I Have a Dice Left by a God

Chapter 679 - 271: Cancer’s Fourth Life

In the case of Mordo and Philson, Li Xin’s arrival is practically like sending a pillow to someone who’s falling asleep. The location of the Celestial Principle Academy is quite awkward; it’s not that they don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but they simply can’t, as neither the Church Court nor the Cabinet would allow it. They have to carefully gauge their actions, which is the survival strategy for foreigners. Thus, after arriving, they canceled large-scale initiatives and maintained a low profile, but continuing like this would definitely be problematic, and Li Xin’s plan just happened to give them an opportunity, an opportunity to delve into the frontline."Mr. Li, not only can scholars contribute, the two of us old folks can still be of some use," Philson said. "The last time you spoke, we benefited greatly. I’ve had some realizations recently, and I hope to move towards Unity of Knowledge and Action."

"Whenever there’s a need, I won’t be formal with you two," Li Xin replied.

Concerning the specific plan details, the Celestial Principle Academy has been entrusted to Zhuang Zhidong. This Scholar Zhuang’s cultivation has also advanced rapidly, becoming a representative of Beijing scholars. He is one of the few people who know of Li Xin’s identity.

"Please wait, Scholar Zhuang, Xueyin is your responsibility. The child is quite playful, thank you for your patience."

"Mr. Li, Xueyin’s talent surpasses mine by far. At present, I can only relay knowledge as per the book; her future is unlimited." Zhuang Zhidong is not being polite; this is his genuine feeling, and he doesn’t consider Lin Xueyin to be mischievous.

Li Xin learned about Zhuang Zhidong’s character from Lin Fei, maintaining the same attitude even when unaware of his situation, consistent, gaining Li Xin’s extra respect.

"My current cooperation plan between the Night Patrol and the Celestial Principle School should be low-profile externally but high-profile internally, doing more while quietly developing."

"Yes, Sir." Zhuang Zhidong instantly grasps the idea. The Celestial Principle School desperately needs a chance to expand its influence and apply theories practically. There are ample opportunities in the Night Patrol, but enlarging the matter might attract attention from interested parties, which would be troublesome.

Leaving the Celestial Principle School, looking at the foggy sky outside, there’s now a vague contour of the current situation.

In the following days, Li Xin was preoccupied with Shadow Owl’s affairs. Meng Po, Lu Shuimo, and others of the Copper Owl were no longer troubled by trivial matters, genuinely beginning their duties as Shadow Owl’s Copper Owls.

Under another sky of Dragon Capital.

Christian held a cup of coffee, watching the steward speak eloquently in front of him. Extending his hand, with a grasp in the air, the steward’s head burst apart, blood spraying, the brutal situation causing a loud thud as he fell.

Christian calmly drank his coffee, yet from the steward’s body on the floor, black smoke emanated, the blood flowed back, quickly mending the broken body, and he soon climbed back up from the floor.

"Master, you’ve tried many times, but it’s useless. You will never leave here; tomorrow will be the same cycle again," the steward said humbly with his head lowered.

Christian pouted, waving to indicate the steward to leave. The steward respectfully departed, gently closing the door, eyes filled with a taunting challenge.

In the room, Christian pondered, unsure how many times he’s killed, tried various methods, even destroying the entire estate, all useless as everything restored the next day. His memory, however, is less easily reset, indicating he’s close to the truth.

Who trapped him here, and for what purpose?

Christian couldn’t figure it out, but the current focus isn’t this but escaping. The illusion realm’s array level is exceptionally high, indestructible by brute force. He’s tried numerous times in varying angles and ways to break through, all futile, forced exit attempts result in resets, meaningless.

He considered seeking help from the Round Table Conference, but deemed it too disgraceful. Just an illusion can trap him!

If not a matter of power, then there must be a formation core, a clear flaw somewhere. What could this flaw be?

In the air, impossible. Outside the estate, no. The steward... initially most probable, but seems not the issue now despite trying many ways, suggesting the steward is part of the barrier.

Christian scans the room, understanding barrier logic implies a concealed formation core, a major flaw given its design. Trial eliminates possibilities. High-level arrays favor rule-based maintenance over brute force sustained through enormous power, indicating the creator’s abilities akin to a Great Angel.

Reflecting on this, Christian smirked a little, emboldening his competitive spirit. Considering from a different perspective, a proud, cunning array master would certainly hide the flaw within this room.

Day after day repeats, yet unnoticed, how proud must they be.

Christian caressed the red notebook in his hand, observing his surroundings, the Grand Governor’s books, chairs, windows, furniture all destroyed, drinks suspected, none revealing anomalies. Such crude concealing in inanimate objects.

Christian’s heart brightens, feeling the direction taking shape, excluding everything leaves only him and the steward.

The room fell silent, Christian gently brushed his red notebook, softly tapping the table, savoring the insight until his eyes lit up.

Got it!

Next day, sunlight through the window, clear brilliant weather outside, Christian already seated at the desk, a steaming cup of coffee radiating warmth in sunlight, another beautiful day post-morning exercise.

Yet Christian didn’t open the red notebook, calmly appreciating everything around him.

Soon, a knock sounds, the steward entering, politely says, "Master, Miss Marking, Miss Potter, and Miss Phil wish to invite you hiking this afternoon."

Christian looked at the steward, lightly smiled, "Do you know the Phil family has perished?"

The steward was stunned, puzzled, "Master, I don’t know what you mean, how could the Phil family perish."

"A pity, you know nothing, this environment’s strength lies in evolving and adapting to my response, but essence remains unchanged," Christian sighed lightly.

"Master, you must be overly stressed from practice; I suggest you pause and rest lately," the steward respectfully offered, his gaze seemingly saying not to bother, clearly not indicating the flaw.

"Is that so? But I don’t wish to rest; a qualified noble would never rashly plan a hike without reservation," Christian said plainly.

As the words fell, everything paused, the steward stiffened, even the sunlight appeared frozen.

Whizz...

Light twinkled, Christian’s Fourth Life triggered, Angel silhouette appearing with rainbow glows behind him.

Christian stood, collecting his beloved red notebook, the surroundings turned to dust, gradually vanished, leaving him alone, before a red mirror emanating strange lights.

Christian faced a desolate, aged expanse, sky tinted gray, seemingly weathered countless ages, encircled by endless mist, sensing Christian’s presence, began to surge.

At this moment, Christian seemed entirely different, still the same visage, but his gaze brimmed with age’s wisdom, incredulity, observing it all, sighed gently, "Worsening, this trend seems irreversible."

With eyes on the red mirror radiating eerie brilliance, eyebrows furrowing, musing, "Another cycle begins, wonder what result this time?"

Christian smiling with pride, holding his notebook, walked into the mirror, ripples spreading, vanishing in the mirror, surrounding mist lost target, calming back to stillness.