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

Chapter 406. The Celestial Elf, the Emperor's Outing

To verify whether his idea was correct, he planned to buy Titan's Sky Curtain, only to be surprised by the price—three hundred million magic crystals, and that was for the most basic version capable of intervening in the consciousness of small and medium-sized planes.

If you want even better results, you'll need to pay extra.

In other words, all the effects it just listed are equivalent to the Promax version, which is the basic version.

This operation reminded Kroya of some shopping apps she had seen before her transmigration. The prices looked very low from the outside, but when she went inside, she found that they were not the same kind of products at all, or that the quantity was small or something like that.

"...What else could this be but a profiteer?"

Kroya complained, "You clearly described it as a combination of many effects, but now you want to buy it separately! Aren't you a rip-off?!"

He directly and without any hesitation sprayed water directly at the spout of the holy spring.

Yes, this was obviously meant for the Time Treasure that might be watching this—if he were the other party, he would definitely require his subordinates to record every detail of the transaction.

The holy spring vent fell silent for a brief moment.

Then: "Dear Protoss, since our mistake has troubled you, we can now offer you a free lottery service, where you can randomly draw one treasure from the Holy Spring Treasury."

"..."

Huh? You actually compensated me for saying a few things to me?

Before I transmigrated, those game companies were all good at playing dead; no matter how much I complained, they wouldn't offer any compensation.

Kroya, of course, readily accepted.

If it's free, why not take it?

As the wheel spun, gushing forth from the holy spring, something he hadn't expected flew out—a harp!

The golden harp floated silently in front of him, seemingly made of tortoise shell, with strings made of cow tendon, exquisite yet carrying a savage sense of holiness.

Isn't this the same seven-stringed lyre of the sun that he saw in the treasure trove a while ago? The peculiar medicinal smell is still clearly audible, obviously related to medicine.

He frowned and asked directly, "Was this at the behest of the Thundergaren Box?"

If it weren't for the fact that the treasure of that time did this on purpose, he could have swallowed the Ring of Radiance directly!

"..."

An unknown fluctuation appeared at the geyser.

The once endlessly flowing spring was frozen in the blackness of time, and a young male voice came from within: "That's right, this is my instruction."

He readily admitted: "There is indeed a rift between me and my two other brothers and sisters. This is due to differences in our beliefs, and it is a constraint inherent in the treasure itself."

"We are a miracle."

"But time is the best buryer of miracles."

"We are powerful, but even the Ring of Radiance and the Void Gods once had to hide in a small plane, waiting for a turning point in the future."

A dark but not malevolent light gently brushed against Kroya's hair, carrying tenderness and a hint of expectation: "A miracle is the power to create great things, and that is me."

"And you, I really hope you can protect them well."

"The merfolk are all useless people who are immersed in their own world and don't care about anything else. I can't count on them, so I can only hope that you can do it."

Kroya shook his head: "Miya is my teacher. She has guided me in many things and helped me so much. I will take good care of her even without your help."

I will take good care of the illusory god if he needs it.

But you must have some thoughts about this precious treasure, so I'll be direct: is the Ether Rift Disease related to you?

The Treasure of Time replied, "No."

"I also find the illness strange. Even one of the sacred springs has been infected. I have communicated with the emperor and the council chairman, but to no avail."

"What we can be sure of is that it's related to the turmoil in the etheric realm."

"So I had Celeste collect some things in the Zemurian continent, some fragments of treasures."

"Isn't it interesting? A plane that can contain treasures and the back-end plans of Greek gods, and even give birth to perfect people... Heh, I'm a businessman, everything you want to know has a price tag."

"When you reach level 10, I will tell you about the other treasures; when you reach level 12, I will tell you about the Greek gods; and when you reach level 15, I will tell you what perfection truly is."

The dark water slowly receded.

Before disappearing completely, His laughter could be heard: "Miya is your teacher. The so-called son pays for the father's debt. This is the price for taking things from me."

Kroa's cheek twitched.

