Mystical Journey

Beckstone and the other youth reacted at once, and stood in front of the old man. When they noticed the increasing number of Silver Totems around them, both of their faces soon became extremely unsightly.

"I’ll hold them off! You take Mr Noah away!" shouted the other youth in a low voice.

"No one will escape today!" sneered God Cloud. "Noah, give me the Earth Flower! A Precious Heirloom like that can only show its true value in the hands of President Hellgate!"

Noah did not show the slightest hint of worry. Instead, he looked towards God Cloud with a mysterious smile on his face.

Pfft!

A flash of golden light appeared in front of them immediately.

Beckstone and the youth were blinded for a moment, unable to see anything.

"Amplified delivery technique!! Noah, how dare you!!!" When he heard God Cloud’s furious voice, a panicked feeling washed over him as he reached over and grabbed in Noah’s direction, but his hands merely met air.

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Many days later…

The depths of the North Sea.

Garen’s body, frozen inside the icicle, had a sudden, slow movement. .

The sound of quiet footsteps echoed from the deepest, darkest end of the plaza, in front of the icicle.

Ivycius had accompanied Skyharp to collect medicinal herbs, leaving Garen alone underneath the deep sea. This was the bottom of the deep sea, the darkest and coldest place in the entire North Sea. Under normal circumstances, no one would ever dare, or even be able to come here. However, an exception had appeared now.

The sound of footsteps grew clearer, before a person slowly emerged from the darkness..

This plaza was isolated from the rest of the seawater using a specialized technique. A large cavity formed in the area that allowed noise to reverberate through the ice plaza continuously, like the endless echoes across a valley.

Pap… Pap… Pap… Pap… Pap…

The person stopped in front of Garen. Its human like figure was completely shrouded within black mist, making it impossible to see its attire, appearance, skin color, and even its hair color.

The figure raised its head slightly to look at Garen, suspended within the gigantic icicle.

"I designed a stage, and I was wondering if Palace Master Garen would be interested to come in and see it?" The figure’s voice was neither male nor female. Instead, it was a completely specialized and neutral, an obvious sign that it had been processed beforehand, making it impossible to distinguish the speaker’s gender.

"Oh?" An unusually graceful male voice could be heard from the icicle. "What a secretive fellow… I don’t even know your identity, yet you dived into the depths of the North Sea just to say these mysterious words to me?"

The figure smiled. Although it was covered by black mist, Garen could still sense that it was smiling.

"The world is balanced, and the order of survival of all creation depends on this battle. We reap only what we sow. . Aren’t these the laws that govern the universe?"

Garen remained silent, as he waited to hear what the other person would say next.

"Throughout the entire polar region of the North Sea, areas spanning more than hundreds of nautical miles have turned into poisonous and forbidden marine territories. Palace Master, although you willingly decided to conceal yourself here for more than a year and withstood these abominable environments as the price to pay for scattering, do you truly not desire the next stage in your quest for power ?"

Once the figure stopped speaking, silence once again covered the plaza. .

Garen calmly focused his attention on the other party. .

"Did you come here just to speak. ?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course not." The figure smiled again. "I came to give Your Excellency an unexpected surprise."

They had just finished speaking, before the figure turned into a shroud of black mist suddenly and flowed into the icicle. The black mist had merely come into contact with the ice before the sound of corrosion hissed loudly. .

Moments later, the black mist passed through the icicle, before entering into Garen’s nostrils.

Seconds, minutes ticked by, before Garen finally shook slightly and opened his eyes again.

"King of Ender… How generous!" A satisfied smile finally appeared on Garen’s face.

Simultaneously, a strong quake could be felt from the direction Ender was in. Even in the depths of the North Sea, these vibrations were strong enough to be noticeable. Garen gladly accepted the King of Ender’s gift. .

She had lost. During the secret fight in Eternal Night Palace, Hellgate had forcibly defeated the powerful Giant Divine Statue soldiers, before controlling them with his mysterious energy, quietly turning them into his puppets in the end. However, this strong willed woman had not given up. Instead, she took the key knowledge and memories that she had stored earlier, and placed them inside a clone that she had prepared, before turning it into Garen’s gift.

This was the stage she was talking about.

Yes, the stage had already been built. . The only missing piece was the debut of the main character. .

A giggle could be heard, before black threads once again appeared in Garen’s eyes. .

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Ender Kingdom

Numerous local Ender professionals, diplomatic envoys from various countries, Totem Users, and representatives of both major and minor forces were all waiting for the doors of Eternal Night Palace to open again, as well as the arrival of the final outcomes.

Pale flower petals fluttered like rain in the wind, while the sound of hymns turned into numerous tiny silver lights that flew around the expanse of the rocky city.

Within the largest area among the five main sections of the city, inside one of the secret aristocratic buildings.

Goth sat in front of the third floor window steadily, while a familiar-looking woman sat opposite him.

"Jessica…"

"Aren’t you happy to see me?" asked Jessica with a smile as she sat opposite him. She was clad in a long, pale white dress, as she intertwined all ten of her fingers of both hands on the table casually, currently free of any heroic spirit.

