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Chapter 504: Fate is a Bastard

Based on Blazer's understanding of foreigners, if there were only two options, left and right, someone would soon try to dig a path in the middle. Choosing only one of the two paths is a kind of coercion and lack of freedom.

Therefore, if you want foreigners to abide by the rules honestly, you have to give them benefits and let them choose which pit to jump into.

The bone Modgud claimed that he was not a good person, but he felt that the man in front of him had a heart. Fortunately, he didn't even have a heart in his body structure, let alone a conscience, so he thought this was a good idea.

Blaze shook hands with Skeleton Modgud to prove that their unfriendly first meeting was forgotten and from now on, they were friends.

As a token of friendship, Skeleton Modgud took out a piece of animal skin and handed it to Blaze.

[Thousand Beast Hides/Damaged]

[The fragment of a thousand kinds of animal skins has lost its ability to change and looks like just a piece of dried animal skin. If the princess's hair and other animal skins are used to sew it, it may be repaired.]

"Is this the reward you can only get for winning the 1HP challenge?" Blaze originally thought that [Thousand Beast Skins] would be a drop, but he didn't expect that Skeleton Modgud would directly tear off a piece.

[Fragments of XX] are also the favorite things of people from foreign countries.

Although foreigners often complain that collecting fragments is a rubbish process, this rubbish process makes foreigners happy and painful. And the things that are directly obtained are often not so worth cherishing.

It’s like the Ten Commandments in Dali Feizhuan. After brushing hundreds of the Ten Commandments, the ten perfect rings are worshipped like treasures.

The same goes for [Thousand Animal Skins]. If you understand it literally, it would require a full thousand animal skin fragments.

"But the princess has long hair...it's an offensive prop."

Blazer knew that women valued their hair. Even Marika, who was a bit careless, would take good care of her red hair, not to mention Audrey.

The only one who doesn't care much about his hair is Herbie. Sometimes he shows up with a mess of hair, and sometimes he messes up his hair when he's upset or excited.

A prop made from a thousand pieces of animal skins would require at least a thousand hairs.

It would be fine if I could make one or two [Thousand Beast Skins], but there are a lot of foreigners in this world. Even if a person has 10 hairs, it would only be enough to make a thousand [Thousand Beast Skins].

"If one day, strangers go around attacking princesses and pulling out their hair, it won't be my fault."

"What are you thinking about? Ordinary hair will definitely not work." Chicken leaned over and looked at the small cloak on the skeleton Modgud.

This small cloak is a complete [Thousand Beast Skin], and golden hair is hidden in the layers of skin. These golden hairs are like the blood vessels of [Thousand Beast Skin], hiding the pulse of life.

"I'm afraid this [Princess] has other intentions."

"As long as she's not a real princess."

Blaze gathered the pieces of hide, mounted the chicken, and began to cross the Crystal Bridge.

On the way, Chicken asked casually, "Are you going to repair the [Thousand Beast Hides]?"

"Repair it? Why not repair it if you already have it?" Blaze was rummaging around in the warehouse, and answered the chicken's question casually, "But I don't plan to use this. It took me a long time just to adapt to the body of a werewolf, let alone switch bodies at will." "And won't this kind of prop that changes the physical structure affect the soul? Doesn't the soul have to fit the shape of the physical body?"

"Perhaps using this item to transform will continue to consume MP. Once it is used up, the transformation will be forcibly canceled and many negative states will be inflicted."

Chicken and Blaze used the discussion of [Thousand Beast Skins] as a pastime to pass the time. During the discussion, Chicken even instigated Blaze to ask the queens, female lords, and goddesses if any of them were willing to help and pull out some hair.

Blazer would never fall into such an obvious trap. His response was to find a time to pluck all the feathers from chickens and make clothes.

"In fact, you humans have a huge misunderstanding about life with [anthropomorphism]." The chicken said seriously, "Hair and feathers will be regarded as clothing during the [anthropomorphism] process. In other words, plucking feathers is equivalent to taking off clothes."

"What about the hair?"

"That is life force. The more powerful and mysterious the existence, the more closely their hair is related to the origin of life. It can be said to be a part of life. If the soul becomes noble and great, then the hair is even a part of the soul."

"Wow, the princess needed for [Thousand Beast Skins] is most likely a being who has reached the level of [Hair is Life]. Then it will be very difficult to complete [Thousand Beast Skins]." Blaze clicked his tongue. He didn't like to look for trouble. He wouldn't go out of his way to provoke a noble or great being just because he wanted to repair an item.

"If only Baldur were a goddess."

Blaze suddenly sighed with regret, and his sigh made the chicken turn its head back, with stars in its eyes.

"I mean, if Balder was a goddess, I could shave his head without any problem."

"How boring." The chicken turned his head away in boredom.

There was no conversation along the way, and Blaze's expression became solemn.

The land of Helm showed no signs of recovery, and even changed from dark and damp to dry and hot. Needless to say, the cause of this change was the dead sun Balder.

Blaze and Chicken arrived at the door of [Palace Elyudnir], and the servant Gunrat and the maid Gunraot waited for a long time.

"Didn't we agree that Helheim would be revitalized once it had the dead sun?" Blaze didn't waste any more words and went straight to the point.

“This is where Fate tortures people.” Hela’s voice came from the depths of the palace.

"The more you resist fate, the more it will come to you in an unstoppable manner. Once you submit to fate, fate will neither hurry nor slow down."

Blaze looked in the direction of the sound. Hela's body had swelled to the point where it looked like a mountain of flesh. Her dining table was filled with hunger, heat, thirst, and so on.

The dead sun came to the underworld of Helheim, making the afterlife even more chaotic and terrible.

Just as Hela said, fate is sometimes very bad. When you are struggling, it is like a chariot that crushes you, but when you lie down, it comes to you leisurely and calmly.

But the problem is, the inevitable fate of death can be resisted madly, but how can we resist the inevitable fate of a good life so that good days will come faster?

(End of this chapter)