Former Residence of Celestial God

In the depths of time within the multiverse.

A corner that doesn't exist in the present world or in history.

There was a small wooden cabin that smelled of decay.

A butterfly fluttered its wings and flew in from an unknown place.

It passed through the bustling kitchen.

A gecko is slowly crawling on the ceiling.

In the corner was a lush green spider web.

The net weaver himself has disappeared without a trace.

On the marble platform below.

The cutlery, however, seemed to be arguing fiercely like little people.

The butterfly paused there for a moment.

Then they passed through the gap into the back door of the kitchen.

We walked around a narrow, dark corridor.

Walk through the narrow living room, which is filled with garbage.

It finally arrived at its destination.

The northeast corner of the cabin.

A place that can be tentatively called a "study".

It's called a study.

There is actually less than 2 square meters of space here.

A nanmu wood desk takes up quite a bit of space.

On the desk.

A tall, elderly man is writing furiously.

The butterfly rested quietly on the old man's pen.

The latter's actions did not stop as a result.

On the contrary, it sped up the writing speed.

The writing made by the dark red quill pen on the yellowish-brown paper would soon disappear.

The butterfly flapped its wings.

I only saw the last few lines—

"-Extreme long-distance teleportation ability (suspected to be unlimited; beware)"

...- Godfall Thrust (Suspected to have ample resurrection attempts; highly vigilant)...- Clone Technique (Medium strength; be cautious)

... - No Mercy (suspected to be an unrestricted and repeatedly enhanced feat/High vigilance)

..."

That's all for now.

The quill pen paused slightly.

It just hovered there in mid-air.

Until all the writing disappeared.

The old man was just about to continue writing.

But the butterfly had already lost the patience to wait.

It took flight gracefully.

Elegant posture.

But the voice coming from inside the butterfly's belly was extremely frantic:

"You're being overly cautious, old man!"

The old man put down his quill pen, looking slightly tired.

He rubbed his temples with his right hand.

The voice was calm and steady.

"I've already lost the first round."

"He may be the most terrifying enemy I have ever encountered in my life."

"Being cautious is never a bad thing."

The butterfly sneered and mocked:

"It's not too late to beg for mercy, Constantine."

"Kneel down and lick Roger's toes, and maybe he'll spare your life."

"Or, you could choose to hide forever. After all, this house is nice, isn't it?"

The old man sighed softly.

He didn't say much.

But his determined gaze undoubtedly revealed his thoughts at that moment.

Then the butterfly quieted down.

After a while.

Constantine said seriously, "We should think this through carefully."

"This time, my opponent never plays by the rules. Several of his actions have ruined our plans. To be honest, I can't figure out his thoughts at all. He's like a novice gambler, playing his cards however he pleases."

The butterfly said unhappily:

"Isn't dealing with novice gamblers a piece of cake for us?"

The old man shook his head and said, "But he isn't."

"He just looks like one."

"I have a feeling that while we are probing the enemy's fighting style and habitual thinking, he is also trying to figure out ours...and his thinking level may be higher than ours."

"This isn't a difference in intelligence; it's more like a talent... or a specialty. Damn, Roger has countless specialties; this guy is practically a specialty dealer!"

As they talked...

Constantine's tone was also somewhat irritated.

However, he managed to suppress his emotions and calmly advised:

"Listen!"

"We should consider this carefully!"

"At least in the short term, we should all avoid that Roger!"

The old man's suggestion was rejected by the butterflies.

It seems to be due to a fit of rage.

The butterfly's wings also turned jet black.

He roared hysterically:

"I will not avoid that person!"

"That's a cowardly act!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"You have to help me, Constantine!"

"I shouldn't be someone else's shadow!"

The butterfly frantically went up and down.

But Constantine fell silent.

He sat there silently.

It resembles a stone sculpture.

"I don't have much time left..."

The butterfly perched once more on the tip of the quill pen. "You need to show some guts, just like we did when we dealt with those sorcerers."

"Besides, don't forget, even if you can hide in this little house, if I die, he might still be able to find this place by following the clues!"

"A mysterious little house that transcends the present world and history—a greedy man like him would never let it slip by!"

Constantine's tone turned slightly cold. "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I didn't. I was just stating the facts."

The butterfly urged frantically:...

"His reputation in the Prime Material Plane is ridiculously good."

