What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 364. Please give me a good beating!

This might be the most expensive "bath ticket" ever.

—That's the thought that popped into Kroya's mind when he saw the Death Knight rushing back to retrieve the Soul Crystal as if his backside was on fire.

A full thirty thousand soul crystals were laid out before him.

The deep, black glow seemed capable of absorbing one's soul.

There are indeed many.

But thinking about it carefully, such things are not hard to find if you want to, especially since what he can provide is something that no one else can do.

Just like luxury goods in a past life, they are so expensive, yet they still have a market.

He usually deals in basic consumer goods, but suddenly he wondered if he should explore some unique high-end markets so that he could earn more resources.

The high-end market can bring not only resources, but also connections. As I am about to enter the Star Realm, I do need enough connections to help me.

It's hard to say about other places, but here in the underworld...

The sunlight and rain that belong to the primary plane, which seem ordinary to him, are rare treasures to the beings of the underworld.

Thinking this, he turned to the Death Knight, who was about to leave quickly, and said, "Mr. Terrano, do you have any ideas about where to stay?"

Upon hearing this, the knight stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and carefully examined the handsome mage, a flicker of spiritual fire in his eyes momentarily breaking—the latter's sun-like, vibrant beauty warmed him, even somewhat…

Kroya had been waiting for him to speak, but the look in his eyes made her scalp tingle. She couldn't keep him in suspense any longer and said directly:

"I can build you a mansion that allows you to experience the world of the living. Everything inside can be custom-made for you, but the price... will be very high."

He prefers to make things clear to avoid endless arguments later.

Terrano looked directly at Kroya: "If you need soul crystals, I'll have my men find them. If you need anything else, you can tell me."

Theodore should understand that we are not people who cannot afford to buy things.

Perhaps it had been too long since he had discussed "business" with anyone like this. His life in the underworld had taught him to be straightforward. Although it might sound a bit impolite, Kroya felt that this was the best way to conduct business.

Theodore nodded in agreement: "There's nothing to steal."

"As I just told you, the demon that Lady Ilister tried to steal, we often try to steal too."

Wait, you guys went to steal the Demon God?

"Lady Ilister..." Terrano suddenly asked curiously, "Mr. Mage, you know Lady Ilister too?"

Kroya didn't hide anything: "Ms. Iris does have some connection with you. We were just planning to watch how she robbed it, and we happened to run into you on the way, so we came over."

"Then you'd better be careful," Terrano said meaningfully. "Ms. Illist's favorite things are handsome men and women, and Mr. Theodore should know this all too well."

Theodore: "..."

He couldn't help but grin, thinking that this guy had been a ghost for too long and had even forgotten how to speak. How could he be so hurtful?

Kroya glanced at Theodore and smiled, "Thank you for your kindness."

"You should go with Mr. Terrano."

"Mr. Terrano, you must ensure its safety."

He waved to the trembling earth-stealing engineer beside him, signaling him to follow Terrano away and ask what kind of mansion the engineer needed—he didn't need to worry about these things; as long as the blueprints were ready, many monsters were waiting for the job.

……

After seeing Terrano off, Sky Island continued forward.

After crossing their pasture, they arrived at a peculiar territory, shrouded in a light blue mist, that appeared to be in a semi-illusory state.

Needless to say, Theodore jumped down again and shouted into the territory, "Big Sister Belleda!"

As soon as he uttered that sentence, the light blue mist within the territory rapidly gathered, and a ghostly female figure emerged.

She was dressed in a light blue mage's robe, with a pointed wizard's hat on her head, and holding a bone staff that appeared to be carved from bone—a typical pose of a magical superhuman.

Without a doubt, this is a "Ghost Lord".

It is the existence that has reached the pinnacle of the special form of ghost.

The next step is to forge a divine body, ignite the Netherworld Divine Fire, and achieve godhood—of course, that's the path of the gods; legendary mages will maintain the form of a Ghost Lord.

It is worth mentioning that, due to her special nature, the Ghost Lord's territory becomes a special domain structure similar to a divine kingdom or the Rainbow Grass Paradise of Kroya, where every plant and tree is under her control.

The larger her territory, the more terrifying her power.

"Oh, it's Theodore." Belleda floated slowly to Theodore's side. "I'm preparing to leave the Underworld and enter the Astral Plane. Would you like to come along?"

"The area of ​​the underworld surrounding the continent of Zemuria is still too small. If we don't venture into space, our future will definitely be limited."

Even Lady Kreha is planning to enter the Astral Plane.

This legendary mage was also one of Theodore's former friends and one of the first to enter the Underworld. With the help of Kreehar and Irisviel, she built her own power base, helping her later friends through the most difficult early stages, making her a kind of big sister figure.

So Theodore was like a younger brother to her.

She really worried herself sick over her younger siblings.

Brother… oh no, Theodore chuckled awkwardly: “I haven’t planned to go to the Astral Plane yet, Eldest Sister Belleda. I have some good news to tell you!”

Aren't you trying to grow flesh and blood? If you could experience what it feels like to have flesh and blood, would that help you?

"!!!"

For a fleeting moment, the Ghost Lord's eyes turned completely black.

Belleda looked at him, then turned her gaze to the cloud island in the sky and said loudly, "Welcome to the Underworld, guest from the world of the living."

The reply she received was Chloe's voice, tinged with laughter: "A powerful slayer of dragons, a successor of necromancy, a protector of the Kingdom of Seth'en, an assassin of the goddess of wisdom..."

Kroya was about to recite the woman's long list of titles in the living world, but before he could even finish a few, her face visibly turned red.

Finally, the female mage could no longer maintain her composure and hurriedly shouted, "Enough! Enough!"

What a shame.

