Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âDonât be so melodramatic. Those things are useless to me, just use them and be happy.â Han Sen was starting to sweat, as he wasnât really a cripple.
Queen then looked around her and said, âSo, are you familiar with this area? If you are, draw me a map. Tell me all about the creature hotspots.â
Han Sen had already been on a cartographic trip, so he had several maps ready to provide her. As soon as Queen accepted the maps, her time of rest was over. She marched right out of the shelter.
âWhat a waste of a fine body. Still, sheâs got bigger balls than most men.â Han Sen licked his lips.
Queen returned a few days later, having suffered a number of wounds and lesions. She brought with her a mutant deer.
Queen knew Han Sen must have been very powerful to possess so many beast souls, so she didnât bother bringing back the carcasses of any ordinary or primitive creatures.
Han Sen knew Queenâs fitness wasnât too high, though, so he was impressed at her bringing-down of a mutant creature.
Han Sen had maxed out his mutant geno points already, but he still accepted it to show appreciation.
Queen returned to the Alliance to heal, after that. When she was fit as a fiddle, she came back to the sanctuary and went off on another hunt. Each hunting trip would end up longer than the last, and each return would have her in a worse condition.
Sometimes, when Queen returned to the shelter, Han Sen wouldnât be there. So, sheâd leave the creatures in the shelter waiting for him. She would then send Han Sen a blank message. If he replied, though, she wouldnât do the same.
Han Sen returned to the sanctuary after a time away. When he arrived, Queen was gone. âWhy is she working so hard on my behalf?â Han Sen really admired her.
A month passed, and because Queen hadnât signed up at the shelter, Han Sen won first place. His entry into Divinityâs Bout was confirmed.
Queen had been gone two days at this point, so he had no clue when sheâd return.
When Divinityâs Bout started, Han Sen donned a suit of armor and went straight to the Martial Hall. Then he proceeded to the battle area.
Spirits were everywhere. It was to be expected, though. Spirits were the dominant species of the Third Godâs Sanctuary. No other human would show up.
Han Sen hid his energy flow, so no one could tell whether he was a human or a spirit.
Han Sen checked out the match list to see what was in store. He hadnât fully recovered yet, but if he was able to go up against a weak spirit, he wagered heâd be fine.
What he saw disappointed him, though. He was first going to go up against Fei Yu King. It must have been a powerful spirit.
Using super king spirit mode would be pointless here, as itâd render him weak. Heâd most likely win the fight, but heâd be spent, and heâd be unable to take part in the next. To hit the top ten of the Third Godâs Sanctuaryâs Divinityâs Bout, he could not use it.
Han Sen decided to not participate and planned to just sit and spectate the fights instead.
âFei Yu, your opponent is called Dollar. Weird, huh? That canât be a human, can it?â Han Sen heard this while he looked for a seat.
âYouâve gotta be kidding me!â Fei Yu King responded. âItâs probably some trolling spirit who couldnât even be bothered to spell out his title in full.â
âYouâre probably right. If it was a human, itâd be a human with a death wish,â the other spirit said.
âI wish it was a human, though. They are sad and pathetic creatures. Last weekend was wonderful; I spent some time torturing a few humans to death. Their screams were a delight!â Fei Yu King spoke with no certain tone or display of emotion. He spoke as if it was just an ordinary chat, and something common to say.
âHaha, you are a king spirit. Of course you would think they are weak. They have no principles, though, Iâll give you that. Theyâre comparable to dogs, and mangy as they can be, too. Put out your hand without striking them, and theyâll think youâre giving them a treat.â
Many nearby spirits joined in with their talk, all saying horrible things to put-down humans.
Han Senâs face turned green with their wretched speech. Learning how they treated humans, and for what pitiful reasons theyâd happily kill them, Han Sen was fuming.
Spirits were able to respawn, so they had no idea of the fear humans felt when it came to the possibility of death.
Han Sen looked at Fei Yu King. He didnât know which humans he had gleefully tortured and murdered, but he was angry nonetheless. He felt his chest want to explode with the sudden hatred he felt for the spirit.
âFei Yu King, huh?â Han Sen could use super king spirit mode to participate in one fight. If he was to use it on the murderous spirit, that would make him happy enough.
In human shelters, the fights were streamed through the Martial Hall. No one expected another human to fight, let alone become a Son of God. Those who watched merely wanted to spectate how spirits battled each other. Their fights were usually quite the spectacle.
Su Xiaoqiao was currently in Trench Shelter. He paced around the Martial Monument, looking to see if he could find the name he most wanted to.
âWhat are you doing?â Someoneâs vision had been blocked by his scurrying.
âI am looking for Dollar,â Su Xiaoqiao responded, as he looked.
âI donât think heâd join a fight like this. There are far too many king spirits there...â the person said.
âI found it!â Su Xiaoqiao exclaimed with feverish excitement.