just look to the side, and you'll see that this white world, devoid of anything else except them, is filled with craters like those formed by meteorite impacts, and massive lunar craters—all created by Jagi being struck by her seemingly effortless throwing techniques.

Jagi's physical abilities haven't diminished at all, but he can still only passively use various parrying techniques to barely hold on against this hateful loli demon god.

Moreover, whenever Angelia was looking at him, Jagi would inexplicably feel that his aura was weakened by three points in front of this young girl.

For example, if he wanted to unleash a powerful Overlord Roaring Fist, it would automatically shrink into an Ah-Wang Little Dog Fist in front of her.

Why do I have this inexplicable feeling that I'm being countered by the other person?

"So, what exactly is this place?"

One-sided conversations like this happen occasionally, but most of the time, the other party will only reply with "So annoying!" or "I don't know," but today is an exception.

After praising him and stretching, the blonde girl seemed to be overcome with sleepiness. Her big eyes blinked and filled with drowsiness. She nodded and lay down on the uneven ground in a starfish shape, falling asleep with a hint of satisfaction on her delicate face.

"Kid, this is the Holy Spirit Realm~"

He was constantly being held in the hands of that blonde little girl, who smashed him around, creating countless craters. Like a doll-like pillow, it spoke under her head, much to Jagi's horrified gaze.

Knowing he was still completely bewildered, he had a thick white beard, pale purple fur, and two bright red, semi-circular eyes staring at Jagi. Then, in an aged voice that didn't suit his appearance, he continued:
"Including myself—the great Holy Spirit Realm magician Merlin, the bodies of most mythical beasts such as dragons, fairies, and elves are not made of matter but of spirit. The Holy Spirit Realm is the world inhabited by us Holy Spirits... As far as I know, you humans all live in the material world, and ordinary people cannot enter this world."

Although he really wanted to complain about why even a pillow had to be named "Mei Liangxin," Jagi managed to hold back.

Why did I come here?

His doubts remained unanswered. Weren't there elves and fairies? How come he didn't see anything? And what was this devilish little imp in front of him? Could spirits also possess such formidable power?
"Because... this is Lady Angelia's domain, no other foolish spirits would dare to approach, and the scenery of this world changes according to Lady Angelia's will..."

As they spoke, accompanied by the peaceful sleeping face of the blonde girl, the damaged environment around them began to refresh itself as if in creative mode, and various things gradually rose from the originally crudely made pure white space.

Flowers, trees, sky, breeze, clouds, sun, rainbow, ocean, beach, forest, pebbles, gravel, earth...

All sorts of things returned to their original places.

"As for you—"

Merlin paused, and Jagi strangely detected a hint of humanity in its doll-like face. "If I'm not mistaken, you were unconsciously summoned from the material world by Lady Angelia—the 'Saintess'!"

"Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy... Holy Maiden?!"

Jia Ji pointed to his nose, incredulously believing that although he hadn't read much, he considered himself to be far more educated than some illiterate village girl.

"Who? The Holy Maiden?...Me?"

Does he have biceps so developed that they could crush a whole carload of mohawks? The Iron Fist Saintess, Jalda, right?

(End of this chapter)