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Chapter 1398 - 999, Card Collecting Craze_2

Chapter 1398: Chapter 999, Card Collecting Craze_2

Viola’s pupils suddenly contracted.

"I really... broke through?"

Ecstasy swept through her whole body like an electric current.

The level shackle that hadn’t advanced for years was broken within just a few days after joining Gold and Silver Island.

Wu Heng’s method was indeed effective!

At this rate, Hero Level is just around the corner!

"I can definitely become a Hero!" Viola clenched the crystal stone, her words full of excitement and fervor.

At this time, laughter echoed from outside the door.

Mini, Robey, and Philippa came in giggling, holding snacks in their hands.

"Sister Viola!" Robey waved her phone excitedly, "We saw your gold card!"

Viola immediately leaned over; the card collection craze on the island in recent days forced her to wear a hood when going out.

Though not as embarrassing as a wanted poster, this sudden ’celebrity treatment’ still made her a bit uncomfortable.

On the phone screen, a dazzling photo of a gold card shone brilliantly.

[Smoke Nightmare Queen - Viola]

On the card, she wore a dark purple crown, draped in a cloud-patterned robe, lazily leaning on the throne.

Gray smoke swirled around her fingertips, her gaze scornful and majestic, as if she was looking down on all beings.

"Is this... me?" Viola was momentarily speechless.

Mini leaned over with a smile, "Sister, you’re the God of Wealth on the island now, everyone wants the gold card to exchange for gold coins!"

"A means of promoting fame, what God of Wealth or not," Viola said softly.

Then walked towards the training ground.

The others, seeing how hard she was working, also changed into training clothes and began training.

...

Sky Fox Village.

Wu Heng and Xiao Xiao were discussing the myth story they had just heard.

"The clan members have already started packing," the Lady drifted in, "they’ve decided to go with us to Gold and Silver Island."

Xiao Xiao leaned over, "Auntie, how did you persuade them?"

"They suggested it themselves, we killed that Sect Guardian, and sooner or later there would be trouble if we stayed, the clan leader here is Level 15, good for guarding the village, but unable to oppose such a sect," the Lady said softly.

In other words, the fox people clan feared retaliation from the Twelve Holy Teachings and chose to leave with them.

A Hero, along with the former Big Fox Woman.

Anyone with sense would cling tightly to this opportunity.

"Alright, let’s have them gather at the square, and we’ll head back together then," Wu Heng agreed.

With a smile, the Lady looked outside the village, where the fox people were busily packing belongings, and the children ran around busily.

Thousands of years later, still able to shelter the clan, it’s not too late.

As dusk approached.

A crowd of young and old from the Heavenly Fox Clan gathered in the center of the square.

The Heavenly Fox Clan differs from the normal fox people clan; the number of tails can more intuitively determine one’s level.

Seeing Wu Heng come out, the village chief of the Heavenly Fox Clan quickly approached, respectful, "Leader, Big Fox Woman, the whole village is here."

Wu Heng roughly scanned, it was about three hundred people, the size of a typical small village.

Casually opening the [Mansion Skill], he said, "Take the villagers inside first, when we get there, I’ll let you out."

As he spoke, changes began occurring inside the Mansion Skill.

The space for the electromagnetic cannon was isolated, and rows of single beds appeared in the spacious area.

The village chief looked at the suddenly opened space, his eyes hesitated and worried.

The Lady said beside him, "This is space magic, you really want everyone to walk over? Let the clan members in, don’t look like you’ve never seen anything before."

The Big Fox Woman spoke admonishingly, making the clan leader shrink his neck and then call everyone into the ’Mansion Skill’.

Before entering himself, Wu Heng said, "Do you have enough food and water? About seven days’ worth."

"Enough, we’ve brought the village’s food," the village chief replied.

"Go in then, I’ll notify you when we arrive," Wu Heng said.

The chief glanced once more at the Lady, and after she nodded, he walked into the Mansion Skill.

Wu Heng closed the Mansion Skill, and once the Ghost returned, he put on the [Train Captain’s Hat], boarded the train, and disappeared without a trace.

