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Novel Sorcerer's Handbook Chapter 157: There Is Also the Sword Princess
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C157: There Is Also the Sword Princess

Chapter 157: There Is Also the Sword Princess

In the study room on the second floor of the villa, Ashe was practically turning
into a treant, like a tombstone of a forest. Each of his branches was as hard as
steel, and every leaf was absorbing his arcane energy.

This was a very powerful miracle from the Sylvan sect. Its notable that the Sylvan
sect has always been known for creation as its main development direction, yet this
miracle was unusually ferocious. Its hard to imagine how many spirits were combined
within it to incorporate binding, killing, and weakening effects all in one.

The over-two-hundred-year-old Sylin was a Two-wing Sorcerer, which wasnt

surprising. The realm of sects was the most ruthless test, acting as a natural
chasm that blocked all the mediocrities without enough talent or opportunities.
Efforts were meaningless to a Sorcerer, as effort was the foundation of a Sorcerer.
However, without talent, no matter how long you live, how diligent, or how
desperate you are, you cant touch the higher scenery.

Although Sylin couldnt see the higher scenery, he had ample time. Therefore, he
could appreciate the towering and ancient trees next to him, the poison stinger of
the bee, the secrecy of the spider, and the hidden threat of the plants.

All resources could be transformed into the power of a Sorcerer, including time.

Ashe didnt look down on Sylin because he was also a Two-wing Sorcerer C neither now
nor in the past. But time wasnt on his side. As time passed, it would be easier for
the Heresy Court to find him. He found in the Canopy that the Heresy Court had
begun a large-scale investigation into the lower areas and the Pig District.

Although Freyas home was a haven of peace, it was also his deathbed.

He had to get the needed intelligence as soon as possible, and Professor Sylin was
his only choice. He knew before he arrived that he had to stake his life. After
all, life was just a more important chip, and you had to bet when it was time to.

Moreover, to him, how important is the chip of life?

This wasnt the gambling game he was familiar with, and the gamblers he was facing
werent familiar either. If it werent for the fear of being picked up by others, he
might have wanted to throw this chip away a long time ago.

Ashe closed his eyelids slightly, as if he were falling asleep.

His voice became loud and steady, as if he were the ruler here: Have you made a
decision then, Professor Sylin?

Sylin circled him, murmuring: Since Heath is no longer here, I naturally dont need
to continue to be loyal to him, nor do I need to carry out his orders. I am now a
free Blood Moon Elf.
But your existence is always a huge threat. No one can guarantee whether Heath will
revive again, returning like a bolt of lightning with mountains of corpses and seas
of blood.

But you wont kill me. Ashe said calmly: After you know that I am not Heath, not
only do you not want to kill me, but you also have to protect my life.

After careful consideration, Ashe knew that he was in no danger at all.

If he were the real Heath, Sylin would have to obey the order to assassinate him,
but Heath also had a way to control Sylin; he was not Heath, and Sylin had been
freed, so naturally, there was no need to kill him.

Perhaps some people will wonder, wouldnt Sylin, who had been enslaved and
controlled by Heath, want to destroy Ashe, who was a stand-in?

Of course not. If Sylin only had thoughts of revenge, he would have crushed him
like a peach just now.

But Sylin was in fear.

Yes. Sylin stopped behind Ashe, his voice trembling: Since Heath wants you dead,
then you have to live, even if you have to live in a pitiful way, even if life is
worse than death, you have to live!

Ashe asked: Do you know why Heath wants to kill me?

I dont know, but considering how weak, ignorant, and insignificant you are, it can
only mean one thing

Sylin walked in front of Ashe, his index finger pointing at Ashes forehead: The
ritual isnt complete yet. Youre not a complete Touch. Youre just a semi-finished
product.

Only by killing you can the ceremony be completed, and Heaths illusion descend upon
this world.

Ashe looked at Sylins fingers, What is Touch? What will happen after I die?

I dont know, I dont know!

Sylin hysterically pulled at his hair, Thats a secret of the Four Pillars, a
ceremony only Heath can fully comprehend! Heath told his followers that he is not
yet the complete Touch. After the ceremony, he will return from suffering, be freed
from honor, fall from the sky, rise from the grave, and become the Touch that
surpasses all! Thenhe will smear the world as he pleases!

It sounds like I will surpass the so-called four-winged sorcerers after the
ceremony, Ashes lips curled slightly, So, if you kill me, will I become an
existencecomparable to the Blood Moon Supreme?

Sylin stared at Ashe with a harsh gaze, You wont have the chance.

Ashe whispered softly, So, youre going to hand me over to the Heresy Court?

No, definitely not. Gerard might kill you, and the Blood Moon Tribunal will take
your life I absolutely cant hand you over! Sylin shook his head vehemently, as if
trying to shake off a fly, The arrogant sacred bloodline only wants to study you,
the stubborn Moonshadow dont care about you at all!

Only I understand your seriousness, only I can handle thisonly me

Sylin whispered demonic words, Cut off your limbs, lock you in a puppet box, and
place you in the deepest basement on the third underground floor, maintaining your
basic life with an infusion tube

Thats right, this was the plan.

Ashes heart remained calm, he was satisfied with Sylins decision. If Sylin really
handed him over to the Heresy Court, Ashe would never be able to escape from prison
again. Even the dumbest prison would know to be wary of his purifying miracle.

Ignoring everything else, just changing the frequency of sending Ashes life signs
from once every ten minutes to once every second would mean that as soon as Ashe
removed the chip, Gerard would be right on his heels.

No matter how many obstacles Sylin added outside, they were not as straightforward
as the chip ban. Ashe didnt care about physical disability, as long as he could
enter the Virtual Realm, he would eventually have the power to break the game.

Moreover, Ashe was not completely devoid of resistance now.

Substitute, sword heart, Slash Me Miracle, these skills that Ashe completely
mastered, he could activate without arcane energy.

But this tree completely restrained his mobility, and his resistance was futile for
now.

The best time for him to escape would be when Sylin was preparing to transport him.
He had followed Gesas here, observing the surrounding security situation. If Sylin
wanted to kill him, he would kill the surrounding guards and draw the hunters over.

The hunters want to kill me, while Sylin wants to save my life. If handled
properly, it could even spark a conflict between Sylin and the hunters. If it
causes mass casualties, I could even exploit Fernand Snows recent speech to ignite
racial conflicts and class contradictions, and then one thought after another spun
to life and died in Ashes mind, quickly forming a rudimentary conspiracy.

The worst-case scenario would be him being imprisoned in a basement, becoming an

immobile, boxed, puppet whose world reduced to a heartbeat.

Ashe was indifferent to the tragic fate he was about to face, not nervous, not
fearful, not excited.

He seemed to have removed himself from this body, quietly watching the fate of Ashe
Heath.

Pain, loneliness, torment, these could not shake his will, because in his world

In his worldthere was also the Swordswoman?

His thoughts broke off here, Ashe jerked up, his pupils regaining their luster.
It was hard to describe the feeling. It was as if Ashe was on the verge of taking
flight, about to transcend this world when suddenly, an unseen string yanked him
down, causing him to crash harshly onto the ground. Then, the sound of air flowing,
the fragrance of earth, the pulsing of his heartbeat, all sensations flooded into
his mind at once.

It was as if Ashe had just awoken from a deep sleep.

At that moment, there were strange noises coming from Sylin.

Sylin Dor, you cant run away any longer, he whispered. You are free now, you cant
avoid it anymore.

An elf pulled a blackwood dagger from a drawer, walked over to Ashe, held the
dagger upside down, and with a gentle push

It pierced his own throat.

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Novel Sorcerer's Handbook Chapter 158: Ritual Miracle – Forbidden Rite of the
Origin of the Virtual Palette
Sorcerer's Handbook
C158: Ritual Miracle – Forbidden Rite of the Origin of the Virtual Palette

Chapter 158: Ritual Miracle – Forbidden Rite of the Origin of the Virtual Palette
Sylin drove the dagger into his throat without piercing the windpipe. Instead, he
drew the dagger downwards to his waist.

He cut through his dense shirt, drawing a straight line of blood that neatly
divided his upper body into two halves.

Ashes face changed, Youve changed your mind.

Yes.

Sylin threw away the dagger, pulled his long hair back to his ears, regained his
elf-like elegance, his expression calm, his voice gentle, Imprisoning you is just
my naive wishful thinking. You are the Touch that Heath summoned with great effort.
You even escaped from Shattered Lake Prison, how could I possibly imprison you?

There are too many accidents in this world. As long as the Four Pillars are still
watching you, accidents are enough to penetrate all my arrangements.

I cant imprison you, I cant kill you, I cant hand you over to the Heresy Court, and
I cant even delay. The power of Touch may allow you to escape at any time.

So, I came to a conclusion.

The elf extended his middle finger and index finger from both hands like hooks,
inserted them into his chest along the blood line he just cut.

It must be now, it must be here, it must be me. Sylin stated calmly, I want to
purify you.
Ashe tilted his head slightly, In my understanding, purification is similar to
healing

Purification means to drive out impurities, destroy invaders, and annihilate

parasites! Sylins green eyes were getting brighter, as if emitting light, And you,
the incomplete Touch that dwells in Heath, are the target to be purified!

I was originally going to use this miracle to destroy Heath but I could never dare
to, I was always afraid, thats why I became Heaths puppet, thats why I made so many
mistakes. Touch, I thank you, you gave me an opportunity to atone.

Ashe squinted his eyes, But wont you kill me this way? Once I die, the ritual will
be completed

Therefore, I used this forbidden miracle.

Sylin was glowing.

His green eyes, his blood, his black hair, his skin, every color on him was glowing
brilliantly, he was just like he had turned into an oil painting.

Not only you, but all the arrangements of the Four Pillars on you, all the marks
engraved by Heath on your body, will be completely banished without a trace.
Everything that does not belong to this body will be thoroughly purified.

Ashe took a deep breath, Sylin, you are just a Two-winged Gold Sorcerer, do you
have such a great ability?

Of course I dont, but the Virtual Realm does.

Sylin suddenly showed a faint smile, You attended my lecture on Ancient Ritual
Factions the day before yesterday, didnt you?

Ashes pupils shrank, Forbidden ritual

There was actually one thing I didnt say at that time. Sylin looked like he was
giving a live lecture, If you force a Two-wing Sorcerer to be a sacrifice by
special means, you can pray for a full strike of a Four-wing Sorcerer at most.

But if a Two-wing Sorcerer voluntarily performs the highest-level forbidden ritual,

this sincerity will be recognized by the Virtual Realm, and even the power beyond
Four-wings can be prayed from the Virtual Realm!

Under the protection of the Blood Moon Supreme, the Four Pillars can give you a
blessing at the Four-wing level at most. Sylin showed a happy smile, Fate still
favors me. In Caimon City, only I can just right remove you, the Touch.

Ashes thoughts turned quickly and hurriedly tried to persuade, We dont have to get
to this point of life and death. Since I now know you are also forced, I wont
bother you anymore in the future. Actually, I plan to leave the Blood Moon Realm,
why dont you help me leave the Blood Moon? This way, when I leave, you dont have to
sacrifice your life, its a win-win for everyone, how about it?

Touch, what do you think I am?

Sylin sneered, President of the Elf Rights Association? Councillor? The hidden
mastermind behind the bandits? A professor? A self-interested scrounger? A cowardly
immortal?

Im 203 years old this year. When I was born, the Blood Moon Tribunal hadnt started
yet; after I came of age, I participated in the foreign hunting festivals; Ive
traveled throughout the Blood Moon Realm, witnessed the destruction of old cities
and the rise of new ones; all the suffering and entertainment in the world, I have
seen and even experienced.

Do you actually think I would hesitate to give up this dying life? There was
mockery in Sylins eyes, If it werent for deaths inability to resist Heaths command,
if it werent for the law prohibiting suicide, I would have long wanted to step into
Blood Moon Heaven!

Ashe was taken aback, Immortality disease? Do you wish for the Lamp of Hope to
extinguish inside of you?

Immortality disease? No, I dont have a Lamp of Hope in my heart, because there is
something warmer and more beautiful than it.

Sylin revealed a smile, behind him was the majestic and beautiful Blood Moon. The
light of the Blood Moon gently draped over him, as if a deity was blessing him.

I have long wanted to perish together with Heath, but I cant resist Heath. I have
always been waiting for this opportunity, I dont seek revenge, I just want to prove

I still deeply love this Blood Moon.

Ritual Miracle Origin Prohibition of Virtual Color Painting.

Sylins hands, penetrated in the middle by a blood line, violently pulled apart, his
chest was torn open like a curtain!

What came into Ashes view was not the fresh red blood and purple guts, but colors!

Vibrant colors, gushing from Sylins chest, flooded Ashe like a river!

The flower language of iron Begonia and lotus is loyalty, he said softly.

At this time, what suddenly came to Ashes mind was Valcas since Sylin wasnt
voluntarily hunting Ashe, why would the failed assassin Valcas be despised and
hated by Sylin?

Sylin didnt despise him because Valcas failed the mission.

He despised him because Valcas wanted to complete the mission!

Just now, Sylin had said that the reward for Valcass mission was reunion with his
biological child.

By accepting the mission, Valcas indicated that he hadnt repented and still wanted
to rebel against the laws of the Blood Moon Realm! For the Blood Moon believer
Sylin, this was an unforgivable mistake laws are the will of the gods, rules are
the desire of the gods, Valcas was tantamount to blaspheming Sylins faith!

In my death, when the skinning twins strip my skin, when the scarlet handmaidens
draw my blood, when the priests of the night shadow sort my bones, when the blessed
angels guide my soul
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Sylin closed his eyes, softly reciting a prayer for himself.

He thought he would see the messenger who would guide him, but what came to his
mind was a sealed page.

A young Sylin sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, watching a baby elf clumsily
crawl towards him, making a gesture to be held. He smiled and held the baby in his
arms, wiping the drool from the babys mouth with a handkerchief.

Read after me, Val-cas.

Valcas?

No, Im not Valcas, Im Sylin.

Sylin?

Yes, you are Valcas, I am Sylin.

Sylin!!~

And I will reunite in the promised land.

With the last splash of color, the elf scholars robe lightly fell onto the carpet,
devoid of its wearer.

The moonlight fell on the pure white fabric, reflecting the purest blood color.

In the vast study, only Ashe Heath was left.

Without the supply of arcane energy, the tree that trapped Ashe quickly wilted and
decayed, turning into fragile debris at a touch.

Ashe looked down at his own hands, his eyes filled with confusion.

It seems Im okay?

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Novel Sorcerer's Handbook Chapter 159: New Job – Socially Unemployed Individual
Sorcerer's Handbook
C159: New Job – Socially Unemployed Individual
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Chapter 159: New Job – Socially Unemployed Individual

Apocalypse Observer

Human-Male-25 years old

Trust Level:
Job: Socially Unemployed Individual

Job Trait: The appetite of spirits is reduced, feeding requirements are reduced by
50%.

Innate Talent-Sorcerer Handbook (Median): Log other operators into the handbook,
the experience gained by other operators will be shared with this character
according to the proportion of Trust Level. The current number of pages in the
handbook is 1/2 (the talent limit can be unlocked after strength improvement).

Personal Skill-Exotic Wandering Soul: Effect unknown.

Silver Blessing: Observers Visage: Your appearance is deceptive, unless you make an
unusual move, others will unconsciously ignore your existence. In the Virtual
Realm, this blessing is strengthened, unless there is intimate trust, others cant
see your face clearly.

Held Items: Honeyed Words, Dagger in Heart, Virtual World Telescope, Alchemists
Refining Bottle.

Controlling Spirits: Sword Heart, Substitute, Circulate, Earth Sword, Wind Barrier

Sword Art Faction: Silver Level

Light Faction: Silver Level

Water Art Faction: Silver Level

Heart Sect: Silver Level

Virtual Realm Exploration: 1.022%

Curse of Knowledge: Whirlpool Venom, Eviction Venom, Golden Fish Secret Poison

Ashe sat in Sylins place, staring at the words floating in mid-air, lost in
thought.

After losing the chip, he naturally couldnt call up the light screen, but the game
Auroras Sorcerer Handbook is not bound to the light screen, but to Ashe.

He could still call up the Sorcerer Handbook interface, but the resolution dropped
from 4K ultra-clear to 360P. Apart from the Sword Princesss portrait becoming a bit
more cartoonish from pure and desire, there was no significant impact.

Although Ashe felt that Sylins miracle had not affected him, when he opened his
operator file, he noticed a change after a while his job had changed from Cult
Leader/Ancient Historian to Socially Unemployed Individual!

But the game did not pop up any prompts, and Ashe had not been paying constant
attention to his status information. After all, the Sword Princesss portrait had
become so cartoonish, he had been too lazy to open the game interface these days,
let alone open his own operator file.

Ashe couldnt determine whether the change in his job was the effect of Sylins
miracle, or the consequence of his jailbreak after all, after his jailbreak, he did
indeed change from a full-board employee of a state-owned unit to a socially
unemployed individual, which makes perfect sense.

After pondering for a moment, Ashe decided to give up thinking about this issue.
However, compared to the useless Cult Leader/Ancient Historian luck check +10 and
ancient relic identification ability +5, the new job trait is clearly much more
practical the feeding cost of spirits is halved!

It seems as if the spirits knew that Ashe had lost his iron rice bowl, so they
happily welcomed the salary reduction I eat very little and am easy to raise.

Closing the game panel, Ashe looked at his resume file.

This is the Ashe-Heath Resume compiled by Sylin, which includes the awards Heath
received in the foster home, middle school, and university, the part-time jobs he
had done, friends evaluations of Heath, Heaths photos at different ages, and even
Heaths Canopy browsing records, which can be described as comprehensive and
detailed.

The file was well organized, reading it didnt feel dull at all, soon Ashe had a
clear picture of Heaths life trajectory in his mind: His talent was judged as elite
level at birth and sent to the city-level demonstrative foster home; He got into
middle school with the 36th place in the entrance exam and entered the History
Department under the Time Department of Caimon Comprehensive University with a
mediocre performance in the college entrance exam; After graduation, he started a
business and began to preach based on a pyramid scheme.

He didnt eat candy, didnt gamble, didnt go to the Tea Caf, nor had he ever worked
part-time at Mud Cafe; his voting record in the Blood Moon Tribunal was zero.

Apart from his apartment and school, Heaths favorite place to go was the
convenience store downstairs. Apart from daily necessities, the most items Heath
purchased were all sorts of books. Ashe noticed several familiar titles in there:
The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind, How to Induce a Virtual Realm Storm with
Bare Hands, Criminal Law. Many friends who knew Heath thought of him as low-profile
(unimpressive), respectful and polite (boring in conversation), strong individual
capability (doesnt socialize).

But there was one thing about Heath that terrified Ashe in Heaths browsing history
on the Canopy, all he found were political, historical, military, sorcerer,
religious, and racial information. There was absolutely no record of browsing any
erotic videos, pictures, or s!

Forget about human females, even if it were a beastman and an ogre, Ashe might not
agree but he could understand. However, there were no such records!

The only thing that could remotely be associated with lust was the rumored female
beastman army, the Tyrant Flower Troop. They were said to go on a mating hunt
during their breeding season, turning captured male beastmen into fuel stations
after chopping off their limbs. They were formidable with terrifying brutality.

But female beastmen Heath couldnt possibly have a truck drivers license, could he?

In conclusion, a fine young man of 25 who didnt indulge in adult content and never
exerted any effort to satisfy his sexual desires, was definitely not a normal
person.

However, the documents also showed that Heath didnt have any abnormal experiences.
It seemed like he had suddenly started a business out of nowhere. The records didnt
mention how Heath had obtained the data on the Four Pillars Religion. Ashe
originally thought that Professor Sylin was the puppet master behind the scenes and
that he had given the information to Heath. But Sylin was only concerned with the
Blood Moon, so it was clearly not the Elves causing trouble.

Ashe found a record highlighted in red by Sylin in the file. It was Heaths leave
record. Eight years ago, when Heath was still a middle school student, he had taken
a half-month study leave, during which there were no eyewitness accounts.

Eight yearseight years ago?

Igor once mentioned that Sylin had participated in archaeological excavations of

ruins eight years ago and had unearthed some ritual texts of the Four Pillars
Religion. However, in the same year, the ruins suffered a Virtual Realm storm,
resulting in the loss of most of the findings.

But Heath was only 17 years old eight years ago

Ashe had thought that he would be able to get revenge this time and solve the
mystery of Heath. However, Heath turned out to be like a matryoshka doll, revealing
another layer as soon as one was removed.

Ashe also had to consider another possibility: Sylin was telling the truth, but
they were all lies to deal with the Heresy Court.

After all, in this world, memory modification existed. Knowing that Heath might
betray him at any moment, Sylin could modify his own memory, blame everything on
Heath, and portray himself as a devout believer who only thought of the country and
the two moons. This was also a possible scenario, and the likelihood was high.

Although the situation was still shrouded in mystery, Ashe decided to temporarily
stop investigating Heaths background. As Heaths number one hater and secret fan,
the information that Sylin had collected was probably the most detailed and
comprehensive to date. This was all there was to Heath in reality.

If Heath did have unknown adventures, they were either in dreams or the Virtual
Realm.

To be honest, Ashe was about to leave the Blood Moon Realm, and no matter how
complicated Heaths background was, it was nothing more than someone elses story to
him.

But Ashe had a strong premonition that even if he left the Blood Moon, Heaths past
would still haunt him like a shadow. It was like seeing an author mention a gun in
a detective story; the gun was bound to go off in the story. Heath had put in so
much effort, surely it wasnt just to send Ashe to enjoy life in Shattered Lake
Prison?

Four Pillars, Heath, Touch, ceremony Ashe noted down these bits of information in
his little notebook. If he didnt run into related characters, fine, but if he did
in the Virtual Realm, they could not blame him for being ruthless together with the
Swordswoman.

Next up was the time to collect the spoils. Ashe rummaged through everything, and
in total, found 4 Gold Coins, 5 Silver Coins, a large number of luxurious items
that looked like they could be sold for money, and 5 spirit cocoons.

This is where the credit currency system destroys the traditional robbery industry.
Although physical currency is still in circulation, the vast majority of people are
accustomed to making payments using Chips and only carry a small amount of
emergency cash in their daily lives.

Sylins total assets were probably calculated in tens of thousands of Gold Coins,
but he only needed to carry a few Gold and Silver Coins to satisfy the feeding of
spirits. There wouldnt be that much cash at home. Compared to these few Gold and
Silver Coins, the luminescent watch that Sylin wore was probably worth more.

Among the 5 spirit cocoons, there were 3 Two-wing spirits, 1 single-wing spirit,
and 1 three-wing spirit! This was an excellent harvest. However, Ashe couldnt bring
himself to be happy.

Because these spirit cocoons had chastity locks.

Due to various trade and other needs, sorcerers invented many ways to seal spirits.
The Glowing Sphere is the most common technique, which directly stuffs the spirit
into the sphere. The spirit enters a dormant state and the feeding frequency
decreases by 70%. Its a good choice to seal it in a Glowing Sphere to reduce
feeding costs when a sorcerer acquires extra spirits but doesnt need them at the
moment.

However, the downside of the Glowing Sphere is also severe. There are no defensive
measures. Once the sphere is damaged, it will cause the spirit to escape.
Furthermore, anyone who gets the sphere can directly control the ownerless spirit.
The spirit in the sphere is like money taken out of the bank, with the possibility
of being stolen or damaged.

The spirit cocoons in front of Ashe are a more advanced sealing method. Spirits
sealed in the cocoon stop all activities, do not need feeding, and most
importantly, there are three wheel locks on them. Only by inputting arcane energy
under the correct password can the spirit cocoon be dissolved.

If the password is wrong, the spirit cocoon will automatically lock and can only be
unlocked by finding the sorcerer who cast the spell. Its said to be a miracle
equivalent to that of the Saint level, so a Two-wing Sorcerer has almost no chance
to violently break it. Even if it can be broken by force, the spirit cocoon will
most likely self-destruct along with the spirit inside.

Perhaps some people find it strange. Is it necessary to use a three-wing Saints

miracle to store spirits? But in a stable civilized society, spirits not only have
use value, but they also have the potential to become luxury items.

The only single-wing spirit in the spirit cocoons is such a luxury item. It looks
like a cicada, with a green exterior hiding a golden interior. This is a Reverse
Moon spirit.

The Reverse Moon is a consumption spirit that will disappear once used. Its effect
is simple return the real state of a designated object to a month ago.

If used on an old sorcerer, the physical state of the sorcerer will return to a
month ago, but the arcane energy, memories, and spirits wrapped in their soul will
not change. That is, it can extend the subjects life by a month to a certain
extent.

Aside from the Reverse Day spirit, which is used as an emergency healing spirit,
the Reverse Moon and Reverse Year spirits are considered side-effect-free life-
extending spirits and are very popular in the market with extremely high prices.
Ashe heard about this from the Sword Princess during casual conversations. In her
words, it was You can really make a fortune by picking up trash in the land of time
spirits.

This Reverse Moon spirit was clearly stored as a gift, and the other spirits should
have a similar purpose. Theres even a dual-winged sword spirit, which is quite
rare. However, after some thought, Ashe made a decision that was contrary to the
principles of the Sword Princess.

Successful recharge! Youve gained 8 points.

Successful recharge! Youve gained 20 points. 3

Successful recharge! Youve gained 40 points.

Spirit cocoons cant be taken away. Theyre too big to fit in a pocket. Even if they
could be moved, Ashe didnt have the means to dissolve them, so feeding them to the
greedy Operator system was the best choice.

But getting only 40 points for a triple-winged spirit is such a rip-off

After another round of searching without finding anything new, Ashe began to comb
through the information Sylin had left behind. To kill Ashe Heath, Sylin must have
racked his brains guessing Heaths escape route, trying to block all possible
loopholes. Therefore

Sylin might have helped him plan the most successful escape route!

Ashe quickly found what he was looking for.

Report of the 49th virtual gateway observation point (Top Secret)

April 21, 1668, 13:11, observed a water surge phenomenon, the other side of the
gateway is an underground river, abandoned.

Report of the 53rd virtual gateway observation point (Top Secret)

April 30, 1668, 17:36, Rabbit returned, the other side of the gateway is a deserted
wilderness, safe, can hold a hunting festival.

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Novel Sorcerer's Handbook Chapter 160: Igor and Emma
Sorcerer's Handbook
C160: Igor and Emma

Chapter 160: Igor and Emma

Cramped, dark, and chaotic.

To Igors right was a large cardboard box filled with more than twenty boxes of
tissues, probably purchased during a big sale. On top of the box was a box-type
heater and various other household items not currently in use. To his left was a
tightly shut door.

This was a storage room, and it had been his dwelling for the past five days.

The obvious feeling of hunger in his stomach indicated that it was around 6 in the
evening, and Emma should be back soon to feed him.
Reflecting on his life over the past few days, Igor couldnt help but sigh. Although
he had achieved his goal, managing to remain unharmed under the extensive search
and pursuit of the Heresy Court, the way he accomplished this was somewhat
specialhe had been kept by Emma like a dog for these days.

Literally a dog, Igor tugged at the collar around his neck, feeling an inexplicable
sense of irony.

He had finally managed to remove the chip collar from the back of his neck for the
sake of freedom, but now, for the same reason, he willingly wore a real collar.

As for why Emma Lekthas, a hunter of the Heresy Court, was willing to shelter him,
the story traced back to three years ago, when Igor was working part-time at the
Mud Cafe.

Although males with the Charming Baby Bloodline often worked part-time at the Mud
Cafe much like Ogres who had regular jobs would paint oil paintings after work Igor
rarely did so. Mainly because working as a Mud Worker was too slow in terms of
income; scamming was much more satisfying.

When Igor was willing to work part-time at the Mud Cafe, it could only mean one
thing: the cafe could facilitate his fraudulent business.

The Gambling Color Apocalypse was exactly such a place. It was a Mud Cafe/Tea Caf
dual operation. One might think it was a casino from its name, and in fact, it was.
Customers had to purchase initial chips with real money to participate in various
gambling activities.

What set it apart from other casinos was what they gambleddomination time.

Customers could freely find a dealer they liked to gamble with, and both parties
could use 60-minute chips. If a customer won all 60 minutes from a dealer, it meant
they could command the dealer for 60 minutes, and the dealer had to comply with the
customers requests. Conversely, if the dealer won the customers 60 minutes, the
dealer could command the customer for that amount of time.

Yes, regardless of win or loss, dealers would have fun with the customers, because
the customers chips were bought with real money. They wouldnt let the customers go
home with a confused face, a shop that didnt respect the customers demands would
surely go out of business.

In simple terms, it was a Mud Cafe/Tea Caf that capitalized on gambling, but its
business was much better than other themed shops in the same industryreality proved
that gambling was always the mechanism that could best stimulate human impulses.
Winning customers were elated, and losing customers, after being played by the
dealer, would be fired up with a competitive spirit, ready to take on more
challenges. The shop had many repeat customers.

The reason Igor worked part-time there was precisely because of the domination
time. He would specifically target rich women, actively approach them, seduce them
into challenges, and then win their 60 minutes.

Once in the private rooms, under the guise of domination time, Igor could make the
rich women swear oaths to him, like be good to me for a lifetime or give me your
most precious things.
The women, thinking it was a special fetish of the dealer, would readily agree.
Then they would be bound by Igors contract spirit to keep their words. They had to
keep their oaths, and couldnt even call the police, because that wouldnt be being
good to Igor for a lifetime.

These customers were not only conned out of all their wealth by Igor, but he also
refused to mate with them, which was quite unprofessional.

Besides wealthy women, occasionally wealthy men would seek out Igor of their own
accord. Igor would graciously accept them all, even making them swear oaths like
not to have sexual desires for anyone other than me, thereby helping them
thoroughly cure their human weakness of being tricked by beauty.

In this way, Igor swindled money but not affection, greatly promoting the
redistribution of social wealth with this part-time job. The efficiency even
surpassed his full-time job for a time. However, the phrase smooth sailing never
appears in the life of a Trickster. One night, Igor encountered Emma.

To gain control, Igor, who had a high winning rate, quickly won the title of
Gambling King in the shop. Therefore, there were those who didnt covet Igors body,
but simply wanted to compete with him for gambling skills. Emma was one of them.

When Emma entered the shop, she did not hide her Moonshadow characteristics.
Initially, Igor didnt want to provoke this privileged class, but Emma specifically
requested him, and others did not want to compete with the Moonshadow. Thus, Igor
had no choice but to serve.

Emmas gambling skills were good, but in addition to his own skills, Igor, as a
Trickster, had a deep understanding of human nature. This was his secret to
winning. When Igor unsurprisingly defeated Emma, he had already decided not to lay
a finger on her, simply performing his job at the Mud Cafe as though he was bitten
by a dog.

However, Emma was not willing to admit defeat. She insisted on continuing to
gamble, even repurchasing chips. Multiple chip purchases were allowed. To encourage
customer spending, if a customer bought N times the chips, the Dealer had to
provide N times the service time, regardless of whether they won or lost.

Before the second round of gambling, Igor inexplicably asked Emma, If I win, can I
make a wish that lasts 120 minutes?

No problem.

The contract was established.

Unlike ordinary contracts, Igor proposed a quantity limit (one) and a time limit
(120 minutes). The more restrictions a contract stipulates, the stronger its
effect. After all, the other party was of the Moonshadow. Igors typical overbearing
contracts that purely exploit others could potentially fail.

But when Emma lost 300 minutes, things started to take a subtle turn. She seemed to
have received an urgent message and left the Gambling Color Apocalypse directly.
Igor soon found out that Emma was a Blood Mad Hunter.

He immediately realized that he held a potentially valuable wish.

Thereafter, Emma often came to the shop to gamble with Igor, switching between
various gambling tools and methods. Emma won occasionally, but generally, Igor
dominated. The time limit of this wish, after being accumulated multiple times,
amounted to 9000 minutes.

Just as Igor was considering how to maximize the benefits of this wish, the Heresy
Court arrested him in the Gambling Color Apocalypse.

So thats why Emma kept gambling with him, and why she never suggested entering the
gambling settlement phase.

High-end Blood Mad Hunters often appear as prey in front of Tricksters.

Because it was a sudden arrest, Igor had no time to modify his memories. When the
Memory Master searched, oh ho, so youve committed so many fraud cases, enjoy your
time in the shattered lake.

Although he was arrested, his contract with Emma was still valid. The Virtual Realm
is the longest witness.

So after breaking out of jail, Igor went straight to Emmas house and began his
revenge on her, who was wearing pajamas: I command you to help me escape from the
Blood Moon Realm.

Although it was a single wish, it could be broken down into three parts:

Providing Igor with a safe place to live and food;

Not revealing any information about Igor;

Helping Igor gather information.

Emma fulfilled all of them.

Therefore, Igor remained in this cramped storage room, waiting every day for Emma
to come home to feed him. He couldnt even say that Emma had broken the contractthe
most it could be was that she fulfilled his requirements in the most humiliating
way possible.

Click.

It was the sound of a key opening the door. Emma was home.

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The living room was filled with the upbeat melodies of pop music. Emma had a
peculiar taste, enjoying these boisterous tunes. Even worse was her singing along
in her less-than-stellar voice, an act that felt like a double taboo.

No one can share this with me, hiding in the quilt, playing~
With a clatter, the door to the storeroom opened. Emma, who was just singing,
immediately put on a straight face and silently placed two plates in front of Igor.

On the left plate was dog food, and on the right, clear water.

Igor looked up at Emma, timidly raised his right hand, to which Emma nodded, and he
rushed off to the washroom.

When he returned, he obediently lay on the floor, eating just like a pet. Igor
didnt feel any psychological pressure from this kind of humiliation that didnt
touch his interests. It was unable to scratch the soul of the Trickster.

However, Emma was quite satisfied, crouching next to him and saying, I found some
information. Observation Point 53 has been confirmed as a complete virtual gateway.

Igor looked up sharply, Then

SMACK!

Emma suddenly slapped Igors head hard, creating a loud noise. Her pretty and cute
face was covered in shadow, appearing fierce and violent.

Igor obediently raised his hand, and Emma immediately broke into a smile, You can
speak.

When will the first exploration of Observation Point 53 take place?

Tonight, 0 oclock on May 2nd, when the Blood Moon dims. Emma said, The Lakeview War
Zone has transferred a group of adventurers over there. Ive prepared the
Adventurers Standard Outfit and a bicycle for you. There are still 5 hours before
midnight. You have enough time to get there. As for whether you can blend into the
team of adventurers, its up to you.

Igor was taken aback. He felt that Emma would help him, but he didnt expect her to
arrange everything so perfectly.

Whether it was living in the storeroom, eating dog food, or wearing a collar, Igor
could resist. But he chose to appease Emma because she was his hope to escape from
the Blood Moon. Offending her would only hasten his own doom.

Not to mention information about Observation Point 53. Although Emma had to tell
Igor due to contractual limitations, the timing was at her discretion.

If Emma told Igor at 11 oclock, he would miss the best opportunity to escapethe
first wave of exploration of the virtual gateway. This would be the time with the
most loopholes and the easiest to blend in!

Emma not only informed Igor in time but also helped him prepare to blend into the
team of adventurers. Igor couldnt help but feel touched, Thank you, thank you for
helping me so much.

Emma was slightly surprised, then showed a sweet smile, her wolf tail wagging
triumphantly, Youre welcome!

Suddenly, she pulled Igor up, Come on, lets eat.

Ah? Igor looked at the dog food in the plate, Am I not supposed to eat this?
Good kids dont need to eat snacks. Emma let him sit down, Ill make something
delicious for you.

Although she said that, Emmas cooking skills only went as far as I know how to use
this kitchen utensil. She took out some semi-cooked food from the fridge, heated it
up, and put it on the table. But for Igor, who had been eating dog food for several
days, being able to sit and eat with a spoon felt like a high-class restaurant
treatment.

Just as Igor was about to start eating, he saw Emma folding her hands in prayer,
Thank you for the sun and rain given by the Blood Moon, which brings us plentiful
food from the earth.

Igor noticed Emma sneaking glances at him. After a moments hesitation, he also
followed her in prayer before the meal. Emma was very satisfied, and while eating,
she asked, We havent gambled in a long time, do you want to bet on something?

Igor: But were eating right now.

Gambling with food, what an idea! Igor, youre so clever, come up with something
fun! Emma said excitedly.

Igor did not want to oppose her here. After pondering a moment, he said, Alright,
the game is this: we each take turns eating 1 to 3 bites of food. Whoever happens
to eat the last bite wins.

What an interesting bet! Emma said, What should we wager?

A question, Igor replied. The loser must answer a question honestly.

No problem! Haha, Igor, youre bound to lose this time. My record is one Lala Fatty
per bite!

Just like before, Emma never cared about the size of the bet. But the key to
winning this game wasnt the size of ones appetite, but rather the order of who went
first and their calculating abilities. Under Igors simple operation, Emma ate most
of the food, but the last bite was taken by Igor.

Emma patted her belly contentedly and sighed, Ah, I lost again. That makes the
score 185 losses to 12 wins

Igor, having changed into his Adventurers Standard Outfit, pulled up his face mask
and put on his hood. He looked at Emma with some surprise, You actually kept track
of our betting tally?

Of course, how could I forget such an important thing? Emma casually wiped her
mouth with the back of her hand, dug out a key from her pocket, and tossed it to
Igor. The bike is at spot no. 16 downstairs.

Igor caught the key, Im sorry to trouble you. If Im caught, the Memory Master will
find evidence of your help in my memory. I dont have time to find the Memory Master
to erase my memory

Its fine. Emma waved her hand dismissively. Isnt it normal for friends to help each
other?

Friends?
A smirk curled the corner of Igors mouth. But Im a criminal, and youre a Blood Mad
Hunter.

So what? Emma cocked her head at Igor, her feet curled up on the chair, her tail
bending inward, a look of confusion on her face.

Youre a criminal, Im a Blood Mad Hunter, but what does that have to do with us
being friends? When we play together, were just playing a gambling game, not a game
of hunter and criminal

Ive never heard of someone locking their friend in a storeroom and feeding them dog
food, Igor said coldly.

Youre a rude, bad kid. Isnt it normal to be punished? Emma retorted righteously,
You still havent admitted your mistake!

What mistake should I admit? I was locked in a storeroom on the first day!

Unreasonable, incomprehensible.

Igor shook his head, went to the entrance to put on his boots, and Emma came over
saying, Are you leaving now? Be careful on the road.

Right, I won the bet just now. As the winner, I have the right to ask you a
question, and you have to answer me honestly.

Go ahead.

Was I arrested by the Heresy Court because you reported me?

Emma blinked, her face showing confusion.

You were arrested by the Heresy Court? I was wondering why you disappeared for over
a year Wait a minute, are you saying youre an escaped convict? So you really were a
criminal?

Igor was shocked, Didnt you see my wanted poster?

The hunt for the escaped convict was the captains responsibility. Ive been in
charge of deputy mayors security work recently Emma shook her head, As for your
arrest by the Heresy Court, I didnt even know who you were, how could I report you
Wait a minute.

Come to think of it, I was suddenly congratulated by everyone a year ago. They said
that I volunteered to be the bait and lured a cunning Trickster into a trap. Even
the captain praised me, treated me to a grand meal. I didnt know what had happened,
and I just ate the meal in a daze, and even got promoted

Although it sounded unbelievable, Igor felt that Emma was not lying.

From the moment he met her, Emma seemed to be a very cute and naive type, which was
why Igor had exploited her to accumulate a contract time of 9000 minutes. He had
seen that she was easy to take advantage of.

In his heart, Igor didnt want to believe that Emma was the one who reported him,
otherwise he wouldnt have asked the question, because it meant a serious flaw in
his judgment of people.
If he couldnt even distinguish whether a client was a dog or a wolf, he would
basically lose his qualifications as a trickster.

Luckily, Emma didnt disappoint him. She was indeed a natural fool, and the Heresy
Court had just happened to catch him, not because he had actively walked into Emmas
trap. The only person in the world who could deceive him was still that
underdeveloped cult leader.

Thinking of this, Igor couldnt help but breathe a sigh of relief and smile: Thank
you, Emma.

But Emma was not satisfied and asked: Dont you have anything else to say to me?
Like an apology or something

Im sorry for causing you so much trouble

Ive said its okay, not that!

So what was it then? Even as a Spirit Art Master, Igor still couldnt figure out
what Emma was thinking, so he simply pushed the door and left: Thank you for your
care, I hope we have the chance to meet again in the future.

Ill definitely win next time! Emma shouted loudly.

On the way out of the apartment, Igor let out a long sigh, sweeping away the gloom
of being locked up these past few days, and his steps became lighter.

Emma, besides having a big temper and a bad habit of treating people like dogs, was
also a good client. Given enough time, Igor was even confident he could develop
Emma into his own undercover agent in the Heresy Court.

After all, Emma surprisingly valued friendship. She wore her emotions on her
sleeve, was straightforward in her thinking, didnt mind breaking rules, and acted
just like a child

Igor found the bike Emma had prepared. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly
heard Emmas voice from above.

Next time you ask for help, say please first! Emma shouted from the balcony without
any restraint: Dont be so rude in the future!

Igor was slightly taken aback, he could only nod quickly and ride away from the
awkward scene of the incident.

He wondered why Emma had suddenly said such a thing, and it took him a while to
realize that when he first found Emma, he indeed didnt say please.

Igor found this both irritating and amusing. Could it be that Emma was angry
because he didnt say please when he initially told her I command you to help me
escape from the Blood Moon Realm?

Youre a rude little brat, isnt it normal to be punished?

Screech!

Igor abruptly braked and looked back at the apartment building where Emma lived.
He recalled some information about the Moonshadow Tribe.

The members of the Moonshadow Tribe came from two sources. Apart from adults who
became priests through church exams, there was another way when the Beloved Church
evaluated the potential of babies, they would keep the children whose talents most
suited the Moonshadow Tribe and send them directly to the churchs foster home for
cultivation.

Unlike most foster homes, the churchs foster home was completely closed and did not
accept social supervision.

Regular foster homes, good or bad, had to install cameras to allow the public to
see the situation inside. They could have child fights, but they absolutely did not
allow staff to physically punish the children.

You could educate through verbal warnings, resource bias, and even collective
isolation, but you could not directly harm the children or deprive them of their
freedom; the children had the right to refuse.

Because of the closed nature of the churchs foster home, many people suspected that
it was conducting militarized cultivation.

However, the Moonshadow priests who come out of the Beloved Churchs Foster Home
often dispel peoples doubts. Compared to the vast majority of people in the Blood
Moon Realm, the Moonshadow priests are so pure, adorable, passionate, innocent,
diligent, and polite they are like grown-up little angels.

In passing, the Heresy Court is only responsible for hunting down evil. If a Blood
Moon citizen encounters issues like neighbor conflicts, lost pets, a light bulb
stuck in the mouth, tongue stuck to a rail, body stuck in a washing machine, the
Heresy Court is of no use. The correct approach is to seek the Church.

As long as they receive a request for help, no matter what time it is, the nearest
church will dispatch a Moonshadow priest to assist. Moonshadow priests are always
cheerful and enthusiastic, never shy away from trouble, and face everything with
patience. This has fostered the concept of seek the Church for trouble among Blood
Moon people.

Almost everyone has received help from a Moonshadow priest, and no one dislikes
them. Currently, 60% of the Blood Moon citizens are timely worshippers of the
Church, the majority of whom are influenced by the Moonshadow priests. Therefore,
they firmly believe that the Blood Moon Supreme, whom the Moonshadow priests pray
to, indeed exists with ultimate benevolence and kindness.

One of the main reasons Fernand Snows speech didnt cause much commotion is the
existence of the Moonshadow priests. If the benefits harvested from them were given
to the sacred bloodline, everyone would undoubtedly be furious. But if its between
the sacred bloodline and the Moonshadow, people hesitate sacrificing for the
Moonshadow seems more acceptable.

Theres a saying in Caimon City: The faux top-tier is the Jade Garden; the real top-
tier is the Foster Home of the Church.

As for the likes of Langna, calling him a werewolf is quite accurate. His existence
only tarnishes the name of Moonshadow.

At this moment, Igor suddenly recalled his conversation with Langna before his
jailbreak.
The Beloved Church actually raised a Moonshadow like you, its really strange.

Whats strange to me is that the Church didnt raise any other werewolves.

So thats what it meant

Actually, Igor should have guessed it earlier how could an adult be afraid of being
locked in a storeroom? Igor wasnt afraid even without a Chip. If Igor had a Chip,
he could even carry out Canopy anonymous fraud in the storeroom.

Only naive children would fear such confinement punishment.

And moreover, Emma clearly didnt have a dog at home, so why did she have dog food?
She even pointed at the dog food and said it was a snack.

Adding to that her unusual emphasis on politeness and her childlike character, the
truth was becoming clear.

Igor looked up at the slowly rising Blood Moon, shook his head gently, and pedaled
hard on his bike to escape.

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Adventurer Code Name?

Death Maniac Swordswoman.

Gender?

Male.

