Chapter 330: Just an Ordinary Time Worm

Baiyam, in front of a three‑story cottage in the Dock District.

Daniz shuttled back and forth five or six times, hauling the purchased ingredients from the carriage into the room, and finally moved all the ingredients into the kitchen.

Huh~ On the living‑room seat, Daniz rubbed his just‑healed left hand and let out a long sigh.

He turned his head toward Klein, who was lounging on the sofa with Tu Ba Ge, his mouth twitching; he wanted to question why these two hadn't even thought of helping him move anything.

His gaze lingered on Klein and Tu Ba Ge for a moment. Damn Ge Er Man·Si Pa Luo, damn rabbit! After calming his temper a bit, Daniz cleared his throat and asked:

"Cough cough~"

"I've already prepared the ingredients you need, but why do you need so many? Isn't the weather back to normal? Could that 'Sea God' still not be dead?"

"To make food."

Klein, staying in character, replied very succinctly.

"Of course I know ingredients are for cooking; I'm asking why you prepared so many!" Daniz kept muttering in his mind, when Ge Er Man·Si Pa Luo's emotionless voice continued:

"You go."

"Me? Now?"

Daniz pointed at himself, then glanced at the sky outside—only early afternoon, less than two hours before lunch was over. Besides, couldn't he just go to a restaurant? Why must I do it? What scheme does Ge Er Man·Si Pa Luo have this time? While Daniz was still puzzling over whether Klein had another plot, he saw Klein already standing up from the sofa, expressionless, staring at him, lips moving slightly as he said:

"£4,500, sir."

Daniz's hair stood on end instantly, and he hurriedly rose from his seat, saying:

"I'll do it right now. What food do you need to enjoy?"

"You can cook it, do everything!"

Klein responded calmly, without correcting that the food wasn't for him.

"Alright, okay."

Daniz nodded, full of doubt, then darted into the kitchen and began to hustle.

Shit! I clearly didn't do anything, why did the bounty go up by £300? If it keeps rising, I'll become a fragrant morsel in the eyes of those pirates and adventurers.

Sevia, inside a café in the Dock District.

Isang and Fei Ni Ke Si had already left, and Leiketon leaned against a seat, intending to take a short nap.

Just as he closed his eyes, his inspiration was suddenly sparked.

Following his intuition, Leiketon reached forward with his right hand and caught a pale‑yellow sheet drifting down from the Spirit Realm.

He casually held the paper up to his eyes; it bore only two short runic lines:

"That thieving demigod has appeared; the old man said his condition is poor and asked you to help resolve it."

"Bad condition, what a joke!" Leiketon muttered, tossing the letter back into the Spirit Realm, then raised his hand to summon a waiter for the bill.

In the Spirit Realm, Leiketon, with his doppelgänger, rode swiftly toward Beikeland amid swirling starlight.

In less than two minutes, they arrived at the corresponding area of the Spirit Realm.

Immediately, Leiketon projected his spirit, breaking the barrier between the Spirit Realm and reality, and his and his doppelgänger's silhouettes materialized quickly inside a carriage on Boke Lunde Street in West Beikeland.

Leaning in the carriage, Lun Na De, who was watching the outside through the protruding window, turned his head with a premonition, and what met his eyes were two identical Leiketons.

"Hm? You?" He instinctively rubbed his eyes, confirming he wasn't seeing things.

"Heh, they're doppelgängers split off using the Dream‑Weaver's ability; no wonder they want me to help steal away his excess traits."

Pa Lie Si's slightly hoarse voice echoed in his mind.

Lun Na De tilted his head slightly to listen more clearly, and after a moment, he asked in puzzlement:

"Dream‑Weaver? Which Path and which Sequence?"

"Audience Path, Sequence Three."

Although he knew Lun Na De was speaking with the old man inside him, Leiketon still instinctively answered the question.

"Do you know a Sequence‑Three of the Audience Path?"

Lun Na De merely retorted out of habit, unsurprised; after all, he already had an angel of his own, a Sequence‑One angel. The key was that he could obtain the other's help, indicating a fairly friendly relationship. "You don't need a real Dream‑Weaver; an angel of the White Tower Path, once it masters the relevant knowledge, can achieve the same."

"Given this youngster's relationship with knowledge, getting a bit of help isn't surprising."

Pa Lie Si responded in Lun Na De's mind; even as a shallow parasite, the thought that surfaced in Lun Na De couldn't hide from him.

Then, through Lun Na De, it addressed Leiketon:

"To prevent this being A Meng's trap, please handle that Jacob‑family demigod."

