Chapter 150 Interlude
Qian Renxue heard these words.
She lowered her head even further, her fingernails digging deep into the cracks in the ground.
That was an insult.
But she didn't even have the right to be angry.
"Procedures are necessary."
Navelette finally spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it had a metallic quality that pierced through the wind high above and clearly penetrated everyone's eardrums.
He turned his head and looked at Funina, who was sitting on the armrest.
Those vertical pupils contracted slightly.
There was no blame.
He reached out and naturally straightened Funina's slightly crooked bow tie.
"Also, don't throw sunflower seed shells into the primordial sea of fetuses. That's the foundation used to reshape the rules."
"Tch, stingy."
Funina pouted, but still obediently put away the sunflower seeds in her hand. "So? That's it? No way to say anything? Like, 'I'll take responsibility for you guys' or something cheesy?"
"unnecessary."
Navelette withdrew her gaze.
He slowly stood up.
As he moved, the entire high-altitude platform suddenly sank.
boom!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted instantly.
This is not soul power.
This is authority.
Qian Renxue, Xue Di, Bing Di, and the Goddess of Life, who were kneeling on the ground, felt a sudden lightness in their bodies.
Countless streams of deep blue water, like living tentacles, climbed up their knees and, in the blink of an eye, seeped into their brows.
There is no pain.
There was only one sense of alienation, as if a soul had been forcibly marked.
In that instant, they could clearly sense that their lives, their martial spirits, and even the destination of their souls after death were all bound to the man before them.
That is a closer connection than the secular term "wife".
That is master and slave.
Those are God and His retinue.
The ceremony is complete.
Navelette uttered two words softly.
No nonsense.
He didn't even help up any of the "brides".
The crowd below erupted in a thunderous roar, a primal worship of power.
"That's it?"
Furina jumped off the railing and poked Villette's waist with her parasol. "Hey, this is so perfunctory! I'm still waiting to see how you're going to make that goddess of life cry."
Navilette ignored her chatter.
He sat back on the throne.
The phantom water dragon behind him roared to the sky, its silent sound waves shattering the clouds for miles around.
The sunlight poured down without obstruction, illuminating his profile, which was as hard as a rock, and also the group of once-powerful figures kneeling at his feet.
This world is too noisy.
But it's too fragile.
Navelette rested her cheek on one hand, while the fingers of her other hand tapped lightly on the obsidian armrest.
despair.
The crisp sound, like a pause, brought the clamor of the world to an abrupt halt.
His gaze pierced the sky, reaching into the more distant, unknown depths of the starry heavens.
Navelette closed her eyes.
The closed eyelids lasted for less than three breaths.
"Hello."
A crisp complaint rang in my ears.
Immediately afterwards, a small hand wearing white gloves reached out without any hesitation, pinched a strand of long white hair that was hanging down beside Villette's cheek with two fingers, and tugged it hard.
The force was not great.
It looks like someone is pulling on the label of a large doll.
Navelette opened her eyes again.
The grand vision that could see through the starry sky and awe the gods shattered instantly. He turned his head and looked down, just in time to meet Funina's heterochromatic eyes filled with boredom.
"Navilette, I'm hungry."
Funina loosened the strand of hair, hoisted the parasol onto her shoulder, and dangled her legs in mid-air, her heels clicking against each other.
"How long are we going to stay in this place where we only have the wind to drink?"
She stretched out a finger and pointed to the strongest people from Douluo Continent who were still kneeling on the ground below.
"Also, could you please stop that golden crocodile from glowing? It's hurting my eyes. And that woman in all green, she keeps crying, even though she doesn't make a sound, it's really annoying to watch."
The area below was deathly silent.
Even Qian Renxue and the Goddess of Life, whose souls had been invaded by the Primordial Sea of Fetal Life and who were in a state of absolute submission, were still experiencing a surge of shock in their hearts.
This girl...
How dare she pull that man's hair?
That is a terrifying existence that can shatter even the central hub of the divine realm with a single blow; it is the sole truth and ruler of this world.
Let alone touching them, even looking directly at their faces would require immense courage for them.
