Chapter 497: Dragged Off to Farm

The private membership area of the Goddess of Beauty City is located underground, specifically designed for some rather explicit projects, such as descaling skeletons.

Harvey lay prone on a wooden bed, his entire body sunken into a pit. This pit was full of ergonomic flavor, perfectly conforming to Harvey's bones. If there was any place that didn't fit, Harvey would rub against it forcefully, scraping off a layer of wood shavings until it fit—very convenient.

A Tauren auntie held a steel brush—the kind used to scrub off oxidation layers when blacksmithing—and scrubbed Harvey's body vigorously. Layer after layer of old grime fell off, revealing the purple-gold undertone of the bones beneath.

Seeing this, the Tauren auntie scrubbed even harder.

She never imagined she could make a living scrubbing backs. Usually, those who scrub backs for others are delicate human aunties; Tauren aunties are responsible for carrying logs and moving heavy stones. Customers despise their brute strength, and no one would ever want a Tauren to scrub them unless they didn't want to live anymore.

This kind of treatment is something only Harvey and Flash Feiti can handle.

As everyone knows, bones have many nooks, crannies, and corners. From a distance, they look fierce and mighty; up close, they look osteoporotic. If you don't clean them, it just won't do.

Back then, Ang would rather let a little bird peck at his bones to get grass seeds out, because if they got stuck inside, the bone seams wouldn't close, and the sprouting seeds would crack the bones.

The Wind of Rest has the effect of refining bones, and the soul fire of high-level skeletons actually has a similar effect. Through tempering, bones become metallic, filling in the porous areas. But there is one prerequisite: nothing can be blocking the holes and seams.

Such things are particularly difficult to clean because while blocking the holes and seams, they are also subjected to long-term calcination by the soul fire, producing a special change, like glass, hardening into a single piece.

If it's a particularly lazy skeleton—the kind who would rather lie down than stand—then this old grime is even older and harder.

Harvey would absolutely never clean this stuff. It doesn't look bad anyway; some people might even like it, because it has an effect similar to a patina—moist and smooth.

However, lying still while someone else scrubs him is different; that is enjoyment.

*Brush—brush—brush—* Old grime fell off layer by layer. The patina was scrubbed away, revealing the purple-gold true color. The Tauren auntie scrubbed with a beaming face, her heart full of a sense of accomplishment.

After scrubbing the back, the Tauren auntie patted Harvey's pelvis, thinking to herself: *Really hard on the hands. *

Harvey didn't react.

The Tauren auntie couldn't help but pat him again and said, "Customer, turn over."

Harvey still didn't react, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Customer! Customer! Turn over, turn!" The Tauren auntie patted him several times, but there was absolutely no reaction.

With the strength of Harvey's bones, even if the Tauren auntie brought a sledgehammer to smash him, she couldn't scratch his bones, so she couldn't wake the sleeping Harvey at all.

The Tauren auntie was so angry she grabbed him and shook him desperately, but he still didn't wake up.

She gave up. The Tauren auntie gave up, put him back on the wooden bed, and prepared to wait until he woke up to scrub him again.

But after waiting for a while, the Tauren auntie suddenly discovered something. She grabbed the prone Harvey again, flipped him over, placed him back on the wooden bed face up, and carefully arranged his hands and feet.

"Isn't this fine? Flipped over. I really am a smart cow." The Tauren auntie gave herself a thumbs-up and happily scrubbed the skeleton.

Customers like Harvey, whose results are obvious after one scrub and who are squeaky clean after another, have a special name in the Goddess of Beauty City—"Treasure Customers." Especially in projects like blackhead removal and foot peeling, they can make people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel so satisfied that they would rather pay to watch.

After scrubbing clean, washing, wiping, and blow-drying, halfway through the drying, the Treasure Customer Harvey suddenly straightened up and sat up: "Is Titan coming back?"

"Is Titan coming back?" The Purple Skeleton, who was doing squats while carrying a giant log, suddenly tilted his head to listen to that roar echoing from the depths of his soul.

