Azik's Reward

Snap! Snap! Snap!

He provided the sound effects in his mind for the process of the flesh and blood falling off Qilangos's body piece by piece.

Since they were members of the same organization and had met once, he decided to forgive the other party for the rash attack just now, considering he was about to die anyway.

If Mr. Azik didn't mind, he would also like to receive the other party's inheritance.

In the span of two or three seconds, the clothes on Qilangos's body rotted away, and his flesh and blood fell off, leaving only white bones.

Amidst the sound of cracking, the remaining bones also fell apart, crumbling into finer debris along with the rotted, fragmented clothing.

Between the rotting chunks of meat, white bone fragments, and torn cloth, a jelly-like object—a deep azure color seemingly wrapping a miniature whirlwind—was exposed.

It was the Beyonder characteristic from Qilangos; it seemed this abnormal method of death had accelerated the precipitation and aggregation of the characteristic within him.

Cyril's gaze was inevitably drawn to this brilliance. If the broken mirror shards hadn't been insufficient to allow him to open a "door" out, he would have even wanted to reach out and catch that Beyonder characteristic, taking it and running.

After all, Mr. Azik shouldn't care about such a small thing.

The moment the thought surfaced, he saw the figure in the formal suit and top hat in mid-air glance at him.

A polite, gentle, yet highly oppressive gaze landed on him, and Cyril stiffened, nodding gently toward the other party.

He could clearly feel that, unlike when Qilangos had sensed the prying gaze from the mirror shards earlier, Mr. Azik was truly seeing him quite clearly.

The next second, vivid and intense colors highlighted the dim, illusory, and unreal Mirror World. He saw strange, transparent spirits floating around him, as well as the brilliance coiled at the very top, as if it contained infinite knowledge.

"Spirit World?" Cyril murmured subconsciously.

Although he had never seen or been to the Spirit World, the seven different colored lights flowing silently above his head, containing countless knowledge, were far too conspicuous and iconic.

Azik, wearing a black formal suit and a top hat, appeared silently before him.

Azik raised his hand to press the top hat on his head, nodding gently at Cyril with a mild expression:

"Yes, this is the Spirit World."

"You seemed very surprised when you saw me just now. It was the kind of surprise that comes from recognizing me, so I pulled you over to ask."

"Don't worry, I just want to ask a few questions. Your friend is still staying in the Mirror World, and I will send you back after I finish asking."

Cyril stiffened his face and nodded with a smile at the other party. A big shot with amnesia was still a big shot; he had no thoughts of resistance, and instead, his thoughts wandered:

Is this an accident, or was this treasure arranged specifically to let me come into contact with Mr. Azik today?

But... Adam doesn't need the uniqueness of the God of Death. Could this be a part of His cooperation with the Goddess of Night?

Or perhaps, He wants to interfere with the plans of the Goddess of Night. Once the Goddess is preoccupied, Her attention on Klein will inevitably decrease, and that is when Amon will have an opportunity.

Thoughts flashed rapidly through Cyril's mind as he pondered every possibility.

He now firmly believed in one thing: there are no accidents or coincidences in the mystical world.

After thinking quietly for two seconds, he suppressed the aimless thoughts in his mind and answered Mr. Azik's questions without concealment:

"You could say I know you, but not in the way you think."

"I just happen to know of you, and I recognized your identity just now."

Azik nodded, not surprised: "Can you tell me about it? I have forgotten many things from the past and am currently searching for my own history."

"Of course." Cyril nodded. Since things had been arranged to this point, he had nothing to reject; after all, he was the one attracted here by the reward the other party had displayed.

After a slight pause, he organized his words and said: "I only know that you were the Death Consul of the Balam Empire in the Southern Continent over 1,300 years ago, Azik Eggers. You are the son of the God of Death and went missing after the God of Death fell."

"Some speculate that you are a resurrection backup prepared by the God of Death for Himself, while others say the true resurrection backup of the God of Death is in the Berserk Sea."

"I don't know anything more than that, but I think the fact that you have forgotten your past might be a setup by the God of Death himself."

Perhaps it was the performance talent of a Trickmaster, but Cyril became more fluent as he spoke, even managing to show appropriate expressions at the right moments.

After listening to his description, Azik stood there blankly, lost in distant memories.

He recalled some scenes from the past; they were neither beautiful nor warm, only cold, indifferent, and filled with death.

After a long while, he finally came back to his senses, and the coldness of someone high above appeared in his originally gentle and weathered eyes.

This state did not last long; he quickly restrained his emotions, though those weathered eyes still looked somewhat cold.

He then looked at Cyril and nodded gently: "Thank you for your answer. It allowed me to recall some memories of the past. Although they are not beautiful, I feel they are very important to me."

"This is my thank-you gift to you, and it also includes an apology for the previous accidental impact on the Mirror World you were in, which resulted in you being caught in the crossfire."

The right hand Azik extended held a jelly-like object of deep azure, with air currents swirling inside as if wrapping a perpetual miniature whirlwind.

It was the Wind-Blessed characteristic that had precipitated from Qilangos; Azik had picked it up.

Cyril was slightly stunned after seeing what was in Azik's hand, then his eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it with great joy.

...Originally, Mr. Azik should have left without even looking at this characteristic, so, was this brought specifically for me?

"It is best not to sell it during this period; it is easy for people to link Qilangos's death to you."

After a brief warning, Azik's figure suddenly moved away from him, and the vivid, rich colors around them faded rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in the deep, illusory Mirror World.

The next second, Owen rushed over and grabbed his arm tightly:

"Where did you go just now?"

"My divination failed too. I thought we had encountered the horrors of the Mirror World and was almost about to write my will."

"First of all, you don't have paper or a pen. Secondly, this is the Mirror World; even if you did write a will, no one would be able to see it."

After that retort, he explained the reason for his disappearance:

"The person who killed Qilangos just now pulled me into the Spirit World to ask some questions. We suddenly fell here from the Mirror World because of his influence, but he gave me a reward."

As he spoke, he displayed the Wind-Blessed Beyonder characteristic in his hand.

"Let's leave this area of the Mirror World first. The commotion from earlier will definitely attract the attention of official Beyonders. If we stay here any longer, we'll become suspects."

While speaking, he took a few steps forward, then reached out to press against the void in front of him. A layer of dim blue radiance rippled out from his palm, forming a new "door."

In reality, by the side of a quiet pond, a few mirror fragments lying silently in the mud flashed with dim blue light before quickly going dark.

Not far from the mirror fragments, a pile of rotting flesh, stark white broken bones, and decayed clothing scraps were heaped together, indicating that someone had once been there.

Ten seconds later, the sound of intense wind suddenly erupted here. Amidst the howling gales circling high above, an old man wearing a black soft hat and a black robe embroidered with the symbol of the storm, his silver eyes exceptionally stern, slowly descended to the ground.

He was the Cardinal of the Backlund diocese of the Church of the Lord of Storms, the Singer of Divine Ace Snake.

Looking at the pile of rotting flesh, bone fragments, and clothing scraps on the ground, the expression of this Singer of Divine was darker than the storm clouds above, causing the surrounding airflow to become heavy and oppressive.

When he tried to stop Qilangos from assassinating Duke Negan, he had arrived a step too late, allowing Qilangos to escape. During the subsequent pursuit, he had unexpectedly lost the trail of Qilangos.

By the time he finally locked onto Qilangos's aura again and rushed over, the target no longer even had a complete corpse left.

Sighing softly, he cast his gaze past the rotting flesh on the ground toward the few mirror fragments not far away, tilting his head slightly to listen to the information brought to him by the surrounding winds.