What a nasty fellow.

But it must be said that He really didn't have any malice. On the contrary, He was like an elder playing around with his juniors, well... a nasty elder.

After the power of the Time Treasure departed, the Holy Spring vent resumed its previous voice: "Your current spending limit has reached 350 million magic crystals, successfully upgrading you to Level 6 member."

"After being promoted to Level 6 member, you will be able to perform a long-range strike that is close to the power of a great god."

"Furthermore, your Clockwork Golem can evolve again, and you can spend a certain amount of money to create Clockwork Life."

"Finally, you will have the opportunity to enter the Holy Spring Realm of our Holy Spring Merchant Guild, where you will have the chance to capture the Spirit of Law. The opening time is one year from now."

Kroya narrowed his eyes. This upgrade didn't feel very good. The Law Spirit was indeed good, but he already had quite a few laws.

As for that attack that was close to the power of a great god...

With Teacher Miya and the Void God around, why would he need that kind of thing?

Furthermore, there are the clockwork life forms evolved from the Clockwork Golem.

Honestly, with the Primal Gold at his disposal, he didn't need that thing at all; he could create some Clockwork Creatures on his own.

It's tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

He shook his head, no longer caring about such things. Instead, he put the harp aside and focused on planning the transformation of this world with the Tower Spirit, taking out the newly purchased "Sky Curtain" to imbue it with a soul.

The harp possessed a spirit; he sensed its powerful spirituality when he held it earlier. However, it seemed the other party didn't want to communicate with him, so he simply treated it with indifference.

If a mere object that has lost its master still behaves this way after he has already shown kindness, then he really doesn't have the patience to coax it. If all else fails, he'll take it to see Daphne after he's dealt with things here.

He paused for a moment when he took out the carrier of the sky screen.

There was a ball in front of him.

A round sphere made of crystal.

According to the instructions, you just need to press the button on top to start this thing...

Instead of pressing it directly, he took out the primordial gold, drew an alchemy magic circle on the spot, and then collected the gold from it. This time, he didn't collect much, only a dozen kilograms.

He thought for a moment, then reached out and slashed open the so-called "abandoned land," peering inside. There he saw his own jelly wielding a large knife, wreaking havoc.

The jelly bouncing around like a slime, with six long swords stuck in its body. With each attack, all six swords would simultaneously unleash sword energy, making it seem like a six-sword style swordsman, moving through an uninhabited place.

Although the powerful magical beasts around them were enormous, they were abandoned and disliked by their masters, and they were defeated one after another in front of Jelly, the little guy pampered by Kroya.

Rather than saying they were unable to overcome the power of the jelly, it would be more accurate to say they were unable to overcome the pampered "light," even retreating timidly, only to be slowly torn apart by the jelly, ultimately leading to their destruction.

Kroya watched it slaughter everything in sight, and after thinking for a moment, couldn't think of anything to say, so he simply shouted, "Remember to come home for dinner after you're done killing. I've prepared different flavors of gelatin for you."

"Uh-huh!"

Amidst her busy schedule, Jelly turned back and nodded to Kroya, then chopped off a leg that resembled a spider-like monster, relishing the nourishment of golden blood.

The strange feeling intensified.

Kroya shook his head, closed the portal, and began to imbue the sky with a soul.

The process went surprisingly smoothly.

Everything went smoothly except for the fact that it consumed a full twenty kilograms of gold.

Titan's Canopy: A Gift of Gold

This monster accepted "Kroya's" description, using gold as fuel for its soul's actions, transforming from an inanimate object into a living monster.

All its actions depend on the "Golden Blood Fire Ring." When this magic fails or the original gold is exhausted, it will revert to its original form.

Due to the unique nature of this monster, once it possesses a soul, it will be difficult for it to directly integrate into the operation of the plane's consciousness and add "plugins" to it; the plane's consciousness will reject its consciousness.

Its birth stems from your favor, and it takes your expectations very seriously. If it fails to fulfill your expectations, it will be corrupted by the golden light and fall into depravity.

