Storm clouds churned.
The Bedroom Space, where fine cracks kept appearing and repairing themselves, was like a tiny boat that could shatter into pieces at any moment.
Ruger was first puzzled, then astonished. Then he closed his mouth and smiled.
Was the god bound above the dome of Burning Blood City connected to that wizard lord of the Endless Sea? Obviously not. It was an even more ancient wizard, carrying out an experiment that had already lasted a very long time. Whether in terms of wizard rank or the length of time he had existed in this world, neither matched.
Ruger came to this conclusion because he already had a preconceived thought: thief.
This was a bold thief, as mad as his old friend had cursed him for being. It was not that the Blood Sun had come here—it was stealing the Blood Sun's power. Perhaps, as someone whose goal was to become a god of wizards, he did not desire the Blood Sun's special power at all. Perhaps he simply wanted to swallow a god whole—a god with enough weight behind it.
After all, according to Lord Kurt, gods themselves were divided into different tiers.
Ruger suddenly felt that this fellow could only succeed, not fail. Otherwise, the fury of every side would tear Lord Enom apart. Ruger still remembered that, back in Burning Blood City, both the blood-robed wizard and the Messenger spoke of that ancient wizard with deep reverence. Their words also revealed that they did not dare touch anything belonging to that lord.
And now, this fellow was stealing openly and on a grand scale. Ruger thought of the aura of the Nightmare World he had sensed these past days, the strange events in Burning Blood City, and his neighbor across the hall, Statue Gentleman—the investigating