After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

Five powerful auras enveloped the hall, and the top five members, representing the highest power in the council, remained silent as they surrounded a huge celestial compass.

The compass does not display simple constellation patterns, but rather complex star trails composed of pure light energy, constantly changing and shifting under the guidance of an elderly astrologer dressed in a dark blue robe adorned with stars.

The old astrologer's eyes were closed, his withered fingers dancing above the compass, guiding the vast and elusive power of fate.

Suddenly, all the flowing star trails paused abruptly, and then converged towards the center of the compass like rivers flowing into the sea!

Om-!

An unprecedentedly brilliant light erupted from the center of the compass, and a pure pillar of light, carrying boundless hope, shot into the sky. Within the pillar of light, the faint phantom of a holy sword could be seen flashing by.

Soon, the phantom disappeared, and a card fell to the ground.

The old astrologer raised his hand, and the card landed in his palm. He suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with exhaustion, but his tone was full of joy.

"Brave!"

The old astrologer's tone was full of certainty:

"Guided by the stars, resonating with the strings of destiny... This is not the shadow of the Demon King, but the light of hope!"

"A hero! A hero of our time has descended upon the world!"

This news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing an instantaneous fluctuation in the energy flowing around the other four members of the highest positions present.

According to ancient records, every ten summons will surely produce a true hero!

"The first nine heroes all died mysteriously. Now that this generation of heroes has appeared, we must have gotten our pity pull."

"Second seat," a figure shrouded in elemental radiance said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

"We must find him as soon as possible!"

“That’s right. The Abyss probably possesses some kind of power that we don’t know about. I suspect that the deaths of the first nine heroes may be related to the Abyss!”

The fourth seat frowned slightly, looking at the card in the old astrologer's hand: "What clues are there about the hero...?"

The old astrologer lowered his head, looking at the cards in his hand, a look of confusion appearing on his old face.

"This... I don't know either."

"The guidance of the stars tells me... the companions beside the hero are closely related to this card!"

With that, the old astrologer spread out the cards and displayed them to the members of the top five seats in the council.

The five looked closely and saw a short word written in the language of the gods on the card.

【snore】!

"snore?"

The group frowned in unison.

"Translated into common language, it should only have the meaning of '齁' (hoarse). I wonder if anyone knows what other meaning this word had in the Age of Gods?"

"I don't know, it sounds like it's describing a certain sound..."

"These clue cards are such riddles, how are we supposed to find the hero? How are we supposed to guide him?"

Just then, the figure in the third seat took a small step forward.

The magical radiance flowing around her was gentle and profound, as if it contained endless wisdom and knowledge.

The hood hung down slightly, obscuring part of her face, but revealing her delicate and beautiful features.

If there's any flaw, it's probably her seemingly endless flat chest...

"Leave this task of guiding the hero to me."

Iowen raised his head slightly, a smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone, "My ancestors wrote a legend together with the first hero, forged an eternal pact, and ended the dark age."

"Now, the stars have once again descended to guide us."

"I think this must be fate's arrangement."

"In the name of the stars, I will use all my knowledge and skills to assist him, help him, walk alongside him, and face the coming storm together."

……

At the same moment, at the pinnacle of truth.

The headquarters of the Truth Society is not built on the ground, but suspended above a sea of ​​clouds shrouded in eternal twilight.

Countless enormous white crystal platforms slowly rotated along some mysterious trajectory, connected by shimmering energy rainbow bridges.

Atop the largest central platform stands a majestic spire, constructed entirely of pure crystal and mithril, which reflects a mesmerizing light under the flowing clouds and sunlight.

This is the core of the Truth Association—the Pinnacle of Truth!

Inside the circular hall at the very top of the spire, the Grand Elder of the Truth Association knelt at the center of a complex and enormous magic circle.

At this moment, dozens of slowly rotating crystal balls floated around the magic circle, their internal halos flowing and their runes flickering.

The elder's withered fingers gently brushed over the largest crystal ball, within which churned an unsettling dark aura, occasionally punctuated by flashes of crimson light.

After a long while, she slowly withdrew her hand and let out a long and heavy sigh, which echoed in the empty and silent hall.

"well--!"

"The dark tide... is surging."

The elder's voice was aged and his tone was low: "The one summoned this generation is not a hero, but... a demon king!"

"The prophecy has been proven true once again."

"Even though that demon king died a thousand years ago, that forbidden book... can still summon the demon king again."

"He...has returned once again."

