With her parents long gone, professional failures, the torment of rumors, the tumultuous changes in the world, and the betrayal of friends, she felt utterly exhausted and no longer wish to struggle.
At this thought, Suzi Han shivered, abandoning the idea of sending the little sprites into battle.
She could not bear to lose these adorable little creatures.
Mercenaries were indeed favorable.
The arrangement was clear-cut.
Money for services rendered collaboration against foes.
What could be better? After some contemplation, she decided to test the waters with a gamble.
Even if it meant incurring a loss, she needed to ascertain the extent of such a loss.
She selected three cards of her companions.
The doll of ghosts, the necromancer, and the ghoul, all dark entities.
under her command.
They would benefit from her innate enhancements such as bonuses for night attacks and the insatiable appetite boon.
Since this was a temporary employment arrangement, these summoned companions, not being native to the realm, lack the ability to transform matter into energy.
Yet, they could still provide a satisfying boost.
Having procured the systems services along with various insuranceances and logistical support, the once desolate island was now filled with portals.
With companions crowding in and filling the island to capacity, Suzie Han conducted a thorough check to ensure nothing was overlooked before opting to engage in battle.
The deity and companions entered the fry together.
As the war concluded, Alice returned to her clan s territory with her kin.
Amidst a cemetery where at the tallest gravestone, a group of dolls of ghosts lamented their longing for the Hunga people.
The Hunga people, unperturbed by madness, had achieved a flawless victory in war abundant with riches.
The dolls of ghosts murmured incessantly, "Ding-dong! You have a new order awaiting your attention.
" A green light emanated from the gravestone.
Client hung rating premium employer war record victory 155 latest 5 months having defeated a second tier water deity price two divine coins five advanced magic stones 50 intermediate magic stones 3,000 basic magic stones would you like to accept the order? Oh, it's the Hunga people.
Before Alice could speak, her companion Aly began to squeal excitedly.
It was indeed the Hunga people.
A ley exclaimed with delight.
She was a slightly smaller doll of ghosts, her form adorned with ethereal blue flames that burst forth in beautiful violet hues, radiating fire in her excitement.
It was the Hunga people, the very commander who had granted Alice the opportunity to ascend to demigod status.
A Lily shrieked in sharp glee, clearly unable to contain her excitement.
Calm down, Lily.
Alice urged, her voice trembling as she restrained her sister s exuberance.
She was the leader.
She needed to maintain composure.
As a demagod, she was expected to be steady.
At 107 years of age, she had to keep her poise.
Yet, her quivering voice betrayed her excitement.
It is essential to recognize that as an unremarkable spirit doll, she ascended to legendary status by claiming the remnants of the enemy deity during her inaugural battle alongside this esteemed adult.
She secured the position of leader for her entire race.
Her second elevation to demagog was a fortuitous outcome of her unwavering companionship with this adult in the fight until the very end when the divine power of this adult enveloped her.
It was an indescribable ecstasy, as if her very soul had been invigorated with new found strength.
Upon hearing Ili's shriek, the spirit dolls became a flurry of excitement, abandoning their slumber within the gravestones, forsaking their nibbling on enchanted stones and neglecting their playful frolicss in the mud.
They surged forward in mass, pressing together, fixated on the information inscribed on the gravestone, their voices rising in a cacophony of cries.
In the realm of soul communication, the atmosphere was overwhelmingly noisy, filled with incessant chattering.
This race of spirit dolls possesses an innate childlike spirit devoid of rigid hierarchies.
In their enthusiastic throng, many spirits were pushed into a translucent state, stacking upon one another like overlapping shadows, forming a collective mass.
It was an edict from the esteemed adult.
Perhaps the esteemed adult still remembers us.
Surely the esteemed adult recalls me.
Ai, remember me.
Pingping.
It is I.
It is I.
Push.
It is I.
It is I.
Undoubtedly remembered by them.
Squeeze.
Quiet down.
Everyone, stop jostling, for I must receive orders.
Chapter 20.
The tranquil teaching journey.
Alice exclaimed, "What if you inadvertently hit refuse order?" "Can you afford the consequences? Your rockousness will not be appreciated by the Everrand.
They surely favor a composed warrior.
" The crowd dispersed, each one quieter and more obedient than the last.
Their eyes fixated on Alice, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead and massaging her squished cheeks.
She noticed the scar on her face straightening from its jagged form.
Alice confirmed the order, leaving her soul mark.
The contract was established.
Sisters, I have completed the employment contract.
Let us gather at the teleportation circle.
Alice addressed the group.
She flew behind a gravestone materializing her true self and gazed at her reflection on the smooth surface of the monument.
The polished stone mirrored her visage, a young girl bearing a scar on her face with a complexion as pale as paper and blood red eyes, her body marred by numerous wounds and tattered clothing.
Belonging to the doll spirit clan, as the name suggests, she hailed from dolls that had perished and transformed into spirits.
Upon awakening as a demigod, she gradually regained memories of her human existence, seemingly having perished in a war, her body cleaved by blades.
Yet these details were of little consequence.
Her existence as a spirit had far exceeded her time as a human.
As she swayed, the blood and wounds vanished, leaving only the scar on her face, transforming her into a mere girl with an excessively pale complexion.
She attempted to tidy her hair against the smooth marble, but to no avail.
Her twin ponytails became even more disheveled, a chaotic mess.
After a moment of contemplation, Alice lifted her hand to untie the ponytails, securing the hair ties and separating the strands, then rolled and twisted them symmetrically into two buns.
Pleased with the arrangement, she nodded, glancing left and right.
She tore a strip of fabric from the hem of her skirt and fashioned it around the buns.
In no time, two charming bows adorned her head.
As the girl moved, it appeared as though two butterflies fluttered above her.
A satisfied smile graced Alice's lips, her expression illuminating her entire face.
The most memorable doll spirit in the eyes of the Ever Grand would undoubtedly be me, Alice.
Infinite divine realm, I miss you dearly.
My divine master, I do not wish to study.
Bang.
The sound was that of Ling Pipi bouncing up.
Ling Jing Jing gritted her teeth, her entire demeanor taught, claws clenched as if suppressing a tempest of emotions.
She silently reminded herself to teach diligently and gently so she could nurture more wise kin for her divine master.
"Study hard," she uttered.
Her words laced with a hint of restrained frustration.
Yet her tone remained gentle.
The fire within her was subdued.
"I do not wish to study.
I only desire to see my divine master.
" Ling Pipi insisted, seemingly anxious that her sentiments were unclear.