Third Layer World.
In the depths of the chaotic and twisted starry sky, within a blood-red star domain.
An indescribable, inconceivable existence opened its giant eye, which shone brilliantly like a star, while countless wings behind it stirred, stirring up waves of cosmic storms.
Through the three layers of the world, it cast its gaze directly upon the Earth of the first layer, glancing casually before closing its chaotic, divine eye once more!
The reason this immortal being awakened this time was due to the death of Chisos at the hands of Moro; after all, Chisos was its newly observed descendant, and having died so soon, it had to see what had happened.
Unfortunately, despite observing the situation in the first layer of the world, it found no beings responsible for the death of its descendant, so it chose to return to slumber.
At this moment, Moro, who had narrowly escaped disaster, felt nothing, as if nothing had happened at all.
This situation was largely thanks to the system's concealment and the protection of omnipotence; otherwise, Moro would have ended up transformed into a being neither human nor ghost, an old angel.
After Moro left the battlefield, a fully armed military unit and a group of officially appointed demon hunters arrived at the scene.
However, after a thorough investigation by the demon hunters and the military, the area was sealed off by the authorities.
Moro didn't care about this news; as long as they couldn't trace it back to him, that was enough!
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The next morning, feeling refreshed, Moro hummed a tune while driving with the radiant Penelope into the heart of Texas.
This place was no longer a desolate desert but a vast land filled with pastoral charm.
As they sped along the highway, Moro saw many crops and farms, mostly growing corn, pumpkins, sorghum, cotton, and other produce.
Moreover, since it was the autumn harvest season, the fragrance of the cornfields made the air much fresher!
Along the way, Moro and Penelope chatted a lot; this time, their conversation was sincere rather than mixed with half-truths, allowing Moro to understand Penelope better.
Although Penelope's life experiences were not as exciting as Moro's, they were still much more thrilling than the average person's.
She grew up in New Mexico without a father, only a mother who was a stripper and fond of marijuana, so her childhood was not happy.
Penelope survived by her own cunning, stealing and deceiving to get money and food; after all, relying on a long-time marijuana addict to raise a child was simply a joke.
In such a day-to-day survival situation, Penelope honed her "skills"!
For instance, she learned dance moves and "riding" skills by secretly watching her mother, flirtation techniques from peers and creepy uncles, thieving skills from petty theft, and even some lock-picking skills—truly a mixed bag.
The reason Penelope loved money so much was that she had been terrified of poverty as a child, having endured the hardship of not knowing where her next meal would come from, which made her keen on stealing and saving money.
When leaving the New Mexico border, Penelope was barely holding on and insisted that Moro go back to retrieve the money she had hidden.
It was understandable that Penelope couldn't let go of that money; after all, nearly $120,000 in cash was indeed a considerable sum.
In contrast to Moro's newfound sympathy for Penelope after learning about her past, Penelope seemed quite indifferent.
According to her, the past was already behind her, and a better future awaited her; at least, things couldn't get worse than not knowing where her next meal would come from!
After hearing Penelope's convoluted story, Moro was then pressed to share his own past.
Speaking of which, Moro's life had been mostly smooth sailing except for some bumps in the year his parents passed away.
This kind of smooth life made Penelope quite envious; as for Moro's other women, she was quite open-minded about it.
After all, as a maid, she would never be the boss, so there was nothing for her to fight over; she could just lie back and enjoy life!
After sharing their past experiences, Moro mentioned that she could take a train directly to Washington, D.C. from the city.
Having experienced the Chisos incident, Penelope immediately agreed.
Although she also wanted to have a honeymoon-like road trip with Moro, what happened yesterday had truly shattered her worldview, so she decided to return to Moro's home to take a breather first.
Thus, Moro took Penelope to a train station in the heart of Texas.
Upon entering the station, Moro bought a ticket for Penelope and gave her a card along with some cash. Amidst Penelope's bold farewell kiss and the envious gazes of those around them, Moro stood in place watching her board the train.
After the train left, Moro finally exited the station and drove away.
Although Penelope was his maid, Moro would never truly treat her as a slave; he genuinely liked this strong, resilient, and clever girl.
After sending Penelope off, Moro continued driving along the highway, doing so purely to gain experience.
