in a place devoid of day and night, the perception of time was extremely vague.
Otto slowly straightened up and put down the forging hammer in his hand, wiping the sweat from his face:
"Finally got everything settled."
"Although nearly half of my Spiritual Energy and the crafting Spiritual Liquid have been consumed, and it seems like quite a lot of time has also passed."
"But... it’s actually quite refreshing."
Otto looked at the research lab he had crafted with satisfaction.
Su Buxian had the most requests out of all the people he had met,
but he found himself quite fond of the guy.
all the items on the list that he had painstakingly built were not meant for pleasure.
Although he didn’t know whether they were for research or for crafting something, it was clear that this was a young man with positive energy.
Should there be a need for assistance later on, he would be more than willing to lend his abilities.
Otto got up, slightly replenished his Spiritual Energy, put away his Forging Hammer, and headed... deeper into the stronghold.
He needed a rest now.
Just then, a person walked out from the inside, looking utterly disheartened.
He suddenly caught sight of this person, and with a surprised look on his face, said: "Mu, what’s wrong with you? Why that look?"
Mu also hails from the powerful Demigod Race, a Minister of the Night, rarely showing such an expression.
Appearing destroyed to the point of numbness, disheartened.
Mu looked at Otto, opened his mouth, clenching his fist in frustration, then let out a slight sigh.
"Should I not mention it?"
Otto’s brows furrowed slightly, he could see that Mu’s emotions were somewhat lost and... there was a sense of being downtrodden.
As if a rich young master had lost his entire fortune overnight, ready to stand at the edge of the rooftop overlooking below, pondering when to jump.
Otto was puzzled; in truth, in this place for countless years, it was unusual for anyone to have such significant emotional fluctuations.
But he was a good person and decided not to provoke Mu further.
"Then I won’t ask... Do you know where Su Buxian is? That new kid."
"The dwelling I customized for him is ready too, that kid will probably be thrilled to see it, after all, I’ve constructed it perfectly," Otto said confidently, stroking his big beard.
But he didn’t realize... Mu’s entire face quivered: "You’re looking for Su Buxian?"
"He’s in the gambling house in the rest area."
Otto’s brow wrinkled: "You guys, dragging a new kid, still full of vigor and passion, into lowly activities."
He, too, was enthusiastic about many things and, like Deep Blue, still harbored the desire for new challenges, just lacking a good opportunity.
"I’ve got to get that kid back." Otto cursed as he strode toward the recreational area.
he discovered... many friends displaying the same dispirited demeanor as Mu, sighing at the entrance to the leisure area.
"What’s going on?" Otto couldn’t help but frown.
"Why do you all look like Mu, and also...."
Otto noticed something else, he turned to a handsome and extraordinary young man:
"Wait, Wan Yu! Where’s your Divine Crown?"
The person before him was a Prince of the Divine Dynasty, whose Divine Crown was not only his trump card but also a symbol of his identity, never once removed in countless years.
He often said: "My head may break, blood may flow, but the Divine Crown must not be misplaced."
But now, he looked like a prince who had lost everything, utterly destitute.
"And KO, where’s your atomic core from your chest?" Otto’s gaze moved to another person in surprise.
This person was covered with various high-precision Mechanical Prosthetics, and that atomic core was the vital source of his power.
Now it was gone, leaving only an empty hollow in his chest.
The two fell silent: ".... We...."
They let out a mutual sigh: "Now we have nothing left...."
Otto watched the two walk away disconsolately, his brows deeply furrowed, wondering what had happened and why things seemed increasingly amiss.
He looked toward the gambling house and was startled.
Because at this very moment,
the entire gambling house was packed with people.
"Why is a crowd gathered here???"
Otto approached: "Excuse me, let me see what’s going on."
The crowd showed respect for Otto, after all, everything they now had was crafted by Otto with his own abilities.
Each person wore a somewhat troubled expression but still made way for Otto.
"Old Otto, you want to gamble too? I urge you to be calm," someone even advised out of concern.
Otto’s face darkened: "Gamble what, I’m here to see what’s really happening, and where that kid Su Buxian is!"
People’s expressions turned somewhat resentful, yet they ultimately sighed: "He’s sitting at the gambling table right now."
Otto massaged his temples: "You guys, gambling amongst yourselves, I can understand, considering everyone had their own big backgrounds before coming here, but that kid Su Buxian, I heard from Wu that he’s an ordinary newcomer with no background or connections, a Seventh Rank."
"Are you just bullying him?"
The crowd grew even quieter.
"Forget it." Otto sighed: "I’m here to get the kid to do the right thing."
And he walked inside.
he suddenly paused, because Su Qi was sitting in the dealer’s seat, gambling with five or six others at the same time.