This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 1206 - 1206 542 Sleepless Seed

1206: Chapter 542 Sleepless Seed 1206: Chapter 542 Sleepless Seed “Keep quiet, I have sothing important for you,” Mu You said as he helplessly set Ling Long down, seeing that she was only getting louder.

“Ah?

What is it?” Ling Long imdiately shut up.

“Let’s synchronize our mories first.” Mu You shook his head, extended his hand to draw Ling Long back into his body, and released her after a few seconds.

“Now I see…” Having synchronized the mories, Ling Long naturally understood what Mu You wanted her to do.

“So, I’ll leave that matter to you.

I’ll give Jiu You a heads-up later, contact him if you need anything,” Mu You said.

“OK!”

Ling Long made an OK gesture, her smile brimming, “Then I’ll treat it as a business trip and it’s all good as long as you don’t hurry back.”

Mu You was left speechless, thinking to himself, How wild can you be…

After that, Mu You didn’t bother to control Ling Long any longer.

He warned her not to ss around and let her leave.

Having sent Ling Long away, Mu You returned to the pet store.

By this ti, his two avatars had also gotten up and started their respective tasks.

Mu You checked on the situations of his two avatars in turn.

On the dicinal Plant Gatherer’s side, he had already ridden a Two Headed Dragon to the legendary “Lochmaddy Abyss”—the largest, most mysterious, and most dangerous abyss in the entire Star Spirit World continent.

If the perilous places in the Star Spirit World were likened to ga dungeons, then the Great Abyss would definitely be considered the ultimate dungeon.

In typical perilous places, a level 20 epic creature would suffice as a final boss, but in the Great Abyss, saying “epics as common as dogs, legends roam freely” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

It’s said that to date, no living person born on the surface has ever truly explored the bottom of the Great Abyss.

Or rather, adventurers who dared to dive too deep into the Abyss have never returned.

At this mont, the dicinal Plant Gatherer had just arrived at the Abyss not long ago and was exploring near the surface, not yet having the chance to delve deeper.

Mu You felt relatively at ease about the dicinal Plant Gatherer’s side.

Although he was acting alone, he had spent 4,000 years working and living in dark caves in the Bitter Garden, and had already grown accustod to cliffs and ravines.

Pioneering this type of abyss terrain was like entering his comfort zone.

Mu You then checked on the Watchman’s situation.

The group of five Watchman had arrived at the capital of the Fatima Empire the day before, disguised as a wealthy traveling rchant and his bodyguards.

After registering at the Secret Art Society, they were successfully granted mbership.

The mbership here actually didn’t have a high threshold; the main requirent was to demonstrate at least one magic to prove the presence of Magic Power, then pay a “material fee” of 50 years of lifespan.

For a Wizard, a re 50 years was nothing, but such a sum could only get one the status of an ordinary mber, starting from the lowest level and undergoing basic training on the teachings and doctrines of the society.

Of course, if one could pay thousands to tens of thousands of years in mbership fees upfront, they could start from a relatively high position upon joining.

The Watchman was in such a scenario.

Relying on his substantial wealth, the persona he played was the only rich rchant among the five, and upon eting the head of the society, he imdiately splurged 10,000 years of lifespan, earning the utmost respect and being treated as a major patron from day one, enjoying various VIP treatnts.

“I have to admit, the experience for pay-to-win players is just superior, always a cut above the rest,” the Watchman remarked.

“Let’s focus.

What have you found out?” Mu You asked.

The Watchman had spent so much money not rely to show off wealth, but mainly to gather intelligence.

His current identity clearly provided him with much more information than others could obtain.

“These people are very shrewd.

The lower ordinary mbers are just crowdfunded cannon fodder, totally kept away from the real Black Magic knowledge.

The actual Black Magic enthusiasts haven’t shown their faces at all, only presenting rosy narratives,” the Watchman said helplessly.

“We got a bit better treatnt.

Yesterday, soone who claid to be ‘Father’ appeared, looking like a formal mber.

He perford so Black Magic for us and even gave us a lesson on Black Magic, teaching us the most basic ‘Small Fireball,'” the Watchman continued.

“Oh?

Is it the real thing?” Mu You was slightly surprised.

“Yes, it indeed was the Black Magic version of Small Fireball, and the Black Magic he demonstrated was genuine,” the Watchman affird.

“Directly teaching you Black Magic, aren’t they afraid of accidents?” Mu You felt strange.

Black Magic was known for its failure rate, especially when first learning—mistakes were common and control could easily be lost, potentially mutating the user into a monster.

“That’s the key point!”

The Watchman said gravely, “During yesterday’s lesson, indeed, many people made mistakes and entered a state of flux, but in the end, they were all saved by that ‘Father.'”

“Oh?

How did he save them?” Mu You was taken aback; as far as he knew, there were only two things capable of reversing a state of flux: one was the Secret Art Crystal, which could only regulate one’s natural Magic Power but couldn’t save others, and the other was the Forest Spirit Core, which could naturally absorb Black Magical Power contamination.

“That man was wearing a pair of black gloves, placed his hands on those who lost control, and the Black Magical Power turmoil quickly subsided.

As for whether there was sothing hidden in those gloves, I’m not sure.

But my guess is that it might be the Heart of the Forest Spirit,” the Watchman shrugged.

“Could these guys also have reached an agreent with the Forest Spirits?” Mu You wondered with a frown.