Chapter 566: Newly Recruited Janitorial Staff in the Store

To fight? Or to flee?!

The group had never encountered such a situation, and they now regretted their actions until their very entrails turned green.

At that moment, Owner Fang finally spoke: "Didn't you all say something about your status earlier? Why don't you tell me exactly what grand status you have that makes you so formidable?"

As he spoke, Owner Fang summoned Ice Saya and Bremen of Erosion, instantaneously turning the entire space between heaven and earth into a domain of ice and snow.

The earth froze over, and even the air seemed to congeal with frost.

Two factors determined the prowess of wielding the power of ghosts and gods: one was one's own skill level, and the other was the enhancement from equipment. For instance, the Demonic Sword Apophis possessed immensely powerful magic; not only was its inherent might staggering, but using it to cast any spell or swordsmanship of the Ghost Knight class would multiply their power.

Similarly, the Ancient Elven Ring worn on Fang Qi's hand was an exceptionally powerful magical artifact.

Furthermore, Fang Qi's skill level was at the absolute maximum currently attainable through learning.

Under such massive amplification, in a mere instant, the foreigners felt as though the entire world had degenerated into a frozen hell of death!

The individuals now resembled ducks clutched tightly by the throat, mouths wide open, desperately wanting to cry out in terror, yet unable to make a single sound.

What terrified them most was the sensation that something utterly horrific was stirring restlessly just beyond the fabric of space.

That hair-raising sensation made their skin crawl, their hair standing on end in an instant!

"Is he really going to summon the Seventh Ghost God...?!"

They wanted nothing more than to die right then and there!

"Run, run, run, run fast!"

Owner Fang: "..."

Had the three of them fought to the death with all their might, Fang Qi might indeed have struggled to suppress them without summoning the Seventh Ghost God.

But now, they were entirely consumed by dread of the restless Seventh Ghost God lurking beneath the darkness, and their distracted minds naturally left them riddled with vulnerabilities.

Within the ghost array, the dark flames of the Underworld erupted to scorch the heavens!

Ten seconds later.

Three figures lay on the ground, charred black from head to toe.

Only then did Owner Fang satisfiedly sheathe his demonic sword, casting a scrutinizing glance over them: "This owner happens to be in a good mood today, so I'll let you West Arctic Desert people keep your pathetic little lives. Looking at your bearing, you seem to hold no low status—what are you, some princesses and princes? Or some noble young masters? Consider this a favor granted to Luo Piaoling and his crowd from the West Arctic Desert."

"However..." Fang Qi pondered for a moment, "You actually attempted to assault this owner. Now, it is highly necessary for me to take you back and discipline you properly."

Jessica’s face turned green: Weren't those my lines?!

I just said that earlier!!

This man is far too despicable; he is clearly this powerful, yet not only did he disguise himself as an ordinary person, he even stole our lines!

And what on earth are West Arctic Desert people?!

We are clearly...

"Ah... yes, yes, yes! We are people from the West Arctic Desert!" Tears streamed down their faces as they kept their mouths tightly shut about things like the Hidden Heaven Palace!

It was as though they were a band of West Arctic Desert warriors possessing absolute, pure bloodlines! At this moment, if anyone dared to deny they were from the West Arctic Desert, they would fight them to the bitter end!

Owner Fang looked utterly bewildered. I already know you are from the West Arctic Desert, so why are you emphasizing it so deliberately?!

But he could not be bothered to care, hauling them all back.

By this time, the vast majority of the players had just finished watching the tournament and were arriving at the shop.

The other contestants were also descending one by one from the dedicated tournament area on the second floor.

They were greeted by the sight of Owner Fang with three flying swords floating behind him, each with a person securely bound to it like a bundle of firewood.

"???"

Everyone gathered around as if inspecting a rare spectacle, some holding instant noodles, others carrying cola, treating it as a prime viewing event.

The faces of the bound foreigners turned so dark they threatened to turn purple.

"Ahhhhh—!" How could they treat us like this?!

They trembled with sheer rage.

"Beep. Discovered that the new employees possess suggestive mental imprints within their bodies, posing a potential danger. Choose to erase?" Upon stepping into the shop, Owner Fang heard the system prompt.

"Oh? What is this...?" Owner Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the trio. In truth, he had long noticed something unusual about these so-called "West Arctic Desert people," he simply hadn't exposed them.

But now... there were actually mental imprints? And by the sounds of it, it did not seem to be anything good.

"Erase," Fang Qi commanded.

"Ah—!" A wretched scream echoed as though a bolt of lightning had struck the depths of their minds. The next moment, all three collapsed unconscious onto the floor.

"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Owner Fang announced loudly. "These few punks actually dared to assault this owner. Now they have been ordered by me to work in the shop to compensate for my mental damages. In the future, they will likely be responsible for cleaning the premises!"

"So they are the owner's new employees?"

"Janitors?"

Early the next morning, Jessica woke up to find herself sleeping in an unfamiliar bed.

Her clothes had been changed into a pristine white sleepwear, replacing the scorched outfit from yesterday (naturally changed by Li Qinger).

Her head felt heavy and groggy, as if she had been struck from behind with a heavy club.

Rubbing her bleary eyes, she walked over to the mirror.

She felt as though something was missing—the two golden runes upon her forehead seemed to have vanished.

"Ah—! My spiritual runes!"

Her face turned pale: "The spiritual runes I cultivated with such painstaking effort?! Where did they go?!"

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Just then, a sharp knocking sound echoed from the door: "What time do you think it is? Still sleeping? Get up and start cleaning immediately!"

In Jessica's mind, the image of that plain-looking young man roaring instantly flashed forward.

"Jessica, over here! Sweep this area clean! What is the matter with you? Do you even know how to clean?"

"Karl, you sweep over here! The cleaning of this shop must not leave a single speck of dust!"

All three glared at Owner Fang with murderous eyes.

At that exact moment, Owner Fang produced a dark purple demonic sword from out of nowhere.

"I'll sweep over here!"

"I'll wipe the windows!"

"I... hey, wait for me!"

The three of them instantly vanished in a blur to go clean.

On this day, within this place they once dismissed as a land of "natives," inside this small shop, they began a new life.

The girl with the golden wavy curls, wearing a custom employee uniform designed by Owner Fang and holding a broom, was none other than Jessica the cleaning girl.

An elegant gentleman, likewise holding a broom to clean the shop's hygiene while wearing a tailored suit, was Kelvin, the shop's cleaning boy.

"I must escape! I will take advantage of the night to flee tonight!" The melancholy young man of mixed blood who was currently sweeping with a gloomy expression was Karl. Of course, he likely did not know that the shop doors were locked at night.

If you wanted to smash the door and escape, you probably couldn’t break it open if you tried for the rest of your life.

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Upon the Sky Abyss Sea, a heavy downpour seemed to have just passed, leaving the post-rain sky as clear and luminous as a brilliant blue sapphire.

Across the boundless azure expanse, the wind drove the turbulent waves, yet over the tranquil waters, dark, muted arcs of lightning drifted unexpectedly.

That monumental palace still floated in utter solitude upon the sea.

The colossal rift had already vanished; this immense temple, resembling some manner of flying vessel or airborne fortress, had completely extricated itself from the fissure.

"The Crusade Knights stand ready."

"The Golden Mages are prepared."

"Lord White-Robed Preacher." A servant knelt on one knee.

Within the grand hall of the palace, a middle-aged servant dressed in spotless white robes and wearing a square cap gazed into the far distance with a trace of bewilderment: "Strange... the lords went to watch some 'esports tournament' and have been gone for so long, yet why hasn't a single shred of news traveled back?!"

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