I feel that what drives human progress might be competition, what drives science progress might be laziness, but what drives entertainment progress is definitely boredom.
Yep, it's boredom.
Not every operation team is as smooth as mine. For example, the violent Pandora and Sandora duo that is holed up in some corner of the world and sparring with the dragons. Or the Shallow shallow who is indulging herself in front of the Pearl Coral Luminous Pearl. Or … there's no such as, the rest seems to be quite smooth.
In short, due to the different progress of the various teams, Anveena and I have no choice but to continue staying in this extremely boring and easily lost circle city until the other major races join the Salvation Army. Only then can we lead the Forsaken Ones' Emissaries to Theramore for a meeting. According to Lin Xue, this is to create a grand scene of hundreds of races coming together. Otherwise, if the races come in batches and batches, it would really feel like sheep shitting. Let's put aside Miss Lin's rhetoric for now. I mainly feel that this fellow is just looking for trouble for me. Also, when I think about this lass's ability to predict the future, I suddenly feel that Miss Lin is probably the one who instigated me to come to such a boring place. Not to mention anything else, at the very least, Miss Lin definitely knows how boring I will be when I come to this place.
Look, I'm getting off topic again.
What I said earlier about the key factor that drives entertainment progress is boredom. This is definitely based on facts. The most obvious example is that due to Anveena and my extreme boredom, various entertainment projects have sprung up in the Undercity like mushrooms after the rain. Poker, football, billiards, billiards, mahjong, pai gow, table tennis, and all kinds of strange entertainment activities have swept through the entire Undercity like a tropical wind from Southeast Asia. These skeletons suddenly realized that life can be more beautiful.
I also suddenly realized that I am actually such a professional in the field of entertainment. To think that I always thought that I was an honest and good student.
"Pressure can stimulate a person's potential," Anveena commented. Then, she threw out two poker cards. "A pair of six!"
"I really don't know why there is such a lack of entertainment activities in this world. Other than banquets, there are only social dances. It seems that all entertainment is prepared for the nobles," I sighed. Then, I took out two cards that look like scribbles. "A pair of ten!"
Cirvanas glanced at the poker cards on the table and pondered for a moment. Then, she placed the last four cards in her hand in front of us. She asked carefully, "This … is it correct?"
You see, there are always many strange things in this world. To Cirvanas, the strangest thing is that the powerful God's Envoy is actually so amiable and approachable. Furthermore, he teaches the Undead commoners all kinds of entertainment games to pass the time. This doesn't seem like something a God should do. To me, the strangest thing is that the famous Dark Queen Cirvanas is actually playing poker with me. Furthermore, this Queen whose skills are a complete mess actually possesses such good luck that even the God of Gamblers would be jealous of her. This situation where every single one of her hands is a top-notch card has reached an unimaginable level. All of the basic theories of probability instantly crumbled into pieces in front of Cirvanas's luck. In the end, it evolved into the little pieces of paper that Anveena and I had written all over our faces.
After being instantly defeated by Cirvanas and the other four Old Ks for the forty-sixth time, I tossed the cards in my hand that I had barely touched onto the table. Looking at the sky, I let out a long sigh. "Sigh, it's a pity that Valimasas isn't willing to come. Otherwise, we would be able to play mahjong together."
Actually, what I meant was that if Valimasas was here, I wouldn't need to be at the bottom. That old demon's luck is even worse than his looks. Even if the God of Gamblers reincarnated, if he was possessed by Valimasas's bad luck, he would only be able to face the mahjong table speechlessly.
It was precisely because of this that Valimasas, a weirdo in the world of mahjong, had the heavy responsibility of being at the bottom of our high-end leader-level mahjong table. However, after being abused by Cirvanas, Anveena, and myself for a total of one hundred and twenty-seven rounds, no matter how thick the old demon's skin was, he didn't dare to continue embarrassing himself at the mahjong table …
If it was the first few days, we might have gone out for a stroll out of boredom. Although there weren't any tourist attractions worth visiting in Undercity, it was still the capital of the Forgotten Ones after all. This gigantic underground city itself was something worth visiting. Furthermore, if we treated it as a real-life haunted house adventure, I would still be able to find some pleasant surprises. However, ever since Anveena and my final identities were announced a few days ago, we rarely went out for a stroll. After knowing our identities, the attitude of the Forgotten Ones who usually got along with the two of us naturally changed greatly. After all, the identity of God's Emissary wasn't the same as the second fatty selling plastic jades in the alley. Apart from us simple-minded people, it was impossible for any normal person to remain unmoved by this identity. No matter if the attitude of the Forgotten Ones' commoners was fanatical, respectful, cautious, or even conflicted, it was impossible for Anveena and me to mindlessly wander around the underground tunnels of Undercity. All that was left was to stay at Cirvanas's place and play poker or mahjong with the Queen, or create some other small toys for Cirvanas to enrich the boring daily lives of the Forgotten Ones.
How nice would it be if something explosive could happen to relieve my boredom? Even if I had to go out and find someone to fight …
Reality proved that although I didn't have the same abilities as my older sister, it seemed that my thoughts had a certain degree of cursing effects …
Almost as soon as this thought popped up in my mind, an ordinary specter whose light was much dimmer than Anveena's hurriedly floated into the hall. Then, it stopped in front of Cirvanas, who had just drawn a good hand and revealed a faint smile. I could clearly read an anxious and uneasy expression from this specter's face that wasn't bright enough.
Could it be that spending so much time together with Anveena, a strange ghost who could adjust her own light at any time, lighting up the room and cleaning for fun, had caused me to develop a strange habit of observing the brightness of any ghost-type creature I saw?
"Anna, what happened?"
Cirvanas put down the card in his hand with a slightly regretful expression and furrowed his eyebrows as he asked.
It seemed that my "invention" of this card game had already caused the famous Queen of Darkness to undergo some subtle changes …
"Your Majesty, the elite troops we sent to suppress the Scarlet Crusade were ambushed in the northern hills of the Tirisfal Forest. Only one ghost survived."
I felt that using the word "survived" to describe a ghost who had been dead for who knows how many years was too strange.
"They encountered the main forces of the Scarlet Crusade?"
Cirvanas's voice sounded coldly. She exuded the pressure of a superior. I looked at Cirvanas, who was showing her true colors as a queen. I suddenly felt that the pile of cards and pieces of paper on the table next to her was too out of place. I couldn't help but have the illusion that the leaders of various countries were squatting together and scratching their feet while discussing the global nuclear destruction plan with a serious expression. Speaking of which, how did such a complicated scene suddenly appear in my mind, which required who knows how many neural reflexes to form?
The ghost on the other side heard Cirvanas's question and immediately lowered his body to reply: "Reporting to Your Majesty, according to the report of the surviving ghost, the ones who attacked them weren't humans, but a group of … creatures suspected to be demons."
"Suspected to be demons?"
"Yes, according to the ghost's description, it was a type of enemy that had some of the characteristics of demons, but their bodies were larger and their fighting style was different from any demon race that we know of. The other party only had around thirty people, but our five hundred battle-hardened soldiers were all annihilated in less than three minutes."
Anveena and I looked at each other, and we both read the same message from each other's eyes.
"God's Envoy, could it be that those are the mutated demons that you were talking about?"
I nodded and spread my hands: "If your scouts weren't unlucky enough to encounter a group of aliens that came from another world, I'm afraid that they are mutated demons."
Then, I patted Anveena's head with a face full of fighting spirit: "Nana, we finally have something to do …"
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