Chapter 683: The Price of Chaos: Divine Bargains and New Life

This was a strange artifact shrouded in black light—clearly, it was also a supreme black-level Oddity.

Song Chi focused his senses and quickly uncovered its detailed properties.

‘It can be converted into a battleship component… and these abilities are certainly unique.’

After reading through the attributes, Song Chi’s eyes lit up. The black Oddity brought out by the Crescent Moon Matriarch had truly caught his eye.

[Oddity: Chaos Godhood]

[Grade: Black]

[Convertible: Chaos Godhood]

[Note: After the death of a Chaos Evil God on the Floating-land of the Gods, its godhood unexpectedly transformed into a black Oddity, saturated with potent chaotic energy.]

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Chaos Godhood lv0

Grade: Black

Trait: When attuned within the battleship, comprehension of chaotic laws is accelerated by 5%.

Trait 2: Chaos Resistance +1400

Trait 3: Divine Shelter – Battleship equipped with this component has all faith-based damage consistently reduced by 50%.

Trait 4: Evil God Authority

Trait 5: Divine Oracle: Chaos Aura (External)

Trait 6: Divine Oracle: Chaos Aura (Internal)

Consumption: 300 Eon Energy Points per second

Effect: All faith-based modules within the battleship gather faith energy at double the usual rate.

No charging or cooldown required.

Upgrade required: 300 strands of Floating-land Origin (zeroth tier), 3000 Eon Energy Points, 30 strands of faith energy (zeroth tier).

Note: This module occupies 6 component slots.

{Evil God Authority: Costs 100,000 Eon Energy Points. Temporarily empowers the battleship with Evil God Authority equal to this module’s rank, intimidating enemy units and inflicting aberrant radiation damage within a set area for 30 minutes. Cooldown: 240 hours.}

{Divine Oracle: Chaos Aura (External): Costs 200,000 Eon Energy Points. Puts a chosen enemy unit into a confused state for one minute, during which they lose all sense of friend or foe. Cooldown: 720 hours.}

{Divine Oracle: Chaos Aura (Internal): Costs 200,000 Eon Energy Points. Sends the battleship itself into chaos, making it incredibly difficult for incoming attacks to land, greatly reducing all damage taken for one minute. Cooldown: 720 hours.}

Although this module wasn’t strictly for defense, its properties offered similar benefits. That ability to overwrite enemy minds was also top tier, so even if the first two traits were useless to him, Song Chi was determined to claim it.

[Deal!]

Pretending to weigh the offer for a few seconds, Song Chi finally gave his reply.

But just then, the Crescent Moon Matriarch spoke up again.

“Master of the Omniverse Market, in the spirit of fair exchange, what about those two drops of Eighth-Tier Evil God Blood?”

Clearly, she wanted to take back the two drops of Evil God Blood.

Those two droplets had taken Moon Goddess Elune hundreds of thousands of years to accumulate after ascending to godhood. Before departing, Elune had left explicit instructions—to preserve those drops if at all possible.

But Song Chi played by his own rules. After the Matriarch spoke, he gave no answer, leaving her frowning in concern.

No way would he give up those drops. Whether for Heavenly Ruin’s advancement or to trade for the Moon-Swallowing Viper’s Remains from Haoyue, he desperately needed them.

In the end, the Crescent Moon Matriarch could only agree to the trade, if a little helplessly.

After all, that drop of Eight-Armed Demon God Blood was fiercely coveted by Moon Goddess Elune. Even knowing her side got the worse deal this time, the Matriarch had no choice.

With the deal done, both parties secured their prizes. Yet instead of leaving, the Crescent Moon Matriarch changed her tone and softly asked Song Chi for help.

Gone was the shrewd negotiator; now her voice was barely more than a whisper:

“Earlier, I was negotiating on behalf of my Mistress, the Moon Goddess. If there was any offense, please forgive me. Now I, Elena, beseech your aid in my own name!”

Hearing this all the way from the Free Stall Area outside, Song Chi raised an eyebrow, then quickly realized what was really going on.

