Hurry up.

Bchawa raised his voice, infusing it with a hint of sternness.

Earlier, while Bowwa was cooking, Lilith had been purged on the staircase, using the corner to prop up her book for easier viewing, responding to by Chiao's commanding tone, Lilith reluctantly floated down, clutching a hefty book borrowed from the library titled Advanced Mathematics, far larger than her own size, thick enough to match her height, causing her to wobble as she dragged it along.

Set the book aside.

Do not bring it to the dining table.

It is not a good habit to read while eating, and it would be a disservice to the book if it gets dirty.

By Chia gently reminded her.

All right.

Lilith acquiesed, placing the book down.

As she flew closer, observing the dishes Bowie had prepared.

Her expression soured.

A fleeting glance at Bowua's cheerful demeanor prompted her to close her eyes and let out a loud whale rolling about in midair.

So bland, I want meat.

I don't want cabbage or radish.

Wo is me.

I miss Lilith.

Dining with her always meant meat.

Ever since she left, I've been so miserable.

Lilith lamented, tumbling in the air, her butterfly wings scattering shimmering scales.

By Chowiwa, quick to react, summoned his spiritual energy, conjuring bolts of lightning to clean up Lilith scale dust, ensuring the dishes remained untainted.

These vegetables, particularly the cabbage, were painstakingly cultivated by their own hands, and the radish was of divine quality, not inexpensive.

Lilith, you truly are becoming increasingly capricious.

You nearly ruined this perfectly good meal by Chia explained patiently.

Given our current levels, our energy absorption is limited, so consuming vegetables is more cost effective.

This is what we refer to as value for energy.

The purple umbrella sobbed loudly, though no tears fell.

It was merely a tempest without rain by Chia's lips curled downward, her expression fierce, on the verge of reprimanding the umbrella.

The purple umbrella ceased its ruckus, closed its mouth, and settled onto the table, obediently perching on its specially crafted chair, blinking innocently at Bchawi, exuding an air of utmost compliance.

Just as Bowi was about to scold the umbrella, she found herself swallowing her irritation upon witnessing its pitiful demeanor.

With a heavy sigh, Bchawi retrieved a salted chicken leg from her spatial pouch, slicing off a small piece and tossing it into the umbrella's bowl before stowing the remainder away.

"Eat up," she instructed, then began her own meal.

The purple umbrella pouted, dividing the generous morsel, substantial for her, but modest for Bchawa, into two halves with her spiritual power, placing one portion into Boway's bowl.

Yeah, yeah, let us share.

I don't want to eat alone.

By Chia gazed at the meager piece of meat at a loss for words.

Perhaps tomorrow it would be more worthwhile to buy some meat and stew it.

Meanwhile, the television in the living room broadcast the news.

According to the latest reports from the front lines, various demagod warriors had begun their battles.

The island's culinary staff was in short supply, urgently seeking recruits, welcoming interested residents to apply, requiring a junior high school diploma, culinary skills above intermediate level, and spiritual power of at least level three with excellent benefits address.

The purple umbrella clutched the chicken leg, struggling to bite into the salty, tough meat.

As for the content of the news anchor's report, she paid it no mind.

For her, news was merely a fleeting whisper, entering one ear and exiting the other.

By Chia, however, was different.

She gazed at the news, silently hoping for safety for Ily, longing for her return to tend to their garden together.

A glance at the purple umbrella revealed its apparent confusion about Ili's departure.

Unaware of the implications it bore or how long her absence would last, Bowwa pondered whether the umbrella comprehended the gravity of the situation if it could not advance.

Even reaching the end of its life would not bring a ley back.

Lifespan what a weighty topic each time by Chowiwa contemplated it.

A pang of discomfort washed over her.

She needed to save money, working harder while spending less, accumulating wealth to purchase divine herbs that could extend the umbrella's life.

She wished for it to live a few more years.

A shiver coursed through by Chia as she suddenly felt a chill in the room.

The warmth of the fire dwindling.

Perhaps tomorrow it would be Cabbage again.

She was not picky and Cabbage was quite delightful.

A ley accompanied by a troop of ghostly dolls infiltrated the city confronting the greatest challenge of her life.

This city was a realm of spirits, a ghost town where the supernatural thrived amidst palpable resentment.

Inhabited by ghostly kin, she felt fear.

Forgive her for ghost-fearing ghosts, sobbing softly.

In the past, she had been the one to frighten others.

Now, she was the one being terrified, which was truly disheartening.

Yet, she cannot afford to show it.

No matter how bizarre the apparition she encountered, she had to maintain a pale and composed countenance.

The divine presence was at her side.

Displaying fear would bring her great shame.

In the words of Sister Alice is a disgrace to the doll clan.

How bitter it is.

More bitter than the bitter melon stir fried by Chowa.

More bitter than the fish scales sprinkled over rice by Zansen.

She intends to lead her kin alongside the divine presence to dismantle this ghostly city and obliterate this realm of spirits.

Only then can they confront the enemy headon with the army of the departed.

Go forth a ley.

Fight valiantly.

Accumulate contribution points.

Exchange them for resources and in due time she shall return with treasures that will dazzle the eyes of Bowua and Zansen.

Let them be moved to tears praising her prowess as Lady Lily.

Chapter 317.

Longing and snow shoveling in the ethereal flying island of Suzie Han Commander.

All aspects are progressing smoothly in accordance with the plan.

We are concurrently engaged in 213 battles without encountering any anomalies.

Excellent.

Please continue to monitor the situation.

Litecat reported the status to Suzie Han.

Before light, dozens of luminous screens were active, each connected to communication channels of small task forces within Star Sea, tracking their progress.

Should any irregularities arise, the system assistants of these teams would issue alerts in the group and Litecat would coordinate the rescue efforts.

At this moment, Suzie Han was surrounded by a multitude of screens, each flickering and refreshing incessantly, numbering in the hundreds.

These displays operated at an unimaginable frequency, and Suzie Han adeptly managed to simultaneously command the ongoing operations.

Like Cat thought to herself how impressive it was that the Great One had dispatched numerous avatars into the realms of the outer gods to assist in the war effort.

The remarkable ability to process multiple tasks concurrently filled Light Cat with admiration.

The Great One was even more formidable than the last time they met.

Light Cat gazed at the industrious figure of Suzie Han with awe.

Her admiration was genuine.

The Great One's ability to juggle multiple responsibilities was truly extraordinary.

With her hands clasped over her heart, Light Cat looked towards Suzi Han, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Unbeknownst to her, her faith in Suzhon grew with each passing day.

And soon, her divine essence would bear the mark of Suzi Han.

From light Cat's perspective, she was not only looking at Suzi Han, but also at Chi-Chi.

Suspended in midair, Chi-Chi smirked with an alluring grin.

Little one, do not idolize too much.

If we were to speak of synchronizing command capabilities, the system master occupies the first place, and I, Chi-Chi, would claim a second.