Chapter 284: Chapter 219: The Elf Clan of All Deities
Elves, a race renowned for their beauty and elegance.
Regardless of age and gender, they all possess a visage and body that the vast majority of intelligent creatures would find exceedingly handso.
Why the vast majority, you ask? Because there will always be creatures like the Pure Blood Beastn who fancy muscular brutes, or Roger who fancies dragons, and unless you employ Brainwash Magic, there is no flipping their XP system straight.
All the evidence regarding the source of the Elves’ beauty points to the favor of the Beauty God.
Due to this favor, the Beauty God collected the continenter’s impressions of "beauty," amalgamated them, and chose the most universally favored traits—the ones that best align with the intelligent creatures’ XP—molded and voilà, the Elf Clan now resembles the vast majority’s aesthetic standards.
Naturally, a very senior Magician raised a question about this:
"If we could alter the majority’s perception of beauty, could we then manipulate the Elves’ appearance?"
"If we convince most people that tentacle monsters are beautiful, would the Elves possibly turn into..."
But before this research could even reach the Magic Association’s conference table, news arrived that the Magician who posed these questions had ’committed suicide’ by taking an arrow to the back. Simultaneously, the Elves conducted military exercises with other species of the Elf Forest, even taking out their Forest Guardian God for so air.
Thus, the research on manipulating the Elves’ appearance died in its infancy, never to be ntioned again.
To this day, people still puzzle over whose XP it was that most Elves have green hair, pointed ears, bust sizes that never exceed C-cup, and fragile-looking physiques that seem to snap upon collision. After all, there are many who appreciate a fuller figure, so why can’t all Elves be F-cup!
Soday everyone will appreciate those with broad aspirations!
"Look, it’s those Elves causing trouble."
Following the crowd’s gaze, a procession of svelte figures erged from the shadow cast by the bulletin board, appearing before everyone.
Seeing Elves wasn’t exactly unusual, but witnessing so many at once was indeed a rare bloom, and combined with their undeniable beauty, people craned their necks for a better view.
One look, and wow, it was an XP lting pot, with everyone finding the type that suited their own taste.
Leading the pack was an elf auntie whose ripe peach-like presence radiated a mature charm.
There was an elf big sister with a an smirk as if she were a mischievous sprite.
A Three Nons Younger Sister elf, expressionless, with thick glasses and a book hugged to her chest.
An elf cool guy, covering the lower half of his face with a mask, posing with his arms folded.
Behind them paraded a variety of handso n and pretty won, each with distinctive features that struck right at the viewers’ hearts. There must have been upwards of twenty, right?
"Wow, so stylish!" so people exclaid, eyes sparkling with hearts.
These Elves seed to carry a Low Tier Charming Technique on them, as just one good look could generate fondness.
Seemingly the leader, the elf auntie smiled and waved slowly to the excited crowd, much like a Queen inspecting her subjects, every gesture radiating a spring-breeze warmth. Just one glance at her beauty seed to extend one’s life.
Flowers and grasses sprouted between the tiles, growing taller than the people, with petals scattering in abundance, offering a visual treat along with a refreshing scent that filled the nostrils of the onlookers.
They even have special effects for their entrance!
"What’s with these Elves, so pretentious," grumbled Luluwo on stage, gritting her teeth as her own spotlight was stolen, with even those buying books having scampered off to look at the Elves.
She turned to find her own team mbers gazing at the Elves and her cheeks puffed out in anger, reminiscent of a little pufferfish seemingly saying "don’t ss with ."
The Elves effortlessly stole everyone’s attention upon arrival; even though no one had ever seen them before, the scene resembled that of chasing celebrities—truly, the Elves’ entrance effects and beauty were unbeatable.
"Hey, are you the ones who ssed up the plaza?" An elderly yet vigorous voice intervened just then; the elf auntie looked over. The speaker was an energetic old lady with multicolored sleeve-cuffs, the symbol of Bed City’s Sanitation Supervisor.
The elf auntie looked at her and parted her sensuous red lips to smile.
