Chapter 222: Void Spider

In the unwritten rules of the Extraordinary World, being able to befriend such an existence is far more valuable than possessing a few armies.

"My grandfather immediately decided to support me, which caused a dramatic shift in the situation. Subsequently, those old foxes who understood how the Wizard World operates changed their stance one after another and leaned toward me.

In the power games of the royal capital, awe of extraordinary power has always been the most powerful bargaining chip."

Luo En chuckled, not feeling surprised by this change.

In any world, power is the most direct pass.

With the revelation of Ma Genusi's strength and background, those nobles who once looked down on him changed their attitudes, attempting to befriend this newly risen prince.

The latter half of the letter described a thrilling duel.

Ma Genusi challenged his eldest brother to a royal knight duel; this is the traditional way for royal family members to resolve disputes, and no royal has the right to refuse.

"On the day of the duel, my good eldest brother was clearly fully prepared."

Ma Genusi wrote in the letter:

"He not only used precious alchemical items to enhance his strength but even took a forbidden potion, allowing himself to enter a certain berserk state."

However, all these preparations appeared so pale and weak in the face of true power.

"Thank you for the sword and armor you crafted for me," the letter wrote:

"They played a decisive role in the duel. When my eldest brother's alchemical greatsword struck my breastplate, it only left a shallow mark, while my counterattack—a sword through the heart, clean and swift."

The royal duel ended with Ma Genusi's complete victory; this battle established his brand-new status within the royal family.

"Now, no one views me as that dispensable thirteenth prince anymore. My father the King's eyes are full of amazement, and those brothers and sisters who once mocked me now walk carefully around me."

Ma Genusi's letter changed tone, beginning to discuss future plans:

"I have already begun to reorganize the Royal Guard while expanding my influence in the military.

My father the King's illness fluctuates; everyone knows his days are numbered. When the time is ripe, I will initiate more actions to gradually control the kingdom's important resources.

Most importantly, I have begun to touch upon secrets of a higher layer regarding the 'Corona Breathing Method' in the royal treasury..."

At the end of the letter, Ma Genusi expressed his gratitude again and asked about Luo En's recent situation and plans:

"Old friend, how is your progress over there? I often think of those days fighting side by side in the Black Fog Jungle.

No matter what you intend to do, remember my promise—in the future, as long as you step into the kingdom, you will receive the highest courtesy of the King.

Your loyal—Ma Genusi Fa Lu Ke"

After reading the letter, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Luo En's mouth.

He took out paper and pen and began to write a reply:

"Ma Genusi:

Seeing your letter, I feel heartfelt joy.

Your success did not exceed my expectations, but the speed of it still impressed me.

Regarding my side, everything is proceeding according to plan. The most important goal at present is to sprint toward the formal wizard realm."

Luo En briefly described his recent achievements and plans, deliberately avoiding details of the True Path, only saying that he was attempting advancement.

"If everything goes smoothly, I will complete the advancement within two months.

After becoming a formal wizard, I plan to head to the Central Lands first; of course, before that, I will return to the kingdom to visit my family and, incidentally, visit my old friend—perhaps by then, you will be His Majesty the King?"

Writing to this point, Luo En paused for a moment, thinking about how to express the next part of the content:

"Regarding the 'Corona Breathing Method', be sure to act carefully; those ancient extraordinary inheritances are often accompanied by unexpected risks.

Specific details can wait until I return to the kingdom to discuss.

The struggle for the throne is a marathon, not a sprint.

Proceed steadily, accumulate strength and support, and wait for the best opportunity.

Remember, a true king must not only have courage and power but also wisdom and patience.

You can send the reply to the Black Fog Jungle Council Hall; someone will forward it to me.

Your friend—Luo En La Er Fu"

After finishing the letter, Luo En sealed it with special wax and placed it in a mailing bag.

He intended to arrange for someone to send it to the post office later, to be delivered to the kingdom via special channels.

"Ma Genusi's progress is very smooth."

Luo En muttered to himself, calculating future plans in his heart.

If Ma Genusi can successfully ascend the throne, it will provide a powerful political backer for the La Er Fu family.

And after he becomes a formal wizard, this alliance will be even more solid.

By then, he can go home and take a look.

While obtaining the final stage of the "Corona Breathing Method", he will completely resolve the kingdom's affairs, making final preparations for heading to the Central Lands.

Just at this moment, a light knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Teacher, breakfast is ready."

Li Li Liya's voice came through the door panel, gentle and respectful.

"Understood, I'll be there right away." Luo En put the letter away properly, stood up, and left the study.

Inside the dining room, a sumptuous breakfast had already been placed on the table:

Golden egg rolls exuded an enticing aroma;

Bacon fried to perfection was neatly arranged in a white porcelain plate;

The vegetable salad was brightly colored, dotted with a few drops of special seasoning oil;

There was also a pot of black tea exuding a mellow fragrance, emitting curling heat.

