Chapter 1650: Chapter 377: Joe Who Only Lives in the Past

Can saliva kill?

Without a doubt, the saliva spit out by Father Strala has power greater than a bullet. Human frail bodies are clearly unable to resist, but Joe is obviously not an ordinary human.

Blocked it.

The rich power of death transformed into a curtain, directly rejecting it in front of him.

Joe shook his head, sighed, and said, “Whether I should be happy or angry, I don’t know, you always manage to give me something different every time… Hmm, this time it can’t be called a surprise.”

The priest widened his eyes at this moment, suspiciously looking at the other party, shocked beyond belief, “I thought I was already mysterious enough, yet I didn’t expect you to speak even more off track than me, almost rendering me defenseless! Well, it seems today this priest has met his match!”

As he spoke, Father Strala reached out, quickly pulling out a rolling pin with flour still sticking to it from beneath his priest’s robe and raised it, “A vintage rolling pin, serving the church for over thirty years, comes with the smell of grandma, everyone who’s used it says it’s good!”

Joe shook his head, snapped his fingers, and his shadow instantly expanded into a giant black sphere… The area covered by the black sphere at this moment turned into a black pool-like appearance, and from the sphere, something suddenly emerged!

It turned out to be two giant three-headed black dogs.

The instant they appeared, they directly pounced towards Father Strala.

Joe at this time looked at Teacher Prin and suddenly said, “If you and this priest teamed up against me, perhaps you could stop what I’m about to do. But in truth, you’ve never succeeded before.”

Teacher Prin frowned upon hearing this, wondering what the hell this inexplicable future perfect tense was.

Teacher Prin waved his hand, obviously showing a willingness to watch for now, and backed away.

“Well… it’s about time.”

Joe sighed at this point. Meanwhile, the two pouncing three-headed black dogs were already being directly pinned to the ground by Father Strala and rubbed against it.

Joe probably didn’t expect these two three-headed black dogs to do anything to Father Strala. At this moment, he opened his hand, and a fully black giant scythe floated out of the black sphere.

Joe’s gaze revealed a peculiar light at this moment, and he charged forward instantly!

The instant the scythe and the rolling pin collided, a huge airwave scattered, and Joe and Father Strala transformed into two lightning-fast silhouettes using the entire town as a battlefield.

On the other side, the black cat already faced off against Atang, leaving Vasco realizing he didn’t seem to have room to intervene… The fact was, the size of these two cats was too small and their angles too tricky.

He could only worry anxiously… could it really be as Strala said, resigning himself to be just a part of the backdrop?

How hateful!

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“I think you should help Hades!” Mai Rada suddenly whispered at this moment.

Benefiting from standing next to Teacher Prin, Mai Rada was not besieged by the surrounding power of death.

Teacher Prin suddenly looked at Mai Rada, who quickly said, “I mean Joe… see, you both have the same powers; logically, you should be on the same side… you, you why?”

“What do you mean?” Teacher Prin asked with surprise.

“Your eyes…” Mai Rada’s face showed a horrified expression at this moment, “And… your gloves?”

Teacher Prin instinctively looked down, only to see the white gloves on his hands igniting… Teacher Prin suddenly raised his head, his eyes completely black, “Fifth time, why would this… go, quickly leave!”

“What?” Mai Rada couldn’t help but be stunned.

Without explanation, anxiety flashed across Teacher Prin’s face, then he reached out and pushed Mai Rada away… a gray-black light sphere swiftly enveloped Mai Rada, pushing him to the edge of the town thanks to the sphere’s thrust.

At this time, Teacher Prin’s gloves completely burned down, and the next moment, Teacher Prin’s whole body bent over!

His hands transformed into darkness, and behind him appeared jet-black concentrated airflow, resembling a pair of ugly black wings… he suddenly roared towards the sky, spewing even denser black airflow.

Then, from Teacher Prin’s body as the center, the vast amount of black airflow spouted, instantly filled the entire town’s square, transforming into a massive black sphere, engulfing everything within!

And this massive black sphere… was continuously expanding!

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“Well! Who would’ve thought this 30-year-old rolling pin would be broken!” Father Strala looked at the snapped rolling pin in his hand with a face full of pain and shame.

