The Impossible Possibility

What a coincidence!

Far too much of a coincidence!

So much so that Qin Ran did not need Nikelei to confirm it. He was becoming more certain of his suspicions.

And now?

Qin Ran thought of more possibilities.

For instance, Boyle had come under the pretense of asking for help, when his real purpose was to watch Qin Ran's every move.

Otherwise, how could Finks have appeared at precisely the right moment?

One thing did surprise Qin Ran, though.

Finks somehow knew that the Dark Star Society needed Qin Ran to open the Bronze Giant Coffin.

Was it because he'd come into contact with the secrets of the Bronze Grand Hall and learned something nobody else knew?

Or had Kilfin Hetch left behind some clues?

Qin Ran speculated to himself.

His gaze turned toward the corridor.

Finks walked out of it.

He was covered in dust, his face drawn and his expression utterly exhausted.

Anyone could tell at a glance that the man had been having a terrible time lately.

Qin Ran was no exception.

But that only made him warier.

Finks's disguise was too convincing.

Or rather, to deceive Qin Ran, he had made his performance real.

"2567, thank you for everything you've done for me!"

When Finks said it with such sincere gratitude, a chill ran down Qin Ran's spine.

He could hardly imagine someone telling a lie so convincingly.

What would be left when the mask of lies came off?

What would he see?

A monster ready to devour anyone in its path?

The thought crossed Qin Ran's mind,

but it did not stop him from smiling at Finks.

To deal with a monster, he had to become something even more frightening.

Qin Ran did not know who had said that.

But it was what he was