Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

The white light tore through the filth.

Pure white water dispels the unclean black mud.

"Am I too late? I apologize to the two survivors." The one with light blue curly hair and dressed in divine armor was none other than Fukaros, whom the traveler had been searching for.

It wasn't Fryna stripped of her divinity, but Frykaros.

"Water God!" The traveler was overjoyed to find that the Water God had come to his rescue.

Great, I can at least survive another day of this wretched life.

“The water god…” Unlike the traveler, Navelette was not happy. It seemed that the water god was the real enemy.

"Hehe, let's talk about some things later. It seems you two have a lot to say to me. Why don't we wait until we solve this big problem?" She smiled gently, elegant and beautiful.

"Do you have any ideas?" the traveler asked.

“I have a way to temporarily repel him, and another way to solve him permanently. These two methods will probably have to be implemented step by step,” said the water god Fucarus.

The Water God is so reliable.

To be honest, I haven't even seen the Water Goddess fight yet, and she already...

"I would like to ask Mr. Water Dragon King for help. Miss Traveler, please rest for a while. Here's a glass of juice specially made by the Water God; you'll regain your strength quickly." The Water God handed the traveler a pink drink.

Navelette, holding the traveler, stepped back slightly.

Gods and dragons can never coexist peacefully, right?

"It's alright. It's better than dying." The traveler shook his head helplessly.

"Fine," he finally relented.

The white water dispersed the black mud on the ground, and the three landed on the ground. The traveler picked up a large bucket of juice and drank it.

It's sour and sweet, a bit like raspberry juice mixed with the juice of several other fruits.

Very tasty.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Fukalos asked with a smile.

"Hmm, I'd be willing to spend 200 Mora to buy a cup."

As the fluid flowed into her stomach, her strength gradually returned.

Was the inability to use elemental power before due to thirst?

“Now that this young lady is alright, Mr. Water Dragon can rest assured. Would you be willing to lend me a hand?” Fucaros extended an olive branch to Navelette.

"What do you need me to do?" Navelette accepted the team invitation.

“We each possess half the power of a water elemental dragon. Only by cooperating can we defeat the demon that pollutes the waters of Fontainebleau. The method is to extract the water from its body.”

“Without water as a carrier, it’s much easier to deal with,” Fukalos told the two of them.

The demon god, whose body was made of black mud, stared intently at the people on the ground, but did not make any rash moves.

Perhaps it believes it can win.

“Okay.” Navelette nodded.

The dragon and the god together drew a talisman, and the water element particles in the talisman floated towards the black mud.

Layer upon layer of water peels away from the black mud.

It then realized the situation was unfavorable to it and retreated back into the sea.

"We can't let it escape; this is our only chance." After saying this, Fukalos chased after the direction in which the black mud had disappeared.

“Miss Traveler, I’ll be right back.” Navelette followed Fucarus after her.

"Okay..." Before the traveler could finish speaking, the two of them disappeared, leaving the traveler no choice but to continue drinking his juice.

Wait a minute! I think I'm the main character?

Doesn't God expect me to save the world?

Why am I sitting here drinking a beverage?

Forget it...

Let the world save itself...

An hour passed, and nothing happened.

Half an hour later, the waves washed ashore some of the soldiers' corpses.

"Should I bury them first?" The traveler was torn. Her conscience was in favor, but her willpower brought her back to her original position.

I'll pray for them anyway.

May there be no demons in heaven.

You've all had a tough life.

Please don't come back to me as a ghost.

The sound of a baby crying startled the traveler.

The ghost is coming?

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a baby crying on the beach.

However, this baby is a bit too big, about a meter tall, and the skin color and body proportions are off...

You might only see this kind of bizarre ghost design in horror movies.

It spotted the traveler and crawled toward him while crying.

The traveler drove the sand, blocking the baby's path, unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

She had a strange feeling that she couldn't completely eliminate the strange thing in front of her.

Why is it?

Could it be that "it" looks very much like a human?

The strange creature peeled away the sand and continued its journey toward the traveler.

The traveler's fear and another emotion were secretly vying for control. After weighing the two, she created a rock cage to trap "it" inside.

The sound of sobbing only made the traveler more irritable.

Its little hands reached out from the gaps in the cage to reach the traveler.

As darkness fell, the strangeness of the situation gradually became unbearable for her.

My scalp tingled and my back felt cold.

Why haven't Violet and the water god returned yet?

Has the demon not been exorcised yet?

Just as the traveler was distracted, "it" slipped through the cracks in the cage and sped toward the traveler.

What baby? It's clearly a puddle of mud.

"It" is the Demon God!

Rock element light particles formed an amber-colored lattice that sealed the demon within.

It transformed into the shape of a baby once again, this time more human-like, with a more similar skin color and body shape.

Within the translucent grid, "it" tumbled and gasped for breath, then lay helplessly in the corner, mouth agape, as if suffocating...

Something was activated in the human genome, and the traveler seemed to feel the same way, experiencing difficulty breathing.

"Miss Traveler!" Navelette and Fucarus rushed back.

"Little thing, so you escaped here." Fucarus raised his greatsword, ready to deliver the final blow.

"Wait!" the traveler exclaimed in surprise.

Why was she able to say that?

"It" is a demon god.

It killed many people.

But "it" looks too much like a person...

"Miss Traveler?" Navelette didn't understand her intentions, and naturally didn't stop Fucarus from killing the demon god.

"Ugh!" Something in my stomach felt like it was going to come up.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Navelette helped her up.

“It’s the influence of the abyss on people’s minds. However, Mr. Water Dragon and I are not human, so we can’t truly empathize.” Fukaros immediately grasped the crux of the problem.

“His name is Navelette,” the traveler emphasized, also trying to distract himself.

"I'm sorry, you two. I'll remember this." Fukalos was not angry at all. Instead, she gathered white particles of light at her fingertips and placed them on the traveler's forehead.

"Thank you, I feel much better." The traveler finally recovered from the strange and nauseous feeling.

"You've caused quite a stir in Fontainebleau along the way, thank you for your hard work. Now you can ask me any questions, and I'll answer them as long as I know the answer."

Fucarus spread her hands, indicating to the traveler that she held nothing back from him.