Huh? Are they all real?...

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Moen was browsing forums at home, watching the transmigrators discuss what they had discovered.

Most of it is meaningless chatter, but a small portion actually says something happened somewhere.

All of this will allow Moen to better understand what has become of that place.

As Moen was looking at the message, he received a message from Lily:

I must apologize to you.

Apologize to me?!

Moen clicked on it in surprise.

"what happened?"

Moen could clearly see Ms. Lily rubbing her temples with a headache across from him.

"I'd like to ask first, does Saint Constantine not want the Redemption Witch to know about his situation?"

Moen almost slid off the chair again.

How did you know that?!

After hesitating for a long time, Moen finally asked:

Why are you apologizing?

“You said you were serving Saint Constantine, and then I told others about it because I thought you two should be able to work together.”

"Because the other party is serving the Redemption Witch whose soul has been redeemed by the saints, and has accepted the witch's mission to find the saints, I rashly told the other party about your existence."

“Sir, I didn’t think too much about it at the time. I just thought you would get along well.”

This answer... Could it be Miss Leda?!

Seriously? Is your world of time travelers really that small?!

Moen wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to tell Lily that he was serving the saints?

But then I thought about it again, and it seems he didn't have any other reasonable explanation at the time.

Moreover, this happened at the very moment when he discovered that the Shadow had become a god and had assigned Lily to find him.

Does trying to escape only make you more trapped?!

Moen rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

He learned firsthand the power of this.

But the more this happened, the more determined Moen became to escape.

Moen knew that at this speed, he probably couldn't keep hiding forever.

But Moen knew even better that if he was so careful and still couldn't escape, then if he just stepped out directly, things would probably get even more outrageous.

Goddesses, enemies, once they arrive one after another

Moen didn't want to be involved in another apocalyptic war because of himself.

He had no interest in being the destroyer of the world.

Still using this ridiculous reason.

What should we do? Should we just let the witch find out about this?

Wait a minute, out of the corner of his eye, Moen noticed that the building behind Ms. Lily looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, wasn't that the park?

Is she in Truth City right now?

why?

"Are you in Truth City?"

"Yes, I will deliver your payment for the exorcism."

Is that person next to you?

"Sir, this was my personal mistake, and I am willing to compensate you as much as possible for it. However, I cannot answer any other questions."

Lily naturally didn't let Rita appear on her side, because she knew the other could see her.

After thinking for a moment, Moen directly opened Miss Leda's account.

The moment the chat box appeared, Miss Leda's video also appeared.

After briefly scanning the background behind Miss Leda.

Moen confirmed that they were both in that park at that moment.

You said you could compensate me?

"Yes, I sincerely hope I have the opportunity to express my apology."

"I need 100 million credits, cash, delivered immediately to where you just buried the money."

"One hundred million?"

Do you think that's too much?

Before Moen could angrily continue questioning her about whether she knew how much trouble she had caused him,

Moen stared wide-eyed as he saw:

"No, I just want to ask, is one hundred million enough?"

Holy crap, that's too little!

Moen stood there, stunned.

After much deliberation, Moen decided against raising the price at the last minute.

"One hundred million is enough!"

After uttering those words with great difficulty, Moen clutched his chest in anguish.

Chapter 100 The Enemy Who Was Unexpectedly Severely Injured

After rushing to the park, Moen couldn't help but twitch his lips as he looked at the construction crew in front of him.

This is such a thoughtful touch.

But how am I supposed to get in?

Moen still had the Ring, but he was out of money.

Left with no other option, Moen could only dial Al's number:

“Aier, it’s me, Moen.”

"Moen! How's your training going? Is the new company good?"

As for how to make Al not be surprised by his disappearance, Moen's solution was to say that he had found a new job and was attending a closed training program.

Al, who had never doubted Moen, naturally believed it.

"Great, it's just that I accidentally froze my account. Air, could you lend me some money for a quick fix?"

Why did you freeze the account? How much do you want?

"Forehead."

Moen glanced at the park in front of him and tentatively said:

"Maybe fifty thousand, no, ten thousand, ten thousand is definitely no problem!"

"So many? Moen, did something happen to you? You weren't kidnapped, were you?"

"Huh? How could that be? Who would kidnap a poor guy like me? I'm just worried about encountering an accident where I urgently need money."

"You know, I always need to have money on hand just in case."

Moen felt a pang of conscience about deceiving Aier.

Is it really that inhumane to deceive such an easy girl?

But it doesn't matter. Once he gets the money, he can not only return it but also spend it lavishly with Aier!

"You're right, I'll give you 100,000."

One hundred thousand? !

Upon hearing the number, Moen couldn't help but clench his fist!

As expected, it has to be your own brothers!

"Don't worry, Aier, I'll repay you double!"

"Hahaha, okay, okay! If you give me back my 200,000, we'll go out for a nice meal!"

Clearly, Ayl did not believe him at all.

However, the 100,000 credits from Air were immediately transferred to Moen's account.

Seeing the help from my good brother.

Moen confidently began planning his route.

After thinking it over, it's better to climb over the hill next to the garbage treatment plant next to the park!

Even if the 100 million hasn't arrived yet, as long as I can get a few million from my former boss, there's always a way to make things work.

One hundred million—no matter how you calculate it, it'll make the two of them 'forget' about this.

The only problem is that if the two of them directly encounter the witch or the shadow, they might discover something amiss.

Although the Lord of the Rings is also a level zero sealed artifact, Moen really lacked confidence when facing the outstanding female protagonist he had nurtured.

After shaking his head, Moen forcibly dispelled these unnecessary thoughts.

Just do what you can do.

It's unnecessary; thinking about it is pointless.

In order to avoid the construction workers and the two superhumans, Rita.

Moen moved carefully up the hill behind the mountain.

The road isn't difficult to walk on, but the smell from the garbage treatment plant next door is a bit outrageous.

To Moen's surprise, he saw several vintage cars neatly arranged on the open ground of the processing plant on the hillside.

"A retro car with four wheels? Are those rich people so unwilling to even take such an expensive car, or is it something else?"

This unusual situation caught Moen's attention.

But Moen had no intention of going any deeper; it was none of his business.

His priority now is to get the money quickly and then secretly take advantage of the two women.

-

In the factory building at the foot of Moen.

When Moen walked over the altar and stepped onto the head of the altar in a physical sense.

The man hailed as pope is baptizing several newly joined wealthy individuals.

"May the Lord's mercy be sprinkled on your shoulders."

"May the King's favor descend upon you."

"willing"

Before he could continue speaking, he heard a metallic twisting sound coming from behind him.

The sound was loud and piercing.

It was as if the rage suppressed for millions of years by an ancient behemoth had finally erupted.

This made him instinctively stop his hand, which was continuously sprinkling holy water on several wealthy people.

Such a loud noise naturally attracted the attention of the others.