Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1587 - 165: Hill’s Schadenfreude

Gaia’s intention must be to resurrect Cronos and crush Uranus.

As for Rhea, she probably doesn’t want either of them resurrected. Her son Zeus, while not exactly filial, at least allows her to live happily.

Uranus and Cronos, whichever of them regains self-awareness, will inevitably stir up a god war again... although Mount Olympia has already entered Heavenly Mountain, its foundation still comes from these two, and Zeus’s reign has been somewhat shaky over the years.

After all, the brothers who once helped him overthrow Cronos have long since become his enemies.

Yet Zeus remains very confident, much like Uranus in his day, with a suspicious mind directed towards his children, much like Cronos once had.

Logically, this matter doesn’t have much to do with Hill; he’s only here to watch the spectacle. Unfortunately, in Teraxil, they do have a God of Time and Space named Cronos.

And when he revived as a devil sorcerer back then, was his bloodline truly from those hellish devils that invaded Teraxil, or perhaps... hmm, some fragments of Divine Soul excised from the Greek gods in hell?

By the way, Cronos and those Titans were able to escape from hell thanks to the sudden arrival of the Lord of Hell, Asmodeus, leading his fallen angels.

Hill smiled at the beautiful shell that he sealed away without leaving any breath... To boldly parading oneself as Cronos, the God of Time and Space who is undoubtedly knowledgeable about Greek history must be quite confident in his own identity.

Hill reckoned that even if he had a fragment of someone’s Divine Soul, he would have long eliminated those unnecessary existences. This did, however, provide a small clue as to why the God of Time and Space unexpectedly appeared in Teraxil.

His origin planet indeed protects human souls well, but when such powerful deities from Greece inadvertently took some resilient souls from Earth, his origin planet wouldn’t fuss over it much.

It’s no wonder the God of Time and Space could take him and William away from that world... Of course, his origin planet can recognize the soul that left home due to its oversight.

Moreover, he was deceived and led away... For his origin planet, a child who cannot return home for such a reason is still its child.

Hill gracefully leaped, sat on the railing with imagination in his eyes... So, should he keep this shell, or when should he show it to William?

He must know which Divine King his boss is connected with.

Hehe~ If it’s just Cronos, that’s fine. But if it’s Uranus... hehehe~

Naming his reincarnation Cronos, might this Divine King subconsciously want Cronos to compensate for a piece he lost?

"Hill..." Little Whale’s voice sounded timidly, "Are you possessed? Your expression is terrifying... no, more like creepy..."

"Have you cleaned the Magic Tower, Purwell?"

The Undead Tribe was curious why Hill suddenly showed great kindness, but they felt no urgency to figure it out immediately... First, they must decide who gets their preferred land after fighting fiercely.

Although, aside from the Baron Castle at the bottom of the gourd, other places are nearly indistinguishable, still... even left or right should be chosen! Right?

At this moment, don’t even mention ’Cunlü’ who made great contributions; even the ’Old Age Striking King,’ known for her prowess in battle, would need to prove herself in many rounds to gain priority!

Even though everyone knows she can fight, so what?

Perhaps alone she might fail, but can she lose in a group fight?

Admitting defeat without a fight is not a brotherly thing!

As brothers, we ought to fight first out of respect.

The Undead Tribe fought earth-shatteringly, but fortunately, there was one person who had no intention of joining the fight... ’Lu Huayu’ calmly carried Lind through the main gate of the Baron Castle.

"Ah... indeed, though it has some initial greening, there’s no way... Hill can wrap up the furniture like he did in Toril," lamented ’Lu Huayu’ in the castle hall, "What are you going to do?

A word of advice to a friend: don’t think of asking some passionate undead to help with internal affairs... Their enthusiasm isn’t fake, but their tastes might not be acceptable to you."

"Didn’t Snow Cloud Peak promise to sell me some household puppets?" Lind didn’t seem to care much, "I brought all my room items, and Brother Ditte also helped prepare the castle’s basic facilities; as long as there are crystal stones, it will be fine.

Are you not going to choose your family location?"

"I... To put it nicely, it’s because, as your friend and collaborator, our Last-Era Clan is bound to stay right in front of the Baron Castle." ’Lu Huayu’ slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, "But, to be honest, it’s because I’m the underdog here, if I dared to compete with them, even if they’re in a heated battle, they would immediately team up to boot me out.

