157 Pawns of Marble City

Atika Light grabbed hold of a Relic, seeping her energy through it, causing a spike in the aura, conforming to the essence condensed only through Marble Sonata. In the meantime, the door opened as a middle-aged man entered, slumping on the empty seat placed opposite her desk.

Before he could utter a word, a flash of magenta appeared, condensing into the figure of Psychic Ancestor Marble. Even after seeing his appearance, the middle-aged man showed no change in demeanour, acting like he owned the place.

"Thanks to your efforts, we have managed to accumulate enough resources to last us a year." The marble figure commented, its tone filled with gratitude.

"I am never doing it again in my life. Having to swallow so much meat, I was about to puke." The middle-aged man placed a hand over his mouth, puffing his cheeks a little to showcase his sense of disgust.