Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Capturing the Goddess, Spoorate is Captured



John furrowed his brows, not expecting that his identity would be exposed.

What shocked him even more was the crystal ball in front of him.

The moment his palm touched it, he sensed something unusual-this object was actually absorbing the power of the Laws sealed within him.

He quickly withdrew his hand, and the light faded.

"Someone!" the woman shouted angrily, running towards the door.

John's figure moved in an instant, blocking her path and grabbing her by the neck, slamming her against the wall.

The woman was both shocked and enraged. In a panic, she raised her staff, but before she could cast a spell, the staff was already in John's hand.

"Lady Goddess, what's going on?" a soldier's voice came from the doorway.

John frowned deeply, covering the woman's mouth with his hand, and spread her legs, pressing her tightly against the wall to prevent her from struggling.

The woman's eyes widened as she glared at him with hatred.

"Stay still!" he hissed, the cold tip of her staff pressing against her forehead. He spoke icily, "If you don't want to die, do as I say."

The woman swallowed, slightly nodding.

John removed his hand from her mouth and coldly ordered, "Tell them there's nothing wrong. Tell him to leave."

The woman glanced at the sharp tip on her forehead, gritted her teeth, and coldly responded, "There's nothing wrong. I'm bestowing a blessing. Leave, don't disturb me."

"Yes, ma'am," the soldier replied, his footsteps fading away.

John sighed in relief. While he wasn't afraid of these people, he didn't want to escalate things into an open conflict just yet.

"Can you let me go now?" The woman glared at him, clearly embarrassed by the position she was in.

Especially since John was nearly pressed against her. As a goddess, she was high and mighty, and had never been so close to a man before.

"Heh, don't be in such a hurry," John sneered, lifting her chin. He asked, "Since you know my identity, can a criminal from Heaven get your blessing?"

He needed to find Sini and the others, and he required a legitimate identity to freely move between cities and act without attracting attention.

The woman nodded slightly and replied, "If you let me go, I can grant you a blessing."

"Hmph, I doubt you'll pull any tricks," John took a step back and released the woman.

"Staff," she said angrily, extending her delicate hand. Her voice was cold, "Without the staff, I cannot bestow a blessing."

John said nothing, spinning the staff in his hand before handing it back to her.

She took the staff and stepped back two paces, her expression cold. With a hint of fury, she said, "You dare disrespect the Goddess and still wish to receive my blessing? You might as well become my slave!"

She muttered an incantation, and a pure, holy light descended, directly enveloping and restraining John.

Soul power!

John was puzzled. He not only felt the power of light, but also sensed a powerful soul force.

This woman was trying to establish a soul contract, to enslave him.

He looked at her with contempt. His soul power and mental attributes might be sealed, but that didn't mean they were nonexistent.

For such a weak force to try and control him was nothing short of delusional.

He spoke coolly, "I am a person of the City Lord's domain. Aren't you afraid of offending him?"

"Hmph, the City Lord cannot control a Goddess!" The woman sneered arrogantly. As a representative of The Heaven, the Goddess was far beyond the reach of any city lord.

"Is that so?" John regarded her with a bemused expression, his smile one of faint mockery. The woman furrowed her brows, sensing something was wrong.

Her soul power had entered John's mind, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea-there was no response.

She couldn't establish any connection with him, let alone enslave his soul.

John lost interest and impatiently said, "You'd better bestow the blessing, or I won't hesitate to kill you!"

With ease, he broke free from the light's restraints and slowly walked toward her.

"What?" The woman was stunned, stepping back in fear. "You... you don't have a soul?"

Whoosh!

John stepped forward, grabbing her throat again. With a slight pressure, he lifted her off the ground, his expression icy. "Bestow the blessing, and don't try any tricks. I could kill you as easily as crushing an ant."

The woman's face flushed a deep red, and she struggled slightly, nodding in agreement.

Only then did John toss her aside.

"Cough, cough!" The woman collapsed to the ground, coughing violently as she looked at John, her expression filled with terror.

She felt as though she were nothing more than a plaything in his hands.

Such a terrifying powerhouse should have been locked away in the most secure prisons of the royal cities, never to escape.

She couldn't understand how John had appeared here.

Not daring to resist, she obediently followed his instructions, raising her staff again, but this time, she dared not play any tricks and dutifully bestowed the blessing.

Whoosh!

A radiant light surrounded him, and a warm current spread through John's body, leaving

behind a unique mental imprint.

Now he understood why the guards in the city could sense his identity.

He could also clearly perceive the imprints on others now.

"Very well." John was pleased with the woman's performance. His gaze shifted to the crystal ball on the table, which was now glowing. It contained the Power of the Laws that he

possessed.

His tone was commanding: "Now, tell me what this thing does."

