The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　Was that ghostly woman watching her from behind?

　"Waaah... Ah Xu..."

　The big peach on his head hugged him even tighter.

　Chen Lingxu can now see that shadow without even looking up.

　"It's okay. I don't blame you."

　Even if Originium operates normally, the result might just be another Anjou.

　More than the so-called Originium, Chen Lingxu is now curious about that lumberjack.

　He didn't see anything even after traveling through time; surely that thing couldn't not belong to this universe?

　"I don't know... We were just the last people trying to preserve the flame of civilization, not frontline soldiers. By the time that thing arrives, satellites, starships, everything in space will be destroyed. How can blind people possibly see what their enemy looks like?"

　"How many people survived?"

　"Initially there might have been a few hundred thousand... If you include people from other star sectors, there might have been several hundred million... But now... they're probably all dead. In terms of energy reserves, we still can't compare to the Anjou people's monstrous technology that can withstand two million years of energy depletion."

　Precyth didn't care about any of that anymore... She chose to leave her body in the stasis field hibernation pod, and chose to trust her little robot and preserve her 'soul' inside the Originium, all in anticipation of this day of reunion.

　She originally thought that she might be able to reunite with her beloved machine after the universe was destroyed and restarted.

　But after enduring more than ten thousand years, she saw him again.

　Even though his form has changed, she can still see his soul clearly.

　After he tore through spacetime using the energy and data stored in Originium, Precys learned everything.

　Parting is the beginning of our acquaintance.

　Precys believed that they were destined to meet even in other universes.

　Chapter 41 The Hope That Forbids Separation

　Theresa listened quietly to what he said. Although she didn't understand most of it, it was probably all related to that person.

　Perhaps I could write it down and ask Kal'tsit about it.

　Hmm, I'll write her a letter later. I'll ask... who the prophet is.

　"So what are you planning to do next, Ah Xu?"

　Now that they had obtained the Originium, Theresa wanted to ask him about his next plans.

　Based on her understanding of the man before her, she knew he probably wouldn't stay in Kazdel for long.

　But it doesn't matter, Theresa won't stop him from leaving. Men, as long as they remember to come home, that's all that matters.

　"You still remember what I was supposed to do in the beginning, don't you, Theresa?"

　"Ugh... Theresa doesn't remember. But Little Theresa remembers, so call Little Theresa over."

　"Then tell me. If you can't answer, I won't tolerate it, little Te."

　"Heh heh, it can't be wrong."

　Theresa bent down, hooked her arm around his shoulder, and pressed her face close to his ear.

　"You're here to see how the kingdoms founded by the former subjects of the great Primordial Celestial Venerable are developing, right?"

　"Yes, Not Bad."

　"Is there a reward if I answer correctly?"

　"what do you want?"

　Seeing the big peach pointing her finger at her pink lips, Chen Lingxu pinched her soft, smooth chin and bit it.

　His last trip only included a brief visit to Letania, a place with a strong musical and academic atmosphere, but for him, it was rather lackluster.

　After all, whether it was founding the Beast Kingdom or dreaming of civilization ascending beyond the Earth's surface, Chen initially just wanted to find a place where he could comfortably relax. But Terra didn't give him any chance; he finally got lucky and went to the pre-civilization era, where he spent ten years playing in space.

　"Hmm... So where do you want to go next? Still Letania?"

　"No. I've already been there, unless something new and interesting comes along. I plan to go and check out Yan's area."

　"Inflammation?"

　Theresa then remembered that Chen Lingxu's name was very similar to that of the Yan Kingdom. According to the power distribution ten thousand years ago, the Yan side should be considered his personal guards.

　"When do you plan to come back? If Kal'tsit knew you were coming back, she would definitely rush back to see you."

　"Let her have her fill of fun over there first. If she wants to see me, let her go to Yan's place."

　"What about me? If it goes on for more than three days, I'll want to see you."

　As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder... Although there was no formal separation, the reality was clear. Theresa felt that she could no longer accept being separated for ten years at a time.

　"Oh? Then I'll come back and check on you when you've achieved something interesting."

　"Okay! It's a deal! You can't try to fool me with excuses like 'I'm busy, we'll talk about it later'."

