Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

“Let’s discuss your little warning,” Camilla sneered.

“The idea of leaving behind the timeline before your ascension as a medium to directly interfere with Currere is exquisite You mustn’t forget that this plan of yours exposes your vulnerability. One wrong move and you’ll crumble like a house of cards. Hahahahahaha”

“Hahahaha, Huh?”

Valk, who was sitting in the VIP private room, suddenly stopped mid-laugh. Butler Reason immediately asked from the side, “Boss, what’s wrong?”

“That fellow killed my messenger. Tsk, She has a vicious streak a mile wide”

Reason’s expression remained stoic as he asked, “Do you believe the Calamity can overcome Ms. Camilla’s scheme, which has been in place for millennia since the Bronze Age?”

Valk replied, “What do you think?”

“The only way the Calamity can emerge victorious is if he’s willing to incinerate 40 million souls. But even then, he might not make it out of Ravenwood alive. The only reason he has a fighting chance now is because his two former loyal subordinates risked everything to uncover vital intel.”

“So, will he burn it?” Valk pressed for more.

Reason shook his head.

“To a certain extent, the Calamity is like your kindred spirit, Boss. If it were you, you wouldn’t burn it.”

The insinuation was clear: if it were me, I would have burned it long ago, but since I would, you definitely wouldn’t.

Valk applauded happily.

“Ah, a kindred spirit. It’s not often I hear words of praise that I actually like. Well said, Reason! Kindred spirit! I love it!”

Reason continued expressionlessly, “But unlike you, Boss, the Calamity doesn’t have an immortal body. His fate is sealed.”

“Immortal body”

Valk repeated Reason’s words, his voice laced with an eerie chill, nothing like the joy it formerly had.

His feline eyes fixated on Reason, dangerous and unpredictable.

He continued asking and spoke very slowly and gently. “Do you truly believe we have immortal bodies?”

Valk’s expression shifted again, his earlier good humor returning.

“Hahahahaha, why so serious?! Care to make a wager on whether the Calamity can pull off the impossible once more?”

Regarding this, Reason shook his head and said, “I can’t beat you.”

Valk shook his head regretfully.

“Such a shame. Well, I suppose I’ll have to seek out some more daring companions to place my bets with But don’t worry, I won’t end you today.”

With a parting shot that left one on high alert, Valk transformed into a whirlwind of playing cards and vanished into thin air.

Reason remained motionless, frozen in place like a work of art carved from marble.

Only once it was certain that Absurdity Jester had disappeared did Reason finally stagger over to a nearby chair and collapse into it. The VIP room was littered with clown-themed cards, a fitting backdrop for the chaos that had just ensued.

Trembling uncontrollably, Reason fished a handkerchief from the pocket of its tuxedo and wiped the non-existent sweat from its brow.

D-does He already know what I did?

In the underground root system close to the tree hole.

Elaire, the ambassador of the empire, led the Obliteration Tower monks through the winding roots.

Something is off about that woman and the VIP she was with.

Elaire had concluded this after the meeting at White Bone Castle.

They were hiding something, and his unexpected visit had caught them off guard.

That man couldn’t have been a consultant for the Moon Realm.

I suspect he’s affiliated with another faction.

Elaire didn’t know for sure, but he knew he had to take revenge for the humiliation he had suffered.

Originally, Elaire had planned to use the embassy’s intelligence network to dig up dirt on Floralafter all, his life would be in danger if he swaggered into Holy Tree City now. However, to his surprise, or rather, within expectations, there were so many people in Holy Tree City who opposed Floral’s iron-fisted rule that his informants easily obtained vital information from the Oak Council.

Floral was hiding something deep in the underground root system of the World Tree.

Underground root system? Since it wasn’t inside Holy Tree City, Elaire decided to take matters into his own hands and search for evidence himself.

He didn’t expect to find anything that could bring down Floral, but he could use this opportunity to deal a blow to the empress’s faction. and that it had to wait until he returned to Platinum City to make things difficult for her. But he could use this opportunity to deal a blow to the empress’s faction.

Empress Erin and the Holy Tree Duke were once rumored to be as close as a mother and daughter. But when Erin made the decision to return to Platinum City, their relationship completely fell apart.

Some say that Erin squeezed the arable land in Emerald Province dry just to fulfill the Damon Continent’s contract.

But Elaire, with his experience in Platinum City’s complex political environment, knew the truth was far more nuanced.

It was Floral, with her unwavering support, that allowed Erin to withstand the pressure from the senators represented by the power-hungry Speaker York. And with the Damon Continent’s trade agreement, Erin had everything she needed to secure her power.

Emerald Province was, hence, the empress’s most reliable ally.

And as an exile to this barbaric land, Elaire wasn’t about to let this opportunity to attack Erin’s ally slip away.

After scouring the area, Elaire and his guards finally stumbled upon a suspicious spot deep in the root system.

A wooden door, intricately made from intertwined roots, flickered with emerald-green runes.

In front of the door was a mark inserted by a magical medium.

Elaire’s guards informed him that the spells had been destroyed, making it easy to pass through.

“Alright, you go in first. You and you, protect me.”

Elaire issued his guards such an order.

As he recalled the brutal attack in the forest, he added, “And if you discover a creature attacking me, kill it without hesitation. The dead can always be used as evidence.”

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