Chapter 581: Temporal Fault

Chapter 581: Chapter 227: Temporal Fault

“A taboo object?”

“Probably. The memory is too old, I can’t see any more than that. But I suggest you don’t touch it for now. Move it to the theater and find a corner to store it in.”

“Can I move the Pyramids on top?” Wei’en frowned. He didn’t have to care about the sealed object inside the carriage, but those Pyramids were useful for his upcoming plans.

“The ones hanging from the roof?” Arnold pointed at the silver Pyramids and pursed his lips. “You can do whatever you want with those things. They have nothing to do with the Sealing Array. The horses up front, on the other hand, are part of the Array.”

“The horses?” Wei’en was startled. He looked at the restless black steeds ahead, stamping their hooves. ‘They’re part of the Array?’

“Don’t be fooled because they look alive. In reality, they’re just projections from the ‘True’ world. You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it. Just think of them as the black shadows you fought before.”

Arnold spread his hands. “Without them, the Sealing Array wouldn’t be nearly as powerful.”

“You mean they’re the nexus for transferring power from the ‘True’ world?” Wei’en stared at the horses, his gaze growing colder, as if seeing the figure of the Master of True Slaughter in them.

“You could put it that way.”

Wei’en nodded, then waved his hand to take down the Pyramids hanging from the carriage, storing them one by one in his Space Ring.

[You have touched the repository of endless killing intent from the Master of True Slaughter, McCarthy. Because your Spiritual Power level is greater than 5000, you have successfully resisted the spiritual erosion. Evaluation: Why not try using Soul-Devouring Magic to devour them? It can increase your Origin, you know. Special Rewards: Survival Points +20, Spiritual Power Level +1, Resilience Level +1.]

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‘Devour them with Soul-Devouring?’

‘It can increase my Origin?’

Wei’en noticed the prompt on the panel and casually tossed one out for the phantoms to devour.

The moment the small Pyramid was bitten by four huge heads, it suddenly expanded dozens of times, becoming the size of a small mountain. Strange, clearly visible symbols on its surface flickered with a silvery-white light, as if resisting being devoured.

The phantoms and the Secret Master paid it no mind, opening their massive mouths wide to bite fiercely into the Pyramid’s edges and corners, eating it without any resistance.

“ROAR—”

As the Pyramid’s body was breached, countless illusory figures poured out from within.

There were men and women, old and young. Like souls, they charged ferociously at the four heads, letting out shrill shrieks as they tried to stop themselves from being devoured.

But soon, these illusory shadows were devoured completely, along with the Pyramid.

“Oh?”

Wei’en knew those illusory shadows were not souls, but spiritual bodies condensed from the killing intent absorbed from the Dream-Enterers.

Within this single Pyramid, there were thousands of such spiritual bodies… Who knew how many the Dusk Sect had collected over countless years.

[You have used Soul-Devouring Magic to devour the repository of endless killing intent from the Master of True Slaughter, McCarthy. Your Origin has been enhanced. Evaluation: Hahaha, I’d love to see that trash’s face when he’s furious and helpless… Special Reward: Origin +5.]

Huh?!

‘This much of an increase?’

Wei’en saw the number on the panel. The spiritual bodies condensed within a single Pyramid had given him a five-point increase in Origin Power. And… and he still had a hundred more…

‘Five hundred Origin? A five-thousand-point increase to his base attributes?!’

‘That’s almost triple the boost he got from killing the Deep Sea species and devouring its origin combined?’

The corners of Wei’en’s mouth curled up slightly, a gentle smile appearing on his face. “Looks like I have another reason to go after the Dusk Sect…”

HISS!

Seeing the young Wizard’s expression, Arnold couldn’t help but shiver. It reminded him of those unbearable days. He remembered Tina used to love smiling like that, too…

Whenever she smiled like that, it meant some poor bastard was about to be played for a fool…

“Uh, I suddenly feel I should tell you… about the ‘True’ world…”

“Oh? I’m listening. But wait a moment.”

After stowing away all the Pyramids, Wei’en took out the Golden Key, sent the carriage to the theater, and created a new space specifically to store it.

Once he was done, he returned to the sea’s surface.

During this time, Pavla, who was sitting at the dining table, wanted to speak, but after seeing his serious expression, she chose to keep her mouth shut, just like Shawa.

‘Besides… the feedback from her authority… He’s changed?’

Back on the surface, Wei’en brought Tina straight to the Leonard, chopped off the figurehead, and only then looked at the clown and said, “You can talk now.”

“Ah, that,” Arnold watched the figurehead carved in the likeness of the Lord of Dawn fall into the Deep Sea, and asked with a strange expression, “Why did you…”

“No reason. I just hate rats that hide in the dark,” Wei’en replied blandly.

He hadn’t forgotten the panel’s notification about being watched by the Lord of Dawn. After thinking it over, the ship’s figurehead was the most likely vessel for the Lord of Dawn to have spied on their battle.

‘If I didn’t get rid of it, was I supposed to just leave it on the ship and wait for him to keep spying?’

“Oh,”

Arnold swallowed. Although he also hated some of the True God Churches’ methods and had his doubts about the Lord of Dawn’s existence, to act against a True God… he’d have to be in a state of madness, at the very least…

“That ‘True’ world, if I’m not mistaken, should be a fault world.”

“What kind of fault?” Wei’en didn’t quite understand.

“A fault in time.”

“Time?”

“To put it simply, that bastard McCarthy used some unknown method to cut off a period of this world’s time and turn it into his own realm!”

‘A period of time?’

Wei’en suddenly recalled a notification he’d received from the panel before—about a period of time missing from everyone’s recognized history of this world.

‘The eight hundred years missing between the Old Calendar and the New Calendar?’

“You know?” Arnold raised an eyebrow, a flicker of doubt in his scarlet eyes. “You know which period of time was cut off?”

“Yes, I have a rough idea of when it was.” Wei’en nodded. “Do you remember a long time ago, you told me that 3,383 years have passed since the beginning of this era?”

“That’s right. What about it?”

“But in fact, I learned from Clelia that the Old Calendar lasted for a thousand years, while the New Calendar… has only been around for 1,578 years. There are nearly eight hundred years missing in between!”

“Old Calendar, New Calendar?”

Arnold looked thoughtful, unconsciously pinching his red nose. “Then that explains it. That bastard took advantage of the Divine Prohibition’s slumber to walk the world as a false god and steal that fault in time…”

“If he’s in a false god state, does that mean he hasn’t fully mastered the Slaughter Realm? Tsk tsk, what ambition. To plot for so long, and for *that* prize?”

“Hm?”

Hearing this, Wei’en also thought of the panel’s evaluation of the ‘True’ and ‘Slaughter’ Realms. ‘A false god who stole a realm?’

“This is getting more and more interesting… Hehehe-haha… This world is getting more and more interesting…”

A look of excitement spread across the clown’s face. He looked at Wei’en and said manically, “Do you know what it means that he hasn’t mastered the Slaughter Realm?”

Wei’en shook his head, quietly waiting for him to continue.

“It means other people can get their hands on it, too! Hehehe… What do you think? Kill him and steal the Slaughter Realm for yourself?”

“What about the ‘True’ part?”

“Urk…”

The clown’s smile froze. He bared his teeth and said, “That part must be devoured and merged back into this world. Otherwise, if he succeeds…”