But one thing is common knowledge.

That is, he is a very petty person...

so.

Give up your illusions.

Constantine!

Am I not your favorite child?

No father would refuse to save his own child, would he?

After listening to this passage...

Constantine pondered for a moment and asked:

What kind of help do you need?

"The mask of the Calamity Goddess, the White Plains Portal, and the dagger of the No Returner."

The butterfly answered very quickly.

Constantine's lips curled up slightly.

The wrinkles on his face became even more pronounced and denser because of that dry smile:

"He mentioned three and Demigod Artifact right off the bat."

"On Greed."

"You are indeed on par with Roger."

The butterfly said nonchalantly:

"If treasures are not born to be stained with blood, then their existence is meaningless."

"You were willing to give Roger the Oath of Azure, so you're not going to be stingy with your treasures when it comes to me, are you?"

The old man shook his head and said, "At most, I can only lend you Teleportation Gate."

"The dangers of masks and daggers are too great, and it is difficult to grasp the proper balance."

The butterfly chuckled:

"Stop being mysterious, old man."

I want them all!

"Whether you give it to me or not, I will go and fight Roger to the death. You should understand the implications."

Constantine still shook his head.

The butterfly immediately started cursing wildly on the table.

The wording was extremely harsh.

Constantine remained completely unmoved.

He just sat there quietly.

He coldly watched the Slaughter Mask transform into a butterfly.

Suddenly.

His ears twitched slightly.

On the table.

A golden eyeball quietly appeared.

at the same time.

A sharp voice followed:...

"Latest intelligence."

Roger returned to the present world.

"He has disrupted our plans once again."

"What should we do, Master?"

Constantine frowned deeply.

He's playing you for a fool.

"Let him know that he's the one who has the upper hand..."

"You don't want to become the most pathetic immortal in Mystra's history, do you?"

The butterfly seized the opportunity to fan the flames.

The gilded eyeball glanced at it.

He didn't speak.

The study fell silent.

A moment later.

Constantine's voice came through:

"Take it to the treasure vault."

"Take three and Demigod Artifact, and remember to sign a lease agreement."

He paused.

The conversation was likely shifting its focus. "Only if I cast a delayed 'Stainless' spell on you. I can't risk being exposed here by funding you to fight such a terrifying enemy."

Upon hearing this...

Slaughter Mask couldn't help but sneer:

"You really want to stay here forever?!"

"The Invisibility Technique and all that, whatever. Anyway, after this, I don't want to go into this kind of awful place again. You have no idea what I encountered when I came in..."

The whispers gradually subsided.

After a short rest.

The butterfly, whose wings were so black they seemed to drip ink, flew away again through the cracks in the hut.

A corner of the kitchen.

The fighting event for those knife and fork figures changed from fencing to tug-of-war.

Not long after.

The butterfly flew out of the cabin completely.

When passing by the house number.

It paused briefly.

Then it completely disappeared into the colorful world outside.

A breeze was blowing.

The wooden signboard swayed.

There was an ancient line of text and a more recent annotation above it.

"The cabin in Moonglade (Owner: O/ Pandora)"

"Celestial Palace Label: Former Residence of Celestial God"

"Clone Authority Rank is quite interesting!"

"If I transform into the Red Moon and have the Ghost King carry me to kill people, I can not only Shape Shift at will, but also completely confuse my opponents..."

"I wonder if it hurts when you're cutting someone up!"

He quickly sensed the power of the newly acquired position.

Roger's mood also brightened.

Compared to those mysterious ranks and positions.

The characteristics and uses of Clone Authority Rank are very simple and clear.

One word.

Copy! Many of the powers of this persona require the aid of special mediums to be accomplished.

This medium can be any carrier capable of recording information.

reel.

Stubborn rock.

Ancient bamboo.

These are all acceptable.

certainly.

From the perspective of practicality and cost-effectiveness.

Scrolls remain the best option.

Therefore, the skill of creating various scrolls is inherent to the character.

These skills help Roger record information, data, and templates related to the target.

Thus, they can perform "Impersonator" and "Inanimate Object Transformation".

These two specialties are extremely valuable in practice.

And very quickly.

Roger realized that even if he didn't use these two specializations directly.

It can also leverage the power of Clone Authority Rank to obtain target data!

at this point.

