Chapter 2210 - 785: Hill’s Generosity

But Hill didn’t feel that the end of the game was the final Chapter.

Well, if there’s any fresh side story, it can only rely on the undead tribe below... Based on Hill’s understanding of that slightly crazy lady, she shouldn’t be patient for long.

As for completely admitting it?

How could that be possible.

The Paintbrush even considers the Ink Brush’s actions as a betrayal, an insult to her!

Even if she fails, she’ll just choose to try again... Don’t forget, Ivan interacted with her in reality.

In the world of the undead tribe, going to other countries isn’t as easy as it is now... Especially when you have to find specific individuals on a settled planet.

Just think about it, Ivan wouldn’t circle around so much, switching spaceships, just to find the Paintbrush because of the game.

He’s more likely to have stirred up some mischief after discovering who the Paintbrush was.

Although the Paintbrush doesn’t have much to forgive, it all started with Ivan himself.

This only proves that the Paintbrush who moved should be on a tourist or trade planet that a foreigner can reach easily.

Probably after making too much fuss, her family sent her to a place with nicer scenery and a more relaxed environment for a vacation.

And to live in such a planet so easily... the Paintbrush’s family must not be as wealthy as the Ink Brush’s, but they aren’t vastly different.

That’s why the girl always felt her pursuit of the Ink Brush never involved money, and wondered why the Ink Brush wouldn’t love her... Generally, families with some wealth but not excessively affluent, who spoil their children, are most likely to raise daughters with the Paintbrush’s character.

Hill pondered deeply but couldn’t control his curiosity about this real-life story.

He couldn’t help but glance with eager eyes at the ’Old Age Striking King’ and her sister circle in the hall.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ was slightly mouthing, standing on tip-toes looking at the high platform... the undead tribe already speculated what was happening to the head-clutching-frantic Josh, and all were wholeheartedly schadenfreude.

Everyone wished they could see clearly.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ was fine. Though she wasn’t tall, she stood far enough not to have her view blocked by tall figures ahead.

Otherwise, even if she could shake the surroundings, it wouldn’t be useful at this moment.

However, the eagerly awaiting undead tribe actually saved Josh.

Meanwhile, the number of people speaking decreased significantly.

Of course, this was also because Hill canceled the control array only on the high platform... Otherwise, with millions talking simultaneously in the hall, even with intense spatial folding, people would still go mad.

Even a stadium with tens of thousands can make people furious.

In this world, apart from this hall Hill folded countless spaces in, no place could accommodate so many undead tribes.

It’s not only about space.

The most important thing is control power.

To let everyone communicate when they want, yet not let them genuinely be in the same space... only Hill, born in Teraxil, who absorbed some essence of the God of Time and Space, could achieve this.

Although Hill never interacted directly with the God of Time and Space, his grandfather Fran exchanged much with the God of Time and Space.

The knowledge he passed to the God of Time and Space was partly from Hill.

Both the God of Time and Space and Fran understood this knowledge mostly came from the Earth Bear and the Elf Deity System’s heritage.

Thus, they wouldn’t let Hill offer it in vain.

And Teraxil’s world, naturally sensitive to space... those shells and clams with naturally vast spaces, are extremely rare in other worlds.

They should have been accidental occurrences, with some spatial runes forming in a spatially attributed creature to possess such talents.

Yet in Teraxil, this has become a stable inheritance among many groups.

Hence, after leaving Teraxil, Hill realized how precious those seemingly ordinary existences were.

The Othersworldly Whale is such a creature fought over by all major forces... If they knew, the shells of Teraxil’s sea could be used as storage bags, think of...

However, Teraxil’s shocking existences have turned into ordinary stories due to the undead tribe.

In most Toril people’s minds, the mighty God of Time and Space created all this... Naturally, Teraxil’s original attributes were overshadowed.

Even Toril Deities who could conceive these wouldn’t compete with William for these things that consume divine power... It’s easy to deal with William, but what about Shaer?

What significant good thing would be worth fighting Shaer’s boyfriend to death for?

Not to mention, Celene also clearly sides with the undead tribe.

Plus Lansendel.

They’re Toril’s three Great Devil Kings indeed!

Of course, the main issue is, attempting any mundane tricks with Teraxil are entirely handed over to the undead tribe to fool with.

This is why Teraxil’s Dimensional Gate remains open, yet truly strong ones venturing in are few and far between.

