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"This is impossible! How could you possibly know the golem control spell!"

Caliban was no longer composed; he was becoming increasingly frantic.

These golems, which he had prided himself on, were a discovery that could overturn all of Talcavano and were his greatest asset in becoming the true ruler of the city.

Now, they were being taken over by an unknown adventurer?

"I told you these... never mind, I'm too lazy to explain. Tear this place down."

Seraphina, or rather Seraphina in John's body, rolled her eyes and commanded the golems to level the City Lord's mansion. Then, she propelled John's body skyward.

"After all these years, why is Olympus still the same?"

"What do you mean? Olympus' environment, or the gods on Mount Olympus?"

"Both, I guess. I've been dead for many years. I thought there might be some drastic changes, but it seems no different from before I died."

"So are you resurrected now? You used to be confined to your space within the Eternal Alchemy Bible, but now you can take over my body. Do you need me to find you a new body?"

"No need."

Seraphina refused without a second thought.

"As long as I'm parasitic in your body, those old gods won't find me.

If you create a new body for me and they sense my presence, this fragment of my soul will have no chance of revival.

Until I regain my strength, I need to be cautious. Right now, I'm not even at Demigod tier. Any emissary could kill me. I just want to use your body to experience the world a bit."

After being confined in the Eternal Alchemy Bible for thousands of years, the torment was unimaginable to John.

Since she finally had a chance to breathe fresh air, he decided to let her be.

It wasn't until nightfall that Seraphina, having indulged her excitement, returned control of the body to John.

"Alright, I've had my fun. Here's your body back. Oh, and I've left those golems for you. Consider them a reward for lending me your body. Once you've handled your current affairs, I'll tell you about my discoveries."

"Understood."

John moved his body slightly to ensure everything was normal, then crushed the teleportation scroll and returned to Talcavano.

The scene there was utter chaos.

The sixteen golems had nearly leveled the entire City Lord's mansion. Caliban had been obliterated by the laser cannons, his body reduced to chunks of meat mixed with rubble, completely unrecognizable.

The golems, having completed Seraphina's command, stood motionless, unresponsive to the chaos around them.

Near the City Lord's mansion, countless NPCs and players had gathered, but none dared to approach.

After witnessing the power of those iron behemoths, no one wanted to be reduced to a bloody mist by the laser cannons.

What exactly had happened here?

Barry, one of the few who knew the inside story, was almost overwhelmed with excitement. From the beginning, he had hidden in the crowd.

When he saw Caliban reveal his trump card, he thought John was doomed.

He never imagined that John could still turn the tables even in such dire circumstances.

Now, it was time for Barry to fulfill his promise.

With this in mind, Barry stepped forward, walking to the front of the crowd and speaking loudly, "Everyone, quiet down! I'm Barry, the owner of the auction house. I know part of the story behind what happened here.

City Lord Caliban, out of selfishness, sealed Minefield No. 1, monopolizing all its resources. It was Uncle Mac and John who discovered this. To lift the seal on Minefield No. 1, John killed Caliban.

One hundred and thirty-five years ago, Caliban declared himself the City Lord of Talcavano without anyone's permission.

Seventy-five years ago, he sealed Minefield No. 1, also without anyone's consent. But now, Caliban is dead, killed by John's hand!

From now on, Talcavano will need no master. Minefield No. 1 will be open to everyone!"

Hearing this, some of the onlookers, especially the NPCs who lived in Talcavano, instantly burst into cheers.

Caliban's death didn't mean much to most people in Talcavano.

While he wasn't a particularly bad city lord, he wasn't exactly beloved either.

He rarely appeared in public, so most residents had little to no interaction with him.

But the reopening of Minefield No. 1 was undoubtedly great news!

Players, on the other hand, were more curious about John.

Even after scouring the top 100 of the power rankings, they couldn't find anyone named John.

The players started discussing who this mysterious John might be.

None of this concerned John anymore.

After recalling the golems from the crowd, he turned and left, eventually finding Uncle Mac drinking heavily at the Adventurers Guild.

Seeing him downing drink after drink, John sat down in front of him and asked, "Are you satisfied with this outcome?"

"Satisfied. John, you're the hero of Talcavano, a true hero!"

Uncle Mac grinned, pushing a drink towards John. "I have no more regrets."

"If you're satisfied, then come with me. Everyone is waiting for you to continue the journey. This time, you can't have any more excuses, right?"

"Let's go. Let's leave right now! Right..."

Seeing Uncle Mac collapse onto the table and fall into a deep sleep, John sighed.

He picked Uncle Mac up, carried him back to his place, and then returned to Deep Forest.

The golems obtained from Caliban were undoubtedly a significant boost in strength.

Unfortunately, where John was heading next, these golems wouldn't be much use.

After some thought, John decided to leave the golems in Deep Forest under Elowen's control.

This would not only quickly enhance the strength of the elven race but also allow John to reclaim them whenever he needed.

It was a win-win situation.

Elowen was more than happy to accept this arrangement.

Knowing this, the golem John left behind had almost become a treasured artifact for the elven race. They would rarely use it unless faced with a significant threat, as they had no means to repair it if it was damaged.

But now, with so many golems joining their ranks, even a monster horde would pose much less of a threat to them.

However, there was another matter for John on this trip back.

The original plan was to rest for a while before heading to Atlantis. But now, having learned from [Deception] about the alliance between the Divine Emissary and an Apostle, Atlantis had undoubtedly become the most dangerous place.

John's idea was to go to Atlantis alone to resolve the current trouble with [Deception], then return to fetch Elaria and Lily.

If he were to tell Elaria and Lily the truth, they would insist on accompanying him. But in such a situation, John's own survival was uncertain, so he didn't want Elaria and Lily to take the risk.

So, he still didn't have a good idea of how to broach the subject.

"Sigh... this is really a headache."

...

Meanwhile, in Spartonia!

"Sister, since we entered the city, how many times has it been now?"

"The ninth time..."

"The ninth time! When will it end? We've barely left this district. All we've been doing is watching Qing fight. We don't have a single piece of information yet. Is this ever going to end?"

Exiled Immortal scratched his head in frustration, feeling quite helpless.

He had anticipated that Qing might cut loose upon arriving in Spartonia, but this was a bit too much. They had done nothing but watch Qing fight all day long. Qing, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, constantly looking for new opponents.

"I give up, I surrender!"

Finally! On the third time being knocked down by Qing, the NPC finally admitted defeat, slapping the ground and expressing genuine respect for Qing.

"Adventurer Qing, you won. You are a true warrior!"

"Hahaha... Excellent! Come on, who's next?"