“What’s the rest of this sentence?!”
Truth panicked. She directly grabbed this Third-Rank Blasphemer’s collar and asked anxiously, “So there’s a Fusion Class system after the Dual Class System? Is that real or fake?”
“I, I, I… I don’t know! I was just brought here to work. I don’t know anything!”
The Blasphemer hurriedly explained. This was his first time facing a demon up close. He almost had a cardiac arrest.
And he was indeed not lying. He had just arrived ten minutes ago. He had only carved two characters before Truth picked him up and interrogated him.
Sigh… If not for the wage of one Gold Coin a day, he wouldn’t have come to deal with demons no matter what!
After another round of questioning, Truth learned that the second half of this sentence had already been fully delivered to Wangsheng City yesterday. She muttered:
“Damn it, so I have to go to Wangsheng City to look for it?”
“How are you so excited? Could it be that you can read these words?” Elemental Demon Balisi asked.
“No, just a little curious.” Next, Truth secretly scanned the four message boards around, but unfortunately didn’t find any useful clues. They were basically all dirty jokes.
“I see…” Balisi said thoughtfully and continued:
“And besides the Ancient Human Script that the Gods care so much about, I also discovered a shocking secret about the Arena. That is, besides being able to operate it by voice, it can also be operated using a transparent panel, and it can control even more things!”
“Oh? So you can also see the various panels of the Arena?”
“No, I can’t see them, but some humans can! Eighty years ago, we captured many humans to entertain in the Arena. Among them, one human actually activated the Arena’s Mid-match Pause Mode, immobilizing everyone present. It was very miraculous.
Later, under my interrogation, he told me that since childhood he could see some transparent text in specific places. After growing up, he learned that it was ancient script. Unfortunately, he also couldn’t understand the secrets of the ancient script.
It wasn’t until he came to my Arena that, in order to survive, he decided to try controlling the panel that had been floating in the center of the Arena to see if he could create a miracle. And he actually succeeded.”
“Wow, there’s such a thing…” Truth lowered her head and thought for a moment. It was indeed a bit strange.
Normally, NPCs should be able to see the Arena’s panels like Players do, but why, after five hundred years, only a few humans could see them?
“Later, I kept that human to study the Arena’s ‘remote control’. He lived up to expectations and created some functions I had never seen before, like modifying terrain, randomly refreshing weapons, and so on.
But until one time, he tried to click the ‘X’ in the upper right corner of the panel, and the Arena panel instantly disappeared, never to be found again. He said he didn’t know how to get it back. In a fit of anger, I killed him.
Afterward, I also asked Soros about it. It said that some humans are indeed born with all kinds of strange Blessings, like the Eye of Absolution. That human’s ability to see the Arena panel might just be his special Blessing.”
“Actually, just bring up the virtual keyboard and press ‘Esc’ and it’ll be fine…”
“Virtual keyboard? ‘Yi Ai Si Xi’? I don’t understand. But it sounds like you know more. Over the years, I’ve captured many humans, but never found anyone who could see the Arena panel. Until you appeared. I never thought a Demon could have a special Blessing.”
Looking at Balisi’s expressionless face, Truth was speechless again. What did he mean by “I never found anyone who could see the Arena panel over so many years”?
Clearly the previous person had closed the panel. It would be strange if the next person could see it, you know!
“So, are you willing to work with me? I’ll make you my new Executive and Arena Manager. Usually, I can let you fix matches and skim some profits, no problem.”
Balisi once again extended an olive branch to Truth:
“And you were able to one-shot Jialade. That should be a Blood Demon around the upper level of the Sixth Rank, right? That’s simply rare among rares. Where exactly did you pop up from? Forget it, don’t ask where a good thing comes from. So, what do you say? Join me? I can promise you this…”
As he spoke, Balisi’s body writhed, tearing a small rift in the air in front of him. A short knife that looked extremely powerful slowly slid out from it.
This was a reverse-grip knife with a transparent handle. Moreover, the transparent handle was not attached to the blade, but was firmly held together by a powerful gravitational force. Very unusual.
But even more peculiar was its blade, completely twisted and covered by a black hole.
The black hole slowly rotated, devouring the surrounding light and even space itself, emanating a chilling gravity and aura of destruction.
Gravity Reverse Grip Knife, Extraordinary-grade dagger!
