Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

“My account is marked with compliments from everyone!”

"Mars!"

"Invincible rich family!"

To be honest, Mori Yuesa really didn't want to hit Arrietty, but she was afraid that the little goblin would be too confident.

the most important is.

oops.

Not to mention she was feeling uncomfortable.

"that…"

"Ok?"

Mori Yuesha bit her lip to suppress her smile: "Arrietty... I spent a lot of money on the game you played. You knew that, right?"

"Of course, thank you."

"No, I mean... the title above the account." Mori Yuesha paused and threw a powerful punch: "As long as you recharge a certain amount, the system will give it to you..."

Quiet.

Without waiting for a response, Mori Yuesa threw a second punch: "There's one more. That equipment of yours. I actually tried it when I was bored."

"Stand still and keep pressing the skill with one finger—"

"One can defeat a hundred."

A second fierce uppercut passed through the arm blockade and accurately hit a certain Thumbelina's chin.

"so…"

"It is the victory of money, Arrietty."

KO

Chapter 89 The Victory of Money

"It's not the technology that wins, it's the yen that wins"

Arrietty couldn't accept this at all.

“I’m obviously a technical person…”

um.

Mori Yuesha remembered the male account "Fairy King" created by the little fairy, but he had many titles.

God of War: Physical/Magic Damage +10%

Invincible Wealth: Magic recovery speed +20%

Wind Rider: Movement Speed ​​+5%

Dragon: HP/MP +15%

Son of God: Attacks add true damage

Craftsman: The probability of creating the highest level equipment is increased!

Conqueror: Increases the chance of a critical hit when hitting!

There are about 20 to 30 scattered titles, most of which are given by the system after recharging to a certain VIP level - such as "Invincible Wealthy Family", "Dragon", "Son of God", etc.

A full VIP account is so scary.

"I think I recharged several million." Mori Yuesha recalled: "I played it a few times while you were taking a shower, and found that two or three skills could kill a lot of people. It was so boring, so I never played it again..."

Arrietty: ...

Perhaps, a professional player who should have been on the rise fell in his golden dream before he even embarked on his professional journey.

"That kind of game doesn't take the user's operating level into consideration at all." Unlike Nagini's half-knowledge, thanks to the children led by Oishi, Mori Yuesa can be said to understand the game.

After all, I bought a lot for the kids.

"Arrietty, you should try some dress-up games, or MOBAs. I saw Oishi play them. There are also shooting games and racing games. They're much more interesting."

Arrietty turned a deaf ear to Mori Yuesha's advice. She was still immersed in the mood of loss.

So, I am proud of my self-proclaimed graceful movements, fierce attacks, and good timing of dodging skills.

I am so proud of myself!!

puff.

"Mori Yuesha... why didn't you tell me..." The little fairy who was still struggling to save her self-esteem, grabbed a strand of her queen's hair and murmured: "My skills, my gorgeous operation, could it be..."

Is it all the power of the Japanese yen?

"Well, that's probably it." Mori Yuesha said with a smile: "I just wanted you to have fun, but who knew you would have so many associations."

Excuse me, let me sail away.

Get away from this embarrassing world.

"It's okay. There's a very popular competitive game right now. I'll play it with you when I'm free."

Comfort is ineffective.

Perhaps Arrietty would be sad for a day.

"Heh." Nagini snorted. She knew that this goblin with hydrocephalus in the brain was unreliable.

The chat ended with the death of a certain goblin's heart. After sweeping the second floor to the end, the group finally saw a living person again.

That's quite a lot.

There were many beds placed in the huge lounge. Along the edge of the wall, candles dimly illuminated the pale and lifeless faces. The place that originally belonged to the lounge of the sanatorium was now a place where the cultists placed their "items".

These elderly people, who had more or less mobility problems, were either leaning in wheelchairs or slumped in hospital beds; several middle-aged women holding sticks were moving around in the desperate atmosphere, and used syringes with blood still inside were scattered all over the ground.

This is their blood bank, and all those who have dedicated themselves to the sect are placed here.

Mori Yuesha and Nagini stepped in in the dim candlelight.

