322: Chapter 322 The Elf Queen's Blessing Dance

The chat interface fell into a brief, dead silence.

Chen You looked at his remaining 1 HP, his lips twitching twice.

He couldn't exactly say he'd been blown up like this by a mechanical monster in a mine.

That would be too damaging to his image as "God You."

He tapped a few keys on his keyboard.

[Party] [Chen You]: I've been hit with an ancient curse; I can't recover health for now. It's fine, let's just start.

After this message was sent, the party channel completely exploded.

[Party] [Salos]: An ancient curse?! Brother, could it be...

[Party] [Oro]: Law Backlash, it's definitely Law Backlash! Forcing a change in the luck of the world... Guild Leader Chen is resisting the pressure of the Heavenly Dao with a mortal body!

[Party] [Arrow of the Moon]: To help us grind for Mythic equipment, you'd even risk your life... Guild Leader Chen, you make me feel ashamed.

Chen You sat on the steps outside the City Lord's Mansion, staring at the text on the screen, lost in thought.

These three are wasting their talent by not writing novels.

He was too lazy to explain.

[Party] [Chen You]: Just start already. If this curse of mine expires in a bit, I won't be able to change our luck anymore.

Three seconds later, at the entrance of the Colorful Land dungeon.

As soon as Chen You landed, he saw three tall figures who had been waiting for a long time.

Without a word, Salos pulled a luxurious wheelchair encrusted with rainbow gems and padded with velvet cushions from his backpack, forcing Chen You into it.

"Brother, you're injured like this, don't stand up!" Salos's eyes reddened, his rough voice carrying a hint of a sob.

"Just relax and watch the show; leave the rest to us!"

Oro took out a stack of runic scrolls radiating a holy aura and slapped them all over Chen You.

"These are the highest-level Tranquility Talismans of the Roman God Clan. Although they can't lift the Heavenly Dao curse, they can at least ease your pain."

Chen You sat in the wheelchair, covered in talismans like a zombie.

He looked at the two of them expressionlessly.

You're the top-ranked powerhouse, is your family in the wheelchair wholesale business?

And you, the strongest mage on the leaderboard, are you a mage or a Daoist priest?

"Actually, I'm really fine."

"Say no more, we understand!" Arrow of the Moon stepped forward, her usually cold and haughty elven face now filled with solemnity and respect.

"Guild Leader Chen, your sacrifice will be remembered in our hearts."

Chen You closed his eyes.

Whatever, just let the world end.

"Just start the fight," Chen You sighed.

"Wait!" Salos suddenly bellowed, reaching out to stop Chen You from starting the dungeon.

Chen You opened his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

"The ritual hasn't been performed yet!" Salos's expression was extremely grave.

Oro also nodded, pulling out that charred tortoise shell from his robes.

"Today, Guild Leader Chen is guiding us while injured and ill; our luck is very likely to be interfered with by the Heavenly Dao curse."

"We must increase the intensity of our prayers!"

Chen You's heart skipped a beat.

Again?

Even more intensity?

He saw Salos take a deep breath, his legs snapping into a horse stance, the muscles in his arms bulging.

He began to perform an extremely bizarre set of fist techniques at the dungeon entrance.

Left hook, right swing, followed by a three-sixty Thomas flare kick on the spot.

"Titan Ancestors bless us! Drop Mythic gear! Drop Mythic gear!"

Oro sat cross-legged on the ground, placing the tortoise shell before him, chanting under his breath as his hands frantically formed seals in the air, moving so fast they were just a blur.

Chen You sat in the wheelchair and silently turned his face away.

Just when Chen You thought things couldn't get any more ridiculous, Arrow of the Moon moved.

This elven leader, usually aloof and worshipped by countless players as the Ice Goddess, slowly walked to the very center of the dungeon entrance.

She took a deep breath and unbuttoned her cloak.

Chen You's eyes widened.

Arrow of the Moon bit her lip and pulled a seed radiating an emerald glow from a small leather pouch at her waist, throwing it onto the ground.

"Grow."

A flash of magical brilliance occurred, and a massive tree rose from the ground.

The trunk was straight, and a thick, smooth green vine hung down from the canopy.

Arrow of the Moon took a deep breath, took off her robe, and walked to the vine. Her long, straight legs suddenly exerted force as she leaped lightly, hanging upside down from the vine.

Then, her waist twisted as she began a rhythmic dance around that straight vine.

Spinning, bending, flipping.

Every movement was perfectly timed to some mysterious beat, her tight leather armor revealing her perfect curves.

The cold and haughty Elf Queen was now performing a hardcore jungle pole dance.

Chen You sat in his wheelchair, leaning back tactically.

For Mythic gear, the Elves have completely abandoned their dignity.

After the dance ended, Arrow of the Moon landed steadily, her chest heaving slightly.

She put her robe and cloak back on, smoothed her hair, and regained her cold, untouchable appearance.

"The ritual is over. Pull the boss."

A few minutes later, in front of the familiar Teddy Castle.

Chen You sat in the wheelchair, took out a commemorative salute cannon from his backpack, and lit it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Brilliant fireworks exploded above the castle.

The Mythic-grade boss, Lava Tyrant Teddy, appeared with a roar.

"Kill!"

Salos's eyes were blood-red as he leaped high, swinging his giant axe.

Oro summoned divine light from the heavens, and Arrow of the Moon fired seven arrows in rapid succession.

A few seconds later.

Teddy's massive body crashed to the ground, turning into a sky full of light motes.

A sphere of light radiating brilliant golden brilliance lay quietly where the boss had fallen.

The three of them stopped simultaneously and turned to look at Chen You in his wheelchair.

"Brother Chen, you do it!" Salos rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation.

Chen You maneuvered his wheelchair forward and reached out to pick up the loot.

A golden light shot into the sky.

[System Notification: Your party has picked up [Blueprint: Divine-Forged Radiance · Soul-Mage Boots]!]

Salos leaned in to check the stats, and the wild joy on his face instantly froze.

Oro's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

"Finally... it's finally my turn!"

Arrow of the Moon bit her lower lip, a flicker of disappointment crossing her eyes, but she quickly regained her resolve.

"It seems today's outfit was wrong; I'll have to change it tomorrow."

"..."

Chen You remained expressionless.

After the three of them finished their routine and left, he suddenly jumped up and ripped off all the talismans on his body.

Reset—grind mobs—fire the cannon—insta-kill.

The entire process was smooth as flowing water, without a single wasted movement.

The third time.

[System Notification: Congratulations, you have obtained [Blueprint: Fortune-Opening Heaven · Sky Heron Leggings]!]

Chen You stood in front of the empty castle and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

In his backpack, five blueprints radiating Mythic-grade rainbow light were neatly arranged.

Helmet, armor, gauntlets, boots, leggings.

The five-piece [Fortune-Opening Heaven] set exclusive to Cultivators was finally complete!

"The blueprints are all here; next is the crafting."

Without hesitation, Chen You exited the dungeon and headed to the guild territory, White Jade Capital.