Storm of Gods

Chapter 247 The Stitches

Li Xin's soul returned to its place, and his body sat up in bed. "Damn it, ouch, my whole body aches. It's more tiring than fighting Christie for eighteen rounds. I should not push myself next time. Oh no, just thinking about tomorrow night, in this state..."
On the lighthouse, he used his power by striking the wooden fish. He felt like he was giving Bati a buff, or like a pendant. Unfortunately, the pendant was of poor quality. If he kept striking like this, he would really knock himself out.

After checking his physical condition, Li Xin felt fine except for a feeling of being overdrawn. As for whether he had been tainted by any hidden forces, Li Xin had no idea. It didn't matter, so he let it be.

He's quite open-minded about the things he feels he should do; whatever happens, happens. You can't live with constant fear of this and that.

Li Xin lay sprawled on the bed, wanting to get a good night's sleep before focusing all his energy on tomorrow's battle. That was the important thing, since he had to face a big shot from the Gourmet Association.

Having figured it out, Li Xin couldn't suppress the smirk on his face. Just then, the dice vibrated with a thud.

?

What the heck, here we go again?
Even if Batty wanted to come, he wouldn't.

However, the dice only trembled once and then fell silent again. After waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Li Xin didn't want to cause any more trouble. If it were something important, he would definitely call out a few more times.

Li Xin fell into a deep sleep; he was truly exhausted. Teamwork between men and women makes the work easier.

Chirp chirp chirp...

Li Xin slept until almost noon before waking up. He stretched comfortably, walked to the window, and let the sunlight shine on his body. He felt much better. Today was another beautiful day.

Li Xin washed up, looked in the mirror, and went downstairs for lunch, where he heard Daenerys's enthusiastic call.

"Ah, Daenerys, you're back." It seems the city guards here are quite disciplined.

Daenerys looked at Li Xin with a resentful expression, "Young Master Xin, don't you care about me at all? The city guards have been torturing me severely..."

"Ahem, Daenerys, you look radiant, you slept very well." Li Xin thought to himself, "What a load of rubbish! Daenerys is never one to suffer a loss, no matter where she goes."

"Dragon Mom was really impressive yesterday. The city guards asked them to identify people who looked similar to the intruders at the cathedral, and she single-handedly named more than twenty men who looked like muscular men. Most of them were members of the Black and White Society, and the city guards wiped out the entire Black and White Society that very night," Daliwen laughed.

"Let them collect protection money from me. Just because they're big and strong doesn't mean they can do anything." Daenerys's face beamed with joy. This job was both lucrative and cathartic. Moreover, it would be difficult for the Black and White Gangs to turn the tables this time, because they did indeed have many tall and strong thugs. Unfortunately, a fight broke out when they were collecting protection money, and several people had knife wounds. Since the Vatican was involved, the city guards would rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. They arrested them all and handed them over to the Funeral Directors for identification. This whole process would leave them either dead or skinned alive.

Li Xin was stunned. Daenerys was playing with fire.

"Young Master Xin, am I good to you?" Daenerys Targaryen leaned closer.

"Is it good or bad?" Li Xin wasn't sure what to say; he was just going downstairs for brunch.

"Why don't you talk to Master Simmons? I don't think those gangsters would dare to storm the church. I was just having fun. What if they get released? What will I do?" Daenerys regretted it as soon as she came back. She had a good time, but she would be in trouble if they got released.

"Understood." Li Xin nodded. "Young Master Xin, I knew you were the best..." Daenerys was about to rush over with tears in her eyes, but Li Xin was startled. "Dragon Mom, just treat me to lunch, don't be shy. Next time Young Master Simmons comes, just treat him warmly. It's all thanks to his abilities. I'm just a messenger. Besides, Young Master Simmons is a loyal person."

Daenerys nodded, feeling that she couldn't be indecisive and needed to be more reserved. "Young Master Simmons, as majestic as an eagle, has always been the most magnificent man in my heart."

Dali and others praised Daenerys Targaryen and Simmons as a match made in heaven. Old Fang quoted extensively from classical texts, while Dali recited a poem praising love.

Li Xin stared dumbfounded at the group of shameless people.

Daenerys blushed and waved her hand, "I'll treat everyone to lunch today. Oh dear, this sun is too strong, I need to go back and touch up my makeup."

……

The outer city of Heldan is densely populated, with 80 percent of the city's population concentrated in various areas of the outer city to ensure comfort within the city. This density also has its advantages; the large number of people and their emotions can mask many things.

In a densely populated building complex, passing through the dark sewers, one descends to a vast and spacious underground base. People are busy in every room, while the central room is brightly lit and looks very clean, but it is filled with a strong smell of blood. The box containing Isaac's notebook is placed in the corner, and one of the notebooks on the table is open. Only a strange person shrouded in a robe is busy in the room, with a pair of white-gloved hands moving nimbly.

Lying on the experimental table in the very center was a man stitched up, many parts of him still naked, his body riddled with tubes, the floor covered in dense incantations, and a horrifying dent in his chest. Looking at the man's chest, the gray-robed man's busy hands finally stopped, and he carefully took out a semi-transparent box and placed it in the dent. The stitched-up monster's body trembled slightly. Inside the box were swarms of abyssal worms. As soon as the box was placed inside, worms poured into the stitched-up monster's body, spreading to various parts, causing each part to undulate like bubbles for a while before returning to calm.

The gray-robed man nodded in satisfaction. "Little cutie, just hang in there a little longer. Almost there, almost there. When you stand up, the entire Dao Yuan will be amazed."

Inside the underground base, many people were busy at work, but no one dared to approach this room. It was best not to disturb the doctor while he was working, as the consequences of doing so would be very serious.

The gray-robed man admired the stitched-together monster for a while, then began to adjust the surrounding machines. These were typical Hextech machines, with conduits connecting them. The monster before him was a product of the fusion of clandestine power and Hextech.

We were already close to success, but some aspects were not perfect, which was absolutely unacceptable. Facing this opportunity to be recorded in the annals of Daoyuan, we could not afford to make any mistakes. Therefore, we had to retrieve the notes, which recorded the trial and error process. After comparing them one by one, we quickly solved the problem. Now everything is ready except for the final push.

The man in the gray robe left the laboratory and closed the door. Immediately, someone came up to him.

When will the items be returned? Haven't they finished preparing them yet?

"Doctor, they said it's already on its way and has been tested as you requested."

"Is the original item undamaged?"

"No, I followed your instructions exactly and dared not make the slightest mistake."

The gray-robed man shook his head in a good mood, causing his robe to sway. The ugly, stitched-together monster looked like a stunning beauty to him.

(End of this chapter)