"Smile, smile, smile, smile your head off, Goblin," the old lady snapped, effectively jamming the elf’s intended response in her throat—a bewildered expression crossed the elf’s face.
"Why that look? You don’t understand what happened, do you? Country bumpkins from the forest—ignorant, not even knowing the rules."
The elf cool guy had just begun showing an annoyed expression, when the old lady, continuously chattering away, smacked a fine notice on his forehead.
"Settle this fine within two days, ignorant bumpkins—the plaza I just cleaned!" She walked away, hands behind her back, and only proceeded to sweep the petals off the ground did the Elves co to their senses.
The elderly humans truly held an inexplicable magic, once they began their nagging, it rendered people unable to fathom any rebuttal!
The elf cool guy examined the fine notice on his forehead, then looked back at the elf auntie.
She glanced at the flowers and weeds on the ground, and then at the old lady sweeping by herself, sighed, and said in an intellectual tone:
"Let’s help out."
Shortly after, a strange spectacle erged on the plaza.
The previously grandiose Elves now each held a broom, sweeping the plaza clean, occasionally being nagged by an unimpressive-looking old lady.
So overheard the elf cool guy’s complaints.
"Who the heck used a high-level plant growth spell, making cleaning up such a hassle? Did a tentacle monster suck his brain out?"
Hearing this, Three Nons Younger Sister silently turned her head away and stealthily pointed to the floor tile beneath the cool guy, which imdiately sprouted noisily popping Sound Burst Fruit, scaring him into a shriek like a little girl.
The Elf big sister swept the main street a few tis and then vanished without a trace, with no one knowing where she went.
But Gong Qiying saw it clearly because the elf looked familiar to him. After thinking for a while, he realized it was Steeran’s sister—rca.
This gal pretended to clean a bit and then sneaked into the nearest tavern to drink rrily, like a long-abstinent winehog.
"It’s been a while since I last saw her, so she went back to her hotown, eh?"
rca, as an elite mber of the Exploration Team with people like Leon and Holy Light Knight, was the only one who did not receive a reward for completing the quest. Her streak of bad luck was enough for Gong Qiying to rember her.
Moreover, she is the only one to this day in Sain Dungeon who has been killed by fall damage when a Crystal Lizard knocked her out of the air, a record that remains unbeaten mainly because there are no more Crystal Lizards on the current map.
Gong Qiying thought this Elf was quite eccentric when he saw her interaction with Steeran, but he didn’t expect the bunch of elves she brought back this ti to be even more eccentric.
Look, the elves who were just cleaning are now munching on a buffet, and naturally, the food is the flowers and grass that need to be cleared!
As long as all the "trash" is eaten, there’s no need to clean—such mighty logic!
But how do you manage to feast on the food in public view; is your ntal fortitude as strong as your logic?
"It looks like the books say elves are vegetarians."
But Gong Qiying rembers that every ti Steeran enters the food area, she really enjoys the at, erging with a belly full.
Looking at this, Steeran is also quite the character, huh? Does the Elf Clan exclusively produce such eccentric people?
That Elf aunty seems to be the only one who looks sowhat normal, right?
Gong Qiying turned his head and saw that the graceful and mature Elf aunty gathered all the plant leaves and twigs, stuffing them under her long, ground-sweeping skirt, revealing a blissful expression as she did.
"Delicious~"
"..."
Let’s not get into what the purpose of her doing so is, but it’s obvious she’s a bit odd in the head.
"Hmm, now I’m curious what kind of tricks they can pull off in my Dungeon."
Since every one of these elves is unconventional, maybe they could find an alternative way to conquer the Dungeon?
As the designer, he was very anticipatory.
The interlude brought by the Elf Clan ended quickly. After they finished cleaning, they didn’t stay in the plaza but went elsewhere to stroll around.
Gong Qiying didn’t follow them, fearing he’d be treated as a peeping tom.
The mbers of the Skyrim Strategy Group continued to sell their pamphlets, batch after batch, each ti claiming that it was the last of their stock.
Thanks to their efforts, the two brand-new areas, "Reyalucaria Magic Classroom" and "Lake Lienia
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