Chen Lin had not expected the Holy Lord to come over, and inwardly frowned.
The more importance the other man attached to him, the worse it actually was for him. He had no desire to deal with any Night King. He only wanted to obtain the Rubik's Cube Fragment and secure the sliver of life his talent ability had divined.
As things stood, he had already gained enough. Winning or losing the gambling match did not matter, so long as he could leave alive.
As for becoming a savior, he did not have that kind of ability.
The Night King was an existence who could defeat even the Shadow Scholar. Chen Lin was not remotely comparable to him. Even if he staked his life on the Art of Facing Death, he would be nothing more than a slightly bigger piece of cannon fodder.
"If you wish to enter, I can communicate with the Holy Spirit. But this is our people's holy land, and outsiders may not enter. You must undergo baptism in the Holy Spirit's holy light and become one of us."
The Holy Lord spoke again.
At his words, Chen Lin immediately felt that the unseen force had begun exerting itself, forcing him into a dilemma.
The last fragment was very likely inside this level of the Treasure Vault.
If he wanted to obtain that sliver of life, he had to go inside and investigate. But after the holy light baptism, he would surely be bound in some way. If they then ordered him to resist the Night King, he would have no way to refuse.
Chen Lin swiftly weighed the gains and losses, while driving his talent ability at full power to calculate which choice would be more advantageous.
The Holy Lord did not press him, but waited