Being a sensible and reasonable nice guy, I wouldn’t allow myself to get caught in such unnecessary scenarios."

"Why do you always like to claim you’re a nice guy?" Lind turned to look at him... His big eyes silently conveyed: Everyone can tell you’re not!

"Firstly, to let people know I’ve indeed done good deeds, don’t keep judging me with past views," ’Lu Huayu’ said sincerely, "Secondly, as a constant reminder to myself, not to dupe anyone."

"What... does that mean?"

"I really value my current job, even if it means having to cooperate with past enemies." Lu Huayu looked at this weaker version of himself and pursed his lips... For some reason, he suddenly understood why the Old Age Striking King was so sincere to Edna back then!

"You see, when you want something, you must not waver." He told Lind very seriously, "Because you have a record, as soon as you make a mistake, others will think you are beyond redemption.

If the step you take wrong allows you to gain something and live better than before, it’s indeed worth a try.

But, generally speaking, there’s only a few percent chance of that happening.

However, everything you gained from pretending to be a good person in the past will disappear, and you won’t be able to get it back.

Remind yourself more, being a good person is indeed not easy, but if it keeps you well-fed and even lets you live a good life, you have to keep doing it.

After all, being a good person temporarily is not easy, but being one for a lifetime, even if everyone knows you’re faking it, so what?

You are a good person!"

Lind widened his eyes, listening to this heartfelt speech from Lu Huayu... His ally seemed genuinely sincere to him, huh!

Even said these words to him.

That means, from now on, as long as Lind learns his magic honestly, he basically won’t have survival problems anymore?

He smiled with pursed lips: "I understand, I will study hard."

Study spells, study alchemy, learn... how to pretend to be a good person.

Even though the Undead Tribe causes a lot of trouble, they are not mortal enemies, and the victory and defeat speed is quite fast.

After Lind personally arranged the male owner’s room on the third floor of the castle, the people from Snow Cloud Peak arrived to deliver the household puppets.

Listening to Lu Huayu mutter about the absence of a Little Brown Immortal, Lind placed all sorts of basic supplies from his bag into the castle hall.

Although these two puppets are slow and can only decorate the castle according to the simplest fixed maps, the level of appreciation of Great Sage Belfran is very high: although the castle is built very simply, it has a kind of simple beauty.

He even left room for future renovations.

Lind is actually very grateful.

He actually packed several large tents in his bag, prepared for the hardship of living here for a year and a half.

Lind didn’t even know whether to be grateful for Count Stelter’s punishment that forced him to build the castle from the walls with the alchemists... With enough alchemy machines, he’s already a skilled worker!

Even without the help of the Undead Tribe, he could slowly use his mana to build a three-story small castle in a year’s time.

So, for him to have a standard five-story castle, with a perfected garden and walls, Lind is already very grateful.

After all, it’s normal for the Great Sage to help the Undead Tribe, but helping him... Lind truly never had such expectations.

It’s worth noting that he had once valued Ellie over him.

But... Lind poked his head and looked at the Magic Tower on the cliff... Who knows if the Great Sage regrets provoking a madwoman.

"Lind, what are you doing?" Lu Huayu looked left and right at a delicate crystal tool box, "What’s this for? Can we, the Undead Tribe, learn it?"

"Hmm? That..." Lind turned his head for a glance, "When the puppet holds it, it can set up various curtain rods, especially for curtains... You see, place it at the top of the window and it will automatically find the right spot to draw a transparent metal wire out.

Then hang the ready-made curtains up, and it’s done."

"This is pretty nice~" Lu Huayu squatted down and looked at it with a tilted head, "Don’t know if the delivered blueprints include this."

"Surely they do." Lind nodded confidently, "The Danboro Royal Family loves face; they will definitely try to make the compensatory gifts sent to you plentiful and good... but they certainly won’t send genuinely good stuff.

Those like life resources will definitely all be sent to make up the numbers."

Lu Huayu lightly lifted his chin: "I want to try if these things can be used in Teraxil and Toril."

"Can you make money?" Lind was a bit puzzled, "Isn’t it said that the energy level is high over there, and Mages can do this with a flick of the wrist?"

"Tch~ there’s no world that lacks people who want to save effort and energy."