The record keeper at the camp paused for a moment, his face unchanged. Please read
and confirm adherence to the Adventurer Agreement No. 430 and the Secrecy
Agreement. Here is the printout

Accepted.

Please show your adventurers badge.

Ashe, wearing a mask, pulled out a round badge and slid it across the glass screen
of the check-in device. The screen lit up green. The recorder nodded, Registration
completed, you may enter.

Without any hindrance, Ashe easily stepped into the Observation Point No. 53 Camp.
A crude earthen wall that was thirty meters high isolated the inside from the
outside. At the very center of the camp was a tall tower, and atop it was a deep
blue swirl, Ashes target for this trip: the Level 2 Virtual Realm Turbulent
Passage.

All vegetation in the camp had been cleared, replaced by rows of benches. Many
adventurers gathered to chat, pulling out bottles of wine to discuss the wide
world, then popping a piece of Moon Sugar into their mouths and convulsing drinking
and eating sugar was a heavenly joy.

From time to time, there were shouts:

Flame Squad, come this way!

Wolves, gather here!

Falgar, Falgar, where is Falgar from the Coffin Bearer team?

Apart from these noisy individuals, there were also many lone wolves like Ashe,
wearing standard cloaks and masks, mysteriously observing with cold eyes.

Such chaos was the diverse representation of adventurers in the war zone.

When Ashe looked at the adventurer information on the Canopy, he couldnt help but
applaud the Blood Moon Realms superb level of exploitation and oppression because
under the social atmosphere of human rights and freedom and racial equality, the
military expenses required by conscription were just too high. So, the Blood Moon
Realm decided to simply get rid of its army!

The Blood Moon Realm disbanded its army 300 years ago and entirely switched to the
adventurer system.

The so-called adventurer system involves the war zone providing tasks, adventurers
accepting and completing these tasks, and then receiving rewards from the war zone.
The relationship between the war zone and the adventurers is only contractual, with
the adventurers free to come and go. In theory, this could indeed share some of the
armys duties.

The greatest benefit of the adventurer system is naturally not having to provide
training costs, not having to deal with logistics, and not having to offer
compensation.

Its not the war zones concern if an adventurer dies. If an adventurer doesnt want
to work, they can go. There are plenty of people behind them eager to accept tasks.
The war zone doesnt have to worry about human rights, after all, the relationship
is not even that of an employer-employee, but a temporary contractual one.

Simply put, because forming an army requires treating soldiers as people, its too
expensive; recruiting adventurers only requires treating adventurers as tools.
Theres no need to waste money on race, human rights, and other extraneous factors,
thus significantly reducing costs.

In the first year of implementing the adventurer system, the Blood Moon Realm saved
80% of its military expenditure.

And the most wonderful part is, switching from conscription to the adventurer
system had no negative impact on the Blood Moon Realm.

The reason is that the Blood Moon Realm has no hard military needs for suppressing
rebellions, defending borders, or disaster relief.

Theres no need to suppress rebellions, especially when considering the anti-love

education implemented by the Blood Moon Realm. The chip at the back of everyones
neck makes large-scale rebellions impossible.
There are no natural disasters, the meteorological bureau takes care of everything
before a disaster could happen. As for the virtual realm disasters caused by
sorcerers, naturally, sorcerers have to solve them, the army cant help with that.

As for the borders, in the words of the Canopy, the Blood Moon Supreme has already
helped us resist the external enemies, so theres no need for an army stationed at
the borders.

Maintaining public safety, capturing criminals, preventing cults, and other affairs
are the responsibility of the Heresy Court.

Thus, the military was left with only two functions: emergency troops and
suppression of the Abyss scattered across the landscape. These responsibilities
could be entirely shouldered by adventurers. Therefore, even though efficiency
hadnt improved after the military system transitioned to the adventurer system, it
hadnt decreased either. Groups of adventurers subsequently took the stage in
history.

As a violent organization, adventurers were a diverse group. Among them were combat
sorcerers who devoted themselves to protect the Blood Moon and hone their skills.
There were also opportunists seeking to gain resources from the war zones, and even
wanted criminals who sought refuge and survival in the war zones.

Yes, war zones were willing to shelter wanted criminals, and the Heresy Court
wouldnt go into war zones to arrest people. For villains who had committed heinous
crimes in the city and had nowhere else to go, the war zones were essentially their
only sanctuary.

For instance, the Woodpecker Gang controlled by Sylin had a branch in the Lakeview
War Zone, which specialized in taking in members who had caused trouble. If Golden
Mouth Ronat hadnt been captured, he would likely have gone to Lakeview to become an
adventurer.

When Ashe heard about the adventurer system while in prison from Igor, he asked if
they could possibly make a living in the war zones after escaping. He dreamt of
embarking on an exciting adventure, earning merit while clearing their names, and
putting this strange cult leader back on the path of a fantastical journey.

However, Igor coldly dismissed this fantasywhile the war zone didnt care whether
you were a heinous villain or an offender guilty of racial discrimination due to
bad breath, you had to have a Chip.

Without a Chip, wanted criminals couldnt even enter the Safe Rest Area provided by
the war zones. As the name suggests, this area would activate the Attack
Prohibition in the adventurers Chips, preventing any attacks within the safe zone.

Ignoring the fact that Ashe was unwilling to implant a Chip, even if he were
willing, he couldnt find a way. Implantation of Chips was a monopoly of the Beloved
Church; even the underground black market only provided purification services, not
implantation.

Thus, the five major criminals who escaped from prison had no way back after their
Chips were removed.

Furthermore, life as an adventurer wasnt as rosy as Ashe imagined. The war zones
only accepted Merit as currency. Regardless of how much money you had, you couldnt
live comfortably in the war zonesin fact, you might be fleeced. In the end, youd
have to take on tasks, like monster hunting in the sewer abyss for a living.
According to statistics, only 25% of new adventurers could survive in the war zones
for a year. Although most people returned to the city to work due to an inability
to persist, this survival rate was still horrifying.

To accommodate such a diverse group of adventurers, the war zones also introduced
the Adventurer Merit system. All mission rewards were Merits, and adventurers could
exchange Merits for any rewards in the war zones, including but not limited to
spirits, Miracle Techniques, Faction Knowledge, and so on.

The ingenious part was that Merits were not registered on the Chips, but on the
adventurer badges that they carried with them.

Adventurer badges were anonymous.

As long as you could present an adventurer badge, the war zone would exchange your
Merits for rewards, regardless of whether the badge was yours, found, or taken by
killing someone.

It was only when Ashe discovered this mechanism that he fully understood the Blood
Moon Realms intentions in implementing the adventurer system. With this method
alone, large-scale violent groups were fundamentally dissolved in the war zones. As
long as the war zone could provide Merit exchange rewards, suspicion would always
linger among adventurers.

In the Blood Moon Realm, which even banned familial units, how could they allow the
existence of a violent group like the military?

Although large groups didnt exist, small adventurer teams of five or six people
were countless. In this camp alone, there were seven or eight such teams.

Seeing these Flame Adventurers, Hungry Wolf Team, Gale Brigade, Ashe couldnt help
but tear up he also had a bit of longing for this kind of fantasy adventuring life,
to form an adventure group with a few like-minded buddies, embark on an unknown
journey, experience epic stories, and then retire and get married before the age of
35, retiring to the countryside.

Ideally, he hoped to meet a beautiful, sexy lover, a virtuous and caring wife, a
red-faced acquaintance, and a vibrant, cute girlfriend.

And it would be even better if they could avoid meeting each other.

Thats what a real fantasy story is.

But now he was caught escaped from prison fled the country, this isnt a fantasy
story, this is clearly a cops and robbers story!

Theres no need to cross worlds; he could experience this process just by embezzling
public funds from the company!

Just as Ashe was once again enveloped in the melancholy of adulthood, a friction
seemed to arise among the adventurers.

A cloaked, masked adventurer claimed that he had lost his badge and suspected that
the three people who had just passed by him had stolen it. Naturally, the three
denied it and were even willing to be searched by the masked one.
As the masked one searched the first person, the first person raised his hands,
holding the adventurers badge in his right hand, and threw it to the second person
in the masked ones blind spot.

Everyone around saw this scene, but no one spoke, all just watching the drama
unfold. Those with malicious intentions need not mention, even those with a good
heart would not lend a hand even an important badge could be stolen, thats better
to give up the adventurers career, and obediently go back to the city to become a
cog in the wheel.

The masked one went to search the second person, the second person also raised his
hands, and threw the badge to the third person. When the masked one went to search
the third person, the third person threw the badge to the first person.

The badge was equivalent to having circulated among the three, causing the
onlookers to burst into laughter.

The three were purely trying to make fun of the masked one. In the end, the masked
one got nothing and could only admit his bad luck and leave.

Just as Ashe thought this was just a usual social beatdown, the three suddenly
screamed.

Wheres my badge? How did my badge disappear?

Mine is gone too! Damn, it must have been that Goblins bastard!

Where did he go?! Find him quick, my badge has the merit of buying a spirit!

The three were so angry that they were looking everywhere for the masked one, but
there were too many people wearing cloaks and masks here. The masked one blended
into the crowd as soon as he dived into it, how could they find him? They even
targeted Ashe, who stared back at them fearlessly.

Hahaha, Im dying of laughter, I just saw him take your badges when he was searching
you, but I didnt say anything, hahaha!

What are you glaring at, you cant even steal better than others, are you still here
to lose face? Are you looking for a fight?

Weve had enough laughter, you can leave now.

The members of the surrounding adventurer groups loudly mocked them, laughter was
heard everywhere, the three were so angry that their shoulders were shaking, they
were so aggrieved they were about to cry. They could only whisper a few harsh words
that no one could hear, and slinked away to the edge of the area.

At this point, the Goblins in a suit walked onto the stage. He was tall and
handsome, with a pair of silver-framed glasses on his nose, and a top hat covering
his hairless head, suddenly looking like a glowing green elf.

A mere goblins exuded an elegant aura (Ashe was completely unaware that he was
being racially discriminatory), it was unknown whether it was plastic surgery or
natural anyway, the genetic optimization technology of the Blood Moon Realm was the
best in the world.

Good evening adventurers, I am the clerk for this mission, Gibot Mantelas. The
Goblins calmly said: There are only 90 minutes left until midnight, the camp is now
closed, we will now enter the combat preparation stage.
Being in charge of the foreign invasion operation, a risk-free endeavor that only
serves to polish ones political resume, it appears this Goblins is a candidate for
the council.

A sudden commentary on politics, quite familiar to Ashe, came from the side. He
turned his head in puzzlement to glance at the cloaked adventurers beside him, but
he couldnt ascertain who was speaking.

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The Goblins continued, I wont beat around the bush. The Virtual Gateway we found
this time is a level 2 gateway. The highest single unit of arcane energy it can
accommodate is the Two Wings Fully Spread. Therefore, this operation is not a
kingdom war, but a low-intensity hunting festival.

The operation requires groups of five. You can form your groups freely, or be
randomly assigneddont interrupt, let me finishThe reason why it is necessary to be
in a group of five is because the Moonshadow Priest will perform the Blood Moon
Blessing on you.

The blessing is cast on groups of five. It includes enhancements such as increased

speed, ghost form, efficiency, self-healing, hardening, mental resistance,
featherweight suspension, and more than a dozen others. Most importantly, it will
establish a Life Link amongst your squad members that lasts for 48 hours. If anyone
doesnt need the Blood Moon Blessing, raise your hand.

The adventurers who initially had some doubts suddenly fell silent, even Ashe was
tempted. The multi-fold enhancements were appealing, but the Life Link was too
enticing. In the Event 422, medics used this miracle to treat hundreds of people,
so Ashe easily found information about this miracle in the Canopy.

As the name suggests, this miracle creates a life link among a group of people. For
instance, if there were 50 healthy individuals and 50 injured ones, once the link
is established, the life force of the healthy individuals would continuously flow
into the injured ones, enabling them to heal at a rapid pace.

Moreover, as long as the link exists, the injured will never die from their
injuries. Its like locking onto their last drop of blood!

In times of medical staff shortage, this miracle can save a vast number of lives in
a timely manner, buying time for emergency treatment.

When used in an adventuring squad, it serves as the best life-saving charm because
its a passive effect. Even if other members are unwilling, they still have to
supply life force. Even the most selfish adventurer would not refuse an extra layer
of insurance for themselves. (f)ree

Seeing no one raise their hands, the Goblins continued, Once I finish speaking, you
may start forming your groups. For those who do not wish to form groups freely, we
will provide random assignment. But let me clarify one thingif you join a random
team, you will be among the first groups to enter the gateway. Free-form groups
will enter after the random ones.

Ashes eyes flickered, understanding that the random teams were expected to be the
cannon fodder.

Although it has been confirmed that this is a complete Virtual Gateway, more than a
day has passed since the rabbit returned. Its hard to say if there will be
unexpected circumstances on the other side of the gateway. Compared to free-form
teams with team cooperation capabilities, the random teams are naturally more
suitable to act as scouts and break the ice.

No wonder they are given the Life Link. Its hoped they can last longer to buy time
for the adventurers that follow.

Of course, the teams that enter first get extra rewards, the Goblins said calmly.
For now, we plan for the first three batches of random teams to enter, with five
teams in each batch, and a 3-minute interval between each batch. The first batch of
teams gets 300 Pioneer Merit points, the second batch 200, and the third batch 100.
The first team of each batch gets an additional 80% Pioneer Merit points, the
second team 50%, the third team 30%, the fourth team 10%, and the fifth team 0%.

In other words, the first team of the first batch can directly receive 540 merit
points (300*1.8). This is an incentive for the vanguarda prerequisite is to return
alive to spend them.

Ashe doesnt have much knowledge about the prices in the war zone, but seeing the
other adventurers gasp and the camp turn cold, he knew these 540 merit points were
quite powerful in terms of purchasing power.

An adventurer raised his hand and asked, What if an adventure group sneaks into the
random teams?

We dont mind, the Goblins said indifferently, pointing towards the tents on the
side of the platform. As you can see, there are three rows of tents to my left.
With the platform as the reference, the first row is the first batch, and the first
tent on the left is the first team.

The blessings commence at 11:15. I hope that before then, each tent will be filled
with five people, the Goblins adjusted his glasses. Now, let the team formation
commence. So, the teaming session begins, and by the way, no dead people are
allowed.

In the face of a group of fierce adventurers, The Goblins expression was calm, as
if he were treating a flock of sheep, then stepped down from the platform. The
adventurers didnt move until he had left, even making way for him under the
platform.

Power can indeed be breathtaking, but authority can also make one hang ones head.

Once the Goblins entered the largest tent, a Sorcerer suddenly smashed a long
table, took out a hand cannon from a box, thereby opening the prelude to the chaos!

The sound of guns was like thunder, and several adventure groups directly took out
their guns and shot at them!
Before the battle even began, the adventurers were already squabbling over their
positions!

Their goal was very clear the first batch, the first team, worth 540 points of
merit!

In essence, the danger level of the first three batches is roughly the same. If the
third batch, fifth teams danger level is 10, then the first batch, first teams
danger level would only be around 20.

If there truly were ambushes on the other end of the tunnel, all of the first three
batches would have to fight for their lives. However, if there werent, then the
first batch, first team would reap the most benefits.

Every adventurer was a risk-taker, with an insatiable lust for danger. Faced with
such high rewards, how could they resist going all in?

Therefore, they were willing to fight for the right to risk their lives.

Compared to the first batch, first team, the rewards for other positions were much
lower. The second and third batches had the same risks as the first, but the
chances of survival greatly increasedafter all, there were cannon fodders to
distract attention.

While the adventure groups were fighting each other, the real lone wolves also
began to enter the tents to form teams. After a brief thought, Ashe decisively
walked towards the first row, fifth tent.

Unlike other adventurers, Ashe had no plans to return to the Blood Moon Realm. The
sooner he left Blood Moon, the better, so the first batch was his best choice.

The first batch, fifth team was undoubtedly the riskiest and least cost-effective
position. The danger level of the fifth team was almost the same as that of the
first teamif there really were ambushes on the other side, it would only be a
matter of who dies first. However, the rewards for the fifth team were
significantly less. Only those who slipped through the basic education net would
choose this position.

But for Ashe, the fifth team was the ideal position. He could leave Blood Moon as
quickly as possible, and the first four teams could draw attention. Maybe he could
slip through unnoticed.

However, when Ashe lifted the tent flap, he found that there were already four
people inside.

There were three long benches in the tent. On the right bench sat two masked
figuresone tall and large, sharpening his nails with a nail file; the other
slender, hands in his pockets, the sound of steel beads colliding emanating from
within.

On the middle bench sat another masked figure, barely discernible curly hair and
dark skin, tearing open a Snow White package and shoving a piece of Moon Sugar into
his mask.

On the left bench, a masked figure lounged lazily with a pair of enchanting,
seductive fox eyes. When Ashe burst in, the corners of his eyes curled up,
revealing a smirking smile.
Ashe promptly tried to back out, Im sorry, I think Ive taken a wrong turn. Sorry to
disturb you

A hand grabbed his wrist, and when Ashe tried to resist, that familiar voice
instantly made his body stiffen.

Dont forget, you still owe me a wish, my dear Cult Leader.

Igor pulled Ashe into the tent and immediately reached to lift his mask, his eyes
brimming with barely contained joy.

Lucky me, I was just in need of a bait, and here you come, walking right into my
trap this is really

Such a misfortune. Ashe sighed.

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Chapter 164: The Gathering of Villains

Ashe never doubted his ability to escape the Blood Moon, ordained by the Virtual
Realm. He had considered the worst-case scenario of his escape journey: blending in
with a group of unfamiliar adventurers, stumbling into a foreign land possibly
worse than the Blood Moon Realm, being treated as an enemy by the locals, and
continuing his unlucky streak of taking the blame. From being labeled a Cult Leader
to being branded as an Intruder from the foreign lands, he imagined living a
precarious life of happy freedom

He thought it couldnt get any worse than that.

Then reality slapped him hardnever underestimate me, societys idler!

Ashe realized he had set his sights too low, fantasizing about blending in with a
group of unfamiliar adventurers. But who else could be beside him, with sleazy eyes
and brimming with tricks, even capable of stealing candy from a child, if not Igor,
the notorious Bewitcher?

And that guy munching on Moon Sugar as if it were a snack? Thats Harvey, the
Necromancer.

As for the duo sitting across him, unmistakably Langna and Ronat!

The five notorious villains of the breakout were gathering once again!

What was this feeling of old companions, who had shared hardships and challenges,
coming together again? Ashe felt like he was about to ignite!

With rage, that is.

Did you also choose to escape the Blood Moon through the virtual gateway? Ashe
almost couldnt contain his anger. Youre the big fish around here. Do you really
need to flee with me?

While munching on his candy, Harvey shrugged, Youre the leader of the Four Pillars
Cult. Shouldnt you continue spreading your teachings in Caimon City, promoting the
traditional culture of the Four Pillars? And here you are, thinking of fleeing.
Thats not very loyal of you!

Langna put away his file and glanced at Harvey, Once we leave the Blood Moon Realm
and its Chip system, youre no longer the mysterious and fearsome controller. Youll
be just a Necromancer, no different from a street rat. Is that really okay with
you?

When his profession came up, Harvey couldnt stay silent. He snorted, Maybe the
other side of the gateway is a grand nation that venerates the Necromancy faction.
A place where corpses litter the ground, the living are freed from tedious labor,
focusing on the Virtual Realm and research. Society is run by the dead, free of
conflict, abundant in resources, where life is elevated through death

Thats as ridiculous as us eventually falling for Lala Fatty, Igor interjected

bluntly. Maybe you should head to the Foster Homes kindergarten class. You might
find someone there who speaks your language.

Im getting hungry, Ronat muttered, waving at Ashe. What kind of Lala Fatty do you
like? I prefer the spicy ones.

I like the ones with salted egg yolk flavor Wait, no! Ashe covered his head in
frustration. Cant you choose another time, another way? Do you have to pick the
same time, the same method, even the same row of seats as me?

Were in more danger every minute we stay in the Blood Moon, Langna replied. You
also think this is a rare opportunity, dont you? Besides, finding you here, I
couldnt miss it.

Ronat agreed, Definitely.

Harvey chimed in, Absolutely have to go with Ashe.

Ashe was taken aback. Why?

They fell silent, all turning to look at Igor. Igor had been smiling slyly at Ashe,
his right hand firmly on Ashes shoulder, as if afraid his prey would escape.

Ashe felt a chill, swallowed, and cleared his throat before speaking earnestly, Im
not actually opposed to us working together. After all, we have a shared experience
of escaping prison, know each other well, and have a foundation of trust and
cooperation. Working together should make things more efficient. But since were
comrades with a common goal, we should cooperate sincerely and present a united
front, without dragging each other down or betraying one another. What do you
think?

Yeah, yeah!

Ashe is right!

Typical of the Cult Leader, always so eloquent.

Igor nodded repeatedly, looking very agreeable, and then held up three fingers, So,
dear Cult Leader, are you planning to distract attention, create an escape
opportunity for me, or act as bait?

Dont make me choose such a cruel option! And arent all those choices the same? Ashe
hissed in a low roar, At least give me a way out, considering my major contribution
in the prison escape!

Nonsense! Harvey retorted, I was the one with the greatest merit. Without me, how
could you have controlled the guards?

I cant ignore that, Necromancer, Langna said calmly. If I hadnt cleared out the
hunters and sailors on the transport ship, how could the plan have gone so
smoothly?

I designed the escape route, Ronat interjected. If I hadnt thoroughly investigated

the area from Shattered Lake Prison to Caimon City, how could we have avoided all
the surveillance cameras and arrived in Caimon City without any notice?

Hey, hey, hey, are you all misunderstanding your own roles? Igors eyebrows
twitched, The escape plan was my creation. Without my brilliant mind, you all would
have been rotting in Shattered Lake. You were just the limbs; I was the brain.
Would you credit the achievements of the toes to the brain?

Outside, bullets flew and flames and ice clashed, occasionally punctuated by
explosions; inside the tent, a verbal battle raged. The idiots argued about who was
the MVP of the escape, utterly lacking self-awareness. Ashe despaired over his
journey of escape.

Worse still, Ashe couldnt escape Igors clutches, as the latter still held one of
his wishes.

Igor could even command Ashe to stand on his hands and attract attention in the
most humiliating way. In fact, the Bewitcher was likely brewing even more vicious
plans such as ordering Ashe to intercept Langna, Ronat, and Harvey, causing a
disturbance to buy the bad guys more time.

If they encountered any crisis, Igor would undoubtedly command Ashe to act as a
Taunting Minion to draw attention, which is why Harvey, Langna, and Ronat insisted
on working with Ashe. If Ashe was to be sacrificed, why not use him to cover for
three old comrades?

The Virtual Realm tells me that I can definitely escape the Blood Moon.

The arguing in the tent suddenly ceased. Ashe shook off Igors hand on his shoulder,
looked around, and said indifferently, Ive participated in a Fates Inquiry, and one
of the questions was about how I would escape the Blood Moon Realm. This means the
Virtual Realm believes I can successfully escape.

If you want to work with me, I dont mind, but I advise you to drop the idea of
using me as a shield and genuinely protect me.

Ashe spoke firmly, I can miss this chance and wait for a second or third
opportunity, but you might not have that luxury.

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Chapter 165: A Prison’s First-Class Protected Animal

Turning the tables!

Since Ashe couldnt avoid the four relentless Bone Dragons, he decided not to hide
anymore, even thinking of using them to his advantage.

As Ashe rightly said, although the recent foreign invasion was indeed the best
chance to escape in a while, he wasnt overly anxious. After all, the Virtual Realm
had already assured his safety.

It was like a professor guaranteeing youll pass before an exam. You wouldnt hand in
a blank paper, but youd comfortably skip questions you dont know because, even if
you do poorly, the professor would adjust your coursework grades to ensure you
pass.

However, for Igor and others, Ashes status had leaped from a one-time taunting
minion to a prisons first-class protected animal. After all, sticking close to Ashe
meant a smooth escape from the Blood Moon. They were too busy protecting him to
consider using him as disposable bait.

Yet

You dont actually believe that everything mentioned in the Fate Quiz will happen,
do you? Langna calmly stated, The only absolute in the Fate Sect is that nothing is
absolute.

Ronat shrugged, Plus, you cant prove youve actually encountered the Fate Quiz. Even
if you, Ashe, are willing to stake your reputation, the Cult Leader isnt exactly
known for his integrity, is he?

Harvey nodded along, Even if the Fate Quiz is real and you do escape the Blood
Moon, that doesnt necessarily mean you need to be alive. I could just as well take
your dead body away from the Blood Moon.
Igor delivered the final blow, Compared to taking a whole living person with us,
wouldnt it be more efficient to kill you, pack you into four boxes, and carry you
as a talisman?

Damn, they make a good point!

Ashe, failing in his attempt to impress, hung his head low. Unseen by him, the four
exchanged quick glances, silently reaching a consensus.

Huh?

Suddenly, the tent flap was lifted, and a tall beastman sniper walked in.

He was unmasked, with one mechanical eye. Both shoulders, hands, knees, and waist
were fitted with sniper gear, a sorcerers armament that abandoned real bullets,
requiring a spirit to shoot.

Gun Sect Eight Sniper Style!

Igor and the others instantly recognized the beastmans path of development. This
was a fusion of the robust physiques of beastmen and ogres with sniper tactics.
Equipped with multiple heavy sorcerer sniper rifles, he used spirits for aiming and
shooting, dispersing the recoil throughout his body via spirits, making him
incredibly formidable in direct combat. A true assailant and blade on the
battlefield. Sorcerers below the rank of Three Wings had virtually no defensive
miracle that could withstand the Eight Snipers targeted shooting.

The beastman sniper was also surprised to find the tent full. He quickly assessed
the strength of the occupants: the duo on the right bench, untouchable;

The middle bench emitted a gray, deathly aura under his Tactical Eye Model 7, best
not to provoke;

The left bench, though also seating two, featured one tall and confident, while the
other seemed inconspicuous, head hung low as if constipated.

In an instant, the beastman sniper determined who was the easiest target in the
tent and reached directly for Ashe, You

Ah, which tea caf to visit, really want to take a dump, shrimp-flavored Lala Fatty
is quite good, when will I hit it big

The beastman sniper suddenly came to his senses, realizing he had been bombarded
with a slew of distracting thoughts for a full two seconds, forgetting his
situation and purpose!

An attack from the Heart Sect!

He tried to move, but his legs were numb as if they didnt belong to him. A decayed,
deathly aura crept from his feet to his waist.

A sinister miracle from the Necromancy faction!

The beastman instinctively wanted to launch an indiscriminate attack at full

firepower, but suddenly, two steel beads shot from the right, striking his eye and
knee. Not only was he temporarily blinded, but he was also forced to kneel!
Gunmanship or archery?

Struggling to open a slit in his eye, the beastman saw a whip-like kick sharp as a
blade!

Snap!

Everything happened as fast as lightning. By the time Ashe looked up, all he saw
was a dark shadow flying backwards out of the tent, unable to even scream.

He tilted his head, puzzled: What just happened?

Nothing much. Igor clapped him on the shoulder amicably. You know, Ive had a change
of heart. Even though youre not that useful, we do have a friendship. So dont
worry, Ashe, I wont use you as bait. Stick with me, and Ill lead you to victory!

Ashe glanced at Igor, his eyes gradually lighting up, his lips curving into a
playful smile.

So, youre saying Im important?

Igors expression remained unchanged: Ashe, youre so ordinary and yet so confident

If I were really useless, youd flatter and praise me, inflate my ego, and then kick
me out to face death. But if Im useful, youd try to crush my confidence, so Id
willingly be at your service. Ashe pointed at Harvey. Dont forget, I watched the
whole process of you trying to recruit Harvey. He just didnt fall for it.

Harvey raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Oh, so youre feeling cocky, Ashe. Would you prefer to do a sensual dance or stand
on your head with diarrhea Are you trying to get yourself killed?!

Ashe flipped Igors hood and ruffled his hair in anger, laughing mischievously: Come
on, make a wish. Ill fulfill it as best I can. Whoever doesnt make a wish is a
puppy, come on!

Ha-ha-ha, I knew it, Igor, you believed me. Youd rather choose a certain future
where you stay by my side and protect me than face the vastly dangerous unknown
future!

Did you forget that as soon as we cross the passage, youre useless? I could order
you to wait in place for 48 hours and then return to Blood Moon.

Ashe paused, sitting down obediently like a good child. Sorry, I was too arrogant.

Igor, annoyed, adjusted his hair and put on his hood again. He looked at the Cult
Leader, who was leisurely borrowing a nail clipper from Langna, so irritated he
almost wished Ashe would hang himself with his own intestines.

And whats going on? Now even a foolish man with the social skills of a toddler from
a Foster Home can easily see through his thoughts? Am I, Igor, not cunning enough,
or is Ashe too absurd?

How many times had he been outsmarted by Ashe?

The fourth time, the fifth?

Igor felt Ashe was his nemesis, making a decision against his Trickster principles:
This guy must not be spared. The day we leave Blood Moon will be the day Ashe is
buried!

Several more people tried to enter the fifth tent during this time, but they were
all driven away. Soon, the sound of Goblins could be heard outside: Team formation
time is over, random teams can come out now.

Ashes group of five exited the tent and looked up to see three people standing on a
high platform.

Good, all random teams are full. The Goblin nodded in satisfaction. Now for the
blessing ceremony. To my left is the assistant priest Kiera sent by the church. Her
priest team will bestow the Blood Moon Blessing on everyone.

The assistant priest Kiera, in a gold-trimmed white robe, was tall but had a cute
appearance. Her chubby cheeks and baby fat made one want to pinch them. She shyly
nodded to the adventurers, her large grey wolfs tail wagging behind her.

And standing to my right, this hunter, whom Im sure everyone recognizes, is none
other than the enforcement squad leader of the Heresy Court, Gerard Westminster

Ashe and his four companions instinctively retreated back into their tent.

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Chapter 166: Three Words to Willingly Surrender Ashe

Everyone, dont be afraid.

Kibbott, the Goblins, gazed at the restless crowd, having anticipated this
reaction. With a gentle clearing of his throat, the entire camp fell silent,
leaving only his voice echoing clearly.

All sorcerers aspiring to politics master the art of sonic magic. Voice is power;
even if not interested in silencing political foes, one must be able to defend
their own voice.

I understand your worries, so Ill skip the pleasantries. If we were to use all
adventurers here for target practice, innocents would suffer. But selectively
executing every other one means missing some culprits, Kibbott said, his contempt
for the fearful adventurers below growing. They seemed like stray dogs to him.

The mayor was right dogs can be used but not allied with, as theyre easily lured
away by someone elses bone. Only by collaborating with wolves, exploiting these
dogs to the fullest, will they become strong enough to turn against their masters
once satiated and sharpened.

The Blood Moon Realm has too many dogs and too few wolves.

Therefore, the combat competition must go on

Recalling the mayors teachings, Kibbotts expression grew colder as he continued,

But rest assured, this festival is of great importance. Compared to the offerings
needed by the Blood Moon Supreme, your crimes are trivial. Even if the Death Maniac
Swordswoman goes berserk, I wont allow harm to come to our valuable forces here.

Relax, Secretary Kibbott, Gerard said, arms crossed, eyeing the adventurers with
interest. I value this festival more than anyone here.

The crowd sighed in relief of course! The Heresy Court and the war zone never
interfered with each other. Plus, with this being a festival against foreign
invasion, why would Gerard come here to arrest people?

But many were still uneasy. What was Gerard doing here if the festival had nothing
to do with the Heresy Court? Was he just out for a stroll because he couldnt sleep?

However, the Death Maniac Swordswoman is indeed here to pursue criminals, Kibbott
continued. But it has nothing to do with the majority here, nor with the
adventurers. Shes only looking for fugitives disguised among them.

Ashe and his companions felt a sense of doom.

The Corpse Lover Archibald Harvey, Carrion Crow Ronat Wade, Trickster Igor Bukin,
Death Eater Langna Qios, Demonic Saint Ashe Heath.

Gerard announced loudly, Im here only to pursue these five. Theyve just escaped
from Shattered Lake Prison and removed their Miracle Chips from their necks, so
they are definitely not part of the war zone adventurers, and Im not overstepping
my jurisdiction.

The adventurers relaxed.

Not only were the five escapees unrelated to them, but more importantly, they were
not adventurers. This meant Gerard hadnt broken the unspoken agreement between the
war zone and the Heresy Court to arbitrarily arrest criminals seeking refuge in the
war zone. This was what truly reassured the adventurers.

If Gerard had arrested criminals among the adventurers, they would not resist, but
they would soon flee the Lakeview War Zone for other zones. After all, if even the
war zone couldnt guarantee their safety, why stay and become political achievements
for the Heresy Court?

Ashe and his companions exchanged silent glances, nodding subtly. Without needing
words, they knew they had to cooperate sincerely; otherwise, they couldnt escape
the pursuit of the Tri-Wing Sanctuary Sorcerers.

Alright, its time to ignite the fire

By the way, Gerard added, While theoretically Im after five escapees, I have a
particular interest in Ashe. So, beyond the bounty posted by the Heresy Court, Ive
set a personal reward for information on Ashe Heath. Anyone providing concrete
details about him will receive a reward of 100 Gold Coins. And if the other four
escapees are willing to divulge information about Ashe, Ill represent the Heresy
Court and halt their pursuit, granting them three days to flee.

Ashe turned to look at his companions, and they all turned to him.

Youre not seriously considering betraying a friend just to save your own skins, are
you?

Harvey scratched his head, Are we friends?

Ronat shrugged, Whats wrong with scrambling to survive?

Igor spoke coldly, If it wasnt for your recording that enraged Gerard, would he be
relentlessly chasing us? Whoever causes the mess, cleans it up. Any problem with
that?

With just three sentences, Gerard had managed to sow discord in this already shaky
team, true to his reputation as a master manipulator and Blood Mad Hunter.

Just as Ashe was contemplating distancing himself from these untrustworthy

individuals, Langna calmly said, We dont have the Chip, eventually, we need to find
a way off Blood Moon. Unless Gerard is willing to let us pass, betraying Ashe
offers us no benefiteven with three days to run, Blood Moon offers no sanctuary.

Ashe couldnt help but give a thumbs up, See, Langnas making sense. You guys are
falling for the enemys tricks so easily. You should learn from him

But if we cant find any other leverage, we might have to trade Ashe for a chance to
breathe, Langna continued, Better one of us than all five.

Igor looped an arm around Ashes neck, Thanks, Ashe. Didnt expect youd sacrifice
yourself for usyoull grant my wish, wont you?

Ashes face fell, but it was hidden behind his mask. He had no choice but to play it
by ear now. Despite Igors possible betrayal, Ashe had to admit that sticking with
these four was currently the best strategy.

After all, they shared a common goal, and wrongdoing was right up their alley. If
he were with strangers, his only option would be to hope for a Miracle.

Gerard waited a moment to see if anyone would step forward to snitch, but not
surprisingly, no one did. He gestured to a Goblins to continue speaking. freeweb .
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Kibbott announced, Next, the Cleric team will bestow the Blessing of the Miracle.
Please line up by teams. The Blood Mad Hunter will guard the clerics and scan your
Chip information. Information about the foreign realms across the portal has been
sent to everyone at this camp. Please read it promptly.
Ashe and his group pretended to summon a hologramwithout the Chip, they couldnt
receive the mass-sent junk, but they had to maintain appearances.

The Cleric team approached the stage, each exhibiting some canine traits, nearly
all of them sporting a fluffy tail. Ashe couldnt help but glance at Langna, who
silently pointed to the looming Blood Moon above.

Unlike the Moonshadow blessed by the Blood Moons grace, Langna could only transform
in shadows, showing no Moonshadow traits otherwise. The difference between him and
the others was as stark as living off bread versus off scraps. No wonder he was
considered a heretic and left to die at the shattered lake.

As the adventurers began to line up for the blessing, Ashe witnessed the new age
ceremonythe five clerics had each adventurer extend their right arm, located a
vein, and then injected them with a steel syringe.

The acolyte Kira took out a radio and pressed a button, filling the camp with
sacred prayer chants. Soon, the adventurers underwent a transformation as the
wandering moonlight, like light smoke, materialized into layers of gossamer
garments draping over them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I can feel the strength surging!

Praise the Blood Moon!

Damn! Ashe couldnt help but comment, Isnt this just like getting an injection with
some music hypnosis?

Blessings have always been like this, Ronat explained nearby. Priests prepare the
blessing potions in advance. When needed, an injection accompanied by holy music
activates the miraculous effects of the potion. Though not as potent as a priests
direct spellcasting, its faster, convenient, and even portable. You cant easily buy
these priest-made potions outside the war zone.

It was apparent that the adventurers had never experienced such luxury before. They
were so exhilarated that they seemed ready to burst with energy, making Ashe wonder
if the potion contained Moon Sugar or perhaps it was the other way around, with
Moon Sugar containing elements of the blessing potion?

But this blessing was practically a curse for Ashe and his four companions. The
blessed adventurers all wore a thin, bright red gossamer garment, making them very
conspicuous.

In other words, it was easy to tell who had received the blessing and who hadnt.
They couldnt sneak by unnoticed. If everyone else was illuminated by the blessing
and only they were not, the only difference from outright surrendering was that
they would be resisting to the end, aggravating their situation.

They were at the back of the line, and the priests were blessing people quickly. It
would be their turn in no more than ten minutes, so they had to make a decision
fast.

How about we just wrap things up?

Better to deal with it and then turn it in to show our sincerity.

Leave it to me. Im a pro when it comes to handling bodies.

Watching Igor discuss seriously with Ronat and Harvey, Ashe shivered: Im starting
to regret why I broke you bunch of scum out of jail

What are you talking about? Were just discussing how to cook Lala Fatty

Alright, stop scaring Ashe, our little cutie, Langna said, looking at Harvey.
Necromancer, can you pull off the same trick again?

I could.

Harvey looked up at the night sky. But the prison is a special structure, so it had
strong constraints. Here, without even a ceiling, the only enchantments I can
guarantee are attack restraint and movement restraint.

As for Gerard, dont get your hopes up, the necromancer said, not daring to look
directly at the hunter captain, only glancing quickly out of the corner of his eye.
Ignoring his power enough to counter the restraints, just his authority level
probably exceeds that of the Chip Processor. Any restraint command issued by the
processor wont work on an Enforcement Captain.

Indeed, Harvey had come fully prepared for this life-or-death challenge, though it
was pointlessthe greatest threat to them here was Gerard. If they couldnt use the
chip processor to restrict Gerard, the examiner, their prison escape exam was
doomed to fail.

Ashe asked, Cant we cause a chaos and then break through? Isnt it said that the
virtual gateway only allows entry to those with two wings or less arcane energy?
Gerard shouldnt be able to chase us there, right?

You might be underestimating Gerards combat power, Igor said, spreading his hands.
Not even the most reckless gambler would bet on a Tri-Wing Sanctuary Sorcerer
showing a weakness that we low-level sorcerers could exploit Wait, Gerards main
target is you, which means we could hand you over to distract him, then slip
through the gateway. Theres a good chance wed escape.

Ashe glanced sideways at him. What do you think I would do in that situation?
Desperately run away to buy you guys time, or just surrender and let Gerard catch
you all, so we die together?

Jeez, Ashe, youre such a refreshingly awful person.

Thanks for the compliment, Im flattered.

Jokes aside, Igors concerns were unavoidableGerard was like a mountain, firmly
blocking their path of escape. No matter how many fancy tricks they had, if they
couldnt deal with Gerard, it was all just empty talk.

I agree with Igors plan, Langna suddenly said.

Ashe looked at Langna in surprise, not expecting this burly, bald guy to give in to
his survival instincts and betray them at the drop of a hat.

Damn it, give me back all the emotions I felt for you!

However, Igors eyes lit up, and he slapped Ashe on the shoulder, realizing
something. Exactly, given our current situation, this is indeed the plan with the
highest chance of success.

Ashe Heath, we have to hand you over.

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Chapter 167: Gerard and the Four Pillars Cult

On the evening of his 24 years, 1609 months, and 16 days, Gerard sat on the steps
of a high platform, looking down at the adventurers receiving their blessings, his
mind drifting back to himself 134 years ago.

Back then, he had struggled through three times to prepare for the exam, finally
getting admitted to a research institute just before the human age limit of 25.
However, disinterested in academics, Gerard joined the Heresy Court as a common
hunter.

His mentor was a former member of the sacred bloodline, a smoker with a lazy
disposition, famously known as the Restroom Hunter for his timely bathroom breaks
during clerical work. This mentor taught young Gerard a valuable lesson.

Hunting wasnt a glamorous job. The daily grind was just as annoying as trivial
matters, especially in an era still riddled with racial, gender, and class
discrimination. Many people werent outright evil, but like fishbones in rice, they
caused an indescribable aversion.

Interacting with them felt like accumulating fishbones in ones throat, which
eventually needed to be cleansed with blood.

However, the unreliable mentor could always precisely discern Gerards low spirits
and occasionally took him to Tea Cafs and Casinos to alleviate stress. Gerard was
usually reluctant, but the mentors scruffy, sleazy smile indeed cleared the clouds
in his heart.
Until one day, Gerard and his mentor were assigned to a special task force to
eradicate the Four Pillars Cult. Initially, Gerard didnt take the organization
seriously. Under the benevolent Blood Moon, evil seemed like a puddle after rain,
bound to evaporate under the fierce sun.

But the operation encountered unexpected setbacks. The main force got separated,
cult members fought fearlessly, dying alongside the hunters. When they finally
reached the cult leaders location, only Gerard, his mentor, and another veteran
hunter were left.

His mentor asked Gerard to stand outside the door to prevent escapes and give a
warning if needed.

This was a reasonable request, and Gerard couldnt refuse.

Sensing Gerards eagerness to prove himself, the mentor chuckled, When you lead a
team in the future, youll have plenty of chances. Now its my turn to show off. You
just wait here but come in quickly if something goes wrong with me.

Even in grim times, the mentor could dispel the darkness in Gerards heart. So
Gerard watched as the two hunters pushed open the door, holding up Hunting Lamps
and stepping into the dark room, searching for the hidden cult leader.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed without any sound from inside.
Impatient, Gerard also raised his Hunting Lamp and stepped into the room.

The darkness in the room was thick, almost tangible, the light from the Hunting
Lamp unable to penetrate it, and even the New-style Handgun seemed powerless
against this unknown fear.

He stepped on a liquid blood. Gerard looked down to see a strange corpse on the
ground, and following the blood trail, he saw two figures entwined.

His mentor was biting the throat of the old hunter, who had thrust his sword
through the mentors heart.

How beautiful, dont you think? the strange corpse spoke.

Startled, Gerard fell to the ground, pointing his gun at the corpse.

Im not a Sorcerer, nor do I have a weapon. You dont need to be so tense, the corpse
sat up, smiling. If you pull the trigger, Ill die.

You they, they

The Vampire feared the hunters attack and bit him first, then the hunter
retaliated, killing the Vampire. I was just here, sleeping.

Gerard said fiercely, Youre lying!

The rebuttal was decisive. If it doesnt align with your own truth, its not the
truth, right? I quite like this kind of straightforward thinking, the corpse tilted
its head. You must be wondering, why would a vampire fear an old hunter taking
action against him? Its because of a longstanding grudge between them.

But the senior was so kind, how could he

Just because he was kind to you, does that mean hes been a good person all his
life? Never offended anyone, never did anything bad?

Gerard was momentarily stumped, but quickly retorted, Youre the leader of the Four
Pillars Cult!

So, because Im a bad person, everything I say is wrong, right? The corpse flashed a
sweet smile. I really like your straightforward thinking.

But, do you know why the Four Pillars exist?

Desire! Gerard panted, gritting his teeth. Youre just a group of demons seducing
people into corruption

Its for peace of mind. The corpse placed a hand over its heart. To become stronger,
smarter, more popular, to find more happiness People seek peace of mind, so the
Four Pillars answered their wishes.

They both sought peace of mind, thats why they fought each other to the death here.
If they hadnt, they couldnt have vented the darkness in their hearts.

Youre lying!

In your heart, youre already agreeing with me, arent you, Hunter Gerard. Youre a
child with great insight. During your investigation, you discovered that the senior
and the old hunter were at odds. Youve already guessed their untold story

Shut up!

You also know, the seniors smoking habits, his laziness, his unkempt appearance,
all stem from his dark and massive past. From the bits and pieces, youve deduced
that the senior was a tragic loser, harboring a madness under his smile capable of
destroying sanity

I said shut up!

Gerard pressed the guns muzzle to the corpses forehead. But the corpse just smiled,
raising a bloodstained finger, drawing two bloody tear tracks under Gerards eyes.

Rain may evaporate in the sun, but some of it seeps into the soil, nourishing the
earth. The evaporated water doesnt disappear; it follows the natural cycle, waiting
for the next downpour. The rain doesnt stop; it keeps falling, because I exist,
because you exist.

In a world where the law becomes a slaughter, crime isnt shameful.

So Gerard, for whom are you crying?

Bang!

The corpse finally fell silent. By then, the other hunters had belatedly arrived,
concluding the hunt.