All of this was Li Li Liya's masterpiece; she had already become an indispensable part of the workshop.

After Luo En took his seat, Li Li Liya began to serve him, her movements skillful and elegant.

"Today's bacon was fried a bit too long; I hope it won't affect the taste."

She said softly, her tone carrying a hint of trepidation.

Luo En tasted a piece and nodded in approval: "The heat is just right, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, better than last time."

Hearing this evaluation, Li Li Liya's eyes lit up, and a joyful smile appeared on her face.

This attention to detail and pursuit of perfection was exactly the most precious trait in her character.

"By the way, Teacher," Li Li Liya asked while adding tea for Luo En:

"Is this afternoon's experiment proceeding as scheduled? I have already prepared all the materials."

"Yes, proceeding according to plan." Luo En nodded: "How is that purification technique practice going?"

"The final check has been completed, and the error is within an acceptable range."

Li Li Liya answered crisply; this period of professional training made her increasingly handy in the role of an experimental assistant.

Luo En nodded with satisfaction and continued to enjoy his breakfast.

After the meal, he patrolled the workshop, checking the operation of various facilities.

Every such patrol would cause a peculiar sense of satisfaction to well up in his heart.

This workshop was his first "home" in the true sense in this world, and every corner was poured with his hard work and wisdom.

From the precision instruments in the alchemy laboratory to the various distillation equipment in the potion-making room; from the protective array in the small practice field to the lush herb garden in the backyard...

Every place embodied the owner's extreme pursuit of detail and thirst for knowledge.

Walking to the backyard, Luo En saw Xi Wa Na watering those plants; her vine arms gently stroked every plant, as if communicating with them.

"Master." Xi Wa Na noticed Luo En's arrival, turned, and bowed; joy flickered in her emerald green eyes.

"How is the growth?" Luo En asked, his gaze sweeping over those herbs.

"Very good, especially those sprouts you modified; the speed of adapting to the environment exceeded expectations."

Xi Wa Na pointed to a specially isolated area where several plants with strange colors were planted.

Their leaves presented an unnatural deep purple, flickering slightly under the sunlight.

"Need to strengthen monitoring; once signs of abnormal mutation are discovered, isolate and handle them immediately." Luo En instructed.

Any out-of-control abyss plant could cause large-scale pollution and destruction.

"Understood, Master. I have been closely monitoring their energy fluctuations." Xi Wa Na responded respectfully.

Subsequently, Luo En went to see Daier's training situation.

The little sea siren was practicing water control in the pool; her movements were becoming increasingly fluid, able to condense a large mass of water into various complex shapes, even giving it simple movement trajectories.

"Master!" Seeing Luo En, Daier jumped out of the water joyfully, her long silver hair shining in the sun: "Look at my new skill!"

She swept her hands through the air, and dozens of water pillars immediately rose from the water surface, then quickly condensed into a water wall, and finally decomposed into countless water arrows, shooting toward the predetermined target.

The whole process was smooth as flowing water, showing the little sea siren's fine control over water elements.

"Good progress." Luo En nodded in approval: "But the movements during the transition can be more concise to reduce energy loss."

Daier nodded seriously and immediately attempted to adjust her movements according to Luo En's suggestion.

This is the daily life of the workshop—calm and fulfilling, with everyone constantly improving in their own positions.

Luo En walked along the corridor, silently pondering the countdown to the star ring convergence.

Everything was proceeding according to plan; his preparations were more than half complete, and the rest was waiting for that critical moment to arrive.

"Formal wizard..."

That would be the starting point of his true rise in this world, the beginning of a brand-new stage.

………………

The sixth layer of the abyss, "Labyrinth Domain".

The sky here—if it could be called a sky,

was presenting a nauseating dark purple, occasionally flashing with a few blinding scarlet lightning bolts, illuminating the intricate labyrinth structure below.

The labyrinth was not static but constantly squirming and deforming, like the internal organs of some huge creature.

The walls were composed of a substance that looked like rock but was as soft as flesh, the surface covered with tiny holes, occasionally spraying out some glowing gas.

These gases formed complex patterns in the air, then quickly dissipated.

The ground was a sticky black substance; every step would make an unsettling sucking sound, as if something was trying to devour the soul of the person stepping on it.

At a corner of the labyrinth, a mass of black mist gradually condensed, forming a human silhouette.

That was the true body of "Mr. Holy Plate"—unlike the clone killed by Lady Ailan in the bloodline altar, this body was stronger and more deformed.

Half of his face had completely melted, turning into a mass of squirming flesh, with dozens of eyes of different sizes open on it, each flickering with crazy light.

The other half of the face still maintained human characteristics, with pale skin and sharp eyes.

The right side of the body had completely deformed, the arm extended more than three times, and the fingertips turned into sharp bone blades;

the left side barely maintained a human form, only the skin was covered with countless tiny black runes, like some kind of parasite squirming under the skin.

