Is that a Wisp?

The old lady was once again astonished upon noticing Hazak's behavior towards Krune. If she hadn't yet figured out everything, then she would have once been called the wise City Lord.

With a tone of respect, she asked, "May I know why and how you came here?"

"Sure, I don't mind." Krune nodded, feeling somewhat relieved that he had obtained his tablet as he started to explain, "This is a Sub-Realm created by a God…"

"A god, just like you?" the old lady asked in a hurry.

"No." Krune shook his head, not minding the interruption as he clarified, "To a mortal, we could be called gods. But we're just regular cultivators living in the God Realm. Among us, there are beings called Gods that oversee the entire God Realm. Only they could be truly called Gods. With that, some of them had joined hands to create this Sub-Realm."

"I arrived here through the entrance in search of treasures," Krune said. "However, a lot many people were just forcefully brought here. Most of your ancestors should have belonged to the latter. Without enough strength to leave this place or simply of their own volition, they remained behind to create these cities."

"Then, if we wish to leave this place, how can we do it?" the old lady asked.

Krune summoned his tablet, pulling up the page with the item details, looking at the fifth item as he said, "Ticket to Layer 1 costs 1000 Godly Points. And from Layer 1, there's a way to exit the Sub-Realm."

The old lady hurriedly pulled up her tablet, watching the fifth line of the same list be invisible to her. She could only sigh in dejection, asking Krune, "Then, when you're leaving, can you bring me with you?"

"If that is possible, sure," Krune replied, turning around to see his Monster Gecko armor. But when he saw it, he could only sigh in disappointment, noticing the ragged state it had been reduced to.

When he touched it, he was no longer able to feel anything from it. Sighing, Krune picked it up, hoping to see if he could restore it in the future. He then thought of something, gazing at the old lady before telling her, "I'll help you reach Layer 1. But in response, help me out with a certain task."

"Please tell me, I'll execute it to the best of my abilities," the old lady said.

"There's a lady named Feifei. She has fiery red hair. There's none with such a hair color here. So, when she arrives from Layer 3, she'll stand out. And when she does, I want you to protect her." Krune said, continuing with a tone of arrogance. "To the person that manages to protect her, no matter what his/her wish is, I'll grant it."

"Please deliver this message to the other cities as well," Krune asked.

"If she arrives in this city, I'll guarantee on my name that she'll be protected. However..." The old lady shook her head, sighing as she continued, "We have no way to contact other cities. We have been trying to establish a connection both electronically and manually for the last century. Sadly, nothing ever works. We've sent a team of Tier 5 Warriors in the past to establish communication with the other cities. However, once they entered the miasma, we never heard from them ever again."

'It seems I should visit them myself. Based on what Gehen said, a couple of cities had established a method to contact him. If I can find them, then I'll be able to reach out to Gehen and coordinate with him to protect Feifei and safely make her arrive within a city,' Krune thought, heading out of the treasury.

Hazak quickly followed him while the old lady did the same after locking up the treasury.

Once Krune reached the open balcony, he asked Hazak, "A Black Demon always sits at the end of the stairs to the battlefield, right?"

"Yes." Hazak nodded. "Until I was active on the battlefield, I always saw it there. But my Lord, it would be impossible to win against it even with our powers combined. Every Black Demon would be at the peak of its weight class, 3000 kilograms. With a difference of 1000 kilograms, we wouldn't be able to hold a candle to it."

"Sir…Krune, are you planning to fight a Demon God?" the old lady asked in shock. "Please, that would be impossible."

"Why do you say so?" Krune asked as the air around him turned colder.

"I faced against it once," the old lady replied. "And...I don't even know what happened after that. My limbs had vanished, and I eventually lay on the ground."

"Then…" Krune stopped.

The old lady understood what he wished to ask next. It was why she was still alive. The old lady said, "For some reason, it spared me and then left me with its horn."

"It left its horn with you?" Krune was surprised for a moment as numerous thoughts clashed in his mind. He then thought of something, asking in a hurry, "Did you place the horn in your treasury?"

"Yes, every item of value is placed there," the old lady said, watching Krune's expression change.

Krune then looked at Hazak and asked, "No Black Demons have ever been killed, right?"

"Not that I know of. But since the humans only have Tier 5 strength, that means no Black Demon has ever been killed," Hazak replied.

"Let's return to the treasury right away," Krune said, running through the palace. The old lady and Hazak followed after him. Soon, they arrived before it once again as the old lady opened it.

After entering it, she pointed towards the altar where the Demon God's horn had been kept. Krune arrived before it, noticing that nothing seemed odd at first glance in the place. However, as he focused, opening up all his senses, he perceived faint Spiritual Energy in the place.

'Spiritual Energy?' Krune was shocked to find it here. But, he then followed the faint trail of Spiritual Energy. He had only managed to sense it because he once used it. A regular mortal that hadn't ever come across Spiritual Energy wouldn't even manage to notice such a faint trace.

Following it, Krune came across a storage ring.