Chapter 645: The Noble Lord of the Two Realms

Why does the Dwarf King understand? Because dwarves have always been tormented by the Resource Curse: they're born to dig tunnels, their bodies short, stout, and sturdy, perfect for moving through underground caves, so once they burrow into the mountains, they easily find ore deposits.

Ore deposits are precious resources everywhere; since dwarves can dig them up so easily, they have no interest in developing other industries, buying everything from outside, and over time, even food, alcohol, and clothing became impossible to produce themselves—they all had to be purchased.

Every past Dwarf King felt this was bad: no matter what they wanted to do, they had to hesitate and weigh consequences; if they wanted to break ties with humans, they feared running out of alcohol, and immediately backed down.

Now, aside from steel furnaces, hammers, and other forging tools, they can't produce anything else, leaving dwarves unable to survive (drink) without humans.

Later, Copper Hammer met Silver Coin, heard Silver Coin was especially skilled at tricking people, and specifically asked about this—received the answer: Resource Curse.

Though he didn't fully understand, it sounded incredibly powerful—a strong curse born from abundant resources. Oh, so dwarves were a cursed race.

Distorted like this, Silver Coin couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore, just smiled and said: "Yes, yes, you guessed it all right—you're amazing."

In this situation, finally encountering something he'd heard before, Copper Hammer naturally had to shout out the answer.

Everyone glanced in surprise at the crude Copper Hammer, hardly believing such a term could come from his mouth; the phrases they most often heard him say were "Drink!" "I'm not drunk!" "I'm raising fish…"

But everyone doubted his credibility, and finally all looked unconsciously toward Anthony.

Anthony gave an example: "Imagine a piece of land so fertile that tossing a handful of seeds yields grain—so there's no need to develop farming techniques or fertilizer. Over time, people forget how to grow anything. If suddenly the soil's fertility runs out, those who can't farm will starve to death—this is called the Resource Curse."

"Oh, I get it." This example was especially clear and understandable to Seeing Ange's people—even the little zombie nodded in understanding.

"Sigh, pity—the ancient gods of the Chaos Plane are too powerful, so powerful that at their level, they don't need any techniques at all. Otherwise, we could just charge in, seize their Divine Fragments. Now we're too passive."

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Some who knew the truth nodded involuntarily; thinking of the Chaos Plane's denizens—Nightmare Shaye, the Serpent of Misfortune, the Ancient Dragon God—techniques and stratagems were truly unnecessary. A single sneeze from them could shatter these plane beings to dust.

Drosa laughed: "I think the same. Hiding here is too passive. Why not turn passive into active—attack directly and eliminate those ancient gods, like the Undead Master?"

Nai Ge Li Si rolled his eyes: "Trying to trick us into walking into death? Dream on."

"Not tricking you. If you learn to wield Chaos Energy, you won't be helpless against those ancient gods. If you reach the Chaos Plane and plunder the Mist's power, you stand a real chance to break your limits and become new ancient gods—like the Undead Master."

"New ancient gods?" Everyone exchanged glances.

Sarosa's words delivered a fresh shock: Could plane beings become new ancient gods?

"Is this possible? Can plane beings become ancient gods?" Anthony asked.

"Of course. Though I don't know how, I know who did it."

Everyone drew a deep breath: "Your Majesty—the Undead Master."

Yes—he didn't just do it, he crushed others underfoot. Even Drosa, an ancient god, had to flee the Chaos Plane, terrified of being cut down.

Anthony hesitated: "But we don't even know what Chaos Energy is, or what Chaos Mist is. Is the power on these Chaos Angels Chaos Energy?"

Drosa said: "No. That's Dark Wings—the power of the Abyssal Maw. These are its subjects, using its power."

With this, everyone understood: Divine Power.

Drosa continued: "My true body will come from the Chaos Plane, bringing you some Chaos Mist and energy for study. I trust your abilities—you'll surely uncover the secrets of Chaos Energy and master it."

"Your true body is coming from the Chaos Plane?" Anthony glanced around at the others: "Isn't that dangerous? Where in our plane could we possibly accommodate your true body?"

Drosa froze, then realized everyone had locked onto him—he shouted frantically: "Don't move! My true body can go anywhere you specify!"

Lucky he shouted fast—otherwise they'd have attacked already. Seeing Ange had already locked onto his Divine Fragment, ready to crush it at any moment.

"You really just want to bring us Chaos Mist and energy for study?" Anthony asked.

Drosa nodded eagerly, explaining: "Do you know why we ancient gods are so powerful yet rarely approach planes? Because leaving the Chaos Plane means losing our stable source of power. If we can't find enough energy within a plane, we weaken, demote, regress—and can never return to the Chaos Plane."

"Unless absolutely forced, we never leave the Chaos Plane—because once we leave, we may never return."

Nai Ge Li Si slapped his waist: "So that's why the Dragon God went through ancestral regression and gave birth to the entire Dragon Clan—it couldn't return!"

Anthony also said: "The Serpent of Misfortune too. As an ancient god, it's already dead. What still lives now is merely a restricted consciousness. Otherwise, it couldn't have survived this long—its original massive body consumed too much energy; it would've starved to death long ago."

So for an ancient god to leave the Chaos Plane is extremely dangerous—like a lone wolf leaving a fertile grassland for barren wilderness: it won't starve, but it'll waste away.

"You're risking so much—really just to deliver Chaos Energy and Mist to us?" Anthony asked skeptically.

"Yes. On you, I see hope. If you gain the ability to enter the Chaos Plane, bring me back, give me a vast territory, and let the Undead Master protect me—that's all I want."

The final sentence revealed his true intent—he wanted the Undead Master's protection?

"I can't promise you the Undead Master's protection, but the rest—I agree. If you bring Chaos Energy, and we achieve results, once we enter the Chaos Plane, we'll definitely bring you back."

Drosa ignored him, turning to Seeing Ange: "Is this acceptable? Noble Lord of the Two Realms?"

Lord of the Two Realms? Another title?

Seeing Ange nodded. Anthony had already agreed—so long as he didn't interfere with his gardening.

Sent Drosa back to the Starburst Plane, had his true body travel there to collect Chaos Mist. Compared to the Main Plane, the Starburst Plane's importance had diminished.

"Alright, there's still one batch of Chaos Holy Spirits left—go deal with them. Little Snake has already been leading them in circles for a long time," Nai Ge Li Si shouted loudly.