freeallnovels Chapter 3816 This is your stain, Kintoki!
Chapter 3816 This is your stain, Kintoki!
Chapter 3816 This is your stain, Kintoki!
Becoming a [Primitive Level] is impossible... oh, it's possible, it's just unknown how long it will take.
In theory, any Dark Soul that wasn't created to be cannon fodder should have the potential to become a [Primordial].
Just like raising a Pokémon, as long as you find its correct evolution path... just like the original Pikachu was just one of countless Pikachu.
Knowing that Eleanor had set a threshold for the answer, Kintoki stopped pressing for more information.
If we're talking about the place in the shop where he feels most dominated by fear, it's actually the former head maid, the Black Soul Steward... Even a maid as powerful as the Dragon Witch is just a newcomer to Kintoki.
There's no way around it, men are just like that, they fall for the "white moonlight" thing... However, for Eleanor, she's actually the "dark moonlight" in Kintoki's eyes.
"...John, he should be awake by now, right?" Lancelot suddenly asked.
“Just recently.” Kintoki said, his eyes glazed over. “He said he’s already met the new boss and is currently carrying out the boss’s mission. He even conscripted me… Oh, right, John mentioned Hannibal to me last time. Which world is that guy on vacation in?”
"I'll let it go," Lancelot said calmly. "Have you forgotten that you can't just ask other Dark Souls where they're taking vacations?"
Jin Shi chuckled awkwardly, "...Speaking of which, boss lady, how long is your vacation again?"
The main reason he felt was that Eleanor's vacation this time was far too long... long enough that even after the [shop] underwent a complete upheaval, she remained completely unmoved—could she really be planning to stay on vacation indefinitely?
"When it's my time to end my vacation, it will naturally end." [Lancelot] waved his hand, and the battle space created by Kintoki gradually dissipated.
Seeing that Eleanor was about to fall into a deep sleep again, Kintoki quickly interrupted, "Big Sister, there's one more thing, about our last collaboration!"
Being interrupted from sleep is naturally an unpleasant thing. [Lancelot] stared coldly, "You'd better really have something to say."
Jin Shi said awkwardly, "Do you still remember the few guys who survived back then?"
Lancelot nodded almost imperceptibly... To be honest, she was the chief director of that big battle back then, while Kintoki was just an unruly extra who couldn't even deliver his lines properly. If those people hadn't gotten so into a fight, Kintoki would have crashed and burned countless times.
"Do you remember a guy named Odin?"
“Odin?” Lancelot paused, looking thoughtful.
Jin Shi nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Big Sister, didn't you say back then that the coalition's gathering was an inevitable trend... and also the result of our deliberate guidance? However, the whole process seems to have gone more smoothly than expected... Is there a deeply hidden mastermind behind the scenes among the opposing coalition?"
“Hmm…” Lancelot pondered, “I did have that feeling back then, but no extraordinary power emerged within the allied forces, so I didn’t bother with it… You mean, it’s related to this Odin?”
“I just ran into a guy named Lahar.” Jin Shi sat cross-legged on the ground. “That guy probably didn’t know me, but he knelt down as soon as he saw me… I was curious, so I searched his memories.”
Jin Shi recounted the memories of the Rahar Grand Ceremony, focusing on the fact that a high-ranking monk of the ancient Ganges religion had sent out his memories before his death.
“…In that memory, there was a vague mention of a guy called [leader].” Jin Shi stretched out his palm and spat out a ball of soul light from his palm. “This [leader] was not the commander of the Allied Forces, but in fact, the formation of the Allied Forces seems to have been inseparable from the efforts of [leader] in coordinating the efforts of those above and below.”
The sphere of soul light slowly flew towards Eleanor... This was the soul of the High Priestess of Lahar.
Eleanor read faster than Kintoki, and in the blink of an eye, she had completely analyzed the soul, not missing a single tiny memory... Her focus was on the information sent by the ancient Ganges monk before his death.
A long time has passed. After the great battle ended, the souls of those who died in battle were long gone and taken away by the [Shop]... It's not that difficult to investigate what happened back then, but since there are ready-made clues here, there's no need to pay the [Shop] for a consultation.
Even for consultations, prices will be discounted if you have leads.
As the former head maid of the [shop], she has a lot of experience when it comes to being stingy.
Finally, among the vast network of memory clues, Eleanor did find a record of the name "Odin"... but it only appeared once in the memories sent by the high monk on his deathbed.
