The Cockroach-like Girl Is My Beast

Chapter 663 487: Senran Studio and the Angry Iron Plate _2

At the deepest part of the crack, a giant crystal-like core could vaguely be seen, faintly glowing, seemingly still in operation, with an extremely high temperature that distorted the air around it.

Right in front of this steel giant beast, a woman was kneeling on a piece of animal skin used as a mat, with her back to them.

She had neat black short hair, interspersed with a few striking blue strands, and a pair of pointed ears peeked out from her hair. At this moment, her right hand held a mysterious tool connected to pipes, tapping the pipework inside the split left armor.

It seemed too hot here, and she wore hardly anything that could be considered clothes, more like a few pieces of black rag hastily pulled together to wrap around her body.

——Thus, her body and curves were almost completely exposed to everyone.

Her smooth skin gleamed even under the dim light, dotted with beads of sweat.

From the back, her curves exuded a sense of exotic beauty, with a slender waist abruptly widening into an amazing ratio, her left leg haphazardly wrapped in a few black leather straps, supporting a small tool pouch, pressing the supple flesh of her thigh into an intensely sensual curve.

Her feet were bare, arches forming a graceful arc, toes petite and round.

However, the most noticeable was a thick long, brown snake tail covered in black spots extending from behind her, coiled next to her, smooth and powerful, its tip tapping on the platform beside her.

"Master!"

"Master!!"

Liko shouted vulgarly, "Someone's here! Got guests! Stop looking!!"

Her actions finally ceased.

Then she turned around, revealing the front.

——It was a face that could still be called a girl's, delicate and refined, though smeared with things like machine oil, a bit grimy, yet still distinctly possessed of an uncanny natural beauty.

Her eyes were indigo, large and bright, but they also held traces of inescapable fatigue and bloodshot veins.

A narrow black strip of fabric was wrapped around her chest, tightly binding that well-proportioned softness, barely covering the most crucial part, while a vast area of pale skin from collarbone to abdomen was left exposed in the air without any guard.

A tail.

Pointed ears.

Not a native Blue Star human.

Lin Guang, though he had anticipated it, still instinctively activated the Eye of Omniscience and Omnipotence.

[Species]: Mechanical Priest (Zumama)

[Level]: 50

[Origin]: Terra Continent

[Potential]: Purple Legend

[Attribute]: Steel/Spirit

Vishdair, Chelina, and Lisa almost instinctively looked at Lin Guang, asking with their eyes:

——Terran?

Lin Guang nodded.

——It was indeed her.

Codename [Senran], real name Zumama, a girl from a land called Sargon.

In Future Ark, he was indeed familiar with this character.

Earlier, hearing that user [This User Does Not Exist] on the forum strongly recommended this studio, saying it was most suitable for him, even if he didn't choose it, he should come check it out, he had guessed something.

After all, in Great Xia, Terra creatures were not a secret; they had recorded existence, and his publicly available information made this easy to piece together.

Initially, he even thought he would meet another more skilled forger, more aligned with Great Xia…

"Guest?"

She softly asked, her voice not particularly cold, imbued with warmth but also somehow subtle, as if forcing herself to speak in a tone she was completely unaccustomed to.

Adding to that tired demeanor… it gave off an overall impression of lethargy.

"Master! How many times have I told you! The customer is God, you must smile, smile! Smell out, understand!"

Witnessing this scene, the young girl seemed to panic, bouncing nimbly onto the high platform by treading on the scrap heap, circling behind the girl, forcibly hooking her fingers to shape a smile on her face, then shouting to Lin Guang and the others:

"Dear customers, this is the first time our studio's internal environment is open to outsiders, the master is a bit shy… Just call her Zumama!"

Vishdair couldn't help but speak.

"Never mind all that!"

"Are you Fidia (Serpentfolk)? When did you arrive here, how did you obtain legal status?"

Zumama's eyes brightened slightly.

At that moment, she seemed to finally come around, looking at their appearances, recognizing their identities, and then focusing on Lin Guang, subtly sticking out her tongue as if sensing, sniffing some sort of pheromone, her eyes suddenly showing a little interest.

Before Vishdair could burst out, she opened her mouth to reply: "I came to this world ten years ago, happened to fall near Coastal City, then obtained legal status with the help of my big sister."

Her indigo eyes and tone bore not a hint of concealment, only a trace of reminiscence.

"Huh?"

Question marks popped up over everyone's heads.

"Big sister?"

Zumama tilted her head, seeming to want to explain but somehow not knowing where to start: "Hmm… how to say… in short, big sister is just big sister."

In any case, though they still didn't know who the big sister was, having a benefactor was certain.

Vishdair displayed a displeased expression: "Tch, everyone's luck is so good..."

A Terra Demon Race member even opened a Miracle Master Studio? Thriving business indeed.