I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 353 - 220: Song of Hell Second Seat—Creator

Porcelain Doll admired the scenery of the manor, very fond of it, wishing she could have such a fine manor herself.

"Lord Ao Yu, am I not enough alone? I’m quite formidable." Porcelain Doll said, hands on her hips in dissatisfaction, "Ah, I miss our dear leader again. I must complete the mission quickly to return to him; he can’t be without me."

"You’re dreaming." Dragon Mother said blandly, and after a pause: "Little Bear, Oliver, damn it!"

"Relax, relax, at such an age, still so righteous. The leader said, the task first; after completing the mission, you can act freely. You can do what you want, but before that, no one should cause trouble." The maid said with a beaming smile, "You know, if the leader gets angry, the consequences are severe."

"Hmph, I’ve known the leader longer than you, and considering the age of Ancient Dragon, I’m in my prime." Dragon Mother couldn’t help but say.

"Hehe, okay, okay, Lord Ao Yu, I advise you to relax a bit. This Oliver is something else; I feel he is hiding a great secret behind his identity and status, not just wanting to rely on Dark Cuisine to become a Rapidly Made Angel with no nourishment. Don’t end up serving yourself on a platter at the table." Porcelain Doll squinted her eyes and said, "After all, Ancient Dragon bloodline is still quite rare."

Dragon Mother ignored Porcelain Doll’s teasing, "Isn’t it just to become King or Regent to seize the Kingdom’s Life Force?"

"No, no, no, the laws of the Sixth Epoch have indeed loosened, but not to that extent," Porcelain Doll blinked her sparkling eyes, "The two elders of the Gourmet Association are meeting; according to the old calendar this spells doom for one of them. I also heard that because of this affair, over at Moon God they’re going to deploy an Angel that has been dormant for a long time. Tsk tsk, they’re all going crazy. Earth Mother Goddess Court, Moon God’s Court, Gourmet Association, King, Prince, and our Song of Hell all seem to be confidently betting big. Who will laugh last?"

"Anyway, the leader won’t lose."

"Even though Oliver looks quite handsome, indeed more handsome, but I just fooled him, and another songster has arrived." Porcelain Doll laughed.

Dragon Mother glanced at Porcelain Doll, "Who?"

"The creator." Porcelain Doll chuckled with her hand over her mouth, "He wants to see his creation complete its mission with his own eyes; how could the mission go wrong?"

"Isn’t it chaotic enough, how could they let him out."

Dragon Mother was taken aback, frowning slightly. The Song of Hell’s second-ranking songster—the creator, what is he doing here, the current situation doesn’t require someone of his level... It seems everyone is not after just the transactional items.

Porcelain Doll stretched out two fingers to rub her cheeks, "How would I know."

"Then what’s your goal coming here this time?" asked Dragon Mother.

"Guess, if you guess right, I’ll tell you." Porcelain Doll laughed.

In the distance, the dust was rolling, shouts resounding to the heavens, Amosa brought her servants back grandly, Porcelain Doll drew a heart with her hands in the void, and the two figures disappeared...

...

Divpo City, Sarawo Mountain, Sarawo Mine shantytown.

The working hours were not the most painful for Roto; suffering was the main theme of Roto’s life, physical torment was secondary, sometimes it even offered a respite for their spirit, it was the whispers during rest that frightened them most, leaving them utterly helpless.

The heat near Sarawo Mines was unusually intense; none of Divpo City’s residents knew why. During nighttime rest, the tattered-clothed Roto sat or lay in various poses, some biting their hands, some silently banging against walls, the more severe ones curled into balls, but those who could control themselves wouldn’t disturb others, which was Roto’s custom,

Heaven gave them strong bodies seemingly to endure all sorts of sufferings.

Among the crowd, a particularly robust Roto didn’t think this way. His body stood out among the crowd, awakened to the First Life Star, Batty felt his surging, vigorous Life Force; the workload here was nothing to him. The surrounding misery did not numb him, instead, he decided to take risks.

He took out a prepared wooden fish, somewhat rough, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged very respectfully placed the wooden fish in front of him, and pulled out a small wooden hammer, thump...

The sudden sound didn’t attract attention; in such craziness, nothing was surprising, thump thump thump thump thump...

Batty’s spirit was invigorated; he was somewhat worried the wooden fish had no effect, but judging from his own feeling, it worked; the rhythmic tapping sound spread through Batty’s shantytown, an invisible sonic wave enveloped this place of pain, still no sound, no speech, some looked at Batty, some remained motionless, gradually, gradually, snoring sounded through the shanty, before long, except for Batty, everyone was asleep.

As they aged, this might be the first time many Roto slept so soundly in their lives.

Watching his compatriots enter deep sleep, Batty stopped hammering, a radiant smile appeared on his face, this night, evidently, all the Roto had beautiful, long dreams.

Mr. Cancer and the others had warned Batty this action might bring danger, even death, but Batty still decided to do it; he feared not death but worried the sound of the wooden fish couldn’t help others. Luckily, the sound still worked.

Batty himself fell deeply asleep. The next morning Batty woke early; opening his eyes, he was startled, he... was surrounded???

The entire shantytown of Roto silently stared at Batty, no words spoken, and when Batty woke, someone unknown knelt, then the entire shantytown of Roto knelt, with more than a dozen particularly strong Roto among them, different from the others who were numb and dazed, their eyes held a glimmer of hope looking at Batty.

At this moment, Batty became their leader.

The tapping sound greatly reduced the invasion of whispers, allowing people in the large shantytown to sleep peacefully. In the quadrant-alpha 7 shantytown, Batty in the minds of these Roto had almost become akin to a god. The physical quality of Roto is extremely robust; otherwise, they couldn’t survive and continue in such harsh environments. Once they gained sufficient sleep, their bodies recovered quickly, which greatly improved the efficiency of Batty’s responsible area, increasing output by over fifty percent. Batty received praise from Sheren’s foremen; for the foremen, life or death didn’t concern them, as long as there were no disturbances and work wasn’t hindered, it’s said this Roto is not quite the same; he was a Lightkeeper who made mistakes, but seems someone from above is backing him. This kind of Roto, who has connections and behaves properly, the foremen are also willing to turn a blind eye, you’re good, I’m good, everyone’s good.

Besides nights, during rare breaks in work, Batty would also tap the wooden fish, by this time, everyone would gather around Batty, mimic his posture sitting cross-legged, silently reciting something, thinking it’s the Triad Gods, they would also imitate and chant the prayer wordings, all obtaining some level of peace.

At first, it was done surreptitiously because of the numbers, but as people from surrounding shantytowns also came, it couldn’t be concealed. The foremen were somewhat worried but found upon observation that typically volatile slaves seemed to become calmer, causing fewer problems. They ultimately decided not to make trouble for themselves, besides, praying to the Triad Gods is a good thing, collective prayers, without disturbances or loud shouting, also improving efficiency. They were happy about this; after all, output related to their fate. Thus, securing Roto and increasing efficiency, Batty also gained certain privileges and respect from Sheren foremen.

Batty settled in the mine; due to the large number of people, he discovered a problem, wooden fish’s range is limited, the closer the better, farther the worse, even ineffective. Thus, Batty crafted several more wooden fish, but only in his hands were they effective; otherwise, they had none. He knew finding a solution required Mr. Cancer.

Among the many followers, some strong young Roto had emerged, following Batty to maintain continuity, even participating in crafting wooden fish.

If every Roto could gain redemption through tapping the wooden fish, how much pain could be relieved? He missed his sister exceptionally, wondering how Aisha was doing.