King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1266 - 1266 1252 The Revival of the Evil God

Chapter 1266: Chapter 1252: The Revival of the Evil God Chapter 1266: Chapter 1252: The Revival of the Evil God “I wonder if this metal sphere could be given as a gift to His Excellency, the Mechanism Emperor?”

The slender Golden Giant Dragon sized up the metal sphere in front of it, which had a radius of a hundred meters and was damaged on one side. Although the damage made the sphere—which was interwoven with metallic threads like the surface of a cantaloupe—look rather unsightly, its massive size was still quite impressive. Even the Golden Giant Dragon seemed small in comparison.

“Your Majesty, this is after all the crystallization of a civilization, presenting it as a gift to another Lord, I believe it is feasible.”

The Red Giant Dragon, with an even more enormous body and extremely muscular limbs, spoke to the Golden Dragon with a hint of flattery and caution in its voice.

“Of course, you would need to repair the damage we’ve caused. Otherwise, it would indeed be rather inappropriate.”

“Repair it, huh.”

The peculiarly shaped metal sphere, vast in size, slowly revolved at the thought of the Golden Dragon, and that particularly heavily damaged crevice came into his view.

“It’s not difficult, actually. Lord, as long as you are willing to provide enough resources, the monster inside that is bound by a collective consciousness can repair itself.”

“Aren’t you afraid of digging your own grave with such a suggestion? After all, this thing is going to be placed in my world,” Muria chuckled, glancing at the Red Dragon Auston, who was loath to return to the world, preferring to wander on the outside despite facing the oppression of the world’s laws.

In Auston’s mind, there were no enemies at present. Being oppressed was just that; despite not losing all of his combat power, he valued freedom over discomfort.

“Your Excellency, I have faith in your magnificent power. Under your protection, even if that monster were to be restored to its full state, it would be unable to break through the seal you’ve set and harm us.”

Auston drew in his claws and looked at the metal sphere, which was now sealed by Muria and had shrunk in size by tens of thousands of times compared to its original form. There was little fear in his eyes.

As a lone dragon, faced with a planet-level creation of this nature, he would naturally flee as far as possible. Even in a sealed state, he would never come into contact with it.

But within the great world of Lord Muria, even if Vida were in a complete state, so what? He had just followed the Subordinate Army and, without Muria’s intervention, had destroyed this planet-level creation and controlled its core.

Now, even if the toy was repaired and an accident occurred, allowing it to break the seal, with the Subordinate Army around, destroying it again would be no problem.

“Enough with such pointless talk. As long as I exist, Vida won’t be able to break through my seal.”

Muria waved his claws dismissively, supremely confident in his sealing technique. Sealing an entity whose power level hadn’t even reached legendary was naturally easy to capture. Though it was a spectacular being the size of a planet, compared to him, it amounted to very little.

“Are you sure you want to continue to suffer the suppression of the laws by my side? Don’t you feel uncomfortable right now?”

“Thank you for your concern, Lord. Although it is somewhat uncomfortable, it’s still within tolerable limits,” replied the Red Dragon Auston contentedly. It was care from a being of legend.

“Auston, you too now possess the power of the Legend Seventh Rank. Such a power is enough to draw the attention of the World Will. Staying by my side for an extended period could increase the risk of my true identity being exposed. I have no plans to walk this world in my true form yet.”

Muria spoke bluntly to the Red Dragon, showing no consideration for its feelings because the creature didn’t have the least bit of self-awareness. Didn’t it know its status in a different world was that of a stowaway?

It could be struck down by the thunder from the sky at any moment. Being struck was one thing, but implicating him would be quite another matter.

“Your Excellency!”

Hearing Muria’s words, the ancient Red Dragon, thousands of years old, appeared as if it had eaten a ton of bitter gourds, its eyes filled with aggrievement.

“For your own good, as well as mine, could you please stay in my world?” Muria asked again.

“Lord, I can serve as your mount,” Auston said hesitantly, still reluctant to enter Muria’s world because it was too monotonous there, and he was tired of the long years of hibernation.

“There’s no need for that. You are too powerful, it’s not suitable,” Muria flatly refused. To him, the Old Red Dragon seemed like a mobile Heavenly Punishment explosive, ready to detonate at any moment.

“Lord, aren’t you skilled at sealing? You could seal a portion of my strength. That way, the possibility of drawing the World Will’s attention and calling down the Heavenly Punishment would be much reduced, right?”

