When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 825

Chapter 825: Chapter 204 Am I About to Die?

Chapter 825: Chapter 204 Am I About to Die?

“…Uh.”

Aiwass faltered.

He stared at the “final paynt” given by Lord of Scalefeather, engulfed in silence.

Under any circumstance and worldview, unconditional resurrection is considered a top-notch benefit.

After all, that is genuinely a second life.

In a real world, who would complain about having too many resurrection armors?

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Even if it were Bear Soone, it surely would want the resurrection armor burst out from its own corpse to help win the resurrection match.

Of course, if Aiwass obtained this trait from anywhere else, he would be extrely pleased… Those plans previously shelved due to dangers could now also be attempted with a second life.

It’s like “Won’t play without full health”—conversely, having more health and lives makes one braver.

…But the problem is, this thing was given to him by the Lord of Scalefeather.

Lord of Scalefeather’s main field is prophecy and Prophet, and with uncanny accuracy—in terms of results, He seems to be able even to see the future downfall of Pillar Gods and the developnts in different world lines.

And such a powerful and mysterious Prophet quietly handed Aiwass a set of resurrection armor.

Especially after Aiwass mastered the Advanced Divine Art and signed a contract with, and completed a ritual for, the Lord of Scalefeather.

The implication is, getting as a substitute player would be useless.

An image of a crying cat involuntarily appeared in Aiwass’s mind:

—Am I about to die?

“…However, to put it positively, this also counts as the Lord of Scalefeather declaring to intervene in the future.”

Aiwass comforted himself.

If the Lord of Scalefeather respected the future enough to either stand by passively or actively involve himself to let the future fulfill itself, he could have given Aiwass another reward or subtly hinted.

Since He provided Aiwass with a set of resurrection armor, that ans He at least hopes Aiwass can survive—put another way, since He only gave one set of resurrection armor, perhaps the crisis won’t be too severe.

Not to the extent of presenting Aiwass with challenges he couldn’t handle even with multiple lives.

“That expression… is very subtle.”

Sherlock steadied Aiwass’s arm, jokingly saying, “It’s like you’ve been hugely startled yet are trying to comfort yourself that it’s all fine now—like you’ve just co off a roller coaster.

What in the world did you see in the ritual?”

“That would be a long story…”

Aiwass shook his head, his voice hoarse as he slowly walked a few steps with Sherlock’s support.

Just that much, and he could feel his heart pounding intensely.

Due to prolonged fasting and dehydration, his body was in an extrely weakened state—this was a preparation Aiwass made for the intense ascension ritual.

Now it proved, his caution was correct.

If he hadn’t consud Dream Intoxicant and used this ritual sacrifice, Aiwass might have already been trembling all over and abruptly awakened from the dream the mont he directly faced the Supre Heaven.

Seeing Aiwass’s pale face, Sherlock thought for a mont, then took a red potion from the flask hanging on his belt and handed it to Aiwass: “Drink so first.”

Aiwass took the potion and without inquiring, tilted his head and drank it all at once.

He pursed his lips, licked his dry lips, feeling the hot, liquor-soaked dates flavored liquid slide down his throat, a strong warmth with a surge of life invigorating his limbs and body.

This imdiately made Aiwass’s originally pale complexion turn rosy.

“…A vitality potion?

When did you buy this?”

Aiwass casually asked.

Even his originally hoarse voice started to sound normal.

“Yulia made it.”

Sherlock shrugged: “Though it was for , it was actually prepared for you.”

“Why didn’t she give it to directly?” Aiwass asked subconsciously.

“She said if she gave it directly to you, you might never use it.

I don’t know what our esteed Lord Moriarty is usually economizing on.”

Sherlock made a light, slightly mocking remark.

Aiwass cleared his throat subtly and said, “Well…

that is indeed the case.”

Unless it’s absolutely necessary and already a habit…

Aiwass just doesn’t like using consumables much.

When he used to play gas, he always ended up hoarding consumables regardless of the ga.

He couldn’t bear to throw them away, always felt he might need them later if he sold them, but then he couldn’t rember to use them when they were in his pocket, or if he did rember, he was reluctant to use them.

With the sa consumables, if one bottle was slightly better and another bottle was worse, he would tend to use up the worse one first—but by the ti he used up the worse one, his level would have increased, and he would have obtained better ones.

So then, he would use the relatively worse batch, starting with the poorer ones again.

It felt like the old people eating fruits: when new fruits and nearly rotten fruits are put together, they always eat the rotten ones first, and by the ti those are finished, the new fruits are nearly rotten too.

“I’ll go check on Miss Lily’s situation first.”

Feeling his body gradually filled with energy, Aiwass stepped out while not turning back, he told Sherlock, “Please help clean up the ritual.”

“Take this with you first.”

Sherlock’s voice ca from behind, followed by a whooshing sound.

Aiwass reached out without turning back and caught the object in a backhanded grip.

After seeing clearly what was in his hand, Aiwass was slightly taken aback.

It was a small makeup mirror.

What does this an?

—[Are you asking to transform?]

“Just in case.”

Sherlock’s lazy voice rang out: “I rember you have abilities related to mirrors, and Miss Lily’s room doesn’t have a mirror.

“Quick, get it done, we might be able to go out for a late-night snack before dawn.

I could also use so more sleep.”

“I thought you wouldn’t feel sleepy.”

Aiwass looked back slightly in surprise: “After all, you stay up all night studying in Avalon.”

“It’s different from that simple, chanical-like research.

The Codex Book can be brain-burning, and for efficiency and safety, reading it requires full energy.

Guarding the ritual cost a whole night…

I can’t afford to waste any more ti.”

Sherlock yawned as if it didn’t matter, and said: “Mainly because…

everyone either reads the new Codex or completes an advancent.

“…That makes feel like if I don’t get a bit more serious, I might fall behind all of you.”

“Indeed.”

Aiwass chuckled softly: “Just like you.”

He had already guessed Sherlock’s thoughts.

Sherlock was undoubtedly very proud.

Apart from his elder brother, he had respected very few people in his life.

But Aiwass had now passed the test of Advanced Divine Arts and beco the earthly representative of the Lord of Scalefeather.

He was just a step away from becoming the Cardinal Principal Bishop of the Theocracy.

And how old is Aiwass this year?

He had just celebrated his birthday not long ago, and he is now just nineteen years old.

And how old is Sherlock?

His birthday is on January 6, and he is now twenty-eight years old.

If one could say that Aiwass becoming the Minister of the Departnt of Care of Magical Creatures was lucky… that was undoubtedly linked to his surna “Moriarty” and eting Princess Isabel in a dream.

Even Aiwass’s contact with Fourth Level didn’t elicit much reaction from Sherlock…

considering he had already reached that stage a long ti ago, but had refused the possibility of ascending to the Fourth Level through the Path of Authority.

But now, Aiwass at Fourth Level on dual paths, soon to beco the first human Cardinal of the Theocracy—this was truly an indisputable, exceptional talent.

Transcendental.

He was a true star.

Sherlock would never envy others…

that was also his pride and self-esteem.

After truly recognizing Aiwass’s exceptional talent, and admitting that Aiwass was superior to himself, Sherlock sincerely started taking things seriously.

Although he still appeared relaxed and casual, Aiwass felt that the genius’s mindset was completely different now—he truly placed himself in the position of a “learner” and “follower,” setting aside his pride to start learning anew.

“Keep it up.”

Encouraged by Aiwass, he played with the mirror as he went upstairs.

Lily was on the second floor, completing her Egg Moon Manual separation ritual.