The round crystal ball trembled.

It was clear from its body that it felt fear and guilt, much like a child reacting to a beating from their parents.

"..."

"Why do I feel like I've become a pressured parent hoping my child will succeed?"

"Are you alright?" He reached out and patted the little ball, saying softly, "It's alright. I brought you into this world. There are some things you may not be able to do right now, but I can help you."

After much comforting, the trembling crystal ball finally returned to normal. Then, very abstract facial features appeared on the ball, tightly creased together.

"Father."

"I...I can't do anything, sob sob."

As it spoke, crystal tears streamed down its face.

Perhaps because it started at a high level, its message is very clear:

"I can't insert myself into the consciousness of this dimension; it's resisting me. But this is clearly my talent, so why can't I do it...?"

"Don't cry." Kroya finally understood why she disliked children. She preferred obedient and well-behaved children, but how to put it... since she brought this guy into this world, she had to accept his flaws.

It was at this moment that he understood why Miya said that love is necessary for growth. He had many things, but love is the only thing that doesn't depend on how much one possesses.

He continued to offer words of comfort and reassurance.

Only then did they help this celestial canopy begin to intervene in the consciousness of the plane.

To ensure the "purity" of the sky, he did not directly use the power of the "Poem of the Rainbow" to imprint it, but instead merged his spiritual power with it, intervening in the consciousness of the plane through its methods.

Now that he has a great deal of knowledge about dimensions, he discovered the advantages and disadvantages of this method after a brief period of research.

In short, this method is very "violent" and direct—it involves disguising oneself as part of the plane's consciousness, inserting oneself into it, forcing the plane's consciousness to accept it, and finally completely controlling the plane's consciousness.

"Isn't this just a virus?"

"Skyfall, do you remember what happened when you were born?"

"How did those Titans create you?"

Since all Kroa had to do was help it conceal itself, and once it was inserted, she didn't have to exert any more effort herself, she even had time to chat with it and wonder how the Titans made it.

Tianmu pondered for a moment: "The birth of me and my companions seems to be the Titans' mistake. Those Titans were terrifying; they were bound to a giant tree by huge, beautiful chains."

"A nice-sounding chain? A giant tree?"

This description is indeed a bit abstract.

But Kroa inexplicably felt that it might be related to the "Original Poem" or the Protoss's "celestial music," but unfortunately, this guy didn't have much spirituality before he was born, and he didn't remember clearly.

But it's okay, the problem will be solved eventually.

He patiently helped and guided the celestial curtain to intervene in the consciousness of the plane, and also invited the mature consciousness of another world to help guide it.

This is like adding wings to a tiger, and the transformation is in full swing.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Atreus and Tiria stood with their heads bowed beneath the towering columns of a palace, surrounded by opulent surroundings, where almost every inch of the floor and walls was meticulously carved.

Even those who don't understand art can feel the exceptional comfort of the decor here—bottles of wine are placed on the huge walls, each one a divine brew that would cause even the gods to fight over.

Of course, there could only be one who could make two emperors wait like this.

"emperor."

A figure emerged from the depths of the towering, temple-like building. It was an old man who was about two meters tall... or rather, an elderly man.

He was dressed in very ordinary clothes, looking just like an old man taking a stroll in the capital of the empire, but his muscles were well-proportioned and no less than those of a young man, and his whole being was more energetic than most children.

"Do not call me Emperor after you reach the Creation Ring."

The emperor patted his great-great-great-great-granddaughter on the shoulder: "Why didn't you invite your poor old grandfather to such a fun event? Do you think I'm too old?"

This was, of course, just a joke, but even Tiria felt a slight tremor when the emperor said such a thing. She looked up, but felt like she was just a cute little pet under the emperor's command.

"No..." she forced a smile.

The emperor before her, who was thousands of years old, was still handsome enough to make many noblewomen and young ladies scream, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The Emperor went to the territory of the Astral Council...

Hopefully nothing bad will happen.

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