As for his priest’s black robe, it had been cut open in many places… but only appeared damaged; his body was clearly uninjured.

Joe stood at the rooftop of a house, looking across the street at Father Strala, sincerely said, “Father, you’re truly a darling of this era. In my impression, there’s also a strong human like you… he’s called Musa.”

“Never heard of him, don’t know him! I don’t even know him, he must be an unknown side character!” Father Strala directly threw down the broken rolling pin, then drew out another rolling pin from his priest’s black robe, ceremoniously said, “Looks like I must bring out real skills… a 40-year-old rolling pin!”

Joe was clearly not willing to care about what difference there was between the 40-year-old rolling pin and the broken 30-year-old rolling pin. He sighed, and the scythe slashed across the long street.

Instantly, a wall of condensed power of death rose in the street, separating him and Father Strala directly.

Joe floated up, saying softly across the death wall, “This is as far as it goes, Father… perhaps you don’t know, I’ve fought with you like this countless times, but there’s never been a result… and there won’t be one in the future, truly regrettable.”

“You’re leaving!” Father Strala’s eyes widened, “You dared offend me, and you still want to leave! Naive!”

He lifted up the 40-year-old rolling pin, ready to smash the death wall directly—just then, a dangerous signal suddenly surfaced in Father Strala’s heart.

His hand stopped, and he saw… the town being engulfed by a massive black sphere!

“It has begun.” Joe retracted the scythe, looked down at the small box in his hand, then soared up, leaving Father Strala with just this comment: “Father, see you next time!”

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Town, Clock Tower.

The continuously expanding black sphere had long since engulfed the Clock Tower as well—in the black sphere, the swallowed places hadn’t changed… the only difference was the concept of [Life] wasn’t permitted to exist here.

Everything living perished within this sphere…

Boss Luo and the Maid remained calmly at the Clock Tower.

“Is this the ‘Nether King,’ the ultimate weapon that destroyed the Ancient Greek God Kingdom?” The maid looked at the mutated Teacher Prin on the plaza with surprise, “I didn’t expect it would actually be him?”

The maid did not know everything—her real time of serving the shop was not considered very long, and most of her knowledge originated from her identity before serving the shop.

Of course, based on the special nature of dimensional gaps and the relationship of countless sub-worlds developing parallelly, the maid’s knowledge storage has reached an incredible level.

But there are indeed some things she has not experienced—such as the destruction of the Ancient Greek God Kingdom; at that time, she hadn’t begun serving the shop yet.

“I just understood something.” Boss Luo said in a low voice at this moment.

The maid looked over with confusion.

Boss Luo said: “Suppose a certain guest appeared, his request is to change the past, and he can pay the corresponding compensation. Do you think we could do it.”

Could it be done?

The maid almost didn’t hesitate and gave an answer: yes!

The shop can do it, as long as the price given is sufficient, the shop is truly omnipotent!

“Then comes the question,” Boss Luo said slowly, “If the past is changed through us… then, for those of us in the past, how… for those of us who developed to the present after the past was changed, what will happen.”

The maid, fingers combing the strands of hair on her chest thoughtfully, said: “Even for us, corresponding changes should appear… But theoretically, the customer wanting to change the past, the things he can alter are unlikely to touch the shop. So… unless the customer can provide an unimaginable large price, only then can the shop, can we experience some noticeable changes.”

“No.” Luo Qiu shook his head: “No price is enough to change the shop in any era.”

“How could it be?”

The maid was startled, slightly frowned… if the past could be changed, but the shop moving along with the long run of time remains unaffected, it is equivalent to denying the shop’s omnipotence.

It is a viewpoint that can almost breach the shop’s perfect ability.

“Why not.” Boss Luo gazed at You Ye, his eyes like chaotic stars, speaking softly: “Because our time is completely independent.”

The maid instinctively opened her mouth, with her talent, she almost understood it the moment Boss Luo spoke these words.

The time of the shop is completely independent… Independent from all sub-worlds, even independent from dimensional gaps. Therefore, no matter how chaotic the time of the sub-worlds is, for the shop that exists on another timeline, it has no influence.

