Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1113: Chapter 857: Tong Ji’s Game_3

”Work hard.”

She suddenly said, ”Once this matter is completed, I’ll grant you your freedom — my promise is not like those guys from Olympus who swear as casually as drinking water, you should understand its weight.”

Xiao Bai Mouse was momentarily stunned, incredulous.

Seemingly ecstatic.

Then, he heard the second half of Tong Ji’s sentence: ”If this matter doesn’t succeed, I’ll kill your entire family.”

The splendid and dignified figure turned back with a seeming smile: ”Don’t worry, if you don’t have a family, I’ll take you to the mouse breeding center, help you gather a complete family, and then kill them together.”

In the silence, Xiao Bai Mouse whimpered, buried his head and curled up, trembling.

Yet Tong Ji seemed completely unconcerned, withdrawing her gaze, and continued to admire the ’battle’ between her Contractor and the Demigod below.

Filled with delight.

Behind her, the Steel Book suspended in mid-air was still trembling quietly, with countless cables extending from between the pages, entering Helios’s interfaces.

Numerous characters flowed rapidly from the cover, speed doubling!

A drop of machine oil, like cold sweat, dripped from the flyleaf.

Before it even dripped, it was quickly absorbed back in fear.

The speed quickened again, faster, even faster.

Fast to a degree Beelzebub couldn’t imagine.

It wasn’t long before the Steel Book trembled again, and a stuttering, sycophantic voice sounded: ”... Your Highness, all Helios’s matrices and modern equipment have been fully connected, Four-Tier Mystic Ritual concealed interference completed, all interfaces opened.”

”Oh? Not bad.”

Tong Ji set down the chips near her mouth, raising her hand to pat the flyleaf of ”Lord of the Flies”: ”When you return, have my Contractor give you an additional gigabit of WIFI.”

”Oh no, oh no.”

Beelzebub suppressed his delight and responded cautiously.

”No need to be polite. In any case, you’re the one paying for the internet. Remember to pay the electricity and water bills when you go back. Uncle Fang doesn’t earn money easily; don’t exploit him.”

Tong Ji patted the ’mature event record’ in her hand, leaned in, and curiously asked: ”By the way, those investment funds I’ve been operating on for you seem to have underperformed lately. Is the young one in love? Why isn’t your mind on work when big sister is so good to you?”

Sixteen percent isn’t enough?

Are you even human!

Beelzebub silently swallowed two lines of machine oil tears, suddenly nostalgic for the carefree fun of being a router.

At least he wasn’t treated as an investment machine, worrying daily over annualized returns...

How many book pages turned white, how many thread bindings were exhausted.

Every time waking from a scallop-escape nightmare in the middle of the night, glancing at the stock board, heaving a sigh of relief, falling into a deep sleep again, dreaming of a beautiful world without scallops, tears couldn’t help but flow...

Without Auden’s kids, he’d be like grass.

How did things become so hard!

”Anyway, the profits you earn are all for buying bodies and equipment. I’ve already placed the material orders.”

Tong Ji waved the list on her phone screen, helplessly lamenting: ”Seeing you so unambitious, there’s not much I can do, I’m afraid I won’t be able to make the final payments by then...”

”What?”

Dazed, Beelzebub was frozen in place.

Suddenly, overjoyed.

As if he saw the fleeing scallops returning!

Each one gained a pound!

And had babies!

And twins from each birth!

And those two got pregnant too!

Endless energy emerged from the records of the Steel Book, high morale transformed into a blazing flame, illuminating a beautiful tomorrow!

Thirty percent annualized is easy, fifty percent is no dream!

——Osiris, here I come!

Beelzebub instantly turned into a sycophant, countless praises ready to pour out.

But after a glance from Tong Ji, he dared not speak further.

The expression that always carried a slight smile had returned to calm and solemnity at some point, majestic and indifferent, overlooking everything from above.

Gazing upon predestined fate, everything will ultimately turn to dust.

When she raised her finger, the Steel Book suddenly expanded, rapidly swelling, transforming into a vast cube covered in matrices and circuitry, constantly sparking with electricity.

This was still its folded form, as its true appearance far surpassed the present vastness.

Osiris’s Underworld Engine descended here.

When she glanced at her side, the trembling Xiao Bai Mouse curled into a ball, rolling along its trajectory, falling into the Underworld Engine’s Beelzebub groove.

Countless cables connected.

Transforming into Source Substance, merging into its tiny body, extracting the great Soul within.

The will belonging to Helios operated here.

In that instant, a third discordant tone arose from the struggle between the two Great Grandmasters.

At this moment, just in front of the Underworld Engine.

Tong Ji raised her hand.

Then, Huai Shi’s Soul’s Book of Fate was summoned, turning silently, miracles overflowing from the countless pages.

Illuminating her eyes, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

”Let me show you, Huai Shi, the true use of the Book of Fate —”

Tong Ji’s gaze fell, igniting the radiance of the massive Mystic Ritual.

”— Event Revision, Begin!”