A century passed in a flash. Gerard became lazy, arrogant, rule-breaking, but also
stronger. Just when he thought he could sleep in Caimon Citys paradise, a familiar
name awakened memories buried under the dust.
So Gerard volunteered, devised a detailed plan, and in his strongest form, wiped
out the reborn Four Pillars Cult, trying to make up for past regrets with his
current achievements.

But Gerard felt no satisfactionbecause this generations cult leader was the weakest
he had ever seen.

Naive, clueless, speaking in a soft voice, almost like a recent college graduate.
Catching him was hardly harder than catching a cat.

So when Ashe claimed amnesia during the interrogation, Gerard believed him on the
spot, thinking he was just an unlucky scapegoat whose memory was erased by the
mastermind.

Later, Professor Sylin approached Gerard to discuss Ashes danger, even at the cost
of favors, asking him to measure Ashes potential again. Although Gerard spared Ashe
out of respect for a fellow citizen, his opinion remained unchangedhe still saw
Ashe as a lamb unworthy of attention.

Then a series of events erupted like a storm: the escape, control of the prison,
the Blood moon trial, Sylins disappearance

Just a moment ago, Gerard received a message that the president of the Elf Rights
Association, Schilling Dorr, was missing, unable to confirm his life and death, and
the news was temporarily blocked.

A hundred years later, when he was clearly sitting under the bright blood moon,
Gerard felt that he had entered that dark room again.

Ashe-Heath, unquestionably the leader of the cult of the Four Pillars Cult, is the
source of chaos, the secret head, whose mere existence causes disaster, who is
himself a vortex of evil!

With his perfect disguise, he earned the trust of the Tri-wing Artisan, and the
imprudence of the law enforcement captain!

So just like last time Gerard murmured in a voice only he could hear: Am I going to
have to make it up after the fact again?

Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the blessing group.

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C168: The Legacy of Sylin

Chapter 168: The Legacy of Sylin

Its him!

Youre doomed this time!

Gerard looked over and saw an un-blessed man with a masked face breaking away from
the group, desperately rushing towards the entrance.

An adventurer next to the masked man shouted, Stop him, hes the wanted criminal!

Gerard watched the scene coldly and said, Bass!

Gerard didnt come alone; he had several hunters assisting him. Hearing the captains
order, Blood Saint Beastman Bass didnt hesitate. He pulled out his handgun,
switched off the safety, and his body blurred into a blood shadow, chasing after
the escapee!

Gerard himself remained seated on the high platform, knowing well that as long as
he guarded the virtual gateway, Ashe couldnt escape the Blood Moon.

As for the man who had just fled in panic, Gerard didnt believe it was Ashe
himself. The white-haired hunter had been fooled by a substitute before; how could
he fall for it a second time?

It was likely Ashes substitute, which Bass could destroy with a single strike.

When Bass passed through the crowd of adventurers, everyones chip screens popped up
automatically, except for Gerard and the assistant priestess. They were bombarded
with two blood-red messages alternating:

Warning: You are currently in a no-attack state.

Warning: Your movement is restricted.

Even Bass was forced to stop amidst the crowd, unable to resist the chips
constraints. Before he could react, the surrounding adventurers suddenly screamed
in agony, falling one by one with blood gushing from their bodies!

The hunters want to trap and kill us here!

Theyre even controlling our chips to make us sitting ducks!

Gerard is going to judge us across the war zone!

Theyll kill us all! Controlling chips like this is illegal, they wont let us leave
alive! Theyre going to die!

Blood, night, restrictions, screams, along with Gerards notorious reputation and
the criminals self-awareness, panic spread like a plague bomb, instantly exploding
among the adventurers.

Just then, the warnings on the adventurers screens blurred and distorted. They
tentatively moved and to their surprise, found they could walk!
Run!

Without hesitation, the adventurers instinctively obeyed this unknown command.

Running had no downside, it meant escaping the terrifying Gerard, and everyone else
was doing it.

They were like a herd of panicked rabbits, scattering wildly at the slightest
provocation!

Break through!

Flame Squad, follow me, cut down any enemy in our way

Ah, Ive been shot, Ive been shot!

Dont step on me, dont! Ah~

The hysterical chaos and screams pierced the night. The adventurers who had fallen
were trampled by the panicked crowd, emitting painful wails, clearly about to be
trampled to death!

In the face of this disaster, Gerards eyes shone brighter, burning like rubies.

Chaos, manipulating hearts, inciting darkness, controlling everyone like puppets.

This was the flavor, the feeling he sought!

Indeed, it was you, Four Pillars Cult Leader, Ashe Heath!

Although the initial screams had arisen from various parts of the crowd, the first
to lead the adventurers to escape and then hide among them to fan the flames was
already locked in Gerards sights!

By now, the adventurers had stormed the camp entrance. The guards from the
Government Affairs Hall in charge of the blockade dared not intercept them.
Although there were priests for emergency aid, they were just doing their jobs; why
risk their lives against these madmen? They let the adventurers break out of the
camp and scatter in all directions.

As the notorious fugitive was about to escape in the chaos, Gerard clasped his
hands in prayer and activated a Miracle, transforming into the light of the Blood
Moon to leap across the camp, vaulting over the confused adventurers like a white
wolf hunting its prey in the night!

He swung his Chain Sword from a distance, which instantly disintegrated into a
snake-like rope, coiling towards the fleeing figure in the forefront!

Im sorry, Ashe, Gerards eyes filled with a crazed killing intent. But youre going
to die anyway, let me vent a bit!

Sword Blood Miracle Blood Virgin Lament!

This was Gerards most cruel and violent Miracle, where the Chain Sword would turn
into a meat grinder, binding the target and mashing them into a pulp, bones and
flesh included, even manifesting the effect of harming the soul, bathing the target
in the most severe and vicious pain in the moments before death!
It was more a punishment than an attack!

Now, it was Gerards time for judgment!

However, what responded to Gerard was not a splash of blood, but nothing.

Nothing at all. The moment the Chain Sword touched the masked person, they just
dissipated. Two familiar objects fell to the ground where they stood recording
pens.

It was like the worst joke, exploding into the most boring fireworks.

A Substitute?

This was the Substitute?

Then the one before

Gerard landed and turned back, seeing the initially fleeing masked person lying on
the ground screaming in agony, apparently shot in the leg by Bas, revealing a fish-
mans scaly face from under the cloak, clearly not the Ashe-Heath he had been
longing for.

The first masked person was a decoy used by Ashe, a precursor to the ensuing chaos;
the second was a substitute used to stir panic, also to divert Gerards attention.

So where was the real Ashe?

Gerard turned to look and saw that the hunters left on the high platform had been
taken down, and several blood-stained adventurers were rushing towards the virtual
gateway.

Right, although the adventurers were initially fleeing outwards, several had been
shot for unknown reasons and lay on the ground, unable to run, even trampled by the
panicked crowd, so Gerard subconsciously ignored them

Ive been fooled again.

With the same trick.

Again using a substitute to shift attention.

Gerard suddenly felt very tired, the Chain Sword in his hand heavy, lacking the
strength to lift his body. He knew he was too late; he had been lured too far, and
only Two-Winged Monks could pass through the virtual gateway, making it impossible
for him to chase after them.

Unless someone could stop them, otherwise

Bang!

Clang!

A moment before the shot rang out, Ashe on the high platform thrust the Honeyed
Words, Dagger in Heart into the ground!
The warm yellow Sword Aegis, formed almost instantaneously, was shattered by the
sniper bullet!

The sniper was a beastman hiding at the entrance of the camp, his right hand fitted
with a heavy sniper rifle specially made for beastmen, the barrel gleaming with a
golden light, seemingly guided by a Miracle.

Gerard recognized him, and so did Ashe.

He was Beastman Gesas Duff.

A Two-wing Sorcerer, the current leader of the Woodpecker Gang, and a loyal lapdog
of Professor Sylin.

His last mission was to hide near observation point 53 and take the opportunity to
kill Ashe-Heath.

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Chapter 169: The Endgame

The plan went incredibly smoothly.

Sometimes Ashe couldnt help but admit, the five of them were like a crime syndicate
made in heaven. With some quick improvisation, they actually lured Gerard out,
creating a gap to break into the Virtual Realm Passage.

The plan was actually quite simple: First, Igor randomly chose an audience member
to intimidate. Out of ten adventurers, nine have something to hide and the last one
is essentially the scapegoat. Igor didnt need to exert much effort to draw out
their deepest fears, making them believe he was the enemy they had been running
from. In a state of panic, the chosen one would flee outside.
As the Hunter pursued the Adventurer, Harvey connected a chip using Necromancy,
adding a Restriction to everyone present, plunging the adventurers into a state of
panic. Meanwhile, Ronald discreetly knocked down several adventurers with steel
balls, grazing Ashe and others, so they all naturally fell to the ground.

A recording pen, hastily made by Ashe, would start playing on the Substitute, while
Igor activated Mind Miracle to amplify everyones suspicion and panic. The
adventurers would quickly sink into a fear of the Hunter, and eventually, under the
lead of Ashes Substitute, they would rush out of the camp.

Once Gerard was lured out and the other adventurers had all left, those injured
lying on the ground would seize the gap to leap up, rush towards the Passage, and
leave Blood Moon behind to start anew!

Ashe didnt hold much hope originally, but this flawed, impromptu plan was executed
without a hitch. When Gerard became a shadow, flitting over his body, Ashes heart
nearly leapt out of his mouth.

A more ideal scene than Igor had imagined unfolded: Only one Hunter was left on the
high platform, and the surrounding Moonshadow Priests seemed to be petrified with
fear. After Langna knocked out the Hunter with a punch, the path ahead was clear.

Everything that should have gone wrong went right in the most critical part of the
process.

Yet, in the ending, where there should have been no room for error, the unexpected
happened.

On the stairs towards the Passage, Ashe suddenly felt a chill, as if someone was
gripping his heart tightly. He could even sense a word forming above his head

Danger!

He knew what this meantPrimal Instincts had been triggered.

During his Virtual Realm Adventure, this skill he had acquired from the Sorcerer
Handbook had saved him from peril multiple times. This time, Ashe naturally chose
to continue trusting it.

Miracle: Sword Barrier!

After his Promotion to Two Wings, Ashe could use Gold arcane energy to activate
Earth Sword, and the defensive power of this Miracle had almost tripled.

Bang!

With a noisy blast from the Gun, the warm golden Barrier shattered like glass, and
even the ground, tasked with dispersing the destructive force, cracked into a
spiderweb!

Ashe didnt even need a direct hit to feel like a mere graze from such an attack
could strip flesh and bone, reducing his weight by a good ten pounds or more!

Ashe turned his head slightly and saw the Orc sniper lurking in the shadows of the
camp entrance.

Sylins lackey.

He hadnt forgotten about Gersas, but he never imagined Gersas would snuff out his
last hope so perfectly. This unexpected bad luck made Ashe feel as if he had
exhausted all his fortune escaping from prison.

More importantly, while maintaining the Sword Barrier, he had to keep his sword
planted in the ground, unable to move!

After all, the strength of the Swordsmanship Faction ultimately lies in

destruction, not protection. That a Swordsmanship-derived Miracle could offer such
strong defense, with its only drawback being limited mobility, was already more
than one could ask for.

Before this, Ashe hadnt been troubled by this Restriction and naturally hadnt
thought about improving the Miracle.

Now, Ashe had to make a cruel choice: give up the Sword Barrier and let Gersas blow
away half his body with a single shot; maintain the Sword Barrier, and in a few
seconds, Gerard would personally break through it!

But Ashe quickly gave up on choosingbecause Gersas had opened up a third path for
him.

Gersas swiftly raised his left hand, thrust out his waist, and positioned his heavy
sniper in his left hand and the dual Guns at his waist. All four guns appeared at
once, but he didnt lock onto Ashe. Instead, he aimed at the other four Prison
Escapees!

He was too greedy, no longer satisfied with Ashe as his only prey. He wanted to
take down everyone else as well. Because in just a few seconds, Gerard would arrive
and suppress the entire scene with absolute power, and all Gersas would have to
spend was a bit of arcane energy.

What was he after? The bounty for the Prison Escapees? Or a favor from a Tri-wings
Sanctuary Sorcerer?

As an Orc Sorcerer who clawed his way up from the bottom, Gersas had plenty of
greedy reasons. Perhaps without meticulous thought, he simply seized every
opportunity, every prey, a practice that might have cost him at times, but more
often yielded rich rewards. Thus, he instinctively followed these survival Rules.

But his prey this time were the most vicious criminals from Kaimon City.

Harvey, running at the front, suddenly tossed a bone glowing with an inky green
light into the air, which exploded the next second, clearly diverting the Shot
Bullets meant for Harvey onto the bone! However, Harvey grunted, his left arm going
limp and lifeless as if it had lost all bone.

Igor, in an instant, let out a psychic shriek. The intense sonic waves formed a
barrier with no dead angles, diverting the Shot Bullets to the right by sheer
force. But they were too close, and a bullet grazed his shoulder, ripping a large
chunk of flesh away. Igor stumbled to the ground in pain.

Ronald, who specialized in long-range assassination, had no means of defending

against such sniper Shot Bullets, but he didnt need toLangna immediately pulled him
behind and, with a right hand glowing golden, turned and slashed!

Two Shot Bullets were forcefully deflected by Langnas strikes!

Such was the might of a top-tier Two Wings Physical Sorcerer! Barehandedly
intercepting sniper Shot Bullets!

While Ronald was protected by Langna, he didnt idle either, throwing out a bunch of
steel beads. The beads accelerated with a sonic boom in midair, like missiles
heading straight for Gersas!

Although the process seems long in description, all of this happened in the blink
of an eyeAshe erected the Sword Barrier for defense, Gersas raised his four heavy
snipers for a point shoot, and the Prison Escapees defended and counterattacked.

As the sole long-range damage dealer, Ronald did not disappoint Ashe. His steel
bead storm forced Gersas to defend.

This was the opening Ashe needed!

But after this momentary delay, Ashe had fallen to the back of the group. The high
platform was already difficult to climb, and he hadnt even pulled his sword from
the ground yet.

It is well known that in an escape, running slowly might keep one alive, but being
the last is certain deaththe pursuer will always try their hardest to capture the
easiest prey!

He needed a Miracle, something that could at least keep him in step with the team
and not become the last one lagging behind!

Heart Sword, Substitute, and Circulationthese three were the spirit techniques he
had mastered most proficiently. Sword Barrier was the only Miracle he truly
excelled at.

When Ashes mind stirred, the effects of these three spirit techniques swirled
incessantly in his mind, and the structure of the Miracle Procedure unfolded before
his eyes. His insights into the realms of Swordsmanship and Water Faction blazed
like a fierce fire, consuming all his thoughts, leaving only the brightest
crystallization of wisdom!

Suddenly, he remembered Valcass final strike, the miraculous moment when the
Swordswoman and he soared into the sky.

Then Ashe moved. His right hand still resting on the Honeyed Blade embedded in the
ground, his left hand suddenly produced another Honeyed Blade, wrapped in a sharp
golden radiance.

Using Substitute on the Honeyed Blade, letting the Heart Sword attach to the
Substitute blade.

By now, Harvey had already stepped into the Virtual Realm Passage, and the rest of
the team were only a few steps away from it. Ashe, however, remained unmoved,
upturning the Substitute blade in a spear-throwing gesture and hurling itit struck
precisely at the topmost step of the platform!

Then he simultaneously launched Earth Sword on both the Heart Sword-attached

Substitute blade and the Honeyed Blade!

Two warm yellow pillars of light appeared on the platform at the same time. Igor
glanced at the light pillar of the Substitute blade as he passed by, and Ashes
heart leapedany casual flick from Igor could shatter the Substitute bladebut it
seemed Igor didnt plan to waste another moment on Ashe and headed straight for the
Virtual Realm Passage.

By this point, Ashe was far behind. He could even hear the sound of Gerard breaking
through the moonlight behind him. Ashe had never felt so strongly that his Destiny
was in his hands, that any slight mistake would turn his fragile fate into bubbles,
to be extinguished by the palm of his hand.

Yet Ashe felt neither fear nor excitement, nor could he be considered calm.

He was just very quiet.

He quietly appreciated what kind of story Ashe would unfold next.

With the Substitute blade as the target coordinate, the Honeyed Blade as the
starting coordinate, Heart Sword as the guide, Earth Sword to pave the way,
Circulation to change the law!

Miracle!

Between the two warm yellow pillars of light, a faint yellow shadow flickered, and
then nothing else stirredit was as if nothing had changed. But in that brief moment
of breath, Ashe had already reached the uppermost step of the platform. He pulled
out the Honeyed Blade from the ground, and the Substitute blade below turned into a
wisp of smoke and dissipated.

Success!

Earth Sword became the path, Circulation eliminated friction, and with Heart Sword
as the guide, Ashe, clutching the Honeyed Blade, successfully switched places with
the Substitute blade in an instant!

This Miracle is called Bidirectional Rush!

Langna and Ronald saw Ashe suddenly appear before them, their expressions slightly
astonished, but they didnt ponder over it much, assuming it was Ashes hidden trump
cardindeed, such a short-distance movement Miracle didnt seem to necessitate
secrecy.

The three of them were only ten steps away from the Virtual Realm Passage, and
Igor, who had half a foot in the passage, looked back at them, his pupils suddenly
dilating.

Although Primal Instincts werent triggered, Ashe didnt hesitate; he directly used
the Slay Me Miracle on himself, cutting down the illusory Substitute, Purifying all
Abnormal Statuses within his body! The blood that was about to stagnate inside him
instantly returned to normal, and so Ashe only staggered slightly, without falling
flat on his face.

It seemed Langna also had a Miracle to dispel Abnormal Statuses and was completely
unaffected, but only Ronald screamed as he fell to the ground, his entire body
convulsing and paralyzed.

And Igor himself took a nosedive into the Virtual Realm Passage, evidently
afflicted at the last moment.

Behind them, Gerards Chain Sword had extended to its longest state, tearing through
the air with mournful screams, carrying a brutal trail of blood as it barreled
forward!

Undoubtedly, the blood-related Abnormal Status they were experiencing was Gerards
doing.

As a member of the sacred bloodline with Tri-wings, Gerard might not favor the
Blood Magic Faction, but that didnt mean he wasnt proficient in it!

When it comes to dealing with any flesh and blood creature, the Blood Magic Faction
is the true specialist!

Langna reacted extremely fast, kicking Ronald away with one swift kick. Ronalds
abdomen emitted a dull crack, clearly indicating several broken ribs.

The bald man turned around and headed back. Shadows on the ground swarmed over him
like a horde of black cats, equipping him with a suit of shadow armor that made his
already towering and burly figure appear even more colossal, chilling, and fierce,
as imposing as a pitch-black Abyss.

Boom!

Langna blocked Gerards strike with his arms, the shadow armor almost completely
shattered, and his left foot carved a dent in the stone-bricked ground. Despite the
damage, he managed to hold his ground, even sending Gerards Chain Sword flying
upwards!

On the other side, Ashe took hold of Ronald and, with astonishing speed, cast the
Slay Me Miracle on him, dragging him by the collar as he sprinted away. Ronald,
also known as the Woodpecker with the Golden Beak, quickly regained control of his
body and stood up, the severe pain in his abdomen not affecting his movements.

But he didnt rush to flee with Ashe; instead, he glanced back.

Gerard had emerged from the moonlight, his Chain Sword morphing into a longsword,
his anger and humiliation making his already unhandsome face even more contorted.
Langna stood silently, ready to face Gerards outburst.

Everyone could predict the scene that would followno one believed Langna could
withstand Gerards full-powered strike. The previous attack with the Chain Sword was
weakened due to the distance, but now that Gerard had arrived at the scene, there
was no need to bypass Langna; with one strike, he could tear Langna, Ronald, and
Ashe to shreds!

There was no better opportunity than now.

This is my last chance.

Its over.

After murmuring this to himself, determination flashed in Ronalds eyes. He suddenly

stopped in his tracks, turned around with a flick of his right hand, and shot out a
steel ball.

The steel ball accelerated furiously in mid-air, turning into a meteor that struck
towards Langna!

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Chapter 170: So This Is What Hatred Feels Like

Before the prison break, Ashe had met with Ronald once in the cafeteria, alone.

Ronald, to him, was nothing more than a tool, but it wouldnt be true to say Ashe
lacked all compassion. Thus, Ashe had probed Ronalds plans after the escapewhether
he intended to part ways with Langna or assassinate him.

Should it be the latter, Ashe could reach an understanding with Ronaldregardless,

after fulfilling Harveys Contract, the Prison Escapees were bound to clash.

It had nothing to do with interests or grudges; it was purely a matter of trust.

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You can never be sure if others will turn against you, so you must strike first.

When dealing with a group of Death row inmates who crawled out of a Manure pit, its
best to assume the worst because they too judge others by their own base standards.

If Ronald needed it, Ashe could covertly coordinate with Igor and Harvey to focus
their attacks on Langna at the moment of rupture. After all, the bald Werewolf was
indeed the strongest among them, and with him being a member of the ruling Race,
Moonshadow, there were plenty of reasons to target Langna.

However, Ronald flatly rejected Ashes kindness. He was grateful for Ashes help and
suggestions, but he firmly refused to let Ashe and the others interfere in his
affairs.

It wasnt that Ashe underestimated Ronald, but a gang assassin having principles
about murder was just absurd. Ronald didnt explain much, just shook his head,
indicating that their intervention would only ruin his revenge.

I must make Langna feel true pain.

Ahead was Gerard, wielding the destructive Blade, and behind was Ronald,
calculating and full of resentment. Langnas face showed neither sorrow nor joy,
only slightly tilting his head at the whistling sound of the steel beads.

Then, a shadow descended.

Thud!

Gerards Chain Sword stopped mid-Slash as it hit a person. He felt as if his

miracle-infused Blade had struck the hardest metal or the heaviest mire; all his
strength absorbed by the frail body before him.

And this strange sensation of the Slash

Blood splattered like scalding whips across Langnas face as he watched the figure
who had shielded him, slightly lowering his eyelids.
Ronalds strength as a One Wing Sorcerer to become Golden Beak was due to a hidden
Faction in the Virtual Realm that allowed him to create disposable steel beads
equivalent to a Device Spirit. With careful preparation, the destructive power of
these beads could rival that of a Two Wings. It was only natural that he could
assassinate a Two Wings Sorcerer with the element of surprise on his side.

One of these beads was known as the Flickering Steel Bead, which enabled Ronald to
teleport to the beads location. After the prison escape, Langna had spent much
effort to help Ronald gather the materials for the Flickering Steel Bead, aiding
him in crafting one Ronalds old safe houses for placing his items had long been
destroyed and confiscated by the Sin Hunters Hall.

There were too many situations where the Flickering Steel Bead could be used, such
as three moments just before when it should have been used to escape danger, yet
Ronald had not used it.

He chose to use it here.

As Gerard retracted his Chain Sword, Ronald collapsed backward like a lump of mud,
and Langna caught him. The blood-escaping wound revealed the ghastly and cold steel
bones within.

This was the secret behind Ronalds use of the steel beads; he did not rely on
arcane energy to propel the beads but used his own steel bones as a base to
generate a magnetic pull to guide them.

Apart from being a casting medium, Ronalds steel bones also provided him with
formidable defense. His steel skeleton was a Miracle in itself; the seemingly frail
Ronald could disperse any impact across his entire steel frame, so much so that
even Langna had never managed to bite through any of Ronalds bones.

Therefore, when Gerards strike hit Ronald, the Golden Beak was already dead. He
successfully blocked Gerards full-powered attack, but the cost was his entire
skeleton, organs, and even muscles being crushed by the powerful impact.

Langna felt as though he wasnt holding a person but melting ice cream. Ronald
seemed to have deliberately maintained the integrity of his face, allowing Langna
to see his final expression clearly: a slight smile on his lips, eyes narrowed, as
if he were laughing.

From that expression, Langna could see hatred, a sense of release, and even a trace
of pity.

Langna then hoisted Ronalds Corpse onto his shoulder and, with one hand, slapped
the ground of the raised platform.

Pray for the Dark Side of the Moon.

The raised platform burst forth with hundreds of peculiar runes, and the Blood Moon
cast down its dark red light. In an instant, the platform became an absolute
forbidden zone, repelling everyone on it, including Langna and Gerard!

Gerard unfolded his Tri-wings and hovered in midair, his gaze fixed on the Virtual
Realm Passage being smeared by the dark light, his face extremely ugly: How could
you

You should have seen my resume, knowing that I was once an elite Moonshadow Priest,
Langna said, placing Ronalds Corpse down, and glancing at the group of priests
nearby watching the platform: During the Hunting Festival, the greatest use of a
priest is not to bless, but to seal and destroy passages.

After so many years, the Ritual Track of Dark Side of the Moon has hardly changed,
and I can still easily trigger the Procedure prepared in the platform, completing
the last step, and invoking the power of the Moonshadow to completely forbid the
Virtual Realm Passage.

At this moment, Gerard was no longer in a hurry, having watched Ashe step into the
Virtual Realm Passage; he reverted back to his usual demeanor as the Captain of the
Blood Mad Hunters, But this also means you cannot escape.

To me, Shattered Lake Prison, Kaimon City, or any other Kingdom makes no
difference, Langna said, removing his cloak to reveal his fierce, hairless face:
Its just that Ronald longed to escape from prison, and I did everything in my power
to fulfill his wish.

Ashe just helped Ronald; I hope this return gift will satisfy Ashe.

Ashe Heath, he truly is a devil more beguiling than a Bewitcher, Gerard sighed:
Even a Moonshadow traitor is willing to sacrifice himself for his escape.

Who said I was going to sacrifice myself?

Langna took off his shirt, revealing a physique as sculpted and robust as marble.

Do you mean to say you want to escape right in front of me? Gerard flicked his
Chain Sword lightly, shaking off the fresh blood to form a mist of red: Im not a
sole believer in the power of arcane energy, but you just exhausted all your
strength to barely fend off my Chain Sword. I dont think you have the capability.

Moreover, Im in a foul mood tonight and want to get home for some rest. After all,
Im now working overtime on a voluntary basis. The White-haired Hunters red eyes
swept through with a fierce light: I wont adhere to the safety clauses in the Sin
Hunters Hall Enforcement Code anymore, and I will show no mercy to anyone trying to
stop me from clocking out.

Langna seemed impervious to Gerards murderous intent, calmly asking: As a favored

child of the Blood Moon Sovereign, do you know the difference between the
Moonshadow and the sacred bloodline?

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Gerard answered without hesitation: Moonshadow gives life, sacred bloodline guards
death.

Yes, Moonshadow gives life, sacred bloodline guards death. This represents the
social division of labor between the two races and also summarizes their character
traits. The sacred bloodline possesses a death-like calmness, while the Moonshadow
always maintains a newborn-like passion. Langna glanced at the curious Moonshadow
Priests nearby: But in my view, this phrase could also mean that the sacred
bloodline are all dirty adults, and the Moonshadow are all mischievous children.

Recalling his subordinate Emma, the werewolf with the large tail, Gerard had to
admit that Langna was right. At that moment, the White-haired Hunter realized
something and stared intently at Langna: Langna Chios, you seem
Only the pure of heart, those who do not forget to pray at night, can transform
into a Moonshadow on the night when the henbane blooms under the full moon. Langna
said: Since I was young, I realized I was different from the other Moonshadow
electors. They are full of passion, emotionally impulsive, pure and naive, simply
greedy, whereas I am the exact oppositeI was born without affection, without
desire.

Interestingly, I still became a Moonshadow, a werewolf who can only transform in

the shadows. The Priests told me to hide myself, but most spirits in the Moonshadow
faction need emotions as fuel, so I had to seek the help of the Affection spirit.

Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps misfortune, but in the Virtual Realm, I came across
a set of Taboo Ritual Tracks from the Mind Faction. The effect of the Ritual Track
is to harvest emotions from others, seemingly to complement those miracles that
require the burning of vast amounts of emotion.

But for me, emotions are exactly what I need. I need to harvest feelings; I need
something to fill the emptiness inside.

I modified the Ritual Track, but the process became more bloody. I was quickly
caught, and my secret was exposed. However, the Church didnt execute methey never
execute a fellow member. So, I was sent to Shattered Lake Prison, where I could
continue my research.

I would plant Affection in the targets heart, letting it overflow throughout their
body. I tried my best to act out the semblance of love, but to no avail. Me,
without emotions, even after harvesting so many emotions, fundamentally could not
understand or experience them.

But watching Ronald die before me, the wasteland in my heart experienced its first
sprout. Langna clenched his blood-stained fist: After nine years, I finally
acquired emotion.

Gerard asked with interest, Is it love?

No, its hate. Langnas tone finally fluctuated: Ronald wanted to die in front of me
because he hated me!

He knew my emotions were a facade, knew that any form of revenge was meaningless to
me. The only way to make me suffer was to make me feel emotion.

So he planned to escape from prison, to leave the Blood Moon, to accumulate hope,
to gather joy, and then choose an appropriate time to die in front of me in the
most tragic way, like a bubble bursting.

That way, the twisted tree that grew in his heart, watered with hope, fertilized
with joy, basking in the sunlight of freedom, yet rooted in the soil of pain, would
bear the most vibrant fruit and plant it deep within me.

He succeeded, and so did I.

Langna raised his thumbs and with Ronalds blood drew two streaks under his eyes.

So this is what hate feels like.

Seeing this, Gerards brows twitched violently, as unpleasant memories surged back
into his mind.
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Chapter 171: Captured Once More

If I had killed him that day, perhaps everything would be different.

Gerard shook his head, his tone filled with regret: You are merely victims of the
Four Pillars Cult Without meeting him, you wouldnt have been seduced, and the
peaceful prison life would not have crumbled.

Ashe Heath, indeed a source of disaster.

Im not in the habit of shirking responsibility, nor do I believe I was bewitched,

Langna said. On the contrary, Im grateful to himif not for this series of events,
my Ritual would not have been completed, nor would I have gained sentiment.

However, when it comes to defining him, we can reach a consensus: he truly is a

charismatic being, capable of crafting an unpredictable stage of Destiny, one that
allows us to break free from the mundane Wings, if you will.

Wings?

Isnt that what allows us, shackled and bound, to soar?

Gerard had lost interest in the victims nonsensical ramblings. With his finger
pointed at Langna, the Miracle he had silently readied during their conversation
activated, and moonlight transformed into chains that tightly bound the only
remaining Prison Escapee.

Congratulations on gaining sentiment, it seems you can now repent and pray
properly.

Langna did not resist, speaking calmly: The 15th of each month is the Night of
Blazing Blood, marking the Blood Moons closest approach to the earth; the 1st of
every month is the Night of Dim Blood, representing the Blood Moons furthest
distance.

The Moonshadow have a trait: the more intense the Blood Moons night, the stronger
the Moonshadow become, and vice versa. Thus, the Moonshadow are strongest on the
night of the 15th, and weakest on the night of the 1st.

As a Church defector, the shame of the Moonshadow, even the Blood Moon spits on me,
a beast rejected. Langnas voice grew more vehement: Only on the Night of Dim Blood
do I become whole.

Look, now even the clouds can obscure the Blood Moon.
Gerard looked up to see a cloud drifting across the night sky, the already dim
moonlight further obscured by the overcast, and in the chaos, the camps lighting
had been knocked down earlier, leaving the place shrouded in darkness.

Bang!

Langnas chains of Miracle were snapped, and a thick shadow engulfed him,
transforming into a fierce and evil deep monster. The darkness of the entire space
seemed to thicken, and for some reason, Gerard could feel an emotion named hatred
suffusing the pitch-black surroundings, as if hundreds of wolves were watching him
from the shadows!

Wow.

Acolyte Coir and the Priests gazed up at the spectacle with their mouths agape in
surprise, clapping their hands: Thats amazing.

Quick, make a wish, ask for my mercy, or Ill throw you right back.

Ashe, supporting Igor, moved through the Virtual Realm Passage: I am Ashe Heath,
Cult Leader of the Four Pillars Cult; Im capable of anything. Saving your life
without having you sign a Slave Contract is already quite generous of me. Now, if
you dont make a wish, dont blame me for being ruthless.

Fine, lets sign a Slave Contract, said Igor, his face pale but still managing a
smile. Need help drafting the Contract? Ill give you a 20% discount.

Damn, Ashe felt like dropping him right there and then.

After stepping into the Virtual Realm Turbulence, Ashe found Igor bleeding
profusely inside. Igor was already wounded by a sniper shot from Gersas that had
torn away a chunk of flesh, and now he had been bound by Gerards Blood Magic and
had fallen to the ground, bleeding copiously.

Igor wasnt a Battle Sorcerer and could have kept going if he gritted his teeth, but
this delay overwhelmed him with intense pain that drowned his reasoning. Ashe used
the Slay Me Miracle on him and found he couldnt even stand up, crawling on the
ground like a baby. Unable to bear the sight, Ashe helped him leave.

Logically, whether Ashe ignored him or finished him off would have been reasonable,
given their sand-level acquaintance, which wasnt worth fussing over and could be
toppled by a mere breeze.

Furthermore, with Igor holding a wish over Ashes head, Ashe had to worry about Igor
possibly shouting for him to come out and stand on his head as a chance to kill
this Bewitcher, which would be the rational thing to do.

But then Ashe considered: could this be the Bewitchers test? If he dared to act or
flee, the Bewitcher might immediately make a wish forcing Ashe to go back and kiss
Gerards toes.

Igor had a penchant for manipulating peoples hearts, despicable and shameless by
nature, with a fondness for harming others without benefiting himself; these were
indeed the kinds of schemes and tricks he would carry out, and they had to be
guarded against.
In fact, Ashe had to admit to himself that even though their relationship was one
of mutual use, Igor had indeed provided him with a great deal of help.

Without Igors plotting, neither the escape from prison nor the entry into the
Virtual Realm Passage would have been possible.

Ashe would need to prepare himself mentally to burn bridges before crossing the
river, as it was not something he could do lightly.

For Ashe, doing bad things was an active skill that required casting time, and
given the short decision-making time now, Ashe could only choose to help him
escape.

However, Ashe had his own little schemes. If Igor used his wish here, then he would
no longer have any means to restrain Ashe. Yet, Igor was well-versed in game
theory, understanding that a card not played held the greatest threat. No matter
how much Ashe threatened or enticed, Igor would not loosen his lips, taking
advantage without paying, but his body honestly leaned heavily on Ashe, taking full
advantage of the Cult Leader.

The passage soon reached its end, and looking at the interweaving exit of the
currents, Ashe exhaled: Finally

Youre not leading us the wrong way, are you? Igor gasped, If we go out there, we
might see Gerards surprised face.

I wouldnt get lost I hope not, Ashe said, not entirely certain himself. After all,
though the passage was supposed to be one-way, it was hard to say whether the
directions had been reversed when he had helped Igor up.

It was all Igors fault, making him doubt himself.

If they had really taken the wrong path, he would have to strongly request that
Igor be transferred to another Blood Moon Prison, just to avoid being taunted to
death by him for the rest of his life

With a mind full of chaotic thoughts, Ashe mustered his courage, supporting Igor as
they stepped into the unknown Kingdom.

What met their eyes was not a massive Blood Moon but a lonely night sky and a
bright highway stretching into the distance?

The subsequent sensation of stepping into the void, the intense feeling of
weightlessness, made Ashe realize in an instantanother Virtual Realm Passage
suspended in mid-air!

This is why Exploring the Virtual Realm Passage is so difficult: in addition to the
incompleteness of the Virtual Realm Passage and the animosity that different
Kingdoms harbor against Invaders, many explorers might just fall to their deaths as
soon as they step out of the passage!

Speaking of which, Ashe remembered that one of the blessings that Priests give to
Adventurers includes Light as a Feather, specifically to deal with this kind of
situation!

Instinctively, he spread his Silver Wings and shouted, Igor, spread your wings!
Huh? It took Igor almost a second to catch up with Ashes thinking, and by the time
he unfurled his Silver Wings, they had both already hit the ground.

Or more accurately, fallen into a cage.

Ashe pushed Igor, who was leaning on him, trying to prop himself up to survey the
situation, only to see Harvey also sleeping in the cage. At the same time, he
smelled a comforting scent, like blankets just warmed by the sun, and like the
aroma of food that greets you before you even enter your home

Ambush, trap Ashes instinct was to cast Slay Me Miracle on himself, but his
thoughts were slowing down, and even his arcane energy was becoming sluggish. He
struggled to turn his head, and through a blurry vision, he only saw a violet
silhouette outside the cage.

According to the Prophecy of the Gospel, tonight only three People from the Exotic
Lands will transmigrate. Tie them up, put on the Arcane Lock Collars, and leave
immediately.

Lets hope this gift will please the Four Pillars Cult.

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“Why are you interested in this organization? Wouldn’t the drama club be more
suitable for you if you’re looking to join a club for fun?”

Sonya watched as Felix settled into the driver’s seat. After a moment of thought,
she decided to sit in the back, comfortably stretching out on the leather sofa and
casually replied, “I was in the drama club last semester. It was nothing but a
playground for a bunch of middle-tier women to scheme against each other, with the
service staff being a group of low-tier men pandering to them. The prize was one or
two high-tier men… However, last year’s prize didn’t quite appeal to me. I found it
boring and quit the drama club.”

“So you quit the drama club because it was no longer fun…”

“You know about the Four Pillars Cult, so you must realize it’s not some trivial
club where boys and girls look for excuses to mingle.” Sonya took out a wet wipe
and dabbed the sweat off her neck, continuing, “Or rather, it’s much more dangerous
than those boring clubs.”

Felix lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “In theory, there shouldn’t
be any information about the Four Pillars Cult in the Stars Kingdom… Would you mind
telling me where you heard that name?”

“The Sorcerer Handbook in the Virtual Realm.”

“If you mind, you can just say so,” Felix stated indifferently. “There’s no need to
provide evidence that can’t be disproven. Intelligence from the Sorcerer Handbook
has no legal standing and its credibility is highly questionable. You’ve seen
‘Legendary Treasure,’ right?”

“Of course, I’ve watched the version starring Delarose five times!” Sonya perked up
at the mention. “But I really did see it in the Sorcerer Handbook.”

‘Legendary Treasure’ is a well-known parable in the Stars Kingdom, repeatedly

adapted onto the Holographic Screen. Its story is straightforward: there is a
legendary treasure in the Virtual Realm that no one knows the location of. The
protagonist, a novice sorcerer on an adventure in the Virtual Realm, comes across a
glittering Sorcerer Handbook. It describes the proper Ritual Track to obtain the
legendary treasure. To perform the Ritual Track, the protagonist needs to delve
into the Magical Factions and summon the necessary spirit.

When the protagonist set up the Ritual Track and initiated the Miracle, the gate to
the Legendary Treasure appeared. However, behind the gate wasn’t treasure, but
countless tentacles and an endless abyss of darkness. The protagonist wanted to
resist, but unexpectedly, their spirit willingly surrendered and rushed towards the
embrace of the gate to the Legendary Treasure.

It turned out that the Magical Factions and spirits needed to complete the Ritual
Track were just to make the summoner more ‘appetizing.’ The gate to the Legendary
Treasure wasn’t particularly powerful, but for every summoner who delved into the
Ritual Track, it was the perfect natural predator, turning the summoner into food
to be taken at will!

The story ends with a young sorcerer, fresh to the Virtual Realm, who finally
defeats the Sorcerer Projection and is rewarded with a glittering Sorcerer
Handbook…

This parable naturally teaches people to work hard and not to expect windfalls. But
for sorcerers, there’s an additional warning – the intelligence from the Sorcerer
Handbook is very dangerous.

“If you only know about this organization from the Sorcerer Handbook, there’s no
need for such a detailed investigation, right? Since you found me, it means you
have already done some research in the library, haven’t you? I wasn’t aware of your
strong curiosity, or is it that the Swordsmanship Training assigned by Professor
Trozan isn’t keeping you busy enough?”

“Tch, if you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t. Just drive me back to the
dormitory.”

“Doubt is not the same as refusal. I hate your presumptuous way of thinking.” Felix
stepped on the gas pedal and backed the car out: “But I don’t know much about the
Four Pillars Cult either. After all, as I said, you can’t get any information about
this organization from any written materials, the Empire has thoroughly destroyed
all information.”

“I also heard about this Religion occasionally when mingling in Noble circles, but
it’s mostly mentioned with a sense of morbid curiosity. From what I understand, the
four pillars of the Four Pillars Cult represent four codes of conduct: the Tyrant
who rules with violence, the Conspirator who manipulates through schemes, the
Compassionate Father who tortures with despair, and the Debauched Prince who
indulges in pleasure… As you might guess, the only one favored by Nobles is
naturally the Debauched Prince, symbolic of hedonism.”
Sonya placed her hands on the front seat and leaned forward to ask, “So… does the
Four Pillars Cult exist within the Stars Kingdom?”

“There is no such thing,” Felix shook his head. “The existence of any Religion is
predicated on a need for people to have spiritual sustenance, or the
dissatisfaction with reality that leads them to Pray for Redemption from a higher
power. The Stars Kingdom is a great nation, devoid of the fertile ground necessary
for heretical sects to take root.”

“But didn’t you just mention that some Nobles pursue excitement by following the
Four Pillars Cult?”

“Everyone holds beliefs they think are correct at different times in their lives.
Naivety is a stage everyone must go through, Nobles included,” Felix replied. “But
what makes Nobles what they are is the glory brought by their titles, shielding
them from the follies of youth and the taint of evil.”

“‘Without a title, one cannot become a minister, and without being Noble, one
cannot govern a county’… You must have memorized the ‘Noble Act’ and know why
Nobles possess a status and power above the common people, right?”

“Blessing of Stars,” Sonya said. “It is said that every Noble who is officially
ennobled receives a Blessing from the Empress herself, becoming wise, valiant,
fair, and strict… and indeed, this seems to be the case.”

The class barriers in the Stars Kingdom are very strict. Even if you are a genius
Sorcerer, you cannot hold any real power in the empire if you’re not a Noble.

However, the Restriction applies only to ‘Noble’ status. If you can inherit a Noble
title through marriage or perform great deeds that lead the Empress to bestow a
title upon you, no matter how you become a member of the Nobility, you’ve got your
ticket to the ruling class. Whether you can become a key official in the nation is
then a matter of personal ability.

In this era of highly advanced information exchange, even a slightly arrogant

remark from Sonya would get her blasted over a dozen pages on the Curtain forum by
her classmates. Yet, such blatant class discrimination has not caused any ripples
in the Stars Kingdom.

Even Sonya, who has felt since childhood that society owed her an imperial throne,
thinks the Nobility system is very good.

Because being Noble is truly advantageous.

Impartial and just, fearless in the face of difficulty, diligent in learning, and
exhaustively devoted—this is the public’s impression of a Noble. Whether it’s a
flirtatious socialite or a sheltered “greenhouse flower” who’s never seen a
mosquito, the moment they inherit a title and become Noble, they transform into
mature and steady pillars of society for the Stars Kingdom. They dedicate
themselves to the welfare of the masses with integrity and without seeking personal
gain or engaging in corruption or laziness.

The reason for all this is the ‘Blessing of Stars’.

The textbook describes the Blessing of Stars in one sentence: “It awakens the
Noble’s sense of duty.” Sonya used to think this was just an empty phrase. However,
after arriving in Gales and learning about the perfect integration of the Noble
system with the bureaucratic system, she realized that the statement was actually
true.

“All those details you mentioned are peripheral, the core impact of the Blessing of
Stars is singular,” Felix glanced at the night sky filled with stars and said, “It
instills in Nobles an absolute loyalty to the Stars.”

“Absolute loyalty?” Sonya blinked, “Brainwashing control?”

“It’s not exactly brainwashing,” Felix pondered and explained. “Let’s say, Sonya,
you value your mother highly, you like making money, and you are willing to
contribute to the Stars Kingdom. But if we were to prioritize, your mother would be
more important than making money, and making money would be more important than
benefiting the Stars Kingdom, right?”

“Of course,” Sonya paused, “Actually, making money isn’t much more important than
benefiting the Stars Kingdom… unless it’s a lot of money.”

“So, in your heart, the highest priority is your mother, followed by making money,
and then the Stars Kingdom. The so-called absolute loyalty is just making the
concept of ‘benefiting the Stars Kingdom’ the top priority, nothing more,” Felix
elaborated. “If it were complete brainwashing control, the Nobles would have
rebelled by now. No one wants to become a puppet, devoid of self.”

“The power of the Blessing of Stars lies in the fact that it only elevates the
Stars Kingdom as the most important entity to protect, without taking away other
emotional commitments of the Nobles, such as family, lovers, children, or hobbies.
If it’s a legally mandated holiday, those Nobles are almost indistinguishable from
ordinary people, and they can enjoy entertainment and social status that are beyond
the reach of commoners.”

Felix glanced in the rearview mirror at the rustic girl: “Even knowing this secret,
if you had the opportunity, would you want to become part of the Nobility?”

After a moment of thought, Sonya replied, “I suppose I would.”

