Love is not as fun as World of Warcraft

Shirasaka looked at the figure with some caution. If his guess was correct, this person was probably the so-called boss who managed the mine and the culprit who caused the previous tragedy.

Judging from his back, it was obvious that this thing could no longer be called a human. After all, his nearly three-meter-tall stature and his thick left arm that had completely turned into a crystal were not something a normal human could possess.

But the strange thing is that Shirasaka could not sense any danger from him, even though he was standing with his back to her. If he didn't look carefully, Shirasaka would even mistake him for a statue.

When Nanashiki Mio behind him moved the high-intensity flashlight in her hand in front of her, completely illuminating the figure in front of her who seemed to be half-kneeling, Shirasaka finally understood why he had such a strange feeling.

It wasn't that there was something wrong with his intuition, but simply that the figure of the monster half-kneeling on the ground had already lost its life characteristics as a living creature. A pure golden spear pierced through its body directly from the front of it, nailing it to the ground in a half-kneeling posture. This was the reason why it was able to maintain this posture.

But because of this, Shirasaka was even more confused. What was going on? It looked like the ritual he'd planned to perform had clearly succeeded. So, why had he died in this state?

The mystery was not solved, but made things even more confusing.

Chapter 113 Yastolu

Shirasaka didn't know what exactly happened here, but one thing was very obvious in front of him.

That is, this monster in front of him is obviously worth a lot of experience, and he is afraid that he has come too late, resulting in no benefit at all.

Walking silently to the side of the corpse, Baisaka looked him up and down. If he looked carefully, he could barely make out what he looked like when he was alive. He should be a middle-aged man with a full beard.

It's just that his expression seemed to be still in ecstasy of having accomplished something, but judging from the scene, he had no time to be happy, and was probably stabbed to death on the spot by the golden spear.

On his abnormally swollen arm, Shirasaka also saw some familiar things. Judging from the strange amber luster and the bit of power still remaining on it, Shirasaka could more or less conclude that this thing was basically the same thing in the bodies of the group of fanatics of the Xuyan Secret Cult that he had encountered before.

So, this guy turned into this by using the thing given to him by the Xuyan Secret Sect?

Then Shirasaka came to a conclusion about his previous guess. Maybe he really killed all those miners together. After all, if it was in this form, it would not be a problem for him to deal with ordinary people.

After carefully examining the remains on the corpse and making sure that he had left nothing behind, Shirasaka focused his attention on the golden spear in his chest that had caused him to become what he was now.

A gorgeous and dazzling golden light flowed on the golden spear. Rather than saying that this thing was a spear, in fact, Shirasaka felt that it was more like the spikes in his hand, a product of nature.

After all, there is actually no such thing as a gun head or gun body. It is simply a long sharp spike.

But this cool shape coupled with the faint golden light still remaining on it gave it an inexplicable sense of nobility. Shirasaka couldn't help but look at this thing and swallowed a little.

Putting aside other things, just looking at the shape, this thing is obviously made of pure gold. How much could such a long pure gold spear be worth? Shirasaka didn't even dare to imagine it.

After hesitating for a while, Shirasaka reached out and touched the golden spear that pierced the corpse. In the blink of an eye, the original golden spear disappeared from its original place, and the corpse of the monster, which had lost its support, fell down. The moment it hit the floor, it turned into a pile of black dust.

Shirasaka took out the spear from his backpack. Feeling that there seemed to be some power flowing inside it, his first thought was to take a bite of it.

After all, this is the most convenient way to identify gold, right?

Judging from the feel and weight alone, Shirasaka felt that this thing was solid gold, but he would have to go out and verify the final result later.

After finishing the exploration, Shirasaka was about to pack up and leave the mine to sort out his gains, but he felt that the dark red patterns around him suddenly lit up.

Along with it, the red gate painted with red paint in front of the corpse also lit up.

"..."

It turns out that being naughty is a bad habit. I must find a way to quit it in the future.

Shirasaka wanted to slap himself but he realized something was wrong the moment the huge red door lit up. He wanted to evacuate immediately but stopped halfway.

The gaze from behind the gate was locked on him. If he wanted to run now, he didn't know if he could succeed, but the Seven-Colored Mio on his back would most likely be in danger.

He turned his head stiffly. At least Shirasaka didn't sense any hostility or murderous intent in that gaze. He definitely couldn't run away now, so he could only take it one step at a time.

When Shirasaka turned around, he realized why he only felt one gaze, because behind the three-person-high door, all he could see was a single golden eye.

The light emanating from the pupils, which were as bright as shining gold, even illuminated the dark cave like a giant searchlight. Shirasaka could even see some tiredness in them, as if he had just woken up.

The eye first scanned the space, and finally stopped on the golden spear in Baisaka's hand.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Shirasaka naturally knew what was going on. So, the guy's previous ritual had really succeeded, right? This clearly meant that the Earth Goddess had been summoned, but he didn't know what he had done to anger the God, which led to such a result.

