Chapter 131: Chapter131-Eat It

"I swear, I never want to go through that again. It was a complete nightmare..."

Qing, carrying Exiled Immortal on his shoulder, collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.

Looking at his legs, corroded by stomach acid until only bones remained, and his abdomen, deeply wounded, Qing felt overwhelmed.

Even he was tormented by the excruciating pain.

Since Elaria and old Mac were not players, the HP potion had little effect on them.

Qing had to shield everyone with a large rock to protect them from the tornado controlled by Exiled Immortal.

Despite his efforts, they all suffered injuries to some extent.

After Exiled Immortal lost consciousness, he fell into the stomach acid, his body corroded beyond recognition, as if suffering from severe second-degree burns.

Lily had accidentally hit her leg with the meteor she summoned, causing her entire ankle to vanish instantly.

She lost one-fifth of her health and fainted immediately.

Helena, in a critical moment, hugged Elaria to protect her from the stomach acid, resulting in severe burns on her back.

Despite everything, they had overcome the ordeal.

Those still conscious looked at each other's sorry state and couldn't help but smile.

"This is so embarrassing. If John saw us, who knows how much he'd laugh at us."

Helena bit her lip gently, the burning pain from her back still intense.

The flesh corroded by the stomach acid wouldn't heal naturally; they would need to remove the rotten flesh and then use healing to recover.

"John wouldn't laugh. He'd just blame himself for not protecting us," Elaria sighed, feeling a wave of worry and longing for John.

It had been three days since they last heard anything from him.

All they knew was that he was alive, but nothing else.

"Helena, no matter what, we owe our survival to you this time," old Mac struggled to stand.

As a dwarf, he had been shielded by Qing and was the least injured.

"Uncle Mac, don't say that. It was everyone's effort that allowed us to take down this mountain toad. By myself, I would have been digested into a puddle of blood long ago. Honestly, this is the only place where I can be of any help..."

Helena smiled bitterly, lowering her head in resignation.

Somehow, Helena felt increasingly distant from her companions.

Whenever a battle occurred, she would find herself on the sidelines, unable to contribute.

Lost in thought, old Mac seemed to notice Helena's feelings.

It was a clear win-win-win situation.

After all, Seraphina also regained some of her power on this journey, making it a solid three-way win. John had no reason to refuse.

"We can start now."

"I will grant you a portion of my authority, allowing you to withstand the aura of the underworld.

Within the underworld, you will be able to command the souls of the dead to fight for you.

Additionally, you will be immune to all curses. How does that sound? Tempting, right?"

Tempting was an understatement.

If no one were watching, John would have gladly bowed to Hades!

Setting aside everything else, the ability to be immune to all curses alone was enough to drive everyone mad with envy!

It's well-known that a significant number of players died from curses, and now John could completely ignore them, demonstrating the power he was about to gain.

Seeing John's eager expression, Hades chuckled.

A playful glint appeared on his ethereal, handsome face as he continued, "Of course, if someday in the future your performance disappoints me or I lose interest in this game, I can take it back at any time."

"No problem."

"Then, I will grant your wish."

As Hades finished speaking, a pair of black wings unfurled from his back.

The pristine feathers, free of any dust, were mesmerizing, like a black hole drawing one in.

Hades then plucked a unique feather from his wings and placed it in John's palm.

"Eat it."

John: "?"

"I said, eat it."

"I heard you... but why do I have to eat a feather? Isn't the process of bestowing power supposed to be simple? A glowing orb of authority enters my body, and that's it, right? That's how it was before!"

"Are you backing out?"

"No, no! I just... need a little time to mentally prepare."

Staring at the thirty-centimeter-long feather, John gulped, feeling a deep sense of resistance.

Besides the question of whether it was swallowable, the act of eating a feather itself was hard for John to accept.

But the thought of having the power to ignore all curses made him reconsider.

While he was caught in this inner struggle, [Deception] suddenly darted forward, grabbed the feather, and stuffed it into John's mouth, giving him no chance to hesitate.