Chapter 360: 0306 Solved?_1
Oh no! We’ve been tricked!
After being viciously pecked by a dozen giant hens, the Snake Spirit instantly realized it had fallen into a trap within a trap and hurriedly tried to withdraw and escape.
However, even though its reaction was swift, it still wasn’t quicker than those old hens eager for a snack.
Seeing the delicious "Black and White Earthworm" trying to wriggle back, three or four gigantic chicken feet simultaneously pierced through the barrier between the Dreamrealm and reality, thudding down and forcibly pinned half of the Snake Spirit’s body into the ground.
Imdiately after, more than a dozen hens clucked and crowded up, attacking the terrified Snake Spirit in a storm of furious pecks!
"Wait!"
"Cluck cluck!"
"Damn beast! Get lost!"
"Cluck cluck!"
"Wait! Let’s talk! I can give you... Ah!"
"Cluck cluck cluck cluck!"
"Spare... Spare ! Have rcy!"
...
Was it over just like that?
Watching the Snake Spirit, pecked bloody by a dozen hens, desperately plead for rcy without a shred of dignity, Leon couldn’t help but smack his lips, feeling a bellyful of complaints and having no idea where to start venting.
He, who was in the Dreamrealm just monts ago, had seen the true form of the Snake Spirit.
That massive snake—nearly a hundred ters tall even when slightly coiled, resembling a small mountain range—had been caught in the ritual set by Senior Tom, ending up pecked all over by a flock of nesting hens, and was visibly on the brink of collapse.
The degree of weakening was truly... utterly unreasonable, perhaps even a bit cheating.
"You better not think about negotiating with it."
Noticing Leon’s complex expression and sowhat misunderstanding his thoughts, the lazy young man promptly reminded him,
"The reason I can subdue it now is half because we planned it with smarts and half because it acted foolishly, not even checking once before trying to escape through the rift between the Dreamrealm and reality.
And the vibrant Dreamrealm, although a thousand tis easier to escape than reality, is also a thousand tis more fragile compared to the heavy, monotonous reality.
As long as we could catch it at the mont it squeezed into the rift and forcibly drag it into the ritual ground suppressing the Holy Spirit, it was like using the real existing power to crush the false and elusive Dream. At that point, it was just an earthworm that could be pecked to death by chickens.
But if we were to let it out and allow it to cross that threshold, then it would still be that giant snake you saw, capable of smashing a small hill with re physical strength. We would be the ones needing to run."
"Ah, I know."
Coming back to his senses, Leon nodded, indicating he wasn’t foolish enough to heed the enemy’s pleas and then seriously responded,
"Senior Emma said that only after the enemy has completely lost the ability to resist is it ti to negotiate. I wasn’t trying to negotiate with it, just... uh... it just felt a bit too fast..."
"Are you saying I prepared too fast, or it lost too quickly?"
"A bit of both..."
Looking at the chaotic chicken coop in front of him, Leon couldn’t help but scratch the back of his head, bewildered,
"I originally thought that even if you, Senior, could solve the Snake Spirit, it would be evenly matched, at least going back and forth for a few rounds first.
But you, Senior, rely broke a piece off its statue, then crushed the snake eggs that built the secret shrine and casually created a chicken coop with these materials, yet you subdued it so quickly. It’s just a bit too fast."
"Heh, you want to say it wasn’t just fast, but also hasty, right?"
"It is a bit... Although it was hasty, I have to say the result is impressive. A Holy Spirit almost at the hierarchy of a True God couldn’t even fight back in front of you, Senior. That’s truly remarkable!"
...
*This guy’s got a keen eye... Ahem, this future True God is actually quite easy to get along with.*
Seeing the look of astonishnt on Leon’s face and feeling a bit tickled in just the right spot, the lazy young man couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth lift slightly.
*Even though he might be a bit annoying in the future, pushing
across the tiline to lend a hand, right now he’s just an honest newcor, quick-witted and steady in his work, doing exactly what’s asked of him with high execution capability, and he speaks well; no wonder the Director favors him so much.*
"The gap between
and this Snake Spirit isn’t actually that big."
After slightly revising his view of "Leon-the-annoying-future," the lazy young man coughed and waved it off, responding,
"The back-and-forth scenario you’re describing would be Emma and the Director’s fighting style. Their style is more like arm wrestling; the bigger, more skilled person usually wins, but the loser, as long as the gap isn’t too vast, doesn’t typically get too hurt.
What I’m doing is more about playing tricks. Although it doesn’t guarantee hitting the right weak spot and requires presetting the trap, once it succeeds, the person tricked directly falls into the trap, losing all ability to resist, which makes the gap appear larger than it is. But if soone else did it, it would be the sa."
"You’re being modest, Senior."
Watching the Snake Spirit in the chicken coop, clearly with more out than in and already pecked to its last breath by the hens, Leon shook his head, sincerely remarking,
"Playing tricks might not be that hard, but to know where to lay the tricks, and what kind of trick can bring down a Holy Spirit, that’s not sothing everyone can do—only you can, Senior."
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