Sacred Souls: Genesis
Chapter 329 - Chapter 329 Chapter 319 Wonderful♂Wonderful♂House (2nd Update)

Chapter 329: Chapter 319 WonderfulWonderfulHouse (2nd Update) Chapter 329: Chapter 319 WonderfulWonderfulHouse (2nd Update) Death counts were three hundred and twenty-seven and twelve, and now they had become three hundred and thirty and thirteen.

Mo Shigui had been recording the number of deaths of his guild members and his own deaths during these three days of assaulting the Melted Black Ruins.

The reason for recording? It was because Mo Shigui intended to pay back every single death! The Magic Thieves had killed members of the Dancing Nuclear Guild three hundred and thirty times! He was going to kill every member of the Magic Thieves three hundred and thirty times.

And the name of every Magic Thief who killed him… Mo Shigui remembered each one distinctly, and he intended to kill them one by one in return.

This was something hard to understand for outsiders. He also shared it with Black Pot Stew and Rain Song. Black Pot Stew’s reaction was, ‘You’ve been wiped by an instance boss before, so why are you so irritable now?’ and Rain Song’s answer was ‘Good luck.’

Right… Playing a game and pioneering an instance, being wiped by a BOSS is such a common thing!

Mo Shigui had also been wiped by a BOSS around thirty or forty times while pioneering the Holy Spirit, but Mo Shigui did not feel angry. Yet… after killing the Magic Thieves, a strange rage had built up inside him.

And Mo Shigui couldn’t exactly say what this rage was, but…

Mo Shigui looked at Magic Thief Medes standing on the dragon’s head, who had invaded their territory… Looking at the expression of Magic Thief Medes, Mo Shigui finally understood what this rage was…

It wasn’t about fighting a BOSS or pioneering an instance. It was… PK!

Mo Shigui had subconsciously treated those Magic Thieves as another group of ‘players,’ realizing that being killed by players in PK felt completely different than being killed by wild monsters!

Back in the days when Mo Shigui played in disputes, whoever killed him in wild map PK, he would kill them one by one in return!

What made Mo Shigui unforgivable was that these guys especially liked to use sneak attacks and hacks!

In summary, Mo Shigui considered these Magic Thieves to be a bunch of… orphans.

This was one of his more aggressive thoughts.

“Your rest time has ended, Holy Spirits!” Magic Thief Medes stood atop the lord-level dragon.

Everything in the Melted Black Ruins was under their control. Following Denghis Xisi’s suggestion, the Magic Thieves decided to give the Holy Spirits a chance… to catch themselves.

But before that, they needed to extract enough Power of Devouring God from the Holy Spirits. Naturally, three days weren’t enough to gather it, but Magic Thief Medes felt it was time to start their plan.

“Rest time?”

Mo Shigui, holding the Longsword, looked at Magic Thief Medes standing on the dragon. He actually wanted to yell at Medes…

Why don’t you turn off your million hit points and lord-level dragon cheat and let’s see who has better skills by balancing the game stats?

This was the most infuriating thing for Mo Shigui now!

These Magic Thieves were lord-level BOSSes, their hit points and attack power far exceeded the players’, they could even summon lord-level dragons to assist them, and the most disgusting part was that all mechanisms in the ruins obeyed their commands.

For the players, this was a normal configuration; they are instance BOSSes, so having these capabilities was normal.

But all Mo Shigui could think about was… pulling these Magic Thieves into the Holy Spirit PK arena for a stat balance. Mo Shigui was certain he would smash the heads of these Magic Thieves!

‘President! The Wondrous House in the gym is ready!’

Little Feather suddenly sent a private chat to Mo Shigui at this moment. Two days ago, Mo Shigui had occupied the area of the city gym and set the messages from the builder Little Feather to special attention.

In the past two days, Little Feather had also entered a state of intense construction… This was Little Feather’s fiftieth hour online.

‘Since it’s ready, go sleep.’ Mo Shigui sent this message back directly.

‘I can’t sleep, president. When will you invite our guests to the Wondrous House? The teleport point is already set.’

So what exactly is the Wondrous House?

Mo Shigui had no right to name the battleground created by Little Feather since it was someone else’s work… What remained to be done was to drag this group of Magic Thieves into their home field!

The hit points and combat stats of the Magic Thieves might be unchangeable, but at least after battling on the Magic Thieves’ turf for three days and nights, it was time to switch to their own home field!

“The city gym is completed. This time, our combat goal is to invite these Magic Thieves… to experience our ‘ruins.'”

Mo Shigui shouted this sentence in the Dancing Nuclear voice channel, instantly boosting the morale that had been low, and with it, a device called Plunder Net was also fully charged!

……

Three hours later, Magic Thief Medes fell from mid-air and arrived in a strange space.

“Is this the territory of the Holy Spirits?” Magic Thief Medes looked around through the gaps of the Plunder Net.

As Denghis Xisi had said, their attitude towards the Magic Thieves was not so much as enemies but rather as goods.