“There really is such a guy.” Eleanor said with a hint of surprise, and casually reached for Kintoki.
Kintoki: "??"
"do not move."
If it weren't for his intuition that Eleanor wouldn't frame him for no reason, Kintoki would have pulled out his Golden-Eater right now...
It felt like a hand had grabbed his brain... Kintoki felt a slight chill run down his spine—even if he wasn't very bright, he shouldn't have done this, right?
Eleanor, however, directly pulled a memory from Kintoki's shrinking brain and threw it out, creating a projection of light and shadow in mid-air.
This memory is a record of that great battle from Kintoki's perspective... the moment of the final showdown.
Memories... or rather, images are being released frame by frame.
For a battle maniac, that great battle, though quite restrained, was still extremely intense... Kintoki single-handedly charged into the last ranks of the Allied Forces, cutting through everything in his path, with countless faces flashing across every frame.
Given Kintoki's personality, he naturally wouldn't remember every guy he killed—he could even forget the moment he killed them.
Eleanor twisted and turned her palm over and over this memory, until the image finally froze at a certain point.
“Found it.” Eleanor suddenly narrowed her eyes.
Jin Shi immediately perked up.
This scene depicts him chopping down a large group of people with a single axe blow... At the edge of his vision, a blurry figure could be vaguely seen, disappearing in a flash, and it seemed as if the person was grazed by the force of the axe.
"This is Odin?" Kintoki subconsciously rubbed his chin.
“It should be.” Eleanor nodded. “When we were doing the final count, this guy’s soul wasn’t there. The former shopkeeper didn’t intend to kill them all. He wanted to leave some seeds of power in this world, so there were a few missing. I didn’t care too much. Since they survived, they are excellent seeds. I’m quite looking forward to these seeds taking root and sprouting again.”
"It's too blurry, boss, is there any way to fix it?"
Eleanor didn't speak, but her pupils brightened slightly, and a certain figure in her vague memory gradually became clearer.
A short while later, Jinshi saw an older man in his forties or fifties, dressed in a casual white suit, with an elegant appearance and a composed expression.
Eleanor sighed in relief. "Although this project has already been settled, if there are any omissions... Kintoki, go and erase the stain from your past. I've been away for too long, and Lancelot's personality is about to give out."
Why is it my stain?!
—TM, you even wrote the script back then, you know…
Under Kintoki's resentful gaze, Lancelot's head slowly drooped down.
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Below, the streets remain bustling.
Lancelot walked blankly to the rooftop railing, staring at the crowded people.
Just now, she seemed to have lost her mind for a moment?
She gently touched her heart, feeling a little bit of...pleasure after the prank was beginning to sprout.
—What a wonderful feeling.
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The hidden basement was almost entirely filled with instruments... and most of them were listening devices.
Former Director Wayne was sitting in front of a listening device, patiently listening to something... The exhaust fan blades turned slowly, cutting the light shining on Wayne's face.
The door suddenly opened.
Carroll (B) came in carrying a bag of food.
Although she doesn't need to get energy through food, Wayne can't... This guy is just a mortal.
“Won’t they find out if you’re eavesdropping like this?” Carroll (B) asked casually.
Wayne took off his headphones. "I installed all of this myself. Nobody knows... and nobody would ever imagine that I would install other listening devices in my own office."
Carroll (B) shrugged and pulled out a baguette. "Want some?"
“There’s no time.” Wayne shook his head. “General Ross intends to continue with the plan I devised earlier… That idiot, doesn’t he know that this plan was just something I put forward to appease the Elders?”
“But you can’t even mobilize a low-level agent now,” Carroll (B) chuckled. “Wayne, you’ve been fired.”
“It doesn’t matter.” A glint of light flashed in Wayne’s eyes. “As long as I achieve my goal, that’s all that matters… Carol, you know, I’ve always believed that the world shouldn’t be the way it is now.”
“It’s just the evolution of history,” Carroll (B) said calmly. “Since it has appeared and become an inevitable trend, it proves that it was correct at least until its destruction.”
Wayne looked at Carol (B) and said in a deep voice, "So, I want people like you."
Carol (B) said playfully, "Is it because you can't be like us?"
"No, it's because you've lost your reverence for life!"
Carol (B) shook her head: "Have you heard me, Wayne, that life is constantly evolving, and the inferior will be eliminated? It's a law that no dimension can escape."
