Chapter 515: A Meng's Visit

On Toscat Island, in a second‑floor hotel room, Anderson, lying eyes closed in an armchair, suddenly straightened his back and stood up.

He scanned the room with his eyes, then walked to the full‑length mirror and examined himself carefully; after confirming nothing was amiss, he relaxed.

Pouring himself a cup of hot water, Anderson sat back in the armchair and began to review the recent gathering:

"This gathering is different from what I expected. Although a few guys I can't read well, most members' sequences aren't high, and the paths they follow aren't uniform, indicating they belong to different factions, or that the 'Fool' has grasped many sequence paths."

"Besides ordinary trades, they discussed high‑level knowledge about the Angel King and the Abandoned Land of the Gods, which doesn't suit their sequence; many terms were beyond even my comprehension."

"When I mentioned the 'Destiny Angel' Wu Luoliu Si, their surprise and curiosity seemed more about how I obtained the information than the information itself."

"Also, how does that 'World' intend to contact me? I hope it isn't deceiving me."

Boom! Boom! Boom! The room door was suddenly knocked; Anderson turned his head, puzzled, and called, "Who is it?"

"Me," Ge Erman Si Paro's cold voice came from outside the door.

Anderson reached up to rub his cheek, feeling unreal. What does this Ge Erman Si Paro want with me? Though puzzled, he opened the door and saw Ge Erman Si Paro in a white shirt and black vest standing at his doorway.

Anderson gave Ke Lai En a once‑over and asked, "Do you have business?"

Ke Lai En's voice was flat, without inflection, and said, "The earlier transaction."

"Transaction? What transaction just now?" Anderson asked, puzzled.

Ke Lai En, maintaining his persona, gave no explanation, merely instructed calmly, "Buy two tickets to Oravi Island; I will take you to the demi‑god of the 'Destiny' path and ask them to cleanse the misfortune on you."

Anderson's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Ke Lai En:

"You, you are the 'World'?"

"Don't forget."

Ke Lai En offered no further explanation, gave a simple reminder, and turned to leave.

Anderson stared at Ke Lai En's back, dazed for a while before reacting, then rushed out shouting:

"Wait, no, hold on, how did you know my identity?"

Ke Lai En, without turning, pushed open the door to his own room on the other side of the hallway, then slammed it shut with a clang.

Outside the door, Anderson's mouth twitched, he raised his hand then withdrew; instead of knocking on Ke Lai En's door, he turned back into his own room.

Ge Erman Si Paro turned out to be the 'World' from the Tarot gathering—utterly absurd.

He clearly knows how to lift the misfortune on me, so why wait until I posted a quest at the Tarot gathering before offering help? He must have been planning to wait for my misfortune to explode, die miserably, then loot my traits and magical items! Ha, this crazy adventurer's heart is truly filthy. Anderson muttered while putting on his coat, preparing to go out and buy the fastest departing ship ticket.

In the God‑Abandoned Land, inside a house whose walls and roof were still relatively intact, fluctuations of gravity and electromagnetic forces formed a half‑real, half‑illusory realm within the building.

The once dilapidated house instantly transformed into an ornately rustic library, with bright yellow light streaming through stained glass, starkly contrasting the surrounding darkness.

After the Tarot gathering ended, Lei Ke Dun used a sacrificial rite to send the 'Unwavering Until Death' to the Grey Mist, then Ke Lai En handed it to Mr. A Zi Ke.

Having finished that, he walked to a nearby bookshelf and casually took a book, flipping through it.

As he turned the pages, text swiftly materialized on the previously blank sheets, specks of silvery‑white words rapidly filling the volume.

"Unfortunately, I can only conjure books I've read."

He sighed, shifted his steps, and sat on a nearby sofa.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A slightly abrupt knocking sounded, and Lei Ke Dun, startled, looked up toward the main door, a flash of deep‑blue light flickering in his eyes.

Before he could react, the door creaked as someone pushed it open from outside, and the sealing measure he had left on the door failed to activate.

A tall figure dressed in a black classic robe, wearing a matching pointed soft hat, with black curls, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a slender face stepped into view.

He twirled a crystal‑carved single‑lens monocle in his right hand; after a symbolic wave, he slipped the monocle onto his right eye, his face alight with a smile as he spoke to Lei Ke Dun:

"I've found you again."

"Please come in," Lei Ke Dun cleared his throat after a brief silence and said.

Before Lei Ke Dun could speak, A Meng had already stepped in, saying as he walked:

"You don't seem to welcome me, but alas, I'm already here."

