As the eclipse gradually passed, the sky transford once again. The cursed moon, the bright moon, and the sun separated, casting their individual lights across the land. The once nacing purple hue that had shrouded the world faded, replaced by a serene light blue, as if the celestial event had never happened.
Mutated beasts that had lost their minds under the influence of the eclipse regained their senses. However, their altered forms and newfound powers remained.
Among them, the basilisks were a notable exception. They retained not only their enhanced abilities but also their collective hivemind. The warden group continued their surveillance of Diana, ensuring her imprisonnt. anwhile, the remaining forces focused their attention on Felix's hidden oil derrick.
At first, the assault team persisted in their relentless attacks on the derrick's barrier, sacrificing themselves to weaken its defenses. Lightning bolts from the array struck them down one after another.
But when the eclipse expired, the assault halted. The basilisks no longer threw themselves at the deadly lightning. Instead, they encircled the invisible structure, forming a blockade around the do. Taking advantage of the cleared land around the oil derrick, they built a new village around the do.
This would be their new operation base.
anwhile, lamias who had resisted the curse began to regroup beneath Felix's floating island. The shadow it cast during the day provided a cool respite from the oppressive sun. Despite the scorched, barren land below, the lamias found the area suitable for establishing new settlents.
Though the land lacked trees and water, their mastery of water magic allowed them to survive in even the harshest conditions.
What had begun with just five lamias soon grew into a gathering of a hundred survivors, drawn to the site by the lingering scents of battle and opportunity. As they made their way to the area, they scavenged remnants of Felix's battle with the galith Dragon.
Broken rifles, spent grenades, and debris from the conflict littered the landscape, and though many items were damaged beyond use, a few intact supply crates remained hidden in obscure spots—buried under rubble or lodged in deep pits.
Despite their formidable physical strength, the lamias struggled to open the intact crates. Though their bodies were naturally stronger than those of ordinary humans, the containers were designed to be secure, impervious to brute force alone.
After several fruitless attempts, the lamias repurposed the crates for a new purpose. They built a crude altar atop the supply crates, using them as a foundation for their worship of their demon god.
The gathering of lamias also brought about a change in leadership. During the chaos of the eclipse, they had encountered a powerful and charismatic figure, soone they now chose to serve as their new queen.
With their tribe reford and a new leader in place, the lamias began their next chapter, rebuilding their strength under the shadow of Felix's island and the watchful eye of their newly elected queen.
However, that queen brought along friends from other races as well - the friends from the sa slave market.
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Felix stood on the rooftop, pursing his lips in frustration. His gaze fixed on the sky.
The cursed moon, still lingering in the heavens, cast an eerie purple glow that gradually faded as the sunlight began to overpower it. Yet, despite its dimming light, the moon's unsettling presence remained. It served as a constant reminder of the chaos that had unfolded, keeping Felix in a foul mood.
He glanced at the floating system CCTV screens nearby, which displayed the current situation around his prized oil derrick. The footage showed the basilisks, still loitering around despite the attack having ceased. Though the assault was over, the fact that they hadn't left made Felix uneasy.
"h. Whatever his stupid na is, a god is still a god. What kind of ss did I just get into?" Felix muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed.
Jessica's calm voice echoed in his mind, offering a practical solution.
Felix sighed, rubbing his temples in exasperation. "Man... this is complicated."
He wasn't used to being on the back foot, and the idea of a lurking god, who had already reincarnated and was slowly regaining power, unnerved him.
Felix prided himself on his reckless, take-charge attitude, but even he knew better than to take on a god prematurely. Yet, the longer he waited, the more power the demon god would regain. Ti was both his ally and his enemy.
The reality of Felix's situation settled in. Patience was now his best option, though it clashed with his impulsive nature. Still, one thing was clear: Felix wasn't going to wait forever.
Felix's frustration grew, "I guess I have to grind hard. But damn. 666,666 years of lifespan for a god-slaying weapon, or the quests."
Felix had two unappealing options. He could take a shortcut by purchasing the god-slaying weapon from the system store, but it would cost him an astronomical 666,666 years of lifespan, and that was just for the weakest weapon.
His other option was to train, complete quests, and upgrade his skills through the system—a much slower path but far more feasible for a longterm strategy.
Either way, it was going to be a grind, and Felix hated that. He wanted nothing more than to laze around in his house, enjoy his slow-paced lifestyle, and avoid hard work altogether.
Jessica read his thoughts and reminded him.
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