She slowly raised her aged eyes and looked at the figure who had been standing quietly at the edge of the hall, gazing down at the endless sea of ​​clouds below.

She was a tall, voluptuous woman with long, jet-black hair that cascaded down her back to her waist.

Even just his back view exudes a sense of aloofness and power that transcends all living beings.

She is none other than Medicia, the current chief of the Truth Society and a descendant of the gods.

"Metticia".

The Grand Elder's voice carried a rare hint of worry, "After a thousand years, the Demon King's shadow has reappeared, meaning the continent may face another catastrophe. Your power is the hope of the Association and even the entire continent, but..."

She paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, as if she were making a decision, and slowly began to tentatively speak: "Meticia... your bloodline is supreme, a legacy of the gods."

"Such powerful strength, if it can be passed down... might increase our chances of winning in the future."

"And... Medicia...aren't you at the age where you should be dating?"

After he finished speaking, the hall fell into a brief silence.

Immediately, a cold and arrogant laugh broke the silence.

"snort--!"

Medicia slowly turned around, looked at the Grand Elder, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

"in love?"

Her voice was cold, her tone full of condescending contempt.

"Elder, are you senile? There is no man in this world who can make me draw my sword seriously."

She slightly raised her chin, as if she were scrutinizing the insignificant beings beneath her feet.

"What difference is there between a male that I cannot defeat and an ant? What right does it have to dare to stand beside me, or even... hope to inherit my bloodline?"

Medicia raised her hand, and nine tubes of potion, each engraved with a dragon pattern and brimming with energy that slightly distorted the surrounding space, appeared out of thin air between her slender fingers.

She uncorked the bottle and, without hesitation, tilted her head back and drank all nine bottles of dragon potion in one gulp.

The moment she took the potion, the phantoms of nine giant dragons appeared behind her, and then the immense energy instantly dissolved in her body and was completely refined in an instant, without leaving any aftereffects or drug resistance.

A glint of light flashed in her eyes, and her aura subtly increased.

"I will continue to train hard, grow stronger on my own, until I reach the peak that no one can reach."

Medicia turned around, her cold voice echoing in the space.

"Then you will understand—"

"The so-called Demon King... is nothing more than a mortal born in an era without me!"

Chapter 82 What does it mean that the system has given out gold bars again? And why are I getting more and more gold coins the more I spend?

noon.

While listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, Mu Qiu calmly pondered Fiona's situation.

Fiona left the room looking humiliated.

As for the people in the bathroom—

Vera was the only one who could take a shower in his room as if nothing had happened after what had happened.

"After what just happened, Fiona's chances of escaping must have increased significantly, right?"

Mu Qiu thought for a moment and then summoned the system panel.

[Real name: Mu Qiu]

Codename: Shepherd

【Occupation: Master of Slavery Owners】

[Rank: Early Gold Rank]

[Slaves in possession: 14 (Expand for details)]

[Free Slaves: 0]

Mu Qiu immediately opened Fiona's information to check her current risk level.

Risk of betrayal: virtually zero

Risk of escape: High

Overall Risk: Medium

Mu Qiu frowned.

When you, the female knight, ran away just now, you clearly had a humiliated expression on your face. How come your risk of betrayal and escape has decreased instead of increased?

He glanced at his system funds again, and his heart jumped into his throat once more.

[Profit conversion ratio: 100:1]

[Loss conversion ratio: 1:1]

[Bankruptcy Protection: When the host goes bankrupt for the first time, the lost system funds will be multiplied a hundredfold and converted into personal wealth, helping the host to make a comeback!]

System Funds: 8,988,027 Gold Coins

Personal Wealth: 1,505,691 Gold Coins

[Loss already incurred: 150 million gold coins]

Profits earned: 558,027 gold coins

"?"

Mu Qiu's brows furrowed even more.

If he remembered correctly, he had invested 1.5 million gold coins in the Goddess of Wealth and spent nearly 2.5 million gold coins in the Merchant Lady, spending a total of nearly 4 million gold coins of system funds.

Logically speaking... he should now only have about six million gold coins in system funds and one and a half million gold coins in personal wealth.

"How come the system funds have increased by three million gold coins? And... how come my profits have also increased by five hundred thousand gold coins?"

Mu Qiu immediately asked the system in his mind.

"System, is there a mistake in how the system calculated the funds?"

Soon, the system's clear and pleasant voice rang in my mind.

[Oh dear, it's true! Host, I miscalculated your system funds!]