Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 308 Chapter307-Emma's Call

Silver Manor, the bustling Room 8.

Stunning bunny girls gracefully danced to the rhythm.

John and Auron Eastwind, meanwhile, drank heartily, one glass following the other.

What they sipped now was a stronger magical liquor with an even greater kick, crafted from a unique magic plant indigenous to the Godslayer Continent.

Not only did this drink possess the mellow richness of wine, but it also temporarily enhanced the body's basic attributes.

Auron Eastwind's eyes were hazy with intoxication as he lay sprawled on the couch, murmuring incoherently.

John, on the other hand, felt mostly unfazed, though his mind seemed slightly foggy. He had lost count of how many glasses he'd consumed.

It had been a long while since he last let loose like this.

Even within the game, such indulgence was rare.

The higher his level, the more formidable his physical attributes became, and his tolerance rose in tandem.

It had been ages since he'd experienced this kind of drunken sensation.

No liquor from the real world could ever elicit such a feeling.

"Mr. Galewind, do you know the real reason I was determined to seek your assistance? It was the words of another," Auron Eastwind slurred.

"She told me you're the only one she can't see through. She said you're far more powerful than you let on. If there were a deity walking among mortals, perhaps it would be you..."

As Auron swayed from side to side, lost in his drunken stupor, the alcohol loosened his tongue, letting secrets spill forth.

John lifted his gaze, giving him a nonchalant look. "Who is this person?"

Auron Eastwind responded with a drunken grin, "Lady Luxuria..."

John was momentarily taken aback, an enticing figure reminiscent of a ripe peach instantly appearing in his mind.

In truth, John wasn't well-acquainted with Lady Luxuria.

Their brief encounters had only taken place in Duke Dinan's war room.

Technically, Lady Luxuria was a member of the Devil Elite Team under John's command, though her role was primarily in logistics and intelligence.

As such, she didn't report to John but liaised directly with Duke Dinan.

They had never really conversed, but John's impression of that mature woman was undoubtedly profound.

Setting aside her bewitching beauty that captivated many, what truly caught John's attention was her class: the Enchantress, a role believed to have been lost since ancient times.

John glanced at the bunny girl dancing gracefully in front of him, lost in thought.

"So, by that logic, Lady Luxuria has been your ally for quite some time now, hasn't she?"

Hearing John's casual remark, Auron Eastwind responded with a mysterious smile.

His lack of denial confirmed John's suspicion.

Twirling the ornate glass in his hand, John commented, "I found it peculiar seeing so many of the Enchantress class at the Silver Mansion. I suppose these girls were all trained by Lady Luxuria for you?"

Somewhat resignedly, Auron Eastwind replied, "I had no choice. As a prince without any foundational support, if I wanted to win over the influential, I needed to have some tactics of my own."

John gently shook his head, choosing not to pursue the topic further.

While he may not condone the murky deals of power and seduction, he did not underestimate Auron Eastwind.

For such a young prince to achieve this much on his own spoke volumes about his capability.

As for how much of it was achieved through dubious means, John was indifferent.

At least, this Auron Eastwind before him hadn't committed any heinous deeds.

The drinking session stretched deep into the night.

When they finally called it quits, Adam and Ghostblade were still deep in slumber.

Auron Eastwind assured John they would be well taken care of, and with a wave, they parted ways.

As he left, Auron Eastwind informed John that the exploration team would be ready to embark in a month.

John mentally calculated; there was ample time.

He could use this hiatus to address some of his pending matters.

The Twelve Trials of the Hero in Storm City should also be nearing completion.

His quest to hunt the Devil couldn't be halted.

Weakening the abyss's forces as much as possible before the two worlds merged was undeniably beneficial for the real world.

Finding a quiet corner, John chose to log out.

…

In the real world, the night sky outside the window was illuminated by a sparse sprinkling of stars.

The Game Chamber's light glowed, revealing John, who abruptly opened his eyes.

Rising to stretch his stiff muscles, John closed his eyes, silently feeling the surging energy flowing within him.

