Once, I wanted to be a good person

Chapter 804: 198. The Flower God is being a hooligan! (6000 words)

Meanwhile, Fang Ze was still unaware that He Weidao had set a new trap for him and was preparing for another round of testing.

At the moment, he had just returned from Villa No. 8 to his usual residence in Villa No. 1.

Having returned to his villa and just pushed the door open, Fang Ze saw several Different Race maids on the first floor, practicing their punches with great form. It was clear from their actions that they had taken Fang Ze’s words to heart, spending the last couple of days learning Martial Skills from the estate’s instructors, aiming to become Awakeners.

Upon seeing Fang Ze, the Different Race maids quickly stopped their practice, stood up straight, and gave him a slight bow, “Master.”

Fang Ze responded with a grunt and a wave of his hand, instructing them, “Continue your practice. I will wash up and go to sleep by myself tonight.”

Hearing Fang Ze’s words, the Different Race maids glanced at him with gratitude and bowed respectfully again, “Yes, Master.”

Ever since they had arrived at Fang Ze’s place, these Different Race maids had a pleasant life. Not only did they no longer have to live in fear as before, but they also enjoyed freedom and respect.

More importantly, most of the people in Fang Ze’s estate were from Different Races, so the maids didn’t feel out of place here, free from discrimination or covetous gazes. This truly gave them a sense of home, which made them all the more grateful to Fang Ze for providing them with such a life.

As a result, not only did they serve more attentively and thoroughly, but…whenever the opportunity arose, they tried to climb into Fang Ze’s bed and offer themselves to him.

Of course, in the end, Fang Ze chased them all out.

Fang Ze indeed coveted their bodies, but not in that way! Isn’t sacrificing one’s life for another more valuable than offering one’s body?

However, the maids were oblivious to Fang Ze’s cunning. They only knew that Fang Ze did not lust after their attractive figures, which only increased their respect for him.

It can be said that, within the entire estate, aside from Little Grass, they were the most loyal to Fang Ze…not to the Si Family.

After bidding farewell to the maids, Fang Ze went upstairs to his room.

Upon opening the door, Fang Ze saw that the Flower God had, at some point, manifested her form and was now leisurely lying on his bed flipping through a book, with a dish of delectably sweet crystal grapes beside her.

The Flower God casually turned the pages while stretching out her delicate hand to pick a grape, savoring it in her mouth, absorbing its flavor and Plant Essence. Then she would take the tasteless grape out and place it back on the dish.

Fang Ze was momentarily baffled by the sight…

Recalling that he had indeed eaten fruit from that dish after coming home, Fang Ze felt a wave of nausea: no wonder the fruits had been tasteless these past few days! He had thought it was Hei Yu’s poor selection! Now it was clear, this goofball had stealthily sucked away all the flavors!

With that thought, Fang Ze was about to scold the Flower God.

But before he could speak, the Flower God, sitting on the bed, seemed to suddenly sense something and bolted upright.

Then she turned to Fang Ze, sniffed lightly, and her eyes shone brightly.

Before Fang Ze could react, she flashed towards him, pounced on him, then wrapped her arms around him, sniffing him and said, intoxicated, “Oh my, Fang Ze, why is your essence so abundant today? It’s spilling out.”

Fang Ze: ???

Sister, don’t you think that sounds a bit weird?

Thinking this, Fang Ze, as if shaking off some dirt, slapped the Flower God’s phantom form off his body, while asking, “A lot of essence? Are you talking about Plant Essence?”

The Flower God, now on the ground, looked up at Fang Ze with her big eyes and nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes. It feels like it’s at least seven or eight times more than the past few days.”

Fang Ze hesitated for a moment. Today he indeed had contact with Little Grass, but he had been in contact with Little Grass every day before, and the Flower God had never reacted like this.

And…Fang Ze reflected for a moment, he didn’t remember Little Grass upgrading or evolving. So…it wasn’t Little Grass, had he picked up something else somewhere else?

Fang Ze was somewhat puzzled.

As he was still trying to figure it out, the Flower God spoke again. She rose from the ground, floated until she was level with Fang Ze, then said haughtily, “Additionally. Old… The true self has solidified quite a bit by absorbing your essence these past few days. As long as I absorb all of your essence tonight, I should be able to recover a bit of strength.”

The Flower God’s words not only snapped Fang Ze back to his senses but also secretly alarmed him.

The Flower God always thought of Fang Ze as her Believer and relied on him, but Fang Ze knew that he was not only not her Believer but also the one responsible for her fall.

Thus, the Flower God’s recovery of strength was not good news for Fang Ze; it was a crisis that warranted careful attention and possibly pre-emptive planning.

With that thought, Fang Ze was reminded of the one-time use God-Imprisoning Method that Hei Po had told him about.

During this time, Fang Ze had consistently provided Hei Po with resources so that she could work on the God-Imprisoning Method as soon as possible. Hei Po, apart from her daily activities, had indeed been working day and night in the secret chamber. Considering the time, there should be preliminary results by now, right?

Fang Ze felt certain that in the next couple of days, he had to prepare this item in advance to prevent the Flower God from discovering there was something wrong with him after regaining some strength, and then either fleeing or turning against him…