Dorothy sat beside Primrose, her eyes sparkling brightly.
Earth?
The big sister’s homeland?
Dorothy’s heart was practically singing with joy.
She had always wanted to learn more about the big sister, but she had never dared to ask too many questions, afraid of raising suspicion. And now, she definitely couldn’t casually ask such things. Yet someone had actually brought this topic up on their own.
She quickly perked up her ears, afraid of missing even a single word.
Primrose decided to give these otherworldly natives a little lesson.
“Earth… is indeed a new world, and it has many countries too.”
“It’s just that the way that world developed is completely different from here. The people there have no mana, can’t use magic or battle arts, and there’s no such thing as levels.”
“There’s no mana in the air to condense into one’s own power, and no magic ores either.”
Everyone in the private room was completely stunned.
No mana?
No magic or battle arts?
No levels?
Cecilia couldn’t even begin to imagine such a world.
“Then… then what do they do when they encounter demon beasts? Rely on their own physical abilities?”
“Cecilia, we don’t have demon beasts where I’m from. There are minor conflicts and behind-the-scenes struggles, sure, but for the most part, it’s very peaceful.”
Lin Naiyue chimed in from the side.
“If there’s no magic, then magic ores don’t exist either, right?”
Consta also found it hard to believe.
“And at night, wouldn’t the streets be pitch black? How do people live?”
In the Kingdom of Aizela, even the poorest commoner had a low-quality illumination magic ore in their home.
In the more developed areas under Consta’s governance, ores could be refined into glow stones. Take Tattle Town in her territory, for example—the streets were lined with streetlamps made entirely of these glow stones.
As long as a tiny bit of mana was infused before nightfall each day, the streets would be illuminated automatically for the entire night.
A world without magic, battle arts, or magic ores as everyday staples was, in their understanding, equivalent to primitive humans and wild beasts.
Primrose looked at the group’s wide-eyed, inexperienced expressions, and a sudden urge to educate them welled up inside her.
“It won’t be pitch black.”
Primrose smiled.
“That world has technology, electricity, oil, and many other strategic resources.”
“Technology?”
Cecilia repeated the unfamiliar word, her face full of confusion.
“Yes, technology. In simple terms, technology is the equivalent of your magic and battle arts.”
“And electricity and oil are like the mana inside your bodies. They keep technological devices running, just like mana powers magic and battle arts.”
Primrose tried her best to explain in terms they could understand.
“All you have to do is flip a switch, and electricity travels along the wires, and the light turns on.”
“It’s not much worse than illumination magic stones, and you don’t have to expend your own mana. Instead, everyone shares a centralized power supply facility. As long as you pay a little money, every household gets access.”
“On Earth, everyone is an ordinary person, but relying on technology, ordinary people can sit in a bird called an airplane and fly through the sky, much faster than an ordinary pet wyvern.”
“They can hold a brick called a phone and talk to someone tens of thousands of miles away. They can even build weapons called nuclear bombs that can level an entire city in a single strike.”
The only sound left in the private room was sharp intakes of breath.
Ordinary people can fly faster than flying dragons?
Can communicate across a thousand miles?
Can destroy an entire city in one blow?
This isn’t a world without magic—this is practically a realm of the gods!
“It’s just an ordinary mortal world.”
Primrose added.
“It’s a long story, so I’ll go into detail another time.”
“But don’t misunderstand—Earth really isn’t the Unified Divine Realm. It’s a normal world of mortals.”
Primrose turned to look at Amily.
“Amily, you said earlier that the Elf Heart is a treasure guarded by the elf race for generations. So how can we exchange for it? Are there any conditions?”
Amily’s voice was soft.
“This is a mission passed down through their generations.”
“The reason the elf race guards it is precisely to hand it over to the Goddess big sister.”
Amily let out a soft, pure laugh when she heard this.
Primrose was taken aback.
For free?
Such a good deal existed?
But then, Amily’s smile faded, and a trace of worry crept into her blue-green heterochromatic eyes.
“It’s just that…”
Amily lowered her head, her two small hands twisting together.
“The Elf Heart is with the elf big sister who can communicate with me, and she… has been trapped by some evil power for over a thousand years.”
Evil power?
Primrose furrowed her brow.
Evil power, and trapped for over a thousand years.
Her mind instantly flashed to the image she had deduced earlier.
That unknown phantom, hidden in the mist, radiating boundless malice, impossible to fully analyze.
It was very likely the Final Crisis that the Church Nation and Dorothy had mentioned.
Could it be that the one trapping the elf was that thing?
It couldn’t be that coincidental, right?
One random event, and it ties back to a suspected final boss?
Primrose muttered inwardly.
If that were truly the case, then this world was way too small. How could everything be connected to a world-ending crisis of that scale?
Just then, Dorothy, who had been sitting quietly without a word, suddenly spoke up.
Dorothy blinked her big eyes, looking at Amily like a curious child.
“What does the evil power trapping her look like?”
“Doesn’t the elf race have elder-level figures? And high elves too? Couldn’t they do anything? Over a thousand years and they still couldn’t break it?”
Amily recalled the images the big sister in her mind had conveyed to her.
“As for what it looks like…”
She described uncertainly.
“It’s like… black-red… chains?”
“And as for solutions… the elf big sister who communicates with me is herself a high elf.”
The one trapped is a high elf?
And…
When Dorothy heard the words “black-red,” her pupils sharply contracted.
Her entire body stiffened, and her hands resting on her lap unconsciously clenched into fists.
Lin Naiyue noticed Dorothy’s abnormal behavior.
She turned to look at Dorothy’s slightly pale little face and asked with concern:
“Little Dorothy, what’s wrong?”
“Do you know something? Could those black-red chains be the Demon King’s power?”
Lin Naiyue asked this without any ulterior motive—she simply thought that since Dorothy was of the demon race, she might know some inside information.
Dorothy took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil within her.
She absolutely could not reveal that she knew about the Evil God at this moment.
“Huh? I don’t know…”
She put on an innocent and bewildered expression.
“The Demon King or whatever—how would I know about that? I was just curious and asked.”
More than exposing her identity as the Demon King, what worried her now was the chains trapping the high elf.
This is bad.
Black-red chains—no doubt about it. One hundred percent the Evil God’s power!
As the Demon King, the Evil God’s agent in the mortal realm, she was all too familiar with that power.
It was pure law of destruction, carrying an extremely strong corruptive nature.
Let alone a high elf—even Clotilde, that gluttonous ice snow dragon, wouldn’t be able to escape if bound by those chains.
As for why the high elf was still alive?
High elves shared the lifespan of the world, meaning to kill one, one would have to destroy the world that birthed it.
That would be the Elami Continent, where they currently were.
If she had been trapped for a thousand years, that would coincide exactly with the time Dorothy had made her contract with the Evil God and become the Demon Race.
In other words, the other party had only barely clung to life because Dorothy had requested to act as the agent for destroying this world.
Otherwise, the Evil God could destroy this world with a single thought.