William was rely thrust into the spotlight, a tool burdened with sha.
Behind him stood four classmates, all forr academic prodigies of their school. It was their abilities, coupled with the influence of the Magician, that allowed many projects to be initiated. It was not just the steam train; other projects had also entered the planning stage. Combining the local Magic Energy Industry, technological strength surged massively.
The five of them were still aiding the Magician in hunting down forr classmates, and people continued to be found dead at their hands.
The Magician only needed the five of them—to monopolize the technology. They had to ensure that all other classmates were eliminated, leaving their forr peers in peril.
However, Sharon was protected by the Sect and they currently did not dare to touch her. But the other classmates who were hiding were in imminent danger. She knew of a senior who was a mber of an Honorable-level Adventure Group in Lostra.
As for this Magician, his na remained unknown. They only referred to him by his official title. Only a very few knew of his actual strength. He was currently just a titular advisor to the Northern Prison’s comprehensive dical team and the Aran Court Astrologer, concealed within the upper echelons of power, influencing global affairs. In reality, his status was much higher, shrouded in extre secrecy.
It seed that only soone of the Pope’s stature might know his real na.
Liszt took a deep breath.
So, it was not only William—there were four more traitors. The Frost Rhododendron Blood-crying really was desperately eager this ti.
After that, Sharon also ntioned her proposed strategy for transformation.
Liszt and a few seniors used Corrosive Potions to unlock cells for other inmates sentenced to heavy penalties. In the records, they were now deed the masterminds behind a riot.
It was incredibly difficult to get back on track; she had no other options. The only strategy she could think of was for Liszt to go to the Central Western Wilderness to find her Boss.
This Boss had also beco the leader of a powerful rcenary group. She had a foothold in the Oasis Country of the Central Western Wilderness and could even speak with the King. Liszt could seek refuge with her. There was no hope of re-establishing himself in Aran. However, he had a good chance in that small country.
Liszt was speechless. He thought to himself, what level am I at now? You’re calling your Boss to take refuge with and earn a spot on the ship.
Sharon also spoke about her next plan.
She would stay hidden within the Eternal Sect. In order to counter the technological monopoly of those five traitors, she planned to reveal the truth to the higher-ups. The Pope would not stand idly by as the Emperor’s influence grew, and Sharon could possibly beco a bishop or a High Priest.
By then, pulling Liszt back on his feet would be a piece of cake.
However, she was also struggling, needing a reply from Liszt.
At the end of the letter, she ntioned a bizarre event—Sharon claid it was possible the Dragon Lord truly existed. A follower had died and co back to life, rejuvenated, carrying with him the "Dragon Lord’s True Prophecy," which was utterly inconceivable.
Liszt chuckled to himself, not making any connection to anything specific.
The letter concluded in a distinct Californian Girl style.
P.S.: I found a place better than a ferris wheel.
With that, the content of the letter ca to a complete end. Liszt cradled the three Golden Dragons Sharon had given him in his palm, his feelings quite conflicted.
In summary,
Sharon was doing well and preparing to make a big move. She aid to provide the Sect with technical support, beco soone of high standing, and then pull herself up out of the ss.
Liszt put away all the letters. With Sharon having little contact with the chaos outside, she was unaware of the undercurrents of this world. Without soone to back you, exposing your abilities would only lead to being crushed by others.
Even as prodigies, those college students could do so little; they could perhaps manage a steam train at best. Reaching the levels of the previous world’s complentary systems was impossible—not with five, not with fifty thousand students.
It was best if Sharon gave up that idea and just sat back to watch how he would start from scratch, strive to dominate the Western Continent, capture the Magician alive, and return to Earth.
And about this place better than a ferris wheel? Truly interesting.
"What are you grinning about?"
Dreya had unknowingly co to stand by the window.
Liszt shuddered, glancing at the door—it wasn’t open. He had locked it himself. The mad woman’s vampire-specific, bizarre Spells were just too terrifying.
Not to ntion he was an ancient vampire who had lived for centuries.
"What’s with the silly smile? Nothing."
Liszt chuckled awkwardly.
"Who sent you that letter?"
Dreya was a bit jealous, worried it might be from one of Liszt’s old flas. She sat resentfully on the bed, legs crossed, and stared coldly at Liszt.
"A relative. They know I’m mixing with pirates and are afraid I won’t have enough to eat, so they sent so money and talked about things back ho."
Liszt was making up stories on the spot.
How could he tell her these things? Her husband had made an enemy of one of the most fearso powers around, and they could be searched for and executed at any mont.
That would certainly drive you to desperation, wouldn’t it?
Having been with Dreya for several years, Liszt understood she genuinely had feelings for him, and it would be too costly to act impulsively and foolishly.
"Is that so."
Dreya was noncommittal. Since Liszt didn’t want to talk about it, she let it be, but there was still sothing she couldn’t forgive him for.
"Weren’t you saying you’d stay for good this ti? As soon as the handovers here were done, you’re leaving again, vanishing for months at a ti."
Dreya genuinely worried he might die out there. After asking the talkative Rein a few questions, she discovered the young man was even risking his life dueling with priests. The dangers he faced were truly alarming.
This ti, robbing the steam train turned out to be a heist of the century, fraught with even more danger.
"Of course, I’ll settle down. Once this job is finished, I’ll be back before the year’s end to celebrate the new year together. In fact, I’ll stay around Heaven Port for a good while, maybe even a year. Even if I have to go sowhere, it’ll only be a short trip. Didn’t you tell to shave my beard? Once I move into the castle, that won’t be necessary anymore."
That was what Liszt intended; now a ’Boss’, he no longer needed to act like the readily available gang leader; he had to assu the role of a high-end individual.
Dreya actually hoped Liszt would be an ambitionless good-for-nothing, that way he could safely live for a few decades, no problem.
But then, he wouldn’t be Liszt.
Perhaps, it was for this very reason that his blood possessed such powerful vitality.
At that mont, a knocking ca from outside the door.
Liszt had thought the letter was from the Lostra people, but it turned out to be an unexpected surprise that alleviated his earlier concerns.
He opened the door.
Outside stood a panicked Swan.
"The Lostra people... they’re really here, Goria’s communicator went off. They’re now on the island, ready to make the... exchange."
Swan’s sweat had drenched the hair on his face.
Because Goria had changed her mind and didn’t want to make Fafna a political tool, they had struck an agreent, so the communicator wasn’t sabotaged after all.
The original plan involved Dreya detaining that group on the island, but now everything was thrown into chaos. Sohow, the other party had landed without being detected by so many eyes.
The Lostra people had a recognizable appearance; could they have used so kind of Disguise Technique?
"Fuck, call everyone. No matter what, the exchange can only fail. We must adapt to the situation."
Liszt’s gaze shifted to Dreya; he ant for only Dreya to use her spells, to make that group go out of control and run amok, to kill both Goria and Caroso and silence them.
It had to be this way.
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