Chapter 865
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Deep within the Snow Mountain Range.
A crystal ball containing a large number of souls started to crack.
"No! No! "
A woman in a wheelchair quickly approached the crystal ball. Before she could even touch it, the crystal ball shattered into pieces.
The souls sealed within immediately flew out of the shattered pieces and into the sky.
"Father Gainke … You once again delayed our research by a month! No … a whole half a year! "
The woman in the wheelchair looked at the shattered crystal ball. She could not control her anger as she crushed the crystal even further.
"This is not enough, I need more."
Father Gainke suddenly woke up from his deep sleep. He used his old hands to cover his forehead. The feeling of his body being torn apart by blades kept repeating in his mind.
After he regained his senses, he walked out of the container he was lying in. The other two containers were filled with the Nephilic Judges, who were in eternal slumber in the shattered pieces of the Space of Consciousness.
"More?"
When the woman heard Father Gainke's request, she could not control her anger anymore.
"Soul fragments are not pebbles on the side of the road!" The woman's voice was filled with suppressed anger.
"The war on the Frost Plains has lasted for hundreds of years." Father Gainke limped towards the woman in the wheelchair. "In these hundreds of years, the Land of Frost invested millions of soldiers. The souls of the soldiers are buried deep under the snow. How much of their souls did you absorb?"
"The messengers and martyrs used most of their souls to summon God. We … can only absorb a small portion of the soul fragments! Not to mention such high quality soul fragments! "
The woman did not feel any fear when Father Gainke walked in. She reminded him in a low voice.
"Those … damned vermin!" Father Gainke's voice was filled with a layer of coldness.
"Shouldn't you be the vermin? Thieves who want to steal God's power. "
A woman silently appeared behind Father Gainke. Following her was a group of humans with their mouths sealed.
Father Gainke did not argue with her. He slowly walked towards the entrance of the ruins.
"Where are you going!" The woman in the wheelchair asked loudly.
"The war between the demons and the Land of Frost is coming to an end, but humans will always be creatures living in disputes."
A large amount of Grey Fog started to climb from the bottom of Father Gainko's feet to his entire body, and in the next second, he turned into a completely different person.
"It's time to pour a fire on the seeds we've planted."
… …
The next day.
Josiah stayed in the World Tree's consciousness for the whole night. To be precise, he spent the whole night rushing his draft.
"How much of my original goal has yet to be accomplished?"
Josiah floated in the space of consciousness like a corpse. Josiah was surrounded by various drawing boards and brushes, as well as exquisite paintings.
"The new Hearthstone series has been completed. There's only a small portion of the four autographs of 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'. The readers in the Unmoving Library, led by the 'Holy Tree Breeder', are still urging for updates … Child of the Forest, do you want to respond to them?"
Shiratori stood on a tree branch that appeared out of nowhere. During this time, she was becoming more and more like Josiah's housekeeper.
On the other hand, the two World Trees, the Frost Elves and the Blackwood Elves …
"Don't scratch my head!"
Josiah carried the white cat down from his head and returned to his sitting position.
"I haven't thought of how to change the last part. What about the Mana Net update?"
"The 'Creativity Workshop' function in the reconstructed gaming area is working normally. I will review all game components and independent games created by other users with human values."
As Shiratori spoke, a pitch-black window appeared in front of Josiah. Josiah was very familiar with this UI design. It was the software that cheated Josiah of countless money back on Earth.
Josiah had originally wanted to separate the gaming area and make it into a website like the Mana Net Vision. However, players seemed to be used to playing games while discussing. Hence, Josiah only separated the function of the 'Creativity Workshop'.
"How many singers are there on Mana Net Music?"
Josiah kept stroking the white cat in his arms as he asked Shiratori a new question.
"Currently, there are 37 registered singers on the Mystic Net Music, and 327 songs. Taylin of the Frost Elf race is still the most popular singer, followed by the Redemption group, Aurelian. She has recently composed three songs that have been well received."
When Shiratori mentioned Aurelian, Josiah could hear the pride in her voice. This Shiratori also had her own feelings.
In a sense, the High Elves were like children to him, the kind that would occasionally reach a rebellious stage.
"Aurelian … I didn't expect her to be so capable."
Josiah rubbed the white cat's meatball. This action completely stimulated the white cat, and it disappeared into Josiah's arms.
"The television station?"
Without the white cat to touch, Josiah patted his cheeks to wake himself up.
With no one else in the Space of Consciousness, Josiah could enter a state of accelerated thinking. Although only one night had passed in the real world, Josiah had stayed here for almost a week.
"The current program list of Nolan Television Station has stabilized. From the comments collected from the spellcasters' forum, Talyn's late-night radio station is still the most popular, and 'Tom and Jerry' is mentioned the most, followed by 'World of Monsters' produced and edited by the mercenary team. The remaining two new programs, 'Alchemy' and 'Black Pigeon's Wardrobe', have been submitted by Thousand Faces."
"I've agreed … Qianmian only wants to do the latter program, but the former has potential too."
Josiah felt that Noland Television Station had fewer programs now. On the other hand, the neighboring Falosi Television Station was doing well.
"What about the movies?"
"The White Thorn Theater and the National Noland Theater have three movies. Two of them are from Falosi, and one is from the White Thorn Theater. The Falosi film, See You Tomorrow, has received good reviews from the spellcasters' forum, but the box office is still not as good as your Hachi."
Shiratori pulled up a bunch of interfaces and sent them to Josiah.
"There are already people on the spellcasters' forum urging you to produce a new movie. A friend named Knight Of The White Thorn has also sent several inquiries."
"I've already written a few beginnings for the new movie," Josiah replied to Knight Of The White Thorn using the virtual keyboard, "Wait a little longer."
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