Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Hill neither knows nor cares about the inner conflicts of the Undead Tribe.

He is currently crouching in the laboratory, feeling a splitting headache while studying some flesh crystals gifted by Aesces and Triton.

Ever since reaching the Legendary level, he has rarely engaged in such biological research.

Although Fran has always disliked the specialized learning attitudes of him and Adrian, as long as their lives are secured and the foundation is solid enough, Fran doesn’t necessarily require them to be the next self.

This really should be credited to Melanie for giving Fran a shocking realization... even one’s own daughter can be completely unlike oneself, so one cannot impose on students and grandchildren.

Having lost Fran’s constant supervision, Hill naturally follows his instincts, becoming immersed in the ocean of Strange Objects Alchemy, never to return.

Potions refined from the branches and fruits of magical plants are still reliable for him, but flesh... he hasn’t touched it for a very long time.

Hill stared at the crystal cover sealed tightly, where a piece of flesh extended countless white tendrils toward another flesh piece in the energy-rich environment... Smaller pieces would certainly be directly consumed, but if the sizes were similar, they would first fight each other with tendrils, and the losing piece would be directly consumed.

No matter how many times, it never changes.

The vitality of the flesh is incredibly strong.

The only relief for him is that when encountering corrupted sea monsters, the devouring speed of these flesh blocks actually slows down.

They first need to assimilate gradually, synchronize to a certain degree, and have enough strong energy supply, before mutual devouring situations occur.

If they do not simultaneously achieve these two points, these sea beasts will ignore each other... contrary to what they previously thought, being corrupted like the undead, directly changing into their kind.

Instead, it’s an ignorance.

The one beside isn’t an enemy, nor food, so its existence can be disregarded.

Hill slowly straightened up, breathed in deeply while gazing at the sky: This is as far as the testing can go for now.

As for what further in-depth research there may be, that would depend on Aesces and Triton’s own plans.

But Hill estimates Triton wouldn’t be bothered, given the Greek Deities probably all have a portion of Typhon’s flesh.

Some have revealed it, while others have not.

Still others have long used it... like Athena.

If the Poseidon Pantheon has it, they’ll probably use it to study how to counteract Medusa.

Medusa may not be so powerful as to be incapable of countering Triton, but they find it difficult to completely kill her... Medusa can even allow a stone she has petrified to be carved into statues by humans without getting hurt.

Once she absorbs enough energy, she returns to the Mortal World again to torment Poseidon and his lovers and children.

Interestingly, Triton and his mother, due to rarely contacting the outside world, are least affected.

But for Aesces, Hill doesn’t know what he will do.

Given his own research ability isn’t strong... his admiration for Ismael is due to the great creative ability.

Aesces himself finds it hard to break away from the Earth Deity System’s mindset, let alone the rich Alchemy Magic he would never have thought of.

But this determines that if he wants to study this thing, he must have a suitable researcher.

This suitability isn’t about strength and intelligence, but ’trust’.

Yet after revisiting the so-called Sons of Fortune in this world, Hill thinks Aesces might not have any suitable candidates.

Ismael... does Aesces dare to use him now?

That guy might end up creating some special toy... of the kind that’s utterly indestructible.

Hill shakes his head, pushing out these pointless, bizarre thoughts.

What’s most important now is to determine how much of Typhon’s flesh Gaia possesses.

Gaia herself actually hates this unbelievably ugly son, so she’s definitely not going to use this thing near the body she plans to use in the future.

Near the possible resurrection of Cronos, there certainly won’t be any.

Gaia always cares about her image in front of this youngest son; she doesn’t even want Cronos to see the real Typhon.

To her, having children with whoever doesn’t matter, but those children absolutely mustn’t be as ugly as Typhon.

Hill pondered and decisively packed all the items, writing all his questions on a giant sheet of white paper, and tossed it all to Aesces.

It’s not Teraxil’s matter, why should he be at the forefront?

Let Aesces ponder it himself!

If he doesn’t seize the opportunity to learn more while the Undead Tribe still serves as his think tank, later his brain will probably be even more like a stone sphere!

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Aesces also doesn’t know what to do.

Whether it’s Typhon’s existence or Hermes somewhere unknown, they’re all a mystery to him.

Clearly, Hill can only assist him up to this point... naturally, having a Child of Nature help research Evil God’s flesh is already something Aesces appreciates immensely.