Although the Blessing of Stars involves a form of brainwashing, Sonya felt she
could accept it if it simply elevated the priority of ‘benefiting the Stars’ to the
highest level. After all, it’s the nation where she was born and raised, and if
possible, Sonya certainly hoped the Stars Kingdom would continue to prosper.

It’s likely that most people would agree, since contributing to the prosperity of
the Stars Kingdom is an admirable life goal. The question is akin to ‘If you wish
to be a good person, the cost is becoming very wealthy’—who wouldn’t want that?

“That’s why there’s no presence of the Four Pillars Cult in the Stars Kingdom,”
Felix continued. “Under the just and fair rule of the Nobility, the people live in
peace and prosperity, with living standards rising year by year, leaving no
foothold for the Four Pillars Cult to influence any social class.”

“You won’t find any information on the Four Pillars Cult partly because the Empire
destroyed it, and partly because nobody needs the Four Pillars Cult.”

“A Religion not needed by the people naturally ends up in the trash heap.”

The sedan stopped on the main road in front of the Dormitory Area, and Felix
pressed a button to open the rear car door, saying, “That’s about all I know about
the Four Pillars Cult. Anything else you want to ask?”

“No,” Sonya shook her head, “I was just curious, that’s all.”

“I don’t care where you heard that name, but as a friend, I advise you—don’t pursue
the Four Pillars Cult any further.”

“Why?”

Felix turned around to look Sonya in the eyes.

“Because it’s a waste of time,” he said. “You’re a Genius Swordcerer, with no spare
time to waste on such trivial matters. It looks like you’re not training hard
enough; perhaps I need to report to Professor Trozan tomorrow that you’re not
focusing on your Training…”

“You seem very arrogant today,” Sonya retorted, unphased. “Is it because you don’t
have to duel with me tomorrow? How about I ask the professor to check your progress
in the morning? I can fight you with a newspaper…”

“You’re so annoying! I can’t stand you!”

Laughing, Sonya hopped out of the car and approached the window, saying, “Thanks,
see you tomorrow.”

Watching Sonya bounce into the girls’ dormitory building, Felix let out a long sigh
of relief, feeling that another moment chatting with the rustic girl would have
made his brain boil.

“Hmm?”

The steering wheel was stained with blood. On closer inspection, she noticed fresh
blood seeping through the glove on her left hand.

Felix had been cut on the palm by Sonya, but had refrained from removing the glove
to treat it until the rustic girl was gone. Now that she had left, Felix finally
could take the glove off. But instead of immediately attending to the wound, she
held her left hand up to her eyes.

In the palm of her left hand was a perfectly round hole, just large enough to fit
an eye.

Her already-striking pale purple eyes gained a kaleidoscopic luster when viewed
through the circular hole.

Through this round aperture, Felix gazed at Sonya entering the dormitory building
in the distance.

“Who has been talking to her about the Four Pillars Cult?” he murmured quietly. “I
hate these kinds of unpredictable factors.”

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C176: Has the World Been Destroyed?

The sky had turned into a sea of fire, the earth brimmed with murky darkness.
Massive fragments tore through the burning clouds one after another, plummeting
toward the tainted land. Every minute, every second, the world twisted and
crumbled.

In this apocalyptic scene, a mysterious figure in a dark red gradient overcoat

stood on a cliff, gazing at a meteor shower in the distance. Right hand holding a
wine glass, it seemed as if this spectacle was worth celebrating with a drink.

Who was he?

What had happened?

Why had it come to this?

Suddenly, a red-haired woman emerged from the fiery sky. Dressed in a black
miniskirt, her eyes appeared to encapsulate a sea of blood, and in her hand, she
wielded an exquisitely carved longsword. As she stepped forward, the sky split in
two from the sharpness of her sword’s aura. Merely gazing upon her figure was
enough to make one’s eyes sting!

At that moment, the mysterious person seemed to sense the gaze from behind. He
slightly turned his head, almost revealing his true face.

Igor strained to open his non-existent eyes, trying to capture any detail of this
enigmatic figure—

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Igor abruptly pushed away Ashe’s hand, wiping his moist lips and cursed, “What are
you doing?!”

Ashe looked confused, holding up a water bottle, “I was giving you water. What, did
you think I was trying to drown you by stuffing your head in the toilet? I’d like
to, but alas, the toilet doesn’t have a single drop of water. If you don’t want it,
fine. Harvey, do you?”

“I don’t want to use the restroom here.” Harvey’s voice was faint. He sat against
the wall, his dark complexion unable to hide his feebleness.

Ashe thought for a moment, then screwed the cap back on the bottle and set it
aside, “Better save it then, who knows, maybe they’ll bring food later…”

It was then that Igor finally had the chance to assess their situation: the three
of them were in a small room, about ten square meters, with padded floors and
walls. Lighting seeped through gaps in the walls, and in the corner was an all-in-
one toilet with a sink.

The room had no windows. Only in the corner of the ceiling was there a vent from
which warm white mist was slowly being expelled, quickly blending into the room’s
atmosphere.

He checked his equipment: the small knife, defensive gun, and multi-tool keychain
were all gone. However, his metal headgear was still intact—it could be
straightened into a metal spike, offering some protection. But its effectiveness
was highly situational: it required the enemy to have their guard down and be
stripped of any protective gear.

In essence, it could only be lethal if the enemy was caught off guard while in bed
or using the bathroom.

Igor attempted to stand up to block the vent, but found himself completely drained
of strength. He couldn’t even stand, collapsing right in front of Ashe.

“It’s an anesthetic healing spray,” Ashe said languidly. “Haven’t you noticed our
speech is weak?”

“Your voice always sounds like you’re constipated. How could I tell the
difference?” Igor retorted, lifting his sleeve to discover that the wound from a
sniper bullet had begun to scab over. He was mildly surprised—while it wasn’t as
effective as a healer’s touch, the treatment was significantly better than standard
first aid.

“Do you guys know the date and time?” he abruptly asked.

Ashe replied, “It’s 1 AM on May 2nd—we’ve probably slept for less than an hour. But
time zones might differ between kingdoms, so it might not actually be 1 AM
outside.”

Igor didn’t ask how Ashe knew the time without a chip or a watch. Instead, he
pressed his hand against the floor, feeling a slight vibration: “We’re on a moving
vehicle, likely a car, though I’ve never seen one with such impressive
soundproofing and shock absorption…”

He tapped the collar around his neck, “Have you guys tested this thing?”

“Any attempt to use arcane energy triggers a strong electric shock,” Harvey
responded indifferently. “If you want to test it, I suggest you take off your pants
and sit on the toilet. But feel free to test it directly; the padding absorbs well,
so any… accidents you have will clean up quickly.”

Igor gave Harvey and Ashe a quizzical look, “Considering you’ve volunteered this
information, I won’t ask how you discovered it… Got any other intel?”

After a moment of silence, Ashe said, “Before losing consciousness, I heard someone
say ‘I could only pick up three People from the Exotic Lands’… This ambush was not
meant for Adventurers—it was meant for us, and they even knew Ronald and Langna
wouldn’t come.”

“A Miracle of the Prophecy Faction or the Destiny Faction,” Igor said, unsurprised.
“What happened to the Werewolf and his prey?”

“Ronald died trying to save Langna,” Ashe said succinctly. “I didn’t see what
happened after that.”

However, Igor raised his eyebrows slightly and gave a soft “Oh,” his expression
lacking any surprise.

Suddenly, Ashe had a strong intuition and asked, “Did you know beforehand that
Ronald would do this?”
“To be precise, I’m the one who taught him to do it,” Igor said with a smile.
“After all, I did feel some sympathy for him, so I planned to secretly collude with
him, thinking we’d gang up on Langna after our escape from prison. But he wasn’t
interested in that; he wanted ‘true revenge,’ and I just happened to have some
information on Langna, so I shared with him the real method of revenge.”

“You deceived him?”

“I never lie,” Igor said. “I just fulfill others’ wishes.”

“How funny, is another name for a Con Artist ‘God’?”

The Cult Leader and the Con Artist exchanged cold glances, and then the Necromancer
suddenly said, “Even if Ronald and Langna didn’t come, why didn’t the other
Adventurers show up? The Hunting Festival wouldn’t stop because of us, on the
contrary, the Adventurers should have had an added bounty task to capture us.”

Ashe spread his hands and said, “You didn’t see what we did to scare the other
Adventurers… Maybe they’re all huddled in the Warzone now, waiting for Gerard to
give them a written guarantee not to capture them before they dare to continue
participating in the Hunting Festival. With this delay, if they can work normally
by tomorrow night, that would be efficient.”

“Or perhaps the Virtual Realm Passage has been blocked,” Igor guessed. “Since they
could predict our arrival with such precision, maybe they were also prepared to
block the Virtual Realm Passage.”

Harvey sighed softly and said, “Does that mean we can’t count on the Adventurers to
save us…”

At that moment, the three of them were simultaneously struck by a whirlwind of

complex emotions—they had gone through great lengths to escape the Blood Moon
Kingdom, successfully scaring away Adventurers, deceiving Gerard, and finally
crossing the Virtual Realm Passage to arrive in a new world. Yet before they could
take a breath of freedom, they were bafflingly captured.

Ironically, their greatest hope for getting out of this bind was the very pursuers
from the Blood Moon Kingdom.

Igor shook his head, casting aside any budding regrets and resentments, and turned
to Ashe, “What about your Slay Me Miracle?”

“I’ve tried it,” Ashe said. “But it’s an external object, akin to a Sorcerer
continuously casting spells. The Slay Me Miracle can clear my negative status at
the moment, but as long as I’m wearing the Collar, the binding status will be
reapplied the next second… The Collar must be physically removed.”

“I feel like a tool that could electrocute us at any moment might not take too
kindly to being forcibly cracked open,” Harvey said, tugging slightly at the
Collar, which immediately emitted a dangerous red glow.

“Restraining Collars, anti-suicide padded wagons, anesthetic treatment sprays…”

Igor muttered, “It’s not surprising that we were ambushed and captured, what’s
surprising is that they have such a professional set of transport equipment—if they
didn’t prepare this gear especially for us, it means their usual clients also need
to stay in such places.”

“Who would need to be transported with this kind of equipment?”

“Death row inmates, lunatics, slaves?” Ashe guessed.

“Corpses could be a possibility too,” Harvey said.

“Don’t scare me, isn’t the standard transport for corpses a Body Bag?”

“Ashe, as a Cult Leader, don’t you understand? A fresh corpse has its unique value,
especially the residual warmth, which is like the last echo of life. Watching a
body with warmth gradually turn into a meaningless lump of flesh, that profound
sense of witnessing—I’m sure you can appreciate that, right?”

“Who would understand such a thing!”

Listening to the two of them engage in endless banter, Igor, in a poor mental
state, subconsciously wanted to interrupt them, but he quickly realized that
something was off—their complexions were as bad as a made-up Orc dancer’s, neither
fully awake nor able to sleep.

The anesthetic treatment spray, in addition to causing them to be weak and

anesthetized, seemed to also have an anti-sleep effect, suppressing their
physiological state as much as possible while keeping them in a state of insomnia.

Compared to direct hypnosis, this state of tired wakefulness is more suitable for
dealing with Sorcerer prisoners. It can exhaust the Sorcerer’s Mental Power, and
over time, even prevent them from maintaining normal cognitive abilities. If an
Interrogation is needed, prisoners in this state are more likely to divulge
information. Igor had learned this from reading Mind Faction literature on
Interrogation.

Ashe and Harvey might not understand this principle, but upon realizing they could
not sleep, they subconsciously engaged in intense conversation to keep their minds
active and maintain their condition as much as possible.

Igor quickly gathered his thoughts and carefully considered their current
situation.

Actually, their circumstances were not too bad. After all, if they had been
ambushed by an army from another Kingdom, they would now either be forced to have
their memories extracted or become the kind of warm Corpse that Harvey favored—the
point was not that Igor judged other Kingdoms by the standards of the Blood Moon,
but rather that the principle ‘the heart of a stranger is different from ours’ was
a common understanding.

Although they did not know who had used a Prophecy Miracle to accurately predict
their appearance, it at least proved they were of value, perhaps as research
material or as Slaves. In any case, there was hope for survival.

If this Kingdom also favored civilization over barbarism, where societal rules
could bind the powerful, then Igor even had confidence that he could achieve
something here. For a Mind Sorcerer, rules and human nature are the strongest
weapons.

Thinking of the Prophecy Faction, Igor involuntarily recalled his recent dream. It
was the result of a Revelation spirit acting in his dreams, a rare phenomenon that
Igor could not fathom.

He had also triggered dreams of Revelation before, but most were meaningless
images.

The only time it proved effective was after first encountering Emma in the
“Revelation of Gamble”, when Igor suddenly dreamed of Shattered Lake Prison. He
didn’t pay much attention to this Revelation at the time, but looking back, it
might have been a harbinger of his imprisonment.

But the images in the dream were too exaggerated… Had the world come to an end?

Igor wasn’t questioning the ‘end of the world’ scenario itself; he was questioning
his own credibility—a ‘blind man’ from the Prophecy Faction who hadn’t even reached
the Silver Realm, how could he be privy to such a distant and grand future?

Even the legendary Prophet with quadruple wings might not be able to predict the
fate of the world, right?

And who was that mysterious person observing the world’s end?

Perhaps the Revelation spirit had also inhaled the anesthetic spray and was showing
him scenes from the past…

Meanwhile, Ashe and Harvey’s idle chatter came to a halt. Although they wanted to
combat their gloomy mental state, it seemed like the secretion of dopamine had been
suppressed. The more they talked, the more exhausted they felt, and they just
wanted to stop talking.

No, they needed to find something stimulating to do.

As Ashe thought this to himself, the familiar game interface appeared before his
eyes, with the current time displayed in the top right corner.

Time for a card draw.

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Ashe had actually acquired ample funds for a card draw last night during his Robin
Hood act at Sylin’s, but the situation was too perilous, and he had to prepare for
a quick escape at any moment, which left no room for card draws.

Now, Ashe no longer had to worry about his safety because he was already in danger.

It was the perfect time for a card draw.

First, he checked in to receive the day’s Source Crystal bonus, then he accessed
“Material Procurement.” Ashe had 232 points, enough to buy a “Bag of Source
Crystals” worth 198 points.

Purchase successful!

He gained 40 Source Crystals!

Then, the first-time purchase bonus triggered, and he got another 40 Source
Crystals!

With an accumulated 15 Source Crystals, Ashe now had a total of 95 Source Crystals,
enough for 31 consecutive draws!

When Ashe opened “Operator Search,” he noticed a new change on the interface.

“Swords and Dragons Dance Limited Search (Please launch this event as soon as
possible after three weeks if the expected monthly revenue target is not met)”

“Increased probability↑↑ to obtain Limited Operators ‘Black-and-White Witch’ and

‘Enchanting Maiden’”

“Increased probability↑↑ to obtain Limited Costumes ‘Bride Swordswoman,’ ‘Blood-Sea

Return Swordswoman,’ ‘Doomsday Afternoon Observer,’ ‘Swimsuit Observer’”

“Ends at 00:00 on May 15th”

Ashe was stunned by the numerous issues. He knew his company was ruthless, but he
hadn’t anticipated this level of shamelessness—launching a Limited Search to lure
players into pay-to-win schemes because the monthly revenue might not meet the
target was downright disgraceful!

And that comment in the parentheses was clearly meant for the company’s leadership;
someone had forgotten to delete it.

The so-called Limited Search meant that the mentioned costumes and operators could
only be drawn from this event’s card pool. Once the event was over, players would
have no chance to draw the above rewards from the public card pool unless the event
was rerun in the future.

Therefore, players with even a hint of a collector’s instinct will spend as much as
possible in the Card Pool to acquire key rewards. If a Limited Operator is
particularly powerful, even those who usually don’t spend money might painfully
delve into Pay-to-Win; and for those who aim for ‘complete collection’, the Pay-to-
Win can become relentless until they’ve drawn every item from the Card Pool.

Limited Events are typically launched during anniversary celebrations or New Year
festivities, when people are more likely to have disposable income and might get
carried away with Pay-to-Win. Additionally, the festive atmosphere means players
are less concerned about the distasteful nature of Limited Events.

But overall, Limited Events can almost be equated with ‘forcing you to spend money’
and are far from being considered benefits. To launch a Limited Event less than a
month after the game’s release and describe it as ‘unsightly’ would be an
understatement.

However…
Ashe tapped on the “Bride Swordswoman” in the event description and nothing popped
up. Although there was an event description in the interface, there wasn’t even a
thumbnail image—no new Operator information, let alone a new Costume Portrait, just
a text-based lure to spend money on Pay-to-Win.

It was clear that the game system was functioning but not fully normal—everything
seemed secondary to Pay-to-Win.

Despite grumbling internally, Ashe didn’t hesitate to spend all his Source Crystal
reserves in this Limited Card Pool.

It had nothing to do with the Bride Swordswoman; he simply wanted to draw new
Operators.

Wait, there was a Ritual to perform before drawing cards…

Ashe went to wash his hands, then crawled over to Igor: “Rock-paper-scissors.”

Interrupted from his thoughts, Igor’s face went from blank to unsightly to
resigned, his expressions managing to be quite the spectacle.

Eventually, Igor extended his hand in defeat and quickly won two out of three
rounds against Ashe, promptly telling Ashe to get lost with disdain.

Ashe crawled back and lay down, ready to draw cards!

“Confirm the use of 93 Source Crystals for 31 Searches?”

“Confirm!”

Out of 18 beams of white light, all were Energy Potions, Experience Potions,
Primary Combat Cards, and other such common items that polluted the Card Pool. He
would refine these potions later with the Refining Bottle.

Nine beams of purple light contained three Joy Potions, three bottles of Pure
Radiance Special Drink, one Intermediate Trial Card, a new Item ‘Aurora Autonomous
Car (Deluxe Edition)’, and a new Item ‘Training Gloves’.

And then, four beams of golden light!

“Black-and-White Witch”!

“Swimsuit Observer”!

“Doomsday Afternoon Observer”!

“Debauched Prince’s D20”!

Snap!

Suddenly, a noise echoed through the room, Harvey and Igor looked over to find Ashe
relentlessly banging the back of his head against the padded wall.

Harvey, seemingly thoughtful, nodded and began to imitate Ashe by also banging his
head against the padding.

It felt surprisingly effective and indeed seemed to invigorate them.

Igor, however, suddenly felt that compared to the drowsiness that plagued him,
being in the company of these two with intelligence on par with that of adult Orcs
seemed more detrimental to his well-being.

After venting his frustration on the padding, Ashe’s gaze returned to the game
interface. People can be strange sometimes; even when it’s not their fault, they
might instinctively punish themselves—almost as if they want to use a purer form of
pain to fight against the onslaught of Destiny, just like…

But when Ashe saw the “Swimsuit Observer”, he felt like banging his head all over
again.

What’s going wrong here? Not a single Costume for the Swordswoman, yet all the
Observer’s Costumes come out?! If I wanted to see the Observer’s Costumes, I could
just buy them myself. And it’s not just Costumes; I could even go for drag, plus I
get to see the Observer’s bathing CG for free every day—but who wants to watch
that?!

They must have secretly tweaked the drop rates, making it impossible to get the
“Bride Swordswoman”!

It’s just like my company to have such an unseemly approach!

No wonder they pay us so well; it’s all from these shady practices. Disgusting!

When Ashe shifted from employee to player, he felt an overwhelming urge to write a
lengthy post condemning his own company’s ‘Seven Deadly Sins’, but alas, it would
be futile. After grumbling for a while, Ashe finally calmed down and inspected the
newly acquired Operator Items:

“Training Gloves”: When equipped by an Operator, the experience gained from fist
and claw training is increased by 15%.

“Intermediate Trial Card”: Provides an Operator with a trial to gain a moderate

amount of experience and a slight increase in Bond. Each Operator can use this only
once per week.

“Aurora Autonomous Car (Deluxe Edition)”: A vehicle for use on the lands of the
Virtual Realm, capable of being outfitted with various functional accessories.
Current accessories installed: none.

“Pure Radiance Special Drink”: Every wise Soul, upon dissolution, releases a bit of
pure arcane energy. Consuming Pure Radiance can greatly accelerate the recovery
speed of the Soul and increase the absorption rate of arcane energy by 5% in the
Virtual Realm for seven days. What kind of person, what kind of place, could so
easily collect a bottle of Pure Radiance Special Drink?

As for the gloves, needless to say, Ashe hasn’t drawn a Trial Card in a long time
and didn’t expect to pull an Intermediate one this time.

The Pure Radiance Special Drink brought joy to Ashe’s heart; if the Swordswoman’s
calculations were correct, their Soul injuries might need two more weeks for
complete recovery, but with this drink, recovery could possibly be shortened to
just a couple of days.

It’s the last sentence in the effect description that gives Ashe an odd feeling, as
if this bottle of drink is some villain’s ill-gotten gains. But since it’s not
explicitly stated, Ashe decides to turn a blind eye; now’s not the time to be
squeamish.

As for the Aurora Autonomous Car, it’s undoubtedly meant for traversing the Time
Continent.

After all, the Boat is only for the Sea of Knowledge, and Ashe was worried they’d
have to travel on foot after their stealthy arrival on the Time Continent. Now with
this mode of transportation, escaping can be one step ahead.

And as for the ‘Deluxe Edition’ that currently only offers mobility without any
functional accessories, it’s really more of a ‘Beggar’s Edition’!

Unlike the Boat, the car itself is a large steel apparatus with potential
lethality. Ashe speculates that in the future, he might be able to draw armaments
for the car, such as machine guns, rocket launchers, bulletproof glass, vehicle-
mounted chainsaws, and even skill cards for the car that enable the use of flashy
abilities like ‘Whirlwind Charge Tornado’…

And then there’s the new Operator, “Black-and-White Witch”!

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“Black-and-White Witch”

“Human Female, 19 years old”

“Bond Level: 0 (30% Experience Sharing)”

“Occupation: Daughter of the Tower”

“Occupational Traits: In the Tower, learning efficiency +15%”

“Inherent Talent: Witch (Intermediate): Gain an additional 150% time experience,

with a low chance of gaining 10,000% time experience, and more likely to gain favor
with the Bronze Dragon (unlock higher talent levels with increased strength).”

“Personal Skill: Personality Fission: The Black-and-White Witch can actively adjust
her personality to adapt to different environments, and can even switch to specific
combat personalities when facing different enemies. Insight +10, Vital Point
Judgment +10, critical hit rate increases with the duration of battle.”

“Silver Blessing: Witch’s Taboo: Secrecy empowers you, concealment is your weapon.
The less people know your true inner self in reality, the stronger you become in
the Virtual Realm. Currently, the Black-and-White Witch’s concealment is at 93%
(unknown to all), granting a 93% bonus to arcane energy recovery rate. (Observer’s
observation is not included)”

“Items: None”

“Controlling Spirits: Mask, Hydrotherapy, Claws…”

“Mind Faction: Silver Rank”

“Fist and Claw Faction: Gold Tier”

“Time Faction: Silver Rank”

“Water Faction: Silver Rank”

“Cultivation Strategy: Not set”

A Gold Tier in Faction Realm, and with a Silver Blessing, she’s a Two Wings
Operator!

Ashe fell into deep thought: Is it because he himself is a Two Wings Operator that
the new Operator he drew is also Two Wings? Or is the card draw random, and with
good luck, one could even draw a Quadruple Wings Operator?

The Black-and-White Witch has Hydrotherapy spirits and a Silver Rank Water Faction,
making her almost a half-healer. However, she majors in the Fist and Claw Faction
and also cultivates in the Time Faction. Despite appearing quite impressive, Ashe
couldn’t determine her precise role; it would still be best to assign tactical
positions in team battles within the Virtual Realm.

Of course, if the Black-and-White Witch could stop time, then Ashe’s tactical
position would be as her Thigh Accessory

Speaking of thighs, Ashe glanced at the Portrait of the Black-and-White Witch. Her
Costume featured a black and white chessboard-patterned skirt with one leg in white
stockings and the other in black. Ashe couldn’t help but hiss…

Perhaps the Death Maniac Swordswoman could take a lesson or two.

Despite his reluctance, Ashe checked out the new Costume he had acquired, and to
his surprise, there was an unexpected joy:

“Swimsuit – Observer: Gain +10% enhanced effects from the Water Faction (limited to
the Virtual Realm, but wearing the same garments in reality also grants the
enhancement).”

“Doomsday Afternoon – Observer: Gain +3% attack power when unharmed.”

Costumes can actually boost attributes!

Although the boost was small, it was better than nothing. If possible, Ashe would
have loved to give the Swimsuit to the Swordswoman, but it was not exchangeable.

Even though the Swimsuit offered more of a boost and the new Operator also had
affinity with the Water Faction, Ashe equipped himself with “Doomsday Afternoon”
instead. After all, the Swimsuit was too embarrassing, and Ashe’s self-esteem,
which the company had whittled away sustainably over the years, was just barely
intact; he couldn’t waste it on something like this.

Moreover, as long as he customized identical garments in reality, he could trigger

the enhancements. No matter how he thought about it, the Swimsuit simply couldn’t
become regular attire. Ashe didn’t want to bear the negative buff of “very likely
to be considered a pervert by others” just for a slight boost.

Compared to the Swimsuit, “Doomsday Afternoon” was much more normal, appearing as a
dark red gradient overcoat that should be easy to obtain.

After getting a bottle of Pure Radiance Special Drink for himself and the Death
Maniac Swordswoman, Ashe noticed that the apocalypse observer in the Portrait
immediately drank it, while the Portrait of the Death Maniac Swordswoman showed a
“zzz” sleep icon, indicating that the action of consuming the Potion had to be
delayed for five hours.

Lastly, there was the special golden Item never seen before.

“Debauched Prince’s D20: A die for Entertainment, hand-carved by the Debauched

Prince himself. When used during Entertainment, it allows the Operator to receive a
gift from the Debauched Prince.

When ‘Entertainment’ is arranged in the Operator’s Cultivation Strategy, the D20

can be rolled at the end of each Entertainment session. Depending on factors like
the type of Entertainment, the number rolled on the die, the Operator’s mood, etc.,
Operators can gain anywhere from 0% to 200% Magic Debauched Experience (100%
experience = 1 professional Training session).”

Magic Debauched Experience is not subject to any reductions, only additional

bonuses.”

Ashe understood immediately—this Item made the previously impractical

‘Entertainment’ option in the Cultivation Strategy more useful. Before,
Entertainment only increased trivial stats like an Operator’s mood, but now there
was a chance to earn significant Magic experience through Entertainment,
effectively allowing Operators to grow stronger while playing games and reducing
the experience loss that came with Entertainment.

In simple terms, it was a useless Item.

After all, Ashe wouldn’t schedule Entertainment for his Operators, even with this
new Item.

A quick calculation revealed that Entertainment cost two Action Points and could
yield a maximum of 200% experience; however, Training cost one Action Point and
guaranteed 100% experience. Mathematically, the return on two Training sessions was
definitely better than one Entertainment session!

As for the mood boost from Entertainment… Although the Swordswoman often
complained, under Ashe’s era-leading motivational speeches, she had gradually
adapted to the high-intensity Training, which showed that human adaptability is
quite strong, and there’s still potential to be tapped into her initiative.

Ashe judged based on his own experience; when he first started his job, he went
straight into a 997

schedule, where touching fish was synonymous with Resting, and yet he survived,
even managing to get ahead with promotions and salary increases, proving that
Entertainment was unnecessary.

The harder the struggle, the more luxurious Ashe’s lifestyle became—driving a Land
Rover!
The harder the Operators work, the more luxurious the players’ lifestyle—driving a
Ferrari!

The harder you haul bricks, the more the Observer looks for affairs!

To the Swordswoman and the Witch, keep it up!

However, the name of the Item surprisingly included Debauched Prince, and if Ashe
remembered correctly, wasn’t the Debauched Prince one of the incarnations of the
Four Pillars?

This thought circled in his mind and then dissipated into thin air—no matter if
you’re the king of heaven or the Debauched Prince, once it’s in my hands, it’s
mine, and whatever I eat is nourishment!

Then, regarding the Black-and-White Witch’s Cultivation Strategy… Ashe paused here,
remembering that the Swordswoman’s weekly Cultivation would also end tomorrow.

He thought about it and decided to formulate the Black-and-White Witch’s

Cultivation Strategy tomorrow, syncing both Operators’ Cultivation cycles so that
the weekly reports could be delivered together.

It’s not exactly OCD, but synchronizing the cultivation cycles of all Operators
does feel much more comfortable—okay, it’s a mild case of OCD.

Then there’s the “Intermediate Trial Card”…

Actually, the moderate amount of experience provided by the Trial Card is barely
significant for both Two Wings Operators. What Ashe values more is the ‘slight
increase in Operator Bond’.

The Swordswoman already has a Level 3 Bond with him, while the Black-and-White
Witch is at Level 0.

For the Swordswoman, the Bond provided by the Trial Card is equivalent to Ashe
taking her out for a meal and a stroll down the street, at most maintaining their
current relationship, far from enough to upgrade their Bond. But for the Black-and-
White Witch, the Trial Card is like Ashe introducing himself, breaking the ice,
sharing a bit about family backgrounds—it might not upgrade the Bond right away,
but after a few more encounters, they will become more familiar with each other,
making it a very cost-effective choice.

So Ashe decides to use the “Intermediate Trial Card” on the Black-and-White Witch.

Just as he closes the game interface, Ashe feels as if a membrane in his mind has
burst, and the drowsiness that had been teasing him without advancing suddenly
takes him by force. Ashe quickly collapses into a pile of mush and falls asleep.

After about thirty seconds, the car door slides open.

A young man dressed in a dark blue Butler’s uniform enters the car. With his light
blue hair and a blue gradient cloak, bright eyes, white teeth, and tender white
cheeks, he looks no older than thirteen or fourteen.
He turns the sleeping Igor over, touches Igor’s forehead with his left hand, and a
book materializes in his right. Flipping through it, he says, “Second place in the
‘Two Wings Mind Ranking – Azura Sub-Ranking,’ fifth in the ‘Azura Beauty Ranking,’
the name is Igor Bukin.”

“Ah~ so that means Mildred, the social butterfly, has been squeezed out of the
Beauty Ranking?” someone outside chuckles lightly. “Great, finally one less person
to bring down my style. Since he’s in the top ranks of both minor rankings… let’s
tentatively classify him as a three-star character.”

The young man nods, moves over to touch Harvey’s forehead, and says, “First place
in the ‘Two Wings Necromancy Ranking – Azura Sub-Ranking,’ the name is Archibald
Harvey.”

“First in a minor ranking like the Necromancy Ranking? But still, it’s first place…
also tentatively a three-star then.”

The young man goes over to Ashe, touches his forehead for quite a while.

The person outside asked curiously, “What’s the matter?”

“It seems… he’s not on any Ranking List.”

“Not on any list? He seems to be a Two Wings Sorcerer, right? Not on the
Comprehensive Sorcerer Ranking, Murder Ranking, Creation Ranking, Faction Ranking—
none of the minor lists?”

“No, none.”

“Hmm… then let’s just classify him as a zero-star waste.”

Footnote:

Thigh Accessory(大腿挂件):

A “thigh accessory” refers to a person who clings to someone with powerful

abilities or influence. Derived from the phrase “to hug the thigh,” a thigh
accessory is like an ornament that clings to the leg, symbolizing someone who
latches onto a powerful ally and is unwilling to let go. Here, “thigh”
metaphorically represents a strong and capable teammate or partner.

997:

“997” refers to the work schedule practiced by some companies in China, especially
in the internet industry, where the work pace is extremely fast. The working hours
are from 9 am to 9 pm, 7 days a week.

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While Ashe was being written off as irredeemable kitchen waste, far away in the
bustling imperial capital of Nabistin, there lay a series of grand and solemn
palaces. Among them, the most eye-catching was the towering Tower built on a small
island in the middle of Yalan Lake. With its white walls and blue roofs,
accompanied by the singing of orioles and the circling of doves, the structure
seemed to belong not to this world but to a fairy tale.

“…And so, the brave knight defeated the fire-breathing Evil Dragon and found the
beautiful princess in its lair. Together, they returned to the capital and were
celebrated by all. The king officiated their wedding, and the knight and princess
lived happily ever after, a joyous and congratulatory occasion.”

Granny, with a smile radiating across her face, closed the picture book as the
room’s clock chimed, and a charming cuckoo bird popped out to announce the time.

“Princess, the clock has struck twelve; it is time for you to sleep,” Granny said
gently as she tugged at the covers, careful as if the mere act of covering the
princess could cause harm.

The princess blinked her lovely pale green eyes, which twinkled like stars with
dazzling brilliance. Her skin was as pure white as snow, her lips as red as blood,
and she had long, black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, fanning out on
the pillow.

“Granny Marsha, when will the Evil Dragon come to capture me?” she asked.

Granny patted the princess’s head with a smile, “The brave knights are all outside
protecting you, so the Evil Dragon can’t come and take you away, my dear princess.”

“Ah? Won’t the Evil Dragon be very disappointed then?” the princess said, somewhat
forlornly. “It wants to capture me so badly, just as I long to see Nina… Granny
Marsha, when will Nina come to visit me?”

“Princess Nina is very busy, but as soon as she has some free time, she will surely
come to visit you.”

Granny turned off the bedside lamp and quietly left the room.

The princess lay in bed, her thoughts wandering. She pictured the Evil Dragon in
her mind: it would have four beautiful sharp horns, scales that glimmered, and a
mouth full of fierce but neatly arranged sharp teeth. Its eyes would be as large as
half-moon mirrors, and I could see my reflection in its pupils…

When the Princess turned over in bed, she was stunned: a Bronze Dragon, exactly as
she had imagined, appeared outside the window, gently flapping its wings in the air
and gazing at her with vertical pupils.

The Princess threw back the covers and got out of bed, dressed in a pure white
cotton nightgown, her bare feet touching the cold marble floor. She walked over to
the window and met the gaze of the Bronze Dragon.

“Have you come to take me away?”

The Bronze Dragon remained silent, just quietly watching her.

But the Princess, as if hearing something, smiled brightly: “Alright, I’ll go with
you.”

Compared to the knights who had always guarded her at the base of the Tower, the
Princess felt that the Evil Dragon in front of her was more like the hero who would
save her—she would ride on the back of the Evil Dragon, soaring through the skies,
looking down upon the magnificent earth and experiencing the thrilling adventures
she had longed for.
She carefully climbed over the window sill, and the barriers that had previously
stopped her seemed to vanish in that moment. Sitting on the edge of the window, her
two adorable, shiny little feet gently swayed as she opened her arms toward the
Bronze Dragon: “Thank you, Evil Dragon.”

However, the knights below the Tower were, in fact, watchers.

The Bronze Dragon did not exist in reality.

But the Princess really did jump.

With a piercing whistle cutting through the night, the entire Palace was alerted.
The Palace Sorcerers were urgently summoned, and the Tri-wings Sanctuary Sorcerers
flew directly to the room at the top of the Tower for a thorough search, but still
found nothing.

“Where’s the Princess?”

“The Princess is missing!”

“Go look for her! Get the Prophet over here! …No, use the Gospel to ask for the
Princess’s location! No matter the cost in Points, use all the Gospels necessary!”

“It’s no use, the Gospel won’t respond!”

“How is that possible…”

The frustrated trackers soon left the Princess’s room, which they had disrupted,
extending their search throughout the entire imperial city.

No one noticed that an uninvited guest had already appeared in the room and had
been watching the whole drama unfold from the sidelines.

He walked to the window, hands resting on the sill, and stretched his head out to
survey the magnificent royal city that was lit up below. Layer upon layer of
aurora-like Curtains gradually unfolded above the city. Thousands of ‘Hawkeye’
drones took off from various locations, laser-like Pattern Lines emerged on the
ground, and all surveillance systems were activated at full capacity. In minutes,
every corner of the city had been checked, and all spatial Miracles Purified, all
in search of the missing princess.

“It saves me the trouble,” he said with a chuckle, resting his chin on his hand.
“Educating the Swordswoman has cost me quite a bit of ‘time’.”

“Who are you?”

A petulant voice suddenly came from behind him. The observer turned his head to
look at the young girl in a black dress standing by the bed. She had stunningly
beautiful features, skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and long, shiny black
hair.

Unlike the tranquil and lovely princess who had just jumped, she appeared furious,
hands on her hips, puffing up her face as she glared at the observer, almost as if
she was about to rush up and take a big bite.
“Although I would like to say it’s nice to meet you for the first time, we have
already made eye contact just now,” the observer said, spreading his hands.
“Pleased to meet you, Witch. I am the apocalypse observer, but you can call me
observer.”

“I am not a Witch!” She walked straight up to him, poking his chest with her
finger. “I am Princess Lise Deya; you can call me Princess Lise or Princess Deya.
I’ve never had such a strange title as ‘Witch’!”

The observer tactically leaned back and asked, “So, should I call you Lise or
Deya?”

She blinked, “…Deya.”

“But I think ‘Witch’ sounds nicer,” the observer turned back to look at the
increasingly bustling imperial capital. “So, Witch, how does freedom feel?”

“Are you mocking me?” Deya grabbed the observer’s collar and twisted him back
around, almost lifting him off his feet. “Who exactly are you? How did you manage
to break through the barriers to enter the royal city, and even my Tower? Without
the help of the Bronze Dragon, I couldn’t have possibly left this prison!”

“If a legendary Sorcerer could possibly infiltrate this place, then your ability to
see me truly surpasses the realm of mortals,” Deya said earnestly. “I am not a
Soul, not a spirit, nor arcane energy; I am an illusion, a thought, a sentiment…
Other than Lise, no one should be able to notice my existence, no one in this world
should be able to see me.”

“How can you see a thought?”

Deya scrutinized the Observer’s face, shrouded in mist. “Are you the Divine
Master?”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

Lifted up by Deya, the Observer showed no irritation, calmly stating, “I am not a

god, at least… not yet. On the contrary, I am here to seek your help.”

Deya cocked her head, “What help?”

“Become my companion, accept my arrangements.”

“Should I take that as your declaration of slavery?”

“I vow to defend your right to free thought to the death.”

“Absurd.”

Deya forcefully pushed the Observer out of the window, and pure white radiance
began to emanate from her as the center. In an instant, the entire world turned
into a vast expanse of whiteness, leaving only Deya standing and the Observer
falling.

The Observer’s dark red cloak gradually turned gray, and his entire being came to a
halt, as if time had frozen around him.

“Though I do not know who you are, nor how you can see me, the fact that you can
communicate with me means you are within my thought,” Deya articulated each word.
“Intruding into someone else’s Kingdom of thought is a very dangerous thing.”
She clasped her hands together: “Be shattered into countless pieces by time,
Observer!”

As soon as Deya finished speaking, the Observer’s body shattered like a mirror,
breaking smaller and smaller until it turned into a pile of sparkling sand.

Hmph, is that all there is to it?… Just as this thought surfaced in Deya’s mind,
suddenly, cracking sounds came from all directions!

Crack!

Deya looked up, only to find the pure white still world she created cracked like a
mirror, fissures spreading everywhere! In each fragment of the world, the
Observer’s blurred figure appeared!

Everywhere under the heavens, in all directions, endless, omnipresent!

“Not an illusion, not a facade; each one is the real me.”

The voices of the Observers resonated like rolling thunder, the resonance nearly
shaking Deya’s form: “We come from a second ago, a nanosecond ago, a millionth of a
nanosecond ago… Instead of using time to kill, you should learn how to use time to
not die.”

“It seems I can’t save the effort after all.”

By the time Deya collected her thoughts, she found herself sitting on the edge of
the bed with the Observer still beside the windowsill, as if nothing had happened.

But Deya knew that in the mental confrontation that had just occurred, even within
her own Kingdom of thought, she had lost, and utterly so. She couldn’t describe the
feeling—her free thought had been defeated!

She rolled on the bed and hid behind it to avoid the Observer’s gaze, asking
cautiously like a startled rabbit: “Do you, being such an entity, truly need my
help?”

“You seem to overestimate me a bit,” the Observer said with a smile: “I am also
just a distant longing. Without some special methods, I couldn’t even see you. My
actual presence has just set foot on the Time Continent, without a single Gold
feather, weaker than you. With your help, exploring the Virtual Realm will be much
easier.”

How could that be… Deya didn’t believe for a second that the Observer only had Two
Wings, but she quickly caught on to the key phrase he mentioned: “Exploring the
Virtual Realm?”

“Yes, you will join my team for Exploring the Virtual Realm, and together we will
make a splash across the Time Continent.” The Observer nodded: “But don’t expect me
to provide any information. As for the Virtual Realm and the Time Continent, you
have a deeper understanding than I.”

Exploring the Virtual Realm together? Deya instinctively wanted to dismiss such a
fanciful idea, but on second thought, it seemed more ordinary compared to the
Observer’s ability to see her.
The main point was, the Observer had no reason to deceive her, a mere Two Wings
Sorcerer, even if she was favored by the Bronze Dragon.

However, if the Observer’s strength really was less than hers, that meant…

“That’s right,” the Observer suddenly recalled something and said: “I also have a
companion who is a Swordcerer. Together, we have traversed the Sea of Knowledge,
defeating many enemies.”

Deya pushed aside the bold thoughts that sprang to mind. “Do I have the right to
refuse?”

“I also have a companion who is a Swordcerer. Together we’ve sailed the Sea of
Knowledge, slaying many enemies,” the Observer repeated with a smile.

Frustrated, she pointed at the Observer and exclaimed, “You’re threatening me!”

“I prefer to think of it as temptation,” the Observer tilted his head slightly:

“But I swear to defend your right to free imagination to the death.”

Deya seemed about to say more when suddenly her expression changed, and she
vanished in a blur.

“Not even a goodbye, such an impolite Princess,” the Observer lounged in the chair
at the vanity: “So what if the Cultists have captured her? Why the panic? She
should have known that the favor of the Bronze Dragon isn’t so easily borne.”

“Compared to you, she’s really quite mischievous.”

The Swordswoman sat at the edge of the windowsill, her long legs in black stockings
swinging gently in the air, her expression tinged with worry: “But she’s too
mischievous, I’m more concerned about whether Ashe can handle her.”

“Don’t worry.”

The Observer said with a playful smile, “Isn’t there Sonya?”

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As Ashe woke up, he saw Harvey and Igor eating sandwiches.

“Aren’t you afraid they’re poisoned?”

“Then I’ll just take—”

“What I mean is, you should have woken me up to test them for poison.” Ashe quickly
grabbed the last sandwich and licked it to claim ownership, eliciting a look of
disgust from Igor.

“How long did we sleep?”

Ashe checked the game interface, “It’s 2 a.m. now; we slept for less than an hour.”

Igor murmured, “That means we’ll have to stay here the whole day…”

“Why?”

“If there were only a 6-hour drive left, there would be no need to provide food.
We’re injured and sleep-deprived. If we stopped eating for another day, there’s a
risk of sudden death, so they made sure to provide us with food.”

The sandwiches were far from filling and only made Ashe hungrier. He knocked on the
padded wall, morosely saying, “Does this mean we’re going back to Prison? I’m
starting to doubt if the title of the Sorcerer Handbook will be ‘The Masses’ Prison
Review’ after I die…”

“Going to Prison would be a good outcome,” Igor said solemnly. “What I’m really
afraid of is if they have a Slave society, where Sorcerers are the Slave masters,
and all common people are slaves to Sorcerers. Coupled with the technological
system of Sorcerers, they could force a Slave society into a modern developed
Kingdom…”

Harvey inquired, “Isn’t being a Slave better than being a Prisoner?”

“Not at all. The biggest problem with a Slave society is that it’s ruled by men,
not laws. When a Conflict arises, the first thought of Slave owners isn’t to solve
the problem but to eliminate the person causing it. They have a penchant for
violence, place extreme importance on blood relations, are very exclusionary and
discriminatory against outsiders, and everyone’s social status is assigned from the
day they are born with absolutely no class mobility.” Igor spoke with aversion,
“Even some feudal superstitions are better than a Slave system.”

Harvey chuckled, “Then it seems we’ve fled from the Blood Moon Kingdom to an even
worse Kingdom. Sigh, when I think about it, the Blood Moon Kingdom wasn’t that bad.
If the Church had allowed commoners to study Necromancy, I probably wouldn’t have
bothered to run away. Sadly, I didn’t have the chance to go to school initially,
and later couldn’t get into graduate school to become part of the sacred bloodline,
which meant I had no right to learn Necromancy…”

“It’s not necessarily a Slave society,” Ashe suggested, his tongue flicking out to
lick the water inside the bottle. “Maybe this is a Civilized Kingdom that’s even
more advanced than the Blood Moon Kingdom and doesn’t view refugees from other
countries as enemies—”

“What Civilized Kingdom produces professional prison wagons like this?” Igor patted
the padded rear wall. “Harvey, if you were to transport someone you’ve captured,
how would you do it?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Don’t you know?”

“Well, I do know…” Harvey mumbled. “I have a friend, really just a friend. If it

were me, I’d turn the person into a Corpse and have them run back on their own… But
that friend usually uses drugs and an Auxiliary Spirit to hypnotize the target into
unconsciousness, ties them up, and throws them into a van to transport them.”

