Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 209 - 193: The Statue Cracked!

Chapter 209: Chapter 193: The Statue Cracked!

"I don’t even know where these texts come from..." Feng Ling said weakly.

"What does this creature look like? A box full of Mithril, tsk tsk, even if it were terrifying and violent, it must have been wiped out by humans long ago. Greed is a potent motivator; are humans from your world not greedy for wealth?"

Pan Hao, waggling his brows, said, "This sort of tangible creature shouldn’t be hard to kill, right? If one missile isn’t enough, then fire two. Knock it to the ground, strip it of its Mithril."

Feng Ling clenched her fists tightly and became a little nervous, recalling the scenes within the Horror Elevator.

She didn’t know how to begin explaining.

"Well... in our world, these... Mithril creatures aren’t very common."

Finally, she pulled out the all-dark charcoal knife.

An extremely powerful Strange Object!

For some reason, Pan Hao felt this: the knife was the real showstopper, even having the potential to be the national treasure of a small country.

By comparison, that lump of Mithril was nothing significant.

He took a deep breath, somewhat excitedly measuring up the charcoal knife.

A scorching aura emanated from the blade, breeding an intense desire to kill in whoever unwittingly felt it.

Pan Hao closed his eyes. A few seconds later, when his eyes cleared, he said, "Put it away for now, and make sure no one else sees this knife."

"Right," he said, rummaging through boxes and drawers until he found a piece of Biaozi skin, reluctantly suggesting, "Wrap it up in this skin. This is a rare treasure left by the Saint."

Indeed, once the charcoal knife was wrapped in Biaozi skin, not a hint of its murderous aura leaked out, making it seem like any ordinary knife, its deadly intent hidden within.

"Did you acquire this knife from the creature as well?"

"Yes... Yes," Feng Ling nodded vigorously.

Pan Hao sipped his tea, pondering deeply. In the past, confronted with such great benefits, he might have been green-eyed and greedy.

But having seen a much broader world, his pursuit of material gains had actually lessened.

He was quite content with his current simple life, merely a little curious, without much interest in forcibly taking things.

Furthermore, this girl had ties with the Saint, and it was even possible she was under the Saint’s observation... There was no way he could entertain any improper thoughts.

After a moment of silence, Pan Hao shook his head and said, "While the treasures are indeed valuable, you, as an elite from another world, should know the rules that govern world operations. Ordinary economic interests cannot justify a world taking huge risks to save another."

"It’s only a Saint who would be moved to compassion and go through great lengths to save your world."

"How did you come to this world?"

"I came here by elevator... I... I was actually dead already, but somehow, I was resurrected..." Feng Ling organized her prophecy a bit and described the process simply.

But to Pan Hao, this experience sounded like thunderclap!

This... wasn’t it similar to his own experience?

He was "supposed" to have died already.

He should have died in Paradise Village, just like the rest of the expedition team.

But now, he was alive.

The ability of time reversal!

Pan Hao couldn’t help but smile with joy, "I see, so you came here with the help of the Saint."

"I always said, how could a young girl like you deal with ’time-traveling,’ such a difficult matter, and still get so many spoils of war. If traveling through time were so easy, this world would have become chaotic long ago."

"Where is that elevator now?"

"It’s... disappeared..."

Finding traces of the Saint, Old Pan was incredibly obsessed, pacing back and forth in the room and "glug gluggling" a cup of water down. Even the high-quality Tieguanyin tea couldn’t quench the fire of obsession in his heart.

He was like a religious zealot about to meet the deity of his faith, even if this devotee numbered but one.

Such a level of obsession was unimaginable to others.

Yet, he also felt afraid, as extreme fear slowly took root deep within him.

Feng Ling watched his fervent demeanor, closed her eyes, felt the flame in her mind, and cautiously asked, "The Saint... who is that?"

Pan Hao said, "I’ve also been thinking about who the Saint might be, whether he truly is human... I’ve always felt that he isn’t a real human being. And that’s even better!"

"His power isn’t something humans can possess. You don’t have to think too much about how exactly; as long as he’s silently helping us."

"Since the Saint has helped you come to this world, there must be a reason for it. He and that terrifying entity from your world have already engaged in a game—let me think about what his intentions might be..." Pan Hao bowed his head, engrossed in deep thought.

Now, he desperately wanted to do something meaningful!

As the sole survivor who had escaped from Taoyuan Village, he naturally knew a great deal of information and quickly made a connection to the "Anchoring Conflict."

A true "Demon God" is difficult to overcome in direct combat; only by removing its anchors can it be made to sink.

But what was the use of bringing this woman here?

This woman merely had a minor ability, clearly not the main anchor of the "unknown Demon God." What was the point of bringing her over?

With a "click," a strange noise came from the adjacent room.

"Hold on a second." Pan Hao hurried over to see.

When he saw the scene inside, his heart almost stopped!

In the room, there was a statue worshiped as the Saint, but now, the statue had cracked, just like the wooden one in Ganlu Temple of Taoyuan Village, split open at the head.

"What, what happened?"

His scalp tingled, and a wave of blank unknown suddenly surged to his heart, giving him goosebumps.

The feverish obsession began to fade away.

(What does this mean... the Saint... This statue was just ordinary jade, not a Strange Object...)

(Why did it suddenly break?)

He pondered for a while.

(The game with the Demon God is not a Game, nor is victory guaranteed; the dangers are unimaginable... I understand now, I was careless earlier. Facing a woman who had traveled here, I should have approached her with a skeptical, cautious heart. The Saint is reminding me of this.)

At this thought, he broke out in a sweat, nearly taking a drastic misstep!

He had lived in comfort for too long, finding it hard to switch gears.

Pan Hao’s pupils dilated as he considered another possibility.

(This woman could be a latent anchor of the unknown Demon God, only she herself is unaware of it... The Saint might have also done something to her, I need to test her out.)

After rummaging through his belongings for a while, he found an exquisite box containing a tuft of seemingly insignificant fluff.

Trivial as it may look, it was the fluff of the nine-colored deer, a Divine Beast from ancient myths, and Pan Hao’s proudest collection over the decades.