The current Purple Skeleton has grown to four meters tall. Although it is only a one-quarter increase in height, his weight has more than doubled.

With sufficient nutrition, reasonable training, and the cooperation of high-energy lightning, all Titans of the Purple Skeleton clan have awakened their bloodlines. However, bloodlines are also divided into levels. At this stage, the Purple Skeleton vaguely felt a bottleneck again and needed some new methods.

"Really? Is Titan back? Great! You have already entered a bottleneck; it's just the right time to ask the Titans how to break through. We are the bloodline of Thunder, after all," the Great Shaman said happily from the side.

The Great Shaman is now three and a half meters tall. After his bloodline awakened, his lifespan increased significantly, and his body became much younger.

The Purple Skeleton rolled his eyes at him, put down the log, and said solemnly, "Great Shaman, you are wrong. We are the subjects of Lord Ang; don't say it wrong."

The Great Shaman blinked and was stunned. Born in the Savage Plane, although he is a Great Shaman, at best he is just a patriarch and has no political sensitivity.

On the contrary, the Purple Skeleton, because she has been squatting in the pile of noble ladies, has heard too much messy stuff, so her sensitivity is a bit higher. Plus, the flashy operations of Lisa, Anthony, and Silver Coin were too numerous, making her deeply feel the danger of these things, so she specifically asked Lisa.

Lisa didn't give her a long-winded lecture but just said one sentence: "You just need to recognize one point: Ang is your god; everything else is empty. You are not some mixed-blood Titan or Abyss Wanderer; your only identity is Ang's subject. Do you understand?"

Understand. The Purple Skeleton remembered it seriously. Anyway, no matter what others say, she only recognizes one point: "I am Ang's subject." Now hearing the Great Shaman talk about the bloodline of Thunder, she immediately corrected him.

"But... Titan... what about Titan?" the Great Shaman asked hesitantly.

"Whatever Lord says to do, we do. Lord told us to notify Blue Star Deity Diluni, and we go back to find Au Au Benli," the Purple Skeleton said.

"But, what about your bottleneck?" the Great Shaman asked.

"When the time comes, I'll tell Lord. Lord should be able to solve it. At worst, we'll just catch a Titan," the Purple Skeleton said.

"This..." The Great Shaman's teeth ached. Not to mention their special relationship with the Thunder Titans, just those six or seven-meter-tall Titan giants—how could they be like Chinese cabbage in the Purple Skeleton's mouth, catchable whenever they want?

A four-meter-tall giant rumbled into the Goddess of Beauty City, picked up Au Au Benli, who was taking a sand bath, and was about to run out naked.

"Clothes, clothes! Are you crazy!" The sand turned into a giant and grabbed the Purple Skeleton.

Her sand-stone giant rolled away the sand, but it harmed the others who were taking sand baths. They lay naked in the pool, covering their faces and screaming.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone hadn't reacted, Au Au Benli quickly flipped out a magic robe, put it on, rode on the Purple Skeleton's shoulder, and ran away.

Once outside, Au Au Benli was so angry that her little fists thumped the Purple Skeleton's head: "Why didn't you say this inside?! You had to drag me out. I thought we were going to fight. You made me waste a membership card usage! You compensate me! So angry. The mage in front, stop! What grade are you in? Stop!"

What is called "The Dean of Students is angry, so he checks attendance"—the Purple Skeleton has pitted the Star Academy students who snuck out. In the past, Au Au Benli would turn a blind eye.

"Is Titan back? Could it be those abnormal changes in the direction of the Death Star again?" In broad daylight, before it was time to observe the stars, Deity Diluni was lying dead on the bed. Receiving Au Au Benli's aggressive message, he immediately linked it to the recent abnormal changes in the direction of the Death Star.

It seems a meeting needs to be held. There hasn't been a meeting for more than half a year. In the past, he felt annoyed by meetings from time to time, but now that there hasn't been a meeting for more than half a year, he feels like this plane has lost its vitality.

It's actually quite boring when no one is making trouble. He misses the vitality of the past a little.

Flipping up, Deity Diluni initiated a meeting call. Two hours later, everyone connected to the meeting through the teleportation array.

