Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1084: The Replication Process



Immediately, the space where her hand had been split open appeared as though a tear had appeared in the fabric of space. However, instead of an empty void filled with darkness, a brilliant light poured out of the torn space, radiating intensely into the outside world.

Ilse then placed Solara's Divine Eye into the tear.

"What are you doing? Where did it go?" Orion asked, surprised by what he had just witnessed.

"Don't worry, it's safe. I placed it in my vault to expedite the replication process," Ilse replied, calming his concerns.

"Vault?" Orion asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"It's a secured space where I store all my treasures. I've designed it to effortlessly replicate anything of value without expending much energy," Ilse explained.

Hearing Ilse's words, Orion's eyes widened in astonishment. He had never realized Ilse possessed such an incredible ability. "And why didn't you reveal this earlier?" Orion asked, frowning. This would have saved him much earlier if he had known about it.

"You weren't specific. Also, I was still wary about whether you're trustworthy," Ilse replied, biting her lip.

Although Ilse couldn't lie to Orion, her current circumstances naturally influenced her actions. It would have been unnatural for her to place outright trust in Orion and devote herself entirely to ensuring Paradise's stability.

Orion thought for a moment before nodding in understanding. It made sense that Ilse was still cautious, given that her life and death were essentially in his hands. She had survived this long because she was crucial to maintaining the floating island and strengthening its security against any divine beings. To her, Naka might even seem like a fictional entity created to deceive her. Fortunately, she was beginning to trust their words.

"Okay. But make sure this doesn't happen again," Orion said firmly. While he wanted to build a healthy, stable relationship with Ilse, he didn't want to take any chances by allowing inefficiencies or delays.

Hearing Orion's words, Ilse's lips curved into a frown, but she nodded in response.

"How long will it take?" Orion asked, refocusing on her abilities.

"It will be fully replicated in less than an hour," Ilse responded. She could do so at a certain level of strength in an instant; however, due to her current condition, the vault would need to operate independently.

"Okay. In that case, I will let you spend the rest of the time with your children," Orion replied.

Orion was curious about the functions of her vault but understood that Ilse wanted to focus on her immediate concerns. He wasn't worried about the house either, as Ilse had mentioned previously that she could rebuild a proper place for herself.

Ilse nodded in gratitude before turning and walking towards the assembled Prismerions. "You can all raise your heads and follow me. I want to learn more about everything you have gone through in detail," Ilse said, her voice carrying clearly to all of them.

Upon hearing her words, they all stood up individually in anticipation, puzzled about what she meant. They could see that the home was destroyed, and even if it hadn't been, it was still too small to accommodate them all.

Unbothered by their confusion, Ilse turned to face the partly destroyed building and stretched out her right hand to open a straight line through the fabric of space.

This time, the torn space widened, reaching 5m (17 ft) in width. It then expanded gradually in height, and a bright golden light began to pour out intensely.

Initially, Orion and the others thought it was just a ray of intense golden light, but they soon realized it wasn't merely light. Instead, a golden structure was being compressed out of the torn space, defying the natural laws of reality.

It took about thirty seconds for the structure to emerge fully from the torn space. When it was complete, a breathtaking golden palace appeared before them, its dome roof decorated with countless precious stones gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

The grand archway was adorned with rubies, precious gemstones, and beautifully detailed sculptures of mythical sea creatures, majestic phoenixes, formidable dragons, and other fearsome beasts that Orion had never seen before. The palace stood 12 meters (39 ft) high, with a width of 19 meters (62 ft) and a length of 20 meters (65 ft).

The golden palace hovered before them instantly, slowly descending to the ground. As it landed, it crushed the partially destroyed wooden building beneath it, sending splinters flying through the air.

Fortunately, everyone present was strong enough to shield themselves from the debris. The ground trembled slightly as the Golden Palace settled, causing a subtle but noticeable quake.

Ilse approached the grand door, engraved with more fearsome magical beasts and adorned with precious otherworldly gemstones. An aura of invincible pressure emanated from the door, deterring anyone weak from approaching.

The Prismerions felt an overwhelming pressure pressing down on their shoulders. Sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere, Orion, Selene, and the other Divine Apostles frowned as they surveyed their surroundings before refocusing on the magnificent Golden Palace.

Ilse waved her right hand to the side. The oppressive pressure that had filled the surroundings dissipated instantly. Turning to the assembled Prismerions, she said, "Come on, what are you waiting for?" A moment of realization crossed her face as if she had just remembered something. She chuckled lightly before recomposing herself with a soft smile.

"In the times of your ancestors, only a select few were permitted to enter through these doors. But given our current circumstances, I'll make an exception. Everyone should follow me; there's plenty of room, so don't worry," she added, lightly tapping the door with her knuckles.

The two grand doors slowly retracted into the walls, opening the entrance.

Without hesitation, Ilse stepped inside. Selene gave Orion a nod before making her way to the Golden Palace, her steps filled with excitement and anticipation. The assembly of Prismerions followed suit, each entering the door one by one. Within minutes, all three hundred Prismerions had entered the palace.

Just as Orion was about to follow, curious about the palace's interior, the grand doors slammed shut, blocking his entrance.