Wayne seemed unwilling to continue the argument and pleaded, "Carol, I need your help to get my boy out. My assistant will definitely tell Ross about the child... but I need the child right now."
Carol (B) said, "Just the [boy]? You don't need the [Homeland Soldier] anymore?"
“No, it’s more advantageous for me to have [Soldier of the Homeland] by Ross’s side.” A ruthless glint flashed in Wayne’s eyes. “He is someone I created myself, and no one can take him away from me.”
Carol (B) pondered, "When are you planning to have that interesting child?"
“I still need to prepare a few things.” Wayne took a deep breath. “But you can wait for my signal anytime… It shouldn’t be difficult for you.”
Carol (B) smiled and said, "It seems you still have some doubts about my strength, but that's right, since there's no trust between us to begin with."
Wayne thought for a moment and said, "Those people on the referee panel, they never hide their strength... You've observed them, what do you think?"
Carol (B) thought for a moment and said, "They...are indeed quite good. Judging from the current situation, if they come at us together, it will be quite a problem."
“You are certainly very confident,” Wayne sighed. “But I remember you saying that this world is dangerous… Aren’t you afraid?”
“All the small worlds are dangerous.” Carol (B) said calmly, “I never thought that my coming here was just a coincidence…it’s just that my super senses tell me that nothing has appeared that could threaten my life for the time being.”
"Are you absolutely certain that your intuition is correct?"
"At least it hasn't made a misjudgment yet."
Wayne didn't deny it; he never believed in absolutes... If there were absolutes, then supernatural societies wouldn't exist.
"Don't worry, I'll make some preparations." Carol (B) smiled slightly. "I am a warrior, and I never underestimate my opponent before a battle."
"I'm praying for you."
Carol (B) smiled and said, "In the [Fantasy Side], there is actually no God, only a group of rampaging evil gods."
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A small truck bearing the logo of a certain courier company slowly drove into the underground parking garage of a shopping mall.
The person I was working with was Agent Philistine's partner.
"This must be the last one..."
His partner silently calculated the time. After finishing things here, he should still be able to make it to the competition venue to watch the afternoon's match with his girlfriend.
Agent Philistines just got him two tickets; they're in really good seats.
"Where is Mr. Phyllis? Why are you the only one here?"
The delivery driver seemed unusually cautious at this moment... His partner subconsciously frowned; he had a feeling that the other man didn't seem like a truck driver, but more like a soldier.
“My boss just went out on business. Here are my identification.” His partner said calmly, “If you have any doubts, you can wait for him to come back here.”
The driver didn't say anything, but went back into the car and made a phone call.
"Alright, the handover can proceed." The driver quickly came out again and agreed to the handover.
His partner nodded, then pointed expressionlessly to the basement door next door, "Just have your people move the things inside."
They moved quickly, soon carrying a huge box into the basement and then leaving in a hurry.
The partner checked the time and was getting anxious; Agent Philistine hadn't returned yet.
In the basement, he looked at the large box, and his curiosity surged... He and Agent Philist had received quite a few similar things in the past few days, but he never knew what was inside.
He hesitated for a moment, paused outside, but there was no sound of anyone approaching... He swallowed hard, and his partner subconsciously began to study the situation.
The wooden crate used for packaging was easy to open, but inside was a much sturdier metal box, secured with an electronic combination lock.
Once this is done, the partnership can no longer continue... That's how it should be.
But his curiosity, like a demon, made him subconsciously pull out some auxiliary tools.
Just one look... just one look... as long as I don't say anything, no one will know.
His partner silently chanted in his mind: Hurrah!
He also had reasons why he had to do it.
The screen on the electronic combination lock was flashing wildly... Suddenly, with a click, the partner seemed to hear the most beautiful sound in the world.
He held his breath, quickly opened the lid, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.
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"Oh...sorry, a phone call came in and took up too much time...Is the handover going smoothly?" Agent Philistine looked at his partner apologetically.
“Very well, Agent Philistine.” His partner smiled slightly, glancing at his watch. “You got back in time; that’s the greatest favor I could do for you.”
"Haha." Agent Philistine patted his partner on the shoulder. "Go on, enjoy your half-day off. Leave the rest of the work to me."
"OK!" His partner nodded. "See you tomorrow!"
Then he turned and left.
Then a sharp dagger pierced his neck.
"So...why couldn't you hold back?" Phyllis covered her partner's mouth with one hand and sighed, "My partner..."