It is even more ferocious than the combined effects of "Qi Divination Technique + Ascension Perception + Absolute Insight".

After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle.

The existence of the Information Scroll gave Roger the opportunity to steal enemy data.

They haven't even started fighting yet.

Roger saw right through the other man's underwear.

The outcome of the battle was self-evident.

certainly.

The appearance of the Clone Authority Rank also served as a wake-up call for Roger.

Even if Constantine did not have this rank.

There may be similar forces.

Considering his previous unusual behavior.

The other party is very likely collecting information about me! In this regard...

Roger was actually always at a disadvantage.

His advantage lies in his continuous improvement.

And it's not slow.

With the assistance of abilities such as "Aura Concealment Technique".

Roger's current information is difficult to leak directly.

If Constantine wanted to figure Roger out little by little...

Then he will inevitably pay a heavy price.

Relatively speaking.

Roger wasn't sure just how deep the foundation of an Immortal-grade alchemist really was.

After all, the other party could even use Demigod Artifact as a trap! This feat truly astonished Roger, who was always frugal and hardworking.

therefore.

Roger was actually prepared for a long-term battle with Constantine.

But this doesn't mean he will choose a more conservative strategy.

On the contrary.

He wanted to create a wound in Constantine's heart in the short term.

And the best candidate for that breakthrough.

All that remains is the Slaughter Mask.

I came to my senses.

The rapid scene transition has been completed.

Upon returning to the Prime Material Plane.

Roger and Ripley appeared in a valley some distance from Wildfire City.

This is quite different from the coordinates he previously established using the Time Scroll.

This indicates what happened during the days Roger was away.

Mystra underwent another violent expansion!

No further explanation is needed.

The two split up to investigate the situation.

Roger Light as a Swallow found a hilltop to overlook the view.

This sight was quite surprising.

In Roger's perception.

Although they have deviated from their original coordinates.

But it should also be in the mountains and forests near Wildfire City.

But the scene before him was completely different from what Roger had imagined—

Southwest of the mountain range.

The originally bumpy hills and mountains have been transformed into a vast, unobstructed plain.

On the plains stand numerous prosperous city-states! From east to west.

Three parallel rivers hang like white belts across the plain.

Land along the river.

The scattered cities and villages are clearly visible.

In the countryside.

Castles stand in rows.

Various types of manors are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle embedded in the city-state.

All of these things come together.

It is truly a beautiful pastoral scene!

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

The Southern Continent of Mi Star was originally a sparsely populated area.

It suddenly became a gathering place with at least hundreds of thousands of people.

This contrast briefly disrupted Roger's train of thought.

He quickly activated his Perception Authority.

Quickly gather information by exploring unusual phenomena.

"Ascension Perception: You have discovered 'The Returned Historical World (The 11th History)'"

"You sensed 'Ruins: Far Gaze Town ', 'Ruins: Owl Castle '...

"You realize that the Historical World you've returned to is the 'World of Far Gaze Town ' that you once experienced in the Legacy of Time, a vibrant world that also bears the traces of your presence..."

"It's actually the return of Far Gaze Town?"

"What about the Great Secret Realm and its key?"

"Someone took it?"

Roger let out a long breath.

Looking out over the vibrant plain at the foot of the mountain.

He felt an indescribable sense of relief.

The 11th History Realm was the most prosperous world of human development he had ever seen.

This is definitely not his achievement alone.

But at least it's related to him.

Thinking of those memories from Legacy of Time.

Roger's heart tightened. "The Far Gaze Town has returned."

"Mystra ..."

It was as if to confirm his idea.

The next second.

His senses stirred again! On the data panel.

"Ascension Perception: You have discovered the ' Ether Witch '!"

"She seems to be engaged in a fierce competition with someone!"

"Insight: You have discovered that the Ether Witch has killed three Child of Slaughter (subordinates of the Slaughter Mask)!"

In a village at the foot of the mountain.

Roger casually canceled the Somersault Cloud.

He looked at the woman who looked exactly like Mystra with a complicated expression.

The latter looked at him with the same gaze.

Why are you here?

Roger asked.

The Ether Witch had already detected his presence.

At present.

She gathered her long hair.

He hummed softly:

Do I need to report to you when I go back to my hometown?

"Or do you insist that I call you that in person..."

"...dad?"