The monster struggled to stand up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of filthy black liquid, and a hint of pain flashed in its eyes.

"Damn Ailan."

Mr. Holy Plate cursed in a low voice: "Didn't expect that half-crippled old woman to still retain such powerful strength."

His voice was hoarse and extremely unpleasant; every time he said a word, those deformed eyes would twitch violently once.

"The clone was completely destroyed, and the connection with the true body was also cut off... Fortunately, I was prepared and dispersed part of my consciousness in the heart core, otherwise, I'm afraid even the true body would have been severely damaged."

Mr. Holy Plate looked around, trying to identify his specific location.

But in the Labyrinth Domain, direction and distance are relative concepts, and even the passage of time is not the same.

"I must find the exit as soon as possible and return to the surface world."

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of urgency: "The plan cannot be interrupted here..."

Just at this moment, the surrounding space suddenly distorted.

The walls rippled like water waves, and the black substance under the ground began to boil, making a tooth-aching hissing sound.

A suffocating pressure struck from all directions, and even the air became sticky, as difficult to circulate as congealed blood.

Mr. Holy Plate's pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of fear engraved deep in his soul flashed across his face.

He was all too familiar with this kind of energy fluctuation—it was an existence several layers stronger than him approaching!

"Throne Holder..." His voice became trembling, and those deformed eyes turned wildly, as if looking for a path to escape.

However, in the Labyrinth Domain, escape is futile.

Especially when facing those true abyss masters.

Space shattered like glass, revealing the endless void behind it.

A shadow gradually emerged from the crack; the figure was so huge that Mr. Holy Plate had to look up to see its outline.

"Kneel, my servant."

A voice sounded in his mind; it was not a language transmitted through sound waves, but a mark branded directly on the soul.

Mr. Holy Plate's knees bent uncontrollably, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

He didn't even try to resist—in the core area of the abyss, facing the Supreme Apostle, any resistance was just adding to the joke.

The spatial crack continued to expand, and more figures emerged from it.

They had different forms, but each one exuded suffocating pressure.

The first to walk out was a strange humanoid creature.

Its body was composed of countless slender black threads; those threads constantly wove, separated, and recombined, making its form difficult to determine.

The only constant part was a pale spider mask embedded in the center of the "head" woven by the threads.

There were no facial features on the mask, only nine vertically arranged eyes, each of a different color, flickering with mysterious light like stars in the universe.

The threads not only formed its body but extended in all directions.

They disappeared into the darkness of the void, as if connecting countless parallel worlds.

"Void Spider" Ma Genusi—leader of the Supreme Apostles.

Mr. Holy Plate dared not look directly at that mask, only lowering his head, waiting for the verdict.

Behind Ma Genusi, two more figures appeared from the spatial crack.

One was a slender figure covered in silver scales, wrapped in complex scale armor all over, with only half a face exposed.

That half face was stunningly beautiful, as perfect and flawless as a work of art, yet exuding a heterogeneous beauty that transcended human aesthetics.

Her eyes were pure silver, without pupils, yet able to see through all falsehoods.

"Transmutation Daughter" Yi Sha Bei La—intelligence controller among the Supreme Apostles.

The other completely exceeded the scope of biological cognition.

It looked like a mass of mist constantly changing form, with countless tiny starlight flickering inside.

The mist would occasionally condense into a humanoid shape, then scatter again into a nebula, with only the grey-black heart in the center remaining constant.

The surface of the heart was covered with eyes—eyes of different races and different creatures, from humans to abyss creatures, everything.

Those eyes blinked constantly, as if observing the changes of countless worlds.

"Formless Mist" Na Si—time watcher among the Supreme Apostles.

Mr. Holy Plate's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Being able to see three Supreme Apostles at the same time, this "honor" usually means a fate worse than death.

"Raise your head, Holy Plate."

Ma Genusi's voice sounded in his mind again, his tone as calm as if discussing the weather:

"You don't need to be afraid; we summoned you today to entrust you with an important task."

Mr. Holy Plate hesitated for a moment before slowly raising his head, but still wisely avoided looking directly at the nine eyes on the spider mask.

"Your Majesty... I have failed; the clone was completely destroyed by that woman Ailan."

His voice was full of remorse and fear: "I failed the expectations of the Abyss Eye, failed the power bestowed upon me..."

Ma Genusi's thread body fluctuated slightly, and the nine eyes on the mask flickered with different lights.

"The plan has never been interrupted, Holy Plate. Failure is just a stepping stone to success."

His voice carried a certain transcendent calmness:

"Ailan's intervention was within my expectations; although her strength is damaged, her foundation remains. Dealing with her, you are indeed still lacking."

Yi Sha Bei La took a step forward, and a smile appeared on that half of her perfect face.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 223 =====