Leveraging the power of his ninth-tier blessing, his spiritual sense swept over the Matriarch, instantly picking up her utterly depleted state.

“So this is the price for the Moon Goddess forcibly turning every clan matriarch into a seventh-tier Night Elf… All her longevity was drained after ascending to Ruler.”

Of course, he just mulled this over silently—there was no need to expose the Matriarch’s secrets here in the Exchange Shop.

He refocused, and a new question flashed in bold text across the screen at the center of the shop:

[Your business concerns lost vitality?]

Song Chi’s reply was as concise as ever, yet went straight to the heart of the matter.

A wave of hope bloomed on the Matriarch’s elegant face. She nodded eagerly.

“Exactly! Do you have any way to restore my lost vitality? I beg you—Elena is willing to offer everything on her person in exchange…”

As she spoke, her slender finger tapped the storage necklace at her throat. In an instant, a trove of items appeared in the Exchange Shop.

Outside in the bustling Free Stall Area, Song Chi nodded in satisfaction.

“She knows how the game is played…”

Satisfied, he shifted ALL his attention to the treasures laid out before him.

Judging by his estimate, the Matriarch’s condition should be within the capabilities of the Genesis Creation Pill—in other words, that pill could likely restore her lost vitality.

Of course, how many Genesis Creation Pills it would actually take to restore everything… that was harder to say.

Which meant he’d need proper compensation—just to be safe.

[Golden Phoenix Flame]

[Silver Elf King’s Bow]

[Sixth-Grade Moon Spring] ×2

Special high-grade resource: [Moonstone] ×2500kg

……

Scanning over the items, Song Chi was genuinely quite satisfied, though when he spoke he sounded anything but.

[Add in a Seventh-Grade Moon Spring, and I’ll eliminate every hidden danger in your body!]

A Sixth-Grade Moon Spring could instantly remove the Torch Seed’s cooldown for a Torch Captain after a failed attempt at Star-Annihilator-class Ship, making it decent—but for someone like him, that wasn’t good enough.

Heavenly Ruin was almost guaranteed not to fail its advancement this time, and Beidou Sevenstar Hall’s Haoyue’s battleship didn’t need it either. So to Song Chi, the Sixth-Grade Moon Spring was basically useless now.

But with a Seventh-Grade Moon Spring, that changed everything. Even if Heavenly Ruin didn’t need it anytime soon, it might tempt Haoyue—and could be the key to securing the Moon-Swallowing Viper’s Remains.

When the words ‘Seventh-Grade Moon Spring’ popped up on the screen, the Matriarch’s eyes filled with hesitation. She had one, or more accurately, there was one in the forbidden heart of the Crescent Moon Tribe.

But the Seventh-Grade Moon Spring was the single most important artifact of a major Night Elf tribe—if she gave it up, the consequences could ripple through the Crescent Moon Tribe for years.

Still, the dream of a Ruler’s endless lifespan was too alluring. After a long struggle, the Matriarch gritted her teeth and made her decision.

“Please wait, my lord!”

Leaving that behind, she hurriedly quit the shop, quickly vanishing from the top floor of the Market’s Inn.

Back in the Exchange Shop, the True Spirit Witcher’s eyes flickered with thought, as if seriously weighing something.

Watching a peer—another seventh-tier Ruler—personally broker a deal with the mysterious force behind the Omniverse Market… how could he not be moved?

He also knew exactly who the Matriarch was. Over the centuries, Levann had recorded not just the market’s layout but information on all the regular high-level customers.

Knowing this, the Witcher realized this deal probably wasn’t a sham; more likely, his own entry had pried open a crack in the Omniverse Market itself.

At that thought, this scion of a hegemon-grade civilization suddenly felt a new kind of awe.

If this Market Master could so casually restore ten millennia of a seventh-tier Ruler’s lost life, then there was no question—he was facing a being utterly beyond his reach.

