Florida Man's General Store in Cultivation World

Chapter 249 – Local Floridians Shocked as Snowstorm Approached While Ohio Man Mocked, "First Time?"

Fate Stadium

In a lavish suite within the hotel, numerous bookshelves adorned the walls, holding thousands of substantial books. Seated at a central black wooden table was a sophisticated divine elf with refined blond hair.

Ellen reclined on a black leather chair, propping her feet up on the table. Using a Qi string, she meticulously trimmed her nails from the tips of her fingers, smoothing them afterward. "Max's headquarters is destroyed by a random player. Am I hearing that correctly?" Ellen sneered.

Milo, the Overlord, remained motionless, folding his arms behind his back. He steadfastly maintained his gaze on his master, never shifting his eyes away.

"The opponent is a mysterious entity or a karmic sovereign. He is also a fate crystal bearer since he has a kingdom-building system. I can't help it."

"Is that your excuse?"

"It is the unforeseen circumstance, not an excuse."

"It's the same. If you fail your mission, everything that comes out of your mouth is an excuse."

Milo snorted and glared at Ellen, "What do you want me to do then? Get myself killed pursuing the mysterious system user?"

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?"

"That's an abusive order and a waste of manpower. Would you prefer losing one of the few entities of our army before we could get a showdown with Overlord Xiaomao and his Cathulhu minions? This doesn't include Overlord Kishin who has been making suspicious moves recently. Had Overlord Mao never been killed, we would have been at risk of being besieged by three karmic sovereigns!"

Ellen glanced at Milo's face. She sneered. "I know. That was a joke. I was just testing you."

"…That wasn't even funny."

"Sometimes, you just have to act crazy to differentiate between competent subordinates and the bootlickers. I'm glad you're the former."

"…"

Ellen stood up and snapped her fingers. The cabin's walls turned black as she released a domain to block their voices from leaking outside.

"In a few days, my mother will probably order me to return to the palace. But that's obviously a trap to lure me."

Milo narrowed his eyes. "Shouldn't you be complying with Her Majesty's mandate?"

"And allow her to destroy my soul and steal my body and dantian? Why should I?"

"…I don't understand what you mean."

Ellen widely smirked and walked toward a wine table. She poured a black wine into a glass and downed it in one gulp. Then, her expression turned dark.

"My mother has been cursed by the karma river because she destroyed and devoured too many souls. All fate crystals denied her existence and disabled her existence power. She could not increase her lifespan no matter how hard she tried…"

"…Past tense? Does that mean?"

Ellen deeply sighed.

"Her influence is far and wide. Years ago before I was born, she sold obsolete technologies to inferior races in various worlds in exchange for their research cooperation. Many divine elves were dispatched to inferior planets and disguised as the natives. One of them was a planet called 'Earth'."

"…"

Milo narrowed his eyes. He remembered the name as he once invaded the planet to search for Leo.

Ellen continued. "At that planet, the dispatched divine elves received the order to establish a colony there permanently. Some of them married with a local and gave birth to inferior elves."

"Isn't that allowed? I mean, no law forbids them to do so."

"Indeed, it's legal. However, do you know what my mother ordered them to do next?"

"…Please enlighten me, Your Highness."

Ellen burst into laughter. "My mother went around and tricked Overlord Xiaomao, Overlord Mustafa, and even your lord Overlord Lucky. She offered them so many stars in exchange for a few drops of their blood essence. She distributed them to every research facility and ordered them to clone their blood!"

"…What? Is that even possible?!"

"Yes. It's obviously impossible since karmic sovereigns and entities' blood can't be cloned or reproduced with science or backwater technologies. But guess what? A bastard did it. You know who it was?"

"Who?"

"Overlord Mao Miaomiao!"

"!!!"

Ellen slapped her forehead and burst into laughter.

"That man did something impossible! He demanded my mother to give him her blood essence and let him be one of her consorts!"

Overlord Milo widened his eyes in astonishment. He couldn't imagine how the matriarch would react in that situation. "Did she kill him?"

"No! Instead, she double-downed her insanity by ordering the man to create a homunculus using her blood essence and the other overlords' blood! They captured every child on the planet and experimented on them with the incomplete diluted blood."

Ellen walked toward her working table and pulled out a drawer. She picked up a photo of a young African-American child and a white boy with green eyes.

"Out of 100 million children, two survived. The black guy is none other than the husband of Ester. As for the other one, do you know what happened to the boy?"

Ellen flickered the photo to Milo. The latter received it and gazed at the picture.

The brown boy resembled the infamous informant, who was known by the alias Ohio Man. As for another boy, his green eyes reminded him of the old man that he saw the other day.

"What happened to the boy, Your Highness?"

"20 years later after the picture was taken, Overlord Mao Miaomiao who was a human at that time used a new technique that he and my mother researched on the test subject. Overlord Mao Miaomiao transferred his soul into the body and stole it!"

"…What?"

"Incredible, right? A human with no cultivation knowledge managed to do something that we, karmic sovereigns and entities, cannot accomplish. My mother was so overjoyed that she destroyed the entire planet's population and welcomed Overlord Mao Miaomiao as her consort. They even gave birth to the devil race!"

Overlord Milo was astonished. He had been wondering how and why Overlord Mao Miaomiao and his Devil Race suddenly appeared 50,000 years ago. Everything made sense after listening to Ellen's story.

