Is Laura the Goddess of Wealth?

"This is a cell phone, right?"

A bold idea popped into Roland's mind. She found another spare magic drawing board in her desk drawer and drew a new magic circle connecting to the divine kingdom, just like before.

Of course, it's the kind without core permissions.

This thing is mainly used to verify whether information can be exchanged with other devices.

The result is not ideal.

The good news is that she seems to have actually managed to create an otherworldly network server, with two magical canvases painted with connecting magic circles that can communicate with each other.

The bad news is that the technology is far too crude.

The mere two devices were enough to put pressure on the Kingdom of God.

Furthermore, issues such as message crosstalk, magic failure, projection flickering, pattern overheating, and magic crystal explosion may occur.

Even ignoring the above shortcomings, these two items are only equivalent to high-level communication magic items.

Considering the divine power that Roland consumed when setting up the magic circle, the cost-effectiveness has already plummeted to rock bottom.

If it were an ordinary superhuman in this world, they might regard it as an obscure and novel piece of equipment and then leave it to gather dust on a bookshelf.

But Roland is a time traveler.

Or perhaps a time traveler from the internet age.

She immediately recognized the potential of this technology, gripping the edge of the magic drawing board tightly with her fingers, her eyes filled with excitement.

During the years she traveled through time, she often reminisced about her days of entertainment on Earth.

Although life on Earth is somewhat ordinary, somewhat powerless, somewhat filled with internship layoffs, somewhat labor dispatch, and also somewhat about cost reduction and efficiency improvement, working overtime in the middle of the night, and performance bonuses evaporating...

However, in terms of entertainment, it is indeed much more exciting than the other world where you can only drink and create people at night.

If we can continue to improve this alternate-world version of internet technology, we might be able to recreate the online life on Earth.

"Wait, I don't think I know how to optimize magic circles?"

Roland froze, her gaze shifting downwards to the back of the magic drawing board. The rough and ugly magic circle was slowly emitting a faint glow, its power fluctuating up and down, showcasing the creator's unrestrained and wild technique.

Most of His magic was learned through a systematic process.

In terms of magical skill, she is at most at the level of an ordinary intermediate-level superhuman.

It may sound a bit low-class, but to reach this level in just a few years is already a remarkable talent.

However, to optimize the magic circle, the knowledge level of an intermediate-level superhuman is clearly not enough.

……

After several days of trying and refusing to believe it, Roland completely gave up on her idea of ​​optimizing the magic circle.

The help system also failed.

This stitched magic circle, created by accident, is so bizarre that even the system can't recognize it.

The system could only hastily assign a name like "God Kingdom Server" before shutting itself off and going into a dead state.

Left with no other option, Roland began to seek support from the outside world, planning to find a "devout person" skilled in magic and bring him to the divine realm to work for her.

And the Gray Gold family happens to have such a talent.

……

The small courtyard outside the Temple of the God of Wealth.

Dura's body slowly materialized in the center of the courtyard. Unlike usual, less than a meter to her left, another slightly taller figure was also materializing.

The phrase "slightly tall" here refers to the "tall" stature among the gray dwarves; in human eyes, she would still only be considered a large loli.

Or rather, a girl's physique.

Regardless of the reason, relying solely on visual judgment can easily lead to misjudging someone's age.

Since it was her first time "ascending to the divine realm," it took the slightly tall gray dwarf woman about five minutes for her body to fully materialize.

"Oh my god... this is the goddess's kingdom!"

The gray-skinned toes lightly touched the golden floor, and the tall gray dwarf's body immediately trembled. He knelt down with a fanatical expression, reached out and stroked the warm, smooth golden floor, and exclaimed excitedly.

"I can hardly believe it! I actually have the opportunity to ascend to the divine realm and meet the Goddess... Thank you for your mercy, Goddess! My life has truly been worthwhile!"

"Thank you so much for your introduction, Miss! MUA~"

The tall, grey dwarf woman kissed the golden ground fiercely, completely disregarding the fact that the floor tiles in front of her might have been stepped on by Roland in her stockings.

Dula looked at her companion's actions, her tone filled with helplessness.

"Miss Onio, please calm down. Do you really want to meet the goddess in such a disgraceful state?"

Miss Onio, a powerful mage of the Grey Gold family, may not be considered strong in combat, but she is extremely skilled in magic arrays.

Most importantly, she is an extremely fervent believer in the goddess of wealth.

Her fanaticism was so intense that she would retaliate with a heavy punch and give her younger sister a good beating for any disrespectful remarks she might make about her goddess.

The faith array previously used to awaken the Goddess of Wealth was set up under her direction.

Upon hearing Dura's reminder, Onio shuddered and jumped up from the ground like a toad, straightened up, dusted off her knees, and pretended to be a normal person who had nothing to do.

However, the flush of excitement on her face was hard to fade, and some clues could still be vaguely detected.

She looked down at her naked body, her medium-sized breasts exposed to the air, which seemed a little too cool, and couldn't help but purse her lips.

"Miss, why don't we find some clothes to wear first? It doesn't seem very dignified to go to see the goddess naked."

"You don't need to worry about that. We're coming up in spirit form, so naturally we don't have clothes... Besides, I've met the Goddess like this the previous two times, and she's never blamed me!"

Dura pouted and put her hands on her hips without any hesitation.

To be fair, it doesn't seem so bad to be intimate with a goddess while naked, especially since the goddess is wearing a revealing bunny girl outfit.

As their skin touched, the sensation of feeling the goddess's body temperature was simply heavenly.

Onio covered her chest shyly, staring hesitantly at the capitalist top hat on Dura's head.

Then why is the young lady still wearing a hat? Is it because of her self-cultivation as a capitalist that even her soul is affected?

After thinking it over, Onio ultimately decided not to ask, lest the young lady think she was being sarcastic.

"Alright, stop being so timid, come with me to meet the goddess."

Dura adjusted her top hat and led the way to the front.

Upon hearing this, Onio immediately abandoned all her questions and eagerly followed behind her young mistress, her steps light as if she were about to jump.

Looking at the happy Onio, and thinking of the current image of the Goddess of Wealth, Dura kindly reminded her.

"Onyo, I hope you won't be too surprised when you meet the goddess, lest you offend our great goddess of wealth."

Onio didn't pay much attention to Durra's reminder.

As a seasoned and fervent believer, she grew up listening to the glorious stories of the Goddess of Wealth. She had thoroughly studied the remaining church scriptures and could recite their contents from memory.

She might be shocked to see the goddess's true face, but she would never offend her.

The young lady's reminder was unnecessary!

Such thoughts came to an abrupt halt the moment he saw Roland on the throne.

Passing through the flowerbeds and palace gates, Onio never imagined that the goddess sitting on the throne was actually the tavern owner she had met before, a low-level succubus that could be found anywhere in the lower city of Black Iron City.

Although He wore the iconic latex stockings and gloves of the Goddess of Wealth, as well as an exquisite crown, His hair color was different from what we see in reality.

But that face, that lewd and eye-catching figure.

The amplitude and rhythm of the heart-shaped tail swaying.

That's clearly Laura!

Onio's mind was in complete chaos. She couldn't decide whether to kneel or stand. Ignoring Dura's earlier warning, she cried out in a terrified voice.

"Miss Laura, what are you doing here!"

"Are you the goddess?"