Chapter 1009: Chapter 1009

1009: Chapter 995: Fate 1009: Chapter 995: Fate For Lu Ping’an now, being famous might not be such a good thing.

In Changping State, the ancient city would probably be a slightly influential, rejuvenated old city.

If placed in the entirety of the Eastern Country or even the entire world…

What a strange name for a city…”

To the eyes of strangers, it was completely unknown, only to be discovered upon research that it was a third-tier little city that didn’t amount to much.

However, there was one thing that drew the attention of many special individuals, who kept their eyes fixed on it.

“Is this the place where ‘Mother’…

that person, fell at last?”

The Mother Goddess is merely missing now, not necessarily dead.

Please be cautious with your words!”

Hearing that, the blonde woman who was sitting directly on the carpet, her mouth oily from eating fries and chomping on burgers, spit everything out with a “pfft”.

She coughed for a long while, heavily slapping her not-so-large chest several times harshly, almost choking herself.

“…Are you kidding me?

Her Holy Image has crumbled, zealous disciples are either dead or insane, all prayers are met with silence, what other possibility is there aside from being finished?”

Her lake-colored eyes glanced around, and in the moment those nostalgic vertical pupils appeared, all complaints and grievances vanished without a trace.

After all, this one was the direct descendent of that noble individual, the last of that lineage’s noble blood, truly…

“Princess, you’ve been asleep for nearly twenty years and are unaware of the situation…”

“Ha, what else is there to know, isn’t everything clearly stated in this brief?

That person messed around trying for Ascension, played himself to collapse, and the local officials have even erased his record.

Tsk, died so easily, just woke up from one sleep and poof, the person’s gone…”

The princess sighed, sitting on the ground and binge-eating, her soft long blonde hair trailing on the floor.

Although she wore an exquisite and expensive custom palace dress and her outstanding appearance overshadowed the so-called real princesses on TV, her currently bowed head made her look like a child who had lost her mother…

The surrounding believers fell silent, after all, awakening this individual had already broken the commands of the Mother Goddess.

If there was really no other option, who would try to awaken this particular one among the former princesses, the most unstable and dangerous of them all…

“She, that person, my mother by blood, is my mom really dead…”

The others looked at each other even more uncertainly, not knowing how to comfort this Miss who seemed emotionally unstable; indeed, despite being rebellious, she still had feelings, right…

“…Haha, fantastic, it’s really great that she’s dead.

It’s just a pity that my sisters died even earlier, otherwise they would surely have thrown a party and made merry for three days.”

This youngest princess, upon hearing news of her death, laughed so hard on the inn’s carpet that she rolled around holding her stomach.

“Hey, why aren’t you laughing?

You look down on me?”

Suddenly, she stopped, those blue eyes, identical to the Mother Goddess, staring at those “servants”…..

And so, they all laughed, even forced laughter was still laughter, filling the air with a sense of joy.

“Yes, yes, it’s so good that she’s dead, from now on it’s the Princess….”

A shattered head, burst open just like a watermelon.

The woman licked the crimson off her fingers, her icy blue eyes turning gold as she calmly said.

“…Only I am allowed to say that.”

Her words, like those of a distressed little girl, received no response.

At this moment, everyone finally understood why this “Ink Chrysanthemum Princess,” even within the Church of the Mother Goddess, was regarded as a taboo.

The Mother Goddess had no marriage, not even any male companions nearby…

but those princesses with too many similarities to her, clearly, were her direct descendants.

She had three batches of offspring in total.

The first batch was about six, only half of which took human form from the start, then the Mother Goddess played a hand at “survival of the fittest”…

In the end, only about two or three might have survived.

And the reason for saying “might” is simply because the last written records for three were “missing” instead of “executed”.

The second batch of descendants numbered four, all humanoid, and all rebelled.

The official records state they all died, and once again, the execution was written down.

There were only two in the last batch, and that was about thirty years ago….

“My sister, I mean the one born with me.”

“….Not sure, the Ink Chrysanthemum Princess acted as the total agent for some time, but she also disappeared three years ago, during which the mood of the Mother Goddess turned very sour….”

“Uh, my unlucky older sister, she wouldn’t have been forced into rebellion, too, would she?

I told her plenty of times that fanatic was just impossible to communicate with, she should have turned traitor like me earlier….Does that leave only me now?”

The youngest princess, sealed away due to excessive defiance and premature rebellion, was astonished to find that it seemed all her sisters had fallen.

Worse still, they might have been killed by their own mother from the same bloodline.

She fell silent for a few seconds, then…..

“…Let bygones be bygones.

It’s been twenty years, there must have been plenty of good TV shows and cartoons released….”

Watching this little princess becoming increasingly insolent, preparing to continue binge eating and playing all night, she had completely forgotten the reason she was awakened.

Out of desperation, someone had to steel themselves and step forward…..

“…Miss, there’s news that someone may have inherited the Mother Goddess’s….”

This time, those lake-colored eyes finally showed some interest…

Lu Ping’an always took Big Cat’s words with a grain of salt.

After all, she wasn’t a Contractor who had to tell the truth…

well, if she were a Contractor, Lu Ping’an probably wouldn’t believe a single word.

But, if what she said made sense, or involved a life-and-death situation binding both of them, Lu Ping’an would still seriously consider it.

For instance, she had said before that the disintegration of the Mother Goddess cult was inevitable after her, acting as an “Avatar of the Mother Goddess,” fell.

the fall of a Quasi-God close to deity status is hard to conceal.

Devout followers capable of linking with a Quasi-God would find nothing but emptiness on the other end of their faith, and the “Holy Images” filled with Divine Power, acting as their avatars, would also present various aberrations.

Injury and death of a deity are two different things; after a deity’s fall, everything ceases, and the followers of the Mother Goddess cult would get the news first-hand.

And inside the Mother Goddess cult…..

“…there’s hardly any normal person.”

This was Big Cat’s own verdict, and Fang Wen’s agreement served as an additional jab.

An extremist church filled with villains chasing benefits and radical fanatics is how the cult’s own deity defined it, marking it as an exceptionally dangerous and troublesome organization.

The only consolation was that, based on past experiences, once the head of such a church is cut off, what remains would turn on each other fighting for inheritance and status until self-destruction.

“…But there might still be those eyeing the site of my fall….”

The Ancient City is an indelible part of Lu Ping’an; as his fame grew, so did the associations drawn to him.

Although the Official had been continuously increasing its level of secrecy, everyone knew that there are no secrets that don’t leak in this world, and furthermore…..

“…..many things don’t need evidence, suspicion is enough.”

That was also why Big Cat kept nagging Lu Ping’an to quickly gain the “ability to protect himself.”

No matter how strong his Team was or how many levels he could jump when fully armed…

if a Powerful boss blocked the door, it could lead to a most helpless and forceful solo kill if it indeed happened.

And, in her perception, the Blessing of the Martial God was a shortcut to rapid strength gain.

If lucky enough, one might even obtain several kinds of Divine Grace that posed a threat to Rule-level entities…

Unfortunately, she had said this before, and someone still remembered…

The Martial Fight is starting again?

I remember she said it was quite fun, and if missed, seems like a long wait!

Stop following me, idiots.

I want to have a good time there first before I get down to serious stuff.”

Meanwhile, in front of Lu Ping’an, an old godlike one was babbling on, pretending to be mysterious.

“…..Our world is full of malice, and fate always leads you to the worst developments, little brother, I see your brow darkening, you could be facing a great disaster…”

Lu Ping’an, with a darkened forehead, unhesitatingly flipped the middle finger.