Every time someone mentioned her title in this way, she felt as if she were being publicly executed by being burned at the stake, especially when it came from people of the same social standing. It brought her an indescribable sense of shame.

Kroa, puzzled, simply jumped off the floating island.

Looking puzzled, she asked, "Aren't these all your titles, ma'am?"

Belleda helplessly shrugged: "They are mine, but those are honors belonging to the living world. Saying them now will only embarrass me."

Kroya was even more confused: "But in the records about you, Madam, you always generously rewarded your students whenever they recited your title. I thought you would like such a title."

"..."

"That really meant to shut them up, since I really can't stand having my title being recited like that in public."

"But unexpectedly, it caused them to misunderstand."

Seemingly to quickly change the subject, Ms. Belleda extended her hand and invited, "I've heard of your deeds. You've planted and nurtured many magical beasts and plants in the prime plane. I also have some experience in planting. Shall we take a look together?"

"That's definitely a very interesting magical plant."

She gestured for her territory to proceed.

Kroya, of course, wouldn't refuse an invitation from a legendary Ghost Grand Duke. He smiled and nodded, "Then I'll trouble you."

"bring it on."

Belleda led Kroa into her territory, then turned to Theodore and said, "If you're bored, go and find the rest of you. Otherwise, it'll be quite a hassle to gather them all together."

"..." Theodore sighed silently and obediently went to find it.

Although Kroya heard her voice, he didn't have time to pay attention to it at the moment. His gaze was fixed on the magical plant in front of him, which was about the height of a person, and he was extremely surprised.

It was an upside-down tree with three circles on the left, three circles on the right, and four in the middle. Twenty-two strange branches derived from magic patterns connected them together, shining brightly.

[Imagined Kabbalah Tree of Life]

It... is actually a Protoss structure!

This was the first time Kroa had ever seen a magical plant appear in the material world with the structure of a celestial being. It was as if a person had suddenly decomposed into a genetic chain and was standing in front of him. It was exaggerated and absurd.

"It seems you've seen it before."

"This is the god I serve."

Belleda's voice rang out from the side: "You've planted so many magical plants, have you ever felt the power of their life-giving laws?"

She slowly walked to the side of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, stretched out her finger and cut a slit, from which pure soul power belonging to the Ghost Lord dripped and poured onto the tree.

The most primitive and "correct" form of equivalent exchange is in operation.

Strange light shone down from the tree.

The barren land turned green, and a blade of grass sprouted from the soil.

An equivalent exchange from death to life.

What would be an ordinary scene in the world of the living is exceptionally precious here—a legendary Ghost Lord exchanged his precious essence for this single blade of grass.

The Astral Imprint Technique didn't even work.

It's just ordinary grass.

At that moment, Chloe immediately understood her thoughts: "You want to become a living being again through an equivalent exchange!"

He sensed something was wrong. The iris ring on his finger shimmered slightly before silently dissipating into the surrounding pale blue mist.

The Void Moon Leaf magic device on her wrist also flashed.

Belleda was unaware of all this, and she spoke in a strange voice:

"You're right."

"The memories of the living world are unforgettable for me."

"That's why I resist it so much when you mention it; it feels like you're forcing me to remember it every time you do."

Belleda looked at the withering grass and the fading earth. "Do you know what my first reaction was when I heard that it could allow me to experience the feelings of the living?"

"They want to arrest you and imprison you."

"Everything you own must belong to me."

She turned around abruptly, her once clear pupils now filled with darkness, and the bone staff in her hand was now wreathed in a deathly blue light, while the surrounding mist was gathering.

"Dear Master."

"A warm sun."

"If you beat me up, I'll tell you... information about your grandfather."

As soon as she finished speaking, she fired several death rays.

That's an extremely powerful attack spell in necromancy, equivalent to Disintegration in the elemental magic system. Once hit, even a legendary being will feel pain.

But when those rays touched Kroa's body, his figure vanished like a bubble, and a voice drifted over: "I had a feeling that you were being tormented by death and were about to go crazy."

But thank you for being my target.

Accompanied by Kroya's voice, a rainbow of light, clearly not belonging to this place, extended from the air, gracefully conveying beautiful music, like a ribbon cast down by a deity, completely surrounding her.

Thanks to Pandora's hope, the symphony is now filled with the "joy" of attacking the world of the dead, and the magic engraved within it assaults Belleda like a storm.

"When?" Belleda couldn't understand. This was her territory, like a god's kingdom. How could such a great magic be planted so quietly?

But there was no response.

What followed was an attack from the constellation flowers in the outer space of the main plane, which Kroya had transferred using spatial magic; this time, the sunflowers were also included.

The multicolored magical light forcefully dispelled the surrounding mist, and rainbow-colored grass was spreading across the ground—this was Kroya's plan to establish a complete advantage with Rainbow Grass Paradise.

He may not be a legend, but his offensive is more terrifying than any legend.

Belleda resisted the symphony's attack, feeling as if she were bound by countless chains, even feeling a bit...suffocated. She didn't know how to break free from the restraints.

Neither spatial magic nor ordinary magical attacks worked.

The symphony and the torrent of magic gradually gave her a sense of pain, as if she were exposed to the scorching sun.

But it was precisely this that made her feel "free and happy".

She directly absorbed the surrounding dark blue mist, her body slowly growing larger, letting the symphony and torrents of magic bombard her, and letting out a hearty laugh.

The voice was filled with pleasure, even the power of the symphony seemed to be affected—it had a distinctly demonic power.

"Wow! That feels so good!"

"Dear mage! You need to increase your magic output!"

"I'm willing to be your target!"

"..."

This is insane!

Kroya, hidden in the distance, was completely bewildered. She had a feeling that this guy was acting a bit strange. Was this really going to be so enjoyable and comfortable?

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