Bones?
Although the answer was a little eccentric, Garcia's reply had at least brought a glimmer of hope.
Fu Qian had always been quite interested in how Midas would become real. After all, in theory, this was a genuine crossing of dimensions.
That was also why he had talked so much with Ross.
Fu Qian believed Ross's description of Midas had been sincere.
But at the end of the day, he was only a reader. What he knew was bound to be one-sided.
The image of Midas that could be pieced together from Ross's information and the earlier investigation was little more than that of an eccentric gambler.
He had suddenly appeared in a gambling city, seeming to indulge at the tables, but really making friends with all kinds of people under the guise of a timely rain, while secretly plotting to rob the birthday tribute—no, the casino vault.
And even though he was planning something on such a grand scale, he had no interest in money at all. He wanted only to make a name for himself and leave behind a legendary tale about the gambling city.
He certainly lived up to the name of a legend.
There was just one problem: this legend was coming to life.
Fu Qian had also spent a long time imagining exactly how someone might "become real."
The simplest possibility would be for the door to open one last time during the gang's planned division of the spoils, after their successful operation—and for someone they had long admired from afar to actually walk in.
But that would be a little too high-end.
Even among the Higher Beings he had encountered so far, he hadn't seen one powerful enough to create a living person out of nothing.
Then what about something a step