Just as he was preparing to enter a long period of seclusion, Wenren Sheng heard the long-absent notification chime once more.
"Greed and Friendship: Your Seed of Illusion has taken part in a strange script. No one can predict its ending, because the scriptwriter hates having its script seen through." "Mystery Points: ??" "Mystery Composition: ??"
Well, Little Illusion had really done him proud. She could even create mysterious events for him now...
Wenren Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Still, he was very pleased. After all, opportunities to raise the upper limit of his Mystery Points were far fewer now than they had been a few years ago.
Sometimes, several months passed before he received another notification about an increase.
He had even suspected that the Seed of Mystery was deliberately skimming off the rewards for his hard work.
But upon further thought, it had no motive to do so, nor could it possibly do such a thing.
Because he himself was the greatest mysterious entity in this world.
It could not find a second suitable host.
Other Seeds, such as Zhao Han's Seed of Narration and Wu Liansong's Seed of Sorrow, might deliberately harm their owners, because they could always find plenty of replacements.
When Zhao Han had encountered danger several times recently, he had suspected that her Seed had been involved.
At the very least, it was suspected of slacking off. Otherwise, she should have been able to easily avoid those traps instead of falling into danger.
Like when she had just been trapped in the underground passage—was that trap really so difficult? It might have been difficult for ordinary Otherworldly Users, but for a rare professional prophecy-type Seed, it should have been no challenge at all.
He would have to find time