"So cautious?"

"I haven't even approached; the corresponding thought in my mind would be stolen by it."

Leiketon tilted his head slightly, his voice lingering. Lun Na De's face showed agreement, and his hoarse voice said, "When facing A Meng, being overly cautious is never enough."

"It only snatches thoughts and a small amount of extraordinary ability; that shouldn't pose a big problem for you."

"Heh, I didn't expect the old man to think so highly of me."

"If it sets its mind on escaping, I can't hold it back; after all, your three Paths aren't good at fighting, only at surviving."

Leiketon shrugged, not answering Pa Lie Si's question directly.

Pa Lie Si didn't mind Leiketon's complaint, and instead said proudly:

"Many are good at fighting, but most have fallen, and I'm still alive!"

Leiketon shrugged, offering no comment.

He closed his eyes, simulating a psychologist's ability to give himself a mental cue, ensuring that if his thoughts were stolen he wouldn't stand dumbfounded; moments later, Leiketon's figure suddenly blurred and faded away.

Leiketon Sos casually swept his gaze over the spot where Leiketon's figure vanished, then looked at Lun Na De and said:

"Old man, I've had a question I want to ask."

Under Lun Na De's puzzled stare, he continued:

"With your Sequence‑One level deceit ability, can you turn false things into reality?"

"Just like a dreamer's imagined manifestation, can you deceive the world, deceive the rules, turn an ordinary stone into a priceless gem, and turn an ordinary strike into an attack like a terrifying natural disaster."

Lun Na De's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, as if silently asking Pa Lie Si:

"Old man, can you thieves still manage such a thing?"

Immediately, he opened and closed his lips, emitting a disdainful sound:

"Turning an ordinary stone into a priceless gem only requires deceiving the buyer; as for turning false things into real ones, that is a power only a dreamer possesses."

"By deceiving the world, deceiving the rules to achieve this, perhaps mistakes can be made; I, a completely ordinary time worm, where does such great ability come from!"

An ordinary time worm? Grandfather, you really know how to joke.

Lei Ke Dun·Suo Si's mouth twitched slightly; he didn't know whether to call Pa Lie Si Versailles or to say he was low‑key.

"Control your inner voice, and do not disturb an old man's peace!"

Pa Lie Si's voice sounded again from Lun Na De's mouth.

Lei Ke Dun·Suo Si shut his mouth cleanly, turned his head toward the window, and began admiring the outside scenery. The moment he turned, the sky outside darkened instantly.

"What is this?"

Lun Na De spoke with startled doubt.

"That guy invoked hidden power, separating this place into two worlds split between extraordinary beings and ordinary people."

Lun Na De fell silent for a moment; he thought of the seal artifact held by the Black Night Church, whose effect is to create a mirror world isolated from reality.

"The path mastered by the Knowledge Church includes a sequence called the Erudite, who can analyze and simulate extraordinary abilities they have witnessed."

"Whatever help he can invoke is unsurprising. However, just now it seemed..."

Lun Na De waited quietly for a moment, hearing no further words from Pa Lie Si, and, curious, asked:

"Seemed what?"

"Nothing. Keep watching, and you'll witness the combat style of spell‑casting extraordinary beings."

Lei Ke Dun·Suo Si glanced curiously at Lun Na De, seeing that neither Lun Na De nor Pa Lie Si seemed inclined to clarify things for him.

The duplicate truly has no rights! He sighed inwardly, then turned his head away, focusing outward.

In the sky above Bo Ke Lun De Street, after invoking the Hidden Sage's aid and using hidden power to separate this street into the real world and the extraordinary world, he removed an illusory hat he was wearing, revealing his true form.

Purple light swirled in his eyes, his gaze easily pierced the layers of obstruction, and he saw in the sewer a mouse whose eyes brimmed with a sense of wisdom.

"Damn! Who is this?"

"Why did it suddenly come after me?"

Fu Luo La·Ya Ge roared inside his mind, while swiftly shifting his body, searching for a weak spot in this separated extraordinary world, hoping to escape.

At the same time, he covertly approached Lei Ke Dun, bringing him within the coverage of his "steal" ability.

Lei Ke Dun saw the demigod mouse's intent, but did not intend to dodge; he casually pulled a pre‑prepared crystal monocle from his pocket.

Under Fu Luo La·Ya Ge's terrified gaze, he placed it over his right eye.

"A Meng!"

The mouse parasitized by Fu Luo La·Ya Ge showed a clear expression of terror, even forgetting how to run; its body tripped in the sewer and was flung a long distance.

(End of chapter)