"How is our child? Is everything still alright?"

Goth remained silent. . He turned his head and looked out of the window; the pale flower petals and silver dots of light that cascaded like snowflakes had now piled up into a thick layer on the roof, on the opposite side of the street. The entirety of the Ender Kingdom had turned into a sparkling silver field, and every building seemed as if it had been covered in a layer of silver fluorescent powder.

"Coincidences don’t happen in this world often. Why did you have to pick such a key moment to return…"

"I don’t know," shrugged Jessica. "Perhaps the Totem that’s controlling me decided to do this. It was involuntary. A little boat floating on the sea wouldn’t know when a wave would come and swallow it either."

When Jessica noticed that Goth’s face had matured, she smiled faintly.

"Goth, don’t you want us to return to the past, to that period of time in the beginning, when we were at our happiest?" She spoke in a kind, gentle voice, her soft gaze set on man in front of her.. He was the most important man in her life; her one and only.

"Those were the happiest days of my life…" Goth smiled reluctantly but felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart for some strange reason.

"That person said that as long as you help me do something, she’ll release the control she has on me," smiled Jessica sweetly.

Looking at Jessica’s sweet, familiar smile tugged and squeezed at Goth’s heart, , forcing him to close his eyes. Vaguely, he knew that something incomparably pure in his life had slowly begun to shatter. .

Jessica, who was opposite him, stood up and walked over quietly, before embracing Goth’s head against her chest.

"I know that you love me more than anything in the world , only you…" She nestled her chin against the top of Goth’s forehead, while her eyes betrayed the traces of resentment, pain, and insanity intertwined within. .

"As long as you destroy Garen’s life, just one life… she’ll finally release me."

No one knew, that after the many times that Garen had provoked Obscuro Society, Jessica, whom they were controlling, would be used as a tool to vent their anger. She was heavily injured, to the point of death, time after time, and had suffered various types of torture. At the end of the day, she would be locked in the deepest part of the filthy underground water dungeon with nothing but cockroaches and insects as food.

Before she arrived, she had once again suffered the hand of violent abuse. . The woman that appeared suddenly changed her methods, and chose to torture her continuously instead. She did not know what had upset the other woman, but it was clear that Obscuro Society had once again suffered a great loss at the hands of Garen..

But, it didn’t matter. She was already used to it.

Violent beatings like this did not bring her pain, but stirred a faint, strangely pleasant sensation within her instead. Compared to the torture that she had suffered in the past, this was merely child’s play.

However, what made her the happiest, was the thought that she would finally be free, as long as she killed Garen. That incredibly successful Black Swamp Palace Master, Garen.

Why did she have to suffer in the damp, cold, smelly water dungeon, while he lived comfortably in a magnificent palace?

While she suffered various kinds of torture and was beaten up mercilessly, the others were busy enjoying themselves and having fun…

Hehehe…

Jessica could not help but giggle softly.

So many days had passed, but no one had found her, or even remembered her. She was forgotten, left in a corner of the world, forced to suffer a repetitive life of dark, endless days. .

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Black Prince leaned against his mother’s chest quietly, like a newborn baby, a sentimental smile on his face.

"If I’m able to wake the dragon up again, what will you be willing to give up in exchange?" A low male voice rang out behind him.

"Everything," answered Black Prince softly.

His vision blurred, before Black Prince realised that he was staring at the diplomat in front of him, while the other person was currently explaining the situation of the Ender Kingdom finals.

He was seated on the throne in the main section of the Ambassadorial Hall while the Dragonfield Totem User officials filled the seats on both his left and right sides.

"My thoughts wandered off again…"

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As she walked through the street corners of the rocky city, it seemed as if the excitement of the finals had spread throughout every block in the Kingdom.

Queen Earnest was dressed in plain clothes, and resembled a fragile, pretty young girl. She held Green Dragon Swordsman’s wrists, making them seem like a romantic young couple strolling through the various stalls, occasionally buying cheap but cute accessories.

Although they were squeezed by the crowd, neither of them seemed impatient at all.

"Could we not participate in the movement this time?" For an unknown reason, Green Dragon Swordsman felt an indescribable sense of worry when he looked at Her Majesty the Queen’s cheerful smile. As her long time Green Dragon Sword companion, he had an extremely sensitive instinct towards matters of survival.

Waves of uneasiness constantly stirred within his mind..

"Don’t worry. The numerous Precious Heirlooms are the price we have to pay, while the resources of the defense foundations of the Three Territories will be used as the core. Therefore, all three of us controllers will only require a small amount of blood as a form of permission. There will be no danger at all," said Queen Earnest as she brought the swordsman’s arm towards her chest slowly, letting it rest there.

"It was really difficult for us to get here. Tonight, I am yours…" the Queen whispered as she gently leaned against the swordsman..

"Let’s get married when we return." A trace of gentle warmth appeared on Green Dragon Swordsman’s cold, but handsome face.

"Mmhmm."

A light breeze blew past, while fluttering silver dots and flower petals fell on the Queen’s long hair. Coupled with her milky white skin and pale lips, she was definitely the most beautiful creature in that moment. .