Sacred Souls: Genesis
Chapter 358 - Chapter 358 Chapter 347 Weak Pitiful and Helpless (2nd Update)

Chapter 358: Chapter 347: Weak, Pitiful, and Helpless (2nd Update) Chapter 358: Chapter 347: Weak, Pitiful, and Helpless (2nd Update) Denghis Xisi was sorting through the legacy left by his predecessor, and as he inventoried, he realized that his predecessor’s arrangements were quite detailed. The original inhabitants of the Black Tide Islands weren’t foolish enough to make enemies with everyone for things like “honor” or “land.”

The former leader had already planted spies among various forces and had even turned some of them, but she had not yet ordered the spies and traitors to do anything.

No… the traitors among today’s spatial pirates would unite with the Magic Thieves to try and kill the other two major leaders of the spatial pirates.

“Stop them!”

It was only when Denghis Xisi was searching through the remaining memories of the former leader that he discovered this critical piece of information.

Hive mind is a complicated thing. In the past, on Biland Island, Denghis Xisi had some experience controlling the collective consciousness of three to four thousand Magic Thieves, but the number of Magic Thieves on the Black Tide Islands was around fifty thousand, not counting the non-combatant civilian Magic Thieves.

Therefore, it would take Denghis Xisi a long time to summarize and deduce the information left by the former leader.

But now, Denghis Xisi must stop today’s assassination plan!

“Come back? Master…”

“Just call me by my name, I am not your master, nor your god, I am just someone here to help you out of trouble,” Denghis Xisi gestured with his hand and said to the Magic Thieves who had pledged allegiance to him, “Make the spatial pirates’ spies stop their assassination activities!”

“This might require notifying them in person, and we might not have enough time,” said a Magic Thief dressed as a Priest to Denghis Xisi.

“Removing the spatial pirate leaders would greatly aid the safety of our artifacts, and we have been preparing for this assassination for a long time!”

In this group, many harbored hostility towards Denghis Xisi, the usurper, but Denghis Xisi had no intention of purging them. Instead, he accepted them because the Magic Thieves no longer had time for internal strife. As long as there was a common enemy and control through the hive mind, they were still a necessary fighting force under Denghis Xisi.

“Artifact safety? The spatial pirates just want the treasures in the Black Tide Island’s artifacts. Why don’t you give them those useless scraps of metal? No… you are still trading with other worlds, damn it!” Denghis Xisi’s head started to hurt, the volume of secret information on the Black Tide Islands was simply too vast.

“The spatial pirates are potential allies! They hire spirits merely for the treasures in the artifacts. Your former leader turned one pirate captain with this strategy, she could turn another!” Denghis Xisi immediately issued an order, “With spirits involved, your assassination operation absolutely cannot succeed! Bother… I’ll go and stop it myself!”

Under the watchful eyes of the Magic Thief Priests, Denghis Xisi hurriedly left the ancient tree where the former leader used to reside and quickly ran towards the outskirts where the Magic Thieves were gathered.

……

After a maintenance of the holy spirits, Juan Canyun finished setting up his raccoon livestream room and went online.

The professional players of the Nucleus Jumpers had signed a residency agreement with the raccoon livestream room, which was quite lenient… they only required that the players stream for a total of one hundred and fifty hours, and it was up to the players to decide when and how long they wanted to stream each time.

This essentially meant that the raccoon livestream had spent over two million buying the streaming time of the Nucleus Jumpers’ players, and the money from gifts sent by viewers in the livestream room still went to the players based on a revenue sharing model.

But as Nucleus Jumpers was the most popular team in Huaguo, the players inherently brought various traffic bonuses, not far off from those top-tier major streamers, essentially advertising for the raccoon livestream.

This had also led to Juan Canyun having little livestreaming experience. Even though he had streamed many times before due to this contract, he rarely interacted with his audience, usually just focusing on grinding his own tasks, with his livestream effectiveness far behind that of neighboring talkative streamers like Black Pot Cooks Meat.

But Juan Canyun’s livestream was still explosively popular, simply because he was the youngest and most handsome in the team, and also one of the top talented young players in the team.

