Unholy Player Chapter 488 Growing Legend

The shop owner was in the middle of a bow when she suddenly stood upright, as if a sharp realization had just hit her. "Can you please wait a second?"

Without staying for an answer, she dashed toward a small door at the rear of the shop, her movements agile and swift. Moments later, she reappeared at a run, clutching a small figure crafted from cloth and wood.

The craftsmanship of the doll was exceptional.

Compared to the other wares on the shelves, this piece appeared to be the most intricate and labor-intensive, resembling a personal masterpiece of her collection.

It was a miniature human form featuring unruly black hair made from fine threads, dressed in a tiny, perfectly fitted all-black ensemble.

The most breathtaking feature, however, was the pair of pure white wings extended to both sides. The feathers appeared so authentic they almost shimmered under the shop's dim glow.

"Why does the figure look familiar?"

Niva's eyebrow arched as she spoke. A sense of recognition nagged at her, though she couldn't quite place the image. Her gaze flickered between the small doll and the image of her brother held in her memories.

Vesha’s grin grew wider. Turning slightly to address the group, she explained, "It's Lord Adyr's figure."

Based on her casual tone, it was evident that this wasn't the first time she had encountered such a doll.

In truth, she possessed an entire set of these figures back in her room within the Velari kingdom, displayed inside a showcase cabinet like a cherished private collection.

Noticing their stunned expressions, Vesha continued, "Lord Adyr is deeply beloved by my people. These dolls are merely one way they express their devotion and gratitude toward him."

She further revealed that a grand mansion had been recently erected in the heart of the kingdom in Adyr's honor.

A massive statue carved in his likeness stood before it, tall enough to be seen from a distance—a silent sentinel watching over the land.

Vesha elaborated on the various plays, songs, and festivals dedicated to him throughout the realm. While these were mere outward displays of his influence, they demonstrated how profoundly he had integrated into the culture and hearts of the Velari people.

Niva and Marielle traded a long, silent look, their faces mirroring a mixture of shock and disbelief.

It was only at this moment that they began to realize the extent of his activities in this world and the magnitude of what he had achieved while they weren't watching. Vivienne, however, stayed quiet. She merely observed, noting every detail and movement with an expression that was impossible to read.

After a brief conversation, the woman insisted that they take the figure as a gift, along with several other charming dolls that had piqued Niva's interest.

Ultimately, the shopkeeper refused any attempt at payment with a resolute shake of her head. She remained unmoved by their persistence, appearing indifferent to whether the people in front of her were of royal lineage or not.

Eventually, they exited the first shop of their tour, carrying cloth bags that rustled softly with every step they took.

The moment they crossed the threshold, two human attendants approached them, bowing with professional grace. "Please, allow us to carry those for you."

Niva was momentarily startled. She hadn't even noticed the pair trailing them from a discreet distance.

Once she realized they were there to assist, she passed her bags over. "Thank you."

A quiet thought drifted through her mind: Is this what it feels like to be a person of importance?

The sensation was entirely foreign to her, but it was undeniably pleasant.

For someone who had spent the majority of her life in forced isolation without even a normal school experience, this level of service felt odd yet rewarding.

They continued their walk with Vesha acting as their guide.

They entered numerous other shops, leaving each one with additional free gifts from owners who were eager to please once they learned these guests were acquaintances of Adyr. Their arms were constantly being filled with new items.

They also visited several human-run establishments.

Even though the goods there were more familiar and less exotic, they still didn't leave empty-handed. Humans who identified them as the mother and sister of Adyr showed them even greater warmth, treating them like legendary figures from a storybook.

Every human transported from Earth to Beyond had been meticulously chosen.

They possessed backgrounds and surnames proving they carried mutant genes, and they were well-connected within their own circles. Consequently, it wasn't shocking that they could recognize Adyr’s family through shared intelligence and reports.

During their stroll, they also encountered zealots and fanatical devotees of Adyr.

These individuals treated the women like queens or goddesses, resembling cult members greeting holy icons.

The intense stares and overzealous devotion made Niva and Marielle feel visibly awkward.

To Vesha, however, the scene looked perfectly normal. In her view, such behavior from humans recognizing their superiors was exactly what was expected given their high status.

"I wonder how my brother would walk these streets," Niva whispered under her breath as she handed more bags to the attendants. Her voice was low, as if she were speaking only to herself.

She didn't imagine him being swarmed by fans seeking selfies or hugs like a common idol.

Instead, her imagination painted a different picture: people kneeling on the cobblestones to kiss his boots. It was a vision of silent, fearful veneration rather than loud praise.

Just as she was beginning to feel the mental strain of the tour, her eyes locked onto a figure ahead—someone moving effortlessly through the crowd who seemed to stand out with every stride.

"Wow, who is she?" She questioned Vesha, drawing the attention of the entire group toward the woman walking casually in the distance.

The woman was a breathtaking beauty.

Her fair skin and silver hair were highlighted by a sleek, one-piece black dress that clung to her graceful frame. She moved with the poise of a high-end model on a catwalk, effortlessly capturing the gaze of everyone nearby without even trying.