The storm will eventually subside.
The fierce tide receded, leaving behind a post-disaster, strangely peaceful tidal flat.
The halo of the floating lamps stabilized again, softly spreading, illuminating the fine dust slowly settling in the air, and also illuminating the messy scene.
That expensive deep purple silk had now completely turned into a few pieces of tattered fabric that could no longer cover the body, scattered miserably on the dark carpet and by the bedside, like broken butterfly wings torn by a storm, still reflecting a faint luster under the warm light.
Polyxenia leaned in Oliver's arms, her body no longer taut like a bow, but completely relaxed, unbelievably soft.
Her head rested in Oliver's neck, her warm breath regularly brushed his skin, bringing a subtle tickle.
Oliver gently tapped her arm with his finger.
The person in his arms seemed disturbed by this subtle movement, her body shivered ever so slightly, like a sensitive mimosa.
But the expected resistance did not appear.
Instead, she closed her eyes, only burying herself deeper into Oliver's neck, uttering a murmur.
The voice was lazy, with a softness that came from complete relaxation.
Polyxenia closed her eyes and said softly, "My sister isn't good at expressing herself, but I know she, like me, adores you."
"Do you like my sister?"
Oliver blurted out without thinking, "Of course I like her."
If this were on Earth, he'd have to think twice.
Fortunately, he transmigrated, so he didn't need to think twice.
Polyxenia hugged him tighter. "Then you have to be more proactive. My sister definitely won't be able to confess her love."
Oliver: "I'll try my best, but if I act like I did with you, it might scare your sister."
Polyxenia smiled. "Because I'm really afraid you'll run off with someone else. You resurrected me and let me experience many wonderful things. You're good to me, good to my sister, so I like you. I don't want to be abandoned by you. That's why I was a bit eager. Actually, I'm very reserved."
Oliver gently stroked Polyxenia's cheek. "Hehe, let's just say that."
After they broke through the window, their relationship deepened.
Polyxenia talked about being reserved, but after reading CEO romance novels, she became strange, with all sorts of new demands and new games.
But when outsiders were present, she reverted to her quiet, girl-next-door state.
Who would have thought this girl had such a huge contrast!
Six months later.
Polyxenia also became good friends with Aglaea and Tiresias.
They often made plans to go to hot springs together.
Oliver benefited from this, getting to admire swimwear that others couldn't see.
A year passed in a flash.
Polyxenia reluctantly prepared to leave this home of nightly revelry.
"I hope to hear good news about you and my sister next time we meet."
Polyxenia smiled and waved, then turned and left.
This time, Castorice returned very quickly.
It seemed the two sisters didn't have much interaction.
Oliver knew with his butt that Polyxenia had urged her to return.
"What happened? My sister doesn't seem willing to chat with me about interesting things."
Castorice was a bit bewildered.
Oliver gave an embarrassed smile. "Maybe it's because she's in her rebellious phase. Girls her age always have a couple of days like that."
He thought to himself: After just interacting with the younger sister, turning around and confessing to the older sister, isn't that a bit too much? Maybe later.
Another period of time passed in a blink.
Oliver had grown accustomed to life in Okhema.
A new day.
Castorice went out alone to the market to buy needles, thread, and fabric, intending to make clothes for Oliver, and thus refused Oliver's company, citing it as a surprise.
Oliver had no choice but to lie at home, pondering a question that had troubled him for over twenty years.
"How exactly can I complete this script… I can't possibly really have to save the world, can I?"
Knock knock knock.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Oliver opened the door and saw Aglaea again.
"What do you want to talk about today?"
"The Golden Silk network has been completed. We can chat using communication slates."
After Oliver brought Aglaea into the house, he saw that her expression was grave.
"Oliver, I think there are some things you need to hear for yourself, about the Senate."
Aglaea had already spread the Golden Silk throughout Okhema, including every corner of the Senate.
She could hear all their messages.
This was why the Senate had been quiet for the past two years, not causing trouble.
Because any trouble was dealt with by Aglaea before it even started.
"Let me guess, the Senate can't resist making a move against the Resurrecting Saintess?"
Oliver smiled.
Aglaea was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to guess correctly on the first try.
She extended her hand and smiled, "Nothing can be hidden from you."
Oliver didn't play coy either, intertwining his fingers with Aglaea's, feeling the sounds transmitted by the Golden Silk.
"The Resurrecting Saintess and Aglaea are getting closer and closer; this is not a good thing."
"The Senate's numerous requests have been ignored; they don't even see us… Aglaea always manages to uncover our plans in advance. I feel like there's an internal spy among us!"
"Look at that Half-God of the Path. He must have been resurrected by the Resurrecting Saintess, which is why he recovered to his peak state."
"A decision must be made. If those Chrysos Heirs gain the power of resurrection, they will only grow stronger and stronger, and we will no longer have a foothold."
"Yes, either obtain the Saintess, or destroy the Saintess!"
"Don't worry, everyone. To prevent leaks from an internal spy, Senator Kainisi has already begun secret operations. Perhaps later, she will bring good news."
The conversation ended.
Oliver understood; the Senate was finally tired of living and wanted to die.
"The Golden Silk sensed a problem at Cloudstone Market; it's Castorice! Kainisi has already made her move. I'll go over there first!"
Aglaea suddenly stood up, ready to go for support.
Unexpectedly, Oliver grabbed her hand. "Tell me the location with the Golden Silk."
Aglaea didn't mind Oliver holding her hand and immediately complied, sharing the Golden Silk's information.
Oliver immediately locked onto the specific coordinates using the Golden Silk, then placed his hand on Aglaea's lower back, gently pushed, and activated Guaranteed Hit.
The two instantly vanished.
Before this.
Cloudstone Market.
This was the main area for Okhema residents' daily lives, with a myriad of shops in this market sustaining the residents' lives.
Miscellaneous goods, finely crafted objects, elegant and common books—a dazzling array.
Castorice came here to choose fabrics.
She hadn't been idle during her year in the Underworld. Besides work, she also took time to practice her tailoring skills.
This year, she would definitely make clothes that Oliver would like.
"Castorice, or rather, Resurrecting Saintess, please stop."
Suddenly, an old woman blocked Castorice's path.
She was precisely Kainisi, an elder of the Senate.
"Is something wrong?"
Castorice responded indifferently.
She did not know this person, even after living here for two years.
"Of course something is wrong. You have rejected us too many times, and even helped the Chrysos Heirs regain their strength. The Senate can no longer tolerate your actions."
"If we cannot have it, we must destroy it."
Kainisi raised her hand, and over a dozen black-clad figures appeared around her.
They were all Purifiers, assassins trained by the Senate.
They inherited generations of Remembrance and experience through special means, specifically used to assassinate high-level human experts of the Chrysos Heirs.
"Kill her!"