"And that comes to my problem. You see, my mother completed the research on a soul transfer technique, but she can't simply use it recklessly. The old once said – A body is a container of a soul. If a soul is too big, the container will break. As such, to use that technique, my mother needs a sturdy container that can shelter her soul. You know that she's a karmic sovereign like me, right?"

"!!!"

Milo was not stupid. He connected the dots and understood the hidden message.

Ellen stopped speaking. She grabbed the bottle of black wine and drank it directly. When Ellen was done, she told Milo her plan.

"I'll never return to my mother and die for her lust for youth. My body belongs to me, not her. This entire mobilization is a distraction. I'll be forming an alliance with the Cathulhu and Overlord Xiaomao with these forces instead!"

"T-This…"

Ellen snapped her fingers and dispelled the soundproof domain. She shouted and called the person in front of the cabin's door to come in.

"You can come in, brother-in-law. The door is unlocked."

Overlord Milo turned around at the same time the door was opened. Behind the door was Simba in his human form.

Simba entered the cabin and stood next to Overlord Milo. He crossed his arms behind his back like a modern soldier.

"Mercenary Ohio Man reports for duty!"

Ellen nodded in approval. She shifted her gaze toward Milo.

"From now on, I want you two to work together. I want you to go back to my fleet and lead them toward the Cathulhu Star Sector. When they make contact with you, raise a white flag and surrender immediately."

Simba nodded while Milo reluctantly placed his fist on his left chest to salute.

"You're dismissed." Ellen chased them out.

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Florida Domain

In the junkyard, an extensive collection of spaceship parts, damaged hulls, and discarded spacesuits formed a towering heap. Local workers congregated around this heap, examining the unusual metals.

Among the workers, Wu Buyi and Tang Xuan were the most industrious researchers, scavenging for metal sheets to study. In the process, they stumbled upon several abandoned storage rings within spacesuits and miscellaneous containers.

Despite both individuals having the rightful claim to the rings, neither chose to keep them. Instead, they entrusted the rings to the local mannequins, tasking them with passing the items on to Leo.

RUMBLE

While the alchemist duo rummaged through the junk, Ivy's team carried a half-destroyed battleship from the east and dropped them north of the junkyard. A portion of the spaceship touched the half-cooled lava field and sunk into the ground. However, none of the hulls showed signs of being melted or burnt.

Marc and Beatrice took a short break and gazed at the spaceship. They let out a long sigh as they knew what it was.

"It has been a long time since I last saw this battleship. You know, sister. I used to dream about becoming a spaceship pilot when I was a little."

"What about now?" Asked Beatrice.

"The divine elves are all racists! Because I'm a Molg, they disqualified me before I could even get a chance to take the admission test! They forced me to become a knight like you."

The Molg race represented among the various Halfling races scattered across the universe. Their lineage bore traces of both divine elf ancestry and an inherited true vampire bloodline. Consequently, every member of the Molg race possessed elongated fangs and distinctive white hair. They also exhibited an affinity for death magic and cultivation techniques associated with mortality.

Historically, the Molgs had served the divine elves as expendable slaves, deprived of proper resources for cultivation unless specifically permitted by their masters.

The Molgs' dynamic with the divine elves underwent a transformation with the arrival of Esen. At just five years old, Esen ascended as an immortal and utilized her authority to purchase 70% of the Molg population from their slaveholders. Procuring a planet, she liberated them from bondage.

Among the fortunate Molgs were Marc and Beatrice, profoundly grateful to Esen, pledging their unwavering loyalty to her.

However, fortune took a turn. By the time Esen reached the age of seven, her younger sister, Ester, falsely incriminated her, leading to her banishment to a distant planet. Subsequently, Eleanor murdered Esen and placed a curse upon her and her followers, transforming them into undead beings. This dark chapter became part of their history.

Reminiscing about the past evoked deep emotions. They harbored gratitude towards Leo, who rescued Esen and facilitated their resurrection. They voluntarily worked without rest.

"I'm sure one of the battleships can be repaired. Let's find another one. I think it crashed somewhere south."

Beatrice silently nodded and followed her little brother.

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Meanwhile, the Yan Dynasty Planet's atmosphere underwent a dramatic shift. Vibrant rainbow auroras manifested above both the North and South Poles. The local temperature plummeted by ten degrees Celsius, leading to a segment of the sea freezing over. The planet's snowy expanse expanded, extending closer to the equator.

The planet was on the brink of entering an ice age, heralding the arrival of dense yin Qi permeating the air.

Concurrently, the planet's core underwent a metamorphosis. The previously white core transformed into a rainbow hue as the exceedingly yang Qi from the atmosphere descended and condensed within the core. As the accumulation of yang energy intensified, heat surged.

Under the intense heat, rocks and minerals melted, giving rise to torrents of lava that gradually seeped through subterranean crevices. Volcanic mountains, both on the surface and submerged underwater, erupted in succession, spewing lava akin to fountains, inundating the land with molten soil from the depths.

The collision of extreme yin and yang energies caused a resonating buzz, solidifying into small hailstones. These condensed yin and yang energy formations descended to the ground as essence stones - a product of this natural phenomenon!

Unfortunately, local cultivators found themselves unable to seize the opportunity to collect these naturally occurring essence stones. Most secluded practitioners fled from the volcanic mountains and the piercing cold, seeking refuge in warmer regions.

One such location was Leo's domain, positioned 3,000 kilometers north of the equator line, soon to face the onslaught of the extreme cold.