He’d often heard Levann rave about the Market Master’s mystical abilities and immense power, though he’d always been skeptical. Seeing it up close, the Truth Witcher now felt a deep change inside.

He hadn’t finished his thoughts when the steady tap—tap—tap of footsteps came again outside.

The Crescent Moon Matriarch, having just left, had returned.

She clutched a precious item in her palm—a Seventh-Grade Moon Spring.

Upon seeing it, the True Spirit Witcher’s eyes gleamed as well.

The Seventh-Grade Moon Spring had arrived. He could barely contain his excitement: what method would this mysterious Market Master use to restore nearly all the depleted vitality of a seventh-tier elf?

If the Market Master could really do it, then should he someday suffer a grave injury, maybe he too could seek sanctuary here.

As the trade completed, Song Chi nonchalantly swept the golden Phoenix Flame, the silver Elf King’s Bow, the Sixth- and Seventh-Grade Moon Springs and other items into his hands. Then with a flick of his wrist—

—In the Exchange Shop, just as Song Chi waved from afar, space shivered in front of the Matriarch. Before she knew it, a pill radiating intoxicating fragrance and covered in intricate runes appeared out of thin air.

The moment she saw the pill, her gaze locked onto it—she had no idea what it was or what it did, but her body surged with a nearly instinctive longing she couldn’t deny.

The Matriarch was utterly certain: this pill would bring her tremendous benefit.

“My lord, does this pill have a name? And what effect does it have?”

Struggling to resist the urge to swallow it whole, she asked her question.

Song Chi offered a direct answer:

[This pill is the Genesis Creation Pill—a rare miracle. It will be immensely beneficial for you!]

With that reassurance, the Matriarch couldn’t hold back any longer. She plucked up the Genesis Creation Pill and swallowed it in one smooth motion.

It didn’t take long before her cheeks flushed with healthy color—the pill’s effects had definitely kicked in.

At the edge of the shop, the True Spirit Witcher pretended to browse the other Oddities, but all his attention was really on the Matriarch, who now sat with eyes screwed tightly shut.

“What kind of pill is that? Her vitality is really coming back at a shocking rate…”

As her peer and with far greater spiritual perception than most, the Witcher had already investigated her true condition.

He knew just how depleted she had been, which made the speed of her recovery all the more incredible.

This was no mere stamina—it was nothing less than recovering the lost life force of a seventh-tier being. Was it really that easy?

For one moment, the Witcher felt like this had to be a dream.

In the Witcher Civilization, restoring a fellow True Spirit Witcher’s life force would require at least an eighth-tier life-element Witcher’s personal intervention.

Because of that, high-ranking life-element Witchers were hot property—sought after by crowds of their peers and always acting arrogant and aloof. Getting their help usually meant endless begging and negotiating, and even then it wasn’t guaranteed.

At that moment, the Witcher found himself thinking those life-element archmages back home weren’t so impressive after all.

Time slipped by. The Matriarch’s vitality grew stronger and stronger—anyone could see her recovery progressing.

But when the first Genesis Creation Pill’s effects finally faded, only about a third of her lost vitality had returned.

After that, Song Chi waved his hand twice more, granting her two more Genesis Creation Pills.

Three pills—slightly more than expected, but still within reason.

Forging these Genesis Creation Pills required three golden fireseed Oddities and only produced ten batches; each batch offered three pills, totaling thirty.

Broken down, one golden fireseed could make exactly ten Genesis Creation Pills. Since the Matriarch had offered up one, receiving three pills wasn’t much.

And after those three, the Matriarch’s vitality was finally fully restored. Both sides were thoroughly satisfied with the transaction.

But before the Matriarch could finish celebrating the return of over a hundred thousand years of lost life, the silent True Spirit Witcher suddenly stepped forward.

“Master of the Omniverse Market—do you have any Genesis Creation Pills left? Would you be willing to sell them separately?”

Watching the Matriarch’s living proof, the Truth Witcher was clearly eager. With its power, the Genesis Creation Pill was as good as a second life in wartime.

How could he not want to stock up on such a peerless medicine?