Red Dragon Auston, under a flash of spirit light, immediately proposed a compromise idea. In its view, there was a much higher chance that its master would accept such an idea.

“A seal?” Muria raised an eyebrow, without hesitation, agreed to the proposition. He harbored the thought of using this old subordinate as an experiment.

If he sealed Auston’s strength and thus reduced the World Will’s suppression on him, then such a method could be further expanded and even widely promoted.

Of course, Muria merely contemplated how to apply such a method on a large scale to his own minions. As for the epics, forget it. Reducing the World Will was already considered an arcane technique for external legends, so how could one casually use sealing techniques to achieve it.

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The hundreds of meters long giant wheel slowly approached the shore with a wailing sound, and once it stopped behind the ship, the dockworkers who were free at the moment swarmed over, hoping they could be selected to earn meager wages for cheap labor.

Among them, those with strong bodies were easily picked out by the foreman in charge of the workers and led away. Those who were left dispersed with looks of disappointment on their faces.

In the evening, when the sun was about to sink below the horizon, the dim docks saw the workers, who had busied themselves all day, begin to disperse in groups of threes and twos. At such visibility, even if they could continue working with a relentless spirit, dragging their weary bodies, the environment would not allow it.

“Modo’s body is really too robust, I feel that ever since this guy started working at the docks, I earn more than ten coppers less every day.”

“Cut the bull, you only earn a few coppers a day, and you’re saying you lose ten every day? If that were true, you would have picked a fight with him already.”

“Hey hey, if Nige dares to pick a fight with Modo, one punch would knock him down, we could send him straight to the crematorium.”

“You guys shouldn’t make such awful jokes. But speaking of which, Modo really is incredibly strong. I reckon he can do the work of ten men all by himself.”

“I think it’s more than ten, probably closer to twenty.”

“Who cares how many, he can’t go to the sky, can he? At the end of the day, Modo is just stronger physically, he’s still like us, destined to be lower class.”

Dragging their exhausted bodies, the dockworkers each returned to their own homes, among them, a man who stood head and shoulders above the rest, towering nearly two meters tall with muscles coiling like serpents.

The dockworkers who sold their manual labor were from the lowest ranks of the poor, generally of weak and diminutive build, so such a towering figure was extremely rare; after all, no matter how good one’s genes were, it required sufficient nutrition to grow so big.

Such an outlier naturally attracted attention, leading to resentment and envy. Modo, who had been the center of attention for many years due to his physique, had long grown accustomed to it and paid no mind to the malice contained in the glances.

As the dockworkers entered the dilapidated and overcrowded slums of the city, with sewage flowing in the streets, the number of workers around Modo dwindled, until he was the only one left walking on the streets now shrouded in darkness.

But the darkness surrounding him wasn’t total darkness, as light from the wealthy districts several blocks away cast a dim glow into the dirty and impoverished areas of the city.

This light created distorted, sinister, and horrifying shadows on the ground, coupled with rats and bugs scuttling across the ground, making the slums resemble a ghastly and intimidating ghostly domain poised to devour anyone.

However, this terrifying scene didn’t cause any change in the muscular man Modo’s expression. He simply listened quietly to the breathing coming from the dilapidated houses around him and moved through the sewage-filled streets with almost silent steps like a ghost.

Eventually, Modo returned to his temporary home, a clean and tidy old stone house, which was considered a mansion in the slums.

And once Modo was back home, he silently lit a kerosene lamp—a luxury for commoners—filling his not-so-large stone house with light.

At first, when the light was lit, it attracted greedy jackals, but as the light consistently shone every evening in the slums, no one dared to cause trouble again. No one is a fool; even rats that scavenged through garbage to survive in the gutters were no exception.

In the flickering lamplight, Modo sat quietly on a stone bed with only a straw mat, like an ancient statue. But when a pure white, sacred light gleamed in front of him, the ancient statue turned back into a man.

“Modo, report on the situation in the city you’re in,” an old voice echoed in the stone house, tinged with a hint of concern.

“Respected elder, no signs of the Evil God’s corruption have been discovered yet, but in my view, it won’t be long before the Evil God invades here. This city is the best hotbed for the Evil God to restore its power,” Modo reported.

“The resentment caused by poverty has been an issue ever since the establishment of our civilization that we have been unable to solve. All we can do is try to delay it as much as possible,” the unseen old voice sighed.