Chapter 416: Fraudulent Magical Item

Leikeddun nodded, then raised his right hand and rubbed his fingers twice, and the shadows and cracks around him instantly opened eyes.

Their gazes alternated, reflecting the whole room in their pupils, and a layered, illusory door symbol appeared in the pupils.

The space inside the hotel room was wonderfully divided by them, connecting to a certain place in the Spirit Realm.

Afterwards he summoned an invisible giant hand, directly mixing the Time Worm corpse on the table, the subconscious extracted by the Mechanical Skillful Hand, and the shredded parchment into a lump, continually compressing.

Under the extraordinary ability of the Mechanical Skillful Hand, they quickly turned into a mainly gray-white light mass, with illusory human figures sliding across it, flashing elusive colors.

This light mass, in front of the Mechanical Skillful Hand, was like dough on a chopping board, being casually kneaded into various shapes. Leikeddun's eyes flashed a deep blue-purple glow; he quietly stared at the gray-white light mass before him, projecting the hidden sage symbol he had envisioned in his mind onto the light mass.

The originally gray-white light mass instantly speckled with twinkling starlight, and a cold, mad aura spread out.

After nearly half an hour of operation, the gray-white light mass gradually lost its color, kneaded into a gray-brown book the thickness of a little finger, folded up.

"It's already finished!" the Mechanical Skillful Hand's voice, somewhat fatigued, echoed in Leikeddun's mind.

Before he could voice his opinion, the Mechanical Skillful Hand automatically detached from his shoulder, it sprang onto the round table in front of him, lying straight on the tabletop like a exhausted salted fish.

Leikeddun lowered his eyes, his entire right arm together with half of his shoulder transformed into a statue formed from countless gathered starlight; as he reached to take the book on the table, specks of rust-like debris fell from the starlight, quickly dissipating during the fall, like the starlight repelling foreign negative influences.

On the gray-brown cover, there was an ancient, mottled twelve-section clock, around which many mysterious symbols symbolizing the mind, time, and deceit were scattered.

A flash of deep blue light passed in his eyes, and the positive and negative effects of this magical item were instantly clear to Leikeddun:

It is a living seal, fond of lying, instinctively deceiving everyone, something the holder cannot avoid.

Once deceived by it, the corresponding scam will manifest as reality through coincidence; the more one trusts its words, the stronger the effect.

Each person deceived by it provides it with a certain amount of power; when the number of deceived reaches a certain level, it will undergo a qualitative change, at which point its influence can rival that of a demigod in some aspects.

If no one believes it, it is merely an ordinary, somewhat talkative book.

It has some parasitic traits, able to lodge its main body into anything possessing spirituality and below demigod level, whether living or dead.

The holder occasionally loses things, possibly a steel pen, a gold coin, or even a magical item, even the clothes they wear, or even thoughts that have crossed their mind.

This is a bit outrageous—does the thief's influence really go that far? The negative effect is just losing things, but why is the positive effect still deception!

Leikeddun felt somewhat speechless and sighed inwardly, then casually opened the gray-brown book in his hand; the folded pages inside were completely blank.

As Leikeddun moved, silver-white Dragon Language words appeared one by one on the gray-brown parchment:

"I am a Warrior of Light from the M78 Nebula, fallen into sleep due to exhausted light; whoever sees this message, you are the heir of light, offer me 50 gold pounds, and you can obtain my remaining light and become an ATM!"

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Leikeddun took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to burn the book in his hand with fire, and twitched the corner of his mouth as he said: "This is already another world; shouldn't your scam messages keep up with the times?" Apparently understanding Leikeddun's complaint, the words on the gray-brown parchment quickly twisted, and after a moment, a new passage appeared:

"I am the Ancient Sun God, sealed away due to my subordinates' betrayal; offer me 50 gold pounds, and after I break free, you will become the Ninth Angel King under my throne~"

Leikeddun raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing where to start complaining for a moment.

Constantly demanding gold pounds—is it because a scam needs a payoff? If truly many people were deceived by it, this book might actually be able to siphon some power from the Ancient Sun God, but this lowly scam talk can't even get past the auto-block function on my old phone.

This book will probably only be able to be an ordinary, talkative book for a lifetime—what a waste of my materials; I tore nearly half the pages of Grosel's Travelogue, and all my Time Worm reserves, ending up with a book that merely replicates scam messages.

"You might as well just call it the 'Fraud Manual'."

While speaking, he reached out and touched his chest, feeling a bit heartbroken over the materials he had consumed.

As his right hand just reached the left chest position, he suddenly paused, feeling no sensation of the pocket watch he had placed in his inner outer pocket.

No need to confirm; the Prophet Master's intuition let him know the result: his pocket watch had directly vanished due to the negative effect of the book in his hand.

Actually making items on one's person disappear directly—this negative effect is essentially an uncontrolled demigod-level theft ability; compared to that, its embarrassing deception ability can be ignored.

Leikeddun restrained the urge to swear, lowered his head to glance at his clothing, confirmed there was no sudden disappearance of his garments, and then relaxed.

He casually tossed the "Fraud Manual" onto the tabletop and spoke in a flat tone:

"Since you are a living magical item, you should learn to act on your own; you don't need a holder."

The Fraud Manual suddenly flipped itself over, a series of somewhat twisted Dragon Language words appearing:

"I am just a book, without hands or feet I cannot walk, without deceived victims I cannot parasitize living things●﹏●"

Even emoticons are present; is the Hidden Sage deliberately feeding it junk messages? Leikeddun was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand and said:

"Wait a moment, I'll find a Knowledge Rabbit to take you wandering; don't deceive too powerful or too smart people, if you overturn I might not be able to rescue you in time."

While speaking, Leikeddun pulled a wooden whistle from a side pocket, placed it to his lips and lightly blew, but no sound came out at all.

After a moment, a dazed-looking, semi-transparent rabbit emerged from an eye that had opened in the room's shadows.

Leikeddun picked up the Fraud Manual from the table and handed it to it, half-crouching and instructing: "Help me take this book to different places, change its position periodically, monitor its movements, don't lose it; work a day, and you can come here to read for a day—how about that?"

The Knowledge Rabbit nodded somewhat slowly, took the Fraud Manual, tilted its head and looked dazedly for a while, then directly burrowed into the eye behind it, leaving this place for the Spirit Realm.

Pa~ Seeing off the Knowledge Rabbit's departure, Leikeddun lightly snapped his fingers, and the eyes in the room quickly retracted back into the shadows and cracks.

Warm sunlight from outside streamed back in, the room brightened, and the temperature rose somewhat.

(End of Chapter)