‘Resurrection of the Dead? Xiao Wen’s livestream room is alive!’

‘Why are you in my follow list?’

‘Xiao Wen, I got the holy spirit gaming token! Which map are you on?’

I also want to know… which map am I on.

While going online, Juan Canyun was also checking the comments in his livestream room. When he came to his senses, he realized he was on a map he had never seen before.

Two hours before the server shutdown, Juan Canyun thought that he should have been with Lady Calamity’s pirate group in the refreshing instance of the artifact, having announced he would log off halfway through.

As soon as he logged on, Juan Canyun found himself in a completely unfamiliar space.

The space was an enclosed, perfectly square map, very narrow. The surrounding walls emitted a dim glow, and were covered with magical inscriptions that Juan Canyun couldn’t understand.

When Juan Canyun cast a scouting spell on the wall, the displayed health value was… infinite? Did that mean it was indestructible?

“Who?”

From the dark shadows of the space, a voice suddenly emerged. Juan Canyun immediately grabbed his spear and aimed it towards the shadows, only for an empty rum bottle to roll out and the figure of the Catastrophe Lady to emerge from the shadows.

“How… how did you get in here?” Seeing Juan Canyun, the Catastrophe Lady immediately retracted her blunderbuss, a delighted expression appearing on her face as she quickly stepped forward to embrace Juan Canyun.

But at this moment, Juan Canyun stepped back several steps, assuming a stance as if to release the shadow remnants of Cloud Formation.

Realizing her own overreaction from Juan Canyun’s backward movement, the Catastrophe Lady stopped in her tracks, coughed lightly, and recomposed herself.

Yet some things fell from the Catastrophe Lady that baffled Juan Canyun immensely.

“Catastrophe Lady’s Affections x14”

Affections? Juan Canyun knew about these; they could be exchanged for many great items at the affection store, and he had always been keen on collecting them, but weren’t they supposed to be produced only by NPCs in strongholds?

Wait… Juan Canyun remembered the patch note announcement that NPCs on the Black Tide Island could now also produce affections.

“Lady, where are we?” Juan Canyun conversed with the Catastrophe Lady using the preset options given by the system.

He had intended to use Town Recall to go back to the city directly, but found the Town Recall showing as grey and unavailable. Juan Canyun tried clicking on Town Recall in the quick access bar manually.

The system kept indicating that Town Recall could not be used in the current area.

“A trap room in the ruins; I was deceived by my subordinates… trapped here alone for nearly ten whole hours,” the Catastrophe Lady said angrily, stomping on a rum bottle on the floor and shattering it.

The floor was littered with many rum bottles, which seemed to have helped the Catastrophe Lady pass the time during the ten hours she was trapped here.

“I tried using Space Rend to leave, but it was no use. This room seems to have some sort of magic that blocks space magic,” the Catastrophe Lady said.

“…”

After hearing the Catastrophe Lady’s explanation, Juan Canyun kept silent and once again aimed the crimson spear at himself.

He needed to hurry back to Lionheart City of the Holy Spirits. The city had recently welcomed a surge of newcomers, and Vibrant Nucleus was also busy recruiting; he needed to return to help.

But as soon as the Catastrophe Lady saw Juan Canyun aiming the spear at himself again, she swiftly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

“Listen, kid! I won’t let you kill yourself in front of me a second time!” the Catastrophe Lady glaring at Juan Canyun with fierce eyes said, “And don’t think about escaping this damned place alone using this method!”

Not even suicide was allowed?

Seeing the fierce look in the Catastrophe Lady’s eyes, Juan Canyun could only nod somewhat meekly.

“Your companions and my crew should be trying to figure out a way to rescue us! Sit down and wait!” the Catastrophe Lady added.

All Juan Canyun could do was obediently sit in a corner of the space with his spear, continuously messaging in the Vibrant Nucleus group chat that he was trapped in a space where teleportation was blocked, asking if anyone could figure out a way to rescue him.

But the group members responded with ‘Busy drawing maid outfits with real money, no time!’