The woman tightened her grip on the staff and coldly glared at him, weighing the pros and cons before she spoke. "This is a crystal ball with no specific attribute. It can absorb the Power of the Laws. It's generally used to deal with The Heaven criminals, to devour the Power of the Laws they possess. It can easily be used by others."

Devour the Power of the Laws?

John's expression grew serious. He hadn't expected such a strange artifact to exist in this

world.

The Power of the Nine Nether that Sini wielded, and the Star Dust power that Tracy controlled, were both extremely rare.

It seemed the two women were in a dangerous situation. He had to find them as soon as

possible.

"Very good." John nodded, stepping forward and grabbing the woman's neck again. His voice was cold as he said, "But it's a pity that you know my identity. You still have to die."

"No..." The woman was terrified. She felt a sense of suffocation as John's grip tightened. Desperately, she clutched his wrist, pleading, "Don't-don't kill me. I-I swear I won't reveal

your identity..."

"Hmph, trusting you is no better than trusting a dead man." John had no compassion for her. Besides, the goddesses in this world were The Heaven's lackeys. They must have often abused

their power to bully ordinary people.

"I-I'm serious! I can swear it, no-I can help you..." The woman's face flushed red with

panic, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Oh?" John's interest was piqued. He relaxed his grip slightly. The goddess might know a lot

about this world. Perhaps she could actually be useful to him.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, the woman quickly continued, "If you don't trust me, I can voluntarily become your servant and sign a soul contract."

"So you're afraid of dying, are you?" John sneered and directly threw her to the ground.

Cough, cough...

The woman coughed violently, humiliation welling up inside her. But in front of John, she had

no choice but to submit.

At least for now, she wouldn't die. Even if she had to live in humiliation, losing her freedom.

"Now, sign the contract," John said coldly. His soul power was sealed and couldn't be used.

He could only have her voluntarily sign the soul contract.

The woman's expression turned desperate as she slightly closed her eyes and willingly signed

the soul contract.

Hum!

A wave of soul power entered John's mind.

The woman's eyes widened in shock. "You-you possess such powerful soul energy?"

The contract had been formed, and she clearly felt the vastness of John's soul. It was as vast as

an ocean.

No wonder her previous attempt to establish a soul contract had been futile. It was lucky for

her that John's soul was sealed, or else she would have been consumed by the backlash and

killed long ago.

"Master." She lowered her head in humiliation and bowed deeply.

John was quite pleased. He lifted her chin gently and said, "Don't be so despondent. As long

as you obey, I won't make things difficult for you."

The woman didn't speak, merely closing her eyes in despair. She knew well what kind of man

he was, and she had already resigned herself to her fate.

"What's your name?" John asked, curious.

"Debbie," the woman replied.

John nodded in acknowledgment.

"My lord, step aside, I demand to see you!" A voice called out from the doorway. It was

Anason.

John glanced at Debbie in confusion.

She understood at once, adjusting her clothing before returning to her usual regal composure.

She spoke coolly, "Let him in."

The door opened, and a soldier entered, escorting Anason.

"My Lady, this man tried to force his way in, but I've already restrained him," the soldier

said, eager for praise.

Debbie merely glanced at him before replying coldly, "This has nothing to do with you.

Leave."

"Yes, my Lady." The soldier, not daring to defy her, shot a cold look at Anason before turning and leaving.

John spoke, his voice firm. "Anason, what's going on?"

Anason quickly looked at Debbie, then hurriedly explained, "My lord, it's bad news. Spoorate

has been captured by the City Lord."

"What? She was supposed to be in the village, wasn't she?" John asked, confused. Anason shook his head. "I'm not sure, but it seems she must have followed secretly. The old

village chief was frantic and tried to go to the City Lord's Manor to rescue her. Now, he's been captured as well."

Anason was anxious, having no choice but to turn to John for help.

The fat City Lord?

John's expression hardened. Now that he had received the goddess's blessing, and had already

subdued Debbie, the City Lord had lost his usefulness.

He spoke decisively. "Anason, take the crystal ball on the table and head to the City Lord's

Manor."

"What?" Anason was startled and glanced at Debbie.

She didn't react, merely following John.

Anason hesitated for a moment before picking up the crystal ball from the table and hurrying

to catch up with John.

The group made their way straight to the City Lord's Manor.

"My Lady!" The guards saw Debbie beside John and dared not stop them.

John coldly asked, "Where is your City Lord?"

The guard furrowed his brows, clearly displeased. Just as he was about to speak harshly,

Debbie's cold voice cut through. "Answer!"

"Of course, my Lady. He's in the back garden. I'll take you there." The guard, after a glance atn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

John, respectfully led the way.

Roar!

A few angry roars echoed from the garden.

In the center of a large arena, a massive fiery-red lion was attacking an elderly man.

It was the old village chief, Jackey.