Five of the seven lights representing the attendees lit up. The two lights that once represented Anthony and Guli Guli Anni did not light up, but everyone knew what was going on. Because Anthony snatched the Pope's crown from Guli Guli Anni, theoretically, these two lights had merged into one.

However, everyone tacitly did not mention the proposal to remove a light. Everyone tacitly assumed that one of the lights would be replaced by another force—the Goddess of Beauty City.

Of course, this is just their unified statement to the outside world. In fact, everyone knows who is standing behind the Goddess of Beauty City.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Deity Diluni got straight to the point: "I received a message from the Goddess of Beauty City. The Thunder Titan is back."

Almost everyone remained silent. Only Bulusike hummed a few times to show support, indicating he knew.

Deity Diluni couldn't help but feel strange. It was understandable for others to remain silent, but why did the Dwarf also remain silent?

"Ahem, King Tongxu, the Thunder Titan is back." Deity Diluni couldn't help but cough a few times and named Tongxu, seeing how he could still pretend not to hear.

A drunken voice came from the teleportation array: "What? Add some dishes? Good, add some dishes, cheers." Then there was a sound of plates and dishes clattering. Tongxu seemed to be drunk, and snoring sounds were clearly transmitted.

"Ku Ba Da, this isn't a Dwarf; this is an old slippery head!" Deity Diluni cursed inwardly. Tongxu never drinks when holding plane safety meetings. Doing this now is clearly pretending to be drunk.

Why pretend to be drunk? Does he not want Titan to return? Or does he have other small calculations?

Tongxu's attitude made Deity Diluni scratch his head. Unable to figure it out for a moment, he had to turn to Gai La De: "Your Majesty the Queen, have you Elves received any news?"

Gai La De was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "You just said, is it a message from the Goddess of Beauty City?"

"Uh, yes, a message from the Goddess of Beauty City." Deity Diluni was a bit dazed. Why ask this?

Gai La De said in a relaxed tone: "That's good. Listen to the Goddess of Beauty City. Our Elves' stance is consistent with the Goddess of Beauty City."

Deity Diluni was shocked, his eyes wide as copper bells. Gai La De's words were too shocking. What does this represent?

In international relations, this represents obedience. The Elf race obeys the orders of the Goddess of Beauty City, takes the Goddess of Beauty City's stance as their own, and acts consistently to the outside world.

Ku Ba Da, what happened? The proud Elves are actually willing to put themselves in a subordinate position? Let outsiders lead foreign relations?

And this doesn't look like they were forced. Gai La De's tone is relaxed, as if she is in a very good mood.

Deity Diluni couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty the Queen, you seem to be in a good mood. Has anything wonderful happened?"

It would be fine if he didn't mention this, but as soon as he did, Gai La De couldn't help but laugh: "The Tree of Life has blossomed and borne fruit."

"Oh, oh, oh, that's a good thing. Congratulations, congratulations." Saying this on his lips, Deity Diluni was already full of question marks.

What's so happy about the Tree of Life blossoming and bearing fruit? That old tree has lived for nearly 100,000 years, and it has been bearing fruit for 70,000 or 80,000 years. It blossoms and bears fruit every year. What's so happy about it?

Deity Diluni, of course, doesn't understand. Not only did the Tree of Life blossom and bear fruit, but the Elves also ate the newly borne fruit, and they didn't have diarrhea again. The God of Life has forgiven them.

Ever since the God of Life punished them, Gai La De had felt endless pressure, pressing her so hard she couldn't breathe.

This isn't just "the god who sheltered them is gone, so they have to be self-reliant and protect themselves in the future," but that the entire Elf race will fall from a long-lived species to an ordinary species, and their lifespan will be shortened from 1,000 years to 200 years.

The Elf race has become accustomed to a lifespan of 1,000 years. All their living habits and behavioral patterns are developed based on being a long-lived species. Elves at 200 years old have just reached adulthood.

A more fatal problem is the fertility rate. Their current fertility rate just maintains the stability of the group. If the lifespan drops to 200 years and the fertility rate cannot be improved, it is very likely that the newly adult Elf couples will die before they have time to have children.

