"If it were in the past, you’d surely show a hint of mischievous amusent, smiling at the ’Doomsday Trumpeter’ and saying... Look at this, truly fate binds us tightly, we part ways only to et again."
"But now, with the ’Master of Millions’ and ’Lord of Deception’ joining forces, waiting for the ’Divine Curse’ to dissipate, intending to pry open the gates of the ’Mysterious Town’ to devour Asgard’s land, their target set squarely upon you, coupled with nurous pillars encircling, the dire situation leaves no space for levity. Instead, you speak frankly and directly... "
"Honorable ’Doomsday Pillar,’ please help escape from here."
"As for the reason, you did not elaborate, believing that the stature of the ’Naless Land’ surely allows it to discern what’s about to befall ’Asgard’."
"What unsettles you is that the ’Doomsday Trumpeter’ does not reply directly but instead cryptically utters... Doom Pillar? I don’t like that appellation."
"Why?"
"Because for beings like us, symbols aren’t power—they’re shackles."
"The ’Doomsday Trumpeter’s’ voice is laden with sighs and resignation; it’s the first ti you’ve witnessed it express such rich emotion."
"A thought flickers through your mind; connecting the ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ and the ’Mysterious Town’s’ pursuit of a successor, you arrive at further conjectures about the essence of the ’Four Indescribable Lands.’"
"Then, suddenly,"
"A phantom tide rises again in the unseen domain, seeking to drown your spirituality, but as it still hasn’t crossed that boundary, it cannot fully materialize."
"This abruptly halts your chaotic thoughts—you dare not continue pondering."
"Under imminent peril, you can keenly perceive that as the ’King of Nature’ is being herded away, the previously erging Divine Curse is dissipating rapidly; there’s little ti left. Cutting to the chase, you repeat again... No matter the na, please help escape from here."
"After speaking,"
"you await the other’s response."
"In your view, the ’Doomsday Land’ has staked its wager on you, placing its chips entirely in your corner, and will undoubtedly strive to assist you in breaking free. This conviction underpins your choice."
"But what you find unbearable is that, under your expectant gaze, the ’Doomsday Land’ quietly shakes its head and says... Sorry, I cannot help you."
"Unable to restrain yourself, you ask in disbelief... Why?"
"’The Devious Chains’ has already taken asures to thwart my intervention, to hinder ’Dream’s’ interference, and to block ’Shiny’s’ involvent. You cannot see it; you cannot sense it, not because it doesn’t exist, but because the clashing at this level is far beyond comprehension,’ the ’Doomsday Trumpeter’ explains slowly, its voice tinged with regret."
"Yet the regret is rely scant."
"For beings belonging to the ’Naless’ realm, to lose a wager is rarely an earth-shattering affair."
"But for you, the revelation is akin to heaven collapsing and earth tumbling, shocking you to the core..."
"’Shiny’ must be another ’Naless Land,’ a honorary title for the ’Golden Realm’s’ ruler. The ’Master of Millions’ long foresaw interventions from other naless lands and strategized sufficient counterasures."
"How did it manage this?"
"Your heart churns with bitter resentnt. Though there remains the chance to use the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ to restart the line of destiny, you cannot believe that the ’Master of Millions’ wouldn’t also have calculated ways to obstruct both the ’Teleportation Scroll’ and the Truth Hall’s guiding resonance."
"Clinging to a shred of hope, you beseech... Exalted ’Naless Land,’ is there truly no other way?"
"The ’Doomsday Trumpeter’s’ grave voice resounds... Originally, there was a chance, but alas, the mont you set foot again upon the ’Doomsday Land,’ that last sliver of opportunity vanished."
"Its words stir your soul."
"The dormant tide within your heart rekindles with newfound hope."
"You hastily ask... What was that thod?"
"Perplexed by your insistence to obsess over a chance that has already slipped away, the ’Doomsday Trumpeter’ still explains... I hold an authority nad ’Jester who Teases the Crown,’ allowing to bend the rules to a certain extent. If you were to possess the ’Disaster Furnace,’ invoke the corresponding honorary na of this authority, I could exert the relevant power to simultaneously separate you physically while conceptually anchoring you on this land, thus eluding ’The Devious Chains’ gaze. Sadly, from the very mont you entered the ’Doomsday Land,’ that opportunity ceased to exist."
"Taking ten seconds to parse the implications of its words, you find yourself utterly astounded and bewildered."
"Contrary to your previous assumptions,"
"the opportunity ntioned by the ’Doomsday Trumpeter’ wasn’t about employing the Teleportation Scroll or utilizing the Truth Hall’s guiding function."
"You..."
...
"In the real world,"
"upon reading the text, Yang Qizhou outwardly maintains composure while inwardly shaken to his core. After employing the power of the ’Spiritual Dragon’ to shield from ’Mr. Death’s’ perception, he can’t help but murmur lowly in astonishnt... If that’s the case, wouldn’t only by simultaneously choosing both ’First’ and ’Second’ options, the ga character be able to escape the current dire straits."
"It’s no wonder Yang Qizhou arrives at such a conclusion."
"According to the ’Doomsday Trumpeter’s’ description, only under the condition of not entering the ’Doomsday Land’ while simultaneously chanting the full honorary na of ’Jester who Teases the Crown,’ could the character escape Asgard smoothly, evading the scrutiny of pillars such as the ’Master of Millions’ and ’Lord of Deception.’"
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