Bigheads?
Little Gwen looked up, carefully observing for a while, then said in a serious tone, "Lucas, although these two sirs' heads are indeed very big and not very good-looking, you can't personally attack them. That's wrong."
The two Watchers' expressions stiffened, and they forced out awkward but polite smiles.
Although they didn't like the term Bigheads, big heads weren't ugly!
"Little Gwen, we are not Earthlings, but an ancient race called Watchers. Big heads are a characteristic of our race. In our race, the head is a symbol of wisdom, a symbol of beauty, and the bigger, the better."
Little Gwen nodded thoughtfully.
In her opinion, the so-called Watcher race, which considers big heads beautiful, was made up by this person.
"Oh, so are you cosplaying Watchers? Don't worry, I won't laugh at you."
"Everyone has their flaws. The most important thing is to learn to appreciate yourself. Be your own light, illuminate your own path, do what you love, live the life you want, and be the protagonist of your own story."
Little Gwen spoke eloquently, but the two Watchers' expressions grew increasingly awkward.
They had already said that their big heads were a racial characteristic, not a physical defect.
However, seeing Lucas's murderous gaze, they could only force smiles and dared not interrupt Little Gwen.
"Alright, Little Gwen. These two sirs said they aren't Earthlings, they're aliens."
Gwen pressed Little Gwen's shoulder, stopping her long speech.
"Lucas, do you know them? Why do they look so afraid of you?"
The two Watchers' fear of Lucas was almost written on their faces.
Except for Little Gwen, who couldn't see clearly due to her height, the others saw it clearly.
"Not well acquainted. I saw them once in the Flickering Realm, today is the second time."
The Watchers who had previously made a deal with Lucas but later parted ways unhappily had already died tragically in the Flickering Realm.
A Watcher said with a stiff upper lip, "Mr. Lucas, can we find a place to chat? About the ticket."
Ticket?
Hearing this word, Lucas's expression softened slightly.
He hadn't given these two Watchers a good look precisely because they had broken their promise. They had agreed to pay him the energy needed to watch the battle after leaving the Flickering Realm, but they had been slow to arrive.
After pondering for a moment, Lucas said, "You two find a place to wait for a while. I'll come find you after the party."
Helen, who had followed, said considerately, "Lucas, if you have something to do, go ahead and be busy. I've been walking for so long, I'm a bit tired, so it's a good time to find a place to sit and rest."
"Alright, then let's find a place to sit."
Bypassing the crowd, the group found a corner and sat down.
Five chairs, just right.
"Mr. Watcher, aren't you going to sit down?" Little Gwen asked.
She had just been thinking of offering her seat to the Watcher, but he had refused.
"I don't sit. I always stand."
"Oh."
Little Gwen didn't insist. After accepting the premise that the Watcher was not human but an alien, she no longer continued to comfort the Watcher. Instead, she cornered one of them and began to ask him about interesting facts about the Universe.
Erin and Helen pricked up their ears, listening.
The other Watcher was quietly apologizing to Lucas, explaining why they hadn't come immediately to pay the viewing fee.
"Lord Lucas, the Watcher who was in contact with you died in the Flickering Realm. I needed to sort through his belongings to determine the coordinates of your Universe. That's why there was a delay."
Lucas looked at the Watcher suspiciously and asked, "Is that all?"
The Watcher was silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Lord Lucas had just finished his battle with Chthon, and we dared not disturb you."
"Heh." Lucas chuckled lightly.
"You were worried that I might be mentally affected by Chthon's black magic, unstable emotionally, and in a bad mood, so I might just kill you for any random reason, right?"
The Watcher hesitated for a moment, then nodded, admitting Lucas's statement.
"Please forgive us, Lord Lucas."
That was the first master of Black Magic!
How could they know if Lucas would be infected by black magic after fighting Chthon, suffer sequelae, and eventually fall?
What if?
Lucas's lips curved into a smile. "Alright, I forgive you. However, being late requires a price, you can understand that, right?"
Seeing this, the Watcher breathed a sigh of relief.
"I understand. What are Lord Lucas's conditions?"
In the information he had compiled, Lucas was particularly fond of energy. And energy, accumulated over countless years, he still had quite a lot of it.
As long as Lucas didn't make an exorbitant demand, it would be a small matter.
"I need a method that can quickly enhance the strength of my apostles."
"Why?" The Watcher didn't understand.
"Hmm?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, glaring at the Watcher.
Why did this Watcher suddenly forget his place?
"Uh... there are many ways to increase strength. What kind does Lord Lucas want?"
The Watcher waved his hand in the air, and a phantom screen appeared.
On the screen was a single-item list, with each column representing a method. Clicking on it revealed a detailed description.
There were roughly five methods.
The first, Super Soldier Serum. The upper limit was too low, pass.
The second, technological modification. Lucas didn't like it, pass.
The third, orthodox magic training. Too slow, pass.
The fourth, forging magical artifacts, where artifacts strengthen the master. To be discussed.
The fifth, devouring energy for enhancement.
Lucas had seen this method in the darkhold and had also seen the Blood God use it. His white energy also had similar effects.
It's just...
Compared to black magic, which is effective for quick results but has significant side effects and a generally average upper limit, when his white energy was used on others, the effect was almost the opposite.
Safe, no side effects, and a high upper limit, but the improvement speed was much slower.
Lucas shook his head.
The combat power he needed was not at the level of an ordinary superhero, but at the level of a Dimensional Lord.
Although the methods collected by the Watcher could significantly enhance the strength of apostles, most of them could not elevate them to the level of a powerful being like Silver Surfer, let alone a Dimensional Lord.
And only apostles at the Dimensional Lord level could complete the task Lucas assigned—finding a suitable Hell to serve as his energy source.
The difficulty of finding a Hell was clearly greater than finding a suitable Planet.
After carefully re-explaining the requirements to the Watcher, as more conditions were added, the number of methods in the list plummeted.
Finally...
No data found for your query.
"Um... Lord Lucas, why don't you propose a new condition?" The Watcher asked in a low voice.
"Normally, even Elder Gods cannot quickly raise an apostle's strength to the Dimensional Lord level. Your request is a little bit unreasonable."
(End of Chapter)
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