The other party's sudden change of color had already indicated that they had suffered a major loss at the hands of Old Charlie.
As for this, Arthur naturally clapped.
After clapping?
He then pondered on how to...
take down the opponent.
After all, there's enough 'Death'.
'Just wanting to take down 'Death'...'
Arthur pondered.
The scene just now seed like 'Death' was at a disadvantage, but Arthur didn't believe that 'Death' would truly die — his [Spirituality] told him it wasn't that simple.
So, he needed to intervene.
In his own way.
However, before that—
Arthur's gaze fell on the thread that was dium in thickness.
Holding his breath once more, he leaned close to the dium-thick thread, listening closely.
The next thing, a fragrance wafted over.
It was a rich coconut scent.
He stood by the sea.
He saw the 'God of Potions', the 'God of Alchemy', Hercules, once more.
Unlike before when it was 'blurred'.
This ti, Arthur saw very clearly.
He saw the revered 'God of Potions', 'God of Alchemy' swiftly climb a coconut tree, picking coconuts.
The hard coconut shell was bitten open by the other.
And they inserted a straw made of grass roots into it.
Then—
"Want to try?"
Hercules raised his hand, handing a coconut to Arthur.
Arthur was stunned.
Then, he laughed.
He roughly guessed what Hercules wanted to do.
Previously, he had experienced it once.
So, after taking the coconut, Arthur raised his hand and snatched another one from Hercules.
"The one you gave is definitely a clue.
But I want to eat a coconut."
Saying so, Arthur took a step back and returned to the fourth order.
And the two coconuts in his hand turned into two notes.
To be precise, one note split into two.
After piecing the note together, a detailed map of Coconut Island appeared, with an × marked on it — beside this × was labeled 'My Laboratory'.
Of course, this was the front side.
There was also...
a doodle on the back.
A child waving their hands furiously, and an elder holding a coconut laughing heartily.
A small line of characters appeared beside it: Want to eat coconut? Not giving it to you!
Looking at the doodle, and then at the wobbly little character, Arthur rolled his eyes.
'Are you a child?
Is this fun?
The coconut isn't sweet, it's sour!'
Arthur grumbled in his heart.
But with no hesitation, he directly inford his other vest of the laboratory's location.
The faraway [General Puppet] on Coconut Island near South Los imdiately sprang into action.
While Arthur turned his gaze to the thickest thread.
Different from before where he needed to wait.
This ti, before Arthur could react, the scene before him changed.
Then—
He found himself being embraced.
"You're finally back!
Arthur, my grandson!
I brought you back!"
The voice ringing in his ears caused Arthur's tense muscles to relax, and the surging death qi quietly subdued, he clearly felt the dampness on his head, hair, and forehead.
Adjusting his effort to lean back, he saw Old Charlie crying bitterly.
Exactly the sa as the Old Charlie in his mory, with silver hair, tall stature, narrow eyes, looking like a fox.
No!
A bit different!
Even more...
handso!
Standing at a height of 1.9 ters, without the stoop of an old man, not a single wrinkle on his face.
Of course, so things never change.
For example: the tears and snot.
Tears are one thing.
Seeing the snot getting closer and closer, the young Spirit dium tried his best to lean back, his upper half nearly parallel to the floor of the carriage.
Old Charlie certainly noticed.
But Old Charlie cried more fervently.
His grandson actually despised him.
Subconsciously, Old Charlie began to flick his snot.
Arthur dodged again and again.
At first, it was just an instinct.
But quickly, it turned into a man's pure desire for victory.
"Arthur, you want to escape, but you're a hundred years too early!
Stick to !"
As he spoke, Old Charlie flicked his head, and his snot drew a perfect semicircle, sweeping towards Arthur.
"Disgusting old geezer!
Get away!"
Arthur tried his best to duck low, letting the snot fly over his head, then he rolled over and picked up a cushion nearby.
Smack!
The recoiling snot directly landed on the cushion.
Arthur, like being electrocuted, tossed the snot-covered cushion into the corner of the carriage—he wanted to open the window and throw it out, but his [Spirituality] advised him it would be best not to do that.
Otherwise, he might encounter bad luck.
This scene comforted Old Charlie.
A faint smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of Old Charlie's mouth.
"Arthur, you've grown up.
I'm sorry for not protecting you before, letting you die in a 'preditated' accident.
I'm sorry."
Old Charlie spoke, his face showing guilt.
Arthur frowned slightly.
After thinking for two seconds, the young spirit dium asked.
"Am I really Arthur?"
"Of course.
Your soul is Arthur, just when you went to that world, you drank three bowls of soup according to that world's rules—forgive , grandpa had to use this thod to resurrect you, that bastard planned everything the first ti, and his ability completely annihilated your physical body."
Old Charlie nodded affirmatively.
Arthur quickly grasped the information.
"The first ti?"
"Yes, the first ti!
It was a very terrible experience, not only you died, but Drake, Cassandra also died, and my dear ones all perished.
So I looked for a way to change things.
I cut off all tilines extended from , burned an ancient god, and used its anchor point to return to the present."
Old Charlie explained.
"Returned to the present?"
Arthur frowned.
His future self returned to the present?
Then what about his current self?
Could it be...
"Correct, just as you think—my current self also died, on the night you died.
However, unlike before, I used the future and the remaining 'Ancient God's Blood' in my hand as stakes to make a bet with 'Death'.
It believed it was the only one, that everything designed would not change.
Especially death.
Then, it lost.
Lost...
Three tis!"
Old Charlie said while raising three fingers.
Arthur sat opposite him, began to inspect the surroundings, then looked at his grandfather.
'Death' was too obvious.
"So, you gained part of its power?"
"Yes, but no.
It's the remaining rules on the 'Ancient God's Blood', touching this part of rules, it will be unable to attain the primal sin 'Deception' it always covets.
So, it must relinquish this part of power.
But it doesn't want to waste this power for nothing.
Thus..."
"A scapegoat!"
Arthur blurted out.
Old Charlie nodded with a smile.
"But, you who were prepared early on managed to smoothly receive this part of power at this ti—isn't this the trick of the 'Spirit dium'?"
Arthur questioned.
Arthur was very familiar with the tricks of the 'Spirit dium'.
This inviting-into-the-trap thod, Arthur was very adept.
"Yeah!
I'm a 'Spirit dium', so what's wrong if I employ 'Spirit dium' tricks?"
Old Charlie had an unquestionably justified look.
But Arthur shook his head.
"No! No!
Too easy!
Everything is too easy!
Old Charlie, you are still hiding the key point!"
Arthur looked at Old Charlie.
Old Charlie's eyes showed even more comfort.
He raised his hand, rubbed his nose tip, and spoke in a lower voice—
"I could so smoothly receive this part of 'Death's' power because I was once...
A pawn!
'Fresh Blood's' pawn!"
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