Chương 373: The Poor Succubus Who Had No Food or Drink

After learning that this place was near Black Iron City, Roland knew that it was not a good place to stay.

She subconsciously raised her hand, habitually charging her spatial ring, preparing to take out some potions to restore her physical condition.

Only then did she realize that she didn't have a spatial ring at all.

The spatial ring is equivalent to an additional subspace, which will conflict with all types of teleportation arrays, making it impossible to pass through the portal, whether in reality or in the game.

This is also why trade between the Dark Underworld and the surface world is difficult.

In other words, all of Roland's current wealth consists of only a thin nightgown and, at most, half a broken earring.

The gemstone on the earring is broken, but the remaining metal is mixed with some precious metals, so it might still be worth some money.

Roland weighed the earrings in her hand and sadly covered her eyes.

"The underground mining industry is thriving; this stuff is probably hard to even exchange for a single gold coin..."

However, she quickly cheered up again.

It's just that we lack money and supplies.

She, Roland, is no small fry!

Deep underground, she has top-tier connections!

Roland confidently extended her finger and touched her neck, squeezing out the last bit of magic and injecting it into the collar mark engraved by the goddess Vina.

The collar brand emitted a faint blue-purple light, and under Roland's mental command, it sent a communication request to Vina.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Roland's expectant expression gradually darkened, and she looked down with a twitching smile.

Unfortunately, the collar brand on her neck couldn't be seen; all that could be seen were her swaying, fair breasts.

There is no doubt that the communication failed.

"What happened?" Roland frowned.

"Could Vina have run into trouble too? She's the goddess of the Night Scholars' Guild, after all!"

Undeterred, Roland continued to try.

The magic in the dark underground is corrupted and recovers extremely slowly.

In addition, Roland was suffering from spatial erosion, which was equivalent to being seriously injured. Therefore, it took her a full hour to gather enough magic to contact Vina again.

However, it still failed.

Vina was like a heartless, unfaithful man who had dumped his lover; there was no response whatsoever, and the communication channel was completely silent.

Roland: "..."

It's alright. Even without that unreliable goddess Vina, she has other ways.

She's a transmigrator with a system!

Roland used her mind to summon the system, intending to find a way to restore her physical condition.

What happened next was even more despairing.

As soon as the system interface opened, a warning popped up, which clearly stated: [To protect players during the spatial turbulence... the system has been damaged and is currently under repair. The Faith Points function is temporarily unavailable. Please wait patiently.]

"Damn it, we can't count on the system either."

After a moment of silence, Roland sat down dejectedly on a large rock.

She retracted what she had said an hour earlier.

I really am just a nobody right now.

A low-level succubus with no money, no resources, and no fighting ability.

Just then, her stomach started rumbling, the sound quite noticeable in the quiet cave environment.

Roland swayed her belly, which only made the sound of sloshing liquid inside, and perhaps a piece of pretty but not filling cream cake had dissolved inside as well.

Heaven knows if it was already digested; the appetite and digestion speed of superhumans are incomparable to those of ordinary people.

So now there's another problem—no food or water.

"Man is made of iron, food is his anus; if you miss a meal, you'll feel hungry."

Roland made up her mind, stood up, patted her dusty nightgown, and stepped out of the cave.

After walking for a full ten minutes through the quiet cave tunnel, Roland finally reached the cave entrance.

Outside lay a gloomy forest, its dark-colored vegetation lush and dense, with fluorescent plants scattered among the grass, creating a unique ecological environment for the underground world.

The sky remained pitch black; after all, the underground world was devoid of sunlight, a paradise for evil creatures like vampires.

Roland climbed up a tree using all four limbs and peered into the distance.

Beyond the forest's edge, a magnificent city stands atop the hillside, brightly lit, like a dazzling pearl emerging from the shadows of the earth.

That place is... Black Iron City.

Having determined her direction, Roland jumped off the tree trunk, flicked her slender heart-shaped tail, and headed headed towards Black Iron City without hesitation.

……

Roland Group.

The group church was in complete chaos today. The maids were running around frantically, searching every corner of the church, even turning over and turning over the baskets of potatoes in the kitchen.

But no matter how hard the maids searched, they couldn't find Roland.

Not even a single fox hair could be found.

On the third floor of the church, a large group of people surrounded Roland's bedroom.

Ms. Tree, Nightingale, Jenny, Renee, Cat MaiMai... basically all the key figures gathered together, their faces solemn as they surrounded the Rolandi bed.

Nightingale, holding her detection tool, scanned the bed inch by inch, but found nothing.

She could only shake her head helplessly.

"We cannot determine Miss Roland's location."

"We can only roughly confirm that she was teleported to the dark underground, but we know nothing about the method of teleportation, the despicable person who did it, or the time of teleportation."

"hateful!"

Ms. Shu slammed her hand on the mattress in anger, her eyes bloodshot.

"What kind of teleportation magic is this?! It can actually penetrate defensive barriers and kidnap people!"

"If I find out which bastard kidnapped Roland, I'll bury him in the ground and whip him with vines for two hundred years, making him wish he were dead!"

"It is Nightingale's suggestion," Nightingale suggested.

"Why don't we seek help from that Saint Thranduil?"

"She seems to be near the Great Rift in Steelcore City, which leads directly underground, making it easier to send out search teams."

"No!"

Ms. Shu quickly retorted.

"The Roland Group has too many secrets. If news of Roland's disappearance gets out, that Serandil will definitely try to take over the group and make it his own."

"Instead of seeking help from Thranduil, we should go to the succubi of Pink Harbor."

"At least those succubi were indebted to Roland and genuinely liked her."

Jenny watched the two arguing, staring blankly at the empty bed, biting her lip so hard that blood seeped out.

Unexpectedly, Roland encountered another crisis just as she embarked on the path to transcendence.

This time, she still couldn't protect Roland.

Utterly incompetent!

No, she had to do something.

Jenny raised her small face, revealing a determined look in her eyes, exuding the aura of the CEO of the Roland Group.

"Miss Tree, Head Maid Nightingale, I believe the most urgent task is to block the news and stabilize the group internally. We must not allow ourselves to fall into disarray."

"We can contact the succubus and try to open a branch office near the Great Rift in Steelcore City. We can use the transportation advantages of the Great Rift to gather intelligence and dispatch search and rescue teams."

"Miss Roland is a very powerful superhuman; she will definitely be safe and sound in the Dark Underground!"

Jenny's tone was very firm.

But in reality, she was more flustered than anyone else, but as a member of the leadership, she absolutely could not show it on the surface.

Stabilizing the group and expanding its influence into the Great Rift is currently the safest option.

Ms. Tree looked at Jenny intently for a long time, then sighed.

"Let's do as Miss Jenny says."

"Roland's disappearance is a fact; we cannot allow the corporation she built to fall into chaos as well."

"To be honest, I left some tricks on Roland, at least enough to confirm that Roland is still alive, but the specifics are unknown."