No!!!

Accompanied by a splash, the woman floating in the pool suddenly opened her eyes and sat up directly from the black, red, and blue pool.

As she rose, the thick "pool water" around her, which was almost congealed, gently stirred, and then rippled out in circles, spreading into the distance.

Immediately, countless strange sounds surged continuously from the depths of the pool: the flapping sound of wings beating the air, the sound of scale armor breaking as demons fought each other, the varied roars and bellows of numerous beasts...

The originally silent pool quickly became chaotic, shadows in black, red, and blue disturbed all around, the murky water churning into blood-frothy whirlpools, fleeing as if alive in the opposite direction of the woman, yet were all captured by a powerful force and firmly bound around her.

What is going on? Why did everything return to normal?

She swept her water-soaked hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful face, as Fredri sat gracefully in the pool formed by the roots, gazing at the water stirred by her awakening, her delicate brow involuntarily knitting.

Now she was the closest among all the root remnants to completing the ultimate mission, so even while in a state of willingly dissipating her own consciousness and wholeheartedly absorbing the roots, her perception would definitely not be mistaken.

At that very moment when she was startled awake, something indeed disrupted the current "order" and for a very brief moment moved ahead of her, reaching a position closer to the ultimate mission than she was.

Yet, after she was awakened, this sudden emergence seemed to have never existed, vanishing without a trace from her perception, impossible to find even a hint of its "tracks"... There’s definitely a problem here!

Closing her eyes to recall the feeling just now, after confirming again that it wasn’t an illusion or hysteria, but indeed reality, Fredri raised her hand to gather her wet long hair in front of her chest, covering the wound near her heart that was still bleeding, then got up and stepped out of the pool formed by the roots.

Once her pale foot touched the ground, the tricolored pool behind her immediately dispersed, condensed, solidified... shrinking in a blink to three small beads, which were threaded together by invisible strings and appeared on Fredri’s slender wrist.

Gods, star realm, land sea sky, spirit will dream, life and death, good and evil, beast and moon.

Fredri raised her arm adorned with the beaded string to her eyes, carefully observing the fourteen half-bright half-dark beads on it, occasionally extending her fingers to repeatedly touch, feeling the deep rhythm connecting countless planes over and over again.

Yet no matter how Fredri inspected, the final result still bore no difference: the beads already belonging to her seemed glued together tightly, firmly occupied the position close to the knot at the end of the string.

Among the remaining beads dispersed after "herself," the black and white beads representing good and evil approached each other and devoured each other, entangled in a way that was inseparable as before, not looking like they had ever moved.

Meanwhile, the life bead full of cracks on one hand constantly devoured the aura emitted by all the beads like a beast, while on the other hand remained dormant as if not yet awakened, even the rhythm from within was barely audible, similarly showing no anomalies.

Neither the Pure White Holy Mother nor Leon with No. 3? Then... Could it be the Star Realm Dominator and the Graveyard Dominator?

Frowning as she checked the gray bead overflowing with death energy and the bead emitting starlight and high-pitched donkey brays, Fredri’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

Her intuition must be correct; something must have happened at that very instant. However, all existing planes and root remnants were normal, showing no abnormal fluctuations at all. Then what on earth woke her up?

Standing stark naked in the darkness, after pondering for a moment without arriving at an answer, Fredri hesitated, then gently tapped a bead on the scattered string. One of the beads immediately lit up, emitting a questioning voice carrying confusion.

"No. 1? Shouldn’t you be absorbing the roots now? Why did you suddenly stop to contact me?"

"Naturally, there’s a situation."

Fixing her gaze on the bead that exuded a faint soft glow, Fredri spoke warmly from within the shadows:

"You should have visited the Pure White Land already, right? Did you meet that fake No. 3? What do you think of him?"

"The fake No. 3, huh..."

Upon hearing Fredri’s inquiry, the voice in the bead paused slightly, then replied in a somewhat peculiar tone:

"That’s really an outrageous guy, even more outrageous than you told me... No. 1, there is something I think I need to confirm with you."

After providing an ambiguous evaluation, the softly glowing bead curiously inquired:

"Is that Food God really just a counterfeit?"

"Hmm? Why do you ask?"

"Because compared to him, this counterfeit, I feel like I’m the fake root remnant."

With a peculiar sigh, the softly glowing bead spoke helplessly:

"All of us are root remnants. It’s one thing that I can’t compare with you; after all, you have always been the one with the most hope among us, receiving the most favor. Losing to you is not shameful, but him, a being born from our roots, can walk further on the roots than us?"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Fredri’s eyebrow arched.

"Leon engaged in a direct confrontation of roots with the Pure White Holy Mother in the Pure White Land?"

"Far more outrageous than that..."

The softly glowing bead exclaimed in awe:

"He, bearing the essence of roots condensed by the Pure White Holy Mother, forcibly transformed a large number of angels into demons, then turned against and completely polluted the Pure White Holy Mother’s roots, leading to the remnants of the Evil Abyss Dominator’s revival.

But in front of him, the Evil Abyss Dominator fared worse than the Pure White Holy Mother, clearly having colossal root essence, yet didn’t even have a chance to retaliate, and directly got... well... you can guess the process.

In short, when that Food God finished consuming the Evil Abyss Dominator and picked the Pure White Holy Mother from between his teeth, I was genuinely a bit astonished. Judging by the Pure White Holy Mother’s trembling display, I estimate that even if she survives by luck, the very mention of the term Food God would make her shudder."

I see... but that’s reasonable, given someone capable of swallowing the Dream Resting Master whole in a dream losing to the Pure White Holy Mother would be odd indeed.

"No matter, the matter of the Pure White Holy Mother isn’t important."

Looking down at the two black and white beads on her wrist, potent yet seemingly devoid of "spirit," retracting timidly to the end, Fredri’s eyes shimmered slightly before she continued:

"Most of No. 6’s evil roots are with me; the remaining remnants cannot stir any significant trouble. The main issue now is with this fake No. 3... Let me ask, has he joined the Dead Donkey Alliance yet?"