Chapter 1073 - 27: Can You Reroll the Starting Stats? (Part 2)

Chapter 1073: Chapter 27: Can You Reroll the Starting Stats? (Part 2)

"Finally, I have a little bit of a foundation at home..."

Surveying such a vast array and quantity of inventory, Gu Mo felt a heartfelt sense of satisfaction.

At this moment, his hamster nature as a player and his nature as a dragon species seamlessly merged together, resonating with excitement.

Speaking of which, the habit of bringing shiny things back to the nest belongs only to dragons, hamsters, and some goddesses... If this inventory were displayed, who knows how many contracts a Venus Demon would sign to sell themselves to obtain it. — He casually thought, and then nonchalantly selected a portion of materials from the warehouse, primarily choosing those in large quantities and rich in spirituality.

When it’s time to consume, consume...

It’s not really meaningful to hoard without using them; now is the time to utilize them.

The magician simply sorted through the materials, picked out the right amount, and divided the remainder into several parts, setting them aside for backup.

With a snap of his fingers, a mysterious line pattern naturally appeared on the altar, seemingly containing unimaginable secrecy... That’s basically it; although he couldn’t understand the language of Ancient Hermes or Giant, theoretically speaking, any language containing mystery and capable of harnessing natural power should suffice.

This is quite feasible, as the magician certainly does not lack such languages, having already mastered divine languages.

Yet...

Perhaps there’s no need for such grand efforts; just using Chinese may be enough.

After all, considering the arcane worldview alone, Chinese is definitely more ancient than any Ancient Hermes language, being the language system from the "Earth era" before the First Epoch. Moreover, a certain God of Poverty conducted rituals in modern Chinese before crossing over, and later when Ah Meng attempted to steal his thoughts, he also tried using Chinese to chant the prayer spell, which indeed elicited a response, causing the God of Poverty to immediately hear the prayers...

Therefore, whether or not Chinese meets the "capable of harnessing natural power" criterion, it can at least be affirmed that it can achieve the desired effect in this matter, and that’s already sufficient.

The thought passed through his mind, and the magician knowingly lowered his gaze, chuckling softly.

"Fool from a bygone era..."

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog..."

"The Yellow and Black King who presides over good fortune..."

If the God of Poverty is currently in office, then the earlier silly spell may very well take effect, as it precisely pinpoints the true identity of the God of Poverty, even enveloping the true names before and after the crossing. However, after a brief contemplation, the magician opted for a more formal version, not for fear of startling the counterpart, but considering deeper reasons.

Zhou Mingrui or Klein could be the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, could be the "Fool," could be the "Profound Yellow Immortal Venerable" —

But conversely, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the "Fool" or "Profound Yellow Immortal Venerable" might not necessarily be Zhou Mingrui or Klein.

Thus, if the Master of the Washroom has not yet descended and undertaken that fate, then it’s simply a futile endeavor. Conversely, using the proper standard spell at least holds a chance to target that tangible existence with a higher probability of receiving a response... Based on such reasoning, the choice is self-evident.

There was no response, but he wasn’t disheartened, decisively halting the ritual and adjusting the symbolic representations.

Adjust a few more times, and he’ll definitely seize the proper insight.

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In the depths of the unknown, dim and profound.

Countless transparent shadows intertwine and float about, like shimmering waves emerging in a fantastic, mysterious sea, leaping and drifting unpredictably across the surface. Above the sea, seven extremely bright pure lights reside at an infinite height; they differ in colors but seemingly contain infinite knowledge.

Above these seven pure lights lies an endless expanse of gray-white mist, with the pure lights and mist jointly encircling the mysterious place at the peak. Above the gray fog stands an ancient palace, majestic and grand, vague and ambiguous, alternating between being visible and invisible.

Imposing in its solemnity, it appears to survey all things from on high.

Eternally silent, seemingly unchanged through millennia.

Until, without warning at a certain moment, illusory ripples were suddenly stirred, spreading out like rings of waves, as layers of phantom prayers echoed, yet naturally there was no response within the empty palace.

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Simultaneously, almost at the exact same moment.

At a great cosmic distance, a blue star quietly moved through the void.

On the Northern Continent of that star, within the kingdom named Intis, in a chamber constructed with extreme secrecy, of unknown location.

"Huh?"

A young man dressed in luxurious attire, with slightly curly chestnut hair, seemed to come to his senses from a trance-like state. He paused for a few seconds before realizing what had transpired, his face instantly lit up with joy, gazing longingly at the silver medal in his hand, his eyes almost glowing, overtly expressing excitement.