　Having made the agreement, the Peach Demon King left a series of small bite marks on the man's face, and then remembered something else.

　"Who will accompany you? Lady Emengard?"

　She and Therese were both busy, and Ramalen was still unaware of his return. Kal'tsit was also far away in Gaul... Just thinking about Chen Lingxu going on a 'honeymoon' with that woman somewhere else made Peach Demon King want to shed peach juice.

　Is she going to receive something like, "If you want to know what Ah Xu looks like, watch this video" next time?

　Wow! She doesn't want to become a loser before this man falls in love with her!

　"Emanggard will stay. What? You want to go?"

　"I'd like to..."

　Theresa also wanted to give the black crown to someone else, like Therese, so that she could be freed.

　Yes. But it's better to keep those thoughts to yourself. Saying them out loud would only upset him, making him think she's unambitious, and then his goodwill would plummet.

　"However, it will take at least many more years before Kazdel can truly get back on track before I can let go and leave Kazdel for a short period of time."

　"You don't need to worry about this. I already have a suitable candidate in mind."

　"Who, who is it? Tell me, tell me!"

　Theresa wanted to know who the lucky person was; it couldn't possibly be that woman.

　This problem troubled Theresa for several days, and it wasn't until a week later, when Chen Lingxu was about to leave, that she finally met the person he had mentioned.

　Good morning, Your Highness Theresa.

　Much shorter than Beatrice, and only reaching Chen Lingxu's waist, she looked like a little girl. In reality, she was already an adult, and even the oldest dead souls would have to call her "Big Sister." The Sarkaz, with light green hair and a "world-weary" face, appeared in front of her.

　"So you're... a shapeshifter."

　Was the reason for choosing her the oldest and the one with the most life experience in Terra?

　"We are quite familiar with the Yan Kingdom as well. We can offer some assistance whatever His Majesty the Heavenly Venerable wishes to do."

　"Okay, okay. Then, I'll leave A-Xu in your care."

　Theresa handed her small bag containing fruit and snacks to the shapeshifter, and after a reluctant kiss with Chen Lingxu, she finally let go of him.

　Last night, the thought of him leaving made Peach Demon Queen exert herself so much that she fainted from exhaustion. I think her older sister finished the second half for her.

　"Little Te, you're such a worrywart. If you want me to come back, you'd better step up your game and achieve something great to show me."

　Chen Lingxu pinched the big peach's chubby cheeks and called to the shapeshifters to prepare to set off.

　"Wow! Teacher, remember to contact Amy using the Life Box if you need anything! Don't forget!"

　The little lich, realizing he'd been forgotten, quickly called out to him, reminding him that he still had a lich student.

　Chen Lingxu chewed on the Life Box, which he had used as chewing gum to kill time, listened to the little lich's shameful wails, grabbed the shapeshifter, and soared into the sky, heading straight for the clouds.

　"Hmm. My friend, he's gone, you can finally relax for a while. Ah, it's work time now, I need to stay sober enough to make judgments... Oh, in other words, I'm doing experiments lately and can't drink, lest I make a mistake."

　"up to you……"

　As Therese watched the bartender skillfully bring over a bowl of stir-fried peas, she wondered if she should switch to a different pub in the future, lest she become a regular here and be recognized by others.

　"Since you say you're doing research, what progress have you made?"

　When the last test tube from last night was placed in front of her, Therese finally breathed a sigh of relief.

　God knows how fulfilling her life has been this past week.

　Not only is he responsible for Kazdel's military training, city defense and security, and all sorts of other miscellaneous affairs, but he also has to assist his sister and squeeze out some free time to provide material support for this guy's 'Demon King's Son' project.

　She'd better give her a useful progress report now, or Therese will show her just how much force she used to shatter the heart of that Wendigo king.

　"Of course, of course. Do you want to hear it?"

　"nonsense."

　She picked up her drink and took a sip with the fried peas, while Therese watched her utter a string of incomprehensible words.

　"Do not talk nonsense."

　"Alright, alright. But you should learn more about these things, so you don't feel like I'm deceiving you, my friend."

　The Sarkaz of the White Horn changed their wording to make Therese understand.

