Chapter 724: Not Satisfying Enough

"It seems your judgment was mistaken," Tang Luo said, looking at Isaac.

"Impossible!"

Isaac's skull head flew to the Hero's corpse, circling a few times, then suddenly opened its mouth and bit at the Hero's Sword.

Just as it was about to clamp down, the Hero's Sword trembled lightly, emitting a blinding light.

One could see the light on the Hero's Sword, like flowing water, converge into the Hero's body.

The Hero's drooping head snapped up, and the wound on his chest healed instantly.

"... Hah! So that's how you play it, Sword Spirit!" Isaac let out a "gegege" laugh, sounding exceptionally eerie.

The person who turned this world into their private backyard was not, as Isaac claimed, the Hero, but someone hidden inside the Hero's Sword.

They only truly "surfaced" at the moment Isaac made a move on the Hero's Sword.

The Hero, having raised his head, had a face that hadn't changed in the slightest, but his temperament instantly became aloof and proud, giving off a sense of looking down on all living beings, disdaining the mortal world.

This feeling vanished without a trace in an instant; the Hero, Fast Ken, looked no different from before.

Only the corner of his mouth held a faint, barely-there smile, as if he held everything under control.

"You really have a twisted sense of humor." Isaac hovered beside the Hero, showing absolutely none of the "let's team up, kill him, drive him out of this world" attitude he'd just agreed on with Tang Luo.

On the contrary, Isaac's tone was quite familiar, carrying the feeling of chatting with an old rival.

Tang Luo didn't show any "you actually don't keep your word" shocked expression either.

He didn't believe a single word of the cooperation, plans, or whatever Isaac had just said, and hadn't taken them to heart at all.

The Hero lowered his head to glance at the wound on his body, then turned to look at Kaelan and the others, who were overjoyed, and waved his hand lightly.

The tattered clothes on his body repaired themselves completely; afterward, the three, Kaelan included, vanished, sent to who-knew-where.

After doing these two things, he turned to look at Isaac: "Who are you?"

"Uh... your possession, didn't it take the memories along with it?" Isaac's up-and-down hovering skull froze in mid-air.

"Hehe."

Tang Luo laughed mockingly twice without any concealment.

From the looks of it, Isaac considered himself the Hero's archenemy, yet never expected the Hero wouldn't recognize him at all.

Completely one-sided wishful thinking.

Not just "I don't treat you as an archenemy," but "I don't even know who you are."

"Naturally I took them," the Hero said, "You ruined a great pleasure of mine."

What he referred to was Isaac killing the Hero.

Judging from the current situation, the clearer who treated this world as a backyard played the game even more deeply than Isaac imagined.

Walking the NTR route.

Of course, the cuckold is the Hero; he's the one responsible for putting the green hat on the Hero.

Probably once the Hero defeats the Demon King and succeeds in making a name for himself, he would awaken from the Hero's Sword, possess the Hero, and happily take over everything of the Hero's.

From status to reputation, and the harem.

And the Hero himself most likely wouldn't die; the highest probability is being sealed in the Hero's Sword, forced to watch it all.

The cuckold is an important constituent of NTR; the three key elements — cuckold, blond rival, heavy artillery — not one can be missing.

Moreover, the blond rival and heavy artillery can be multiple, but the cuckold is basically a unique existence.

If there's no cuckold, what's the difference between NTR and pure love?

Now that the unique Hero is dead, it instantly feels boring and tasteless.

"Heh..." Isaac laughed with great difficulty; good thing a skull head couldn't show any expression, "At least, I brought you a big fish."

"This fish will surely leap the Dragon Gate in the future."

He didn't reveal his own identity either.

The Hero truly didn't care; since that was the case, why should he go asking for humiliation?

This humiliation of being ignored, being forgotten — he'd note it down for now, and definitely return it double in the future!

The Hero glanced at Isaac, not delving into his identity.

No impression meant he wasn't needed, and wasn't worth remembering.

Rather, the "big fish" Isaac mentioned — the Hero had some interest in that.

He looked at Tang Luo: "You are..."

What he asked was naturally not Tang Luo's false identity.

"This poor monk's Dharma name is Xuanzang, Great Thunderclap Temple, Victorious Fighting Buddha." Tang Luo pressed his palms together before him, the brocade kasaya on his body completely restored to its original state.

Ignoring the white hair that had grown back, he actually had a bit of the feel of a little Buddhist novice.

"Great Thunderclap Temple?"

Isaac gasped and cried out in shock.

The Hero also narrowed his eyes: "Western Pure Land, atop Spirit Mountain, Great Thunderclap Temple's Victorious Fighting Buddha — shouldn't that be a monkey?"

