Chapter 598: Insi Zangweier

Golden water flows out of the kettle's mouth, converging in midair into a golden silhouette full of distortion and chaos.

The golden figure floats in the air, looking down at Lei Keton, and says calmly, "You have only one wish; the other two must wait until you fulfill the promise before I give them to you."

"Also, your wish shouldn't be too complicated, nor exceed my capabilities. I'm merely using the 'Miracle Master' trait of this lamp to interfere with reality; wishes of too high a level I cannot satisfy, unless you are willing to send me back to the starry sky."

Lei Keton nodded, indifferent, and said, "Given this lamp's hardness, even if it can't be used for wishes, it can serve as a shield."

He then turned his gaze to Bei Erna Dai, pondering, and said:

"Bo Nuo Wa has come to the Southern Continent; Zheng Qi may later assign him something. You can go find him; when the situation gets chaotic, Zheng Qi won't pay much attention to him, making it a good chance for you two to discuss sibling topics."

Bei Erna Dai lightly nodded, said nothing further; her figure instantly became ethereal, breaking into streams of data that passed through the teal vines of the forest, wandering far into the Spirit Realm.

As Bei Erna Dai left, the surrounding teal vines quickly retracted, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Lei Keton gazed at the lamp deity still floating in midair, chuckling, "Are you confident you can pull a true god down from its divine realm? Or bring it and its realm down into reality?"

The golden figure floating in the air said with a slightly mocking tone, "What are you joking about? I'm merely a helpless, pitiful lamp deity trapped inside the lamp right now."

"What? You want to pull that 'God of Steam and Machinery' down from its divine realm and then rely on sheer numbers to kill it?"

Lei Keton slowly shook his head, saying, "I'm just pondering whether Adam, having lost the chance to ascend to the Dreamer, would directly choose another extreme."

"What extreme?" the lamp deity asked, a bit surprised.

"You'll see in time."

Lei Keton let out a low sigh, did not answer, and tapped the lamp wall twice with his right index finger; the floating lamp deity snorted coldly, the golden figure turned into a stream of pale gold water, retreating back into the kettle‑shaped lamp.

Lei Keton looked up at the highest point of the Spirit Realm, where seven slow‑flowing pure lights streamed; after a moment of silence, he let the golden wish‑lamp's figure gradually become ethereal, breaking into streams of pure knowledge that roamed the Spirit Realm like a torrent of information.

In the Northern State, at an inn in Kukwa City, Ke Lai En took the radio receiver that had been perched in the gray mist and placed it on the table.

Accompanied by a tap tap tap sound, a fragment of illusory white paper was spit out by the radio receiver, bearing rows of neatly written Rune words:

"Supreme, great, eternal master, your humble, modest, loyal servant A Luodesi comes at your summons."

"Great master, you have a question for me, do you?"

Ke Lai En calmly nodded, after two seconds of silence asked, "Is there a way to digest demonic elixir faster?"

"Better role‑play." On the illusory white paper, a few black words were printed with tap tap tap.

Reading A Luodesi's answer from the "Magic Mirror," Ke Lai En was first silent, then slowly exhaled.

Insi Zangweier appeared a bit too early; my secret master's demonic elixir hasn't been properly digested.

A Er must have some foresight; he urged me to quickly gather the demonic potion ingredients, likely so that I could both kill Insi Zangweier and smoothly complete the ascension to demigod ritual.

But, in my current state, I may not be able to kill the already demigod Insi Zangweier, who also holds 0‑08, and my digestion progress is far behind; even if I performed a spectacular act, it wouldn't be enough unless I gain something extra. It seems I've been drawn into a long‑woven conspiracy again. Ke Lai En quickly steadied his thoughts, refusing to dwell further, sighed inwardly, then looked at the radio receiver and asked again, "Do you think I should go to Beren's Port?"

This time A Luodesi didn't answer immediately; the radio receiver kept tap tap taping, and the fragment of illusory white paper was repeatedly spat out and re‑absorbed.

After a while, it finally presented a complete answer:

"Great, supreme master, I cannot see an answer to this question."

"There are too many gazes, too many wills there; it seems, it seems like a stage already set up, waiting for the performer to arrive."

"Great master, I can only say: at times like this, risk and reward are proportional, but the exact decision depends on how you think. If you wish to go, my advice is to first secure reliable allies, such as the Seven Pure Lights of the Spirit Realm; in the Spirit Realm, they possess not only stature but also power."

