She murmured softly, "I simply cannot sleep.

" From the perspective of her silhouette, she appeared as a dimminionive bundle.

Lingair stifling yawn chose not to utter another word.

He retrieved a blanket from the chain around his neck and draped it over Ling Jing Jing, enveloping her in its soft embrace.

Aware of her fastidious nature, Lingair selected a freshly laundered blanket that bore the delicate fragrance of newly manufactured soap infused with a hint of citrus.

After covering her, he silently withdrew.

Ling Jing Jing was in distress.

As the realm of the divine expanded, she felt increasingly inadequate in her knowledge.

Confronted by an ever growing array of unknowns, she yearned for greater understanding, delving into profound contemplation, facing the corner, she succumbed to her melancholic thoughts, introspectively savoring the depths of her sorrow, and earnestly dissecting the origins and causes of such emotions.

The fluctuations of her spirit gave rise to feelings.

Emotions, indeed, emotions.

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discovering clues.

The little sprites exhibited peculiar emotions, their exuberance manifesting in an almost foolish demeanor.

In moments of joy, creatures often lose themselves, their thoughts stalling in a blissful stuper.

When emotions run high and unstable, it can lead to such a seemingly silly state of being.

Yet, what creature could possibly influence such emotions in her repository of knowledge? Only the abyssal monsters were known to affect the psyche of living beings, polluting their souls with a cascade of negative emotions such as sorrow, despair, pain, and torment.

When a soul becomes completely submerged in negativity, it risks irreversible damage, potentially transforming into an abyssal monster or serving as sustenance for one.

However, these sprites were joyful, not sorrowful.

Surely, an abyssal monster could not emerge to bring happiness to the sprites.

If that were the case, it would no longer be an abyssal monster.

Ling Jing Jing anxiously tapped her head.

As the day brightened, the bioluminescent flora of Moonlight Island began to glow, casting a silvery light across the divine realm.

The kingdom seemed to awaken, transitioning from tranquility to a lively atmosphere.

Occasionally, through the windows, one could hear the cheerful calls of sprites running a breakfast stall.

Huh? Ling Urky stifled a heavy yawn and shifted from lying on her back to resting on her stomach.

The room returned to silence, say for the irregular sounds of snoring.

At that moment, a rustling sound broke the stillness.

One little sprite awoke and rubbing its eyes with its tiny paws, exclaimed in confusion, "Huh? How did I fall asleep?" It was precisely 7:00 in the morning.

As its vision gradually cleared, it glanced at the blanket draped over it, saying, "Someone has kindly covered me with a blanket.

" It looked around, realizing, "This is the interrogation room of the law enforcement team.

Wasn't ti I dancing with the law enforcement sprites.

How'd I end up here? Oh, Lord Jing, Lord Chong.

" The voice of Baian trembled as two significant figures suddenly appeared before it.

Biian rubbed its eyes and confirmed it was not mistaken.

You're awake.

Let us discuss what transpired yesterday.

Ling ery urged, leaning closer to Bai Chiian, her head bowed.

Bchien upon hearing the commotion, immediately awakened, eager to inquire about the mysteries that had eluded even its dreams.

The two sprites stood closely together, one towering over 2 m, the other barely 30 cm tall, with a large eye facing a smaller one.

Ling Jing Jing observed this scene feeling a sense of indescribable humor that alleviated the numbness from her night of relentless pondering.

Bi Jin began to recount its experiences from the previous day stating, "We consumed an unknown creature, a dark amorphous mass discovered in the machinery factory.

It wasn't intentional, but it was so delightful.

Don't rush.

Take your time.

" Ling Jing Jing reassured the slightly anxious Bidian while jotting down notes in her little notebook such as my experience from yesterday.

I by Chidian reside in the first elven city.

Suzi Han who has been constructing a temporary temple on Dark Island felt an indescribable fatigue wash over her once her emotional state returned to normal.

It was akin to the drowsiness that follows a hearty meal.

The divine power within her surged uncontrollably in waves, causing the edges of her divine ring to flicker intermittently.

