“The Destroyer, you’re a lot smaller and weaker than I imagined.”
A witch in a red robe entered the training ground, the poisonous miasma around the Crocodile Dragon avoiding her as if it had a mind of its own.
She held a black crystal ball with delicate hands, and her entire body was enveloped in a mysterious glow, making her seem quite enigmatic.
Her voice was sweet, and her figure was stunning, though the red robe covered most of her face, obscuring her features.
“Smaller… Want to hear what you’re saying?” Orson furrowed his brows. This NPC clearly had no idea what 178cm of pure male god really meant.
Of course, compared to those towering two-meter-tall NPC warriors, his original and unpolished appearance might seem rather unremarkable.
“Destroyer? Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for someone else?” Orson looked her up and down, trying to get a better look at her face.
The witch, however, seemed very interesting. Orson tilted his head, eyeing her, while she deliberately avoided his gaze.
They both shook their heads, looking in opposite directions, and the scene became somewhat comical.
“Isn’t a person who causes the collapse of the Infinite Dimensions world rules called a Destroyer?” the witch asked, rhetorically.
Orson paused, then smiled. “If you’re referring to someone declaring war and me striking back, then I admit to that title.”
“That’s just one of the reasons. Adventurer, you will destroy this world,” the witch said softly.
“Whatever,” Orson replied, not caring. Every MMORPG had its fair share of NPCs who spouted nonsense. Besides, this world was destined to merge with reality, so destruction was just a matter of time.
“What’s she really look like? I heard not many people have seen her true face.”
Instead, Orson was more curious about her appearance. “Could she be some huge dinosaur? Or did the gods not bother to even shape her face, leaving her with an empty shell under that hood? Is that why she’s always covering up?”
“Orson, I don’t recommend you stare at the witch’s face. You might get poisoned by that big turtle,” a proud voice rang out. It was the Empress of the Moon, clad in shining silver armor, smiling as she approached.
“You here for a quest too?” Orson asked, intrigued.
“I was just about to message you. The ‘Witch’s Worries’ quest is related to the Crimson Butcher, so we came early,” Empress of the Moon said with a smile. She was as beautiful as ever, still exuding her dual A-class aura.
“We? Who else…” Orson started asking, but before he could finish, a black-robed mage rushed in.
“My Master! I’ve found my Master again! Wherever you’re going, I’m going. No one can separate us!” It was the long-lost ShatteredCrown.
“Get lost,” Orson extended a hand and pushed the drooling face of the overeager ShatteredCrown away.
“Young Master, it’s time to eat,” came a voice from behind. YoungMaster’sBlackStockings, with a blank expression, held a frying pan in hand, stirring something while walking.
“Earth Dragon meat, Blue Cloud Grass, Enchanted Spirit Herb… Fried rice?” Orson blinked in surprise. In the pan, there were more than ten rare ingredients, most of which could be consumed directly to enhance various basic attributes.
What a rich person!
This bowl of fried rice cost at least 100 gold coins. Ten thousand bucks for a bowl of rice?
What kind of family is this?
ShatteredCrown grinned. “That’s right! Fried rice is important! Soon, I’ll catch up to my Master’s level!”
With that, he began to boast, his mouth full of rice, grinning at Orson.
Range +1 meter
Range +1 meter
Orson was taken aback. This special fried rice could increase range?
He knew that Infinite Dimensions had powerful chefs, but he never expected it to extend range through food.
“Wait until I’ve had a few thousand bowls of ‘Sacred Rice,’ then you’ll see, Master, I’ll surpass you!” ShatteredCrown grinned widely, staring intently at Orson.
Sacred Rice?
Orson almost froze on the spot. Wasn’t this supposed to be called “Leftover Rice”?
Seeing Orson’s curiosity, ShatteredCrown explained eagerly. This fried rice, named Sacred Rice, cost more than 100 gold coins. Eating a whole bowl at once would increase range by 5 meters, and you could have three large bowls a day, increasing range by 15 meters daily. However, after eating 100 bowls in a row, the effect would sharply decrease.