Otherwise, after becoming the shop owner, the infinite sub-world would not only have the shop owner as an independent and unique existence.

Why does It want to spread Its legend, why does It want to search for The Origin, simply to gain independence and unity in the endless sub-world!

But if its legend cannot be spread in The Origin, where does the unity come from, where does the perfection come from…

“I should have realized earlier…” The maid murmured, head lowered.

At this moment Boss Luo smiled and said: “Actually, whether it’s the past or the future, I can communicate with… this ability has no drawbacks from the start, but I need to understand this truth… Alright, this chaos is about to become a past.”

Suddenly, a gap opened at the top of the immense Black Sphere; within the gap, Joe erupted with a gray hazy brilliance, like a meteor, directly colliding toward Teacher Prin at the center of the plaza!

Boom—!!!

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At the moment the Black Sphere devoured the plaza, Vasco, Atang, and the Black Cat all distanced away.

Actually, Atang instinctively felt that he was not really afraid of the Black Sphere, but it seemed lingering too long might be troublesome, plus the Black Cat’s voluntary retreat led him to follow along… he still hoped he could devour the Black Cat.

“My time has come too.” The Black Cat suddenly stopped at this moment.

Seeing Joe break the black sphere and rush inside, it too halted… the stopped Black Cat, seeing Atang’s puzzled expression, suddenly said: “Alright, let’s play next time…”

Meow—?

Atang tilted his head, watching the Black Cat leap up, instantly spreading countless large tendrils from its open mouth.

But the wings on the Black Cat’s hind limbs spread wide, its speed increased immensely, and it crashed into the Black Sphere.

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On the plaza, Teacher Prin’s eyes were godless, behind him a violent spray of black airflow, standing like an empty shell.

When Joe, like a meteor, appeared before him, Teacher Prin moved… slightly raising his head, perhaps merely an instinct.

The black airflow entangled and swallowed Joe in an instant… but Joe effortlessly emerged from the devouring airflow.

“Our powers are based on Hades, neither can harm the other.” Joe smiled slightly, unaffected by the frantic assaults of the airflow.

He approached Teacher Prin, extending a hand to touch where his heart was.

“Once, the world must have undergone classification, a place turned into two parallel lines… but only I surely gained Nether King’s power?” Joe lightly said, “Actually, we belong to this era… me or you?”

“But since this thing is in my hand, clearly I shouldn’t remain here…” Joe gazed at the box in his hand, “Speaking of which, it’s my adoptive father who turned you into this form, we wronged you… leaving you as a compensation.”

Shaking his head, Joe spoke softly: “It’s tiresome to repeat these words every time… this time I won’t say anything.”

He extended his hand, penetrating directly into Teacher Prin’s chest.

“I’m taking away the Nether King’s status…” Joe gave Teacher Prin a final glance and smiled: “Take good care of your brother or sister.”

“Goodbye… another me.”

Joe closed his eyes, gently pressing the button in the box—and at that moment, a small shadow darted toward Joe, crashing into his embrace.

Instantly… Joe disappeared.

At that moment, the Black Sphere vanished… Teacher Prin lost his support and fell to the ground… when he awakened, his eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

He gazed blankly around him… here seemingly experienced something.

He knew for sure it must have undergone the terrifying eruption of his death power—Teacher Prin knew every time his death power erupted, it would bring a terrifying disaster.

So he chose to leave this small town… because the fifth explosion was imminent — but he couldn’t estimate the time, only knew it would be soon, yet didn’t expect it to happen this night.

“Nether King! Nether King! Nether…”

A figure suddenly ran quickly, gasping for breath… it was Mai Rada, who had been forcibly sent away before the fifth explosion of power!

Mai Rada now angrily ran to Teacher Prin’s side, “Nether King? Just now… what happened?”

Teacher Prin did not speak, just looked down at his hands.

Mai Rada was able to run here safely because the death that filled the town had disappeared, moreover… the death power he was born with had also vanished.

It seemed that something had stripped this power of death from his body.

Suddenly, a pillar of light shot up into the sky again.

It was a pillar of light formed by numerous light clusters… the pillar soared into the sky, then dyed the night sky with bright light, causing golden delicate rain to start falling.

