When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 704

Chapter 704: Chapter 92 Bram Stoker Chapter 704: Chapter 92 Bram Stoker Hearing the young man’s words, Cardinal Loki fell into a long silence.

“…Human?”

Eventually, Cardinal Loki couldn’t help but sneer, “Do you even count as human, Bram?”

“If everyone who sees believes I am human, then I am human,”

the young man called Bram just laughed indifferently.

He was lounging on the sofa with his leg crossed, smiling as he raised his head to look at Cardinal Loki, who stood in the center of the room, “If you can be called an Elf, then I can be called a human, can’t I?”

“—It’s the opposite, actually.”

Cardinal Loki said coldly, “If I can be called an Elf, you should be called the Son of the Moon.

And don’t lump in with you… I have received the Candle Master’s forgiveness.”

“Oh, forgiveness.”

The young man imitated in an outlandish manner, sticking up his little finger and pitching his voice, “My, forgiveness!”

“—Bram Stoker!”

Cardinal Loki was instantly enraged, with flas of crimson igniting in his pupils.

His hair, like a gas burner, whooshed and expanded into a larger ball of fla.

The room filled with red smoke, and the temperature rose rapidly in plain sight.

He clenched his fists, took a half step forward, and roared in a low voice, “If you’ve co to the Holy Nation just to humiliate , get out now!”

“This is my room, and you’re the one who should be getting out,”

Bram responded nonchalantly, lazing about.

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At these words, Cardinal Loki turned on his heel and left without another word.

“—But in that case.”

With Bram’s drawn-out words, Cardinal Loki’s steps slowed and stopped, “The Bear Celestial Marshal’s punishnt for you later on will have nothing to do with .

“Just as I said before, Uther Galoch—the forr Patriarch of Supre Heaven.

Even if you betrayed Supre Heaven, gaining a position as Cardinal Archbishop within the Holy Nation, you are ultimately a Giant.

Divine blood from Supre Heaven flows through your veins.”

The young man looked at Cardinal Loki’s back and sneered, “Betrayal?

How naive.

Relationships aren’t that easy to shake off.

Every past you’re unwilling to rember will haunt you like a nightmare.”

“…It wasn’t betrayal,”

the Cardinal Archbishop with flaming hair said slowly, “Back then, nobody knew that the seat of Supre Heaven could rise again after its collapse.

You’re just a Short-Lived Species, with no experience of that era.

You have no idea how oppressive the power of the White Dragon King was.”

“So you ran away, betraying your holand, your own bloodline,”

Bram continued cheerfully, “Deserting before battle—even more than that, I guess.

You haven’t been held accountable by the Holy Nation, you must have made a significant contribution to the war.”

“That’s called turning away from darkness towards the light,” Cardinal Loki turned back around, saying sternly.

“If you really thought that, you wouldn’t have co up with the ‘Controlled Fla’ trick, Prince Loki,” Bram said.

“…What about you, great author?”

Cardinal Loki asked in return, “You’re from Avalon, yet now you serve Supre Heaven.

Aren’t you too betraying your holand, your origins?”

“Oh no, no, no, no, in such monts, I am no longer an Avalonian.

I’m quite adaptable.

Because I’m also no longer human…

I am a noble of the vampire lineage, an ominous harbinger of evil.

The descendant of ‘Dracula,’ the Earl with dragon blood flowing in his veins—the Son of the Moon—”

As the creator of the bestselling “Dracula,” Bram Stoker spoke languidly, lying on the sofa.

“Son of the Moon?

Hah.”

But Cardinal Loki only looked at him with a sneer, “Nothing but stolen goods.

Without the gift of the Path of Love, you dare to call yourself the Son of the Moon?”

“Aren’t you the sa?”

Bram’s expression cooled, “Give it up, Archbishop Your Excellency.

That you and I have t is all by the grace of the Grey Celestial Marshal.

The power from ‘lies’ allowed to steal the blood of the Son of the Moon, and it allowed you to steal the body of an Elf…

But after all, they are just lies.

“Lies can only be deed as truth when needed, while at other tis, they are nothing but lies—I don’t usually claim the title of Son of the Moon.

Every Goblin and Troll I know thinks I’m human; no matter the test, I’m also a hundred percent pure-blooded human.

“What about you, Archbishop Your Excellency?

Do you still rember that you’re actually a Giant?

A Giant who could pierce the ceiling here just by standing up?

How long has it been since you last reverted to your true form?

“Or is it…

that you’re afraid the Bear Celestial Marshal will find out you’re still alive and punish you for your cowardly desertion, so you dare not acknowledge your identity as a Giant?”

“—Sharp-tongued!” Cardinal Loki berated angrily.

“That’s true, considering I make my living writing books.

If my insults weren’t sharp, wouldn’t that be a disservice to my pen and my wit?”