Truth’s eyes instantly lit up. This was the first time since her transmigration that she had encountered equipment so perfectly suited for her!
Although Extraordinary-grade equipment’s applicable range was only from Fourth Rank to Ninth Rank, after being exposed to a bunch of crappy equipment in Deya City, Truth felt that this Extraordinary-grade weapon was so attractive for the first time.
‘Heh, as expected, it’s very attractive to this guy,’ Balisi thought.
Then he touched the floating Gravity Reverse Grip Knife, causing its space-twisting edge to tremble slightly, and continued:
“You like it? I promise you, as long as you work for me for ten full years and then teach me how to control the Arena, this dagger will be yours!”
Demons’ lifespans are generally around a thousand years. Ten years is just a snap of the fingers for ordinary demons.
So the conditions Balisi offered were actually very tempting, equivalent to directly giving the reverse-grip knife to Truth.
But he didn’t really want to give it anyway.
‘This is an Extraordinary-grade weapon! I’m reluctant to use it myself, and I want to give it to you? Just letting you feast your eyes on it should be enough.’
Once he learned how to control the Arena’s operation panel, Balisi would find a good opportunity to eliminate Truth.
After all, this Blood Demon thing was pretty terrifying. Who knows when it might stab you in the back?
Very frightening. Raising a tiger is asking for trouble. Better to deal with it as soon as possible.
Balisi was very satisfied with his clever plan. It was just that his little scheme was too obvious to Truth…
Truth shook her head and smiled helplessly.
She wondered if this was the setting for all NPC Demons: that demons are very faithful when it comes to breaking promises.
So does that count as a kind of integrity?
‘Sigh, at first I thought this eight-rank Elemental Demon would just attack me directly. But it actually wants to use me first and then attack. Well, fine. I can’t be bothered to waste words…’
Then, without agreeing or rejecting Balisi’s proposal, Truth extended her small claw and said to him:
“What are you mumbling about? Give it to me!”
One hour later, in the deep night when White Belly was about to rise from the horizon, Chaos Demon Soros, who had finished exploring the entire Dea Plateau, turned his gaze toward the Southern Marshes in the south.
“It seems there are no clues on the Dea Plateau. Next, I’ll go check over there. And while I’m at it, I’ll ask my old friend how the cooperation with Wangsheng City is progressing. Heh, the Ancient Human Script must contain secrets that the Gods fear!”
Soros activated his will and summoned the Demon Overlord of the Southern Marshes, Balisi. But a minute passed, and Balisi never “answered the call.”
“Hm? Why isn’t he responding? Could something have happened?”
At the bottom of the Chaotic Abyss, Soros aimed his large eye toward the direction of the Thousand Lakes City Ruins.
His powerful magic directly crossed thousands of kilometers to spy on the ruins.
Soon, he quickly discovered the problem. Because on the surface of the ruins at that moment, the aura of Demons was everywhere!
Demons were frantically pouring out of the fifteen exits of the Thousand Lakes Arena, as if escaping something terrifying.
So Soros directly invaded the mind of a random Third-Rank Dark Demon, released a powerful pressure, and demanded:
“What happened that made you all so panicked?”
“B-Balisi… Lord Balisi is dead!” The Dark Demon, whose mind was being coerced, replied in pain.
“Dead? How did he die?!”
“I… I only saw Lord Balisi suddenly come to the center of the Arena and say something like ‘How dare you, you actually have the guts to steal my stuff’. It seemed he wanted to duel with some entity in the Arena.”
“Then he lost?”
“No, no duel happened. After that, before Lord Balisi had even finished speaking, we saw his head directly fall off his body… And then, and then he died!”
The most powerful Demon that the Demons of the Southern Marshes could encounter on a daily basis was Balisi.
But now Balisi had been instantly killed in one encounter by some entity.
At the same time, the hierarchical rules that had been maintained in the Arena for a hundred years collapsed instantly.
In an instant, panic filled the hearts of all Demons, causing them to instinctively want to flee the Thousand Lakes Arena.
“There’s such a thing?!”
After hearing this Dark Demon’s explanation, a shocked Soros directly crushed the former’s mind, turning it into his temporary puppet, and squeezed back into the Thousand Lakes Arena.
As soon as he entered, he saw Balisi’s corpse lying in the center of the Arena like a dead dog. And…
Soros also smelled a trace of Blood Demon aura on him…