Chapter 110: A Job Offer: You In?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 110: A Job Offer: You In?
"The Void!!! Have you returned to pollute this place once again?!"
Faced with the thunderous roar that reverberated through the entire space, Xie Bai covered her ears.
"Hiss... Could you keep it down? I haven't even said what I'm here for yet. And what’s with all these prejudices anyway..."
As she spoke, Xie Bai raised Falcant's Golden Years.
"If you don't want to listen to me like a civilized person, I wouldn't mind testing the power of this Divine Artifact."
Seeing the golden greatsword in Xie Bai’s hand, Falcant instantly calmed down.
"Wait... why is Falcant's Golden Years in your hands?"
As the smith who had personally forged this artifact, Falcant might not have recognized other Divine Artifacts, but he was intimately aware of the power of this space-time weapon.
As long as enough history was burned as fuel, it could launch an all-encompassing strike that transcended the limitations of time and space.
Every single minute time scale across all of space-time would indiscriminately suffer the damage of that single blow.
The resulting effect was that the target would be subjected to a continuous attack with a frequency pushed to the very limits of the world.
Furthermore, this continuous attack would have existed from the very moment the target was born; even if they were resurrected in the future, they could not escape it.
Falcant’s original intention in forging this artifact was to target a complete True God who spanned all of space-time.
As for why he’d had such an intention in the first place, Falcant could no longer remember.
What was certain was that the artifact in Xie Bai’s hand was indeed the Falcant's Golden Years from his memories.
It was the real deal—a Divine Artifact specifically designed to slay True Gods.
"However, to activate that artifact, you must have history to use as fuel. You don't possess the Divine Authority of Time, so you shouldn't be able to record history."
Though he voiced his doubts, Falcant’s true form did not make a move to step forward.
Xie Bai felt a bit speechless at the sight.
"Fine. Since you asked, I’ll give you a look."
With that, Xie Bai produced the Book of Truth.
As she flipped to the page where history was stored, the entire long river of history surged into a riot once more.
"The Book of Truth? How did you obtain this artifact... Wait, twenty-five Branch Histories, and a portion of the True Scale? How did you record..."
Suddenly, Falcant noticed the Divine Authority mark at the very top.
"A Divine Authority permit for the transfer of history? This was given to you by a version of me from a branch?"
Xie Bai nodded in response to Falcant’s inquiry.
"That version of you was incredibly enthusiastic. The moment he saw me, he couldn't wait to shove the history he’d recorded into my hands. Sigh... Unlike the current you, who’s so distant."
Hearing this, Falcant felt something was off.
"Was that really a branch version of me...?"
Though he harbored doubts, the mark on the Book of Truth was undeniably genuine.
That mark could only be granted through the true recognition of the Authority’s master. Once obtained, one could manipulate the Godhead to directly trigger the corresponding Divine Authority effects without needing the master's further consent.
While a mark from a branch couldn't influence his main self, it forced Falcant to realize a certain fact.
"A branch of me actually recognized you? No, perhaps they simply failed to see through the Void power within you."
As he spoke, the surrounding river of history surged back, reconstructing a platform for Xie Bai to stand on.
"Oh? You’re willing to listen now?"
Once the river of history resumed its flow, Falcant suppressed the fear in his heart and spoke to the tiny figure of Xie Bai at the center.
"Have you come here to recruit me to help you fight the Supreme Court?"
Xie Bai shook her head.
"I did consider it, but if it’s you... forget it."
She pulled out a Space-Time Fragment and tossed it idly.
"But more importantly, I have a job opening in the Land of Distortion. What do you think? You in?"
*
Northgard, Northern Empire.
Aisarakus sat upon the throne, her massive dragon wings tucked behind her and even her usually active tail tightly coiled.
Faced with the prospect of receiving an envoy from another nation, Aisarakus appeared somewhat restless and uneasy.
Fortunately, Brandon was well aware of Aisarakus’s temperament. He didn't make her handle the negotiations personally, simply asking her to sit properly on the throne to maintain appearances.
Although Aisarakus’s current image didn't seem particularly intimidating, it didn't stop her from directly releasing her draconic pressure to bolster her aura.
As the world's level cap increased, Aisarakus’s level had successfully reached 126.
At this stage, she was undeniably part of the world's first-tier powerhouses.
"But even so, why can't I beat that bastard Brandon..."
As if hearing Aisarakus’s whisper, Brandon, who was talking to someone below, glanced over at her.
"!!!"
Instantly, Aisarakus sat bolt upright, resuming her dignified posture as the Emperor of the North.
Seeing that Aisarakus was behaving, Brandon turned his attention back to the guest.
The man sitting before him was the envoy from the Aodu Empire—Roland.
"It’s quite a surprise. I didn't expect the person meeting me would be you. I remember the last time we met, you were merely a helmsman. Now, you are already the Minister of Diplomacy for the Northern Empire."
Brandon shook his head at Roland’s praise.
"You flatter me. I simply had nothing to do after retiring and came here to try my luck. However, I heard that Master Roland is no longer serving as the Royal Chief Alchemist?"
"Indeed, that is the case. I am getting on in years, after all. It was time to step aside and let the younger generation gain some experience. Though, looking at you, it seems age hasn't affected you at all..."
"That? I simply used a few little tricks. If Master Roland is interested, I wouldn't mind sharing."
"I'll pass. I can't handle too much excitement these days. Besides, everyone has their secrets; it wouldn't be right for me to pry."
"Oh? And what exactly do you mean by that, Master Roland?"
At that moment, Roland brushed away the illusion on his wrist, revealing a black-and-gold bracelet.
"I’m simply saying that sometimes, we don't need to beat around the bush."
Seeing the black-and-gold bracelet on Roland’s wrist, Brandon immediately understood the man’s meaning.
"So, you're one of us. That makes things much easier..."
Brandon glanced around the room. Once he confirmed they were secure, he released a barrier of Cognitive Disturbance to protect the ensuing conversation.
"Since Master Roland prefers to be direct, I’ll speak plainly."
Hearing this, Roland sensed a shift in the atmosphere.
Brandon’s voice grew low and heavy.
"Master Roland, you should have a Fragment of Truth on your person. If I’m not mistaken, that Lord would be quite interested in such a thing."