This time, the random triggering of his passive skills finally got him into trouble.

"Well... I just thought that no one would want this thing if it was just sitting there."

Shirasaka put down the golden spear in his hand somewhat embarrassedly. Now that the owner of this thing has returned, the thing must be returned to its original owner.

But that eye only glanced at the golden spear that Shirasaka put down, and then looked at Shirasaka with its reptilian vertical pupil.

Shirasaka only felt a strong sense of oppression coming from the front. When he turned around, he saw that Nanashiki Mio, who was lying on his back, had fainted directly, leaving him alone to face everything in front of him.

Not knowing whether sleeping would work in this situation, Shirasaka could only hope that this thing didn't have any buffs like resistant skin or magic immunity, otherwise it wouldn't be easy for him to escape.

The only good news that could make Shirasaka feel a little relieved was that he had not yet seen any hostility towards him in this eye. It was more like a gaze of scrutiny and curiosity looking at him, as if it was a little confused as to why he was standing there.

"Earthmu Goddess Yastolu?"

Tentatively, Shirasaka called out the name that Ichinose Kagami told him. He wasn't sure if the other party was the kind of god who would get angry just because a mortal called his name, but he was a god of abundance, so he didn't look like an evil god at all, did he?

Of course, there might be some problems with the sacrifices and rituals involved in the summoning, but that was done by the previous supervisor and has nothing to do with him.

It seemed that he did not expect Shirasaka to call his name directly. A hint of surprise flashed in the golden pupil that was originally blocking the doorway, and then, in Shirasaka's somewhat surprised gaze, the pupil retreated.

It was because of this that Shirasaka was able to see what the scenery was like behind this door that looked like a teleportation portal.

It was not what Shirasaka had imagined. The previous supervisor had gone to great lengths to simply summon an eye, but the other party's body was so huge that the gate could only accommodate one of its eyes.

As its body retreated backwards, Shirasaka was finally able to see the other party's huge body and the golden palace behind it that looked like it was made of gold.

What attracted Shirasaka the most was, of course, what was displayed in his field of vision, marked on the decorative stones behind him.

[Large gold ore that can be mined: Gold +10 after use]

【Gold reserves: ??? / ???】

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the Golden Earth God whose title is directly made of gold. This is just a corner of the golden mountain that makes Shirasaka feel what the true symbol of wealth is.

This is what he needs to pursue. If he can own these gold mines, then he won’t have to worry about gold coins in the future?

But unfortunately, Shirasaka also knew how unreliable her idea was. Judging from the size of the opponent and the terrifying feeling of oppression, she was worthy of the title of God, and was completely different from those embarrassing things in Neon Legend.

"Mortal, how did you know my true name? Did you participate in that disrespectful act?"

A low and somewhat magnetic female voice sounded directly from Shirasaka's mind, which woke him up from the gold mine on the ground and made him look towards the source of the voice.

Well, if you look closely, you'll see these gorgeous twisted horns, the platinum dragon head that's beautiful yet lacks its majesty, and the thick golden scales covering its entire body that look like a long skirt...

Apart from the fact that it didn't look like a crawling lizard, but was more like a four-legged winged dragon in Western mythology, the appearance of the god in front of him was at least 80% similar to the image of the Xuanhuilong in Shirasaka's memory that appeared in the game and was nicknamed the rich woman.

Thinking of this, Shirasaka suddenly felt that the oppression brought to him by this god was much less. At least he was someone he knew, right?

Moreover, compared to the giant dragon in the game, which was simply given the title of Earth God and was actually just a monster without much intelligence, at least the god in front of him did not seem to be uncommunicative?

Shirasaka even heard a hint of inquiry and politeness in the other party's tone, as if he already had an answer and just wanted to confirm it with him.

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Chapter 114: Very easy to talk to

"Can you believe me when I say I'm here to sort this mess out?"

As the saying goes, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is. The strength of the god in front of him is unquestionable, so Shirasaka naturally used the honorific title for him.

There's no need to kneel down anyway, so it's not shameful to use a more respectful title.

As for what he said, there was nothing unreasonable about it. After all, what Shirasaka did when he entered the mine was really equivalent to cleaning up the mess for the previous supervisor. Otherwise, the two evil spirits in here alone would be enough to give people a headache.

"I believe you. You don't have that disgusting smell."

Through the door, Shirasaka clearly saw that the huge golden dragon did not speak, but its voice was transmitted to his mind accurately, and it did not make him feel noisy.

Shirasaka could only say that this outrageous telepathic communication alone was enough to prove the other party's strength.

Fortunately, it seemed to have determined that Shirasaka was not the same kind of person as the previous supervisor, and its eyes became kinder as it looked at Shirasaka through the gate.

"How dare you defile my temple with blood? This is disrespectful!"

When mentioning the supervisor who was obviously killed by it alone, the dragon's tone was a little angry. Obviously, compared to Baisaka, the previous supervisor's attempt to summon it with a blood sacrifice had obviously touched the reverse scale of the Earth Mother Goddess.

