Chapter 870 - A Question That Strikes The Heart

Genres:LitRPG Author:Cuttlefish That Loves Diving wordCount:1136 updated:24/11/04 00:41:39
Upon gaining recognition, Derrick was taken aback for two seconds. His shame lessened as he said, somewhat embarrassed, “I will take further steps to understand this matter.”

Upon seeing this, Klein made The World hoarsely say, “If it involves the domain of Death, you can seek my advice.”

As for Frank Lee’s new mushrooms, he had no plans on transferring them to Little Sun, as they were still incomplete. The “fruits” that were eventually produced were filled with poison and madness.

“Thank you, Mr. World,” Derrick answered gratefully.

After a short exchange regarding other matters, the Tarot Club entered the “learning” segment until it ended.

Returning to the real world, Klein immediately wanted to resolve the problem of the Marauder demigod, but the plan he conceived of was met with an obstacle at the first step.

He had no idea where to find Leonard Mitchell and the grandpa inside his body!

That was to ask the magic mirror!

Drawing the symbols that implied “concealment” and “mystery prying,” Klein cast his gaze at the full-body mirror. He saw aqueous light ripple, producing white Loenese text:

“Exalted Great Master, your puny, loyal and humble, terrified servant, Arrodes, is here to answer your summoning.

“Before answering any questions, I want to say:

“I was wrong! I was wrong!”

Klein pricked up his brows and asked, “Why are you suddenly admitting to a mistake?”

On the mirror, the white Loenese words warped and turned into new words:

“In short, I was wrong…”

After a series of ellipses, the white words trembled into shape.

“Recently, there have been many people trying to find out about you, and they have learned of the reputation of your present identity…”

The full-body mirror’s words remained white as it formed new words:

“Will you forgive me?

“No, I mean, are you willing to watch my subsequent performance?”

“Yes, Great Master!” The mirror surface’s ghastly white words bloomed with silver light. “Since you have summoned me, do you have a question to ask me?”

Klein nodded.

“Yes.

“Where will Leonard Mitchell be living in the next few days?”

The silver marks distorted quickly, forming new words:

“7 Pinster Street.”

Beneath the words, the aqueous light rippled, forming a scene:

It was a terrace house numbered Unit 7. There was a black-haired, green-eyed youth just about to get his keys.

Compared to directly informing the grandpa in Leonard’s body about the Marauder demigod, using Pallez Zoroast’s or Amon’s name to warn the target to force him to leave the area was a milder method that led to fewer repercussions!

The mirror’s surface had aqueous light ripple out as the scene changed.

On a thick carpet with beautiful embroidery, there was a small leather sofa. On the surface of the single-seater was a white, furry cushion. In the middle of it was a gray rat. Compared to its kind, its eyes were closer to dark red.

The scene fixed as silver lines surfaced:

“Great Master, what other instructions do you have for me?”

“Tell him that all around this street there is an angel from the Marauder pathway with ill intentions plying it. Furthermore, Blasphemer Amon might come at any time.”

“Alright, Master. I’ll do it immediately!” The words on the mirror sparkled.



In Hazel’s room, the gray rat felt his spiritual perception stirred as he hurriedly stood up and cast his gaze on the full-body mirror in the room.

On the surface of the mirror, words that seemed to be written with fresh blood that had yet to coagulate appeared.

“Leave this area!”

The gray rat’s gaze froze for a second as it fell silent for a moment.

“Why?”

The blood seemed to flow as the words spread out and formed new words:

“The surrounding area has an angel from the Marauder pathway in urgent need of replenishment plying it. This pathway is the nemesis of all High-Sequence Beyonders. Blasphemer Amon is rushing over.

“I’m warning you because I do not wish for ‘Them’ to benefit.”

The gray rat squeaked softly before asking in a deep voice, “Who are you?”

It was extremely frustrated, frustrated that the strength it accumulated would often be forced to be drained. Otherwise, it could use Astromancy to confirm the situation.

The full-body mirror which had dimmed at some point in time suddenly had bloody words appear again, presenting new information:

“I’ve already answered one question of yours. Based on the principle of reciprocity, it’s my turn to ask.”

Following that, a new line of bloody-red text appeared underneath:

“After you hurriedly parasitized a rat, you should be influenced by the body’s construct and hormones. Now, which entity will make you have the desire to mate:

“Female human, male human, female rat, male rat, or all of the above?

“Please answer.”

At this moment, Hazel cracked open the door. And for some reason, the gray rat inside didn’t notice it, seemingly affected by something.

The door opened slightly again as Hazel discovered that the entity who claimed to be a demigod that existed in legends was staring at the mirror in a daze. It seemed infatuated with its present appearance: a gray rat.

Then, she saw the gray rat’s body tremble, its red eyes effusing a clear murderous look.

“Stop fooling around with me!” the gray rat growled.

It turned its head to leave the room, but invisible chains suddenly bound its rat’s body!

This strength wasn’t anything for it to fear when it was in its optimal state, but now, everything it had accumulated had been drained. The latest action was to infuse a dream to the Beyonder bodyguard whom Dwayne Dantès had hired.

A thick, silver bolt of lightning descended down from the sky, smiting the gray rat.

The scene before Hazel’s eyes turned blinding-white as she couldn’t see anything. Immediately, her vision recovered as she found the gray rat on the ground, charred black. Its limbs were twitching.