Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 1268 - 1179: Betting on a Divine Beast? (Two in One)

"Senior, how many Wood Cores and Cloud Cores do you need? Name a number so we can prepare,"

Even the Heavy Smoker couldn’t miss the NPC’s impatience at this point, and he braced himself to ask, knowing the broad nature of the question could tie them up for months!

"Ten of each will suffice; more is unnecessary. Come back when you’ve collected them all. Take care, no need to see you out,"

After saying this, the Western Monk directly issued them a dismissal.

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"Damn it, acting all high and mighty, aren’t you just an NPC from the Celestial Realm? Now you think you’re better than us? No matter how formidable you are, you’re still just system data, strutting around for what!"

After leaving the room, the Heavy Smoker began to vent his frustrations, not forgetting to remove the Mechanized Wings from his back. They were handy, sure, but they really marred the cityscape, a sentiment clearly reflected in the expressions of the three women with him.

"Oh, look who’s brave now. Why didn’t you say that to the Western Monk’s face just now?"

Youtong retorted mercilessly, not caring at all about what others thought, pulling on the Heavy Smoker’s ear and twisting hard.

"Ow, ow, ow, Youtong, be gentle, it hurts!"

The Heavy Smoker’s expression collapsed immediately, pleading for mercy, "I was just blowing off steam, okay? Youtong, I won’t say it anymore, alright?"

"Hmph!"

Youtong’s expression softened a bit, and only then did she let go of his ear, pushing away the Heavy Smoker to run towards the figure in the black robe, "Brother Overturning Water, please don’t touch that statue!"

The Heavy Smoker smiled bitterly at his own helplessness. He felt as if Youtong didn’t consider his feelings at all, and in his role as a boyfriend, he seemed just like a piece of furniture—a total failure.

But he wasn’t worried about anything happening between Youtong and Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, not with Creamy Handsome in the middle!

With this thought, the Heavy Smoker felt relieved and let it slide.

"Huh? You guys finished so quickly?"

Su Ran looked away from the statue and asked Youtong, who came running, "Did that NPC go crazy again? Did he drive you all out?"

"Hardly, you think we’re all like you, just blurting out anything that comes to mind!"

Youtong recounted their recent ordeal, especially highlighting the series of quests with particular excitement, "Let’s go and finish the quest, see if we can get our hands on more Mechanized Wings. Maybe we’ll even get some high-level ones."

"Don’t get too excited; the rewards from this quest are bound items and can’t be traded."

Su Ran took a habitual glance at the statue before heading over to the Heavy Smoker, handing him ten Cloud Cores, "I got these from fighting cloud monsters on my way here, take them."

"Ha ha, Brother Overturning Water, you’re seriously my lucky star. This cuts down a ton of time for the quest!"

The Heavy Smoker excitedly took the Cloud Cores, and in a burst of enthusiasm, hugged Su Ran, but unfortunately, he hugged thin air.

"Knock it off, it’s disgusting when two grown men are hugging and cuddling in front of girls, isn’t it?"

Su Ran dodged to one side, gesturing at the statue, "You go grind Wood Cores, I’ll wait here for you."

"What’s so interesting about this crappy statue? You really think you can see a quest in it? Don’t be naive, okay?"

The Heavy Smoker found Su Ran’s obsession quite frustrating. He considered the statue as nothing more than a piece of religious décor for the God Race’s people, similar to an untouchable altar in the Human Race’s Imperial City.

"Just because you can’t, doesn’t mean Brother Overturning Water can’t. Let’s go do the quest first, killing some tree demons won’t take too long. Come on, let’s go~!"

Youtong pulled the Heavy Smoker towards the direction of the Divine Wood Forest, with Gu Yue following closely behind, leaving only Creamy Handsome behind.

"Overturning Water, did you see anything unusual? Do you need help?"

Creamy Handsome watched the statue for a while, not making heads or tails of it, then continued, "If there’s a problem, just say it, we can all work on it together, brainstorm. At the very least, three heads are better than one Zhuge Liang, right?"

"It’s not as mysterious as you think; I just feel there’s something special about this statue but haven’t found the breakthrough yet, just blindly pondering over it,"

Su Ran smiled bitterly; these were just his suspicions with no evidence to back them up, so there was no need to embarrass himself. However, he knew this involved secrets of a calamity in the Celestial Realm, and he wasn’t about to give up easily.

"I believe you can do it, keep it up!"

Creamy Handsome gave Su Ran a long look before turning to chase after the others, leaving the place.

"..."

Once she was gone, Su Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Wan’er’s looks were getting stranger, and he was somewhat afraid of meeting her eyes, his mood inexplicably tense—a sensation he had never encountered before and did not wish to feel a second time.

"Twelve Pair of Wings, why are they all black? And why is the statue’s head shrouded in mist? What the hell is the system up to?"

Su Ran cleared his mind of all distractions to focus on the statue; he felt the black wings didn’t quite suit the God Race—at the very least, they should be pure white to look sacred, like how angels are revered. But now, they seemed as out of place as a demon’s wings, uncomfortable to look at.

At that moment, he thought of Egghead, perfectly suited to wear demon black wings!

Moreover, he felt the Western Monk was not just a regular character; those black wings alone proved everything.