Chapter 226: The Secret of Titles

Facing everyone's persuasion, Lan Qingyou took a deep breath.

"There is absolutely no doubt that there are good things inside, because whether it is a Sealing Magic array or a barrier magic array, it needs at least one core to provide Magic Power to the entire magic array."

"Moreover, the higher the level of the magic array, the more valuable the core needs to be. And the fewer of these items there are inside, the higher their value will be."

Lan Qingyou's Five Dragons Reincarnation Magic Array was actually the same.

Whether it was the Orichalcum fountain, the Stone of Rest, or those war treants used for guarding, the role they played was exactly this.

Only in this way could the normal operation of the magic array be guaranteed.

That was why Lan Qingyou dared to be so certain.

"Haha, since it's decided, let's begin."

"I can hardly wait."

Who cares about the danger of death? The items inside were reserved for the people of Tarot Manor!

"However, before that, there are three things we must do."

Lan Qingyou appropriately poured a basin of cold water on this group of overexcited people, directly extinguishing the flames in their hearts.

"What things?"

"One is to reallocate those previous magic items and make sure to arm ourselves to the teeth. After all, we don't know what's inside."

"That is indeed necessary. What about the second thing?"

Everyone nodded in unison, expressing their agreement with Lan Qingyou's statement.

"The second thing is the Bubble Beads that the old Pope gave us earlier. If possible, I hope to try and improve them to increase their duration."

"Since it is highly likely that marine creatures are sealed inside, the possibility of fighting underwater is indeed very high, so this is absolutely necessary. What about the third?"

The Pope asked, looking at Lan Qingyou.

The Pope gladly agreed to her wanting to improve the Bubble Beads he had crafted.

After all, this was preparation for a major battle.

Preparing more, even if they went unused later, was always better than preparing too little.

"The third thing is regarding my World Title."

"World Title?!"

When Lan Qingyou uttered these words in front of the six pairs of eyes staring at her, everyone was bewildered.

After all, who among them didn't have a World Title?

And yet, this was what she wanted to talk about?

"Yes, to be precise, it's about the description of the World Title."

"Are you implying there is some hidden meaning in the World Title's description?"

The Magician frowned slightly.

"I'm not sure, but I find it highly suspicious at the very least. Let me read the description for my 'Tower Witch' Title to you all."

"Stars shatter into golden sand within her Crucible, and moonlight is forged into chains to bind the surging river of time; sulfur and roses dance together at the tip of the spire, each petal condensing the incantations of a forgotten civilization. When the winds of the Seventh Epoch smash against the rusted bronze doors, the faded star charts boil once more in her pupils; the bones of heroes transform into an alchemical foundation within the magic array, while scepters and crowns melt into a glazed twilight within the distillation flask. The High Tower grows by devouring the moonlight of a millennium, its peak piercing the clouds to burst with emerald thunder; the residual stardust on her fingertips burns through the red threads of fate, and all epics are nothing more than a lingering signature at the bottom of the Crucible."

Pulling up her personal profile, Lan Qingyou read her description word by word to everyone present.

After hearing it, let alone Lan Qingyou, even they found it incredibly suspicious.

"It really is..."

The Pope furrowed his brow, trailing off halfway through his sentence, unsure of how to continue.

The Magician, meanwhile, shook his head after listening.

"This writing style doesn't look like a standard description. At the very least, the Small Screen definitely wouldn't generate an introduction like this; a sharp-tongued mockery would be more its style."

"Indeed, it sounds like an ode of praise, yet it also sounds like..."

"A prophecy."

The Wheel of Fortune finished the High Priestess's sentence, her tone filled with such absolute certainty that it drew everyone's gaze.

Who was the Wheel of Fortune?

She was a scholar studying the celestial bodies of Karim, and also a Diviner whose innate talent boosted her Divination success rate.

If someone else had spoken the word "prophecy", others might have scoffed at it, and some might even have mocked them.

But coming from her, the nature of those words was entirely different.

It was common knowledge that Divination and prophecies often went hand in hand.

"The first line can be seen as the Tower beginning her studies in Alchemy to become an Alchemist. The sulfur in the second line most likely represents alchemical materials, while the rose represents the Tower herself."

As the Wheel of Fortune spoke, she pulled out a deck of Tarot Cards, laying them face-up on the dining table one by one in a systematic, pyramid-like arrangement.

It looked no different from a standard Divination reading.

"The line about petals condensing the incantations of a forgotten civilization probably refers to the Star Dragon King's Blood Essence, or more broadly speaking, it might represent all ancient bloodlines."

"I'm not sure what the rest signifies, but the phrase about the winds of the Seventh Epoch smashing against the rusted bronze doors is likely talking about this very place right in front of us. Is that why you were so conflicted about whether or not to go inside earlier?"

Having said this, the Wheel of Fortune placed the final "Tower" Card at the very top of the arrangement and looked at Lan Qingyou.

"This..."

Lan Qingyou was left in dumbfounded astonishment.

Indeed, this had been one of the reasons behind her previous hesitation, and it had even been the primary factor.

But she never expected the other party to deduce her reasoning so precisely.

No... it couldn't be called a deduction. Was it Divination?

Lan Qingyou looked at the Wheel of Fortune with a questioning gaze, and the Wheel of Fortune returned her look with a smile.

"You must find this very strange, but there's no need to be surprised. This isn't actually any sort of magic, nor is it Divination."

As she spoke, the Wheel of Fortune tapped the personal profile tattoo on the back of her hand right in front of everyone.

"The red threads of fate brought you to my side like shooting stars; the rotation of the stars in the sky allowed us to grow alongside one another. Come, warriors, let us raise the weapons in our hands, charge into the dark abyss, and sever that red thread of fate which represents our shackles."

"This is part of the description for my World Title. Doesn't it sound like a summary of how we transmigrated, lived, studied, and ultimately arrived at this dungeon to fight?"

After she finished reciting, the Wheel of Fortune looked up and scanned everyone who was staring at her.

Obviously, these words weren't directed solely at Lan Qingyou.

"Calm waters cannot forge a strong sailor. Set sail for the distant oceans, firmly grasp the helm that symbolizes your defiance against the sea, and let out a roar amidst the raging waves of the deep."

At this time, the Pope also recited a portion of his own Title's description.

Occurring time and time again, anyone with half a brain could tell there was definitely a problem here.

Consequently, one by one, they all lowered their heads and began inspecting their own personal profiles.

Their expressions... couldn't be called terrible, but they definitely weren't looking too good either.