When smart people realize they won’t get the benefits they desire, they usually choose to stay away... to avoid sudden greed.

Elves, in this regard, aren’t too bad.

Yet, back in the day, Gerns’ Green Leaf Elves almost stripped the Elven God King of his secrets bare, spreading them throughout the Coronal Temples of the Multiverse.

Every foolish display of the Elven God King, aside from making Rose laugh uproariously, even made the Sea Elf God, who had the worst relations with Coron, find it difficult to face.

Therefore, not only did the elves of Toril stay away, but even those roaming the Stellar Realm were unwilling to accompany the Elven God King to Teraxil to face disgrace.

The key is, he’s still making a fool of himself.

Then there’s the Evil Faction.

Teraxil’s ecosystem is too challenging for them to mix in.

In the years since Hill left Teraxil, and William rose to the starry sky, becoming the lord of justice and fairness among humans... More importantly, after human deities supported him and the God of Time and Space in establishing the comprehensive alignment detection model, Teraxil’s Evil Faction has indeed had a hard time.

Of course, this doesn’t mean they have no space to survive.

William maintained his justice, and as long as these Evil Factions didn’t touch his bottom line, he wouldn’t act against them just because they emitted a black glow.

In fact, aside from Saral and Noah... Hmm, Hill didn’t expect, the Noah king he once saw really managed to bring his nation to today through sheer shamelessness.

It’s said he has a successor exactly like him.

Completely capable of ensuring Noah remains absolutely aligned with Saral for a hundred years.

After the hundred years, what ambition could still be useful?

But, other countries have more or less followed Saral’s lead.

It’s as if an area is marked off, allowing those Evil Factions to live.

It’s not like they’re banned from entering the Neutral zone... Besides a few absolutely benevolent fields, most cities in countries are still primarily neutral... But, surveillance eyes are everywhere.

If the Evil Faction cannot commit any crimes, what’s left of their evil?

Even the local factions of evil are living quite poorly... Those far more evil than these guys from Teraxil, once they enter, can only struggle step by step.

No, they find even taking a step difficult.

That’s because they’re black and red!

Most forces in Teraxil are very sensitive to black and red... In their eyes, only devils and demons, along with the Gray Dwarves who once nearly destroyed them, bear this color.

It’s imaginable that these ambitious ones from Toril, at best, end up being deported.

Therefore, even though connected with the multiverse, Teraxil remains without many guests due to its special nature.

Only the Undead Tribe keeps flowing in and out, wandering everywhere.

People from other worlds wishing to witness Teraxil’s strength can only rely on the Undead Tribe.

And if the Undead Tribe is linked to Teraxil... Truth be told, many who think themselves possessing decent character or stability would reconsider whether Teraxil is worthwhile.

The Undead Tribe is truly highlighting the humane brilliance of the multiverse.

Thus, even with Hill’s terrifying space construction abilities, Lansendel and Shaer, including Celene and AO, feel nothing.

They’ve been blinded by how easily the Undead Tribe can erect something akin to a Temple once they seize the Temporal Artifact.

But, even in Teraxil, achieving the feat of allowing tens of millions to simultaneously appear in the same structure... is currently only done by Hill and Fran.

Agrian cannot.

His best achievement was a space for millions, which he stumbled upon by luck.

Typically, the space buildings he crafts contain at most tens of thousands... and require quite precious space materials.

And Agrian is the best among Teraxil’s other Alchemist Masters.

Hill looked down at Russell leaning over the second floor and observing the chaos below... Wondering if the kid could reach Agrian’s level.

He should be able to, right?

Agrian leans more towards being a Potion Master!

Hill gently hugged himself, thoughts already drifting on how to train Russell’s spatial awareness.

Then, his train of thought was interrupted by Lansendel, who, feeling for his Chosen, gave him a wing slap: "Josh is already behaving, quickly reactivate the Array!

The Undead Tribe is about to start clamoring again!"

Hill restrained with difficulty the urge to roll his eyes: "List, follow Lansendel’s words."

"Oh... should’ve just called List." Lansendel wisely grasped the key of Hill’s words, "Then, before my Dawn Tower is erected, can you let List heed my commands?"

"I’ve already told List, everything below the fourth floor of my Magic Tower is yours to use." Hill generously declared... those few floors below, though arranged fancifully, are essentially useless.