“Would there be a company in the Blood Moon that makes these kinds of carriages?”
“Impossible. The closest thing might be a camper, but the business of binding
people is considered a lower-value sector in our society; there’s no way they would
custom-build carriages for such a minor business.”

Igor looked at Ashe. “So, Cult Leader, do you understand? Anyone who has these
kinds of carriages is likely a special Occupation, mainly involved in capturing
people—probably a Slave Catcher Squad. If there’s a Slave Catcher Squad, then it
naturally follows that there’s a system of Slavery…”

“Wait a minute,” Ashe raised his hand to ask. “Couldn’t it be human traffickers?”

“A sex Slave is still a type of Slave—”

“It could also be traffickers who abduct children.”

“Child trafficking?” Both Igor and Harvey looked puzzled. “Why would someone kidnap
children? Who would buy them? And what for?”

Ashe suddenly remembered that even families had dissolved in the Blood Moon Kingdom
—without buyers, there naturally wouldn’t be any traffickers. He took some effort
to describe this vile industry to Igor and Harvey, but they still couldn’t grasp
the concept—much like trying to explain the exhilaration of fitness to someone who
never exercises.

Even though they had escaped the Blood Moon Kingdom, its culture was deeply
ingrained in their souls. They struggled to understand why some people would go to
such lengths to have descendants, even if it meant taking someone else’s, to the
point of fostering a sinister industry. In their worldview, descendants might be
closer than strangers, but they were still ‘others,’ not ‘self.’

In a sense, the Blood Moon didn’t deliberately erase their emotions; it just
perfected one of their correct thought patterns to the extreme—when selfishness
became their highest principle, the emotional effort required became
incomprehensible.

This was also why Ashe remained wary of them. It wasn’t just because they were
death row inmates, but also because the education of the Blood Moon had lowered
their moral standards so significantly that they could be compared to a project
manager who’d call Ashe at three in the morning to rush a PowerPoint presentation.

Humans are creatures with great limitations, unable to comprehend things they’ve
never seen. Only by witnessing enough of everything can one grasp all the truths of
the world. Without sufficient experience, even a gemstone in front of someone might
be mistaken for a mere rock. Thus, to obtain the gemstone, one must first witness
the rise and fall of all things…

A strange idea popped into Ashe’s mind. He shook his head to suppress the sudden
flight of fancy and said, “Even if it really is a Slave Catcher Squad, at least our
lives would be safe. Plus, being Slaves could help us quickly understand this
world. If it comes down to it, we could always become Prison Escapees. We are,
after all, professionals at escaping.”

Igor looked at Ashe with a hint of surprise and was silent for a while. Ashe felt
uneasy under his gaze, “What’s up?”

“I’ve had this vague feeling since I was in prison,” said Igor, “I’m not sure if
it’s ignorance that breeds fearlessness, or the blind confidence you cultivated as
a Cult Leader, but you seem to have never feared the malice of Destiny.”

“After all, we barely escaped the Blood Moon, only to be captured again. Even I
can’t help but want to curse at the world, yet you, like a fish with only a seven-
second memory, immediately start thinking about how to utilize being a Slave.”

“Do you have some kind of ace up your sleeve?”

An ace? Does the Black-and-White Witch I just drew count?

Ashe scratched his head: “Isn’t this just normal mental resilience? Like when your
boss suddenly gives you a new task on your way home from work, demanding it be done
by the next morning, you curse inwardly for a bit, then order takeout and work
overtime obediently, right?”

Harvey said, “I think most people wouldn’t equate working overtime with being
caught by a Slave Catcher Squad… Go on.”

Ashe and Igor caught the item Harvey threw to them—a Snow White Brand Moon Sugar.

“When we get off the bus, that’s when we are most vulnerable and they are most
lax,” Harvey said calmly. “This stuff can force your spirit into a state of high
alert, overcoming the fatigue of sleeplessness, and even speed up the recovery of
arcane energy.”

“After leaving the Blood Moon, you won’t find Moon Sugar anywhere,” Igor mentioned.
“Physical addiction to sugar can be broken with spirits, but I’ve never heard of
anyone overcoming the psychological craving. In Shattered Lake Prison, many a Death
row inmate spent all their contributions just to buy Moon Sugar.”

“There should be similar drugs in this Kingdom,” Harvey said, patting the padded
wall. “The more advanced the Kingdom, the more popular the drugs to fill the void.
Every Race has a self-destructive tendency; when survival is no longer a pressure,
they seek out activities that are more dangerous but also more pleasurable.”

“Necromancer’s peculiar theories,” Igor put away the item. “I’ll take it, I won’t
use it, but I’ll cooperate with you.”

“Same here,” Ashe was not interested in testing his own resistance to toxins, but
after some thought, he still put it in his bag—it could be considered for the
Substitute, to see the Substitute’s reaction.

Thinking of the Substitute first when there’s good food, that’s so me.

After a long journey, at 6 p.m. during the Blood Moon, Igor finally felt the
carriage come to a stop. The three exhausted individuals exchanged glances, knowing
that the first major challenge was about to begin. Harvey silently consumed a piece
of Moon Sugar, instantly revitalizing his spirit and energy.

The carriage door slid open. “Come out, the three of you.”

At that moment, Ashe suddenly realized that he could understand the language of
this kingdom, although with a strange accent, probably somewhere between Cantonese
and Mandarin. With careful listening, it was still intelligible.
Even within the same language, different cities can lead to different accents, so
it was normal for them to have one. But they had transmigrated to another kingdom,
and yet the basic language was still the same?

Stepping out of the carriage, they were greeted by a sky half-filled with a setting
sun and half with stars, and what looked like an abandoned industrial park—a rare
sight in the Blood Moon Kingdom, where the Blood Moon always hurried to announce
its presence before the sun had set.

As they had expected, the vehicle that transported them seemed quite advanced,
entirely silver-white. Although it still had four wheels, the tires surprisingly
lacked the Pattern Lines that increase friction for anti-slip purposes; it seemed
as if a single brake could lead to a drift of several meters, completely beyond
their understanding of driving, looking more like a concept car from a fantasy.

This was a kingdom where Sorcerer technology was highly advanced, at least more so
than in the Blood Moon Kingdom.

This was the conclusion all three came to upon seeing the vehicle that represented
the pinnacle of industrial production.

“These three are the People from the Exotic Lands you requested. You can check them
with the Gospel,” said the voice.

Standing in front of Ashe were two unremarkable individuals: a youthful-looking

Butler and a beautiful girl with purple hair and green eyes.

The latter was holding a luxurious orange velvet folding fan and dressed in a
purple coat. Ashe’s immediate thought upon seeing her was of a phrase often seen in
tabloid news: “She outshone everyone!”

Ashe instinctively glanced at Igor—the girl’s beauty was a match for Igor’s!

Moreover, because Ashe was more familiar with Igor, there’s a saying that the grass
is always greener on the other side, so the unfamiliar girl’s attractiveness gained
extra points in Ashe’s mind, thoroughly surpassing Igor.

From Ashe’s account, these two hardly seemed ordinary. However, in comparison to
another group, they indeed appeared quite common—six sinister figures in black
robes were glaring ominously at Ashe and his companions.

“The People from the Exotic Lands are confirmed,” the leader of the Black Robe Men
nodded. “No time to delay; let’s proceed with the trade.”

The young Butler stepped forward, presenting three controller-like keys, while the
Black Robe Man produced a box. Harvey lowered his eyelids, as if readying for
action.

But they all refrained from any sudden moves until the transaction was complete.

This was because the Purple-clad Girl was smiling at them the entire time.

Ashe’s Beast Intuition was triggered, indicating that the Purple-clad Girl was even
more of a beast than he was, to the extent that his subconscious began to fear her.

The Butler handed the box to the Purple-clad Girl, who opened it to reveal an
octahedral amethyst. The amethyst seemed to have an inner light source, emitting a
warm and inviting glow that made the Purple-clad Girl look even more dazzling. Her
beauty skyrocketed, overwhelming Igor by a large margin.
“The trade is complete,” said the Purple-clad Girl and the Butler, making way.
“Now, these three are in the hands of the Four Pillars Cult.”

The Four Pillars Cult?

The Four Pillars Cult!

Harvey and Igor instantly turned their heads to stare at Ashe, who was equally
stunned—he had indeed heard the term “Four Pillars Cult” in his half-asleep state
before, but the speaker had a heavy accent, and he was groggy, so he thought he had
misheard.

Before Ashe could gather his wits, the Black Robe Man’s sleeves unleashed dozens of
chains that tightly bound the trio and stuffed them into prepared Body Bags,
tossing them into their vehicle.

He then turned to the Purple-clad Girl and said, “We’ll head back to commence the
Ritual. Let’s hope for future collaborations, Funeral Firm.”

The Purple-clad Girl gave a slight nod: “Ranked number nine on Azura’s Quest
Ranking, the Funeral Firm is always ready for your commission.”

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“O great Eternal Calamity, Selina Bright! Goodness follows you, evil admires you!
Light yearns for you, and darkness also hopes for you! You are the being that
transcends all, the hue that God has plated onto everything!”

As Ashe crawled out of the Body Bag, he saw countless Black Robe Cultists kneeling
on the ground, their foreheads touching the earth, singing praises with fanatic
voices. This familiar hymn almost triggered Ashe’s post-traumatic stress disorder.

Could it be that this hymn is the unified standard Version across the world?!

“I’m seriously starting to wonder if we’re all in this mess because of you, Ashe…”
Harvey’s lamenting voice came from the side. He soon grunted in pain as a Black
Robe Cultist stepped on his left arm, flattening it—not because the cultist was
particularly forceful, but because Harvey’s left arm was missing a bone.

Last night, when they were ambushed by Gersas, the situation was desperate: Ashe
had to halt, Langna and Ronald covered each other, and Igor lost a large chunk of
flesh that still hadn’t healed. Harvey, however, seemed to have it easy; he threw a
bone into the air, and the Shot Bullets aimed at his body, for some reason, veered
off towards the bone as if the Necromancer was unaffected.
But during the lengthy car ride of the past several hours, Ashe had already noticed
that Harvey’s left hand was almost completely useless, unable to even lift. Now it
was clear that Harvey was probably the most severely injured among them—after all,
Igor could regrow his flesh, but Harvey couldn’t regenerate his own bones.

It was likely that the Necromancy Faction had some Miracle for bone recovery, but
as soon as Harvey transmigrated through the portal, he was fitted with a Collar,
leaving him no chance to grow a new bone for his arm. It was like going to the
Restroom only to find there’s no toilet paper and having to use one’s fingers, then
coming out to realize the water’s been shut off.

The chains of the Black Robe figures entwined around the three of them like
tentacles once again, lifting them up. Now, Ashe could finally observe their
surroundings—the all too familiar underground hall!

In a grand underground hall, twice the size of a soccer field with a ceiling
stretching up some ten meters high, the space was bright yet ancient under the glow
of densely packed hanging fires. The walls were smooth and covered in bizarre,
colorful murals that depicted scenes of brutality and debauchery: lines of people
waiting for slaughter, six pairs of men and women engaged in a twisted, communal
mating posture, hundreds spilling their blood to fill a swimming pool, and various
Races in states of decay.

The vibrant colors combined with the utterly transgressive content should have been
enough to shock and offend anyone. However, Ashe merely glanced at them without a
hint of disgust, nor pleasure, simply considering them as regular pieces of art.

“Don’t look, it’s toxic,” Igor whispered softly. Ashe snapped back to reality—
realizing that the moment he began to accept these strange aesthetics as normal
art, he had been silently corrupted.

Only Igor, with his genuine set of professional aesthetics, recognized this
abnormality. His refined eye for beauty was not something that Harvey and Ashe,
with their lack of artistic culture—capable of admiring the shape of their own
excrement post-evacuation—could comprehend.

The chains on the trio were tugged, and the Black Robe Man signaled for them to
walk forward. Before Ashe was a narrow stone path over the water. Remarkably, this
underground hall had a pond, and on either side of the stone path, there were four
statues representing a valiant general, a refined middle-aged Scholar, a benevolent
elder, and a pure young girl.

They obediently traversed the stone path. The believers, who had been singing hymns
just moments before, suddenly fell silent, kneeling on the ground. Now, only the
sound of their footsteps echoed in the hall.

As they approached the towering Silver Throne, the chains behind them jerked,
forcing them to kneel as well.

“Are you the People from the Exotic Lands?”

A charming and naive voice floated from the Silver Throne, which had been facing
away from them. The throne smoothly rotated to face them, and upon seeing who was
seated upon it, Ashe and his companions’ faces registered shock.

Seated on the Silver Throne was a petite girl who appeared to be no older than ten,
her silver-white hair highlighted with a tinge of wine-red, adding depth to the
color. She was dressed in an adorable black dress with white frills, a gothic style
that made her resemble a delicate doll.

However, the girl lacked both arms and legs.

She was like a doll dressed in an outfit yet to have its limbs attached, placed
decoratively upon the Silver Throne.

The Silver Throne was equipped with two mechanical arms extending from it: the
right arm held a steaming cup of beverage, and the left arm held a thin comic book.
She seemed to be enjoying her afternoon tea while reading the comic.

“Yes, Eternal Calamity,” the Black Robe Man said, kneeling. “They have been
confirmed as the People from the Exotic Lands through the Gospel.”

“Thank you for your hard work,” the little girl replied. “Then bring the other
Sacrifices as well. The ritual is to commence immediately; the Four Pillars are
growing impatient!”

“Yes!”

A fervent atmosphere quickly swept through the entire underground hall, even the
hanging fires burned more fiercely. Ashe and his companions were tightly bound by
chains, unable to break free, watching helplessly as the butcher sharpens his knife
for the fish on the chopping board!

“Ashe!”

“Ashe…”

Harvey and Igor sent strong, clear signals, and Ashe’s face contorted with
frustration, fully aware they saw him as their last hope for salvation.

After all, in their eyes, Heath might indeed be the Cult Leader of the Four Pillars
Cult, and this place was also the domain of the Four Pillars. Surely, there
couldn’t be two sets of Four Pillars Cult?

It was like mistaking a flood for a dragon king’s temple or Moonshadow for a
desecrated grave of Blood Saint – not recognizing one’s own kin! Shouldn’t you,
Ashe, hurry up to acknowledge your heritage, return gloriously as a Scholar
studying abroad to the local branch of the Four Pillars Cult, and then quickly save
us? If necessary, we’ll also believe in the Four Pillars Cult and commit some
atrocious acts, as long as we survive first.

But Ashe knew his own circumstances; Heath might be the Cult Leader, but he
certainly was not!

The Four Pillars might recognize him, but he did not recognize the Four Pillars!

Ashe’s knowledge of the Four Pillars Cult came solely from news reports; the Sin
Hunter’s Hall knew more about the Four Pillars Cult than he ever did. Ashe had
never spent a day as a Cult Leader; he couldn’t even pass for a counterfeit one. At
best, he could be considered a Cult Leader in spirit.

Ashe did have thoughts of forging a closer connection with the Cult Leader here,
but he didn’t understand the doctrines of the Four Pillars Cult, nor did he know
any secret signals. Could he really convince the other party he was a fellow
Cultist with just his words? Not everyone is as naive as Freya!

And there was another point. Although Ashe couldn’t quite remember the scene when
he first transmigrated, he was certain that the Blood Moon division, whether in
terms of the number of Followers, the size of the base, or the aura of the Leader,
couldn’t hold a candle to this branch.

Even as branches of the same Four Pillars Cult, it was uncertain whether Eternal
Calamity would be willing to accept a poor relative from the countryside. It was
possible that the reaction would be more along the lines of, “You’re a branch
Leader? Then we must treat you seriously,” followed by an array of torture devices
to show the Four Pillars Cult that they indeed honored a visiting Leader, sending
Ashe off properly.

But to simply wait for death was undoubtedly foolish. So, Ashe summoned his courage
and raised his head to say, “Um, hello.”

“Hello,” Eternal Calamity replied politely, looking down at Ashe. “Is there
something you need?”

Ashe decided to declare his Cult reputation and title: “I am the apocalypse
observer, Ashe Heath.”

“I am Eternal Calamity, Selina Bright,” she responded, turning to Igor and Harvey,
“Do you also wish to introduce yourselves?”

“No, what I mean is, I am also a Follower of the Four Pillars Cult,” Ashe said
carefully. “I am the Leader of the Blood Moon Kingdom branch of the Four Pillars
Cult. The Blood Moon Kingdom is the Exotic Land we come from.”

“Oh, is that so?” She seemed a bit surprised, giving Ashe a few glances. “But you
seem like a nice person.”

Ashe’s face turned red with frustration — in everyone else’s eyes, he was an
irredeemable Cult Leader, and no matter how many times he explained, no one
believed he was a good person. Yet, when he told a Cult Leader that he was a fellow
Cultist, she actually thought he seemed like a good person.

Jeez, can’t the world cut me a break? When a Cult Leader does something bad, he’s
seen as a Cult Leader, but when a good person does something bad, they’re still
seen as good. Even my company’s CEO isn’t this hypocritical!

Ashe tried to speak in a calm tone: “No, I really am a Leader of a Four Pillars
Cult branch. I’m a bad person. I’ve been accused by the authorities of involvement
in multiple kidnapping cases, murder cases, robbery cases, and other serious
crimes. I was sentenced to the maximum penalty and only managed to escape from
prison. Blood Moon has no place for me anymore, so I left to come here.”

Eternal Calamity cocked her head, a cute curve forming on her brow: “Then prove it
to me.”

“Prove it?”

A mechanical arm withdrew a dagger from the folds of her skirt and threw it to the
ground in front of Ashe. The chains around him suddenly vanished, and although
still collared, he could move freely.
“I don’t know what they mean to you, but if you are a favored kin of the Four
Pillars Cult, then to you, they should be considered suitable Sacrifices to offer
to the Four Pillars,” Eternal Calamity said calmly. “Torture them as much as you
can, break them down, fill them with despair, and delight them with pain, but do
not kill them.”

“This should be as simple for you as getting dressed or eating, right, apocalypse
observer?”

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Igor stared at the dagger planted in front of Ashe, his parched lips trembling
slightly, a long-absent sense of fear gnawing at his heart like a wolf.

Am I afraid of death? Am I just an ordinary man after all? Am I just an unqualified

Con Artist? he pondered.

Fear is a calm Bewitcher, and composure is the lifeblood of a Con Artist. When
composure is drained by fear, it signifies the end of a Con Artist’s life.

Igor had forgotten when he last felt fear. When he deceitfully obtained his first
lollipop from the children in the Nursery, when he preemptively accused other
children to the director of the Nursery, it was as if he had lost the sensation of
fear altogether.

After diligently studying the Mind Faction, Igor deemed himself a natural
antisocial personality. Not being a Con Artist would be a waste of a trip to this
world. For him, manipulating human nature wasn’t just for profit, but survival—he
was someone who could only thrive in darkness, unable to live without deceit and
schemes.

The unique social environment and strategic location of the Blood Moon Kingdom made
his Occupation a breeze. Even being caught by the Sin Hunter’s Hall was not a cause
for fear in Igor; he saw it as vocational training. Although the Prisoners in
Shattered Lake Prison were tougher to deceive, it only increased Igor’s enthusiasm
for the challenge.

Igor had never feared the vagaries of Destiny; he had been in far more perilous
situations in the past. Encircled by hitmen from the organization, held at
gunpoint, and even threatened with mutilation, he had experienced it all, yet he
felt no fear in his heart.

Because the first person a Con Artist deceives is himself.

If a Con Artist doesn’t believe in his own immortality, how can he dare to deceive
others? If a Con Artist doesn’t believe that his next words can turn the situation
around, how can he deceive others?
So it was incomprehensible to Igor why he should feel fear now.

Clearly, his life was not in danger.

Clearly, he still had a hold on Ashe’s wish.

With just one command, Ashe would be unable to harm him in the slightest.

Ashe would probably target Harvey first, Igor thought.

As for the possibility of Ashe rejecting the invitation, Igor hadn’t even
considered it – Ashe had no reason not to strike at them, just as a Bewitcher would
not refuse an Orc delivered right to her doorstep.

For this group of Prison Escapees from Shattered Lake Prison, slaying each other
was a form of greeting; they would create opportunities for betrayal even where
none existed, and if given the chance, they would exploit it to the fullest.

Among them, there was only a pure relationship of mutual exploitation, with no room
for mercy.

It was strange to think that, after successfully escaping the prison, they had no
conflicts of interest, yet Igor felt a profound vigilance towards the others,
trusting strangers more than his fellow escapees.

They were of the same kind, incapable of peaceful coexistence. If they had to act
together, it was inevitably punctuated with death.

Igor had pondered why he harbored Killing Intent towards his fellow escapees.

To erase the past? The Sin Hunter’s Hall still held his extensive criminal record.

To guard secrets? Having left Blood Moon behind, the secrets of Harvey and Igor
held no significance.

To protect himself?

Yes, that was it – to protect himself. Because Igor realized that, no matter how
distrustful or vigilant he was, when the time came, he would still choose to
cooperate with Harvey and Ashe. And they were familiar with his Battle style; they
had become… dependents on each other.

Dependence is the most dangerous blade, handed to the one behind you by your own
hand. — “Ansu Fable Companions Conclusion”

To expose oneself is foolish, to depend on others is shameful, and to have

companions is to enter a countdown to betrayal. If it were another time, another
place, Igor might have been willing to risk getting to know these companions, but
they were Death row inmates met in prison – would you dare to keep companions
picked from the trash can?

Igor wouldn’t dare, and he knew Harvey and Ashe wouldn’t dare either.

Since they couldn’t become companions, yet were forced into an unspoken alliance of
companionship, they could only become enemies.

This was the way of the Blood Moon people in treating others – others were always
just that, others, never one of their own.

As long as you betray others first, you won’t be betrayed; such is the selfish
Rule.

So when Igor saw Ashe draw the small knife without hesitation, he felt no surprise.
Unexpectedly, Ashe didn’t move towards Harvey but turned to look at him instead.

A thought flashed through Igor’s mind, and he instantly grasped Ashe’s intention—he
wanted to force Igor to exhaust his wishes, and then deal with Harvey. By doing so,
the Con Artist would lose his leverage over the former Cult Leader.

It’s just like you… like the detestable enemy who has suppressed me from the
beginning to the end…

You truly are the Cult Leader who brings misfortune to others, and I am just one of
your many victims.

All of this was within Igor’s expectations; he did not feel anger.

But for some reason, he felt a slight sense of loss.

Ashe crouched in front of him, lifted his chin, and pressed the dagger against his
dust-covered face. Looking at Ashe, a new thought suddenly emerged in Igor’s mind—
since he was going to die anyway, instead of using his wishes to protect his last
shred of dignity before death, why not drag Ashe down with him? Why not be buried
together in the Virtual Realm and become phantoms of the past?

If I can’t survive, I need not be concerned with your life or death.

Or perhaps… use a wish to have you kill me, to end my suffering and facilitate your
rebirth?

While Igor’s emotions were in turmoil, Ashe stopped and looked towards Eternal
Calamity, asking, “Can you guarantee that you’ll let me go after I do this?”

“If you can truly prove your loyalty to the Four Pillars,” Eternal Calamity
replied, “you will naturally receive the treatment you deserve.”

“You’re evading the question with empty words,” Ashe said. “Since that’s the case,
let’s make it official. I brought a Miracle Contract paper; with the assurance of
the Virtual Realm, I’ll believe you.”

Eternal Calamity looked at him with a strange smile, as a breeze seemed to stir
around the Silver Throne, slightly lifting her skirt.

Snap!

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out as the chains of the hovering disk above Ashe’s
head broke. Although Ashe immediately threw the dagger at Eternal Calamity, he was
struck hard on the back by the falling disk, convulsing on the ground in pain like
a curled shrimp.

The dagger was deflected by an invisible force, narrowly missing Eternal Calamity’s
round, cherubic cheek by a hair’s breadth.

A mechanical arm tucked the dagger back into her skirt, and she signaled the Black
Robe Man to tie up Ashe with a Miracle, saying leisurely, “As I thought, my
judgment was correct. You are neither a Follower of the Four Pillars nor an
apocalypse observer.”

“You are just Ashe Heath.”

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“You’re just Ashe Heath.”

Why does that name feel like it’s turned into a curse?

Name: Ashe Heath. Gender: Ashe Heath. Crimes: Ashe Heath?

Ashe lay bound and disheveled on the ground, his back pain flooding in like the
tide, so intense he could only whimper and moan, without the slightest intention to
rebut the words of Eternal Calamity.

The Necromancer beside him said with sympathy, “So it was true, Ashe, when you said
you were wronged. And here I thought it was your signature dry humor. Back then I
even thought the Leader of the Four Pillars Cult had a sense of humor.”

“I think he’s simply foolish.” Igor commented coldly, “Still can’t see the
situation for what it is, even when your life is in their hands, and you still dare
to haggle. Would a lumberjack be wary of a tree just because the axe handle is made
of wood?”

“You can only try to ingratiate yourself, to become their axe, yet you act like a
cockroach trying to jump on a face, as if they should be grateful not to squash you
on the spot. Love it or leave it; they don’t lack for laborers like you. Even the
little brats in the Nursery know to bow their heads and take the job at a time like
this, but you’re the only one asking about salary, benefits, and contracts…”

Harvey had intended to argue on Ashe’s behalf, but noticing that Ashe was just
sorrowfully glaring at Igor, muttering profanities that only he could hear, Harvey
wisely kept silent. Ashe was hurt and needed a distraction; Igor’s taunting was
perfectly timed to stir up his emotions, making him forget the pain in his body.

However, Harvey felt that Igor’s berating was oddly off the mark—knowing that if
Ashe had really followed through with Eternal Calamity’s demand, it would now be
him and Igor who were wailing. Why did Igor still speak with a tone of frustrated
mockery, as if he wished Ashe to survive stepping over their corpses?

“Oooh……”

“Let me go, Mom, Dad—”

“Wah, wah, waaaah! I want my Mommy, Mommy!”

The shrill and noisy voices of children filled the hall, with both Harvey and Igor
showing expressions of disgust. It wasn’t the Four Pillars Cult’s treatment of the
children that they despised, but rather the children’s clamor—the Blood Moon people
had very low tolerance for the whining of young ones.

However, after listening for a while, Igor asked in a low voice, “Why are they all
shouting for mommy and daddy? Are mommy and daddy heroes here?”

Ashe couldn’t help but feel a bit amused at the sight of Harvey and Igor, who
seemed as illiterate as one could be, asking such a question.

Although it was also his first time hearing the parental titles of this Kingdom,
Ashe knew from the tone who they were calling for. After all, parental titles are
usually made up of the most common syllables.

“Yes, as long as you call out that phrase, mommy and daddy will give their all for
you.”

Harvey became serious, “We’re not from this Kingdom, would mommy and daddy protect
us too?”

Ashe wanted to continue teasing them, but for some reason, he suddenly felt
dispirited and did not answer. The crying children were brought around them, also
bound by Miracle chains, their cries piercing the air, some sobbing quietly, others
wailing loudly. Each one was a delicately carved young child, not taller than a
wheel, almost the same size as Eternal Calamity on the Silver Throne.

“Do young children have value as sacrifices…?” Igor asked softly.

“In the Four Pillars Cult, children symbolize ‘purity.’ Only those who have not yet
been tainted by society can harbor pure evil, pure goodness, pure hatred, pure joy,
like flawless gems,” Ashe recalled Heath’s criminal record, his face also turning
pale: “They’re not the best sacrifices, but they are the easiest to find.”

“Hey, look at that girl,” Harvey suddenly said.

Ashe looked over and saw a very cute and delicate white-haired little girl,
thinking to himself that Harvey was finally showing a bit of normalcy, albeit still
quite perverse, but at least his attention was on something alive.

But he quickly understood what Harvey meant—the little white-haired girl was too
calm.

She wasn’t crying, nor was she petrified with fear; instead, she was calmly
observing her surroundings. Noticing the gaze of the three notorious villains, she
blinked her eyes and suddenly put on a pitifully adorable expression that aroused a
protective instinct in onlookers, as though she was hoping for a hero to rescue her
from danger.

“Drama Queen,” Igor commented disdainfully. Harvey and Ashe were somewhat let down—
they had thought this little girl had some trump card, which was why she was so
composed. They hadn’t expected her only tactic to be acting cute.

As they spoke, the Black Robe Cultist made way for a large open area in the center,
and the hovering disk above them suddenly roared, releasing four rivers of flame
that spiraled into concentric circles around the group of Sacrifices. The blazing
rings of fire isolated them from the outside world.

Ancient and bizarre chants echoed in the underground hall:

“Countless glories, countless incarnations, countless possibilities…”

“Messenger of snowstorms, the clear azure, suppressing the strange…”

“Everlasting heat, eternal life, forever wandering…”

“Dream of freedom…”

“Let this be our sincere prayer, in the hope that the Four Pillars, in their holy
mercy, shall bestow their scrutiny.”

After the Followers finished their prayers, the sweet and naive voice of Eternal
Calamity slowly resounded: “The Sacrifices indicated by the Oracle have been
assembled.”

“In the name of Selina Bright, we offer to the Four Pillars the Sacrifices within
the ring of fire—three People from the Exotic Lands, sixteen pure souls!”

It was over.

Igor sighed inwardly; he hadn’t expected to survive escaping from prison, evade the
pursuit of the Sin Hunter’s Hall, only to die in a Cult sacrifice to the Four
Pillars.

Rounded up, it was almost like dying at the hands of Ashe.

If only I hadn’t struck up a conversation with that newcomer in prison… If only I

hadn’t seen him as prey…

Suddenly, Igor laughed, extinguishing the flicker of regret that had surfaced in
his heart—compared to rotting away in Shattered Lake Prison, he preferred to play a
part in the grand spectacle of the Blood Moon Tribunal and the glorious prison
escape, and then to die.

He owed his thanks to Ashe Heath; it was he who had freed him from the tedium of
prison life and set him on this brilliant path to death.

It is said that after evildoers die, their Souls must pass through six hells,
enduring torment before they can rest in the Virtual Realm. All the spiteful
spirits harmed by the evildoers await this perfect opportunity for revenge, eager
to repay the calamities they suffered tenfold, a hundredfold, to the wicked.

Dear Cult Leader, with your great ‘achievements,’ there must be many looking
forward to ‘playing games’ with you in hell. But no worries, I’m a bad guy too, and
I’ll be there to back you up against them.

Igor turned to look at Ashe, but saw no fear on the face of the Cult Leader. It
seemed he had something to rely on; trembling, he straightened his back, lifted his
head proudly, and called out loudly to the heavens:

“In the name of Ashe Heath, I offer to the Four Pillars the Sacrifices outside the
ring of fire—all the Cultists in the underground hall!”
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The underground hall was so quiet that only the sound of flames licking the air
remained.

The children stopped crying and stared blankly at Igor, who in that moment seemed
to shed a decade, looking as bewildered and adorably clueless as the children
beside him. Only Harvey maintained a comical expression, wanting to laugh but
daring not to, and with his bound right hand, he gave Ashe an enthusiastic thumbs-
up.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, silently awaiting the outcome of this
sacrificial showdown.

One second passed, then two, then three, and nothing happened.

Disappointment spread across the children’s faces, and Igor let out a quiet sigh.

The Black Robe Men around them, however, began to grow restless.

“How is this possible…”

“Have we been abandoned?”

“Why is this happening? Four Pillars, are you punishing us?!”

Even Eternal Calamity, whose face could easily shift from charmingly petulant to
delightfully cheerful, now furrowed her brows slightly, like a child who sees her
toy being snatched away.

Yes, nothing happened.

But the absence of an event was the greatest issue of all!

The Four Pillars’ response to Sacrifices had always been swift, never showing
aloofness or delay. In terms of accessibility, the Four Pillars truly excelled at
the top of their field, adeptly capturing the pain points of their Followers,
strategically laying out new tracks for growth, and forming a self-sustaining
ecosystem of Sacrifice and Oracle, thereby increasing the people’s awareness,
ensuring a streamlined, end-to-end, rapid-processing of Sacrifices to the Four
Pillars. The Religion advocated for a flat, decentralized structure, achieving
simplicity and speed in the replication and response of Rituals—the sturdiest moat
of the Four Pillars Cult…

Yet this time, the Four Pillars had failed to respond to the call of their
Followers, to come and claim their Sacrifice. This was akin to netizens discovering
a webpage unresponsive, and the panic of the Black Robe Men was understandable—they
feared the link to their deity had been severed!
Who wouldn’t fear being cut off from their connection?

Thud!

Suddenly, a strange noise came from above, and the Black Robe Men looked up in
surprise, only to see a crack forming on the ceiling of the great hall.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the ceiling burst open!

Ashe watched this scene unfold, feeling as though he had seen this plot develop
somewhere before.

“Finally found you, Selina Bright.”

From the settling dust and debris, a Tall Elf with grey hair and long ears
descended lightly in front of Ashe and the others. She was cloaked in a red hooded
cape, her grey ponytail held high, and in each hand, she wielded a Handgun engraved
with runic circuits.

As she landed, the rings of fire around them extinguished instantly, and layers of
earthen walls emerged from the fractured ground, perfectly encircling the children
for protection!

With the sound of surging electricity, over a dozen rescuers clad in red capes
burst through the ceiling, mercilessly firing at the Black Robe Men in the
underground hall without any regard for human rights.

These Cultists, however, were far more formidable than Ashe’s cheerleading squad,
unafraid of the surprise attack. They even drew weapons to Cast Miracle in
retaliation, attempting to overwhelm the numerically inferior rescuers!

Suddenly, a young rescuer let out a surprised and furious roar, “Job, thank
goodness you’re okay—die, Cult Leader!”

The Tall Elf’s expression changed dramatically: “Kuso, don’t—”

Whoosh!

The young man fired an electromagnetic Shot Bullet at Eternal Calamity, but it
collided with another rescuer’s Shot Bullet. The bullets clinked crisply in the
air, their trajectory forcibly twisted, and then—

Crack!

Ashe heard a sound like a watermelon splitting from behind him, followed by a
warmth on his back as if splashed with some warm liquid, and then the children’s
hysterical screams of panic.

He didn’t dare look back.

“Job…Job!?” The young man bellowed in a panic, “Impossible, this can’t be—”

The Tall Elf, eyes still locked onto Eternal Calamity, shouted, “Kuso, you are on
the battlefield now!”
The Elf’s concerns quickly materialized. The young man named Kuso screamed in agony
as if he had been counter-killed by a Black Robe Man seizing the opportunity.

Throughout the ordeal, the Tall Elf never once looked back, standing guard in front
of Ashe and the other Sacrifices, her gaze firmly on Eternal Calamity, leaving
others to deal with the rest of the Black Robe Cultists.

“Cleos Baimu.”

Despite their lair being raided, Eternal Calamity seemed indifferent, with not a
trace of worry on their face. They looked at the Tall Elf with interest and said,
“The Watcher ‘Crysand’ Cleos, number one in the Red Cap Azura Sub-Ranking and
tenth in the Red Cap Total Ranking, has come personally to arrest me, a cripple.
Selina must be flattered.”

“You’re not just crippled, you’re also cruel.”

The Elf named Cleos replied coldly, “Number one in the Sinners Ranking Azura Sub-
Ranking, sixth in the Slaughter Ranking Azura Sub-Ranking, and eighth in the
Disaster Messenger Ranking. In recent years, the crime rate in Azura has been
climbing annually. Serial killings, kidnappings, drug smuggling, and the resurgence
of cult activities—all are linked to you.”

“Eternal Calamity, I’ve been wronged,” suddenly, they began to whimper. “Look at
me, I can’t even move without a wheelchair, I’d starve without someone to serve me.
I’m just a puppet on display, and at times, a plaything for those behind the
scenes… Cleos, can I trust you? Can you free me from the control of the Four
Pillars Cult?”

Harvey and Igor turned to look at Ashe, skepticism flaring in their eyes once again
—Brother, do all you Cult Leaders have the same script for whitewashing yourselves?
Did you all attend the same training class before taking office?

Ashe, fully aware of their doubts, whispered in defense, “I’ve truly been wronged!
Replace her subject with me, and it’s all true!”

“So, you’ve also been played with by the powers behind the scenes?” Harvey asked.

Cleos remained unmoved by Eternal Calamity’s defense, even feeling an urge to

laugh, “Selina, you can’t escape tonight. Whatever you say is futile, the Gospel is
never wrong.”

Eternal Calamity’s demeanor changed rapidly, with a cold huff, “Blind faith is a
road to nowhere, and the most foolish thing is to be selfish enough to believe that
gods are selfless. Cleos, your blindness will eventually bring you despair.”

“Do you, a Cult Leader, have any right to say such things?”

“Because I know that God loves all people,” Eternal Calamity said with a smile,
“but God loves Himself more.”

Cleos fell silent, seemingly uninterested in further indulging Eternal Calamity’s

ramblings.

Leaning lazily against the Silver Throne, Eternal Calamity said, “So, Cleos, if
you’re so convinced I’m the criminal, why not come and arrest me? You surely don’t
expect a disabled little girl to walk down and surrender, do you?”
“I’m waiting.”

The female Elf said coldly, “Waiting for all the Cultists to be dealt with, for all
external factors to be eliminated, for your Destiny Miracle to have no exploitable
targets. I will personally sound your death knell then.”

Destiny Miracle!

On hearing the name of this most mysterious of Magical Factions, the three migrant
workers couldn’t help but prick up their ears.

Destiny, Truth, Prophecy—these three factions are coveted by all Sorcerers, yet no
Sorcerer knows how to learn them. Even the most accessible Prophecy Faction has no
systematic method of study in the Blood Moon Kingdom. Every Professor at Kaimon
Comprehensive College who claims to study the Prophecy Faction is simply embezzling
funds.

Although the Prophecy Faction is seen as a Phantasmal Mirage, Sorcerers still

consider it a legitimate faction. However, the Truth and Destiny Factions have been
denounced by many as feudal superstitions—without even a shadow of a faction
spirit, tales of Truth and Destiny Sorcerers only exist in ancient myths, no
different from the settings of fantasy novels!

A Magical Faction deemed a feudal superstition even by those who believe in

miracles, manifesting right before their eyes?

“Before acting, I exhausted all my Points and the Gospel, and from the Gospel, I
found a way to defeat you—’cannot harm you,’” said Cleos. “If I’m not mistaken,
your Destiny Miracle works by twisting any attack against you through various
accidents, even turning it back on those who harbor Killing Intent towards you.”

“Just now, Kuso tried to shoot you, but the Shot Bullets coincidentally hit his own
brother, and in his distraught state, he was killed by your followers… A truly
terrifying Destiny Miracle.”

“So my plan of action is to first eliminate your underlings, clear all the unstable
factors that could aid you, and then deal with you slowly.” The female Elf sneered.
“What’s it like to watch yourself walk into a dead end? Is there fear brewing
beneath that lovely human skin of yours?”

“You deserve the respect you command, Crysand of the Red Cap Cleos, but there’s one
thing you got wrong.”

Eternal Calamity smiled and said, “The ability you describe is not the Destiny
Miracle, and I am not proficient in that legendary Magical Faction.”

“It’s not a miracle, not a spirit, not a Secret Poison, not a blessing.”

“It is my… ‘Tactile sense.’”

“Nonsense!” Cleos looked around and realized that the Black Robe Men had mostly
been subdued. She waited no longer and aimed her gun at—

The ceiling!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Cleos’ Shot Bullets seemed to carry a miracle of their own, a few shots rapidly
dissolving the rock of the ceiling. As the rumbling grew louder, a massive layer of
rock was about to fall, aiming to smash Eternal Calamity sitting on the Silver
Throne into a pulp!

Ashe immediately understood Cleos’ idea—if I cannot attack you directly, but I
attack the rock and let it fall on you, wouldn’t that circumvent your strange
Destiny Miracle?

It seemed like a smart move, and Ashe couldn’t see any flaws. The Black Robe
Cultists were subdued and couldn’t save Eternal Calamity, who also had no ability
to move. If she wanted to leave the Silver Throne, she would have to rely on a
spirit or a miracle.

But for some reason, Ashe had a strong premonition—Selina was not a Sorcerer!

Apart from her so-called ‘Tactile sense,’ she had not mastered any spirit or
miracle!

Just like Heath at the beginning!

Crack.

Amidst the rumbling noise, a strange cracking sound captured everyone’s attention.
They looked up to see a bizarre crack in the middle of the ceiling, with a few
drops of water seeping through.

Cleos’ pupils shrank sharply, and she fired a shot behind her, the ground surging
quickly into a fortress to protect the children.

Smash!

The rock completely crumbled, but with it came a torrential flow of water!

Ceilings elsewhere also began to rapidly crumble, and the roar of an underground
river gushed into the subterranean hall like a waterfall!

“How could there possibly be an underground river right there—”

Cleos watched, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. The Red Cap had burst
through the ceiling to enter, and it was sheer luck they hadn’t hit the underground
river?

Frustration brought moisture to her eyes, and she bit her lip while rapidly firing
at the floor. Layers of Earth Magic walls rose with a rumble in an attempt to hold
back the river.

However, it wasn’t just the front; the walls to the sides began to crack as well,
and the raging river water surged in like an army. It was as if the entire
underground hall was built over a subterranean sea, and the slightest breach would
result in immediate inundation!

Both the Red Cap and the Black Robe Man were swept away by the river, tumbling in
disarray. Cleos could only rely on her Earth Magic Miracle to protect herself for
the moment, unable to care for others—thus Ashe was also swept away.
Perhaps Ashe and the others were too close to Cleos, or perhaps she felt adults
didn’t need special protection, so her Earth Magic Miracle only covered the
children, leaving Ashe and two others exposed.

Ashe’s hands and feet were still bound by Miracle chains; unless he could spin his
tongue like a propeller, he had no way to swim, so he could only hold his breath
and go with the flow until he bumped into a soft body and stopped.

“You bumped into me.”

“Heh, sorry about that.”

Ashe hurriedly took deep breaths and looked down, realizing he was lying on the
armrest of the Silver Throne.

The former Cult Leader turned slightly, only to see his small, drenched companion
looking like a drowned rat.

He now resembled a perverted adult lying on the lap of a little girl—if the latter
had legs, that is.

“You just said, you’re the apocalypse observer?” she whispered to Ashe
conspiratorially.

Ashe nodded and then shook his head, squirming to get away from the current Cult
Leader: “Actually, I’ve turned over a new leaf…”

“Let me reintroduce myself. I am Eternal Calamity, Eternal Entanglement, Ultimate

Everlasting.” Eternal Calamity smiled. “Pleased to meet you, apocalypse observer.
You can call me Everlasting.”

Ashe was somewhat stunned: “(⊙o⊙)… You can call me Observer.”

“Well then, Observer, please go die.”

Selina lifted her head high and then slammed it down—

Banging her forehead against Ashe’s!

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Selina didn’t care that Red Cap had eradicated her stronghold.

As ‘Tactile,’ the word ‘failure’ did not exist in her dictionary, only ‘delayed
success.’

All resistance would become welcoming, all distancing would become approaching, and
all death would become reunion.
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“This is absolutely preposterous; every attack meant to take her down somehow turns
into an aid for her escape.”

Ashe backed away quietly into his camp of outsiders, grumbling, “This has gone
beyond ‘coincidence.’ Could she be a maiden beloved by Destiny itself?”

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t you be a child of Destiny too?” Harvey chuckled.

“What?”

“Indeed,” Igor couldn’t help but interject, “I wanted to deal with you, yet I ended
up being framed and had no choice but to join the Escape Plan; Valcas wanted to
deal with you, but ended up protecting you during the Blood Moon Tribunal; and we
just happened to come across a Necromancer capable of controlling the Chip
Processor… An Escape Plan that should have taken years to devise, but because you
could gather all the key players, we broke out in less than a month.”

“If you think about it, Cult Leader, your prison break story is actually more
bizarre than that puppet girl’s.”

“That’s not the same!” Ashe protested, “Isn’t it normal for a Prison to house many
skilled in various escape arts? It’s like asking people on a train if they have
tickets; of course, everyone does!”

“Plus, the escape was all thanks to my remarkable willpower, relentless effort,
tenacity, and the crucial flashes of brilliance at the right moments—pure personal
endeavor, not a hint of luck!”

Even Harvey couldn’t help but let out a ‘yeah right, I won’t argue with a fool’
amiable smile.

“Double standards much,” Igor spat, “Your achievements are personal effort, while
others are favored by Destiny? Is it that hard to admit you’re a slacker?”

“What I do is properly allocate human resources, allowing everyone to play to their

strengths, ensuring the right people do the right jobs—”

Igor sneered, “As expected, slackers never admit they’re slackers, and those with
good fortune never acknowledge luck’s part in it.”

“I see the light,” Ashe said with an epiphany, a punchable expression on his face,
“You’re trying to suppress me again, aren’t you? You must think I’m important,
that’s why you’re verbally bullying me, right?”

Igor’s mouth twisted with irritation, “You double-standard dog…”

“Alright, alright,” Harvey quickly smoothed things over, shifting the conversation,
“If we had also jumped in just now, we would have only faced that puppet girl who
doesn’t have much attacking power. But now…”
“And who knows, the other side might be the stronghold of the Four Pillars Cult,”
Igor said with annoyance, “And we already know that our dear Cult Leader doesn’t
have much standing within his own faction.”