In the Spirit Realm, meaning that once you leave it, the Seven Lights' power is very limited? Indeed, the Seven Lights don't correspond to any particular pathway; they lack extraordinary traits, so their strength likely derives from the Spirit Realm itself.

As thoughts drifted, Ke Lai En looked at the radio receiver, lightly nodded and said, "Let's stop here for today."

"Alright, my great wise master, as you anticipated, in a moment some gazes will be cast this way."

"Your loyal servant A Luodesi stands ready to serve you at any time~"

Why didn't you say so earlier, Ke Lai En muttered inwardly, then swiftly tossed the radio receiver back into the junk pile above the gray mist.

After setting the telegraph machine down, he also performed a divination atop the gray mist; the manifested yellow crystal pendant swung in his hand with a large arc, alternating between fast and slow.

The danger is great, but the probability of encountering it fluctuates—whether due to unstable information or many things being beyond divination. After his thoughts wandered for a while, he enveloped himself in a spiritual sheath and left the gray mist.

After communicating with Ai Er Mo Rui Ya of the "Red Light" using the improved secret pact ritual, he boarded the steam train bound for Beren's Port.

From a rational standpoint, for my own safety I should stay away, and even expel An De Sen from the Tarot Society to avoid unnecessary trouble and danger, but one cannot remain rational at all times. I need to avenge Insi Zangweier, help Leonard, who has been forced into this, and resolve the issue of Tarot Society members being targeted by A Meng. Amid the whistling of the steam train's engine, he gazed at the trees outside the window beginning to run backward and sighed deeply.

At Beren's Port, An De Sen, having changed venues for his street performance, looked at the two pitiful banknotes inside the upside‑down triangular hat and sighed helplessly.

He quickly packed his things, placed the triangular hat on his head, turned back to glance at Daniz, who had been following him, and asked oddly:

"Got nothing to do? Why keep following me? Want to jump ship and hang out with me? Or… you like my plain handsome looks?"

An De Sen stepped back two paces, his face filled with terror as he stared at Daniz.

"Shit! My heart forever belongs to the captain."

Daniz's face turned black instantly, looking nauseated; he seemed ready to punch the other on the forehead.

But what was I supposed to do? I think I had something to handle, must have been when I was on the ship; the study pressure was too great, and now my memory's deteriorated. Never mind, if I can't recall, it's not important.

Daniz quickly convinced himself, then looked up at An De Sen, only to see him ditch him and head toward the tavern; Daniz muttered curses and jogged a few steps to catch up.

In a spot they hadn't noticed, a crow sporting white eye‑shadow happened to fly overhead.

At the spot of An De Sen's earlier street act, a black ant emerged from the shadows, its right eye also rimmed with white eye‑shadow.

The ant stared toward the direction An De Sen left, emitting a faint, barely audible sound from its mouth:

"No reaction at all, yet it stays calm."

After a two‑second pause, the ant seemed to spot something interesting, tilted its head, and whispered to the towering crowd around:

"Interesting, Medici's evil spirit has arrived with that feather pen; the show is about to begin."

As it spoke, the ant suddenly collapsed, dying silently; a faint white light sphere separated from its body, rushed into the void, and vanished.

In a warehouse in the Beren's Port dock area, Insi Zangweier, with dark‑gold hair and deep‑blue‑almost‑black eyes, stepped out of the Spirit Realm.

His features resembled a classical sculpture, flawless, with the remaining eye flashing coldly around; after confirming no other beings or spirits were nearby, he whispered, "Why come here? This severely deviates from my goal, moving farther from Elder Deacon Elia of the Night Church."

The next moment, a flash of bright red appeared in Insi Zangweier's eyes, his complexion tinged with madness, his lips moving continuously, producing a hoarse voice: "The hunter and prey's positions may swap at any time; before each hunt begins, patient waiting is required."

"Without my aid, even with that feather pen, it would be hard to hunt a saint watched by the night."

"Moreover, that pen isn't as honest as you think; since arriving on the Southern Continent, its little tricks never cease, and you wouldn't assume what you see is all, would you? Foolish and pitiful creature."

Yinsi Zangeweier's face, as classical as a sculpture, was tinged with a dark gloom; he lowered his eyes, glanced at the black classical feather pen he held, sneered, "We each have secrets, each have our own plans, don't we?"

(End of chapter)