"Dharma name Xuanzang, that's Tang Sanzang, clearly the Sandalwood Merit Buddha." Isaac chimed in from the side, acting very sycophantic.

The Hero didn't mind either, as if used to having such a character by his side.

"Probably because I'm a bit special." Tang Luo smiled.

"Weird and strange." Isaac muttered a sentence.

The Hero, however, was smiling: "Interesting, you have Tang Monk's fate-format?"

"Fate-format, huh..." Tang Luo gave a noncommittal, ambiguous answer.

"Remind you, fate-format isn't anything good, it's toxic." Isaac laughed maliciously.

This statement matched exactly the situation Tang Luo and the others had discovered.

"The original owner of a Fate seizes the Fate holder?" Tang Luo's expression turned slightly grave as he feigned concern and asked.

Some terms of address might differ.

But both Isaac and the Hero undoubtedly fully understood what Tang Luo was saying.

"Making a wedding dress for another — of course, it's not entirely that either," the Hero said.

Isaac glanced at him and made no sound.

It was he who had warned Tang Luo that the Fate was poisonous, yet he harbored no good intentions; rather than a warning, it was more like he wanted to see Tang Luo uneasy and anxious.

The Hero, on the other hand, conducted himself with great magnanimity, directly pointing out the harm of the Fate.

"Making a wedding dress for another" — those words were already perfectly clear.

"I see." Tang Luo nodded. "Then, was the Fate created by you Clearers?"

"Clearer sounds too unpleasant, brat. Remember, we are Transcenders," Isaac said.

"Transcenders — what did you transcend?"

"What did we transcend?" Isaac repeated Tang Luo's question. "Naturally, one mission after another..."

Before his voice fell, the Hero slapped him into the ground with a single palm: "You talk too much."

"Aiya, one gets muddle-headed with age, spoke a bit too much." Isaac's voice sounded somewhat aggrieved. "This can't be blamed on me; normally speaking, we simply cannot truly come into contact with these brats."

The Hero nodded: "Indeed, not to mention, this is Our back garden."

"We..." Tang Luo looked at the Hero.

This is the Emperor's self-designation; from Qin Shi Huang onward, the Emperors of Huaxia called themselves thus.

Speaking of it, the Mountains and Seas Realm actually has no Emperor who calls himself "We"; they basically use "calling oneself the Solitary One or the Widowed One" as the main form, mixed with all sorts of messy titles.

The Mountains and Seas is vast, because it is a cultivation world.

Cultures of different geographic origins all develop similarly, yet cannot be completely identical.

The Mountains and Seas Realm also has no great unified dynasty.

The appearance of these few Divine-Demon Walkers did indeed exceed the Hero's expectations somewhat.

This world is his back garden, his own world, his private territory — it would not serve as a mission world for "Divine-Demon Walkers" to conduct missions.

The worlds where Divine-Demon Walkers conduct missions are all ownerless "public worlds."

Some are even temporarily constituted "false worlds."

Of course, the Hero is not like some Transcenders who forge their occupied worlds into an iron bucket.

The probability of Divine-Demon Walkers "accidentally" entering also exists.

Just, this accident — is it truly some kind of mishap, or the scheming of other Transcenders?

"Why are you looking at me?" Seeing the Hero look toward him, Isaac felt deeply aggrieved. "Do you suspect me of sending these brats in?"

"No, you can't pull it off." Some thoughts flashed past; the Hero said lightly, "If you had that ability, I should be able to remember you."

"..."

A hundred curses stuck in Isaac's throat, impossible to spit out, only to swallow.

"You all, including all Walkers, come from Earth?" Tang Luo asked.

Aside from Little White Dragon and those Tang Luo brought over, the remaining Divine-Demon Walkers seemingly all originated from Earth.

No Divine-Demon Walkers appeared from other worlds.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," Isaac said.

"No," the Hero suddenly said.

"Hm?"

"On him, I see no marks left by any other person," the Hero said. "As you said, he really is a fish that can leap the Dragon Gate."

His gaze toward Tang Luo carried a trace of appreciation.

A Walker this powerful while still in a mission period is truly rare.

It has been a very, very long time since he last saw one.

Even some Walkers who successfully "cleared" may not have this Monk Xuanzang's strength.

Let alone those "vast majority of Walkers" who cannot even complete all missions.

Isaac laughed; his plan succeeded.

Yes, upon realizing the projected incarnation he had descended into this world was completely no match for Tang Luo, he chose to "switch allegiance."

Sell Tang Luo to the Hero.

Although it was likewise not a true body, the power the "Hero" could exert was far beyond what he could compare to.

The appearance of this disruptor Tang Luo completely ruined Isaac's plan.

Then, naturally, a price must be paid.