　“Our Celestial Venerable is no longer considered a ‘living being.’ His current state is more like that of a dead soul or a lich. His physical body is merely a manifestation of energy. He feels and functions the same as an ordinary person, but once dissected, one will find that he is completely different from us.”

　"His flesh and blood, his bones, everything about him, are just different forms of energy aggregation. Even what you brought me... only looks like male XY. You must have smelled it and tasted it. And its smell and taste, is it like this glass of strong liquor? With a certain indescribable 'fragrance,' it is as rich as cream when it enters the mouth, and when it is swallowed, it is as hot as the strong liquor. And the feeling after being slightly drunk is unforgettable."

　Therese glanced at the wine glass in her hand and did not respond, but the fact that she did not continue drinking proved that what the other party said was true.

　“I’m not here to discuss these things with you… Don’t tell me that this is all the information you’ve received these days…”

　Watching the other person talk at length about 'fine wine' just like the other drunkards around them, Therese really wanted to punch this pervert.

　"Of course not. I'm just telling you that because of these changes in him, it's impossible for him to have offspring through ordinary reproductive methods. But coincidentally... if it's this kind of energy aggregation, I have some ideas."

　How long will it take to see results?

　"Don't rush, my friend. Even if I put all my energy into this, it will take at least a year to see any progress. He might not be back in a year. We have plenty of time."

　"I don't believe our Demon King can either."

　She could still work diligently while pregnant. Moreover, nurturing the offspring of such a wondrous creature requires an enormous amount of energy; the meager nutrients obtained from ordinary food are insufficient to sustain the health of both mother and child. Reckless use of nutrients could result in the deaths of both.

　"...It's best this way."

　Watching Therese leave, the white-horned Sarkaz, one hand on his lower abdomen and the other leaning on his sword, stood up and slowly walked out of the tavern, humming a little tune to soothe a child.

　"Hehe... Don't rush... Don't rush... Quessina. The day you are born will shock everyone. Including... your 'father'."

　Chapter 42 Likes deer?

　A light drizzle washed over the earth, and the sudden downpour forced passersby to gather in a roadside teahouse.

　"Excuse me, do you offer shared tables here?"

　As the tea leaves in my hand went down my throat, the bitterness from the inferior tea leaves far outweighed any sweet aftertaste they could have provided.

　Hearing the question, the man opened his eyes. His peculiar eyes brought an unspeakable pressure to the gloomy, rainy day, while the golden sun emitted a captivating light in the pitch-black night.

　"Oh? Sure, I have some tea here. Please feel free to take some if you like."

　Upon seeing the person before him clearly, and after his gaze swept over her wet, colorful hair, the man's cold expression vanished instantly, as if the sun had dispelled the clouds and showered warmth and enthusiasm upon the earth once more.

　"Thank you."

　The deer girl folded up her oil-paper umbrella and placed it on the side of the stool. She carefully sat down, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked up the teapot to pour herself a cup.

　The tea was hot, and although the tea leaves were of inferior quality, a sip on this slightly chilly, rainy day was enough to warm up my body, which had been chilled by the rain and cold wind.

　"Phew... the weather really changes in an instant."

　After drinking the tea, the deer woman held the cup in her two jade-carved hands, feeling the steam from the tea seep into her palms. She then began to talk to the man opposite her.

　The man before her was wearing a long black robe embroidered with gold-edged patterns. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she felt that there were tadpole-like red fire patterns swimming on the robe.

　Looking at his face, he was handsome and had an exceptionally beautiful appearance. His long, ink-black hair was tied up with a lotus-shaped golden crown, on which were a pair of crescent-shaped silver branches and qilin horns. Behind him hung a long and strong tail with white scales and black mane.

　Just by looking at the person in front of you from afar, you can tell that he comes from a wealthy family and is not someone to be trifled with.

　If the teahouse hadn't been packed with people, including merchants and woodcutters, she wouldn't have bothered to speak to her.

　“That’s right. The rain suddenly started, which has blocked my way. My journey to Baizhao will have to be postponed for a few more days.”

　The man, upon hearing her words, did not leave her in the awkward position of talking to herself. During their conversation, the deer woman discovered that he was not as cold, taciturn, and unapproachable as he appeared. On the contrary, he was very warm and would complain about the weather as easily as ordinary people would.