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Dream Island.
The inn.
A long time after Gu Qing Shan had left.
In the hallway outside of his room, the fatty who wore a green baseball cap continued to stand guard.
There was a keyboard hanging in front of his chest while he leaned on the door of the room, slowly gnawing at an apple in his hand.
âItâs already been so long, what kind of important guess is brother Gu meeting exactly?â
Dead Fatty muttered to himself.
ââ-across an array of isolation formations, even he didnât know what was going on inside.
But Gu Qing Shan was very solemn about it.
That man isnât someone who would say meaningless things.
â-which means, the matter he was attending to must be very important.
After confirming this again in his mind, Dead Fatty felt assured.
At this point, a beautiful woman in sexy clothing came in at the end of the hallway.
Dead Fatty glanced at her, then quickly typed something on his keyboard: [Whistleââ attention this is the noise to draw a beautiful girlâs attention]
His cap immediately gave off a long whistle.
The woman seems to be used to this kind of reaction and simply glared coldly at Dead Fatty.
âWhat are you standing in front of room 319 for?â the woman asked.
Dead Fatty glanced up to check the room number, then quickly typed: âMy friend has some business in the room, so Iâm standing guard for himâ
The woman nodded: âIâm the owner of this inn, itâs time for room 319 to renew its paymentâ
Dead Fatty was a bit surprised and tried searching himself.
I just came out from the River of Death, through summoning no lessââ and before coming, I was still fighting against those dead people, so I used the summoning to flee, not taking any Realm of Life money with me.
He turned to the door of room 319 again.
The door was shut tightly, not giving off even a hint of sound.
ââperhaps brother Gu had reached a critical point in his discussion, so itâs not a very good idea to bother him for money.
This Dead Fatty, in both the Realms of Life and Death, is a highly welcomed individual, so how could I be bothered by a little bit of money?
With that in mind, Dead Fatty squeezed out a flattering smile and quickly typed on his keyboard.
[Miss owner, I really must say you are a lady of rare beauty, the most beautiful Iâve ever seen in my life]
The female owner coldly replied: âStop talking nonsense, as long as I remain here, those who stay would be under my protection and would not be bothered by anyone, but if you canât pay the fees, then get outâ
Dead Fatty lowered his back a bit and lowered his head, once again smiling flatteringly: [Donât worry miss, my master is currently talking so he mustnât be bothered. How about this, Iâll bring the money down to you, later on, how about that?â
The female owner openly glared at Dead Fatty.
[Ha ha haâ-]
A burst of fluid mechanical laughter was suddenly heard.
Another of the innâs tenants had shown up in the hallway.
This was a robot whose entire body was made of metal who mocked Dead Fatty as soon as it saw him: [Inferior creature, if youâre so poor, thereâs no need for you to stay here, otherwise, youâre just causing trouble for yourself]
Dead Fattyâs expression became furious and got ready to charge at him.
The robot took out a gun that gave off a silvery glow and pointed it at Dead Fatty, scoffing at him: [Want to die?]
Dead Fatty quickly typed: [Perhaps a lifeform such as you hadnât been introduced to the meaning of death, I shall gladly lead you toââ]
As soon as his iris turned vertical, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.
The female inn owner.
As the female owner saw his irises, her expression changed.
A dragon.
This is the eye of a dragon.
Who would have thought that a dragon was staying in my inn and even working as a guard?
Then, what kind of person would be this dragonâs master?
ââitâs not worth it to offend them.
The female owner shook her head and spoke in a low tone of voice: âThe rules of Dream Island states that you canât cause trouble inside an innâ
Dead Fattyâs expression was still full of ferocity and violently typed: [He messed with me first]
The female owner sighed and adjusted her tone to be a bit softer: âAlright, you can continue to stay here, I wonât take your moneyââ but you canât cause trouble, how about that?â
Dead Fatty paused briefly before silently typing: [Alright]
The female owner nodded.
While dragons are sly, they can be trusted once theyâve given their words.
She disappeared.
Only Dead Fatty and the robot remained in the hallway.
[Haha, the owner had always taken pity on poor people. Thatâs fine as well, even a single of my bullets is worth more than your life, inferior creature] the robot boastfully shook his gun and said.
Dead Fatty wasnât angry this time.
He put the keyboard away and took off his cap, smirking.
âOf course I canât be compared to rich people like youâ
Dead Fatty had spoken.
ââDragon Hex, activated!
The robot didnât notice anything at all and just stood still for a bit, feeling this to be a bit meaningless.
The other party had already admitted weakness, am I supposed to continue insulting them?
ââ-itâs no longer fun.
[Garbage carbon-based lifeforms...]
The robot begrudgingly put his gun away and swiftly left.
The hallway became silent again.