"who is it?"

The power outage directly resulted in insufficient light. After hearing the noise, the guard was stunned for a few seconds before turning around and picking up the candle on the stone platform.

The photo shows the faces of two young women.

"You are--"

"Do you feel that even if the other party answers your question, you will still be confused?" Mori Yuesha quickly approached the middle-aged woman and stuck to her before she picked up the candlestick: "Let's get to the point quickly."

The girl's bright face looked both gorgeous and eerie in the candlelight.

"Is Grandma Hiratsuka still alive?"

"The Hiratsuka family..." The candlestick was raised high, and the woman looked at Nagini uncertainly. To her, the tall woman behind her was obviously more threatening than the "minor" in front of her.

"Yes, yes, from the Hiratsuka family. Her wheelchair is very easy to push and can be pushed very fast!"

The woman gestured with her hands behind her back inconspicuously, and asked, "Did you just come in? Did you see--"

Snapped.

A crisp slap mixed with the sound of human bones.

The woman who was speaking just now turned her head 180 degrees.

Bang.

The corpse fell headlong, and the candle in his hand fell off the candlestick and rolled under the bed.

"Just answer my question." Mori Yuesha withdrew her hand and looked at the other woman.

The woman who had just received the signal and picked up the iron rod froze in place.

"Excuse me, where is Grandma Hiratsuka?"

The girl's smiling face dissolved quietly in the darkness, the iron rod fell to the ground with a clang, and the woman holding the candlestick stood there without daring to move - when Mori Yuesha slowly walked over, she still maintained the original posture.

"Ping..." The trembling woman glanced at the corpse and said quickly: "She is dead."

…………

……

Not all believers in the hall have participated in the sacrifice ceremony. Some elderly people who are willing to sacrifice themselves have no chance to participate in the "holy blessing" ceremony of the Candle Lady due to physical reasons.

This makes them very...

Regret.

"Cults are so scary." Mori Yuesha was still in shock, feeling the hateful gazes from all around her. After holding back Nagini who was about to explode, Mori Yuesha found a more pleasing bed and squatted down.

Look straight at the old man on the bed.

She seemed to think Mori Yuesa was more terrifying.

"Hi?"

The skinny old man had protruding cheekbones and two cloudy eyeballs bulging.

"I'm Nobita Nobi, what's your name?"

"grandmother?"

The old man struggled to raise his head: "You...you! How dare you kill Lady Candle's men? You will be punished by the God of Candlelight!"

Mori Yuesa turned around and looked at Nagini.

"If I remember correctly, the wish-fulfilling tree only appeared for a day or two, right?"

Taking advantage of a day or two of chaos, the entire sanatorium was brainwashed?

Is this some kind of ritualist's ability?

Nagini patted Mori Yuesha's head and said, "Master, you don't understand how stupid people can be."

That's definitely beyond your imagination.

“Then you who blasphemed the gods are not stupid?” The skinny old man on the hospital bed said disdainfully: “The gods have appeared before our eyes, but some people pretend not to see or hear. Great God of Candlelight——”

Nagini pulled Mori Yuesha up and stood beside the bed, looking down at the old man who was about to start praying.

"The God of Candlelight? Have you seen him?"

The old man had an expression that said, "You are very ignorant." "How can a god easily smile at a mortal? He is above, in the sky, in—"

Nagini interrupted: "So, no one has seen it."

This sentence angered the old man on the hospital bed, or more believers.

Waves of curses and roars came from all directions.

Chapter 90 God Needs Money

"She can make fire with her bare hands, and the wax is her child,"

"The blood flows from our bodies to every believer,"

"We share each other's lives, banishing disease and bad luck—"

The sick believers were talking at once, and Nagini noticed that there was an old man who kept silent among them and winked at her secretly.

The woman walked around several beds and as she got closer, the other party's hints became more obvious.

"You're not a believer?"

The old man, who was about 70 or 80 years old, had scars all over his face, his hair had fallen out, and there were many old wounds on his neck and exposed arms. Even though he had lost a lot of blood, his eyes were still bright.