Still, it could give him over 500 extra meters of range.
“Full… I’ll rest for two hours, then have a bowl of Demon Blood Soup to restore MP,” ShatteredCrown patted his stomach, showing off in front of Orson.
Orson’s super-long range and huge MP had already been exposed to enemy guilds. ShatteredCrown, seeing Orson as his idol, mirrored his attributes to the Three-Crown King.
“Impressive. Poor people rely on mutations; you rely on your family fortune,” Orson couldn’t help but mutter, feeling a bit of jealousy. He increased range and MP with the Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye, but this kid relied on eating!
Of course, this method of stacking attributes couldn’t compare to the Super God-grade Soul Seal. After all, Infinite Dimensions had a “satiation” system—too much food would prevent continuous consumption.
Empress of the Moon sighed. “Sigh, having money and resources is great. If the chef came to our Moonlight Guild, we’d have so many female players…”
Before she could finish, BlackStockings nonchalantly pulled out a chicken leg and handed it to her.
Empress of the Moon hesitated but accepted the Mystery Chicken Leg, biting into it.
HP +50
HP +50
Defense +10
Orson was taken aback. This BlackStockings was really something.
It wasn’t just Empress of the Moon who wanted to recruit her into the guild; even Orson was getting tempted.
Having a divine-level chef in the guild meant that with enough ingredients, they could quickly boost the players’ combat power.
“By the way, does the Crocodile Dragon kill people just because you’re looking at the witch?” Orson asked.
Empress shrugged. “Ask ShatteredCrown, he knows best.”
ShatteredCrown piped up, “I’ve tried looking five times. Each time, I almost made it, but I was instantly killed. Master, I know you’re an old perv, but please show some restraint.”
So you won’t let me look? Fine, I’ll look anyway!
Orson made up his mind, stepping right up to the witch and staring intently into her essence.
The witch jumped back in shock, retreating several steps, but Orson’s eyes gleamed with determination. He wasn’t backing down.
“How dare you disrespect Lady Witch! You little brat are seeking death!” Crocodile Dragon roared in fury, its massive body trembling as poisonous mist turned into ferocious beasts, charging toward Orson.
“You don’t want the Earth Dragon Guild anymore?” Orson lifted his eyelids, summoning the Chaos Six-Point Star to cover the Earth Dragon Guild’s base.
The Crocodile Dragon eyed Orson warily, annoyedly growling, as it forcefully cleared away the poison that had been corroding the air.
“I hate seeing people hide their true faces. Since you’ve waited so long, you should show your real form.”
Orson cornered the witch, and she trembled, holding her crystal ball. Her hands shook uncontrollably.
He pulled off her hood. Orson was momentarily stunned. The witch gradually regained her composure, and instead of attacking or running, she simply stared at him.
“Ugly, right? Satisfied, Destroyer?”
“Well… I think she’s okay…” Orson awkwardly smiled, his wild gleam in his eyes dissipating.
ShatteredCrown immediately rushed over, also wanting to get a better look. It was such a disappointment to not be able to look at the girl.
“What are you looking at, kid? Go play with mud,” Orson said, poking ShatteredCrown’s forehead with his staff. He then apologized and placed the witch’s hood back on her.
“Is she really that beautiful? Stop poking me with that stick!” ShatteredCrown scrambled, his rear end tightening in fear of getting poked.
“Half her face was ruined, but she must have looked good originally… What a pity…” Orson sighed.
Ding Dong— [Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye] Level-up Quest Triggered.
“Due to your reckless behavior, the difficulty of the quest has increased by one level. The Legendary-level quest has become Abyss-level.”
Orson immediately exploded in frustration.
“King Dehua, this is going too far!”
“I’ve already apologized!” Your next chapter is on empire