Bram said self-assuredly.

Clearly, Cardinal Loki was not going to leave any longer.

Reluctantly as he was, since Bram had co with orders from the Bear Celestial Marshal, there was no escaping now.

If he fled again, the Bear Celestial Marshal’s claws would co to punish him personally.

By that ti…

would the Candle Master still protect him?

After all, he was just a Giant, not a real Elf.

Cardinal Loki sighed and took a seat opposite Bram.

“Speak,” he said coldly, “What exactly does the Bear Celestial Marshal want to do?”

“Let’s start with sothing important.”

Bram did not respond to his question, but instead said, “The Bear Celestial Marshal is about to reclaim his Seat of the Pillar God—do you know about this?”

“…Which one?”

Cardinal Loki was stirred.

His first thought was—who is stepping down?

The Silver-Crowned Dragon was at the height of its power, and nearly all monarchs of the Material Realm were maintaining the existence of the Authority Force.

Under these circumstances, it was virtually impossible for Supre Heaven to reclaim their original position.

As for the other Pillar Gods…

there was no sign of decline at all.

In such a situation, it was impossible to defeat a Pillar God head-on.

At most, one could only step down voluntarily.

“The Serpent Father.”

Bram replied, “This is a top-secret from the Dream Realm—the Serpent Father is planning to step down.

“For He has reached the pinnacle of the highest, aside from amber, there is nothing left to Transcend.

He has grown tired of infinite self-transcendence, thus planning to abandon the Seat of the Pillar God, to re-enact the deed of Transcendence.

With the supre seat left vacant, my master would grab the fragnts of the Serpent Celestial Marshal that fell into the realm of mortals, to step into the river of greater change, becoming a new Pillar God.”

“Did you hear this yourself?”

“You don’t really believe I am a Dream Traversing Monk, do you?”

Bram said mockingly, “That’s just marketing to boost novel sales.

Apart from Authority, Transcendence, and Adaptation, I really don’t have any other Paths.

Besides, even if I were a Dream Traversing Monk, I couldn’t possibly hear such things.”

“Sounds terrifying.”

The red-haired Cardinal Archbishop comnted, “A practitioner’s triple Path—you’re not insane, are you?”

“Who knows.

Maybe I’ve gone crazy, or perhaps… I went crazy back when my father forced into the Supervisory Court.”

Bram’s pallid face broke into an eerie smile, “But I’ve always been flexible.

Unlike you.

As a successor who has read ‘The Spider’s Silk Continuations’, I understand lies much more deeply than you do, senior.”

Cardinal Loki no longer inquired how he ca to know of the matter, he simply took it as a lie for now.

So, he simply asked, “So?

You ntioned a fragnt of the Serpent Celestial Marshal—where is it?”

“Right in the Holy Nation.”

Bram answered, “This is the order the Bear Celestial Marshal gave to you—find him.

Find the Avalonian nad Aiwass Moriarty.”

“And then…

kill him?”

Cardinal Loki asked with a heavy tone, his fists clenching subconsciously.

“No, then you would use a ritual or curse to mark his soul, my master wants to devour him personally in the Dream Realm.

If this matter is handled well, it will not affect your current identity at all.

“Heard your Pope is in a coma?

Isn’t this the perfect ti, she won’t see anything, and then it’s over.

“—By the way, this has nothing to do with , don’t think about getting to help you.

I am coming to the Holy Nation to deliver the ssage just because I happen to have business to discuss.”

As he spoke, Bram nodded towards the old Troll by the fireplace, “A Benevolent Lord specifically requested him, traded from the Holy Nation…

Anyway, the final paynt hasn’t arrived, so I’m using him for now.

Although Aiwass seems immune to curses, he should still notice sothing.

With him as bait, I’m sure that guy will co looking on his own.

“But this fish bait you can’t have, it would be bad if you damaged it.

I still need to sell it for money.”

“Ah, the great novelist who trades in Trolls.”

Cardinal Loki sneered.

Bram showed no reaction to this, “By the way, delivering the ssage cos with a fee.

My master has promised, after I find you, I can collect the final paynt from you.”

“…Final paynt?”

On hearing this, Cardinal Loki’s heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep tone, “What do you want?”

“Don’t be so tense.

What I want is that Giant’s blood of yours, sealed by the Candle Master… the divine blood from Supre Heaven.”

At this point, the famous author’s pupils turned blood-red, “Just let have a bite, senior Loki.

“Quietly, let steal your [Strength], your [Na], your [Identity]—at this very mont, it would benefit us both, wouldn’t it?

“The leader of the Controlled Fla, Archbishop Your Excellency… you don’t want your followers to know you’re actually a Giant, do you?”

In the room, grey spider silk had unknowingly filled the space.