It seemed as though a new divine ring was on the verge of emerging at any moment.

Suzi Han eagerly anticipated her advancement in strength.

Now at the pinnacle of the seventh tier, she stood on the cusp of acquiring her eighth divine ring.

Yet with each flicker, a sensation of fullness and constriction enveloped her.

However, it appeared that the more anxious she became about her advancement, the further away the eighth divine ring seemed to be.

Perhaps she should embrace the natural course of events and succumb to her drowsiness.

The complex energies of the dark sun required time to assimilate the powers of the souls.

She had a premonition that this slumber would be prolonged.

Before drifting off, she instructed Ariel and Ranki to only contact her in case of emergencies.

Then Suzie Han closed her eyes, plunging into a dream where she harmonized her energies.

During her slumber, she retracted the dark sun.

With her sleep, the entire dark island descended into tranquility.

The vibrancy diminished and the bioluminescent flora appeared somewhat listless.

After rallying the gods to uplift their spirits, the light cat refrained from merely shouting slogans.

As per Sister Hang's guidance, motivating the team involved not only fostering a pleasant atmosphere, but also offering financial incentives.

Nothing inspires like adequate remuneration.

The light cat promptly gathered the gods to assess the losses incurred in battle, soothe their kin, allocate compensation, and tally the spoils of war.

as the chief steward of the team.

The light s calculator echoed loudly as she meticulously calculated the distribution of spoils and led everyone to the warehouse overseen by Chi-Chi to collect their shares.

As compensation for the losses, the lycat also distributed some of her available incentive points, which included contributions from Sister Hung as well as her own.

She firmly believed in the wisdom imparted by Sister Hong.

With greater rewards come greater responsibilities.

Since they jointly managed the Star Sea team, it was imperative to set high standards for the members and to ensure that amidst the perils of battle, the welfare rules were thoroughly established from the outset.

Upon witnessing the resources and funds, the spirits of the gods were notably invigorated.

Risk, after all, is accompanied by high returns.

engaging in combat, the substantial spoils for victory, the assurance of rescue from formidable allies in times of peril, along with the availability of subsidies.

Such benefits made it nearly impossible for the gods to feel despondent.

Meanwhile, Suzi Han remained enveloped in silence.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill.

Upon awakening, she felt an indescribable vitality coursing through her.

She was radiant and full of life.

Yet contrary to her expectations, she had not advanced in rank.

She could sense a vast reservoir of energy nestled within her divine essence, but had not yet transformed into the strength of ascension.

All of it laid dormant within the dark sun, seemingly just a hair breath away from a breakthrough that would catalyze the emergence of her new divine ring.

Suzi Han felt a slight discomfort, akin to the sensation of a sneeze that lingered just out of reach, leaving her in a state of mild agitation.

She yearned to venture outdoors to seek out the luminina hat and inquire which battleground required reinforcements.

Stretching languidly, she completed her morning routine, dawned a fresh outfit, and stepped outside.

The luminous screen in the upper right corner flickered to life, revealing that her slumber had not lasted as long as she had anticipated.

She had merely slept for about 8 or 9 hours.

Glancing briefly at the luminina's response, she sent a quick message in return.

Upon exiting her room, she awakened a small mermaid stationed in the corridor who gazed at the divine presence with evident delight.

After exchanging a few words with the mermaid, Suzah Han proceeded to the command center where she engaged in conversation with the luminat on duty.

Suddenly, a radiant little sprite appeared on the war god platform.

Upon spotting the divine figure, it leaped forward, landing before Souahan, exclaiming, "There has been an incident.

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Next time, for sure, as Suzi Hon gazed upon the little sprite, it was a golden figure, its demeanor fraught with distress.

Its once immaculate attire was now disheveled.

The suit buttons were misaligned, and the bow tie hung loosely, devoid of its customary elegance.

Upon its emergence at the war deities platform, the sprite emitted a frantic, involuntary sound, a stark reflection of a young unable to control its vocalizations.

The sight of the typically composed sprite in such a state sent a shiver through Suzi Han's heart.