Salted Fish Giant

What kind of magic array was this?

It was actually able to return the soul back to its original position without any damage.

This was too ridiculously strong.

Where did he get this?

All of the magic casters in the divine realm immediately narrowed their eyes upon hearing this. Huh? Does Prince Harry really have a teacher?

Just where was this place? Just who could have taught such a powerful student?

What kind of godly person was hidden in this world?

In addition, Prince Harry's actions this time had thoroughly disrupted the plans of the god realm.

Merlin had yet to enter Saint Petersburg, and he had yet to become the king's savior. He had been utterly defeated.

News of what had happened in Saint Petersburg quickly spread throughout the God Realm and the Nether Realm, causing quite a commotion. People from both planets were discussing it.

Establishing the prosperity of the God Realm was the first step of the Holy Flame Transmission Mission. Everyone's eyes were focused on this sacred mission.

On the other hand, Prince Harry had managed to squeeze into the line of sight of the two realms by himself. This time, he had caused quite a stir between the God Realm and the Nether Realm, becoming a hot topic.

For a moment, countless people were guessing who could have taught such a student to have such high-level magical power.

Many people even tried to deduce his teacher using magic power, but there was no doubt that they did not find any trace of him.

Not only that, some of them were seriously injured and suffered a backlash from the deduction magic power.

"It's actually impossible to deduce exactly who's behind all of this?"

"How dare he stop the prosperity of our God Realm?"

The perpetrator of all this was completely unaware of what had happened.

…

The breeze was warm and the sun was shining brightly. On the endless beach, waves rolled across the blue sea and blue sky. Under the huge umbrella, there was a youth sitting cross-legged on a deck chair. He was wearing flowery underpants and holding onto a fragrant hot dog. His mouth was full of oil.

"How fragrant!"

Flanders chomped down on the hot dog, grabbed the golden crispy meat beside him, and nibbled happily.

Sizzle sizzle.

He finished the hot dog in a few bites and exhaled in satisfaction. He then lay down on the recliner like a salted fish.

What a great feeling! What flourishing God Realm, what transmitting of holy flames, what magic power?

To hell with all that, it had nothing to do with him.

Salted fish was the right path, this was happiness.

"Burp ~ ~ ~ ~"

Flanders burped comfortably, then raised the glass of red wine beside him and began to savor it carefully.

How comfortable!

A gentle breeze blew across the beach and the sea. The sun was shining brightly. In the distance, the sky was clear for thousands of miles. The blue sea was a deep sea of whales crossing the sea. It was like a dream. Behind them, the forest stood tall. The auspicious forest was ancient. Birds and cranes flocked in groups, and a fairy-like aura lingered.

In such a beautiful place, there was no trouble at all. He quietly drank his red wine. What could be better than this? What could be more comfortable?

"Of course there was nothing more comfortable than this."

Flanders drank glass after glass of red wine, feeling more and more that dissolving the library was a perfect thing.

There was no more trouble.

Flanders poured himself a glass of red wine and took a big gulp, his face intoxicated.

The wine in the magic world was indeed different.

In order to have a better life in the future, many years ago, Flanders had Angel the elven queen, use the power of the elves to brew several hundred tons of fine wine in his wine cellar!

Now, it was finally time to enjoy.

What? Using the power of elves to brew wine?

As long as there was free labor, why not use it?

In reality, with Flanders' current realm, he did not need food at all. He had long since abstained from eating and could survive by only breathing.

He would continue to hide until modern society arrived.

Flanders thought happily.

He was such a slacker, living such a life.

[Ross Library, Student No. 198, first gained some fame in the magical world, Reputation+1, Status+1]

[Lord Master, strength+1]

[Reward: One cultivation ground]

A sudden voice rang in Flanders' ears.

"Hmm? Student number 198."

Flanders was slightly stunned. Who was it?

Number 198…

Ah, I remember it was…

Frowning for a moment, Flanders really couldn't remember who it was.

"Aiya, forget it, forget it. If you can't remember, then forget it. Who cares who he is? Anyway, it has nothing to do with me now."

At the same time, Flanders was also somewhat surprised.

Ever since the library was built, it had been a few hundred years since he began accepting students. After so many years, the system that had not even made a single sound actually started to take effect.

When he first transmigrated, the system told him that the more students he had, the faster his strength would increase.

That was why Flanders taught without discrimination. But many years later, after Flanders took in over a hundred students, his strength didn't seem to rise rapidly.

At that time, he was still very puzzled. He had taken in so many disciples, so why were they all useless?

But now…

He vaguely understood something.

"It seems to be related to the development, growth, and influence of his students."

"In other words, the more famous the students become, the faster his abilities would improve."

"Sigh, what a pity. My students don't know anything. All of them are too weak. I think they won't be able to do much."

"But that's good too. This way, I can feel at ease. It'll save me from having to worry about them causing too much trouble in the outside world. People from the God Realm will come looking for me."

Flanders held his chin and thought for a long time, suddenly happy with his wise choice.

His students were useless in the library. It was indeed the right choice to dismiss them.

Then, Flanders lowered his head and stared at himself seriously, trying to determine what realm he was in.

After looking at it for a while, Flanders discovered that his strength had indeed increased, but exactly how much had it increased? Flanders himself couldn't say for sure that it was a good thing. Who cares?

Anyway, he knew that he was quite strong now, so he was done.

Previously, Flanders had been a little worried that his students would just die outside, but now it seemed that there were still people alive.

After half a month, Flanders slowly got up from the library to prepare his next meal.

"Mm? Why is there an additional… Oh, so it's a cultivation field!"

After sizing it up, it had to be said that this cultivation field was really glorious. There were many densely packed words engraved on it.

It seemed to have existed at some point, carrying the aura of time.