Chapter 741 -426 Annoyed and poking his rib_1
“Come on, let me see. Can only one individual project their thoughts?” Negris asked excitedly.
Oh my, if all the exchanges and trades in the world are conducted through the House of the Deceased, and Durken can manipulate it, then isn’t all information open to them?
Even if Negris isn’t as shrewd in business as the God of Fraudsters with silver coins, he knows how terrifying such authority can be. If used well, it could lead to effortless taxation, easy money-making, and overnight wealth.
“Only one thought connection can be made,” Roxy responded. Such minor queries didn’t require Durken’s answers.
However, her reply didn’t hold true for Durken. Durken looked around and said, “I designed this sacrificial array. I made it so that only one could project their thoughts for ease of validation. I’ll make some adjustments.”
He then took out his Gold-touch Stick, drew a few strokes on the sacrificial altar, and said, “All done, come on in.”
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Ange, Negris, and Roxy extended their thoughts and projected them into the Soul Communication Fire.
Whoosh! They felt as if they had entered a towering structure, with the interior not very wide but reaching into the clouds. The surroundings seemed oddly familiar.
“Isn’t this my Bronze Book Tower?” Negris wondered aloud. At this moment, it wasn’t shaped like a book but had turned back into the form of an Embryo Dragon.
Except for the center, where there wasn’t a small lectern for his Bronze Book, bookshelves filled with books were lined around the perimeter, stretching up so high that there was no end in sight.
Ghouls drifted back and forth, taking one book after another from the shelves.
Durken shrugged, “As I said, Your Majesty copied my plan. I designed the Bronze Book Tower.”
He gestured towards their surroundings: “I had previously explained the difference between points and the network. The vertical channel in the center of the tower is the point, connecting to all the Relay Spirits. The books on the shelves around constitute the network. Each book belongs to an imprint, corresponding to individuals like Roxy who have applied for an imprint.”
“Look at these ghosts; they are projected into Relay Spirits to handle tasks. They’re using low-level imprints, while we use the Highest Power Marks to enter. So we can see them. These aren’t reality, but manifestations to make things more intuitive, helping His Majesty understand better.”
Negris paused for a moment, “Help His Majesty understand better?”
“Yes, when I first designed it, there were no books or towers, just these imprints, which made it more convenient. But His Majesty rejected it, saying he couldn’t understand, and asked me to make it simpler. So it ended up like this,” Durken explained.
Durken floated to a bookshelf, unexpectedly pulled out a book, and showed everyone. Written on it were words saying: Onia, coordinates: …¥%#&, time: ¥…#%¥*… and that was all.
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Returning the book, Durkin took out another one. The same details – name, coordinates, time – were there.
Negris said, “The two times are different. It should indicate the time of the registration. What about the glowing books? What do they represent?”
Durkin floated up, fetched a glowing book and returned. As he floated upwards, he accidentally bumped into a ghoul.
The ghoul didn’t see him and just looked puzzled after feeling the bump. It looked around confusedly, then continued working with a befuddled expression.
“You bumped into the ghoul. Are you okay?” Negris asked.
“I’m fine. It can’t see us. We used the Highest Power Marks to enter, they used low-level imprints. They can’t see this book tower from their perspective. Their world is pitch black, and they can only see these shining imprints.” Durken explained.
Upon opening the glowing book, apart from the name, coordinates, and time, there was loads more information. An old farmer appeared, anxiously saying,
“I’m buying, buying! We need twenty thousand kilograms of grains. We are willing to pay twenty gold coins per ton. Whoever has any extra, sell us some, no matter how much, or we will soon starve to death.”
A ghoul looked towards this direction curiously. It floated over, grabbed the ‘book’, and pulled it with no luck. After another try, it still couldn’t pull it out.
Puffing up its cheeks, it rolled up its sleeves and hugged the book tightly, pulling with all its might.
It might become suspicious if this carried on. Durken had to let go and the ghoul fell backward, holding the book, due to the sudden release of force.
Once it got up, it scratched its head, confused, and after slapping the ‘book’ angrily, went up holding the ‘book’.
Durken then floated up and took out another book. Just like the previous message, it was also a plea for grain. He took several more books, all pleading for grain, until the seventh had a different demand.
A female Swordsman was showing off her Longsword, stopping the camera focus on its grip, giving a detailed demonstration and saying, “Burning Sword Saint Lucidia, looking to buy a Flame Emblem. It must have Level 6 Fire Enhancement ability and be capable of storing more than two Level 6 Defense Magic. I can pay fifty thousand Demon Crystals.”
“This one is good, we can accept it.” Durken promptly swiped his hand over the book. The book stoping glowing immediately.
Once the book stopped glowing, the ghost could no longer see it. A ghost that had been floating towards it scratched its head and floated back.
“Let’s go, let’s get out of here,” Durken said.
Exiting the Soul Network of the House of Deceased, Durken said to Ange, “Sir, I need some Dragon Pattern Steel and Mithril.”
Ange nodded and focused his attention, pulling out a huge chunk of Dragon Pattern Steel anchor.
Durken casually forged a few Flame Emblems and kept them aside for future use.
After twenty minutes, Ange gathered his focus again and pulled out a large chunk of Mithril.
Roxy’s eyes were bulging out of her head, nearly sticking to the block of Mithril. My goodness, she thought, the financial capacity behind this new ally could seemingly produce Demon Crystals, how can they be so wealthy?
Negris also noticed a problem, “It’s only been twenty minutes, how are you able to extract again?”
In the beginning, Ange needed thirty minutes to extract once, but now the time had shortened by almost ten minutes. What had caused this decrease in time?
“Soul strength,” Ange responded.
Negris leaned over to sense it and sure enough, it was stronger. Compared to half a month ago, Ange’s Soul Heart had gone from being severely drained to the point of shrinkage to now being back to ‘normal’.
“It seems that your extraction ability is related to soul strength. If you continue to increase your soul strength, won’t you be able to extract every minute? Or even every few seconds?” Negris mused.
Ange cocked his head to the side, suddenly freezing as he felt a touch to his body.
Bringing his thoughts back to his physical body, he looked down to see Little Angel pouting and jabbing his rib with her finger.
Not far away, were Little Zombie, Lightning, Big Cat, Lisa, Silver Coin, and the others. They had all arrived.