There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 496

Chapter 496: Chapter 434: Sixth Palace (Additional update for “Wu Jiu Qi”/book review) Chapter 496: Chapter 434: Sixth Palace (Additional update for “Wu Jiu Qi”/book review) At the far end of nurous subspaces, where the real world and illusion intertwine, in the rifts of the space-ti torrent.

A beam of light passed through the darkness and layers of mist, ascending along the staircase before finally disappearing into a tall tower, where golden text was inscribed onto the stone slabs inside.

“There’s so good news and so bad news, which do you want to hear first?”

A burly man with a muscular physique stood beside the stone slabs, his bright golden eyes fixed on the ssage [Sequence 3998769], voicing out gravely.

In the great hall, two girls were playing a ga of chess.

Without turning their heads, one of them said, “The bad news.”

“Hmm?

Why do you want to hear the bad news first?”

“Keep yapping and I’ll knock your lights out!” exclaid the redheaded woman with a snap as she slapped a black piece onto the chessboard.

“Okay, okay, the good news is, Sequence 3998769’s subspace collapsed, so we don’t have to keep an eye on it anymore.

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The bad news is that since 3998769 has collapsed, we’ve got one fewer source of Faith Power,” the burly man sighed as he spoke.

Hearing this, the two chess players didn’t find anything unusual; the redhead simply asked again, “The work of the Abyss?”

“Seems like it’s the Abyss…

err, seems not…

hiss, seems like it is the Abyss after all?”

“…”

The burly man muttered to himself for a while, but no one responded to him; the two girls just leisurely continued to place their chess pieces.

After a mont, he frowned and said, “I’ve figured it out.

3998769 did indeed emit the aura of the Abyss, but it wasn’t destroyed by the Abyss.

The subspace ended its collection of Faith Power normally, but an external force interfered with it when it was feeding back the data.”

“What external force?

I rember that 3998~769 is a level 3 Script Space, right?

Which player has that kind of power?” The redheaded woman propped her cheek in her hand and turned to look over at him.

“It wasn’t a player,” the burly man’s voice suddenly turned exceptionally somber.

“What?”

Realizing the oddity in his tone, the two playing chess exchanged glances and took the matter more seriously.

The burly man let out a sigh, “It was the Main God.”

As his words fell, the great hall imdiately fell into silence, a true and utter quietness where even the sounds of chess playing and breathing ceased.

After a short while, the girl with long black hair across the chessboard softly spoke, “Main God’s issues are beyond our control; we should leave Themis to resolve it on their own.”

At her words, the burly man’s tone beca even more peculiar, “Actually, when that subspace was collapsing, the data was supposed to upload to the Tower of Judgnt, but it was intercepted along the way.

It’s only because of 3998769’s particular nature as being directly managed by our Sixth Palace’s Tower Number 12 that we were able to detect the issue.”

In other words, the information that was supposed to reach them would have also been intercepted.

“So you’re telling Themis currently knows nothing about it?” the redheaded woman asked, startled.

“That’s probably the case.

The ssage ant for the Tower of Judgnt has been erased, but they couldn’t erase our authority in the Sixth Palace!” said the burly man with conviction.

“…”

“…”

Once again, the scene plunged into silence.

The redheaded woman, snapping out of her daze, subconsciously placed a chess piece in her mouth and chewed on it, mumbling, “So what’s the situation now?

Is one of them unsatisfied with Themis, thus secretly causing trouble?”

Lately, those judges have been really unlucky, with frequent issues in the Script Space, and countless flaws surfacing during the periodical data tally, forcing them to work overti patching things up.

Furthermore, I’ve heard the Abyss has been growing more rampant, invading a large number of worlds, leaving Themis run ragged almost to the point of exhaustion!

And now they have to be kept in the dark, it’s more pitiable the more I think about it.

However, the girl with the black straight hair shook her head and said, “Those few probably wouldn’t be so thoughtless, and since 3998769 is a major source of Faith Power for Tower Number 12, we would definitely be aware if that subspace encountered any problems.”

As she finished speaking, the girl suddenly paused.

“I got a ssage from my brother.”

“What did Los say?” the redhead quickly followed up.

“He said we don’t need to investigate this matter, as he already knows who did it and that he will have to leave the Sixth Palace for a while.

If those few ask about it, we should tell them the truth; if they don’t inquire, we don’t need to bring it up proactively.”

“Can’t he tell us who it was?”

“Umm…

he’s already left…

Moreover, he ntioned that this kind of thing might happen frequently in the future…”

In the end, the girl’s expression showed a hint of helplessness.

“It’s so mysterious, you won’t even tell us?

Hey, surna Wei, can you still see what happened in that Subspace?” the red-haired girl said with great enthusiasm.

“My surna is Dai.” The burly man with the surna Dai shook his head, “Can’t see, the data was corrupted during upload, it’s all garbled.”

“Tsk tsk, my curiosity is getting the better of , I really want to go make so trouble!”

“I advise you to be kind…”

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…

The Subspace that had not collapsed due to Abyssal corrosion had turned into a small sphere, and surrounding it was a chaotic void of cosmic space, filled with countless large and small, irregular, bubble-like gas sacs.

These gas sacs were interconnected, each varying in size and color, clustering around and protecting the world in the middle.

Every little sphere was a Subspace.

A twisted and sinister dark aura flowed outside the space, madly crashing against the space walls to infiltrate inside, contaminating everything it touched.

Subspaces almost completely eroded by darkness were thrown to the outermost reaches to exude their last warmth and light, and if they could still hold on, a defensive periter would be established to turn them into Abyss Battlefields.

After all, Subspaces were also constructed from power, and to let the Abyss consu them unchecked was akin to continually feeding the Abyss.

“Strange.”

At that mont, in an Abyss Battlefield, Shi leaned on his weapon, utterly baffled as he looked at the application that had been rejected once more.

After hearing what that odd player had reported, Shi had submitted another application to the headquarters to go to the world designated as [EA1029392178] for the purpose of investigating a Level 3 Abyss.

But it was still rejected!

He did not understand!

If an Authentic World had already encountered a Level 3 Abyss invasion, why would they still not let him go to investigate?

For this reason, Shi ticulously combed through thousands of dispatch records from the Tower of Judgnt, discovering that no other “Judgent” had been stationed in that world for investigation.

So why wouldn’t they let him go?!

Was it because he was a player?

Shi pondered, beginning to feel sowhat aggrieved.

Just then, a golden ssage suddenly popped up on his system panel.

[Tower of Judgnt: EA1029392178.

Submission anomaly (details).

Player Themis, do you accept the dispatch?]

The dispatch assignnt had actually co to him directly.

Shi: “…”

So what was the point of rejecting my dozens of applications before?!

Shi had a rare urge to rant.

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…

At the front end of the path to the Tower of Judgnt, the person standing beside the stone slab displaying the information fell silent for a long while.

…

He wanted to say sothing but really didn’t want to speak.

Ultimately, it was because too many problems had been created.

And since that world had already been touched by the Abyss, Order had begun to fall into chaos.

Given such a situation, no matter how hard they tried to conceal it, they couldn’t hide it for long from the “Judgent” that controlled the order of all things.

The person breathed out a light sigh, and beside him penned a string of characters that transford into a stream of light, flying towards the Sixth Palace.

Since Judgent had already sent soone, let the Sixth Palace send soone as well, they decided.

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