Come to think of it, if he can be called the God of Mu, then he must be the representative of kindness. How can he require a blood sacrifice to appear?

The rumors should call him the evil god, not the god of fertility.

"I think what you said makes sense. If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first. Enjoy your meal, old man."

Shirasaka nodded seriously. Although he was quite interested in the gold mines behind the god in front of him, he knew that the current situation was obviously not the time to think about this. He could only give the god an awkward smile and then wanted to find an excuse to leave.

Although it didn't seem to have any intentions against him at the moment, gods generally had erratic tempers. Who knew what would happen if he disagreed with it and touched upon its potential dangers? It was definitely better to avoid provoking it directly.

But to Shirasaka's surprise, just as he was about to turn around, he saw a golden wall appear out of nowhere, blocking his way.

"No, I'm very interested in you."

She did not hide her curiosity about Shirasaka at all. Even through the door that looked like it could not accommodate her, the Earth Mother Goddess did not seem to want to let Shirasaka leave so easily.

Seeing that the other party didn't even make any movement, as if he had summoned such a flash of golden wall with just a thought, Shirasaka knew his situation. He could only sigh helplessly, then turned around and faced the god opposite him again.

Is there something strange about me? Otherwise, how could I attract someone's interest?

Looking at the giant dragon in front of him with some confusion, Shirasaka scratched his head. After hesitating for a while, he decided to ask directly.

"I wonder what it is about me that could attract Miss Yastulu. If you could point it out directly, maybe we can discuss it, right?"

Seeing that the other party didn't have much of a godly air, Shirasaka became more relaxed. Plus, since he couldn't run away now, he simply chose a more relaxed way of talking.

Being polite all the time is not something he is good at.

"Ms. Astulu?"

It seemed that it had not expected that Shirasaka would call it this. The giant dragon, which was originally lying in a lazy and elegant posture, stretched its wings and looked at Shirasaka with an even more interested look in its eyes.

It can be determined by itself that Shirasaka and the guy who summoned it are probably not the same kind of people. The reason why she kept him here is simply because Shirasaka has treasures that she is interested in. But as it communicates with him, it gradually feels that compared to the things on him, this young man himself seems quite interesting.

After all, how many years has it been since anyone called themselves Miss?

Of course, it doesn't dislike these things. It's just a title. As long as it doesn't have any insulting meaning, it can accept it. This is the tolerance from God.

"If you like to communicate this way, that's fine. Relatively speaking, it might be easier for us."

Just when Shirasaka was worried that it might be a little angry because of this name, Yastru's answer seemed a little more casual.

As if to match the name of Shirasaka, it even gave up the somewhat classical name and used a more everyday tone.

"I won't beat around the bush. You have a treasure that I'm interested in. If it's convenient, could you let me take a look at it?"

The golden eyes were half-closed, and there was not much of a firm tone in the voice that could not be refused. Instead, there was a tone of negotiation. If Shirasaka had not just seen it raise its hand to lock itself in here, he would have really thought that this was just a simple discussion between friends.

But when it told him why it did this, Shirasaka felt relieved. If it was simply interested in his things, then the problem would be easy to solve. But he was afraid that if this thing took a fancy to his person, he would not be able to let go.

"Treasure? Is this it?"

Shirasaka hesitated. In fact, the only things that could be seen on him at the moment, apart from the clothes, were the two Yamaba kitchen knives in his hands for self-defense. But obviously, this kind of monster product, which might seem strange to ordinary people, must be nothing in front of this kind of god.

So after thinking about it, Shirasaka could only guess that the two items in the backpack were treasures unique to Warcraft.

After taking the artist mask out of the backpack, Shirasaka was very curious about why it could see the things in his backpack, but considering that the other party was a god after all, and with strong enough abilities, it seemed that nothing was impossible, so he let it go.

Taking out the artist's mask and shaking it towards the giant dragon on the other side of the door, Shirasaka spoke directly to confirm with it.

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about. It's something that's unique in the world and has never been seen before."

There was clearly a hint of fanatical desire in his tone, but fortunately, Shirasaka didn't sense much greed in it. Although the look he gave through the door at his hand was full of possessiveness, he didn't do anything to snatch it away.

Can I just say that the other party seems to be quite well-behaved? Shirasaka didn't think he would be able to stop it if it really tried to snatch it from him by force, but it seemed that although it liked it, it still managed to maintain its restraint and maintain its elegant image.

Considering the opponent's display, the magnificent palace behind it, and the iconic golden special effects of its various skills, it was hard for Shirasaka not to guess that this god probably had a serious collecting habit.

Dragons are creatures that love all kinds of shiny things, and it is rumored that a dragon's treasure is a must-have for every dragon. So theoretically, every dragon has a special collecting habit, and it has almost become a habit.

It seems that the reason why the god in front of him has the appearance of a golden dragon is also reasonable. Obviously, he has not been able to break away from this secular concept.

"Well, this thing is very important to me. If..."

“Is this price enough?”