Naturally, goods should be transported to one’s own warehouse for storage!

“Not right? Where are the Holy Spirits?”

Magic Thief Medes looked around, finding himself in a quiet corridor. In this deep corridor… he couldn’t sense any presence of the Holy Spirits.

In Magic Thief Medes’s impression, after the Holy Spirits captured him, they should have locked him in some dungeon.

He had already prepared himself for torture by the Holy Spirits, and even the preparations for dying again.

The abyss would reshape his body; no matter in which world he died, he could always return to the embrace of his primary deity.

That’s why Magic Thief Medes had undertaken such risky behavior as mapping with his physical body.

But there were no spirits, no dungeon, and no torture or imprisonment devices; what unfolded in front of Magic Thief Medes was just a bottomless corridor.

“It is the creation of the spirits, the air of the world is also different, but what exactly is this place?”

Magic Thief Medes discarded the Plunder Net that had enveloped him and smashed a fist against the wall in front of him.

An extremely fine crack appeared on this wall, and Magic Thief Medes struck the wall again with another powerful punch, slightly widening the crack.

Very sturdy… at least much sturdier than the relic walls on Black Tide Island.

Magic Thief Medes could consider breaking through the wall to leave this cursed place, but his magic power and strength were limited; he needed to ensure he had energy after he escaped.

While he was pondering these things, a crisp ding suddenly rang by his ear–a sound so clean that Medes instantly stepped back a great distance from the wall.

The brick struck by Medes spat out a gold coin and a wooden tag onto the ground.

After confirming there were no traps around, Medes picked up the gold coin and the wooden tag from the ground; the tag read, “Welcome to the Dancing Nuclear Guild’s Wondrous House, collect one hundred gold coins to leave.”

Was this mocking him?

Medes didn’t believe that by collecting one hundred such trinkets, the spirits would let him leave this place.

But he still picked up the gold coin and looked towards the end of the corridor.

There were many bricks with question marks laid out in the corridor; as Medes walked along, he also knocked on these question mark bricks.

One by one, gold coins were spat out by these bricks, and one of the bricks even contained ten gold coins.

“Are these also here?” Medes tapped a gold coin hidden in a corridor corner.

Initially dismissive, Medes, looking at the small pile of gold coins in his palm, actually felt… somewhat addicted?

He had already collected fifty gold coins; was collecting another fifty enough to legitimately leave?

What am I thinking! I must find the exit quickly.

Medes placed the fifty gold coins in his pocket and hurried deeper into the corridor, only to discover a huge pit on the ground midway.

Is this a trap set by the spirits?

Medes glanced down at the bottomless pit and felt an urge to laugh.

He could imagine this strange place having countless traps, but setting a simple pit here seemed too dismissive of his intelligence.

The traps in the Melted Black Ruins are dangerous and concealed, unknown to how many spirits have died there, but the trap made by the spirits…

If you’re going to place a pit here, at least cover it with some straw!

Medes threw two ice cones from his hands, which flew over the pit without hitting or activating anything.

Is it just this pit?

Magic Thief Medes then conducted some more tests, but none of the traps he anticipated were there.

Originally, Medes wanted to use the Extreme Cold Power stolen from the spirits to construct a path, but… the skills of Ice Master did not include making bridges.

This was the awkward part of a Magic Thief’s abilities, and the distance of Instant Teleportation wasn’t enough.

Left with no choice, he had to jump across.

Medes took a step or two back, then accelerated directly towards the other side of the pit.

With the physical condition far surpassing ordinary people, it was a simple task for the Magic Thief to leap a distance of seven to eight meters in an instant.

Medes soared over the pit, and just as he was about to reach the other side, he felt like he had hit something.

Again, a crisp ding, a familiar sound to Medes… it was the sound of the gold coin bricks dispensing coins.

Previously, Medes found the sound pleasing, but now, to him, it was like the bell tolling for a funeral.

There was an invisible brick on his forehead…

Is this it?

In that instant, Medes wanted to use Instant Teleportation to go directly to that transparent gold coin brick, but suddenly, a sound resembling gunfire rang by his ear.

Just as Medes thought bullets or crossbow bolts were flying towards him, what flew at him was an enormous… spring.

The spring successfully hit Medes, and the perfect elasticity of the spring–as if God of Casting made it–told Medes what being shot like a rocket felt like.

The immense force sent Medes bolting straight to the pit’s bottom at the speed of a rocket launch.

In less than half a second, Medes came to a stop, looking down at his chest, which was impaled by a spike as thick as a tree trunk.

Indescribable pain released from his body, and Magic Thief Medes, bearing the pain in his chest, gradually freed himself from the spike.

Damned spirits!

The spike was withdrawn from Medes’s chest, and though blood gushed out profusely, for his body, it wasn’t a big deal; Healing Magic gradually took effect on Medes.

If it is merely such a small trap, then… it cannot kill him!

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