Fu Zhu looked at Xipe, who had placed His hand upon Fu Zhu's own, and after a moment of silence, the Aeon withdrew His hand.
"Although I cannot guarantee that the future you wish to see will definitely come to pass, I must say first: Thank you."
Xipe's blessing was undoubtedly the most generous among all the Aeons he had ever encountered. Even though He had His own objectives, this blessing alone was worth a word of gratitude.
Xipe simply shook His head slightly, then, imitating a human gesture, He waved goodbye to Fu Zhu.
"Your companions are still waiting for you. Go."
Following Xipe's wave, specks of starlight fell upon Fu Zhu. His figure began to turn ethereal, and ripples appeared in his vision, the kind that only occur when passing through a teleportation portal.
His vision shifted. In the next moment, Fu Zhu suddenly felt a heaviness on his shoulders. Before he could even see the scene in front of him clearly, he realized that two long, fair, and smooth legs had somehow appeared on his shoulders.
Even though this scene appeared extremely bizarre, Fu Zhu still instinctively reached out and gave those long legs a rub.
"Eek!!"
Suddenly, a familiar scream came from above his head. He looked up only to see azure skirt hems draped over his head, and March 7th was hugging his head, looking down at him with a flushed and shy face.
"How did you suddenly appear here!"
Fu Zhu was also puzzled. "Why are you on top of my head?"
However, after asking this, Fu Zhu guessed the reason. It was likely that after he was summoned away by Xipe, March 7th had rejoined the battle against Dominicus and happened to stand in his original position. But due to the characteristics of the "Steve" physique, the two of them had unexpectedly stacked together.
"Put me down..."
March 7th, feeling a bit shy, lightly patted Fu Zhu's head. Fu Zhu nodded, but the strands of her hair rubbing against him tickled, nearly making him laugh out loud.
Just as Fu Zhu intended to put March 7th down, dozens of petite musical note figures charged toward them. As soon as they got close, the musical notes wrapped their arms around themselves, and blinding white light erupted from their bodies.
Seeing the situation was bad, Fu Zhu had to temporarily abandon the idea of putting March 7th down.
"Sit tight, Little March."
Fu Zhu pressed his hands onto March 7th's thighs and leaped directly backward with her on his back. The moment he carried March 7th away, the musical note figures suddenly detonated. The violent explosion even caused the entire stage to tremble intensely.
After dodging the attack, Fu Zhu, while instinctively rubbing the pair of thighs resting on his shoulders, looked toward Sunday in the distance. "Brother Sunday, isn't it a bit bad form to sneak attack someone who just 'logged on'?"
At this moment, Sunday's face had been gloomy ever since Fu Zhu reappeared. He sensed an extremely familiar aura on Fu Zhu, one that he found inconceivable.
"You... obtained [Harmony]'s gaze? And you ascended to become an Emanator?!"
Sunday's words caused the others from the Astral Express crew to look at Fu Zhu with bewildered expressions. How did Fu Zhu become an Emanator of yet another Path? Then what about [Trailblaze]?
"Yeah, I have to say, you didn't inherit a single one of [Harmony]'s good qualities. He is much more inclusive than you. Despite me having so many Paths on me, He still granted me His blessing just the same. Brother Sunday, you really should learn from this."
Sunday remained silent with a dark expression, simply raising his hand to launch an attack at Fu Zhu.
March 7th, sitting on Fu Zhu's shoulders, saw Sunday's attack approaching. Yet, the Fu Zhu beneath her showed no intention of dodging. Nervous instantly, she clamped her legs tight around his head, creating a sharp whistling sound from the air pressure.
Fu Zhu's head was suddenly sandwiched by those round thighs, squeezing his cheeks until they were slightly deformed, but he still raised a hand to pat March 7th's thigh in comfort. "Don't panic, Little March. Just testing a new ability."
Ever since leaving the Simulated Universe, he had somewhat missed the days when he could use Commands at will. It just so happened that [Harmony]'s blessing had given him a chance to realize that dream, although this chance required paying a price.
But!
Fu Zhu glanced at the experience points stored on his own body and in his Sophisticated Backpack. Added together, he had a total of four hundred levels of experience. As long as he used it sparingly and didn't talk nonsense when activating the BUFF, it was enough!
Fu Zhu made a prompt decision. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, a [Chorus] BUFF appeared in his status bar, and his experience points began to decrease rapidly.
He dared not waste time. Every second wasted meant losing a level of experience, not to mention that Commands also required consuming experience points.
Fu Zhu immediately raised his hand, aimed at Sunday, and smilingly recited the command: "/kill Sunday."
Although Sunday didn't understand what Fu Zhu said, he clearly heard Fu Zhu mention his name. Thinking it might be related to the power of [Harmony] he obtained, Sunday instantly became vigilant.
However... after a good while, nothing happened.
Even March 7th, sitting on Fu Zhu's shoulders, lost her previous panic and looked down in confusion to ask, "What were you doing just now?"
Fu Zhu also looked somewhat speechlessly at the prompt that suddenly popped up on the system.
[Current experience points insufficient to sustain consumption]
Obviously, four hundred levels of experience were not enough for him to use the kill command once on this target.
"Nothing, just overestimated myself."
Fu Zhu quickly changed his thinking. Since he couldn't use kill, he would use a different command.
"/weather thunder."
(Weather changed to thunderstorm)
This time, Fu Zhu's experience points directly dropped by ten levels. Obviously, the consumption for the command to change the weather and the kill command were on completely different levels.
As Fu Zhu's command took effect, heavy rain suddenly began to pour down from the sky above everyone, accompanied by the sound of violent thunder.
This made Sunday involuntarily stunned. This was the Sweet Dream World!
When The Family used the Stellaron to create it, they never programmed rainy weather, let alone thunder and lightning!
While he was stunned, Fu Zhu's movements didn't end. He used a command once again to replace all the blocks beneath Sunday's feet with Lightning Rods. In the next moment, countless bolts of lightning, a meter thick, crashed directly onto Sunday's body.
Caught off guard, Sunday couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.
"March, lend me your bow."
Fu Zhu raised his hand to ask March 7th for her bow and arrow. March 7th obediently handed her longbow to Fu Zhu.
"Here, what do you want to do?"
"Let it loose, of course."
Although March 7th knew Fu Zhu meant 'loosing an arrow', she couldn't help but retort, "Ew! We are in a battle! Don't say things that are so easy to misunderstand!"
Fu Zhu laughed and didn't reply. Instead, he drew the bowstring and fired an arrow at Sunday.
Sunday, who was enduring the lightning bombardment, saw Fu Zhu suddenly shoot an arrow and panicked for a moment. But seeing that the arrow's flight speed wasn't fast, he breathed a sigh of relief. An arrow of this speed... even an ordinary person would have a high probability of dodging it as long as their reaction was slightly fast.
However, just as he intended to activate his shield to block this arrow, Fu Zhu whispered a phrase lightly.
"Arrow speed increased... ten thousand times!"