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Chapter 1105: Chapter 524: First Encounter—It Always Starts with a Meal_3

"With these kids around, maybe when all of us shameless adults finally kick the bucket, the Ten Thousand Races really will迎来和平."

But as he said this, Little Demon Venerate’s eyes suddenly dimmed with loneliness.

Because in this little paradise, there were children of every race, but not a single child of the Demon Race.

The Demon Race’s kind of inner frenzy and repression wasn’t something that could be soothed just by putting their feet up to sleep, the teachings of the Village, or Li’s scare tactics.

Right now he was still young, with enough prestige and strength to suppress the Demon Race.

But what about later, when the day came that he turned into the Old Demon Venerable...

Little Demon Venerate thought of his own child; the way his youngest son looked at him now was exactly the same as how he had looked at his father back then.

"Quit whining and focus on what’s in front of you. People’s hearts always change; no one can say what the future will be like." the Human Emperor said, hands stuffed in his sleeves.

"But compared to the other tribes, you guys really are a cancer. After the disaster, if I’m still alive and you can still keep the Demon Race’s tribes in check, I’ll find a way to fix whatever’s wrong with your brains."

The Human Emperor turned his head and glanced at Little Demon Venerate. "Relax, my memory’s bad, but your family of white-furred wolves is pretty easy to recognize. I won’t forget."

Little Demon Venerate seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end swallowed the words back down and only shook his head.

The loneliness didn’t last long before Little Demon Venerate switched back into Husky mode. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Heh, you just take care of what’s in front of you." Little Demon Venerate launched a counterattack spiral and shot the words back at him.

"The Demon Race’s business is none of your concern. I’m here for serious matters this time. Those dogs you were looking for, I’ve already found them for you."

As he spoke, Little Demon Venerate clapped his hands.

A moment later, a big Golden Retriever leaped out from behind the bushes. It started circling the two of them, every now and then throwing itself onto them, wanting someone to play with it, that whirlwind of a tail whipping hard enough to sting.

"It’s Maomao!" After being as quiet as if she were dead for quite a while, Cat Lady Emperor suddenly chimed in again.

...

The second memory fragment also cut off right at the moment when the Human Emperor was furiously rubbing the Golden Retriever’s head and giving him the name Long-haired Labrador.

When the image came back, Zhang Ze and Cat Lady Emperor saw the Human Emperor and a Half Deer Man standing on a desolate plain.

They were surrounded by a large pack of dogs, of every breed imaginable.

Short-legged huskies, long-legged corgis, sighthounds, and so on—under Maomao’s leadership they were like a troop of guardians, encircling the Human Emperor in the middle.

And behind the dogs and the Human Emperor sat a giant, pitch-black figure with legs crossed. Its eyes were a little vacant as it played with its own fingers, sometimes flipping the bird, sometimes flashing a six.

The stern Half Deer Lady adjutant looked at this ridiculous-looking squad and found it very hard to feel at ease.

"Do you really have to go in person? If something happens to you, we..."

The Human Emperor shook his head. "My gut tells me the Tide is coming soon. I don’t have time to wait anymore, so I can only gamble."

Half Deer Lady: "Then your whereabouts..."

Human Emperor: "Don’t worry, I already made arrangements. Little Demon Venerate will cover for me."

At that, Half Deer Lady immediately straightened up and said gravely, "The Demon Race is not to be trusted!"

The Human Emperor patted Half Deer Lady’s head. "I know, the Demon Race is not to be trusted. But Little Demon Venerate is, because I’ve already trained him properly."

Half Deer Lady: "?"

She wanted to say more, but the Human Emperor waved his hand, then looked over at the black giant.

The giant saw the Human Emperor looking his way and immediately started giggling. He raised both middle fingers and pointed them at his own forehead.

A moment later, his "third eye" opened.

But rather than an eye, it looked more like an escape pod wedged into the giant’s brain.

A beam of amber light shone onto the Human Emperor, pulling him in, and as the Human Emperor entered the giant’s mind, that dumb giant suddenly became sharp.

The vacant gaze vanished, replaced by the Human Emperor’s wisdom.

The giant waved to Half Deer Lady in farewell, then led the pack of dogs off into the distance.

There was clearly no water around, but as he walked forward, the lower half of the giant’s body began to disappear, as if he were stepping into an invisible sea.

The Human Emperor went into the sea.

...

Zhang Ze opened his eyes again.

But this time, there was no new little Human Emperor story.

He still didn’t see the specific process of himself going into the sea back then.

The dogs and the black giant were all gone, and even Cat Lady Emperor’s incessant chatter had vanished.

It was like he’d turned on VIP first-person viewing mode—right now, he was the only one in this memory.

He was standing on a mountaintop, looking into the distance. The land curved upward like the inner wall of a sphere; above his head was another continent, with seas and mountain ranges hanging upside down.

This was the Holy Land, the Holy Land of the past.

So...

Zhang Ze turned around and looked at the sun of the Holy Land.

"Hm? Whoa, what the hell is that?"

The "sun" at this moment looked downright twisted; even the pale Baiyujing form was more normal than how it looked now. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Calling that thing a sun was a stretch; it was more like a living, gigantic ball of blue fungal slime.

Hundred-zhang-thick mycelium writhed and rolled over its surface like headless giant Dragons. Thousands of mouths opened and closed, emitting waves of soundless murmuring.

And when Zhang Ze looked at that blue fungal sun, the blue sun also noticed him.

The mycelium writhed even more violently. The soundless murmurs turned into a deafening roar, and a voice that worked directly on the mind exploded in Zhang Ze’s head.

"Yay! A new friend I’ve never seen before!

"Friend! Tasty!"

With that, the blue ball hanging in the sky came crashing down toward Zhang Ze...