As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

"Compared to Hades and the others, these are far inferior!" White Clothes shook her head lightly, her gaze sweeping across Dark Hell City, her eyes brimming with overwhelming killing intent:

"James? Whether you are one of those lurking Chess Players or not, touching the forbidden warrants death! Daring to strike against me, you deserve death! This Dark Hell City has no need to exist!"

As White Clothes spoke, she pressed her hands downward, and the rolling white mist descended like the sky collapsing, thunderbolts hurtling towards Dark Hell City.

"This is my territory. It’s not quite appropriate for you to destroy it just like that, is it?" A clear voice rang out.

A teenager, looking no older than in his teens, walked on air, standing beneath the swirling white mist and thunderbolts. The lightning was blocked and dissipated by the white mist.

White Clothes, her aura flickering, disappeared in an instant, reappearing in front of the boy, slightly frowning: "Black Clothes, why are you stopping me?"

"Dolly, this is my healing place! It wouldn’t be good to destroy it, would it? Besides, it’s not just me; Trickster Clothes is also here healing.

We both entered the cycle of reincarnation at the same time and haven’t seen each other for many years. Why don’t we sit down and have a drink together?" At this time, Louis still looked like a child and wasn’t wearing glasses.

"They’re all just bugs!" White Clothes nodded and didn’t insist, descending to the ground.

Black Clothes casually beckoned, and two bottles of wine flew out from the hole created by White Clothes, one landing in his hand and the other flying towards White Clothes.

Louis, with a hearty laugh, gulped down a bottle, saying, "Try this. Although this civilization is weak, it has its merits."

White Clothes didn’t refuse, downing the bottle in her hand, shaking her head: "We’ve encountered countless civilizations in the universe, and this isn’t the first time we’ve encountered a spiritual civilization. Take, for example, the Goruya civilization, with trillions of people but only one main consciousness, incredibly powerful!

Strictly speaking, my father is also a kind of spiritual civilization. This civilization indulges in pleasure, which is really a waste! The universe is not a scenic place of mountains and rivers. Even without us, such a civilization would eventually be wiped out by others."

"You’re right!" Louis didn’t argue, summoning two more bottles of fine wine, opening one, and asking, "Did you find those Chess Players we’ve been looking for during your reincarnation in the real world?"

"No clue! This James should be one of them. I thought killing James would draw them out..." White Clothes said, glancing at James’s fallen body below and sighing, "Unexpectedly, those people remained indifferent. Instead, they brought you out!

Where is Blood Clothes? That traitor, fleeing with these ants, forced me to awaken prematurely, not completely erasing the foreign obsession in my body."

"Knowing you were coming, she naturally hid away. I am here at her behest, not only to preserve Dark Hell but also to protect James’s corpse. I hope you can show mercy.

After all, those people are secretive in their actions, and we have been searching for so long without results. This chess piece is probably just being manipulated, perhaps not even aware of what he’s doing," Black Clothes spoke.

"You would help that traitor?" White Clothes’s eyes flashed dangerously, fixing her gaze on Black Clothes: "Among the guardians, I am the lead, and you are the support. It’s one thing not to execute a traitor, but to help her? You should know what her end will be!"

Black Clothes nodded: "I am aware. Blood Clothes and Purple Clothes betrayed our father, and in the end, they cannot escape death. But... we have spent countless years together in the cosmos. Let them enjoy a normal life in peace. Aren’t we enjoying that as well?"

"That’s you!" White Clothes’s tone was icy, devoid of emotion: "Black Clothes, let me warn you. You know what kind of existence our father is. I was born to protect him. If you dare betray, I will execute you myself!"

"I know! Since we have already mastered the devouring system, why not directly summon our father to consume this world? Blood Clothes and Purple Clothes will naturally return then," Black Clothes said with a smile.

"No!" This time, White Clothes shook her head: "We must find those Chess Players. There are countless civilizations in the universe, and I feel this world is not so simple. Even the Earth where I was reincarnated has many peculiarities.

It seems to be not a real world but made of some kind of energy. If we don’t find them, it will always be a hidden danger.

If we can find these threats, we can turn this world into a farm. Using this system, we can continuously provide power, not just consume it once. Purple Clothes and Blood Clothes can be stripped of their guardian status and spend the rest of their lives here as ordinary people."

"What a scheme! Do you have a plan, sister?" Black Clothes praised and asked.

"Simple, wait!" White Clothes didn’t hide her intentions, pointing to James’s corpse below: "This person seems to be just a pawn, and other pieces will definitely appear. Refining Ghost Pills is to give ordinary ghosts the power of the forbidden and then confront us!

Unfortunately, they can’t even dream of what we truly are. Let’s give them hope and when the time comes, we’ll eliminate their pieces, forcing those Chess Players out.

Then this world will be completely under our control! If anything unexpected happens, we can just let our father consume this world, and if we encounter human civilizations in the future, we can create our own farm."

"Absolutely!" Black Clothes nodded vigorously, praising sincerely: "Great idea, fantastic strategy! Let’s do it this way! It’s a must!"

Black Clothes’ appearance wasn’t just to save James’s corpse. More importantly, it was to buy time and ensure the second phase of the plan worked, preventing White Clothes from rashly destroying the world.

Although the Horror World is a virtual realm, it’s not merely based on programming but a combination of spiritual power and programming. If the Horror World is overwhelmed by devouring energy, it could completely collapse.

Louis was pondering how to persuade White Clothes, but before he could speak, she had already figured out a strategy. Indeed, a great plan! They must proceed this way!

The two sat on the rooftop of the Fierce Ghost Apartment, drinking and chatting. After some time, White Clothes stood up and said, "It’s getting late, and the foreign obsession within me hasn’t been fully eliminated. I only awakened temporarily. Keep an eye on things here!"

"Rest assured!" Louis immediately guaranteed: "I’ll make sure everything is fine here, no accidents with me around!"

White Clothes didn’t doubt him for a second. With a wave of her hand, space in front of her tore open, and she stepped through and left.

"You can come up now!" Louis called down to the others as soon as White Clothes disappeared.

Shortly after, Blood Clothes, Trickster Clothes, and Purple Clothes came up.

"How did it go? Did you complete the task Alexander assigned?" Blood Clothes eagerly asked as soon as she arrived.

To avoid detection by White Clothes, they had been hiding below, restraining their presence and not even daring to check the situation.

"Of course, don’t worry! Not only will White Clothes not act now, but she’s also waiting for Alexander’s next reincarnation.

As long as those people behind the scenes don’t show up, delaying until the final battle won’t be hard," Louis replied.

"Black Clothes, how did you manage it? Convincing White Clothes isn’t easy! I thought at best you could delay for a few years and then figure out something, but you solved it all!" Blood Clothes was shocked and asked in surprise.

"Um..." Black Clothes felt a bit awkward. She couldn’t very well say she hadn’t done anything and that White Clothes had figured it out on her own. That would be too embarrassing!

So, she patted her chest confidently and said, "No big deal, no accidents with me around!"

Everyone was greatly impressed, giving thumbs up to Black Clothes, faces full of admiration.