Only Dead Fatty remained here by himself.
A while later.
He suddenly put up his hands in front of his face and muttered: âI wonât collect any kind of power today, only moneyâ
Cla cla cla cla clakââ-
From the void of space, a large number of metal coins suddenly fell down.
As soon as the coins fell onto his hands, they all vanished without a trace, having been taken by him.
Dead Fatty mumbled to himself: âYou dare insult this dragon, then this dragon will take away your entire life savings...â
An entire minute later.
The final metallic coin landed on his hand, which he put into his pocket.
âCurrency from the robot kingdomââ now I have moneyâ
Dead Fatty whistled in satisfaction.
He leaned on the wall once again and took out another apple to eat.
Suddenly, the female owner reappeared in the hallway.
Dead Fatty put the cap back on and took out the keyboard: [Miss owner, you came just in time, Iâm not someone who would stay without paying]
He casually took out a bag of coins and tossed it to her.
The female owner accepted the bag of coins, then threw it back.
âIt isnât about money this time, I have a question that requires your expertiseâ
The female owner said.
[Huh? Eh? Expertise?] Dead Fatty typed with a confused expression.
âIndeed, I heard that the dragon race is one with the most abundance of knowledge, and Iâve just discovered something strange that needs your excellencyâs knowledgeâ the female owner said.
[Whatâs in it for me?] Dead Fatty typed.
The female owner looked at the pitiful apple in his hand, then at his figure and said: âThe meals of our inn are of the highest quality in Dream Island, from now on, whenever you stay here, youâre welcome to eat as you likeâ
[Speak, I wonât refuse to help] Dead Fatty excitedly typed.
The female owner hesitantly asked: âAre we going to talk right here?â
[Thatâs right, I need to guard in front of the door just in case anything happens] Dead Fatty typed to explain.
The female owner then clapped her hands loudly.
A row of watches appeared in the void of space in front of her.
Dead Fattyâs gaze became focused.
So she was a Temporal-type Combatant, no wonder she could operate an inn in a place like Dream Island.
The female owner said: âPlease take a look, there have been some issues with my life-bound Soul Artifacts. They were originally capable of displaying the correct time in various historical locations within the Space Vortex, but now, theyâve all gone haywireâ
Dead Fatty took a look at those watches.
Only to see that the Second hand on all 17 watches were moving at ludicrous speeds.
Dead Fatty tilted his head in thought and typed: [Are you pregnant?]
âNo, I currently donât have a partnerâ the female owner answered.
[Do you have a healthy lifestyle?] Dead Fatty typed another question.
âA very healthy oneâ the female owner glared at him briefly.
Dead Fatty narrowed his eyes and typed:
[A fair trade, I will give you a Temporal incantation specifically for testing Temporal-type abilities. It wonât do much, but you should know better than I do that Temporal incantations are always very rare]
The female owner finally smiled and nodded: âIndeed, that is very beneficial, I can give you a gold card. From now on, you can come here to eat and rest as you like, I wonât charge you anythingâ
Dead Fatty was also pleased with this transaction and typed: [The incantation goes like this: Time, you are the enemy of living beings, but my best friend, please help me take care of all within the drifting sand]
The female ownerâs expression became serious and commented: âThis incantation... seems to be that personage...â
Dead Fatty quickly put up a âshhâ gesture.
The female owner immediately stopped talking and mobilized her power, chanting: âTime, you are the enemy of living beings, but my best friend, please help me take care of all within the drifting sandâ
Golden sand began to manifest from the void of space, circled once around the female owner, then slowly disappeared.
The female owner waited for a bit before turning to look at her row of watches.
The hands of the watches continued to spin like crazy.
âHow strange, through the incantation, I can sense that there was nothing wrong with my Temporal ability, so what exactlyâââ
The female owner turned back to Dead Fatty and abruptly stopped talking.
In front of her, Dead Fattyâs expression was horrifying.
The presence of the dragon race started radiating uncontrollably from his body, even his eyes had turned into a pair of vertical irises.
âNo...â
Dead Fatty struggled to open his mouth.
âHow could that be, Time... had collapsed...â
...
At another location.
Gu Qing Shan was standing on top of a mountain.
At this point, his entire body was encased in bones, which made him look like a skeletal monster.
ââ-he had gathered all six of the frozen corpseâs body parts.
âShroudâ he muttered.
âIâm hereâ Shroudâs voice resounded in his mind.
âAre you prepared?â Gu Qing Shan asked.
âI can do it at will, but you must be careful. I suspect that Apocalypse had already arrived at the Wraith realm and was now silently waiting for the moment that the Reality Gate opensâ Shroud replied.
âI think so as wellâââ
âLetâs go!â
As soon as he said that, he disappeared without a trace.