He nodded in satisfaction. Compared to a few days ago, this internal energy had grown significantly.

Now, virtually all his skills could be used in the real world.

Checking the time, it was already 10 pm. Just as John was about to grab something to eat, his phone rang.

The screen displayed an icon of Emma, her face alight with a sweet smile.

John's lips curled into a knowing smile as he answered.

"Johnny, what are you up to?"

Over the phone, there was a cacophony of chirping female voices.

John chuckled softly, "Just got out of the game, about to grab some food..."

Emma immediately responded, a hint of displeasure in her voice, "Let me guess, you've been busy all day and haven't had a meal?"

Without waiting for John's reply, she continued, "You guys never take care of yourselves! I had a hunch you'd skip meals, so I've ordered delivery for you. It should arrive soon..."

"You have to eat on time from now on. Work's important, but you can't neglect your health!"

John gazed at his phone, momentarily lost in thought.

This sudden feeling of old marital familiarity took him by surprise.

"What's up, Johnny? Why'd you go silent?"

John quickly snapped back, teasing, "Aren't you worried the delivery might be from another pretty girl?"

Emma nonchalantly retorted, "Oh please! You think everyone's like me, a fairy tale damsel delivering food?"

John laughed heartily. Indeed, it made sense.

Reflecting on their initial encounter, even he found it rather cinematic.

A few months ago, he would've never imagined getting so entangled with a delivery girl.

"When are you coming back?"

Emma whispered, lowering her voice, "Probably another week, I guess. I'll finish up school stuff as soon as I can."

"Alright, gotta go, I'm going to shower and sleep. Have an early class tomorrow..."

John glanced at the ended call, his smile serene.

It seemed time to prioritize the matter of buying a house.

He couldn't possibly let her traverse such vast distances for her classes every day...

After a shower and a quick bite, John prepared to return to the Game Chamber.

Without Emma, he reverted to his former way of life, devoting the vast majority of his time to the virtual game.

After all, time in the Game Chamber equated to deep sleep in reality.

However, before diving back into the game, John called Elder Anderson, who was based in the capital.

He laid out every detail of his collaborative quest with Auron Eastwind, not omitting a single fact.

John held great trust in the kind-hearted and charitable Elder Anderson.

He felt the elder's unwavering dedication to the survival of human civilization.

A genuine individual, Elder Anderson had dedicated his life to scientific research.

There was little reason to withhold anything from such a person.

Besides, having been in a position of authority for so many years, Elder Anderson's political acumen undoubtedly surpassed John's own.

Indeed, after listening to John recount the matter, and with a moment of reflection, Elder Anderson requested that John undoubtedly support Auron Eastwind in his quest for the throne.

In his words, this was akin to the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

The implications might not be apparent now, but once the two worlds converged, perhaps this small act could engender wonders...

The Game Chamber closed, establishing the mental link.

[System Prompt: Welcome back to the world of Godslayer...]

The same cold, mechanical voice greeted John as his view transitioned, placing him in a street corner of Silverglow.

Aimlessly wandering the broad streets, he noticed the surrounding players were all abuzz, discussing how he managed to claim the top spot of the Arena Leaderboard overnight.

To these gamers, John's miraculous achievements had become something of a norm.

In their eyes, he was no longer just another player.

He was a legend of the game world. For someone of his stature, no feat seemed too extraordinary.

Now, with the exception of the guild rankings, almost every leaderboard was dominated by the name Galewind.

Even the anonymous player who held the top position on both the equipment and level leaderboards was brashly assumed by most to be John.

In truth, they weren't mistaken – the unnamed player was indeed John.

Listening to the discussions around him, John, with time on his hands, began to organize his inventory.

Many of the items were treasures that remained out of reach for the vast majority of players.

Among them, the most precious was the Scepter left behind by the Devil Mammon of Desire.

This was a Divine weapon, on par with those of the Divine Palace.

While this equipment didn't serve much purpose for John, he had no intention of auctioning the Scepter off...