Ashe, looking at the bubbling cave, couldn’t help but become slightly lost in
thought.

He suddenly remembered a report in the collection of observation points that

Professor Sylin had gathered, one of which stated ‘across the Virtual Realm Passage
is an underground river’…

Could it be that Eternal Calamity went to the Blood Moon Kingdom?

What’s this? A tactical switcher?

Click.

The three Trespassers looked up to see Cleos approach, her beautiful eyes swollen
from crying, her nose twitching, “You three, you’re People from the Exotic Lands?”

“According to the laws of the Gospel Kingdom, any People from the Exotic Lands must
be executed immediately.”

Without giving them a chance to explain, she raised her Gun and aimed at Ashe’s
forehead, “May the Gospel guide your path.”

Staring into the dark muzzle of the Gun, Ashe realized he was still in danger—they
were not under the protection of the local security forces but were regarded as
invasive species, akin to American cockroaches, and casually killing them was a
basic moral duty that good citizens were expected to adhere to!

To them, the Four Pillars Cult was indeed a savage beast, but the locals were even
more ferocious natives!

But compared to the Four Pillars Cult, the local security forces were even more
despairing—against villains, there might still be good people to fight them, but if
good people were after them, who could stir up trouble?

Just then, a pleasant voice came from above.

“Wait a minute, Cleos, didn’t we agree that the spoils of war were mine?”

Someone had come to their rescue!

The three Trespassers turned around in surprise, thinking that whoever saved them,
they would be eternally grateful—

But the next moment, all their gratitude turned into annoyance.

“Long time no see, gentlemen.”

The Purple-clad Girl descended from the hole in the ceiling, landing gently like a
butterfly: “Although we just met an hour ago.”

The Butler boy followed closely behind, pointing to the waterlogged ground, a
frosty path extended, allowing the Purple-clad Girl’s boots to step on the clean
ice surface.

These two were the ambushers outside the Virtual Realm Passage, the culprits who
would sell the body of the smuggled trio to the Four Pillars Cult, members of the
Funeral Firm!

“Annan.” Cleos took out a handkerchief and wiped her nose. “You want to keep these
People from the Exotic Lands?”

“Not keep, retrieve what’s mine,” the Purple-clad Girl, Annan, said with a smile:
“As we agreed before, as a reward for reporting the Four Pillars Cult’s base to Red
Cap, they belong to me as spoils of war, and you can’t just dispose of them.”

Sold us, then sold out the Four Pillars Cult, played both sides, now wants to
recycle us for more gain?

Ashe gave Igor a look—see, one of your kind.

Igor shook his head—it’s one of your kind.

“They are People from the Exotic Lands,” Cleos enunciated. “They are like Selina,
pests that endanger the world and blaspheme the Gospel, and they must be executed
promptly. Otherwise, once the Gospel behind their ears fades, they will go back and
inform the Dark God of the Exotic Lands, leading demons to trample our fields,
cities, and innocent citizens.”

The Gospel behind the ears?

“Ashe, turn your head to the right.”

“Why can’t I look at you instead…”

While grumbling, Ashe obediently turned his head, and Igor took a glance,
whispering, “There’s a pale yellow countdown behind your ear, probably started from
72 hours, likely preventing us from spatial movement.”

“That is the divine punishment from the Omniscient Weaver for you demons who dare
to invade the Gospel Kingdom,” Cleos pressed the barrel of her Gun against Ashe’s
forehead. “Before the countdown ends, we who listen to the Gospel will slay all of
you blind and foolish demons.”

Ashe and his companions exchanged glances, all thinking the same thing—it seemed
the Kingdom’s invasion defense mechanism wasn’t very robust. They were aware that
someone had successfully returned to the Blood Moon alive through the Virtual Realm
Passage three days ago, which was why the Hunting Festival was scheduled for May
1st.

“They won’t be able to anymore,” the Purple-clad Girl said with a smile. “After
they arrived at the Gospel, the Virtual Realm Passage they transmigrated through
was closed. They can’t return now. If you don’t believe me, you could use the
Gospel to check if I’m lying.”

Cleos hesitated for a moment. “You’re not deceiving me?”

“Isn’t it cheap to verify if I’m lying? You’re not willing to spend even that few
Points? I’ll cover the cost if it’s too much.”

“No need.” Cleos’s eyes reddened again. “But they are still People from the Exotic
Lands…”

“People from the Exotic Lands who won’t earn you any Points even if you kill them,”
the Purple-clad Girl stated. “I just checked; there are no bounties for these three
in the Gospel. Killing them won’t improve your ranking in the Red Cap. On the other
hand, our contract clearly states that I get the spoils of war. If you insist on
breaching the contract, it could significantly impact your credit record and might
even result in you dropping out of the Red Cap Total Ranking.”

“But they’re not spoils of war…”

“So you admit they’re natural persons? Right now, they have no criminal record, and
for a Red Cap to kill a natural person with no criminal record is a Taboo.”

Cleos sniffled, “Your Firm always has such twisted logic… But they are still People
from the Exotic Lands, with a high tendency towards crime. If you want to take
them, you need a way to control them.”

“It’s already prepared.”

The Purple-clad Girl produced three gold-edged contracts on white Contract Fabric.
“Directly exchanged from the Gospel, bound by both the Virtual Realm and the
Omniscient Weaver, not even a legend with Quadruple wings could break these
contracts. As long as they sign these three, accepting my terms, they absolutely
cannot harm the Gospel. Are you satisfied now?”

“By the name of Dolan, under my command, they will only become a strength for the
Gospel.”

Cleos raised her Gun, seemingly persuaded. “If that’s the case…”

The three sat on the ground, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless. Normally,
Trespassers would be wailing and begging to sign a Contract to save their lives at
this point.

Yet, none of them spoke; they just calmly watched.

“It seems they’re not willing to be bound,” Cleos said, pressing the Gun once more
to Ashe’s forehead. “Since we’re burying Cultists anyway, a few more won’t matter—”

“Hold on, Cleos,” the Purple-clad Girl said as she crouched down to look at them.
“Don’t you want to live? Why aren’t you speaking?”

The three exchanged glances, and finally, Ashe spoke, “I would like to speak,
actually. But seeing how engrossed you both were in your performance, it seemed
rude to interrupt.”

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“Although a good-cop, bad-cop negotiation tactic is indeed very practical, your

performance was simply too poor, a bit too restrained.”

The seasoned Con Artist commented, “If that Elf could make a few holes in my
companion, we might feel a bit of tension. But your conversation is so stiff, not
daring to properly spice things up with my companion, it just ends up being an
awkward chat, which actually reassures me.”

“I’m not your companion, am I?” Ashe inquired.

“Definitely not mine,” Harvey said somberly. “My companions don’t breathe.”

Not to mention Igor, the scammer thriving on the tax of stupidity, and the
Necromancer who’d been immersed in the underworld since childhood, even Ashe, a
naive young man new to the world, could see through their act. How could he
possibly be fooled?

Cleos burst into tears, “Not catching Selina is bad enough… to be mocked by People
from the Exotic Lands… sob…”

Ashe was dumbfounded, “Come on, sister, it’s not that bad. And could you please
raise the gun a bit when you cry? I’m afraid you might lose control…”

The Purple-clad Girl laughed, “You’re quite brave. But if it were me, I’d feign
ignorance and gratefully sign the Contract—your lives are in my hands, do you think
you have any bargaining power?”

“We do.”

Igor spoke calmly, “While I’m not sure of the specific value, there’s no doubt you
need us ‘People from the Exotic Lands’. If I’m not mistaken, we are quite rare
here, and we three might just be the only bargaining chips you can catch.”

“That means we’re priceless. If you want to make use of us, you’ll have to consider
our opinions, otherwise, you’ll find no substitutes.”

“Forget about that kind of Slave Contract, state your real needs.”

“You’re not wrong,” the Purple-clad Girl smiled. “People like you who can quickly
grasp the situation but haven’t been indoctrinated with the Gospel from a young age
will inevitably become a serious threat.”

“Thanks for the exaggeration.”

“But it seems you’ve forgotten one thing,” the Purple-clad Girl said with a wicked
smile. “I do need People from the Exotic Lands, but now I have three to choose from
—I still have a choice.”

She pulled out a piece of Contract Fabric and tore it in half: “I think I should
only need one not-so-smart new Slave. Pretty girl, you’re out.”

Igor’s mouth twitched with anger: “I’m a man!”

“So,” the Purple-clad Girl pulled out a second piece of Contract Fabric, making a
gesture as if to tear it, “while I only need one new Slave, I wouldn’t mind having
two—should someone be wise enough to understand.”
Still, no one responded.

Ashe and Harvey calmly watched her, their faces devoid of fear, as if they were
watching a poorly staged play. Even the Purple-clad Girl couldn’t maintain her
composure and gritted her teeth: “Are you some sort of die-hard brothers?”

“They just see through your bluster,” Igor said softly. “If you really only need
one Person from the Exotic Lands, why not let that Elf open my skull with Shot
Bullets to see what’s inside?”

“Setting everything else aside, I agree with that statement,” Ashe said. “I’m
curious if his brain is dark enough to ooze juice.”

The Purple-clad Girl looked at them coldly, her stunning face filled with a chill,
and the atmosphere grew heavier. Just when Ashe thought she was about to lose her
temper and lash out to save face, the cries of children being rescued broke the
silence.

She sighed, “What kind of corrupt Kingdom cultivates such cunning devils as you?”

“I’d rather call it wisdom,” Igor said indifferently.

The Purple-clad Girl took out another intact piece of Contract Fabric from her
bosom, gave it a light pat, and immediately lines of text appeared.

“This is my bottom line,” she said. “Sign it, or die here.”

Cleos fired three shots, releasing the Miracle chains from around Ashe and his
companions without harming them in the slightest.

Trespassers showed no intent to resist; not only were they surrounded by a dozen
Red Caps, but they still wore Arcane Lock Collars around their necks. Moreover, the
weeping female Elf alone was enough to dissuade them from any bold ideas—they might
not have captured Selina, but it was highly likely that the Elf was also a Sorcerer
from the Tri-wing Sanctuary!

With a Cult Leader of Ashe’s caliber having Gerard at his service, it was obvious
that Selina was of a higher rank in every aspect compared to Ashe. Cleos,
responsible for capturing Selina, couldn’t possibly be inferior to Gerard. Besides,
Cleos was ranked tenth on the Red Cap Total Ranking, and it was odd that she didn’t
have Rainbow Wings.

As for why a Tri-wing Sorcerer couldn’t capture a seemingly weak Cult Leader… with
Ashe as a clear example, Igor and Harvey considered it a normal occurrence.

They obediently picked up the Contract to read it and immediately showed puzzled
expressions, exchanging glances without a word.

This time, the Purple-clad Girl was really angry, and her green pupils almost
turned into vertical slits filled with Killing Intent: “Are you trying to push your
luck?”

Ashe raised his hand and said, “No, we just have a small request.”

“What is it?”
“Could you give us a dictionary?” he lifted the Contract: “There are some words
here we don’t understand.”

In truth, not understanding some words was an understatement for Ashe—almost half
of the text was completely incomprehensible to them, with a difference not like
that between simplified and traditional characters, but more like that between
modern text and Martian script!

Interestingly, the other half of the text was identical to the language of the
Blood Moon Kingdom.

After all, for different kingdoms with almost no contact, even if their languages
and scripts shared the same origin, they would inevitably evolve into two entirely
different systems over time. The fact that Ashe and his companions could barely
understand the language here was already quite lucky; it was perfectly reasonable
that they could only comprehend half of the written text.

Ashe suddenly remembered that the Swordswoman’s accent was a bit odd, but then he
heard she came from the countryside, and he thought it was just a charming quirk of
her character…

“Ah, my apologies, that was my oversight.”

With a snap of her fingers, the Purple-clad Girl summoned a book bound in exquisite
purple amethyst, which materialized in front of her. Perhaps due to the frequency
of its mention today or the book’s own peculiar allure, Ashe and his companions
instantly recognized its name—the “Gospel.”

“One Point each, my treat,” declared the Purple-clad Girl as she tossed three
golden seeds to them. Igor rubbed one between his fingers, finding its texture
gelatinous, “What is this?”

“The Gospel for mortals, the medium of knowledge, the foundation of omniscience,
the bane of ignorance, the seeds of wisdom,” the Purple-clad Girl said with a
smile. “These are the Seeds of Wisdom. Eat them, and you’ll immediately master our
language.”

In the suburbs of Kaimon City, Blood Moon Kingdom.

“It’s a shame we can’t go up to the waterfall…” Adra sat on a small stool, gazing
at the crimson waterfall bathed in the blood moon’s light, her face etched with
regret.

“Camping here is just as good,” Freya was more easy-going. She lifted the pot lid
with tongs and declared, “The river delicacy pot is ready! I’m starving, didn’t
think we’d only get to eat when the sky turned red, all because Adra can’t fish…”

“It’s your fault for not being able to start a fire!”

Despite their bickering, the two were efficient in scooping up the food, blowing on
it to cool before satisfyingly munching away.

Clearly, they were camping—albeit not in the traditional sense. The proper way to
camp, according to Sorcerer training, would be to camp alone since it’s a
preliminary part of a Sorcerer’s regimen.
Upon entering the Virtual Realm, a Sorcerer must journey through the Sea of
Knowledge alone, facing challenges such as loneliness, fear, and silence. For
humans, who are social creatures, new Sorcerers often need considerable time to
adapt to the adventures of the Virtual Realm. Therefore, to forge the will of
Sorcerers, Apprentices can engage in various activities in reality to simulate the
experience of Virtual Realm Adventure.

Camping, for instance, serves as an excellent means of experience. Wilderness

survival is quite similar to Virtual Realm Adventure, and most college students go
camping to get a taste of independent living, which also means a not-so-low
probability of encountering bad elements and untimely demise.

But this is precisely one of the necessary elements of camping: without the risk to
life, there would be no experiential value!

So, the way Freya and Adra were camping was incorrect—they couldn’t possibly travel
in pairs in the Virtual Realm, and camping together held no value for training!

After eating her fill, Adra’s gaze still longingly drifted toward the upstream of
the waterfall: “What happened there, why is it sealed off as a restricted Area?”

They had originally planned to camp upstream of the waterfall, an Area rumored to
be frequented by bears, wolves, and dogs, brimming with danger. Adra, who loved the
thrill of gambling, had prepared her Handgun and various weapons, ready for a night
vigil to play a game of ‘who’s the Hunter’ with the animals. However, upon arrival,
they discovered that the entire Area had been sealed by the Sin Hunter’s Hall, with
no entry allowed for non-authorized individuals.

“Maybe there’s a Virtual Realm Passage,” Freya suggested while stripping off her
clothes.

“…You’re in the mood just after eating?”

“No, I’m going to bathe.” The Bewitcher pointed towards the nearby river and said,
“Don’t worry, I can hold off for a night or two.”

“And what about three nights?”

“Can you go three days without gambling?”

“Wow, you’re strong.” Adra admired: “I can only abstain from gambling for one day.”

Watching the Bewitcher playfully jump into the crimson river, Adra secretly let out
a sigh.

The last time, Adra had intended to invite Freya to relax, but it turned out to be
a relaxation trip for herself. She felt a bit guilty, but seeing that even beauty
couldn’t tempt the Bewitcher, Adra became even more convinced that Freya must have
a serious problem.

After much thought, Adra decided to take her camping to experience nature, and the
reasoning was perfectly legitimate. Camping, along with the risks of being harassed
or even murdered by vagrants, was an essential part of college life that had to be
experienced.

Wait, she’s gone to bathe, then who’s going to wash the dishes and the pot?

Muttering to herself, Adra still obediently picked up the utensils and headed to
the river slightly upstream from Freya to clean them, trying to annoy the Bewitcher
with the greasy mess. Freya, seeing from afar that her plot was uncovered, swam
over in an appeasing manner: “Oops, let me help you wash a dish—”

Splash!

Both turned their gaze toward the waterfall as Adra asked, “Did you hear that?”

“I did,” Freya nodded: “It sounded like something fell into the waterfall. A rock?”

“I don’t think so…”

Under their anxious scrutiny, a pitiable figure in a black dress, petite and doll-
like, appeared before them, carried by the current like a discarded child.

“Kind big sister, considerate big sister,” the drenched puppet girl said pitifully:
“Can you save Selina?”

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“Employment Contract”

“Party A: Annan Dolan”

“Party B: Ashe Heath/Igor Bukin/Archibald Harvey”

“Clause 1: Party A is required to ensure the personal safety of Party B.”

“Clause 2: Party A must guarantee Party B eight hours of Rest daily.”

“Clause 3: Party B has the right to autonomously decide their course of action when
injured.”

“.”

“Clause 39: Party B has the right to refuse unreasonable mating demands.”

“Subject to the above clauses, Party A may command Party B to do anything, but such
commands must not violate the aforementioned clauses.”

“Contract duration: 101 days, start time: May 2, 1668, 19:15, end time: August 10,
1668, 19:15.”

As the three contracts dissolved into golden light and vanished into the air, the
Purple-clad Girl Annan pressed a button, and the Arcane Lock Collars of the three
individuals named Ashe were simultaneously released.

“Welcome to the team. Let us get along well for the next 101 days.”

Annan spread her arms as if to welcome them: “I am the head of the Funeral Firm,
Annan Dolan. You can call me Director, Miss, or Boss, but I prefer another title—
Purple Moth. This is my Butler, Banjeet Mikalis, also the second member of the
firm.”

The young Butler politely nodded to them and handed them each a handkerchief.

Igor accepted the handkerchief with a cold demeanor, feeling somewhat reluctant—
time was indeed tight, and they were under someone else’s roof and had to bow their
heads. The other party was adamant about not modifying the ‘absolute control’
clause, so Igor could only add clauses to protect their rights.

Besides, Annan’s reasoning was sound: she needed them for some very secretive
tasks, and without having been granted control, there was no basis for mutual
trust. How could she possibly reveal her true needs?

Ashe, staring at the handkerchief, suddenly asked a strange question: “Is it also
1668 here?”

“Hmm?” Annan accurately captured the keyword: “Also?”

“We come from the Blood Moon Kingdom,” Igor’s eyes flickered, “according to the
Blood Moon calendar, today is also May 2, 1688.”

The fact that different nations shared the same calendar was intriguing, hinting at
secrets from ancient times, so everyone silently agreed to drop the topic.

“Actually, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask for a long time,” Ashe said.
“Despite being from different nations, why do we share the same language and have
similar writing systems?”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Ashe with subtle
expressions. Annan, with high emotional intelligence, directly posed the question,
“It seems the Blood Moon Kingdom is quite a barbaric place, haven’t they
popularized basic education yet?”

“I won’t refute the first part of your statement, but he really did fall through
the cracks of basic education,” Igor sighed. “Please don’t generalize his
individual behavior to all of the Blood Moon people.”

Ashe still looked confused, but at that moment, Red Cap Cleos approached and
clarified his doubts, “The original written language came from the names of
spirits. Once a Sorcerer fully masters a spirit, they learn the true name and
pronunciation of that spirit. Hence, in any nation ruled by Sorcerers, the
languages and pronunciations are largely similar.”

Annan also commented, “The characters you didn’t recognize just now are mostly
‘extended characters’ that have never become the names of spirits. If I’m not
mistaken, the number of ‘extended characters’ is decreasing every year, gradually
being replaced by the ‘root characters’ of new spirits.”

“So, there is a set of root characters in this world?” Ashe had a moment of
realization. “Then who created these root characters…?”

“That’s an excellent question. Every generation of Sorcerers tries to unveil the

mysteries of the spirits. When you become interested, it means you’re also
contributing to this great cause,” Annan encouraged. “As long as you follow my
commands for these 101 days, afterward, you’ll not only gain your freedom but
perhaps also the power to know the Truth. I won’t let you down.”
Adapting on the fly is crucial when it comes to offering incentives, and on this
front, the Firm’s director indeed had a Talent for exploiting people—though her
heart didn’t seem hard enough. It appeared that ‘touching fish’ under her
leadership would be quite an easy task… Ashe quickly assessed the new boss’s
various attributes.

At that moment, Cleos looked at Annan and asked, “Annan, you said before that you
only picked up three people from the exotic lands through the ‘Gospel’?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“Besides the three of them, we found another person from the exotic lands.”

While everyone was still in shock, a Red Cap led a little girl with white hair over
to them. Ashe and the others recognized her immediately—she was the calm and
collected little Drama Queen from the ritual.

The Drama Queen hung her head low, clutching the hem of her dress nervously, and
then timidly glanced up at Annan. Her large eyes were filled with fear, like a
trembling little lamb, eliciting a sense of pity from those around her.

Annan’s tone instantly became as sweet as melting ice cream: “There, there, let
sister check if your ears are hurt.”

She examined the back of the little girl’s ears and found no countdown, but since
Cleos mentioned it, it couldn’t be false. Annan quickly confirmed through the
‘Gospel’ that the little girl was indeed from the exotic lands.

Because she could not find any past for the little girl!

Only those who had not lived in the Gospel Kingdom would have no past records in
the ‘Gospel’!

“There, there, can you tell sister why you are here? Where do your parents live? I
can take you back to them.”

The white-haired little girl looked at her timidly and shook her head: “I… I don’t
know… I was caught by the bad guys…”

“Where were you before you were caught by the bad guys, what were you doing?”

“I don’t know… I forgot…” She shook her head in distress: “I don’t remember
anything.”

Annan didn’t show whether she believed or disbelieved the girl, instead, she opened
the ‘Gospel’ and spent points to conduct a search.

The conclusion from the Gospel was that the little girl was not lying.

She had truly lost her memory!

“It could be due to an accident while transmigrating through the Virtual Realm
Passage or when caught by Cultists, leading to amnesia,” Annan turned to look at
Ashe and the others: “Answer me, did you see her before coming to the Gospel
Kingdom?”

“No,” the three of them responded in unison.

Before Ashe could process the situation, his mouth had already reacted.

Igor’s expression shifted slightly—it was an easily discernible shock, but indeed
very effective. Annan’s control over them was more direct and thorough than
imagined.

“Have you checked her body?”

“There are no traces of Miracle or spirit.” Cleos stated, “Theoretically, she

should pose no threat, but…”

Annan understood Cleos’ concerns. Trespassers like Ashe and his companions, who had
burned their bridges, were one thing, but a white-haired little girl of unknown
origin was indeed a very dangerous bomb. If it were any other time, Annan would
also suggest letting the little girl sleep eternally in her dreams, for after all,
what family would be willing to take in a child from the Exotic Lands?

But as it happened, Annan needed People from the Exotic Lands, and children were
more suitable candidates for her needs than adults.

She thought for a moment and asked, “Do you remember your name?”

After a moment of silence, the white-haired little girl said, “Lise, my name is
Lise.”

“Annan.” Cleos couldn’t help but interject, “A contract signed by a minor has no
legal force.”

“Only Fabric does not recognize the contractual power of minors, but the basic
Virtual Realm Contract does not care about the age of the parties.” Annan extended
her hand to the little girl, “Shake hands.”

However, the little girl stepped back in fear, as if Annan’s palm concealed
needles.

The beautiful Purple Moth slightly narrowed her eyes, her smile becoming even more
radiant, “What’s the matter, don’t you like shaking hands with sister? If you shake
hands with sister, she will be willing to take care of you, buy you pretty clothes,
tasty snacks, and even tell you fairy tales to lull you to sleep at night~”

Igor watched from the sidelines with a cold gaze. Although this woman named Annan
seemed somewhat naïve in her methods, her heart was definitely decisive and
cunning. First, she sold them to the Four Pillars Cult, then she colluded with the
Red Caps to attack the Cult and rescue them, and after that, she let the Red Caps
threaten them, only to appear herself as their savior… It was a roller coaster of
emotions and events.

The minds of the People from the Exotic Lands, already groggy, were turned into a
muddle of Lala Fatty sauce after such a rapid succession of bewildering events,
leaving them utterly incapable of making any accurate judgments.

Upon seeing Annan, who had trafficked them, actually willing to rescue them in
their hour of need, it was easy to trigger a ‘victim mentality’ where they could be
so moved by the perpetrator’s kindness that they would lose their reason and
naturally sign a humiliating slave Contract.

Fortunately, all three of them were hardened villains who had clawed their way out
of the manure pit; even if not at their best, it was almost a survival instinct for
them to see through such basic deceit—Ashe wouldn’t be fooled either.

Although the plan failed, this did not mean Annan was incompetent.

Her ability to quickly regain composure and negotiate with Igor, even willing to
make certain concessions to expedite the signing of the contract, was enough for
Igor to take a second look at her—greedy but not avaricious, indifferent to sunk
costs, not coveting the best outcome, always able to make the optimal decision, she
had the makings of a ‘perfectly rational person.’

Therefore, Igor knew that if they did not sign the contract, Annan would definitely
not let them go—putting oneself in another’s shoes, if Igor could not secure a
‘scarce resource,’ he would rather destroy it than let it slip away.

Similarly, if the girl named Lise refused Annan’s invitation, then Annan would no
longer treat her as a cute little girl but would purely see her as a ‘scarce
resource.’

One can be gentle and kind to a little girl, but when dealing with a scarce
resource, one only needs to make the optimal decision.

Perhaps sensing danger, the white-haired little girl retreated even more, her lips
pouting in distress, tears nearly spilling over.

She looked around, then suddenly burst into tears and lunged toward one of them—

“Daddy!”

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Ashe stared dumbfounded at the little girl clinging to his leg, responding to
everyone with a bewildered gaze.

“Hey, she’s calling you daddy, does that make you the hero who’s going to save
her?”

Harvey actually remembered the joke Ashe had used to fob them off earlier.

It was Igor who vaguely started to catch on and immediately scoffed: “Ashe, I
didn’t expect you to have such a big kid… But this isn’t the Blood Moon, so I can
sincerely congratulate the two of you on your reunion.”

“That’s not it!” Ashe protested, “Look, I have black hair, she has white hair, how
could we possibly be related by blood?”

“That just shows your genetic material was defeated,” Igor said languidly.

The little girl was crying so hard that her snot was all over the place, sticking
to his trousers, she looked up pitifully at Ashe: “Daddy, don’t you want me
anymore?”

“I’m not your daddy!”

“No, you are my daddy! Waaah, daddy doesn’t want me!”

If it were his nephew back home, Ashe would have long since disciplined the brat
with a serving of Braised Pork with Rattan

. But looking at this face, which was a mess from crying yet still endearingly
cute, the fist he had clenched softened again.

If I had been this cute when I was little, I probably wouldn’t have gotten a
spanking for stealing money, during spring outings everyone would have fought to be
on my team, and girls would have tried to get my attention by deliberately pulling
down my pants…

“This will do.”

Ashe looked towards Annan, noticing that Annan was examining their ‘father and
daughter’ interaction with an amused look.

“Considering Heath is now my vassal, if she wishes to be your vassal, she naturally
counts as mine too,” Annan commanded, “Shake hands with her.”

“From now on, please address me as Ashe.”

After correcting the form of address, Ashe looked down at Lise, extending his hand
towards her, “Come on, be good. Life is like this, you always get bullied by bad
women out of the blue.”

This time Lise did not resist, instead, she grasped Ashe’s index and middle finger
with her palm.

Annan pulled out a purple handgun from his embrace, aiming it at the spot where
their hands were clasped tight.

“Ashe, make her two offers. First, she must obey you for 101 days; second, she is
not to leave your side for 101 days.” She looked at Lise: “Lise, you can also make
two offers to him, whatever you want, so that the Contract can be established.”

Ashe could only honestly say, “For the next 101 days, you must obey me.”

Lise’s crystal-clear eyes gleamed with a hint of slyness: “But Daddy, you have to
listen to me too.”

Whoosh!

Annan shot out a stream of purple light, which turned into a chain binding both of
their hands tightly, the shining purple marks spreading all the way to their
hearts.

Great, you listen to me, and I listen to you; won’t this turn into an infinite
recursive loop?

Ashe continued, “For 101 days, you are not to leave me.”

“I won’t leave Daddy,” Lise said with tears turning to laughter, “But Daddy, you
have to protect me well!”
Purple Shot Bullets surged out again, inscribing the second vow on the backs of
Lise and Ashe’s hands.

“Good,” Annan looked at Cleos: “Now that all People from the Exotic Lands are under
my control, there are no problems, right?”

“There’s nothing left owing between us.” Cleos crossed her arms, her tone serious,
though her swollen eyes detracted from her authority: “Hurry up and go, we still
need to take photos.”

“By the name of Dolan, I will not fail your trust,” Annan said with a laugh, his
hands on his hips: “I hope you achieve your desired ranking in the Weaving
Festival.”

Butler Banjeet snapped his fingers, and a staircase of frost quietly formed,
extending to the ceiling. Annan said to them, “From this moment on, you are no
longer People from the Exotic Lands, but Temporary Operators for the Funeral Firm.”

“Come along, I have already prepared clothes and food for you.”

“Yes!”

Lise suddenly rubbed her face against Ashe’s clothes, smearing her snot and tears
all over, then dashed over to grab Annan’s hand, following behind the young lady
like a little shadow. Ashe watched, jaw dropping, as the little Drama Queen clung
to their boss, “She, she’s not very scared…”

Harvey patted his shoulder and said, “Why didn’t you let her speak first when
signing the Contract just now? That way, even if she made an unreasonable demand,
you could have refused. Now, with those two vows just taken, you might really have
to devote your life to her.”

Igor walked past him, sighing deeply: “Even a little girl we’ve just met can see at
a glance that you’re the easiest one among us to deal with.”

At that moment, Lise, leading Annan by the hand at the front, turned her head to
look back. The corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, her large eyes
squinting into a crafty arc as she winked at Ashe and beckoned, “Daddy, come here
quickly!”

There was no doubt that her pitiful plea had been a ruse, merely to lower Ashe’s
guard!

“First, it’s the Eternal Calamity with luck beyond reason, followed by the Elves
archer who cries while firing arrows, then the Purple Moth, the Leader of the
criminal organization we sold and then took back, and now even a little girl is
trying to extract whatever value is left of me…”

Ashe couldn’t help but hold his forehead: “Is the concentration of bad women
tonight a bit too high?”

On the outskirts of Kaimon City in the Blood Moon Kingdom.

By now, Freya had dressed herself, and she had changed Selina into clean clothes.
She looked at this thin, doll-like girl with eyes full of compassion. A circle of
blood-light-forged shackles was tightly placed around Selina’s neck, declaring her
status as a foreigner.
“Do you still feel cold? Would you like another layer of clothing?”

“Thank you, sister,” Selina said with a pleasing, humble smile. “It’s much better
now, no need to trouble you.”

“It’s no trouble at all…”

“Freya, come out for a moment,” Adra’s voice came from outside.

Freya looked at Selina, only to find the doll girl’s eyes moist with tears, her
gaze conveying fear and longing. Yet her crystal lips trembled slightly, and she
said not a word.

Bewitcher’s heart nearly melted. She adjusted the position of the lamp and arranged
Selina into a more comfortable position, “I’ll step out for a moment, I’ll be right
outside, don’t worry.”

“Mm,” the doll girl nodded vigorously: “I’ll wait for you.”

Freya left the tent and walked with Adra to the riverbank a little further away and
asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s time to notify the Church,” Adra said, crossing her arms. “You’ve seen the
collar of blood-light, too. She’s one of the People from the Exotic Lands, just
like the Invaders who caused the 422 Incident. She’s a source of calamity!”

“She’s just a poor person who fell into the Virtual Realm Passage while escaping!”
Freya retorted with passion. “She couldn’t possibly be a spy from another kingdom.
Who would send a girl who can’t move without help, devoid of her limbs, to explore
the Outer Realm?”

“Who knows if what she says is true or not…”

“But the state of her body doesn’t lie; you’ve seen it, too. There definitely
exists a country that’s barbaric and ignorant enough to treat limbless girls as
sacred and to see dolls meant for manipulation as statues… She’s escaped from that
hell, how can we just send her back there?”

“The Church might send her to a Nursery—”

“Adra, have you ever seen even one child with a physical or intellectual disability
in a Nursery?”

Adra fell silent. In the Blood Moon Kingdom, infants born with disabilities had no
right to breathe. Children who became disabled later could have their limbs
restored with the help of a Medic, but Selina’s limb wounds had become round and
smooth like jade, beyond what a Medic could address.

“So, what do you plan to do? Fit her with mechanical prosthetics?”

“Not now, she’s too young. Mechanical prosthetics would greatly restrict her
growth…”

“What do you mean?”

Adra suddenly grabbed Freya’s shoulders. “You’re not thinking of raising her, are
you?”
Freya averted her gaze. “But she needs to be cared for…”

“She’s a person, a minor, not a cat or dog!” Adra hissed, pressing her voice
through clenched teeth. “We’ve encountered People from the Exotic Lands and kept
silent, that’s one thing; citizens aren’t obliged to pursue them. But raising a
minor is different, even raising a minor from the Exotic Lands, it would violate
the Bloodline Prohibition Act. Only Nurseries under the Church have the right to
raise minors!”

“And have you passed the certification for fostering? Have you interned at a
Nursery? Ordinary people who want to work at a Nursery have to go through a series
of training and examinations to get certified. Not just anyone can raise a child!
What makes you think you can raise a minor when you can’t even take care of
yourself?”

“I will learn.”

“Why can’t you see reason!” Adra was on the verge of insanity. “You’re a Bewitcher,
you’re only supposed to entice men. How come I never knew Bewitchers could be drawn
to girls too?!”

“This is Destiny.”

Adra was taken aback.

Freya said earnestly, “It just so happens we came across her, it just so happens
Selina is a person from the Exotic Lands who needs care, it just so happens that
most people in the Blood Moon Kingdom are unfriendly toward her… It’s not that I’m
being overly kind, but here in the Blood Moon, only I can save her.”

“If I do nothing, she will die.” The Bewitcher spoke softly. “My heart is so
fragile that I can’t bear even a bit of guilt.”

Adra sighed. She felt like she had sighed more in these days than she had in the
past decade.

“But if someone reports you, you will be breaking the law.”

“What’s there to fear, it’s not my first time breaking the law—”

“I can’t pretend I didn’t hear that, young ladies.”

A weathered voice suddenly came from nearby. They shuddered and slowly turned their
heads.

With the moon dim, all they could see was a tall man in a Blood Mad Hunter uniform
appearing on the opposite riverbank.

“What else have you done against the law?” the Hunter asked amiably. “If you
confess voluntarily now, Sin Hunter’s Hall has a discount. With a 30-day detention,
you get 15 days off.”

“I… does downloading pirated videos count?” Freya said as she backed away, then
suddenly rushed into the tent to pick up Selina. But as she came out, she saw the
Hunter standing in front of the tent.
Under the dim Moonshadow, he looked like a king who ruled the night, a demon
trampling on life, his crimson eyes the brightest light. A strong sense of
oppression came over them; Freya could barely resist, but Adra had already
collapsed in fear on the river pebble road.

“I received a notice from the Church,” said the Hunter, looking at the doll-like
girl in the Bewitcher’s arms wearing a Blood Moon Collar, “saying that People from
the Exotic Lands have come through the Virtual Realm Passage to the Blood Moon
Kingdom… She does seem quite pitiable…”

“She’s not a spy from the Exotic Lands!” Freya’s voice trembled, tightly protecting
Selina. “There’s no need—”

“Of course, there’s no need.”

The Hunter smiled and said, “Just a moment ago, the Virtual Realm Passage upstream
dissipated. Even if there were any contingencies set by a Sorcerer from the Exotic
Lands on her, they’re now rendered useless.”

Freya’s eyes lit up. “Then—”

“But according to the law, People from the Exotic Lands should die.”

The Hunter’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, and his voice suddenly turned
cold. Selina seemed to sense the dire threat and fearfully snuggled closer within
Freya’s embrace.

Freya thought of running, but her legs were so weak they wouldn’t move; not
collapsing was already a testament to the courage left behind by some Cult Leader.

“Is this cycle of the Blood Moon… really so barbaric and cruel?” Freya closed her
eyes. “Maybe I should have left back then too…”

“Interesting,” the Hunter laughed. “Even if I don’t kill her, she won’t survive on
her own. The Nursery won’t accept someone from the Exotic Lands without a Chip
implanted, and it’s illegal for ordinary people to foster a minor. She has no means
to live independently, and within the vast Blood Moon Kingdom, there’s no place for
her.”

“I will take care of her.”

“Even if I don’t arrest you, can you guarantee you’ll hide her well? Won’t your
neighbors, your landlord notice anything? Your kindness is commendable, but your
good deed is just an impulse.”

“So we should just watch her die?”

“There’s another way.”

Suddenly the Hunter reached out, snatching the doll-like girl from the Bewitcher’s
arms.

“That is for me to take care of her.”

Freya was stunned. She exchanged a glance with Adra, and both of the well-informed
college women had the same thought—pedophilia!

“Don’t misunderstand,” the Hunter seemed to know what they were thinking. “My work
keeps me away from home most of the time; I’ll likely hire someone to take care of
her. If you’re willing, you can also come and look after her, and at the same time
ensure that I’m not mistreating her.”

“Aren’t you afraid of being reported?”

“I’m not afraid,” the Hunter chuckled. “Because I am the Blood Mad Hunter, not a
powerless college student.”

Bewitcher wanted to say more, but at this moment, her friend softly called out,
“Freya.”

Freya looked at Adra and saw fear and pleading in her eyes. She was struck by a
realization that she could no longer be willful; she couldn’t drag Adra into the
Whirlpool because of her own stubbornness.

Freya sighed and asked, “But I still don’t understand. You’re not only the Blood
Mad Hunter but also likely of the sacred bloodline, right? Adopting a minor from
the Exotic Lands violates multiple laws… Why would you do this?”

It was common knowledge within the Blood Moon Kingdom that the sacred bloodline was
the most law-abiding and the Moonshadow the kindest. However, the Blood Mad Hunter
before Freya completely shattered this perception—he dared to actively trample the
rules set by the Blood Moon Sovereign.

“Why indeed… I’m also searching for the answer.”

The Hunter’s tone was somewhat elusive: “Perhaps it’s because I know the sacred
bloodline has its limits, so I need to surpass it. Or maybe… I’ve been influenced
by that man too.”

He looked at the doll-like girl he was holding: “Kid, I’m your Guardian now, how
about introducing yourself?”

Selina’s expression was quite grim. She had managed to charm that foolish woman
with difficulty, and once settled, manipulating her to rebuild the Four Pillars
Cult here would not be a hard task. But this man was much more difficult to deal
with, and Selina vaguely felt that although he was looking at her, his gaze seemed
to be chasing an illusion she knew nothing about.

Damn it, first there was Ashe Heath and now this Hunter. The concentration of bad
men tonight is just too high, isn’t it?

“Selina Bright,” she said, trembling.

Just then, the Blood Moon broke through the clouds, and the crimson moonlight
illuminated the Hunter’s weathered face and his gray-white hair.

“I am Gerard Wessminster, Hunter Number 307791,” the Hunter said. “Pleased to meet
you, Selina. I have a feeling we’ll get along just fine.”

Footnote:

Braised Pork with Rattan(藤条焖猪肉):

This is a colloquial metaphor in Chinese culture, referring to the act of spanking

children’s buttocks with a rattan cane.

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“Have we transmigrated to some formidable Kingdom?”

Ashe pressed himself against the floor-to-ceiling glass, overlooking the city that
never slept below. A dim moon hung in the night sky like a dulled jade plate,
powerfully asserting that they had lost their chance to participate in the live-
action adventure of the Blood Moon Tribunal.

Skyscrapers towered, neon lights dangled high above, and the self-driving cars on
the highways—forgive Ashe’s limited science fiction vocabulary—were like a tightly
programmed collective. The distance between each vehicle was consistent, their
speeds nearly identical. When one car veered off into a branch road, another
swiftly took its place. There were no traffic lights or pedestrian crossings on the
roads, yet the vehicles seemed to possess a superior ability to self-manage.

Moreover, countless drones shuttled through the night. They, too, were meticulously
planned, navigating the skies with efficiency and speed, even capable of point-to-
point services—as they had just witnessed when a drone suddenly zipped into their
room, dropped off a few pairs of underwear, and left just as quickly.

Because Harvey preferred briefs, Ashe liked boxer shorts, and Igor preferred to go
commando, but only briefs were provided here.

Upon hearing their needs, the young Butler Banjeet said, “I will fulfill your
requirements as soon as possible.” They hadn’t expected, however, that ‘as soon as
possible’ would mean new underwear delivered right after their shower.

It was then that Ashe and his companions discovered a delivery hatch in the room
reserved for drone entry, just the right size to allow a drone to pass through but
too narrow to stick an arm into.

Compared to the grandeur of the cityscape, it was precisely these inconspicuous

architectural features and integrated services, these heartwarming little designs,
that filled the three foreign workers with trepidation—had the productivity here
flourished to the point where one could save even the last minute of receiving a
delivery?

If Ashe had to choose one word to describe the city, it would be ‘alive.’

This city was like a living machine, operating with precision and efficiency,
everything fast yet orderly, like a skilled conductor leading an orchestra, where
every note fits perfectly, without any superfluous noise, everything so pleasing to
the ear.

Ashe initially thought Blood Moon Kaimon City was impressive, but compared to the
city beneath his feet, Kaimon City might as well have been dubbed ‘death metal’,
not just connected to the earth, but to hell itself.
Indeed, Ashe wasn’t surveying the city from a high-rise building; quite the
contrary, he was looking out from Level -51, the lowest level of the structure.

Below the floor he stood on was not a foundation, but a Terrace.

And beneath that Terrace was a city on ground level.

A skyscraper that reached up to 80 stories tall faced Ashe’s Level -51 spot with
less than 100 meters of clear space between them. Ashe had observed this scene from
the car earlier, feeling as if stalactites were staring back at him, or as if the
sky and earth were locked in a kiss.

This was a fantasy city so mad it made one tremble; the ground level was a regular
city, but the second level was an inverted city—with all buildings constructed
facing downward, the ground of the second level was actually at the highest point.

“Hopefully, the corpse management system here is a bit more relaxed…” Harvey,
swinging his recently healed left arm and sucking on Moon Sugar, lazily said from
his seat: “Civilizations that know how to utilize corpses are the good ones.”

“No wonder those Red Caps, who seemed like the security forces, let us off so
easily.”

Igor, watching the drones traverse the night sky, said, “Just mount guns and
cannons on those machines, and they would be sufficient to encircle and slaughter a
common Sorcerer legion. The automated aerial security system, still under research
in Blood Moon Kingdom, is already a reality here.”

“Unless a Level 3 or higher Virtual Realm Passage is opened by Sorcerers from the
Sanctuary leading a Hunting Festival, it’s impossible to create any ripples in this
Civilized Kingdom.”

“To them, we who come from a Level 2 Virtual Realm Passage are but lowly pawns.
Though considered evil outsiders that must be eradicated, we’re at most seen as
cockroaches, not even worthy of being called centipedes.”

At this point, Igor couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful: “In such a well-
regulated Civilized Kingdom, if we manage to hide for three days until the
countdown disappears, we’ll definitely find a way to become official citizens here,
enjoying social benefits, instead of being forced to become that woman’s hundred-
day Slaves—”

“The social welfare system in Blood Moon Kingdom is actually quite comprehensive,”
Ashe suddenly said. “The only requirement is the implantation of a neck chip. If
Blood Moon were willing to waive your punishments, but on the condition that you
get the chip implanted again, would you be willing?”

“No,” Harvey spread his hands. “The Research Institute has a monopoly on the corpse
industry. Small operators like me can’t survive. Even if it wasn’t for escaping
from prison, I’d definitely leave the internally competitive Red Ocean of Blood
Moon… Ah, where exactly is the Blue Ocean of corpses that belongs to me?”

“I don’t like to answer hypothetical questions,” Igor said calmly.

“Although there’s no evidence, I feel that this Civilized Kingdom may not be as
great as it seems to our eyes,” Ashe picked up a cream-filled cookie from the snack
plate. “If everyone here really lived and worked in peace and contentment, why
would the Four Pillars Cult here be more prosperous than the one in Kaimon City?”

“Have you not considered that this could be due to a significant gap in the
capabilities between the leaders of the two organizations?” Igor replied
disdainfully.

“Moreover, being employed by Annan isn’t entirely bad,” Ashe continued. “Being used
isn’t scary; what’s scary is not being of use. Even if we, as you say, Bewitcher,
could slowly assimilate into this world from the bottom up, how long would that
take? Would the risk cost be high? Can a group of penniless outsiders really find
their footing in a well-organized Civilized Kingdom? I’m afraid even sleeping under
a bridge would get us chased away for ‘affecting the city’s appearance.’”

“Annan knows the advantages of our Race, advantages even we’re not aware of. She
doesn’t just know them; she’s even willing to pay a price to utilize those
advantages… Igor, if I were to discover a Talent you have in a certain Magical
Faction, and the price was for you to lick me thoroughly without dead angles for
the next hundred days, would you be willing?”