After all, staying in Washington, D.C., he hardly encountered anything particularly powerful, and his experience points were growing as slowly as a turtle; he would have to rely on his own cultivation for that.
So, after confirming that road trips could lead to more plot developments, Moro prepared to continue driving back to Washington, D.C.
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After driving steadily along the highway for nearly four to five hours, it was now a little past three in the afternoon.
During this time, Moro hadn't eaten or drunk anything; for someone at the fifth level like him, food and water were now merely for enjoyment.
At least for him, by the third level, his body had already completed the energy cycle, reaching the point of fasting.
As for enjoying good food, America was truly a culinary desert; even the restaurants in Chinatown served modified dishes.
Moro had to endure the overly sweet taste, struggling to swallow; since then, he hadn't eaten anything that required much culinary skill, mostly just simple ramen and stir-fried meat.
Just as Moro was contemplating whether to stop in town for a bite, a tall figure around the corner caught his eye.
With long, wavy golden-brown hair, standing about 1.8 meters tall, fair skin, delicate features, and especially a pair of full breasts that stood out, her smooth and powerful legs were also exceptionally long.
This girl by the roadside reminded Moro of Heather Miller, who was still in Washington, D.C.
She looked too much like her; height, figure, and facial features had about 95% similarity, and this was just a small town in Texas, plus it was so close to Heather's hometown of Dublin, it was likely this girl was related to the Sawyer family.
Thinking of this, Moro slowly drove closer and asked the girl, surrounded by bags, "Hey, miss, is there anything I can help you with?"
The girl, taken aback by the handsome stranger's question, quickly lowered her head, burying her gaze in the "abyss," and shyly replied, "Th-thank you for your kindness, sir, but it's okay, my uncle will be here to pick me up soon."
After saying that, the girl, having waited alone for a long time, thought for a moment and added, "Sir, are you from this town? Do you know Jonathan Miller? If you do, please help me contact him; my phone is dead, and I can't reach my uncle."
As she spoke, the girl sincerely handed her phone to Moro, indicating that she wasn't lying.
Moro took the phone, glanced at it, and then handed it back to the girl.
This new model phone, along with her fashionable clothes and melancholic aura, made Moro certain that this girl was likely Allison Miller, who had just lost her family.
She was the protagonist in the shadow of death, a classic case of a good person not getting rewarded; although this movie was quite niche, judging by the protagonist Allison's looks, it was still a decent film for leisure!
However, Moro remembered that the little boy in that movie and the psychopathic killer had a somewhat cult-like vibe; he wondered if this guy could bring him any surprises.
"I'm sorry, miss, I'm a road trip enthusiast, not a resident of this town, but if you have your uncle's number, I can help you call him."
"It's okay, sir, thank you so much for helping me with this."
Allison forced a smile that was somewhat acceptable, thanked Moro, and then recited her uncle Jonathan's phone number to him.
Following Allison's number, Moro quickly dialed the phone, and soon a deep voice came through.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Hi, I met your niece by the roadside; she's been waiting for you here for a long time, and her phone is dead, so I helped her make this call."
Upon hearing Moro's words, Jonathan's tone turned grateful and anxious as he said, "Thank you so much, sir; could you let me speak to Allison for a moment?"
"No problem."
With that, Moro handed the phone to Allison.
Allison took the phone, politely bowed slightly to Moro, and her suspender dress under the green trench coat inadvertently showcased her impressive figure.
Moro merely glanced at her before shifting his gaze elsewhere, while Allison, oblivious, chatted on the phone.
After a few exchanges, Allison returned the phone to Moro, her face flushed with embarrassment as she said, "Um, thank you, sir, but could you do me a favor and take me to my uncle's house? My uncle's car got a flat tire on the way because he accidentally ran over a nail used for renovations."
After all, she had just rejected Moro's kindness, and now asking him for a ride to her uncle's house was indeed quite embarrassing.
Moro, however, didn't think too much about it; what he wanted to clarify most was whether Allison was related to Heather and if that psychopathic killer could conjure up any demons.
"No need to be polite; hop in, and while it's still light out, I'll take you to your uncle's house."
Moro got out of the car to open the door for Allison, also placing her backpack and other items in the car and trunk.
Allison's heart swelled with affection for Moro's gentlemanly behavior, and she had been shyly looking down because she was too bashful to meet the gaze of such a handsome guy.
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