136: Chapter 119: Gifts 136: Chapter 119: Gifts Lu Ping’an’s approach, to put it nicely, was that of a “high-end player taking unconventional paths.” To put it bluntly, it was an “extrely low-cost, death-inviting behavior.”
From the mont he entered this factory area alone, he had already surpassed the understanding of normal professionals.
According to the strategy guide, this should have been a key point for a team of a thousand people to attack, or at the very least, a surprise attack mission for a hundred people.
But Lu Ping’an slid in all by himself.
If he were to be found, he would inevitably be chased down and “killed.”
Even these slave workers had first-tier Battle-profession powers.
A team of over a dozen would be enough to surround and kill Lu Ping’an, let alone those second and third-tier priests and practitioners.
Once discovered, it’s over.
As long as he stayed long enough, his role would be thoroughly analyzed sooner or later, and at most, he could only have half a day’s advantage.
What could he do then?
“…
Heh, finally, the delivery slave convoy.”
That huge war machine was Lu Ping’an’s first target, but not what he was truly looking for.
“Sure enough, it’s still being loaded…”
He casually turned the technicians who had guided him into pieces of flesh.
With the help of curse techniques, they could communicate, saving Lu Ping’an a lot of trouble finding his way.
Between these forcibly widened workshops, a manta-ray-like War Beast was completing its final adjustnts.
And the slave workers, under the leadership of the priest class, were carrying up large amounts of canned soup.
“…
It seems the delivery convoy hasn’t left yet…”
Yes, the delivery convoy, that’s what Lu Ping’an was looking for.
“All of this, just because so kid was greedy?”
When he saw the records earlier, Lu Ping’an found them absurd, but reasonable.
Even if it’s a Son of the Evil God from the Exotic Realm, forcefully opening a channel to another world with a clear coordinate and guidance is a hugely expensive task.
But what if that Evil God was just a child?
A child who couldn’t distinguish the “price” from the “gain.” When soone on the other end of the phone shouts, “There’s good food here,” they naturally wouldn’t consider whether they’d been deceived or if the expensive “al” was worth it.
So, the door opened, and disaster struck.
So naturally, the starving child now called for food, and servants had to hurry and deliver the al.
So, this “delivery” luxury convoy was ford.
Delivering food to their young master beca the Fishn’s first strategic target.
In “history,” this War Beast had just completed its construction and was not deployed to the front line.
Instead, it headed straight for the crack leading to the Otherworldly realm and was grabbed away by a giant claw.
It’s said that the witnesses suffered severe physical and psychological damage, and that it’s probably the biggest “crisis point” of this Secret Realm.
So suspected whether there was anything important inside, sothing that the Demon God wouldn’t hesitate to tear through the space for, tried their best to intercept it, only to find that nauseating “at soup.”
It’s worth ntioning that the difficulty of that trial skyrocketed.
The furious Son of the Evil God threw a lot of chaotic things.
And at this mont, Lu Ping’an, who didn’t understand so ideas, also set his sights on this target.
“Hungry?
Daddy’s got sothing tasty for you.”
Why bother ssing with these toys and tools?
Whoever disgusted him, naturally, he’d find the source and disgust them back.
Even if it’s just a piece of history, a mory…
“Maybe, this isn’t just history and mory.”
“Big Cat, the Riddler needs a beating.”
“Even if you knew the outco, would it matter to you?
Would it change your plan?”
“Of course not…
Mmm, the taste is just about right, it’s delicious.”
There’s a large pot in front of him, the original “at ingredients” had been drained, and the new ingredients were from one Fishman head after another, filling half of the room.
The entire room was filled with a fishy sll and stench, and the floor was entirely charred.
Lu Ping’an’s definition of “delicious” apparently had a faulty sense of sll.
Lu Ping’an’s Silver spoon kept stirring the pot, watching the flesh gradually dissolve into a disgusting and malicious liquid before disappearing without a trace.
The Regret of Looking Back, symbolizing the ruthless ti, was colorless and tasteless, just like the quietly passing good tis, making it not so easy to discover.
[Torture of Dusk (Silver Mid-position)…
The boiled materials must be limbs of young and adult individuals of the sa species as the one affected by the potion.
The closer the consur’s race is to the material’s race, the better the effect…]
“Well, since it’s a young deity protected by the race, it should be considered the sa race.”
Lu Ping’an casually threw more ingredients into the pot, thinking about it with a smile, and tossed a bunch of miscellaneous chemical bottles he found in the factory.
A Silver-tier Curse probably wouldn’t have much effect on this young god of at least Gold-tier, but it was enough to disgust it.
Originally, he had considered using even more disgusting materials, but after consulting with the Big Cat, he learned that for such beings, mundane things probably wouldn’t have much of an effect.
“Can chemical agents only be used for seasoning?
Then let this demon, who ate its own kind, enjoy the poison made by its own kind.
Heh, just a monster that gets angry when it doesn’t get to eat foreign food, looking forward to sitting at the dining table and opening the lunchbox, only to taste a familiar and disgusting flavor…
Hehe, it’ll be very angry.”
“It looks like it’s a gluttonous Demon God.
Eating is a ritual in itself, and interrupting it might actually hurt it…
It’s more than angry, it’ll be furious, especially since that guy’s already losing big.”
“Besides, your Silver-tier cursed item is quite good.
It has the ‘Curse of the sa Kind’ and ‘Ti’ curse properties, both of high quality.
It’s still a young deity without ‘Ti’ resistance, and with no defense, once it’s swallowed, it won’t feel good.”
Big Cat confird the feasibility of the plan, and Lu Ping’an carried it out.
Whether it’s about rescue or destroying strategic points, it doesn’t really matter.
It’s good if he can complete it, but it doesn’t matter if he can’t.
But since soone had disgusted him, he had to disgust them back!
Now, imdiately, right away.
“Alright, that’s about enough.”
He took a glance at the soup, which looked just like a lump of flesh-and-blood paste he had seen earlier.
Lu Ping’an smiled, reentered the shadow of the ceiling, and vanished.
As the leading priests and technicians died in large numbers, and the production line and materials yard were destroyed by him, it was obviously too late to make more food for the young master, especially as he was getting increasingly impatient.
This seemingly problem-free material should have been served on the destined dining table.
Well, there’s a high possibility.
After all, delaying the al was death, serving the wrong al was also death…
Besides, there doesn’t seem to be any problem with it on the surface.
“Well, it doesn’t matter if it fails.
There’s still plenty of fun around here.”
So, the Hanged Man walked away with a cheerful stride, looking for his next playmate.
He didn’t have much ti left for his tricks, so he might as well deceive a new audience.
He didn’t know that as he happily stirred the pot, the real world outside the Secret Realm was in an uproar.
“The Secret Realm has been activated and evolved?!
Who is it?
Who has greatly altered ‘history’?
Lu Ping’an?”
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