Lei Ke Dun sized him up for a moment, the deep‑blue‑purple glow in his eyes unabashedly flowing, tracing a mysterious symbol, his gaze swiftly scanning every corner of the surroundings.

A Meng chuckled twice, then said, "I didn't send a duplicate to invade your illusion; before coming in, I even knocked, which is polite, isn't it?"

"As for whether I'm a duplicate or the original, feel free to test it boldly; you might be surprised."

Lei Ke Dun lowered his gaze, withdrawing his scrutinizing stare, unable to hide the inner snark about a reward—was the reward a single time‑worm?

"If you like, it's not impossible," A Meng replied with the same smile.

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Another silence followed; Lei Ke Dun gathered his thoughts and suddenly asked, "Mr. Gate was banished by Night and Storm to the starry sky. What will you do? If he doesn't return, you can't obtain the uniqueness of the 'Gate' path nor the Star Key attribute."

A Meng unabashedly sat on the sofa beside Lei Ke Dun and calmly said:

"Ha, aren't others also unable to obtain it?"

"Everyone needs a Lord of the Mysteries; Mr. Gate is an indispensable component. The Night will be even more eager than I am; even if they can't think straight, choosing the corrupted Mr. Gate still requires a return to complete the ascension rite, right?"

Lei Ke Dun raised an eyebrow, his expression showing interest, and asked, "What is the ascension ceremony of the 'Gate'?"

"Your guess?" A Meng lifted his hand, adjusted the monocle over his right eye socket, and revealed a wicked grin.

Lei Ke Dun paused briefly, then, somewhat speechless, said:

"Seeing you like this makes me want to punch that monocle to pieces."

"Is the deification ceremony of the 'Gate' linked to Night and Storm's exile of Mr. Gate? When He returns, His deification ceremony will inevitably commence?"

"Why would you think that?" A Meng looked at Lei Ke Dun's face with keen curiosity for a moment, then, as if he had spotted something amusing, let out a light laugh, "So in your eyes Night takes that form. I have to admit, you see people quite accurately. From my understanding of Him, if there's a God of Conspiracy, it has to be Him."

"If it's about conspiracy, aren't you underestimating yourself? Moreover, there's still an undefeated ultimate conspirator."

Lei Ke Dun closed the book he was flipping through and said:

A Meng, as if hearing a hilarious joke, scoffed and laughed lightly, saying:

"The ultimate conspirator? If he were truly that clever and powerful, he wouldn't have been turned into a red priest's poison together with Soren and Einhorn by me and that fanatic."

Lei Ke Dun nodded, continued following A Meng's words:

How many could escape from your and Yadang's joint effort?

Being stewed into hot pot is their fate.

Hot pot? A Meng questioned, pinching his monocle with his right hand, a look of rational thought.

Leikeddun nodded, extending an invitation to A Meng: "A kind of food, want to try it? I happen to have the ingredients ready."

"Of course." A Meng nodded happily.

Wait a moment, I need some time to prepare.

Speaking, Leikeddun casually tossed the already-closed book back toward the bookshelf, and an invisible hand supported it, placing it steadily back in its original spot.

Pa! He raised his hand and snapped his fingers; the crystal ball quietly inlaid in the nearby painted column suddenly burst forth with a clear light, and after the light flashed, a square wooden table and chair appeared in the hall.

The shadow beneath his feet writhed, as if suddenly coming alive, surging upward like a flood and quickly submerging the table and chair.

After the shadow surged upward, it quickly receded, sinking into the ground, leaving only the ingredients neatly arranged on the tabletop.

On the nearby sofa, A Meng watched this scene with interest; he casually grabbed at the air with his right hand, and a bottle of Sunniya blood wine appeared in his hand, while his other hand held two glass cups.

Your collection isn't rich enough—why don't you have any Aoermier red wine?

I see there's also a damaged painting, something from the starry sky; do you want me to fix it? Painting is also my forte—I once painted a self-portrait and hung it in the mausoleum of Beikelande, but unfortunately, that mausoleum was recently destroyed and the painting was taken.

Leikeddun's motion paused, then he said nonchalantly: "Is this the instinct of thieves?"

A Meng smiled slightly, his tone leisurely and calm, and said:

You could say that, after all thieves don't come back empty-handed, but I still don't care for the things you casually tossed into the junk pile; I can only blame you for making them too conspicuous—I can't help but notice them.

'. I have added a certain hidden attribute.' Leikeddun defended himself.

(End of chapter)