The Savior

Bo Shuo didn't know whether it was a miracle, but he felt the woman before him was more like a lunatic.

She spoke incoherently, jumping from one thing to the next, very much like the swindler who had cheated him out of ten yuan and sixty-eight fen over at the overpass back then.

Damn it, Bo Shuo had been so poor he could only drink the northwest wind at that time, and they had still swindled his last remaining ten yuan and sixty-eight fen right out of his pocket.

That was why Riddlers should just get out of the Exam Venue.

Bo Shuo thought expressionlessly, then smoothly interrupted her, "Stop."

His tone was cold and calm, yet it revealed an unquestionable sense of command.

This also allowed Eveya to temporarily recover a shred of her sanity.

She didn't get angry at the youth's arrogance either, lifting those alluring and captivating fox-like eyes to say with pitiful wretchedness, "Apologies, this is my discourtesy, but you'll forgive a poor person struck dumb by surprise, won't you?"

No response.

The youth sitting opposite her had half his figure plunged into shadow, and his scarlet robe draped across the ground like a flower blooming to the point of decay.

Those deep purple eyes fell upon her, bringing a hair-raising sense of unease.

It was as if Eveya's throat had been choked off, and she didn't spit out another word for ages. After a long while, amid dead silence, her expression grew somewhat dazed, as if she had suddenly suffered a stunning blow.

"If I'm entirely certain the divination result is correct," she murmured, "I can't believe the savior chosen by fate actually looks like this."

There was no imagined uprightness and goodness, no tolerance and mercy, and you couldn't even find a positive, upward-moving word from him.

Compared to the status of a savior, he was more like those gods above the Azure Vault, those aloof, cold, and cruel ones.

This voice wasn't deliberately reined in, and it easily reached Bo Shuo's ears.

Divination, savior.

Bo Shuo extracted the key vocabulary from between her words.

"So this is your purpose in coming to find me."

"That's right!"

Eveya urged hastily, "Do you know? A hundred years ago, I once discovered a startling truth."

"Our entire world is a melting candle, and we are simply the wax oil within it."

Her tone grew somewhat manic, her tail-end carrying a sharp edge, "One day, all of us will be squeezed dry of every bit of value, and then become a pool of mud."

"All of us will die here! No exceptions! All of us will die here! Only you can stop all this, Mr. Savior."

Yet her display of genuine emotion this time failed to elicit the admiration and awe of the only audience present.

"Are you finished?"

The abrupt words were like pouring a bucket of cold water over Eveya's soaring emotions, and she stared blankly, looking up at the distant youth.

The youth's posture was very relaxed, hands crossed in a picture of watching a show, and he sighed with a very sincere tone, "Compared to other professions, I think you have more of a talent for being a pyramid scheme ringleader."

Bo Shuo meant this sentence sincerely; watching Eveya's passionate appearance, she was more than a match for those pyramid scheme ringleaders from his past life.

Because he had the experience of being swindled, Bo Shuo approached matters of this sort with extraordinary caution.

Even though Bo Shuo did shoulder the mission of saving the world upon coming to this place, he wouldn't openly admit it either—who knew if there was a trap.

Seeming to be struck by these words, Eveya's spirit flagged somewhat, and she gave a bitter laugh, "I know you don't believe me, and my coming this time isn't to make you forcefully accept this matter."

"I know you currently need a lot of Points."

"We can make a deal," she drew a deep breath, her speaking speed quickening: "A time-limited Exam Venue is opening half a month from now, and the entry requirement is examinees below A-rank."

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

A deal?

Hearing the words "Points deal," Bo Shuo grew interested, but on the surface he remained unperturbed, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Shou Dao Eveya produced a photograph and placed it on the table.

The photograph showed a stone, ordinary yet not ordinary, carved with delicate patterns. As the light shifted, it carried a bizarre and seductive power.

One only had to stare at it for two seconds, and the heart seemed to clamor endlessly: Get it! Get it!

This was very unusual.

007 recognized it, saying excitedly: "This is good stuff!"

"An S-class item. Although its uses are still unknown, if we want to exchange for it, it takes tens of millions of Emotion Points."

An S-class item.

One could guess without thinking that this sort of thing definitely couldn't be obtained so easily.

Logically speaking, the person chosen to acquire such an important item ought to be a trusted confidant, or failing that, a formidable mercenary. No matter how one thought about it, his turn shouldn't come.

There had to be a catch.

(Examinee No. S1230 Eveya has initiated a deal with you; please accept it—100k Points.)

Bo Shuo started slightly, this sudden mechanical voice interrupting his train of thought.

No, you're playing for real.

Bo Shuo frowned, "Are you planning to force a buy and sell? I never agreed to your request from start to finish."

"Of course not."

Eveya had already completely recovered her previous composure by this point, smiling as she said, "Whether you agree or not, these Points are simply a welcome gift from me to you."