“As I said, I don’t like answering hypothetical questions,” Igor replied coldly.
“Besides, I couldn’t pay that price. At most, after three minutes I’d probably die
from severe dehydration due to vomiting caused by intense nausea.”

While Ashe said that, everyone understood the subtext—these hundred days weren’t
just about Annan using them; they could also use Annan.

With the help of Annan, a native, not only could Ashe and the others quickly
integrate into this world, but Annan would also help them uncover unknown values
they were not even aware of.

Even if Annan took a large share or even all of the value they provided, at least
they would know their unique Talents. It was akin to receiving vocational training,
though at the cost of selling themselves into servitude.

“But don’t forget who sold us to the Four Pillars Cult as Sacrifices.”

Harvey abruptly stretched his left arm, his bones making a crisp sound, clearly
healed. The habitual laziness on his face was gone. Narrowing his eyes slightly,
his dark visage took on the coldness befitting Kaimon City’s premier killer and a
Controller.

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“I’m not fond of adorning my speech with words like ‘revenge,’ ‘grudges,’ or
‘hatred.’ Cowards use literary embellishments to mask their incompetence,
linguistically deconstructing their own fury… But now, as a Necromancer in the
Exotic Lands, I have neither past nor future. Corpses are not just my medium; they
are also my destiny.”

The Necromancer spoke with a chill in his voice, “I care nothing for long-term
benefits. My mood is the sole standard for my actions.”

“It’s quite clear, considering your daily indulgence in Moon Sugar, that you’re
intent on living a short life,” Igor raised an eyebrow. “Are you plotting revenge
against Annan?”

“Perhaps,” Harvey smacked his lips, biting on his knuckle. “It mostly depends on
how I feel at the moment. If I run out of sugar, just a touch of resentment might
be enough to ignite my icy stream of fire… By the way, the night I left Shattered
Lake Prison, I vowed to turn all those who aspired to be my superiors into adorable
subordinates of my liking.”

“I’m not telling you this to invite you to join my plans for vengeance a hundred
days in advance, just hoping that when the time comes, you’ll at least stand aside.
I don’t want to engage with you. You’re not only troublesome but… I genuinely don’t
want to.”

Ashe blinked, “Honestly, I’m a bit touched. After all, the first time we met, you
discussed how my livor mortis could be made to look prettier…”

At this, Harvey was no longer sleepy. “If you let me prepare, I promise that no
matter when you die, your body will bloom with beautiful black roses…”

“Worry not, Necromancer,” Igor replied coldly. “I won’t oppose you, nor will I join
your foolish quest for revenge. I won’t deny that I still harbor resentment, but if
Annan can make amends in the coming days, I might be able to let go of this ‘minor
discord’.”

“After all, emotions are the least reliable thing. Even sworn enemies can turn
into…” Igor paused, then abruptly changed the subject, “Speaking of which, Harvey,
aren’t you worried that this room might be bugged? Your declaration of revenge
could have already been overheard by Annan.”

“Ah, that’s right, I’m done for,” Harvey smacked his head, “It seems I really have
had too much Moon Sugar…”

“What about you?” Igor turned to Ashe, “Do you want revenge on Annan?”

“You’re asking me to speak ill of someone behind their back, fully aware we could
be listened in on?” Ashe retorted, but then tilted his head, pondering, “To be
honest, I’m more curious than vengeful.”

“Curious?”

“Curious about how she will use us,” Ashe said. “Being a chess player allows one to
control their own Destiny, but even as a mere pawn, can’t one still admire the
grandeur of the player’s strategies up close?”

“But she first sold you to the Four Pillars Cult and then used trickery to force
you into a Slave Contract. Do you not hold any resentment?”

“There might be some resentment, but it dissipated quite a bit when the Butler
bought me boxers,” Ashe sighed, “I admit I’m a man of weak will, easily swayed by
small kindnesses. Frankly, I’m now worried that Annan might try to seduce me with
beauty tricks…”

Igor snickered at that, “If Fernand Snow heard you calling yourself an honest man,
he’d be livid enough to crawl out of the sixth layer of hell.”

“So, you’re not planning on taking revenge?” Harvey asked.

“If I were to seek revenge, it wouldn’t be for the grievances of the first day,”
Ashe said, looking out at the neon-lit night scene, “but for the disappointments
accumulated over the following 101 days.”

“As for that Contract, I never cared much about it.”

Ashe turned his head to look at them, “Do you really think a mere Contract can bind
me?”

Hearing such a brazen statement, Igor instinctively wanted to scoff, but as he

looked at Ashe’s face, somehow bright, somehow shadowed, he found himself at a loss
for words, as if overpowered.

Was it because of the persuasive power that came with the Cult Leader’s notorious
past?

Was it because this Prison Escapee possessed a power that couldn’t be ignored?

Or was it because… he had come to deeply understand that this man named Ashe Heath
was the most terrifying among them?

The malice wrapped under that human skin could become a wind that sweeps everything
before it, turning the windmill of calamity—

“I am indeed a national-level master of backing out, a professional touch fish, an

annual subscriber to the company Restroom, a platinum salary thief. I’m no good at
working, but I’m the best at taking a break,” Ashe said languidly. “To think a mere
Contract would make me work, you’re really underestimating me.”

“…” Igor lightly slapped himself.

“But Ashe, besides the 101-day Contract, you also have a lifetime Contract with
that little girl,” Harvey reminded. “Are you ready to be a dad?”

At this, Ashe’s face darkened—by now he knew all too well why the little girl Lise
had sought him out; she had targeted him because of his soft heart, boldly making
those two outrageous vows.

Someone like Annan or Igor, who grew up eating the bread of sorrows, would never
Sign such an absurdly tyrannical Contract with her. It was only Ashe, already
accustomed to being squeezed by unscrupulous corporate Contracts, who was taken in
by her cuteness and didn’t react in time, ending up thoroughly trapped.

Annan was willing to let Ashe Sign a Contract with Lise because she didn’t want to
shoulder two extra burdens. Although she could have Lise not make excessive
demands, naturally, the fewer Contract promises, the better.
Igor looked at Harvey strangely, “You still don’t know the meaning of being a dad?”

“I do,” Harvey shrugged. “But isn’t it fun to tease Ashe about it?”

Watching Ashe’s frustrated expression, Igor coughed and said nonchalantly, “The
Contract system here is different from the one under the Blood Moon, but Annan
wouldn’t use any particularly grand Ritual for it. At most, it might bind a Two
Wings Sorcerer. If you give me some time to study, perhaps I could—”

Knock knock.

The Butler boy opened the door and said politely, “Miss invites you to discuss in
the hall. If you’d like to Rest for the evening, it can be postponed until
tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I have to sell my body or my Soul next, but I certainly can’t
sleep,” Igor said coldly. “Lead the way.”

He thought for a moment and decided not to make any light promises to Ashe just yet
—Rule Six for a Con Artist: don’t reveal your hand before the deal is done.

Unless it’s a client you want to deceive, don’t give away hope too lightly.

Following the Butler, Ashe wasn’t thinking about the Destiny that lay ahead.

The reason he so quickly accepted his new identity and was willing to accept
Annan’s temporary leadership was not just because of the traditional adaptation
skill of ‘in for a penny, in for a pound,’ but also because he suddenly acquired a
strange new Occupational Trait—

“Occupation: Calamity Walker/Social Idler”

“Occupational Traits: Normal state Luck Check +5, critical moments Luck Check -50,
more likely to trigger mysterious events, more likely to encounter complications,
more likely to be observed by Destiny, more likely to trigger major failures. The
appetite of the spirit is reduced, feeding requirements decreased by 50%.”

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Calamity Walker!

Though the name carries an aura of sinister madness, its effect was almost like
Ashe challenging Freya—exhilarating, followed by certain death. A mere +5 to luck
isn’t much, but at critical moments, it’s as if luck plummets to -50.

Winning is like gaining a tiny piece of candy, losing is like losing an entire
factory, akin to the losses one can suffer in the stock market.
In addition to that, ‘ more likely to trigger mysterious events, more likely to
encounter complications, more likely to be observed by Destiny, more likely to
trigger major failures.’ In short, it means being more prone to misfortune, and
once misfortune strikes, a -50 to luck, a perfect combo as if Bewitcher had
launched an attack with both hand and mouth.

If Ashe had a stable life, even just a normal family, he could somewhat
counterbalance the disadvantages brought by his Occupational Traits.

After all, a -50 to luck seems daunting, but it actually requires triggering a
‘critical moment’ as a prerequisite. Therefore, the method to avoid it is simple—
just as moral blackmail requires a target with morals, if Ashe lived a calm and
uneventful life, even the lowest luck would merely affect his Probability of Eating
Wallace’s Spray.

However, Ashe doesn’t have a stable life, not even a home.

He even doubts if sleeping under a bridge would, due to his Occupational Traits,
lead to non-stop encounters with robberies/gang wars/serial killers/Bewitcher
hunts/Sorcerer invasions from Exotic Lands and other such events throughout the
night.

Hence, for Ashe, the option of ‘blending in from the bottom of this Kingdom’
carries an exceedingly high risk. Finding a place to live, looking for a job, even
searching for Sorcerer resources—all these tasks are extremely troublesome to begin
with. Add to that a -50 to luck, and Ashe feels like everyone he meets is bound to
be a shady middleman.

Annan’s hundred-day Contract, while restricting Ashe’s freedom, also ensures his
safety—the very first clause stipulates that the master must protect the Slave.

With Annan acting as a mediator, Ashe could at least safely navigate the perilous
‘newbie phase.’ He didn’t believe that bad luck was like lightning specifically
targeting him; rather, it must be akin to a fifty-meter radius event-level Map
blast centered on him. This would inevitably drag others, such as Igor and Annan,
into the fray, at least allowing him to share the misfortune. Should anything
happen, he wouldn’t be the only one facing the consequences.

It seemed likely that the negative status of Calamity Walker was planted when
Selina bumped into him, followed by two severe incidents: Annan taking advantage of
a crisis and the young girl Lise’s cute but deceitful scam. The ‘+5 to luck’ hadn’t
shown its face yet, but the ‘-50 to luck’ was indeed exceptionally potent.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, they arrived in the living room.

Annan’s place appeared to be a large flat design, with the entire 51st level below
ground constituting her home. The living room alone was easily over a hundred
square meters. As Ashe and the others arrived, they spotted several mechanical
spiders returning to their web nests to recharge.

As soon as he entered, Ashe noticed these mechanical spiders cleaning. There was no
need for further description; the advantages of such spider machines were evident
to the naked eye: extremely flexible, not missing any cleaning dead spots, and
offering three-dimensional thoroughness.

There were no signs of other servants, suggesting that the daily cleaning was
managed entirely by these mechanical spiders.
Considering the unmanned drone delivery systems and the advanced network of
automatic vehicles outside, it seemed that manual labor had lost its exploitative
value in this place.

Although it was a Sorcerer-led nation, the level of development here, both macro
and micro, seemed to comprehensively outshine the Blood Moon Kingdom. Ashe couldn’t
help but consider the possibility—was the Blood Moon truly the most barbaric and
underdeveloped Sorcerer civilization?

Could his transmigration have started him off in hell?

“Please, take a seat,” Annan, already waiting for them at the end of a long table,
invited. She had changed into a set of purple silk pajamas—Ashe felt he could
already guess the color of this woman’s underwear. The white-haired young girl Lise
sat next to her, holding a cup of milk and wearing cute bunny pajamas, her eyes
bright and lively.

That was to be expected; during the one-hour car journey from the outskirts, where
the Four Pillars Cult was located, to the downtown area, only Lise had enjoyed a
sound sleep. Ashe and the other two had merely taken turns resting their eyes.

Butler Banjeet stood by, serving with a demeanor that belied his youthful
appearance; he exuded the steadiness of a seasoned butler well over sixty.

On the table lay four aluminum rings with a metallic luster, each engraved with
numbers from 1 to 12, exuding a high-tech vibe—three large and one small.

“You can wear it on any finger, the method is to put it on and then give it a
twist,” Annan said while filing her nails. “These are the latest Gospel Rings from
Salome, available in starry gray, matte black, and sparkling blue. If you have a
preferred color, you can mention it now and switch within seven days. The numbers
on the rings are just to indicate time, they’re decorative.”

“Gospel Ring?” Igor examined the ring closely with interest.

“That’s right, just as you are thinking,” Annan confirmed. “Once you put it on,
you’ll be able to open the ‘Gospel.’ Most of your questions can be answered through
the ‘Gospel.’”

An eager Lise had already put on her ring and decisively gave it a twist upon
hearing this. Ashe and the others exchanged glances and followed suit.

The next moment, four distinct books appeared before them: Lise’s was a crystal
cover emitting a rainbow luster; Harvey’s seemed to be bound in white bone,
emitting a misty gray vapor; Igor’s was dazzling with golden light…

Ashe’s book was the most peculiar—while the others had covers of solid colors or
various runes, his showed an inverted hooded figure holding a book to cover their
face, shrouded in mystery.

Annan couldn’t help but take a second glance at Ashe’s book, but quickly lost
interest. “Look at your Gospel and mentally say ‘mine.’”

Ashe did as instructed, and the Gospel immediately unfolded, listing rows of
information:
“Ashe Heath”

“Current Points: 0”

“Points available this month: 0”

“Current Ranking: None”

“Eh?”

Ashe turned to look and saw Igor and Harvey with expressions of shock. Ashe felt a
bit odd; the design wasn’t much different from a Chip Holographic Screen—was it
really that surprising?

“Annan, I’m number 10 on the ‘Azura Beauty Ranking’!” Lise exclaimed excitedly.

Ashe blinked in surprise.

“Two Wings Necromancy Ranking Azura Sub-Ranking” first place.” Harvey spoke
somberly: “It seems that the Necromancy Faction isn’t that developed here, for me
to be in first place…”

“Wait, Harvey, when did you become Two Wings?” Ashe suddenly noticed a detail: “You
were still a One Wing sorcerer during the Blood Moon Tribunal!”

“My accumulation was actually enough a while ago. During the days of escaping from
prison in the Virtual Realm, I absorbed enough arcane energy and successfully made
a Breakthrough to the Gold Tier in the Necromancy Faction Realm. Then, by promoting
my Lifeline Spirit to Two Wings, I smoothly entered the Time Continent.” Harvey
shrugged: “Even a Necromancer who has just been promoted to Two Wings like me is
ranked first here… Sigh, I feel like I’ve arrived in a cultural desert.”

“Isn’t being first a good thing?” Igor raised his eyebrows: “Two Wings Mind Ranking
Azura Sub-Ranking second place, Azura Beauty Ranking fifth place… The beauty
ranking aside, but to think that there’s a Mind Sorcerer at the Two Wings level
with a higher Faction Realm than me here. If this were at the Blood Moon, I might
already be thinking about hiring you to assassinate that colleague.”

“How strange you are. If someone is stronger than you, shouldn’t you be thinking
about how to surpass him with real strength?”

“Isn’t spending money to assassinate him also real strength? Resources,

connections, power, intelligence, these are the real strengths of a Mind Sorcerer;
arcane energy is just a trivial part of it.”

After some thought, Harvey actually agreed with Igor’s twisted logic: “That’s also
true, after all, corpses count as my strength too, arcane energy alone is not
enough to summarize everything about me…”

As they were talking, they suddenly realized they were missing a noisy voice.

Both turned to look at Ashe: “Ashe, what is your ranking?”

“Me, oh me,” Ashe said dismissively: “This is very important confidential

information, how can I just reveal it carelessly like you two—”

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“Turn your ‘my’ pages here and let me see.” Annan said.

In an instant, Ashe, along with the others, did so. Lise also obediently turned her
book around, and Annan, after a glance, confirmed that the name on it was indeed
“Lise” and that the account had zero Points, thus dispelling the last shred of
doubt he had about this mysterious little girl.

At that moment, Ashe’s page was also fully exposed to Igor and Harvey’s view.

Igor feigned surprise and bellowed loudly:

“Ah, my dear Ashe, do you not have a ranking at all?”

“Can it be that only Ashe has no ranking? Only Ashe? Only Ashe!?”

“It’s just like Ashe to have something so embarrassing to hide, definitely can’t
let everyone find out how shameful this is—”

Ashe’s mouth twitched with irritation. That damn Bewitcher Igor is one thing, but
even Harvey, who usually has the expression of a dead fish, was laughing as if high
on Moon Sugar, his shoulders shaking so hard he was nearly flinging his pajamas
off.

“Harvey, during our escape from prison, it’s clear who was dragging their feet, who
was slacking off. The conclusion is pretty obvious now.”

“Indeed, indeed, hahaha. Sorry, Ashe, I really can’t help you, it’s just too
hilarious hahaha—”

“Hmph, laugh it up,” Ashe resigned himself: “As long as I work hard, I can
definitely make it to the top!”

“‘As long as I work hard, I can definitely get into college’!” Igor’s mouth was
almost grinning to the heavens, “Ah, the nostalgia. That classmate who said those
words seems to have become the ace ‘Silver Fire Dragon’ at the Mud Café.”

“Ashe, don’t be like that.” Harvey chuckled: “I assure you, if there was a Corpse
Ranking, I’d do everything in my power to get you to the top!”

“Daddy, don’t be sad!” Lise clenched her little fists and said: “I won’t despise
you!”

“Do you really have to keep calling me daddy?” Ashe couldn’t help but say.

“Eh? But who else will promise to always protect Lise, to always listen to Lise?”
Lise earnestly said: “I believe that even a daddy who’s powerless can still protect
Lise well!”

“When did the duration of the Contract extend to forever—”

Harvey reminded: “When she made her vow, there was no mention of a time
Restriction; theoretically, even after you die and are turned into a undead by me,
you’d still have to continue protecting her.”

“Stop, stop.” Annan gently tapped the table, “Now that you roughly understand the
significance of the Gospel, we should move on to the main topic.”
“Points?” Igor guessed: “The higher the ranking, the more Points you get. Do you
want us to give all our Points to you?”

“Since I was sixteen, I have been on three or more Ranking Lists, the same number
as Banjeet,” Annan said languidly. “Those Points of yours don’t catch my eye.”

“But your job is indeed related to the Ranking List, related to the Gospel.”

Annan blew on his nails: “I need you to become the future number one.”

Footnote:

Probability of Eating Wallace’s Spray(吃华莱士喷射的概率):

Wallace is a famous fast-food brand in China. It is rumored online that eating at

Wallace can cause diarrhea, turning one into a “spray warrior.” (Personal
experience seems to confirm this.)

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The future number one?

The crowd was taken aback, but Annan did not elaborate further. Instead, he turned
to introduce the Gospel.

“The Gospel is a Boon from the Omniscient Weaver and the foundation of the Gospel
civilization. The all-knowing Gospel has not been stingy with its glory, allowing
us to hear the most authentic gospel, to confirm our talents, and to find our
place.”

“The Ranking List is the Weaver’s way of spurring and rewarding the world.”

“According to statistics, there are currently a total of 3,788 Ranking Lists,

including the General Ranking, Regional Sub-Rankings, Individual Rankings, and
Organizational Rankings. They cover all Magical Factions and include various common
Occupations and special deeds,” Annan said. “For example, ‘Azura’s Quest Ranking’
lists the firms within the Azura region that have completed the most tasks with the
best results. My Funeral Firm ranks ninth, which is considered top-tier in Azura.
And then there are ‘Heroism Rankings,’ ‘Songstress Rankings,’ ‘Chinese Jump Rope
Rankings’ – even ordinary people who are not Sorcerers can make it onto a list.”

At this point, everyone couldn’t help but glance at the only Sorcerer present who
hadn’t made any Ranking List. Using the Gospel to cover his face, he basked in
silence, full of impulsive regret.

Igor raised his hand to ask, “Is there a Ranking List related to inventing new
devices, popularizing advanced tools, transforming cities, and improving the lives
of citizens?”
“‘Pioneering Inventions Rankings,’ ‘Corporate Rankings,’ ‘City Comprehensive
Rankings,’” Annan glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the two-tiered
city: “Banjeet, has Azura changed a lot over the past few decades?”

“Miss, sixty years ago, Azura still had dry toilets; thirty years ago, it wasn’t a
two-tiered city.”

The young Butler beside them let out a sigh that seemed beyond his years: “As a
child, I never imagined that one day I would see skyscrapers hanging upside down.”

“Because the competition on the Ranking List is fierce, every minute and every
second, new inventions, new tools, and new designs are erupting from every corner
of the Gospel Kingdom, quickly entering the application phase, becoming reality,
and transforming the world.”

Is it really because of the systemic advantage…

Although the Institute System of the Blood Moon Kingdom was quite impressive, with
the immortal species dedicating themselves to research, not only ensuring that
leading figures could play a role for a long time, but also allowing for a focus on
fundamental research without short-term gains, the Blood Moon Kingdom was indeed a
prosperous and resource-rich developed country. Otherwise, the Socialized Rearing
System would not have been possible.

Yet, compared to the competition-embracing Gospel Kingdom, the group of vampires

still seemed too conservative and traditional. Perhaps a thousand years ago, the
Blood Moon Kingdom was not much different from the Gospel Kingdom, but while the
former relied on the prolonged cultivation of a few immortals, the latter thrived
on comprehensive competition at the societal level, making a significant gap after
a millennium quite natural.

Igor asked, “The Ranking List must offer substantial rewards to make organizations
and individuals take it so seriously, right?”

“Points,” Annan nodded. “Compared to gold and silver, Points are the real currency
in the Gospel Kingdom. As long as you have enough Points, you can obtain anything
you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Annan extended her hand, and the next second, a bunch of juicy grapes
suddenly appeared in her palm. She took a grape with her mouth, gently biting into
the juicy flesh: “For example, you can use Points to get a fresh bunch of chilled
grapes.”

“Any material item, any spirit, any Miracle, as long as you can think of it, you
can obtain it if you spend enough Points. However, there are a few Restrictions,
such as not causing harm to others or engaging in illegal activities.”

“But for things like extending life, treating mortal wounds, instantly moving to a
target location, or obtaining a rare Quadruple wings spirit, the Gospel can still
make it happen.”

“Must be expensive, right?”

“Exorbitantly so,” Annan laughed. “The real purchasing power of the Points spent on
these grapes could let me buy an entire grape farm. Divine Concealment, come eat
grapes.”
Ashe and the others wondered whom she was calling when suddenly, a milky-yellow
lizard appeared on her shoulder, with a pair of clever vertical pupils rolling
around, looking quite adorable. It smacked its mouth a few times, and the bunch of
grapes was left with only stems, not a single grape remaining.

The Sorcerers couldn’t see clearly how it ate!

“Scarlet Gold Dragon Lizard,” Igor murmured softly.

“An endangered species?” Ashe asked.

“It’s not about being endangered; they simply don’t exist in reality,” Harvey
explained. “I remember it’s a special creature from the Time Continent. Once tamed,
it can follow its master through reality and help capture fleeing spirits in the
Virtual Realm. It’s an extremely precious pet.”

Compared to the ‘real-world achievements’ like large flat structures, Firms, and
relationships with the Red Caps, the Scarlet Gold Dragon Lizard as a ‘Virtual Realm
achievement’ finally made the Trespasser trio take Annan’s personal strength
seriously. The world of Sorcerers is that simple: being formidable in reality
doesn’t count for much; only strength in the Virtual Realm is considered true
power.

In some ways, Sorcerers are like a group of live-action role-playing gamers, except
their ‘game’ abilities can also take effect in reality.

Annan stroked the little head of the dragon lizard and said, “The real use of
Points is to purchase one’s own Gospel, meaning intelligence and knowledge.”

“For example, if you can’t progress in the Magical Factions Realm, you spend Points
for guidance, and the Gospel will tell you how to proceed; if your research hits a
dead end, the Gospel will pinpoint the issue; if you’re unaware of your own
Talents, the Gospel will reveal your true potential; you can even verify if someone
is lying…”

Ashe, the ‘Mudblood

who steals arcane energy,’ didn’t seem phased, feeling that the Gospel was akin to
Google. Meanwhile, Igor and Harvey were completely astonished.

As true Sorcerers, they understood the value of such ‘guidance.’ If the “Gospel”
were truly crafted by a Divine Master, it would mean that everyone in this kingdom
has a Divine Master grandfather figure providing guidance at their side. This,
this…

What is the Blood Moon Kingdom compared to this? I am a Gospel man now!

Igor asked with a trembling voice, “What’s the proportion of Sorcerers here?”

“Because the ‘School Comprehensive Ranking’ includes factors like the healthy
growth of students, the proportion of Sorcerers has been declining over the past
few decades,” Annan flipped through her Gospel, “The current ratio is 10.19%.”

“One in every ten people is a Sorcerer…” Harvey murmured, “The Corpse resources
here are of such high quality…”
“Although it sounds strange, don’t think our sorcerers here are that impressive,”
Annan spread his hands and said, “I imagine that in your Kingdom, you probably
aren’t considered very powerful Two Wings sorcerers, right? Yet in our place, where
the proportion of sorcerers is very high, you can still rank first and second,
which already speaks volumes.”

“For the whole, the Gospel naturally has great benefits; but for the individual,
the Gospel is a double-edged sword that must be used with caution.”

“Self-learning ability,” Ashe hit the nail on the head. “If you get into the habit
of seeking the Gospel whenever you encounter a problem, then your self-learning
ability will only gradually decline, and eventually, you’ll reach a point where you
can’t make any progress without the Gospel’s guidance. Just like a house cat raised
like a pig, because life is too good, in the end, it may even be chased by mice.”

“That’s exactly right,” Annan played with the Dragon Lizard’s little claws, “Our
sorcerers are divided into ‘Gospel sorcerers’ and ‘Silent Sorcerers,’ because
listening to the Gospel’s guidance is either zero times or countless times. Gospel
sorcerers generally stop at Two Wings, and it’s difficult for them to make any
Breakthroughs in the Faction Realm, even if the Gospel points out how they should
strive.”

“To become a consolidated Tri-wings, it’s basically only possible for Silent
Sorcerers who have never listened to the Gospel even once.”

“Like the ‘Crysand Red Cap’ Cleos you just met, besides asking if her Fated Lover
was born, she never listens to any other Gospel.”

Ashe was shocked, “You can even ask about love!?”

“Of course you can, it’s just that it often doesn’t happen,” Annan shrugged, “For
example, I currently don’t have one either. The so-called Fated Lover is a Destiny
Miracle where you fall deeply in love with each other at first sight, without any
need for adjustment, and once you meet, you never separate. Many people don’t date
in their entire lives, preferring to wait for their Fated Lover, but end up waiting
to death without ever meeting them.”

Ashe muttered, “There’s actually such a good thing as fate assigned lovers…”

Harvey said to Lise, “It seems like you won’t have the chance to have a mom.”

Lise nodded seriously, “Compared to a mom, I feel like the probability of me having
a second dad is higher…”

Harvey nodded earnestly, “Fair point, to be honest, indeed.”

“I’m telling you all this because I want you to understand that the Gospel truly
has the power to grant any wish,” Annan said calmly as he placed the Dragon Lizard
on the table. “With this understanding, you can grasp the magnitude of my plan and
what I’m staking on you.”

“The next part, not a single word must be revealed to anyone else.”

After saying this, Annan’s green eyes suddenly fixed intently on Ashe, making him
feel both panicked and utterly confused.
Is she staring at me because she covets my beauty? Could she be planning to get me
drunk, or take advantage of me during a Ritual? It’s all because 222 made me more
attractive, even Freya can’t stop thinking about me… If the new boss wants to play
by unwritten rules, should I accept or play hard to get?

As Ashe was lost in his wild thoughts, Lise made a zipping motion across her lips:
“Daddy, I’ll be good.”

Ashe blinked, then realized: “Lise, you’re also not allowed to reveal anything you
hear next.”

The new boss couldn’t directly command Lise; it had to go through Ashe as a sort of
router.

Only then did Annan withdraw her gaze and asked, “What do you think my Firm usually
does?”

“Transporting half-finished Corpses.”

“Human trafficking.”

“Biological transport.”

The three of them almost instantly gave the same answers. Annan raised an eyebrow:
“This is indeed one of the main operations of the Firm… To avoid any
misunderstandings, let me explain.”

“In the various Ranking Lists that assess regional development levels and the
abilities of rulers, which include but are not limited to ‘Internal Affairs List’,
‘Innovation List’, ‘Security List’, ‘City Comprehensive List’, ‘talent’ is a very
important evaluation indicator. So, what do you think should determine ‘talent’?”

Lise raised her hand: “Good kids who make it onto the Ranking List like me are
talents.”

Harvey and Igor turned to look at the only person present who wasn’t considered a
talent, the zero-star trash Ashe, who slammed the table in anger: “Annan, they’re
not taking your teachings seriously and are messing around. I, Ashe, am reporting
them for real. I cannot stand people who touch fish during meetings!”

“Indeed, only those who make it onto the Ranking List can be considered talent.”

Purple Moth blinked, surprised that before she could make a move, the People from
the Exotic Lands had already started to quarrel among themselves: “But not every
Area’s Ranking List can be filled. There’s a minimum threshold for the lists, and
if the standard isn’t met, no matter what, you can’t get on the list. Therefore,
there are many ’empty lists,’ and correspondingly, those with enough people to fill
them are called ‘full lists.’”

“The more ‘full lists’ there are in an Area, the higher the ruler’s level of
governance and the better the area’s development. By the way, these city Ranking
Lists are updated every six months, so every ruler wants to fill up the empty lists
as much as possible before the evaluation deadline.”

The Con Artist quickly realized the loophole: “If you lure the top talents from
other Areas to your own, then—”
“Exactly,” Annan said, fiddling with her new amethyst earring. “When the location
of people changes, they naturally count toward the current Area’s Ranking List.”

“So right before the evaluation deadline, it’s war for firms like ours—kidnapping
specific talents from surrounding Areas to the client’s designated Area, using them
to fill the empty lists. You’ve also ridden in our work vehicles; we don’t harm or
kill people, we just temporarily incapacitate the talents so they can’t resist, and
once the evaluation is over, we release them. If possible, we even try to minimize
physical contact to ensure the talents have a good short travel experience.”

“I hope you don’t have any misunderstandings about the Funeral Firm; we are a very
serious business.”

Ashe and the others exchanged glances: experts in personal restraint, colluding
with the security forces, exploiting migrant workers during times of chaos… it
seemed they had no misconceptions.

“With this in mind, you should understand the true nature of our firm’s business.”

Ding.

Purple Moth gently scraped her earring with her nail, taking the wine glass passed
to her by the young Butler Banjeet.

“Although the business is diverse, at its core, what we do is to find, study, and
even exploit the loopholes in the Gospel.”

“That is to say, to desecrate the Gospel.”

Footnote:

Mudblood(泥巴种):

A term originating from J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter novels, referring to a person
born to non-magical parents or from a non-traditional lineage.

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The “Gospel” is a Boon from the Omniscient Weaver, a miracle beyond the reach of
mortals, an omnipotent wishing machine, the foundation upon which the Gospel
Kingdom operates.

But it is, after all, just a tool.

Even the greatest tool, weathered by the long passage of time, will eventually lose
all its sanctity. To utilize a tool is to embody wisdom, and even more so, the
instinct of a Sorcerer.

“If the ‘Gospel’ is a spider’s web spread across the nation, then the Firm is like
the insects wriggling through the web,” chuckled the Purple Moth. “The Gospel
doesn’t make mistakes; it’s just… slow.”
“By transferring talent before the Ranking List is set, one can affect the
hierarchical status of two cities. There are many, many rules like this that can be
exploited. For instance, the Gospel does not allow us to directly obtain someone’s
specific information and current location. However, if you ask in a roundabout way,
you can still achieve your goal—you can’t ask for someone’s location, but you can
ask for the location of their car.”

“The work of the Firm is to exploit known loopholes in the rules to fulfill various
commissions,” Annan said, flicking the rim of his glass lightly. “It’s a very
dangerous Occupation, because the Gospel doesn’t make mistakes; it’s just slow.
When it realizes that there’s an unusual tremor in the web, the insolent insects
that dare to defile it will meet the fate they deserve.”

Igor frowned and said, “If the Gospel despises those of you who exploit loopholes,
then why does it allow you to be on the list?”

“Because the web still has eyes,” Annan whispered. “As long as there are eyes in
the web, there will be a space for Firms like ours to exist. The day the Firms are
completely annihilated, that will also mean the reality is about to turn into
paradise.”

“A paradise where everyone is involved in intense competition, constantly striving

for higher rankings?” Ashe pondered and then shuddered: “Sounds more like hell,
doesn’t it?”

“I think it’s quite nice,” Harvey interjected. “The corpses of Sorcerers who died
suddenly are excellent material.”

Annan looked at Igor, then pointed at Ashe: “Is the environment in your Blood Moon
Kingdom so harsh that even those who detest competition can become Two Wings
Sorcerers?”

“Still, the same rule applies: personal actions must not escalate to the level of
the Kingdom,” Igor said with resignation. “So, we, the People from the Exotic
Lands, are we just tools for you to exploit loopholes? The Contract is for 101
days, during which there is an important Ranking List assessment?”

“That’s correct.” Annan nodded in satisfaction. “Mr. Bukin, if it were the past, I
would have very much liked to invite you to join the Funeral Firm, but
unfortunately, that’s not possible now.”

Igor’s expression cooled slightly: “Miss Annan, I don’t think it’s wise to reveal
your killing intent 101 days in advance.”

“You misunderstand me deeply,” Annan said, spreading his hands. “What I mean is, by
joining my plan, not only will I benefit in ways that are hard to articulate, but
you will also transcend the ordinary and stand at the pinnacle of the world.”

“I’m not afraid of your retaliation, because in 101 days, you will only have
gratitude towards me.”

“Our goal is not the ordinary Ranking List, but the Weaving Festival that occurs
once every fifty years!”

Our goal is to ring the bell at Nasdaq… Ashe suddenly remembered how his boss had
bluntly offered him a vision when he submitted his resume. Fresh out of college, he
was almost stirred by the passion, but was eventually defeated by the advanced
flexible work system (no overtime pay) and the excellent learning platform
(multiple roles but only one salary).

But now they had all signed a tyrannical Contract that demanded and took without
question, why was the new boss still putting effort into sweet-talking? Even with a
high-handed approach, he still bothered with the foreplay, which was rather
meticulous.

“The ‘Gospel’s’ Ranking List, as well as the information it can exchange, are all
things of the past,” Annan explained. “If one wishes to exchange for information
about the future, not only is it costly, but it’s also highly likely to be
unobtainable—unless it pertains to security information about guests from the
Exotic Lands. The ‘Gospel’ has increased predictive resources for national defense
needs, lowering the cost of exchanging information about you, otherwise I wouldn’t
be able to welcome the three of you so appropriately.”

“The Ranking List unveiled during the Weaving Festival is different, because that
is the future that is still being woven.”

“The future.” Igor’s eyes flickered. “Could it be that…”

Annan said, “Take for instance, if the Weaving Festival introduces the ‘Quadruple
Wings Sorcerer Strength Ranking’, the ones who make it onto the list will likely
not be the legendary sorcerers known to us now, but new legends who will rise and
dominate the era over the next fifty years!”

“Some on the list might currently be obscure apprentice sorcerers, and some may
have just been born. But with the full effort of the Gospel weaving their Destiny,
their futures will become fixed history, and we will be able to hear echoes from
the future.”

“To differentiate them from the usual chosen ones on the Rankings, those who make
it onto the list during the Weaving Festival, we call them ‘Echoers’—the echoes
that the Gospel sends back after observing the future.”

“The Weaving Festival starts on May 10 and ends on August 10, every ten days a
future Ranking List is released, making a total of ten future Ranking Lists. Unlike
the usual points rewards of the ordinary lists, the future lists will offer
tailored rewards for those ranked, including but not limited to Experience Orbs,
rare spirits, precious Items, and even the miracle of a permanent Boon!”

Harvey had a sudden realization: “If we make it onto the list, you want us to give
our rewards to you?”

Annan gave a slight smile but did not immediately respond, continuing instead to
explain, “There is a hierarchy among the Ranking Lists, you understand, don’t you?”

Everyone nodded. A national ranking undoubtedly trumped a regional one, an

Organizational Ranking was greater than an Individual Ranking, a sorcerer’s ranking
was higher than that of a non-sorcerer, and a Quadruple Wings ranking was above a
One Wing ranking. In short, the harder it is to get on a list, the more prestigious
it is.

“Out of the ten Ranking Lists in the Weaving Festival, aside from the tenth which
is predetermined, the rest are completely random. The last Weaving Festival even
had a ‘Cat’s Cradle Ranking’,” Annan tapped the long table with her fingertips:
“Therefore, each Ranking List has ‘hidden points’ to differentiate the hierarchy
among the Echoers. And the Echoer with the highest hidden points will receive the
Boon of the Omniscient Weaver.”

“What kind of Boon?”

“A wish.” Purple Moth’s beautiful green eyes shimmered with a lively light, as she
raised a finger pointing upwards: “One omnipotent wish.”

“To bring back the dead, eternal life, surpass the Quadruple Wings, or even…
transmigration through time and space!”

Igor’s pupils dilated sharply, Harvey ceased gnawing on his finger, and Ashe
squinted slightly.

After a long silence, Lise suddenly propped her face with her hands, staring at the
Scarlet Gold Dragon Lizard on the table, and said, “How wonderful, Lise also has a
wish to make—I seem to remember having a sister, and I really want to see her.”

The mood lightened suddenly, and Igor, caressing his ring, asked, “Is this wish
your goal?”

Purple Moth nodded: “That’s right. I won’t ask for any of the rewards you get for
making the list, but that wish with the highest hidden points must be given to me.”

Ashe suddenly spoke up: “How can you be so sure that we’ll become Echoers who make
it onto the future list? Aside from being single and lazy, I’m not really confident
in other areas.”

“People from the Exotic Lands,” Igor said calmly. “Whether or not we become Echoers
has nothing to do with our current abilities, but it has everything to do with our
identity as People from the Exotic Lands.”

Ding.

Annan flicked her earring and smiled, “What do you think the Gospel bases its
predictions of the future on?”

“The past.”

“Family, environment, resources, genetic heritage… In reality, it’s not

complicated. A child born into a privileged family, with loving parents adept at
education, surrounded by knowledgeable and upper-class neighbors—anyone can see the
advantages of their future development.”

“Likewise, for someone of humble beginnings, orphaned early, timid and unassuming
in appearance—their future is equally obvious.”

“The Weaving Festival is about turning the vast tapestry of the past into threads,
weaving an absolutely certain, undisturbed, and inevitable future. If a person has
lived in the Gospel Kingdom from the moment of their birth, even if they have not
yet cried their first cry, the Gospel can weave their future with absolute
certainty.”

“But we are People from the Exotic Lands.” Harvey looked at his finger, which was
nearly bleeding, and gently licked the wound, calmly stating, “The Gospel can only
envelop this Kingdom. Even though the Virtual Realm Passage once briefly connected
to the Blood Moon, it could not possibly know our distant pasts.”
“With no sufficient past to rely on, the Gospel’s predictions about your futures
would almost entirely be based on everything happening ‘now.’ In other words…”

Annan’s fingertips produced a Two Wings spirit in the shape of a moth, “You can use
the ‘now’ to deceive the Gospel into weaving a more spectacular ‘future’ for you.”

“You are the most dangerous bugs in the web of the Gospel Kingdom.”

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Blasphemy against the Gospel, deception of the Divine Master!

Setting aside Igor and Harvey, the pan-Followers who grew up basking in the blood-
red moonlight, even Ashe, a species with no faith to speak of that invaded from the
outside, felt his temples quiver at the thought—this was akin to brewing trouble in
the Bewitcher’s own house, where getting caught meant certain death!

Though Ashe had never seen any Divine Master take action, he knew their influence
on reality was immense. The chips of the Blood Moon, the Gospels of the Gospel—they
were all extensions of the Divine Master’s power, merely entrusted to mortals to
manage.

To the Divine Master who had controlled the Blood Moon Kingdom for over 1600 years,
Ashe and his companions’ prison escapes and involvement with the Blood Moon
Tribunal were like insignificant insects fighting, not even worth a glance.

But the Weaving Festival that Annan spoke of was an event that even the Omniscient
Weaver paid personal attention to, and might even reward with a wish—an event held
in as high regard as a spring outing to a primary school student.

Under such circumstances, Annan was prepared to involve these insects in her
schemes, which was tantamount to a cockroach leaping at one’s face, with their
likely end being a rebirth in the Virtual Realm.

Annan had been ready to psychologically strengthen this group of new recruits.
However, after a brief moment of astonishment, instead of fear, the new recruits
showed eager expressions—and the most excited of them all was Igor, whom Annan had
high hopes for!

His ears were so red they were nearly transparent, as he grabbed Ashe’s shoulder,
his lips curving uncontrollably: “Ashe, being with you really does drag one into
dangerous Whirlpools.”

“How is that my fault!?”

They were not ignorant of the danger, yet it was the high risk and high reward that
stirred their anticipation… Annan raised an eyebrow: “Looks like you were quite the
dangerous talents in your original kingdoms too.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you desire, Miss Annan?” laughed Igor: “What you need are
us daredevils who act boldly and fear not death, right?”
“Don’t speak for me, you male Bewitcher!” Ashe protested: “And we’ve got three
people here; not all of us need to be involved, right? I volunteer to be the
Captain and supervise them.”

“First off, it’s not three, it’s four,” Annan said, reaching out to pat Lise on the
head. “Secondly, while you are People from the Exotic Lands and possess the prime
foundation for exploiting loopholes, whether you can truly deceive the Gospel
depends on whether my method is viable—the more participants, the higher my margin
of error.”

“Even though we talk about deceiving the Gospel, you still need to meet the basic
conditions for deception. For instance, if one of the future Rankings is the Beauty
Ranking, then among the four of you, only Lise and Bukin are likely candidates to
fool the Gospel…”

Lise immediately chimed in, “I think Sister Bukin is much prettier than me!”

“Ashe!” Igor flashed a sweet smile. “You really need to educate your child
properly.”

“Yes, Lise!” Ashe called out robustly, “You’re being very rude. Igor is of the same
generation as me; you should be calling Bukin ‘Auntie’!”

Lise pinched her face, as if she couldn’t control her own mouth, “Bukin, Auntie
Bukin—”

“What if there’s a Ranking List that we’re all unqualified for, but it has the
highest hidden score?” Harvey asked while biting his finger and looking at his
Gospel.

“And even if we can make it onto the list, does that guarantee first place? Being
People from the Exotic Lands might give us a high chance to become Echoers, but
what list we make and what rank we attain can’t be precisely manipulated by you,
right?”

“That’s correct,” Annan nodded. “But this ‘hidden score’ isn’t calculated
independently; it’s cumulative.”

“Cumulative?” Igor, who had been wrestling with Ashe, paused in surprise. “Are you
suggesting…”

“As long as each of you gets on multiple Ranking Lists, your hidden scores will
definitely be higher than those Echoers who can only make it onto a single list,”
Annan explained with a smile. “Generally, people specialize in their craft, and
being included on one future list already signifies you have a remarkable Talent in
a certain area. It’s rare to be on multiple lists.”

“But you are People from the Exotic Lands. If you can deceive one future list, why
not several? Like three, five, seven, or even… nine?”

Igor squinted his eyes: “Honestly, if it’s as blatant as this, instead of calling
it ‘deception,’ I’d rather call it ‘kidnapping.’”

“You want to use us to kidnap the Weaving Festival and force the Divine Master to
pay the ransom you want in order to maintain the credibility of the Gospel.”

“Mr. Bukin, you are as cunning a rogue as I am.” Annan drained his wine glass: “If
you were in my shoes, would you miss such a once-in-fifty-years opportunity?”
“Even if the opponent is the Divine Master who governs reality?”

“Even if the opponent is the Divine Master who governs reality.”

Igor took a deep breath, his face flushing with excitement: “Indeed, it’s an
irresistible temptation. Ashe, oh Ashe, it looks like I have to collaborate with
you once again.”

Ashe responded with resignation: “No, but Igor, since when did you like me so
much?”

“Ah?”

“Otherwise, why would you think of dragging me into this kind of risky deal first
thing? The roommate who was the closest to me back in the day, when he got into a
pyramid scheme, he thought of me first just like you…”

“But I still don’t understand.” Harvey asked: “Since we are so important, why would
you think of selling us to the Four Pillars Cult? Aren’t you afraid that the Four
Pillars Cult will destroy us, these important pieces?”

“Because she wants to completely subdue us.” Igor sneered: “Compared to the current
employment relationship, she would prefer us to be purely loyal to her. If it
weren’t for her and Red Cap’s acting being too clumsy, we might have actually
become wholly devoted to her out of gratitude.”

“There’s also this.” Annan fiddled with her new earring: “This is what the Four
Pillars Cult paid as compensation to purchase you—Magus Quartz. If you die, I won’t
lose out, at least I’ll get an earring; if you don’t die, then it’s a win-win for
me, I get the earring and I get to snatch you guys up.”

Igor looked at the amethyst earring, which was worth as much as the three of them:
“What’s so special about it?”