But this girl, who showed no signs of soul power fluctuations, not only made a move, but also looked disgusted.
What they found most absurd was Navelette's reaction.
The water dragon king did not unleash his thunderous wrath.
Not even a trace of displeasure appeared on that face, which was as cold and hard as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
"Hold on."
Navelette said.
He raised his hand.
No earth-shattering soul skills were used.
It's just a light tap of the index finger in the air.
Splash!
The water element in the air condenses instantly.
A crystal-clear water sphere, emitting a faint blue light, appeared out of thin air and slowly floated in front of Funina.
The water balloon exploded.
Inside was not a deadly weapon, but a plate of exquisite macarons, accompanied by a steaming cup of black tea.
These things are not illusions.
Instead, it was taken directly from a noble estate thousands of miles away by Villette using her power.
Space folding.
He did it simply to get an afternoon tea for the girl next to him.
"That's all."
Navelette said in a flat tone, "The dessert-making techniques in this world are very backward. The sugar content is not well controlled, and the texture is too hard. You'll have to make do with this until we get back to Fontaine."
Funina gave the plate of macarons a critical look.
"The color is too ugly."
She muttered something.
Despite his outward expression of disgust, his hand betrayed him by picking up a pink piece and popping it into his mouth with a crunch.
"Hmm... barely passable."
Funina gave a vague assessment, then offered the remaining half to Navelette's lips, "Why don't you try some? This is a special honor bestowed upon you by the God of God."
Navelette looked at the half-eaten dessert that was being offered to her mouth.
The girl's neat teeth marks were still visible on it.
He lowered his head slightly and ate the half macaron from Funina's hand.
The sweet taste spread throughout my mouth.
Navelette frowned almost imperceptibly. He didn't like overly sweet food, but he didn't refuse it.
"Too sweet."
He gave his evaluation.
"You're just too boring."
Fu Ningna withdrew her hand, picked up her black tea, took a sip, and looked down at the crowd below.
With the comfort of food, she seemed to feel a little better.
She pointed at Qian Renxue, who was kneeling at the front, as if she had discovered some novel toy.
"Hey, Navelette."
"That blond guy has been watching us the whole time."
Funina tilted her head, her ahoge (a single strand of hair sticking up) bobbing twice. "That look... how should I put it, it was like seeing your cat suddenly start talking. Am I that strange?"
Navelette followed her gaze.
Within sight.
Qian Renxue trembled violently, her initial shock at Funina's actions instantly replaced by immense fear.
She lowered her head in a panic, her forehead hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
"This servant...this servant dares not."
Qian Renxue's voice trembled.
This is not only because of their absolute dominance in strength.
It was also because the imprint of the "primordial womb" deep within the soul was issuing a frantic warning.
With just a thought from Navelette, she would turn into a pool of water that could not be condensed.
"She just doesn't understand."
Navelette withdrew her gaze and looked back at Funina beside her, the coldness in her tone dissipating considerably. "In this world where strength reigns supreme, the dependence of the weak on the strong is the law of survival. They cannot understand the relationship between us."
"Our relationship?"
Fu Ningna blinked.
She suddenly leaned close to Villette, her delicate little face almost touching the man's nose.
Warm breath sprayed onto Villette's face.
It has a black tea aroma.
"Tell me, Your Honor."
Funina smiled like a cunning fox, her eyes and brows brimming with mockery. "What...what is our relationship?"
She was asking a question she already knew the answer to.
It was also a test of the edge of some kind of danger.
For those long five hundred years, she played the role of a goddess before him, while he played the role of a judge.
The curtain has long since fallen on this play.
Now I am in a different world.
Navelette looked at the girl who was so close to her.
Her unguarded smile was reflected in those vertical pupils.
He did not back down.
"You are Funina."
Navelette said slowly, her voice steady and strong, "That's enough."
Not a god.
Not a celebrity.
It was just Funina.
This answer clearly surprised Funina.
All the witty remarks she had prepared stuck in her throat.
A crack appeared in the nonchalant mask on his face, and a slight blush rose to his ears.
"cut."
