Chapter 310: Who The Hell Is Zeras!!?

Chapter 310: Who The Hell Is Zeras!!?

Chapter 310: Who The Hell Is Zeras!!?

“Getting stuck on an island filled with a crazy amount of Mana, might have been a good thing for all cultivator, but for a person like you. I’m sure it’s worse than a death sentence...” The pitiful voice which had a strange mockery glint in it rang out in the medium-sized room filled with rows and rows of shelves and books, with a single sofa and a table taking the majority of the spaces.

This was none other than Zera’s given room by Instructor Moneca in the Excelspace Labs.

On the ground beside the Sofa, two ladies could be seen, one with long purple hair and eyes, while the other had long pink hair and eyes.

“Well, no matter how bad it sounds. It’s at least still better than having stuck in the EIA training base, teaching annoying new Cadets all day long and reading tons and tons of books due to boredom. Like jeez, Moneca. Do you really read all this? Alone?” Rihanna asked, her gaze passing through the entire shelves of book.

“Tsk, tsk, You really are one hell of a lonely nerd... OUCH!” Rihanna said, clicking her tongue as she mocked Instructor Moneca when suddenly her hair was pulled causing her to scream out in pain.

“You know your head is current resting on my stomach. Your hair is in pretty good reach...” Instructor Moneca said with an evil tone as Rihanna took a gulp.

“So what’s going to be, sharp tongue...”

“You know I’m at the Peak Cosmic rank stage right. I can deal you some pretty hard spanking...” Rihanna cautioned with pride on her face,

“Tch, do you know even know what Cultivation stage I currently am?” Instructor Moneca said as she watched Rihanna turned her gaze to her, or to see her navel her.

Immediately, a pink halo flared from her eyes as she looked intently at Instructor Moneca’s navel before it dimmed, and she fell back down on her.

“Locked?” She said, this time seriously. With her special eyes and her level of cultivation, she could already see directly into people’s dantian and when she looked into Instructor Moneca’s, all she saw were thousands of large chains bonding tightly to her Mana Core so much it wasn’t even visible at all.

Her cultivation base have been tightly locked down.

“Kinda,” Instructor Moneca said as she played around with the pink hair.

“Anyway when will you open back your cultivation base, Moneca?”

“You mean?” Instructor Moneca asked disinterestedly.

“When will you be freed, how many more sentence do you have?”

“I don’t know. But since they’ve released you, I’m guessing it’s not far away.”

“You know well the last one that will be released among us is you.”

“Really?”

“Don’t you realize you’re not getting younger. You have to find someone and relax, perhaps give me two tiny voices that’ll call me Aunt Rihan... OUCH.”

“Shut up, sharp mouth. Besides, our life expectancy is around 200+. I’m the last thing from getting old. And also, only a psycho would want to have the phone number of the Slaughter Goddess...”

“I don’t think you’re correct...” Rihanna suddenly said seriously as she paused, looking at the watch.

“What?”

“This number... Who The Hell Is Zeras?” Rihanna asked with a raised eyebrow as she tapped on the number, but it strangely bounced back and a notification appeared:

|All Calls To This Number Been Prohibited By The EIA|

“Oh, Zeras? He’s my...”

“One and only. The love of my life. The golden sun in my dark soul. The hand that saves me from drowning in loneliness. The only one permitted to... OUCH” Rihanna screamed out again when she felt Instructor Moneca tug hard on her hair.

“Hahahaha. You know Rihanna, you might have been forced to get drunk on Mana for ten years and reach the Peak Cosmic rank stage, but you still haven’t gotten rid of your special weakness...” Instructor Moneca mocked as she looked at those fluffy pink hair.

“And anyway, Zeras is my disciple...”

“Oh? You accepted a disciple, willingly? That’s impossible...” Rihanna said, looking at Instructor Moneca with eyes that say,

‘I won’t fall for that.’ but soon noticed the gleam in her eyes.

“Wait, you mean it?”

“Yeah”

“Ooh, that’s crazy. Tell me why you accepted a disciple. What is so special about him, a special bloodline? Special Physique? Godly Charm?

“He’s an idiot.”

“Huh?”