In the town, those townsfolk who had fallen and lost their lives now had their cold bodies gradually regain warmth… they either stood up, walked out from houses, or woke from sleep.

They all came back to life.

Teacher Prin obviously didn’t have such ability… in fact, at the moment of the fifth explosion of power, he would only kill the townsfolk.

Those who could escape disaster now… purely because they died before the fifth explosion of power…

Die first, then reborn.

“Could it be…” Teacher Prin seemed to realize something, lowered his head, and fell silent.

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Far on the beach, the Black Order Legion didn’t receive this grand resurrection.

Only three people, almost despairingly looked at the completely fallen Black Order Legion… they were Lady Katerina who temporarily left the team to search for Sister Grant’s remains, and two other Battle Nuns.

Lady Katerina’s aged face nearly collapsed, suddenly sat down on the ground, “On vacation… over…”

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Father Strala unsatisfied, carrying his forty-year-old rolling pin, walked back, he met Vasco at the square’s fork.

“Don’t ask me what happened! How the hell would I know!” The priest was angry, grabbed Atang with one hand, and ran back to the church.

But on the way, the priest picked up a wallet and suddenly grinned.

Seeing the townsfolk come back to life, Vasco couldn’t bother with mutual taunts with Father Strala, hurriedly ran to the apartment where several Squire Candidates were.

Vasco Paladin finally at the entrance of the apartment, saw four young Squire Candidates with confused expressions, and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

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Later, Teacher Prin left the square, and walked towards the hospital… he didn’t know why, just felt to do so.

Mai Rada followed all the way, chattering and questioning Teacher Prin, eventually Teacher Prin was annoyed, flipped open the Dark Bible, and instantly nailed Mai Rada to the wall by the roadside.

The Power of Death was gone… but the Dark Bible was still there.

This was not innate, it was given to him by his foster father priest… his foster father was a kind priest, perhaps the reason for his association with Father Strala.

Hospital… Teacher Prin arrived at this place.

During the past disaster, the hospital didn’t perform any fatal surgeries… but now, it was still somewhat chaotic.

Teacher Prin walked all the way in the corridor, met a very anxious Mr. Smith… and Mr. Smith was clearly at the operating room.

“Your wife?” Teacher Prin frowned.

Losing the Power of Death seemed to release him, and he didn’t feel fear… but without the Power of Death, he seemed unable to stabilize the already withered bodies of Mr. Smith’s family.

However, strangely, Mr. Smith’s body showed no signs of decay… was it due to the golden rain?

Mr. Smith obviously came back to life… truly alive.

“Deborah is about to give birth!” Mr. Smith now widened his eyes and said, “Just now, she suddenly recovered, and then had belly pain… the doctor said she’s going to have a baby!”

“She’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Teacher Prin softly comforted.

Though he didn’t know why Teacher Prin appeared here, Mr. Smith now had an indescribable sense of peace — the two stood quietly in front of the operating room door, time passed bit by bit.

Dawn arrived.

The red light outside the operating room went off, doctors and nurses exhaled in relief and came out, seeing the anxious Mr. Smith waiting, they smiled and said, “It’s a boy, both mother and child are safe, rest assured.”

Mr. Smith instantly felt that the recent days’ immense pain was washed away by the joy of this moment, the old man stood still in place yet was happy, hugging the doctor and crying.

Unfortunately, Joe was not found.

Mr. Smith embraced the doctor, wiped tears, but saw Teacher Prin had already walked away… he shook his head and asked the doctor, “Can I go see my wife?”

“Of course.”

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Teacher Prin left the hospital, sunlight fell in front of the hospital, an unprecedented feeling of lightness made him smile a little.

He looked at his hands, no longer needed to put on gloves, subconsciously walked to the flower bed by the roadside, reached out to touch… touched a butterfly perched on the flowers.

Only the butterfly was startled, it immediately flew off the flower, fluttering gracefully, and finally landed on a finger… Teacher Prin was taken aback, looking at the owner of this finger.

“Student Luo,” Teacher Prin stood up, looking at the mysterious student on the street where the butterfly had landed, and greeted.

Of course, there was also the beautiful female student, always by Student Luo’s side like an accessory.

