Chapter 221 Nanuk, the little gray-haired boy calls out, "Are you really going to give it to me?"
Little Grey was already imprisoned outside of this myth, and he was extremely anxious.
I heard from the Great Black Tower that several years had passed inside Onpharos.
The anxiety in her heart surged several times over, almost bursting out of her chest.
She had only been locked up here for a short time, and had only exchanged a few words with Lai Gushi.
How could the flow of time differ by such an absurd degree?
Thinking of this, she immediately interrupted Daheita.
His face was filled with shock and disbelief, and he hurriedly asked:
"Wait, a few years?!"
"Time dilation, inconsistent flow rates...don't you already know that?"
Big Black Tower spoke rapidly, his tone urgent as he asked Little Gray Hair a question.
He then composed himself and went straight to the point:
"Let's get to the point. The Golden Blood activated the Engraving Anchor, opening a breach in the 'firewall' for me and Screwgoom. We did some temporary work to prevent him from taking action, but it's only temporary—"
At this point, Daheita's voice was suddenly interrupted with a hiss.
The signal seemed to be subjected to strong interference, becoming intermittent for a moment.
Both of them tensed up at the same time and looked at the strange monitor covered with wires next to them.
The monitor flashed red light wildly and emitted a sharp, piercing alarm sound.
[Abnormal data detected. Confirmed as unauthorized communication. Processing initiated...]
[Serious Warning! Serious Warning!]
The Great Black Tower didn't have much time to look at the content on the screen.
She immediately turned to stare intently at the little gray-haired boy, and without further ado, dropped the bombardment.
"Tsk. Time's running out, let's get straight to the point..."
"Until the Golden Blood fully grasps the 'Law,' it will probably take Screw and me a considerable amount of time to completely break through this cage…"
"Just to be on the safe side: we will continue to launch side attacks to create opportunities for you to escape; and you have to seize the opportunity, get moving, and figure out a great way to break out of prison."
Little Gray Fur stared at the big black tower, his brows furrowed and his face full of worry.
If she could leave on her own, she would have done so long ago.
So she quickly stepped forward and anxiously asked the Great Black Tower:
"Then... is there any way?"
The Great Black Tower made no attempt to conceal anything and directly told them.
"We sensed... the influence of another... destiny..."
The strange monitor next to me emitted another sharp, piercing warning.
[Transmission channel resolution complete, cutting off unauthorized communication...]
[Serious Warning! Serious Warning!]
The Black Tower knew it couldn't hold out much longer; the signal could break at any moment.
She immediately seized the last moment and urgently instructed Little Gray Fur:
"Its power...is quite formidable...it might be able to help you..."
"Use the power of destiny... to let it sense it..."
Before the words were even finished, the projection of the Great Black Tower flickered and vanished without a trace.
A line of cold, glaring text instantly appeared on the monitor.
The illegal communication has been stopped.
After the projection of the Great Black Tower disappeared, Little Gray Hair rested his chin on one hand and lowered his head in deep thought.
Does the Black Tower mean... that a certain faction has come to Onphalus, and we can ask them for help?
In my past journeys, I have mastered different destinies...
Think carefully, what kind of force has come to Onfaros...?
Which force of destiny should be used to call for aid...?
Little Gray noticed a row of old monitors in front of him, displaying familiar images.
She immediately walked quickly to one of the monitors and stared intently at it.
On the screen, a majestic and awe-inspiring male figure appeared.
Little Gray immediately recognized that this was none other than Nanuk, the God of Destruction!
Having a stellar core within me, I awoke at the space station "Black Tower" and gained the power of "destruction"...
A world that gives birth to a Great Ruler of Extinction will surely attract the attention of "Destruction". The star core in my belly is going to be of great use.
...But if we call in the Antimatter Legion and the Annihilation Gang, will they really be of any help?
"Nanook! Lend me flames to burn through the prison."
Regardless, Little Grey decided to give it a try.
She concentrated all her energy, held her breath, and tried to make the rhythm of her heartbeat resonate with the frequency of the golden flames.
Little Gray Fur constantly tested the line between lucidity and madness, daring not to be careless in the slightest.
She carefully guided her consciousness, gently knocking on the door of "destruction".
The result shocked and amazed Little Gray.
She truly could use the star core within her body to unleash the destructive power of creation.
However, Little Gray Fur quickly gritted his teeth and forcibly stopped the summoning.
She ultimately chose to give up.
The frenzied summoning power was too tempting; with her current cultivation level, she simply couldn't resist it completely.
If we were to fall into the abyss of "destruction" at this moment... perhaps everything would be doomed forever.
Failure isn't necessarily a bad thing; after all, those summoned by this force are definitely not to be trifled with...
They were unable to get help from the destructive forces.
Little Gray nodded gently, silently comforting himself.
Immediately afterwards, she ran quickly to the second monitor.
On the screen was the enormous and majestic body of King Cripper of Amber.
In Beloborg, I obtained the Flame Spear left behind by the Builders and gained the power of "Preservation"...
Yes, no matter how remote a corner is, as long as there is a business opportunity, it will definitely attract the company's attention. Isn't Onfaros a blue ocean of untapped business opportunities?
Even if they can't call on their company friends, the city builders and nomadic miners should be able to help, since there are both cities and mines here.
"Cripper! Lend me a hammer to smash through the prison."
Little Gray felt that the chances of success this time were extremely high.
She immediately focused her mind and tried to simulate the steady hammering rhythm of Cripper building the wall with her heartbeat.
Once again—Little Grey only needs to regain the composure he had when fighting the Great Guardian and catch the sparks from that hammer blow with both hands.
However, the entire space was deathly silent; nothing happened!
Cripper completely ignored Little Grey's calls.
Just as it ignored countless devout believers who looked up to it throughout the long and endless years.
It seems the company's reach doesn't extend to Onfaros, a market without overseas markets...
Little Gray Fur was filled with disappointment and helplessness, thinking to himself.
With no other option, Little Gray had to turn around and run to another display screen.
On the screen appeared the comedian Hippe.
In Pinocchio, I took the watchmaker's hat, declared war on "order," and gained the power of "harmony"...
Yes! The loving family will surely remember me, their benefactor. Their music resonates throughout the world, and they will definitely be willing to lend a helping hand.
Come on, let me put on this top hat that's been gathering dust for several chapters. And sing with the Clockwork Boy—
Universal harmony, a constellation of stars shining together...
As Little Gray thought about it, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, full of anticipation.
She firmly believed that she would be able to escape successfully this time.
"Hipper, guide me away with your song."
Little Gray concentrated all his energy and tried to hum the melody of the Harmony Song in his mind.
The images of our predecessors appear one by one; as long as you immerse yourself in their distant chorus, perhaps the path will appear before you.
However, Little Gray Fur suffered another defeat.
The solid barrier "outside of mythology" ruthlessly stifled that distant music.
Those melodies were completely filtered out like useless noise, leaving only a cold, lifeless silence.
Little Gray was unhappy, his face full of helplessness.
Doesn't Rico want music to accompany this story? What a tasteless viewer...
(End of chapter)