“Magus Quartz is produced in the depths of the Burnsteel Abyss in Boyesia, embedded
in the steel layer walls and is nearly impossible to extract. It can only be
collected by the ‘Bluebeard’ squadron responsible for Suppressing the Abyss under
special circumstances. It’s extremely rare, with an annual yield of less than three
pieces.”

“Mhm,” Igor nodded. “So it comes with a permanent Miracle? Something like eternal
dust repellence, moisture retention, complete sun protection?”

“I think it’s about enhancing spirit and Miracle effects,” Harvey speculated.

“It’s so rare, it must be quite valuable, right?” Ashe affirmed confidently. “Is it
meant to be exchanged for an even larger penthouse?”

Only Lise tilted her head, looking at Annan and exclaimed in awe, “Sister, you look
so pretty, and with that earring, you look even prettier! Dad, don’t you think so?”

“Ah?” Ashe took a closer look at Annan and couldn’t help but nod, “Indeed, it’s
very fetching, makes one can’t help but imagine what you’d look like blushing…”

Annan raised her eyebrows. “Mr. Bukin, please cover Ashe’s eyes. Ashe, allow Mr.
Bukin to cover your eyes.”
“Ashe, I’ve told you before your gaze is too dirty…”

“Loosen up, my nose is getting squashed! I can cover my own eyes, why let him do
it!”

“Shut up, the fact that I didn’t dig out your eyes and replace them with mechanical
ones is already a big act of mercy from Miss Annan.”

“Igor, you’ve turned traitor just like that!?”

Blinking, Harvey asked blankly, “So, the effect of this earring is, it looks good?”

“No,” Annan corrected, “It makes me look even better.”

Just to make you look better, you sold the three of us to the Four Pillars Cult!?

Igor wasn’t overly surprised. While suppressing Ashe, he asked, “Is it because of
the Ranking List?”

“Yes,” Purple Moth propped her chin and said, “With this earring, I’ve moved up to
third place on the ‘Azura Beauty Ranking’ and to eighth place on the General
Ranking of beauties. If you die, or if my plans don’t work out, then at least this
earring will slightly make up for my losses.”

“Is it guided by the Gospel?” Igor inquired, “Can it even tell you how to advance
further?”

“Of course, it can’t be that direct, but if you ask ‘how to deepen the Mind Faction
Realm’ or ‘how to become more beautiful,’ the Gospel will give you the most fitting
advice based on the resources you can currently access,” Annan explained. “The
Gospel is the best guide.”

“I’ve been feeling this the whole time, doesn’t the Gospel sound like the reward
from Destiny’s Inquiry in the Virtual Realm?” Ashe suddenly said.

“That’s right, but now you can enjoy similar services just by spending some Points,
services that are rare finds in the Virtual Realm. Aren’t you starting to envy the
residents of our Gospel Kingdom?”

Ashe remarked, “It’s like that first love you could never catch up to, now mass-
produced by an evil Sorcerer into clone dolls, and you only need to spend a little
money to rent a girlfriend and relive the old dreams.”

“…Bukin, please…”

“I’ve already covered his mouth,” Igor said. “Ashe, behave yourself, or Miss Annan
will stuff a sock in your mouth next.”

“Wha~a~t’s thi~i~s?”

Annan watched their interaction with interest, deepening her understanding of them.
She didn’t ask Ashe to shut up directly but had Igor do it, eager to gather more
intelligence through their exchanges.

Igor, with his handsome appearance, was the most composed and carried himself with
elegance, clearly a successful figure in his original Kingdom, but his excessive
caution sometimes led to indecisiveness; Harvey was constantly biting his finger,
and based on the eavesdropped content from the dressing room, he harbored a heavy
desire for revenge, a cold flame lurking beneath his eccentric exterior.

The only one Annan couldn’t see through was Ashe. He seemed lazy, slow, easygoing,
with a weak rebellious spirit, clearly someone who could easily be manipulated,
theoretically the weakest link in this trio.

But Annan remembered clearly—at the time of signing the contract, although it was
Igor who led the negotiations and Harvey who supervised, when it came to the actual
signing, they all instinctively waited for Ashe to sign first.

The most likely reason was that they saw Ashe as expendable, waiting to see if
anything happened to him after signing before they would commit.

Perhaps there was another possibility—when facing an unpredictable future, they all
subconsciously chose to rely on Ashe Heath.

‘More observation is needed.’

“But don’t think I haven’t paid a price,” Annan said. “You can open Azura’s Quest
Ranking and see for yourself; the name of the Funeral Firm is no longer there. Not
only did we not keep the commission secret after completion, but we also reported
to the Red Cap and led people to eradicate the Four Pillars Cult. Even if I stand
on moral high ground, this kind of ‘winning twice’ behavior will greatly reduce the
firm’s rating. Banjeet and my social credit has plummeted, and no one will
commission us, betrayers, again.”

“For you, I have gambled the name of Dolan.”

She stood up. “It’s getting late, and I should head to the Virtual Realm. Breakfast
is at eight in the morning; I hope you all keep a good routine. Mr. Bukin, you can
stop now.”

“When we open our eyes tomorrow, our firm’s only goal is to deceive the Omniscient
Weaver.”

With that, the Purple Moth left briskly, and the Scarlet Gold Dragon Lizard leaped
onto her shoulder.

The Butler, young Banjeet, bowed slightly, handing out four access cards, “These
are your room cards, each room has an en-suite bathroom, and there are snacks in
the cabinets. If you need anything else, you can find me in room 3. I wish you all
a pleasant night.”

After Banjeet left, the Trespasser trio exchanged glances. Harvey was the first to
take an access card and stand up: “I’m going to explore the Virtual Realm. I’ve
barely accumulated any Gold arcane energy since I stepped onto the Time Continent.”

“Same here,” said Igor. “I haven’t been to the Virtual Realm since my escape from
prison; I’ve almost forgotten what the reverse Golden Rain looks like.”

The Swordswoman’s Soul had not yet recovered, so Ashe, who had hitched a ride,
naturally couldn’t explore the Virtual Realm.

However, after two consecutive days of high-intensity events—being trafficked,

sacrificed, signed into servitude, and joining a high-risk fraud group—he was also
extremely tired, yawning before entering his room.
He pushed open the door and entered, not even pressing the light switch when he
heard the door automatically close and lock behind him.

Is it that smart?

Ashe turned around and noticed a little devil had silently followed him in.

“Daddy.” Lise stood by the door, blinking at Ashe. “Lise has come to have a life
consultation with you.”

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Ashe had also thought about what his future children might be like.

Don’t get it wrong; he wasn’t the type who fantasized about children’s names upon
seeing a girl he liked. In fact, Ashe considered his imagination rather barren.
When he saw a girl he liked, his fantasies about couples usually stopped at
classrooms, bedrooms, living rooms, beaches, and couple’s hotels… But such
daydreams had become scarce after starting work, where ‘preparing for the next
meeting’ served as the best antidote to lust.

As the saying goes, working overtime won’t help you find a lover, but it can make
everyone lose theirs.

The first time Ashe imagined having a child was when he was eight. He had been
thrashed with a rattan by his father for sneaking in some computer games and
secretly vowed to raise a child who could play games with him.

As he grew older, his expectations for his children grew: they should enjoy outdoor
sports, know how to date, solve the hardest math problem on the college entrance
exam, be good-looking and smart, cook well, be fluent in a second language, and be
able to write novels or draw comics…

It wasn’t until Ashe started working and experienced the harshness of society and
the struggles of life that he not only understood his parents’ strictness but also
felt apologetic towards his future child—sorry, my child, I can’t find your
mothers.

However, the child he had hoped for was definitely not supposed to be like this.

“If you, dad, got the highest score but had to give your wish to sister Annan in
the end, do you really think that’s okay?”

Lise sat cross-legged on the bed, her face full of righteous indignation, lowering
her voice, “I feel it’s so unfair to you, dad!”

“…Don’t worry, your dad is an absolute good-for-nothing. It’s definitely your Aunt
Bukin or Uncle Harvey who would get the highest score.”
“But it’s still not fair!” Lise swayed, her freshly tied pigtails swinging back and
forth: “Think about it, dad, you, Aunt Bukin, and Uncle Harvey are comrades who
have shared life and death. You should face difficulties together and share
blessings. For a reward like the Divine Master’s wish, it should be shared among
the three of you, not given to a witch like Annan who profits from others’
misfortune and enslaves you!”

“You were just calling her ‘sister Annan’ a moment ago.”

“That’s not important, Daddy. What’s important is what you think!” Lise exclaimed,
her eyes wide with fervor. “Don’t you want the Divine Master’s wish? The Omniscient
Weaver can fulfill all your desires; resurrection, transmigration, immortality, or
even deification—”

“Can I wish that all women must wear ultra-short skirts with either black or white
stockings?”

“Ugh.”

“Huh?” Ashe saw Lise stick out her tongue, looking like she was about to vomit.
“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Lise probably just isn’t used to riding in a car, so she’s a bit
nauseous.”

“But you’ve been Resting for over an hour…”

“Anyway, Dad, you also want to obtain the wish, right?” Lise forcefully steered the
conversation back on track. “You wouldn’t be content just giving away your wish to
a wicked witch who deliberately harms you all, would you?”

“If I have to say whether I want it or not, of course, I do,” Ashe said, propping
his chin in his hand. “But I don’t think I possess the qualifications or the
capacity to obtain this wish.”

“What qualifications do you need to make a wish?”

“Think about it. If you finally get the chance to make a wish to a god, would you
really just look out for yourself and make some selfish wishes? The best approach
should be to make a perfect wish that benefits all beings while also bringing
benefits to yourself, right? Like asking the Divine Master to bestow new technology
that greatly boosts productivity, or to increase the lifespan of all the citizens
of the Kingdom—”

“What’s so bad about being selfish!?”

Ashe stared blankly at Lise as she roared at him. The white-haired little girl no
longer had the feigned innocence and sweetness on her face; instead, there was a
deep, resentful anger toward the world. However, she quickly backed down, her
expression returning to the usual cuteness as if the previous moment was just
Ashe’s imagination.

She said timidly, looking down, “What Lise means is that you’re not from this
Kingdom, and you don’t really have a sense of belonging here. When making a wish,
you don’t really have to consider so much. Isn’t it okay to follow your heart’s
desires?”
“…Let’s have an honest talk, Lise.”

Ashe spoke calmly, “You can call me Daddy if you want to. It’s just a title, after
all. If we can maintain this façade of a father-daughter relationship, it might put
Annan at ease. Consider it a code name among colleagues.”

“But I am a bit puzzled. Annan said you lost your memory, and she’s not likely to
be wrong, but the scheming and ambition you’re displaying are not traits of a child
with amnesia. Or are you from a Legend Race, where even memory loss can’t affect
your embodiment of desire, with every pore oozing corrupt blood?”

“Is there such a Race?”

“Yes, the Capital Race,” Ashe said with folded arms. “You haven’t lost your memory
at all. How did you deceive Annan?”

“No, Daddy, you’re mistaken,” Lise cocked her head. “I really did lose my memory.
The farthest back I can remember is being caught by those Black Robe villains. I
can’t remember anything beyond that.”

“Then you—”

“But I know what I must do.”

Lise looked up at Ashe, “Like that old witch Annan, I want to use the identity of
People from the Exotic Lands to become an Echoer. But unlike her, who can only use
you and others, I want to become an Echoer myself.”

“I have a wish that must be fulfilled,” she said earnestly. “I absolutely cannot
let anyone else have it!”

Ashe blinked, “Setting aside whether we can resist Annan or not, even if we could,
how do you plan to snatch the wish away from us?”

“That’s enough,” Lise held up her open hand with five spread fingers. “Daddy, me,
Auntie Bukin, Uncle Harvey, and the witch Annan, there are five competitors.”

“If you, Daddy, can unite the others to firmly exclude the witch Annan, then the
competitors will be reduced to four. If it’s you, Daddy, who becomes the Echoer
with the highest hidden score, then in the end, it will be just me and you left! If
I handle Daddy, then the wish is mine!”

Lise folded all her other fingers, leaving only the middle finger extended towards
Ashe.

“Do you really have that much confidence that you can defeat me?”

“It’s not about confidence, but of course, it’s simpler to deal with just you,
Daddy, than five people,” Lise said assertively. “And don’t forget, Daddy, you and
I have two contracts!”

“So what? They’re mutual anyway.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. The contract you have with me only lasts for 101 days,
while the one I have with you is indefinite. If neither of us gets the wish by the
end, you’ll have to become my servant for life!”
“Hey now, how did I get demoted from Daddy to servant?” Ashe felt the girl was
getting more and more audacious: “Besides, that contract is just a Two Wings
Sorcerer’s contract, there’s always a way to break it, you can’t scare me.”

“There is indeed a way to break it.” Lise nodded. “But I have ways to ensure you
can’t. If you go out, I’ll make you buy me doughnuts, if you enter the Virtual
Realm, I’ll make you tell me fairy tales, if you want to read, I’ll make you give
me a piggyback ride. Let’s see what you can do! Not only will you be my servant,
but I’ll also make sure you never get married!”

“Lise, you’re so malicious!”

“Hmph, if you don’t want to end up old, fall in the Restroom and break your back,
unable to move and then die of hunger in utter misery, then do your best to grab
the wish… What are you doing! I’m going to yell! The contract stipulates you can’t
hurt me! Stop right now!”

“I don’t have to stop if you command me to! Don’t forget our contract is mutual at
this time, you can’t restrict me!” Ashe tucked Lise under his arm and furiously
rubbed her white dog-like head: “I indeed can’t hurt you, but I can make you dirty…
Ha! Done!”

Lise struggled to break free from this evil man, turned to look in the mirror, and
found her pretty twin-tails had turned into a messy bird’s nest, completely ruining
her cute appearance.

She burst into tears, covering her ears and retreating while furiously yelling at
Ashe, “You can’t reveal our conversation to anyone, you can’t refute this command,
you can’t refute refuting this command, don’t… Ugh, it’s so annoying, just don’t
leak it, or you’ll be in trouble too! Ashe, you wait, for these 101 days, we’ll
just play father and daughter on the surface, but after the 101 days, I’ll show you
what cruelty is!”

Boom!

Lise rushed too hastily and spun around, slamming her head into the alloy blast
door. She wobbled around for a few circles, yelping incoherently before she
collapsed on the floor.

Ashe was stunned by her series of actions, thinking to himself that this girl’s
silliness was half as effective as his own in his younger years.

He went over and gently patted her face, “Hey, wake up. The floor is cold, and it’s
easy to catch a cold. Plus, you should brush your teeth before sleeping, or you’ll
get cavities.”

“She just fainted, it’s nothing serious.”

Ashe turned around and saw a girl lying on her side on his bed, dressed in a black
and white checkered skirt. She had shiny black hair, and her legs were mismatched
with one white stocking and one black, smiling warmly at him.

But…

“Shouldn’t it be a miniskirt and black and white dyed hair?”

Ashe was disappointed: “Why don’t you look like your portrait either!”
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“I’m quite disappointed too!”

The girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her face full of dissatisfaction: “You’re not
as cold, cruel, and evil as I imagined.”

“So my portrait gives off that kind of impression?” Ashe scratched his head in
shock: “Well… nice to meet you for the first time, I’m Ashe, the apocalypse
observer.”

“I’m the Black-and-White Witch.” She swayed on the bed: “Just call me Witch.”

“Good evening, Witch, have you had dinner?”

“Stop, let’s end the unnecessary pleasantries here.” She held up three fingers:
“I’ve come to establish three principles with you first.”

“Oh?”

“First, unless I speak of it first, you are not to inquire about my life.”

“Second, unless I ask first, you shall not reveal details about your life.”

“Third,” the Witch raised her third finger, “I want the same treatment as the
Swordswoman.”

Ashe thought for a moment, then asked: “Is this about the Hidden Treasure?”

The Witch responded noncommittally: “You could say that.”

The Black-and-White Witch’s Silver Blessing Hidden Treasure allowed her to gain
strength by concealing her information, so her insistence on privacy was only
natural. But why did she also demand that Ashe not disclose his own information?

Nevertheless, Ashe couldn’t reveal much anyway—Annan had just ordered them not to
leak any information to non-firm personnel, and even if Ashe wanted to vent about
his new boss in the virtual realm chats, the Contract would silence him.

As for the treatment of the Swordswoman, Ashe reflected carefully: endless

Training, the vanguard shield in the Exploration in Virtual Realm, the test subject
for various incident cards…

“No problem!” Ashe clapped his hands: “I’ll do my best to fulfill your wishes!”

“Now that we’ve established the principles for our interaction, if there’s nothing
else, I’ll be—”

“Hold on, do you know the Swordswoman?” Ashe called out to her: “Haven’t seen her
for days, is she… um… is she too busy on her side, not even able to spare a moment
to see me?”
The Witch looked at him with interest: “Are you asking about that slightly scheming
but adorable Swordswoman, who says one thing and means another, yet has a kind
heart, and often admires herself in the mirror?”

“…Probably?”

“Sorry, I don’t know a Swordswoman like that.” The Black-and-White Witch spread her
hands. “I just know that apart from you, there’s a teammate called Swordswoman.”

“How do you know so much about her then?”

“From the Portrait.”

Ashe was puzzled, a storm of question marks over his head. Could a Portrait really
reveal that much information?

Damn it, if only he hadn’t lost his high-definition Holographic Screen, he would
definitely use a magnifying glass to study every single detail of the Black-and-
White Witch and Swordswoman’s Portraits worth scrutinizing day and night.

“I’m actually curious why you think the Swordswoman would come to see you.”

The Witch propped her chin, smiling: “If it weren’t for establishing rules with you
before the official Exploration in Virtual Realm, I wouldn’t bother to see you at
all. After all, the only thing we share is the Exploration in Virtual Realm. Beyond
that, we are strangers who will never meet again. Not interfering with each other
is the most logical relationship.”

“What’s your relationship with the Swordswoman, and why would she care about you?”

Ashe replied without hesitation: “Because we’re not strangers, but companions with
a Bond. I know she would definitely care about me, just as I care about her in my
heart.”

The Black-and-White Witch quietly watched Ashe, silent for a moment.

For some reason, Ashe felt her attitude seemed to have softened slightly. Although
the Witch appeared very natural and lively from the start, she had always sat on
the bed, maintaining a significant distance from him, polite but aloof.

Now, although she was still sitting on the bed, she leaned forward slightly, as if
curious about Ashe, and her demeanor became gentler.

“It’s not up to us to decide whether we can appear before you like this, but it’s
determined by the Bond between us,” the Witch suddenly explained. “The deeper the
Bond, the harder it is for us to appear before you. If the Swordswoman really cares
about you, then you might find it very difficult to see her longing for you.”

“So it’s not the Swordswoman’s fault for not coming to see you. She’s also waiting
for you to appear before her, maybe in the Virtual Realm or perhaps somewhere
else…”

The Witch paused: “In short, if you hope to see the Swordswoman often, you might as
well wish that you and the Swordswoman could stay together in the Virtual Realm
forever.”
“That’s a strange rule,” Ashe frowned. “Shouldn’t it be that the deeper the Bond,
the easier it is to meet?”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and after all, in this state, we’re not
physical beings, but manifestations of longing,” the Witch shrugged. “Longing is
something you don’t cherish when it’s there, but you desperately yearn for when
it’s absent.”

“But to miss the Swordswoman so much after just a few days…”

The Witch’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

” o(*≧▽≦)ツ Could it be that you like her?”

“I do like her.”

Hearing such a decisive and straightforward declaration of love, the Witch’s eyes
went wide. She lightly patted her face and asked, “Can you say that again?”

“I like the Swordswoman,” Ashe stated matter-of-factly. “She’s so strong, so

adorable, so beautiful, of course I like her.”

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

The Witch almost wished she could broadcast this news to everyone right away, but
then she noticed Ashe was openly looking at her black-and-white stockings.

She hesitated for a moment, stretched out her legs, and pulled her skirt above her
knees. “So, do you like me?”

“If you wore a super short skirt like the one in the Portrait, and if you were
strong enough during Exploration in Virtual Realm, with a good growth rate in
everyday situations, I probably would like you too,” Ashe earnestly assessed the
allure of the black-and-white stockings.

“…That’s a pretty cheap form of affection.”

Ashe was puzzled. “How expensive does your love need to be? Should I write your
name as the beneficiary on my insurance?”

Right, the Witch thought, after all, in Ashe’s eyes, they were not completely real.
Just like no one falls in love with a piece of paper, Ashe’s feelings for them were
naturally limited to ‘cheap affection.’

“But I think it would be hard for you to surpass the Swordswoman in my heart unless
your strength is really high.”

“Oh?” The Witch raised her eyebrows. “Why? Do you think the Swordswoman is more
beautiful than me?”

“It’s not just about the Portrait,” Ashe explained. “The main reason is that the
Swordswoman was the first companion I could trust when I came to this world, the
first comrade-in-arms to fight alongside me. We’ve explored the Sea of Knowledge
together, entered the Whirlpool together, looked at the Sorcerer Handbook together,
and participated in Destiny’s Inquiry together… My life in this world all started
with the Swordswoman.”

“To me, she’s like the sun rising over a graveyard.”

“Just this shared experience of adversity makes me feel that no one can shake her
position in my heart.”

He added, “Unless your strength is really high.”

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“Who would fancy your affection!”

The witch laughed with a snort, “Really, do you think you’re choosing a concubine?
Picky as you are, it’s utterly shameless!”

“You’re the one who started this topic…” Ashe muttered, looking down at Lise, who
still hadn’t come to: “You heard her conversation with me just now, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” The witch nodded, then crossed her legs and sat on the bed: “A pitiable
yet terrifying child.”

“Pitiable and terrifying?”

“You’ve realized it too, haven’t you?” the witch said calmly: “Her schemes are
real, her amnesia is real, but so is her innocence. She deliberately portrays
herself as cunning yet obvious to adults, probably as a means of self-preservation,
right? Compared to a child with keen intuition or one who isn’t clever enough,
someone like her, who can be easily used by others due to her little smarts, is
more likely to be favored by adults.”

Ashe recalled Lise’s behavior in the underground hall, where Igor and Harvey had
seen through the little girl’s cunning. Could Annan have missed it?

It was precisely because he saw through it that Annan decided to keep Lise.

Had she been a child who only cried or was too clever, Annan might have handed her
over to Red Cap, because what Purple Moth needed was an ‘insect’ that could
immediately participate in her grand scheme yet was easy to manipulate.

Lise vaguely sensed this, which is why she displayed such a personality,
deliberately catering to Annan’s needs.

This child, she might be quite adept at playing her role.

But… why did she, at such a young age, know to wear different masks for different
occasions, just like Ashe, who seemed to have been battered by society for years?
“Memory modification?” Ashe said softly: “Did someone warp her memory to turn her
into a bug designed to exploit loopholes in the Weaving Festival?”

“To deceive the Divine Master, mere memory modification probably isn’t enough.” The
witch narrowed her eyes: “What? Do you sympathize with her? Want to follow her
instigation, collude with your comrades, rebel against your boss, and then hand
over the results to this little girl?”

Ashe suddenly looked at the witch: “You’re just like her.”

The Witch’s heart skipped a beat as she rapidly sifted through her mind for any
slip she might have made, though her face showed no sign of it: “Just as adorable,
am I?”

“You think the same as she does, that if I’m willing, if I desire to do so, I can
tear up the Contract, obtain the highest hidden score, and claim the final
victory,” Ashe said with a smile. “It’s curious how both of you, having just met me
today, have such confidence in me. Do I really come across as that ‘if I’m willing
to do it, I can definitely achieve it’ sort of shining figure?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” the Witch snorted. “She trusts you simply because she has
no one else to use but you.”

“I actually don’t dislike people with goals,” Ashe shrugged. “A journey is only a
journey if you have a destination. What I’m doing could only be called wandering.”

“I’m not one to look too far ahead. The future I can see on my tiptoes is what I’ll
have for lunch tomorrow. As for something as complicated as deciding on rupture,
conspiracy, or betrayal 101 days from now—how could I, 101 days ago, make such a
decision? How do you decide where you’ll have lunch 101 days from now?”

“Moreover, I’ve just arrived in this new Kingdom. I’m unfamiliar with its cities,
culture, history, institutions, and I don’t really understand the true power of the
Gospel, let alone the might of the Omniscient Weaver… Even though I’ve been forced
to join an evil organization that’s passionate, ambitious, and seemingly promising,
I’m actually finding it hard to be enthused.”

“Only after seeing enough scenery will I know whether I prefer dusk or dawn.”

“That sounds like quite a spiel,” the Witch swayed. “Is there a simpler way to put
it?”

“Go with the flow and play it by ear,” winked Ashe. “Maybe by then, I’ll have a new
perspective.”

“As for her…” Ashe glanced at Lise, who was still unconscious on the ground. “Even
though I don’t know why she insists on relying on me, if it doesn’t harm my
interests… or only does a little… after all, she is technically the only team
member in my work group right now, so I might as well take care of her.”

In truth, Ashe had a soft heart.

After all, he wasn’t a purely rational creature. Seeing Lise chasing after him,
calling him ‘Daddy’, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his nephew back home.

Although my nephew isn’t as cute as Lise, he’s definitely more of a handful and
mischievous! Thinking of this, Ashe found himself regretting not having spanked his
nephew more when he had the chance; now it was too late.

Since Lise was now bound to him, he figured he might as well see what her plan was
before making his own. But for Ashe to be resolute and decisive in dealing with a
Human child who could knock herself out by running into a door—that wasn’t
something he was capable of at this stage.

The Witch scoffed, “You make it sound so noble, but aren’t you just pushing the
decision off onto your future self?”

“It’s not like that,” Ashe responded, lifting Lise up. “I am me, and the future
Ashe is the future Ashe. I never make promises lightly to myself, nor do I
arbitrarily impose constraints on the future Ashe. All premature decisions either
turn into mistakes or meaningless obsessions. Only choices made after careful
consideration truly quicken the heart.”

“I wouldn’t want to deprive myself of the pleasure of thinking it over for the next
101 days.”

Ah, that’s the spirit, that’s the feeling.

It’s not madness, not indifference, but a deeper sense of superiority, as if

viewing the whole world as a poorly staged drama, waiting arrogantly for Destiny to
entertain.

It was precisely because of this that she—favored the Observer.

The Witch squinted her eyes, looking towards the white-haired little girl in Ashe’s
arms: “Ah, am I interrupting your colorful nightlife? I’ll be on my way then—”

Ashe quickly stopped her insinuations: “No, no, no, I’m just taking her back to her
room so she doesn’t drool all over the floor. You’re welcome to follow and make
sure nothing I do would be inappropriate for a children’s channel.”

“Not interested, I’m really leaving,” the Witch said, her enthusiasm waning.
“Remember the three principles of communication; from now on, we’ll meet in the
Virtual Realm.”

Ashe didn’t insist and left the room with Lise in his arms.

The Witch, however, didn’t leave immediately. She sat cross-legged on the bed, lost
in thought.

Until a voice came from behind, tinged with anger:

“Witch, you’ve overstepped your bounds.”

The Witch didn’t deny it and countered with a question: “But aren’t you curious
about what the Observer thinks of the current Swordswoman? It has nothing to do
with me, but when I hear that she holds a unique position in his heart, I can’t
help but feel a bit irritated — especially since I’m so much more beautiful than
you!”

Snap!

The Witch was suddenly pushed down onto the bed, with the Swordswoman sitting on
top of her, pinning her waist down so she couldn’t get up, and her hands were
clasped around the Witch’s wrists, rendering her immobile. Faced with the
Swordswoman’s fierce gaze that seemed ready to devour her, the Witch backed down a
bit: “What are you doing? If you keep this up, I’ll scream for help.”

The Swordswoman wasn’t playing along and spoke deliberately: “First, he’s not the
Observer; he’s Ashe Heath, and she’s not the Swordswoman; she’s Sonya Therave.
Second, you really crossed the line.”

“Observing and even pushing their emotional changes is a taboo of sentiment. If I

tell everyone about this, you can forget about having the right to observe ever
again.”

“Whimper…” The Witch whimpered pitifully: “I didn’t really say anything though…”

“Why did you bring up the Swordswoman in front of him?” the Swordswoman demanded.
“You’re causing their information to not match up!”

“But I really don’t know that slightly scheming yet adorable Swordswoman who says
one thing and means another, yet has a kind heart and often admires herself in the
mirror,” the Witch said with a twinkle in her eye. “I’m actually not too fond of
lying.”

The Swordswoman replied coldly: “Out of all the lies you’ve told, that must be the
poorest one.”

Suddenly, the Witch changed tack: “But why so tense? If it were the Observer
catching me, I’d accept it, as he’s the overall in charge. But you joined this plan
unwillingly, didn’t you? Why do you care so much about the romantic life between
Ashe and Sonya?”

“That’s not very like you, Swordswoman,” the Witch said with a mischievous sparkle
in her eye. “Could it be that you…”

“You’re doing the same by speaking well of Lise,” the Swordswoman said calmly.
“Isn’t it natural to care about one’s past self?”

After a moment of eye contact, the Witch looked away: “Hmph, have it your way.”

“But Swordswoman, aren’t you being a bit… too arrogant?”

The Witch wrapped her legs around the Swordswoman’s, and with a swift motion, she
broke free from the Swordswoman’s hold. In a fluid reversal of positions, she
pinned the Swordswoman beneath her, grabbing her hands together and securing her
wrists, while pressing down on her legs to immobilize her. Their black and red
tresses mingled together.

“Swordswoman, you actually thought,” the Witch’s voice seemed to transform into an
eighteen-part symphony, whispering in the Swordswoman’s ear: “that you have the
ability to engage in close combat with us!?”

Swordswoman: “Let go.”

The Witch’s voice grew increasingly frenzied and hysterical: “You pressed us for so
long, now we’ll press you for just as long!”

The expression on the Swordswoman’s face was impassive, but the longsword at her
waist was slowly adjusting its angle, searching for the Witch’s weak spot. The
Witch seemed to sense the Swordswoman’s movements, but she didn’t stop her. A
dangerous curve traced the corner of her mouth, as if she was looking forward to a
bloody fight with the Swordswoman—

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside, it seemed Ashe had walked into Lise’s room and
been seen by others, plunging into an awkward social situation with no easy
explanation.

The Witch listened for a moment, the madness on her face receding like the tide,
then she said with a sudden smile: “To be honest, when you described… when you
described Ashe’s personality traits, like everyone else, I didn’t believe it.”

“It’s like imagining a blushing Sonya, imagining an Ashe with conscience, humanity,
solitude, and fear. It’s truly too much of a stretch for our imaginations. That he
could even feel compassion for little Lise seemed utterly absurd…”

The Swordswoman said coldly: “But now you see.”

“Yes, I see,” the Witch said softly: “Aside from the wickedness suppressed deep
within his heart, he does indeed present as a cheerful and sunny good person on the
surface. Even without the Enchanting Maiden, he still has companions who follow
him.”

“An Ashe Heath bathed in sunlight, that really makes me… so fond of him…”

“…that I can hardly wait to destroy him.”

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Novel Sorcerer’s Handbook Chapter 199: I Told You Not to Ask
Sorcerer’s Handbook
C199: I Told You Not to Ask

“Do not ask any questions about Ashe Heath.”

Brushing his teeth, Igor stared at the Revelation reflected in the mirror, lost in
thought.

He had few doubts about the Revelation; it was just annoying—why was it always him?

Since encountering Ashe, nine out of the ten Revelations Igor had received were
about that guy. The last one advised Igor to stay with Emma forever and have nine
children—now that he thought about it, being with Emma meant avoiding the Destiny
of meeting Ashe, didn’t it?

From now on, when in doubt, just blame Ashe…

Wait a minute, thinking it over, how could he, a Human of the Bewitcher Bloodline,
have nine children with someone from the Moonshadow?

Although Emma was indeed cute beyond her quirky nerves, with a perky posterior,
soft bosom, slender waist, and very touchable big tail and wolf ears, the Blood
Saints of the Moonshadow simply lacked reproductive cells. From the start, they
couldn’t participate in procreation, which meant Emma couldn’t have children no
matter what…

Wait, so the Revelation meant for me to have children?

With the Bio-modification technology of the Blood Moon Kingdom, it wasn’t
impossible… No, that’s not right, I almost got sidetracked—why have children? I’m
not lacking any fertility rewards…

Having finished his grooming routine, Igor opened the curtains, nearly blinded by
the sunlight that greeted him.

It was hard to imagine that in such a grand two-tiered city, the sunlight was not
blocked out—just the night before, Igor noticed the city’s architecture bloomed
like petals, buildings near the central lake were lower, and those toward the edges
of the city towered high.

Nothing seemed unusual at night, but come daylight, the sun’s rays entered the
central lake and, with the help of various reflective devices, diffused like a
blossoming flower into every corner of the city. Viewed from above, the entire city
sparkled brightly, with high-speed vehicles weaving through the streets and well-
dressed people walking under the sun, as if strolling through the clouds.

Even though on his first day here, he was trafficked to the Four Pillars Cult,
seeing this scene, it was difficult for anyone to harbor ill feelings towards this
nation—compared to the Gospel Kingdom, the Blood Moon Kingdom was just too gloomy.

However, Igor didn’t think the Gospel was better than the Blood Moon Kingdom just
because of that. If you only focused on the Upper District and the government
quarters of Kaimon City, you’d think it was a world where people were polite,
graceful, and the air was filled with milk and honey.

And as Ashe said—if it really was as wonderful as heaven here, why would members of
the Four Pillars Cult, fed and full, gather in the underground hall to play their
live-action pranks?

The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows. Abundant resources don’t solve all
problems. Nobody in the Blood Moon Kingdom starves, but once people can survive,
they naturally seek more—to have more, to own more, whether it’s a sense of
superiority, security, or pleasure.

This is true for all races. Even the lowliest Goblins dream of ruling the world,
and the most conservative Elves crave to see things burn.

That’s why the Mind Faction is the most powerful of the Magical Factions in this
era.

Igor entered the living room and found Harvey and Lise already having breakfast,
with Banjeet attending to them. The breakfast was bread with jam, vegetable salad,
milk coffee, and custard-filled Lala Fatty. Apart from eating such a high-calorie
food like Lala Fatty first thing in the morning, it was not much different from
what he was used to in the Blood Moon Kingdom.

“Where’s Miss Annan?”

“She’s out socializing.” Banjeet said with a slight smile, the young butler’s poise
causing a stir within Igor: “Please let me know if there’s anything you need.”

Igor composed himself and glanced at the far end of the corridor: “What about
Ashe?”
“He hasn’t gotten up yet.” Harvey piled a considerable amount of pungent chili
powder on his bread and took a bite: “Why don’t you go wake him up?”

“Why should I?” Igor looked at the little girl with a ponytail: “Lise, go wake up
that guy who’s going to be your servant in 101 days.”

“He’s not a servant.” Lise corrected earnestly: “He’s Lise’s daddy!”

“I see, you come from a place where servants are called ‘daddy’, right?” Igor waved
his hand dismissively: “You go… wait a second, come to think of it, this isn’t
Shattered Lake anymore…”

Since this wasn’t Shattered Lake Prison, some of the ‘little tricks’ Igor had
picked up for everyday interactions might actually come in handy.

Quickly, Igor filled a bucket with water and hid beside Lise, signaling her to
knock on the door and call out.

“Daddy, time for breakfast!”

“Daddy, the sun is shining so brightly today, come out and play with Lise!”

“Daddy, Aunt Bukin is sniffing Lala Fatty with her nose!”

“Really?” Ashe swung the door open suddenly.

Right now!

Igor doused him with the Trickster’s Water, a liquid blessed with his Mind Miracle,
which could be activated whether consumed or applied externally, though it worked
best when used to wash one’s face.

The target hit with the liquid would instantly feel a surge of anger. However, when
the victim first laid eyes on a beautiful person, that anger would transform into
an equal amount of affection directed at the beauty; but if the first person they
saw was ugly, the anger would morph into a strong killing intent.

Hence, this miracle was also known as “First Impressions,” one of the few Mind
Miracles in Igor’s arsenal. Combined with his natural good looks, the miracle could
instantly max out someone’s affection, allowing him to hold sway over the target.

Usually, Igor would cast the spell on someone’s drink, but with Ashe, there was no
need for such courtesy—dousing him directly was best!

Slap!

Clang!

The bucket was sent flying high, hitting the ceiling and falling back down.

Ashe, maintaining his retaliation stance, looked at Igor and Lise, who were now
soaked, and asked in confusion, “What are you doing?”

Ashe hadn’t even realized what had happened, but his Primal Instincts had
automatically counterattacked the moment Igor attacked from out of his line of
sight.
Both glanced at Ashe unconsciously, and then Lise looked up at Igor with a
disdainful expression that seemed to say ‘how can you be worse than my dad,’ before
stomping on Ashe’s foot and woefully heading back to her room to change clothes.

Igor quickly used a spirit to calm his mind, checking to see if his affection for
Ashe had changed. Hmm, seeing him looking like a loser makes me want to step on him
too, which means the ‘significant decrease in affection’ option was triggered, so
no change there.

Consequently, Igor also stepped on Ashe’s foot, huffed coldly, and returned to his
room to change clothes.

In that moment, Igor suddenly recalled the Revelation just received—the very reason
he had asked about Ashe was what sparked the idea to use Trickster’s Water, which
led to Ashe countering and ultimately Igor’s own disheveled state.

Damn, it was all Ashe’s fault!

Ashe, still utterly bewildered, thought to himself—Did you two skip breakfast or
something? Those stomps were so feeble, Freya hits much harder when she ambushes me
at night.

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Novel Sorcerer’s Handbook Chapter 200: Ashes Weakness
Sorcerer’s Handbook
C200: Ashes Weakness

As everyone gathered around the dining table, the young Banjeet cleared his throat
and said, “Now that we’re all here, does anyone have questions for me? Perhaps
about the Gospel?”

“Yes!” Harvey raised his hand and asked, “Does checking the Ranking List require
Points?”

Even for those first encountering the Gospel, the lists within immediately caught
their attention. Sorcerers by nature pursue fame, honor, and power. Who wouldn’t
want to know which sorcerer ranks first in the nation, which faction has the most
learners, or which miracle is the strongest?

Ranking Lists like the Necromancy Miracle Rankings and Mind Miracle Rankings were
precisely in Harvey and Igor’s fields of interest. How could they not be tempted?

Even if they couldn’t learn from them, it was tantalizing to just take a look!

However, when they opened the Gospel, hoping to see the Quadruple Wings Sorcerer
Comprehensive Strength Rankings, Magical Factions Popularity Rankings, Miracle
Rankings, and Spirit Rankings, they all received a disheartening message:
“Insufficient Points to purchase.”

“It does require them.”

Banjeet nodded, but didn’t continue. Instead, he pulled out a metal cigarette case
that seemed at odds with his appearance. “Do you mind if I smoke?”
“Pass one here,” Harvey signaled with his hand. “Will it pack a punch?”

“Ha, I’m not that young anymore. This is a more health-conscious smoke, I’ve just
gotten into the habit of smoking during conversations.”

“Smoking can be health-conscious? Eating sweets is pretty healthy for me too.”

As the two seasoned smokers began to puff away, Ashe made a disgusted noise and,
taking Lise by the hand, moved to the other end of the table. He activated his Wind
Barrier Spirit, forming an air shield.

Igor remained seated but casually flicked his finger, altering the direction of the
wind in the living room so that Banjeet and Harvey’s smoke blew toward the balcony.

Ashe looked surprised. “Bewitcher, you can also manipulate Wind Magic Spirits?”

“Meh,” Igor replied calmly. “They can be handy for aiding in the dispersion of love
potions or poisons.”

“…You really have a way of casually mentioning the most terrifying things.”

After skillfully flicking the ash from his cigarette into his palm, Banjeet got
down to business. “I’ll give you a copy of the latest edition of the ‘Gospel
Ranking List Directory’ shortly,” he said. “It contains the more stable, high-
interest lists, like the ‘Magical Factions Popularity Rankings,’ for example. Take
your time and browse if you’re interested.”

“As for the frequently changing lists, you’ll have to spend Points to access them.
It’s not expensive—one Point gets you a 24-hour observation right to a list. Check
out the Gospel; the Points Miss gave you should have been credited by now.”

Ashe quickly opened the Gospel, his expression souring almost instantly: “Just 100
Points?”

“Banjeet, may I formally complain about Ashe’s grumbling?”

“Igor, you traitor!”

Harvey had been watching Banjeet all the while but noticed that Banjeet wasn’t
bothered by the commotion; instead, he signaled Harvey with his cigarette,
understanding that this young Butler was not to be underestimated—whether Banjeet
appreciated Igor’s defection or disliked Ashe’s complaints, it revealed aspects of
his character.

In the Funeral Firm, Banjeet was the only local they could interact with besides
Annan. If he showed enough of his likes and dislikes, that would naturally create
opportunities for Igor to maneuver.

When Banjeet took out his cigarette case, the three migrant workers quickly
exchanged glances, coordinating their roles: Harvey as the observer, Ashe and Igor
to alternately support and undermine each other. If even one of them could get
closer to Banjeet, it would be considered a win.

“I wouldn’t recommend using those 100 Points to look up the Ranking Lists,” Banjeet
commented. “100 Points is neither a lot nor a little, but it’s enough for the
Gospel to answer one valuable question. Miss gave you the 100 Points hoping you’d
get a feel for the glory of the Gospel.”
“For new Sorcerers first encountering the Gospel, there are several types of
questions with a great cost-benefit ratio, such as ‘Which Magical Faction am I most
Talented in?’, ‘What Spirit should I summon next?’, or ‘How can I optimize my
existing Spirit System?’”

“Of course, since it’s only 100 Points, the Gospel will likely provide a brief
answer, but you can use the response as a starting point to ask more in-depth
questions.”

“However,” Banjeet took a drag of his cigarette, “I guess you might have more
personal questions you want to ask.”

He had hit the nail on the head.

Power is important, but after all, humans are social creatures. Very few Sorcerers
live solely for the pursuit of power. It’s merely effective capital they use to
acquire other resources… Although many Sorcerers eventually become personifications
of power, it was clear that these Trespassers still had their own share of life’s
joys and sorrows.

Even Harvey, who claimed to have nothing left to care about, flinched. He hadn’t
even noticed that he was smoking his cigarette backwards, burning his lips in the
process, his eyes fixated on the Gospel, wondering what to ask.

Igor hesitated for a moment, flipped to the “Ask” page in the Gospel, and used his
thoughts to write: “Has Emma Lexus suffered any negative effects because of my
escape?”

The Gospel quickly listed the fees: “Deep relationship with you, -80% fee; in
contact within three days, -65% fee; target is a Two Wings Sorcerer, +50% fee;
target outside the Kingdom of the Gospel, +1000% fee.”

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“Your Points are insufficient.”

As expected, asking about matters in other Kingdoms was extremely expensive because
it’s not about mobilizing collected intelligence, but about using a Miracle for a
real ‘Prophecy’… But on the flip side, asking about matters within the Kingdom of
the Gospel was much cheaper.

Igor’s eyes flickered as he entered: “Information on Annan Dolan.”

“Costs 3 Points.”

“Annan Dolan: Ranked 3rd on the Azura Beauty Ranking, 8th on the overall Beauty
Ranking, 10th on the Two Wings Sorcerer Comprehensive Power Ranking, 9th on Azura’s
Quest Ranking, and former head of the Funeral Firm (now off the list).”

“Annan Dolan’s family situation.”

“You do not have the rights to inquire about a citizen’s privacy.”

Indeed, if one wanted to use the Gospel to investigate someone, they could only
access the most superficial level of information. To go any deeper would be refused
by the Gospel. However, Igor also noticed that the Gospel didn’t outright prohibit
it, but stated ‘no rights to inquire,’ which meant that as long as one had the
rights, they could obtain all information about someone through the Gospel,
including but not limited to privacy, geographical location, Magical Factions, and
more.

It seems the authority of the ‘Red Cap’ security forces might be much greater than
that of a Blood Mad Hunter…

Wait a minute!

No rights to inquire about a citizen’s privacy… But can these Trespassers really be
considered citizens?

Definitely not. How could an invasive species possibly receive the legal protection
of the Omniscient Weaver? Moreover, they have the countdown of the Omniscient
Weaver’s restraint behind their ears. Theoretically, their current status in the
Kingdom of the Gospel is equivalent to that of red-named monsters. Even if they
want to clear their names, they would have to wait for the countdown of the
restraint to end…

This means that before the countdown ends, information on Ashe and Harvey is
unrestricted!

With less than two days left until the countdown finishes, the only chance to dig
up their past is now!

Igor suddenly recalled the Revelation received today: “Do not ask any questions
about Ashe Heath.”

Experience has proven that whenever Igor acted against a Revelation, the outcomes
were hardly favorable. Such as being pulled into an escape from prison gang by
Ashe, being implicated by him, being conned by him…

But now, the only hope of getting the upper hand on Ashe is right before my eyes,
and I must consider if this might be the only chance I’ll ever get.

To restore the glory of a Con Artist is an undeniable duty!

“What are Ashe Heath’s vulnerabilities that could be exploited?”