Savior

Bo Shuo didn't know if it was a miracle or not; he felt the woman before him was more like a lunatic.

She spoke incoherently, jumping from one thing to another, much like the con artist who had swindled him out of ten yuan and sixty-eight cents at the overpass back then.

Damn it, Bo Shuo had been so poor then that he could only eat the wind, yet he was still tricked out of the last ten yuan and sixty-eight cents in his pocket.

So, riddle-tellers should just get out of the exam hall.

Bo Shuo thought with a blank expression, then interrupted her, "Stop."

His tone was indifferent and calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of command.

This also brought Eveya back to her senses temporarily.

She wasn't angered by the youth's arrogance. She raised her alluring, foxy eyes and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, that was my rudeness, but you'll forgive a poor person who's been stunned by a surprise, won't you?"

There was no response.

The youth sitting opposite her was half-immersed in shadow, his scarlet robe pooling on the ground like a flower in decadent bloom.

His deep purple eyes fell upon her, bringing a chilling sense of unease.

Eveya felt as if her throat was being constricted. She couldn't utter another word for a long time. After a long pause, in the dead silence, her expression became somewhat dazed, as if she had suddenly received a shocking blow.

"If you are absolutely certain the divination is correct," she murmured, "I can't believe that the Savior chosen by destiny would look like this."

There was no righteousness or kindness as imagined, no tolerance or mercy. You couldn't even find a single positive adjective.

Rather than a Savior, he seemed more like those beings in the heavens, those aloof, cold, and cruel gods.

Her voice wasn't deliberately suppressed and easily reached Bo Shuo's ears.

Divination, Savior.

Bo Shuo extracted the keywords from her words.

"So this is why you came to find me."

"That's right!"

Eveya said urgently, "Do you know? A hundred years ago, I discovered an astonishing truth."

"Our entire world is a melting candle, and we are the wax."

Her tone grew somewhat frantic, her voice sharpening at the end, "One day, all of us will have our value completely drained, and then we will become a puddle of mud."

"We will all die here! Without exception! We will all die here! Only you can stop this, Mr. Savior."

However, her display of genuine emotion this time did not elicit any admiration or praise from the sole audience member present.

"Are you done?"

The abrupt question was like a bucket of cold water thrown on Eveya's surging emotions. She looked up dazedly at the youth in the distance.

The youth was relaxed, his hands clasped, looking like he was watching a show. He sighed with a sincere tone, "Compared to other professions, I think you have a greater talent for being a pyramid scheme leader."

Bo Shuo meant this sincerely. Watching Eveya's passionate performance, she was even better than the pyramid scheme leaders from his previous life.

Because he had experience being scammed, Bo Shuo was exceptionally cautious when facing such situations.

Even though Bo Shuo had the mission to save the world when he came to this place, he wouldn't openly admit it. Who knew if it was a trap?

Seemingly struck by his words, Eveya's spirit seemed to droop. She gave a bitter smile, "I know you don't believe me. I'm not here to force you to accept this."

"I know you need a lot of points right now."

"We can make a deal," she took a deep breath and spoke faster: "In half a month, a limited-time exam hall will open. The entry requirement is for candidates below A-class."

"I want you to participate and bring something back for me."

A deal?

Bo Shuo's interest was piqued upon hearing the words "points trade," but he remained outwardly unfazed, neither agreeing nor refusing.

This continued until Eveya took out a photograph and placed it on the table.

The photograph showed a stone. It was ordinary yet not ordinary, carved with intricate patterns. As the light shifted, it exuded a strange, alluring power.

Just looking at it for two seconds made one's heart scream, "Get it! Get it!"

This was very unusual.

007 recognized it and exclaimed excitedly, "This is a valuable item!"

"An S-class item. Although its use is unknown, if we were to exchange it, it would cost tens of millions of Emotion Points."

An S-class item.

One could imagine that such an item would not be easily obtained.

Logically, the person chosen to obtain such an important item should be someone he trusted implicitly, or at the very least, a highly capable mercenary. There was no way it should be him.

There must be a trick.

(Candidate ID S1230 Eveya has initiated a transaction with you. Please accept -100,000 points.)

Bo Shuo was stunned. The sudden mechanical voice interrupted his thoughts.

Wait, you're serious.

Bo Shuo frowned, "Are you trying to force a sale? I never agreed to your request from beginning to end."

"Of course not."

Eveya had completely regained her composure by now. She smiled and said, "Whether you agree or not, these points are just my welcome gift to you."