Even if Tang Luo hadn't appeared, whatever Isaac wanted to do, his original scheme would certainly have come to nothing, because the Hero is not the World Master — the Hero's Sword is.

But "failed because of you" is enough for Isaac to vent his anger on Tang Luo.

Not to mention, as a Transcender, being ground into the dirt by Tang Luo, a brat who hasn't even broken out of his shell.

Isaac can swallow this grievance from the Hero, but absolutely cannot swallow this grievance from Tang Luo.

The two meanings are entirely different.

Just like a middle school student can be beaten by a high schooler, but if beaten by an elementary schooler, it absolutely cannot be endured — that is a lifetime's humiliation.

"Even if 'reserved' by someone, do you think you'll let him off?" After laughing, Isaac said.

"Hmph."

The Hero coldly snorted, very clear on what this fellow wanted to do.

But this isn't important; what's important is that he indeed appreciates the talent before him and wants him for his own use.

"Submit to me, and I can give you everything you want." The Hero looked at Tang Luo, speaking his mind frankly.

"Everything I want?" Tang Luo said, "Do you know what this poor monk wants?"

"Whatever you want, We can give you." The Hero's words carried an arrogance that took it as a matter of course.

Like Tang Luo, he would sometimes change his self-appellation as well.

"This poor monk wants freedom." Tang Luo smiled. "Submission and such, it doesn't suit this poor monk."

"We can grant you the utmost freedom." The Hero was smiling too.

"Freedom given by others, is that also called freedom?"

"Heh, some people won't even have this kind of opportunity." The Hero glanced at Isaac.

Isaac's skull head was silent and soundless.

He endured, continued enduring; only by enduring could he get to see the scene of "a high schooler beating up an elementary schooler."

Among those present, which one wasn't a proud and arrogant sort?

The difference was, Isaac had experienced society's beatings, could bend and stretch, knew when to play the coward.

The other two were different.

The clash between the Hero and Monk Xuanzang was an inevitable thing; in the end, it would conclude with one side falling, submitting as the finale.

Being able to see that time, for Isaac it would count as "this trip not in vain"; at the very least he'd completed a small goal temporarily set: the person who beat me gets beaten by someone else, even if that person isn't me.

Just that magnanimous, casual.

"If this poor monk refuses?" Tang Luo's words made Isaac's skull head start to sink, almost a posture of "sit down and watch the show."

Fight, fight!

The Hero extended a hand, raising three fingers.

"What do you mean?" Tang Luo asked.

"Three chances." The Hero said, "We can let you leave those missions early, make contact with the endless myriad worlds early, give you resources, let you grow stronger, and also give you three chances to betray us."

"We will not give you any punishment because of your betrayal."

"But after three times, you must become a loyal hound of Ours, become Our dog!"

Magnanimous? No, this is a confidence bordering on arrogance.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo proclaimed a Buddha's name, "Since Benefactor is so lacking in confidence, why bother proposing this condition."

"Hm?" The Hero raised his tone, letting out a puzzled sound.

"Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times; Benefactor should surely know of it." Tang Luo smiled.

Zhuge Liang gave seven chances, you only give three; you, this Emperor, have less magnanimity than another's minister!

"Things do not exceed three." The Hero said, "Since you are unwilling, Our patience is limited. Submit, or death?"

"Actually this poor monk more wants to see, just what ability this so-called 'Transcendent' has to transcend." Tang Luo's hands, which had been held upright before his chest, lowered; he curled a finger and flicked.

Isaac didn't even let out a hum; his skull head turned into bone fragments.

Not merely the skull head, even the wisp of distracted spirit he resided in died between Tang Luo's finger flick.

The Hero nodded: "Not bad, a clown like this doesn't even have the qualifications to be a spectator."

Let alone fanning the flames on the side, gloating over misfortune.

If Tang Luo didn't act, the Hero would also act to make this guy scram.

And Tang Luo being able to easily wipe out the other party's wisp of distracted spirit made the Hero add another measure of regard and satisfaction.

A talent, a rare talent.

Unwilling to submit, dying would truly be a pity.

The Hero extended one finger: "10% of power; if you can endure for one hour, We will give you another—"

The word "chance" wasn't even spoken.

The Hero's body vanished without a trace.

The cloud layer in the high sky was torn apart by a blaze of fire from bottom to top; ripples spread from the ground.

"10%, just that?"

Tang Luo stood at the Hero's original position, looking up, "This poor monk advises you to use full power, otherwise it won't be enjoyable enough."

The blaze of fire that seemed about to pierce the heavens halted, dissipated.

Revealing the Hero's half-ruined body; having merely taken one punch from the other party, he was already heavily injured to this extent.