...

Headquarters, leader’s meeting room.

The new Religious Leader sat calmly at the table, his demeanor solemn and dignified.

Hadara laid out several exquisite cards on the table, showing the witch Viola on them.

"The cards distributed by Gold and Silver Island, you’ve seen them, right? The effect is surprisingly good."

The Dwarf Leader stroked his beard, "I’ve also received news that other areas are having them sold by the Snake Badge Consortium, with the card collection craze even more intense than at headquarters."

The Hongwen Alliance Leader also said, "The marketing strategy is indeed brilliant, at this rate, that witch is soon to reach Hero Level."

Unlike other regions, the people at headquarters saw through Gold and Silver Island’s intentions.

By collecting cards, they were building fame for the witch.

Moreover, this method is very clever, not like the association’s previous stiff promotions, using the collecting of cards and accompanying stories woven into a captivating narrative from her childhood fire incident to becoming a witch of the Church of Divine Punishment.

Even if it’s not exchangeable for money, the card’s intricacy, combined with the growth story, is enough for some to see it as a collectible.

Thus, everyone believes that this witch will soon become a new Hero.

Lilith said, "It appears now that Wu Heng rushed to lift the wanted notice to pave the way for this move."

Her tone was meticulously official.

No matter the relationship between the two, sitting here is the association’s leader.

Hadara changed the subject, "I’m wondering if the association could also use this method to elevate the elders’ fame? The previous promotions have been a bit outdated; shouldn’t we also make some changes?"

"Difficult!" The Hongwen Alliance Leader shook his head, "The quality of these cards is very high, not like they were hand-drawn, but if using array patterns, the cost is too high to popularize widely, so it’s hard to replicate."

The Dwarf Leader suggested, "Ask Wu Heng to provide the technology? He is, after all, a member of the association."

"He might not agree, even if proposed, he would prioritize using it for his own people," the Hongwen Alliance Leader replied.

Unlike other leaders, even though Gold and Silver Island is a member of the association, it operates as its own system.

Supporting elders means supporting one’s own tribe for the other leaders.

Wu Heng within the association supports anyone who could become a future rival.

Most likely, he won’t provide it, even if he does, it will be delayed until his subordinates’ heroes reach a certain number.

Hadara looked at Lilith, "You communicate with him, the association is willing to exchange merit for the technology."

"I’ll convey the message," Lilith nodded.

The topic turned to the religious leader, "How is Saidu’s situation?"

"Already returned to the Holy Hall," the new Religious Leader’s voice was steady, "We are also looking for ways to resurrect the body."

"Hmm, if there’s any help needed, you can approach the association."

"Thank you, Leader."

...

A village near the Holy Hall.

On the floor of a spacious room, a complex array was drawn.

In the center of the array was a fist-sized, withered flesh ball, its gray-brown surface like a web of veins and sinews.

"Begin the ritual!" a priest murmured.

The materials within the array disintegrated, turning into energy masses that intertwined in the air.

Then, the Demon Soul Pot was opened, and the ghost glanced at the priest before flying directly into the array upon his nod, merging with the energy globes, then plunging into the flesh ball at the center of the altar.

The color of the flesh ball started turning dark red, and its veins began to squirm.

The priest held the flesh ball, gently approaching a young pregnant woman’s abdomen.

In the next second, they tightly adhered to each other, and the pregnant woman’s skin visibly lost its luster, fine freckles crawling onto her cheeks like mold, as if her life force was being frantically drained.

Yet her gaze remained devout, her hands tightly gripping the iron bed’s edge, making no sound to avoid disturbing the divine ritual.

The pulsation of the tumor gradually stabilized, ultimately reaching a bizarre synchronization with the fetus inside her womb.

"Priest, did it succeed?" the pregnant woman asked weakly, her voice trembling, yet full of anticipation.

The priest withdrew his hand; the sleeve of his white Holy Robe was spotless, and he nodded slightly, "It went smoothly, rest well."

Supported by two priests, the pregnant woman slowly rose and left the room.

Boarding a carriage, she returned to the assigned mansion.