Funina sat up abruptly, turned her head away, and hurriedly straightened her bow tie. "What a boring answer. She's still the same blockhead she always was."
To cover her embarrassment, she grabbed another macaron from the plate and shoved it into her mouth.
"Let's go, let's go!"
Fu Ningna jumped off the railing, and almost tripped when she landed because her skirt was too long.
A large hand firmly supported her elbow.
"careful."
Navelette straightened her posture and then naturally let go of her hand.
Funina snorted, didn't thank her, and simply tapped the ground with her parasol.
"It's too windy here, it's giving me a headache. I need to go downstairs and take a look."
She pointed to the magnificent Jialing Pass city wall in the distance, "That building looks interesting, although it's a bit rustic, but it can be used as a temporary palace. I want to sleep in the biggest room."
That is the location of the imperial palace of the Spirit Empire.
It is also the core symbol of power in the entire Douluo Continent.
In Funina's words, however, it was like a makeshift hotel.
"Can."
Navelette nodded.
He rose from his throne.
As he moved, the water elements on the high-altitude platform began to surge.
They did not take Funina with them on the flight.
He knew she didn't like the feeling of weightlessness when her feet were off the ground.
Navelette took a step forward.
In the void beneath their feet, countless water droplets instantly condensed, transforming into a series of crystal-clear steps that meandered downwards, extending all the way to the distant ground.
Each step was perfectly stable, with a thin layer of non-slip water covering its surface.
"Let's go."
Navelette turned slightly to the side, gesturing for Funina to go first.
This gentlemanly demeanor was completely different from the domineering manner he displayed when suppressing the gods.
Funina raised her chin.
She was like a true queen, stepping onto the crystal staircase that Villette had laid out for her in high heels.
I took two steps.
She suddenly stopped and looked back at the crowd still kneeling on the spot.
"Hey, you guys."
"Furina shouted."
Qian Renxue, Xue Di, Bing Di, and the others froze, wondering what this little ancestor was up to now.
"That plate is quite heavy, I can't lift it."
Funina pointed to the plate of macarons left on the armrest of the throne. "Who's going to hold this for me? Vilette will be angry if I spill a single one."
Navelette: "..."
He did not say such a thing.
But seeing Funina's arrogant and domineering demeanor, he chose to remain silent.
This is also a form of indulgence.
"This servant...yes."
The goddess of life reacts the fastest.
The wife of the God of Destruction, who was once high and mighty in the divine realm, stood up without hesitation, picked up the remaining dessert with both hands, and became extremely humble.
She jogged to the steps and followed three steps behind Funina, barely daring to breathe.
Qian Renxue bit her lip.
She understood.
In this new order, the man named Navelette is the absolute law.
And this seemingly powerless girl...
She is the only exception to the law.
To survive, to protect the Spirit Hall, and even to gain a place in this new world, pleasing this girl might be more effective than pleasing that man.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, enduring the humiliation in her heart and the excruciating pain in her body, and got up to follow.
"Then I'll hold the umbrella for you."
Qian Renxue said in a low voice.
Funina glanced at her and handed her the small parasol in her hand.
"Okay, lift it up higher, don't block my view."
"yes."
The group slowly descended the crystal staircase.
Navelette walked beside Frynn, slightly behind by half a step.
It neither oversteps its bounds nor fails to respond to any unexpected situation.
"Navilette".
Halfway there, Funina suddenly spoke, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear her.
"Um?"
"Has the script for this world come to an end?"
Funina looked at the shattered earth in the distance and the energy storm in the sky that had not yet completely dissipated.
A rare hint of weariness appeared in her eyes.
Even after being transported to another world, she still habitually used the term "script" to describe everything she experienced.
"For them, it is both an end and a beginning."
Navelette looked at the girl's slender back ahead, "But for us, it's just a brief interlude."
"An interlude, huh..."
Funina nodded thoughtfully.
Then, she suddenly turned around, faced Navelette, and walked backwards down the street.
This is a very dangerous move.
If you slip even slightly, you'll fall.
But she remained completely calm.
Because she knew that the man behind her would never let her fall.
(End of chapter)