In short, this is a crisis of extinction. Gai La De couldn't even think of a solution, or didn't dare to think, because any method would eventually have to be implemented on the God of Life.

Even if they were to go extinct, it would be impossible for them to do anything harmful to the God of Life. They wouldn't even think about it.

Just when this crisis of extinction was pressing her so hard she couldn't breathe, the Tree of Life suddenly blossomed and bore fruit.

Kai Lan Dai Er, as a priest, picked one, ran to the side of the toilet to prepare, and then bravely took a bite.

Fortunately, she didn't have diarrhea. Until she ate the whole fruit of life, there was no abnormality. Instead, a warm current surged toward her waist, just like when she ate the fruit of life in the past.

The fruit of life has returned to normal. The God of Life has forgiven them.

The mountain-like pressure behind Gai La De disappeared instantly. She walked on tiptoes, and it was already quite good that she could hold back from laughing.

At the same time, she was also thinking: Why did the God of Life suddenly forgive them? Is something big about to happen?

Just as this thought arose in her mind, Di Ni Lu sent a meeting call. The meeting also mentioned the Goddess of Beauty City. Gai La De instantly connected the relationship between them.

Just after expressing her stance, Kai Lan Dai Er suddenly came behind her and whispered a few words.

Gai La De had an "I knew it" expression and said again: "I just received a message from the God of Life. It asked me to tell Bulusike,..."

Bulusike was stunned: "What does that mean?"

"I don't know either. The God of Life is only responsible for conveying it. This is what the God of Knowledge said to you," Gai La De said.

"God of Knowledge, then I know. The 26th character on the 10th page of the Brass Book, 'Listen,' the first character on the 10th page, 'Ang,' the 4th character on the 1st page... connected together, it is 'Listen to Ang...' Good, I know, thank you for conveying it."

Bulusike thanked her, but muttered in his heart: When did Grandpa Clan get together with the Elves' God of Life?

After muttering in his heart, Bulusike straightened his tone and said seriously: "The stance of the Dragon race is consistent with the Goddess of Beauty City."

"Fine, Dai Sen, what about you?" Deity Diluni expected it would be like this. The God of Knowledge wanders around the Goddess of Beauty City every day. Bulusike must listen to the God of Knowledge. Now only the Church of Light is left.

Dai Sen quietly wiped his sweat and prevaricated: "Our Church of Light is a team with faith, ability, and pursuit led by His Holiness Saint Anthony, the spokesperson of God in the human world, spreading the glory of God..."

While speaking, he took out a secret order. This was given to him by Anthony, which could only be opened when encountering major events that could not be decided and when he could not be contacted.

Opening it, he saw four big characters: "Listen to the Goddess of Beauty City."

"We are also consistent with the stance of the Goddess of Beauty City," Dai Sen put away those high-sounding words and said seriously.

Deity Diluni felt a shock and smiled bitterly helplessly. Au Au Benli stays in the Goddess of Beauty City every day now and almost treats that place as her own home. The Star Empire must also be consistent with the stance of the Goddess of Beauty City, otherwise Grandma Au Au Benli would definitely force him to go on blind dates every day.

Alright, the seven major forces of the plane, except for the pretending-to-be-drunk Tongxu, are now all consistent with the Goddess of Beauty City. The plane has become unprecedentedly united:

"Then, everyone, let's move. I observed some abnormal situations in the Star Observation Tower. If those abnormalities were caused by Titans, then they should be arriving soon. Let's get ready and give them a warm welcome."

"Good," Dai Sen responded, and then hurriedly asked: "Then what is the stance of the Goddess of Beauty City?"

The Elves have the God of Life, and the Dragon race has the God of Knowledge. They all have their own sources of information. Only Dai Sen, after losing contact with Anthony, was blind and had no other sources of information.

Deity Diluni rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: "I don't know if the information is wrong. I'll go ask again later. The news I received now is: The Goddess of Beauty City is preparing to catch the Titans and take them to farm."

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