Unspeakable bubbles

She staggered backward and bumped right into Ninomiya Sui.

Augustus roared repeatedly, but no matter how he attacked, he could not break through the emerald green flower blocking the little fairy's path.

"If you're truly strong, then show me your real skills and convince me! What's so great about hiding in the back and not daring to come out?" Augustus didn't care about anything else and used a provocation tactic.

To everyone's surprise, a smug expression immediately appeared on the little imp's face.

"Kuroro isn't some big-headed idiot. Besides, why would I need someone as insignificant as you to be convinced?"

Augustus's face turned grim. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

Something's fishy!

He immediately held his breath, but it was too late.

Augustus felt his body go limp and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.

As if in a chain reaction, Ninomiya Sui, Jane Brent, and other elites of the Seven Rings Tower collapsed one after another.

"This, this is not poison."

A man muttered to himself, "If it were poison, it wouldn't be able to kill me."

Kuroro pursed his lips, ignoring the crawling insects on the ground, and closed his eyes to rest.

What do you want?

Why attack the Seven Rings Tower?

"If you deny being a Chaos Lord, then what exactly are you?"

"Kotono Ogawa...you mentioned her before, and it was because of her that you descended upon the Seventh Ring Tower, right?"

People kept trying to talk to Kuroro from various angles, attempting to break the ice, but the little fairy didn't respond to anyone's words.

"Lord Augustus, aren't you able to exchange a few blows with even the Wind Sect Master? She is a renowned super strong expert, and her strength is no less than that of the Chaos Lord, is it?"

Seeing that everyone was talking until their throats were dry and the little fairy was ignoring them, Jane Brent, for reasons unknown, spoke to Augustus in a mocking tone.

As she spoke, the woman with long, straight black hair secretly observed the little fairy's reaction.

“How can you compare them? I’m not good at dealing with this type of thing,” Augustus muttered, then fell silent.

The little fairy sat in the center of the conference room, swinging her legs as if waiting for someone.

Two hours later, the iron gate at the exit, along with countless thick vines, was crushed into dust by an invisible force.

You've arrived.

It's you.

Chisa Nakazawa looked exasperated: "How did you end up here?"

"I was asked to do this... well, she should be considered a person, right?" The little fairy thought for a moment, looking somewhat uncertain.

"Alright, what do you want to do?" Qian Sha glanced at the people on the ground, and seeing that they were not missing any limbs, she returned to her usual lazy demeanor.

"It's nothing serious, we just need to keep these people here for three days."

"Oh"

Chisa Nakazawa nodded: "Then I'll be going. I'll have Tama bring them food in three days."

"By the way, will they be able to return to normal by then? It's not good for them to stay paralyzed on the ground forever."

"rest assured."

"Okay, bye-bye," Nakazawa Chisa waved to Kuroro and slowly walked out of the conference room.

"......"

“...................”

"She...she just left like that?" Ninomiya Sui looked incredulous.

"Just wait and see, three days isn't a long time." Augustus sighed, as if he had expected this.

"Alas, the Seventh Ring Tower has lost all its majesty," Jane Brunn said, making a pointed remark.

"This place is so boring, Kuroro is leaving."

The little fairy stretched and then summoned vines again to block the road.

"Three days. You stay here for three days and don't go anywhere."

"If anyone dares to leave before the appointed time, Kuroro will be very, very angry."

A sinister glint appeared on the little fairy's face: "If Kuroro gets angry, he'll definitely come back and kill you all!"

"..."

No one spoke at that moment. The little fairy's image was not intimidating, but she was powerful enough.

Chisara Nakazawa, the only one in the Seven Rings Tower who could rival the Chaos Lord, was in such a state... Frustrating, but she could only endure it.

After the little fairy left, Ninomiya Sui let out a long sigh of relief.

"Now we have two options. One is to ask the Federation for help and request two of the Federation's super strong individuals to join forces to kill that little monster."

"The second is to cover it up for three days. If it's only for three days, there are still ways to cover it up."

"Why even choose? Of course, it's second place," someone said irritably.

"Both of these super strong individuals are martial artists, and they are not on the same level as us at all."

"Once we ask them for help, people from the mystical side will have to look down on those martial artists!"

"That's not the key point."

Jane Brent pondered for a moment before speaking: "Imagine if the Federation's higher-ups knew about our predicament in the face of the Chaos Lord, would they still give the Seven Ring Tower such strong support?"

"Don't take offense at my harsh words, but if they think the Seventh Ring Tower isn't very useful..."

“Oh dear, I almost forgot, there are two high-ranking officials from the Federation here.” Jane Brent looked at Ninomiya Sui and Augustus as if waking from a dream.

“I am the CEO of Seven Rings Tower,” Ninomiya Sui said calmly.

"That's ridiculous." Augustus rolled his eyes.

In silence, everyone reached a consensus.

Section 168, Chapter 167: Uninhabited Island

"Kotono, look at that cloud, doesn't it look like a cotton candy?"

"The sky is so blue, and they're flying so high!"

Bubble lay by the window, talking nonstop the whole way.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the little girl seemed particularly excited.

"Bubble, do you remember what I told you before you boarded the plane?" Kotono looked at her friend, a faint sense of reluctance rising in her heart.

“I remember, every three days the precious pearl on one person’s forehead was removed.”

Bubble looked at Kotono strangely and asked, "But where is the jewel?"

"You'll see when the ceremony begins."

"The place where my mother rests..."

Kotono's gaze pierced through the aircraft; in the distance, a deserted island quietly awaited their arrival.

..................................................................

The cabin was covered in dust, and a girl with delicate features was slumped in the chair in the center.

Her eyes were lifeless, and if it weren't for the faint sound of her breathing, one would almost suspect that she was a large human doll.

Eight boys and girls surrounded the girl, their expressions complex, a mixture of affection and deep envy.

"Clean the house first, then find something to eat," Qin Nai instructed.

She carefully examined the girl on the chair and noticed a resemblance between them, which immediately improved her mood.

The room was very dusty, and the group worked until midnight before they could barely meet Kotono's minimum standards.

"The pot is prepared before we start cooking. We need firewood, meat, and some fruit."

"Make some bowls too."

"Shimizu, I'll go find it."

"There are many small animals on the island."

"Don't forget Bubble's share."

Even after the eight people clearly divided up their tasks, the girl on the chair remained motionless.

Her face was expressionless, and even when Kotono fed her fruit and roasted meat, the girl just swallowed mechanically.

"Just like we were when we were born, but you are different."

Eight people sat around the girl, and one of the boys said calmly, "I'll start."

Seeing that no one else spoke, he began to tell his story.

The boy's childhood was ordinary. He was the child of a working-class family in the Federation. Because he was born a polluter, he was separated from his 'parents' when he was very young.

In the special academy, he remained silent and unnoticed.

In a dream long ago, he dreamed of a beautiful yet awe-inspiring bird.

The large bird looked down at the boy silently from the air, and for some reason, the boy suddenly felt a sense of closeness to it.

The man and the bird stared at each other for a long time, until they woke up from the dream, without making any other move.

He had this dream for five days in a row. On the fifth day, in the dream, the boy finally couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"I am your Creator."

A dignified voice rang in the boy's ears, but after a moment, the voice softened.

"Of course, you should still call me Mother, rather than Creator."