But he knew who he could ask.

Imagine, when these materials fell into his hands, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ was utterly dejected.

Especially when Aesces was seriously asking if those chunks of the Sea God’s flesh needed to be sent to him as well.

"No! No!" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ threw off his glasses angrily and shouted, "I’m a mercenary! Do you understand what a mercenary is?

Task information is supposed to be provided by the employer!

There’s no... mercenary who assigns tasks to himself, especially such disgusting tasks!"

Aesces couldn’t comprehend his anger.

So, when he asked another ’why,’ it was met with ’Snow Cloud Peak’s’ torrent of curses: "Can’t your brain take in a little water?

Even a muddy pond has some points you can use!

Don’t let everything be like sand in the wind, grip it tight and it slips, don’t grip it and it flies!

Ah... ah ah ah!"

Although Aesces didn’t understand his resentment and hatred, he was very clear... ’Snow Cloud Peak’ was still cursing, and not seeking help from William, meaning that although the task was difficult, it wasn’t unmanageable.

So he skillfully brought out a Crystal Mine from the Void... a by-product that was gold-filled: "Payment?"

The still-curse-spitting ’Snow Cloud Peak’ glanced twice and then fell silent.

He paced back and forth in the command hall, silently picking up the intricately carved gold-threaded glasses he passed by and putting them back on his face.

"Susu, Qiuqiu, come down to the command hall." After thinking for a while, he sent a voice message.

Then he fumbled back onto the sofa and plopped down heavily: "This is our Undead Tribe’s payment, and the cost for hiring mages in other worlds to research that flesh falls on you."

Aesces asked puzzledly: "Why look to other worlds?"

"Are you stupid?" ’Snow Cloud Peak,’ already giving up, scolded this World Master as if he were a family member, "Those are Evil God’s Flesh!

If we accidentally create a mini-Typhon?

Your world is only level 16 at max, who can handle it?

You can’t always expect Hill to handle all your enemies!

In Toril, anything can pop out, even an Elf Devourer shows up every few days, a mini-Typhon is nothing there!

Anyway, AO doesn’t care about a few more things popping up in Toril.

But, I have to get the Shaer Elector to introduce a Lich who likes to play with flesh since we don’t need his research results, just data, and even Sel’s Red Robes wouldn’t darken the Undead Tribe for such a minor issue.

Especially when there’s an Undead Tribe endorsed by Shaer Elector.

Then I have to ask Coron... I’ve heard he knows the Greek God System Goddess who stayed on the Olympia Plane in the Heavenly Mountain... whether she knows Typhon’s fate.

When Zeus left, he even tossed Poseidon aside, how could he possibly take Typhon?

As for Gaia... hehe, she only wanted Typhon to kill, she never planned to treat that thing as a son, she wouldn’t take him along while escaping.

So, it’s very likely that only these corpse fragments of Typhon are left outside.

But I need a definite answer.

So... to get Coron’s help, you must offer something too, you know?

That’s great Divine Power, can’t be commanded for free.

Same with Shaer’s followers, introduction fees can’t be waived.

The Envoy of the Night never works for free."

Aesces was quite familiar with Toril: "Toril people, even Chosen, just need gold, right? Name your price.

Coron... what can I do for him?

Or rather, what could he want from our world?"

"Just asking a question, I don’t think he’ll ask for much." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ had completely calmed down, first directing the two ladies who arrived together to find some people to assess how much reserves were floating in the midair of that mine, then continued advising Aesces, "I’ll negotiate as best I can for you, but don’t drag your feet, got it?"

"What can I do?" Aesces was very aggrieved, "I don’t even know where all these monsters came from!"

"You, the World Master, are asking me?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ sharply retorted, "Remember, just stay away from Rose!

And about Triton, do not agree to anything involving the Lady of Pain.

Absolutely don’t allow that stuff to enter your Universe’s Crystal Wall!"

"Hmm... Triton doesn’t really like his sister." Aesces couldn’t help but respond, "Their family had to look beyond because this daughter fled her marriage, causing Seth to turn part of that oceanic universe into the Death Zone.

Triton dislikes that atmosphere similar to the Netherworld, that’s why he left that universe to find a way out."

"Well, lucky you~ he found you, didn’t he?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ rolled his eyes.