Chapter 225 Chilly Pancakes

“There, there. Don’t be upset dear.” Brock tried to placate his granddaughter. “As I said before, we are very big targets. It’s good that we have comrades to thin the enemies for us! Look at grandpa and Winter. We have such a positive relationship! She kill the enemies, and when she finds one that’s too difficult to kill, grandpa will step in to save the day. It’s just like a hero! Heroes appear last when the situation is hopeless!”

Ellie blinked once, and marvelled at the fact that she actually believed all of her grandfather’s crap previously.

“Gramps… You… You are truly “amazing!”” Ellie said with exasperation.

However, Brock totally took it the other way and thought that Ellie was praising him for his great “insight”! Parents and grandparents are truly blind to the thoughts of their adolescent children and grandchildren!

Or maybe it was just Brock.

“Hahahaha! I know! I am amazing indeed! Good girl! Very good girl!” Brock shouted happily.

Ellie could only sigh deeply.

“There’s still one here for you, Ellie.” Elliot couldn’t help but chuckle at his supremely pissed off she-bear. He could still remember the time when she was just a cute little bear cub that couldn’t even speak properly a few short weeks ago.

Her hobby was even “cuddling in Jessica’s arms”!

Now… she’s demanding for her right to kill enemies to be honored and respected?

How time flies and how quickly kids grow!

“Horray!! Master is still the best!! I’m on my way! Nobody touches that enemy! Nobody! You guys hear? REX! I MEAN IT! DON’T YOU DARE MOVE ANOTHER MUSCLE!” Ellie shouted without even bothering to turn around.

Rex hissed in indignance. She wasn’t moving at all! Ellie was just randomly picking at her!

“Let it go.” Winter chuckled.

At her “teacher”‘s words, Rex relaxed her tense muscles and sat back down.

“Alright.” Rex said coolly.

“I’ll make sure I kill all your enemies next time. I’ll leave none for you. Not a single one!” Rex sulked in full sentences in her mind.

Elliot’s baby beasts, the future Death and Destruction that would strike fear to all of Elliot’s enemies, had finally left their childhood and entered the treacherous waters of… adolescence.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As Elliot and his beasts were cleaning up the battlefield and collecting their loot, a massive burst of communication was taking place at that moment.

All of the communication being made was actually incoming towards thousands of powerful warriors on planet Earth!

Warriors who had been tasked to “capture that Elliot boy” at all costs and bring them back, as well as warriors tasked to “protect that Elliot boy” at all costs and let him play on”

All of the communication contained one very simple essence packaged in countless different ways.

“For the love of God! I told you we can’t mess with people that the Void Walker clan had picked! That boy just killed EIGHT freaking Emperors! Eight! Get your damn ass back here if you don’t want to freaking die you freaking stone headed moron!”

“Target has exhibited strength beyond your capabilities to handle. Return to base immediately.”

“What the hell man? Who the heck told you that this is an easy job? That Elliot boy just killed eight Emperors! All of them with freakish transformations that could easily eat you and your whole team for breakfast! Get the hell out of there! No! Wait! Stay there but hunt the damn Shadow Parasites instead!”

“He doesn’t need our protection. The Game Master has instructed you to return to base immediately.”

“Hey! He’s very strong. Much stronger than all five of you. Combined. Protecting him must be stupid prank that stupid Jessica is playing in us! Damn that stupid girl! We just wasted all our time and resources. Get back to the clan!”

Abort mission. At once.

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“How many types of Chilly Pancakes can you create?” Jul’Taras whispered to Jessica in a voice that wasn’t very whispery at all.

They were back in the Diamond Sponsor VIP Room and were huddled together, deep in discussion about the Ascendant Runes.

When they first began, Aunt Hillary had tried to reinforce Director Sands’ express will by stopping them and forbidding them to talk about it.

They had reluctantly obliged.

But not a few minutes later, they were once again in deep discussion. And this time, it was about a very, very complex food that only Jessica could make called “Chilly Pancakes”.

Aunt Hillary had sighed deeply and wisely remained quiet. What was the point? Better eavesdrop while she still could and find out all of their plans, instead of forcing them to discuss in secret where she would not be privy to whatever stupid and completely crazy plans that adolescents usually make.

And so, under Aunt Hillary’s blind eye and very open ears, their discussion had progressed by leaps and bounds.

“As of now, I only know three. Not enough to make… ah… A “stream” of one hundred thousand “chilly pancakes”.” Jessica whispered loudly and winked at Jul’Taras and Monkey King openly in front of Aunt Hillary multiple times to indicate her duplicity.

Aunt Hillary rolled her eyes at her.

“Only three Chilly Pancakes? That’s really far from enough. How did you get those Chilli Pancakes in the first place? How can we get our hands on more?” Jul’Taras whispered.

“I stumbled upon one when I was sneaking around grandfather’s secret lab- ah, I mean grandMOTHER! GRANDMOTHER’S secret lab- ah! Kitchen! I mean kitchen! I found a Chilly Pancake when I was sneaking about GrandMOTHER’S secret KITCHEN!” Jessica shouted loudly and completely pointlessly.

Aunt Hillary started to feel a headache coming. Does that naively irritating niece of hers really believe that she, a full fledged HEGEMON, would believe her words like that? Does she really think so lowly of her?

Aunt Hillary was completely at a loss as to whether she should be angry over the fact that they were discussing a forbidden topic, or whether she should be pissed that they thought they could fool her with such miserably weak methods of duplicity!