As for whether Student Luo had any issues, Teacher Prin never thoroughly considered… Not to mention now, even when the Power of Death was present, Teacher Prin never felt he could harm the other party.

“You seem quite happy,” Boss Luo smiled.

“Maybe it’s because death has drifted away,” Teacher Prin also smiled, although he hadn’t touched the butterfly, his hand did touch a flower beside him.

The flower was covered in dew, evidently as vibrant and luscious as ever.

“Are you leaving?” Boss Luo suddenly asked.

Teacher Prin thought for a while and said, “I will leave, but I should come back eventually, I just don’t know if you’ll still be here then.”

“Here’s a gift for you.”

A black card flew from Boss Luo’s hand towards Teacher Prin… Teacher Prin reached out to catch it, looked at the front, then the back, and found that the back was imprinted with four golden patterns.

“This seems a bit different from what I saw last time?” Teacher Prin was startled.

“The patterns don’t disappear,” Boss Luo slowly said, “They will always be four… So when you buy things from me, you can always enjoy sixty percent off.”

“Speaking of which, I still don’t know what you do?” Teacher Prin chuckled, but then put away The Burning Black Card.

“I sell things,” Luo Qiu said softly, “I sell everything.”

Teacher Prin seemed to understand something but had no immediate intention of using this black card… He felt that, at this moment, he didn’t really need anything.

“I want to breathe the morning air,” Teacher Prin looked deeply at Luo Qiu, “This is what I most want to do now, and I can do it myself.”

He started jogging…morning run, disappearing at the end of the street.

The Maid glanced at the butterfly resting on Boss Luo’s finger, the butterfly instantly fluttered away… Only then did she speak softly, “Master, the Eternal Sixty Percent Card?”

“He gave me a chance,” Boss Luo shook his head and said, “A chance to talk with the previous one… Isn’t it worth it?”

“I remembered now,” the Maid suddenly lowered her head, frowned, “Someone who still owes me twenty-six thousand times of penalty copying.”

“She will come back,” Boss Luo smiled, “Come on, let’s go back, I’ll make breakfast.”

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Dimensional rift.

A quiet space floating in the chaotic time-space.

In the ruined Palace of the Underworld, a figure suddenly fell in… Then, another smaller figure fell in… falling into the embrace of the first figure.

Joe… Prince Prin and Black Cat Hermes!

“I regret it! I should have brought one…no, two refrigerators back, I want to eat ice cream!” Black Cat grumbled.

Prince Prin said glumly, “Actually, you didn’t have to come back with me.”

“Actually, you could completely throw away that remote control, then you would never need to come back, wouldn’t you?” Black Cat retorted.

“Then he wouldn’t have a future,” Prince Prin sighed.

Black Cat shook its head, “Anyway, I don’t have a future either, so why not come back, this way I can keep ‘living,’ even if it’s just this segment of ‘History.’ I’m not doing it because I pity you.”

Prince Prin smiled, “Alright, next time when I come back, I’ll bring back two refrigerators.”

“How many years will that take?” Black Cat looked at him with disdain.

“Anyway, I’ll be with you,” Prince Prin said.

“I regret it, I definitely won’t come back with you next time!” Black Cat flailed.

Prince Prin smiled, walked out… Outside was the ruined Underworld, after the final gods’ war, everything was gone.

And the broken Underworld quietly floated in the depths of the dimensional rift… needing to wait for a very long, long time for life to appear.

“Anyway, it’s so boring, Hermes!” Prince Prin turned back, like performing magic, took out a box of cards from inside his tuxedo pocket, “Why not play a round, Gwent Cards!”

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“What is this?”

In front of the bed, the somewhat weak Mrs. Deborah looked at her husband, Mr. Smith, who brought over a box.

Mr. Smith smiled, “Do you remember Mr. Prin? The teacher at the academy, he brought it earlier as a recovery gift for you… As if he knew in advance.”

“We should thank him,” Mrs. Deborah showed a sweet smile, reaching out to take the box, then opened it.

Inside, there was a red balloon.

Mrs. Deborah was puzzled, cradling the red balloon, discovering a small note tied to its string.

It read:

I-am-here, I-live

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PS: I wrote too much, so I took it slower… (22/82)