Chapter 256: I'll ask destiny one question

Chapter 256: I'll ask destiny one question



"Praise the Holy Light!"

Mike finished the last bit of popcorn and handed the box to Cerberus.

Under the purifying effect of the holy water, the once vast river of blood was now reduced to mere droplets.

And the nine-tier Lord-tier vampire prince's tier had plummeted.

Now at level 60, he couldn't even defeat a dog.

As the vampire boss's form solidified, Mike gave the order.

"Tripod, go!"

"Avenge your brother!"

A shadow pounced.

Cerberus swatted the vampire down with a paw, and with three mouths, it tore into the vampire's body, leaving it riddled with wounds.

"How dare you!"

This vampire, whose background was no less prestigious than Vladimir's and whose strength was at the peak of prince-tier, had never suffered such humiliation.

He struggled and roared in fury.

With Thor's permission, Vladimir stepped forward and stomped on the vampire's old face with his boot.

"How dare you!"

Thud, thud, thud-

Vladimir pounded the vampire's head into the icy plain like a pile driver.

With the rhythmic pounding, Vladimir suddenly felt he understood Thor's joy!

"That's enough."

Mike looked at the nearly lifeless vampire, deep in thought.

Kill him?

It seemed wasteful.

As the boss of the twentieth floor, he clearly had unresolved mysteries.

Take him away?

There was already one Vladimir at home.

Vladimir's daily role was as a backup blood bank, so this guy would be the backup blood bank's backup?

Seeing Thor's thoughts, Vladimir offered, "The dungeon under our castle would be perfect for holding him."

The basement of Mistveil Castle indeed had a dungeon.

Vladimir continued, "Though his tier and strength are severely damaged, he's still a prince- tier vampire at heart, producing hundreds of drops of prince-grade blood daily."

Mike immediately decided, "Take him back. I have questions for him."

"Got it!"

With Mike's approval, Vladimir raised his right hand, blood-red runes appearing on his white glove.

As he chanted, countless blood shackles fell on the vampire, and a silver coffin was summoned, trapping the severely injured vampire inside.

After finishing, Vladimir pulled out a sharpened wooden stake and drove it through the vampire's heart!

Any other vampire would be dead after Vladimir's routine.

But the vampire in the coffin, eyes blood-red, could still let out muffled roars.

The coffin then disappeared into the sky, returning to Mistveil Castle.

Vladimir had to follow the coffin, keeping a close watch on the vampire.

Before leaving, Mike instructed,

"Make sure to thoroughly investigate his background. I'll quiz you later."

Vladimir, very obedient this time, said, "I wouldn't dare hide anything from you, esteemed master."

After a slight bow, Vladimir's figure slowly vanished.

muttered, "What an ugly heart shape."

[Fisherman Harry faction Exploration Rate +49.99%!]

"This might sound shameless, but may I ask one last favor?"

Harry sincerely said, "Please take Cetus away. It's a pure child and doesn't need to stay in this

sorrowful sea."

Mike didn't immediately agree but looked at Cetus.

"What do you think?"

Cerberus pressed Cetus's head, making it nod.

It even mimicked Cetus's call: "Blub-Blub-"

"Don't be so shameless."

Mike lightly kicked Cerberus, giving it a thumbs-up in private.

Well done!

Cetus: "Blub-Blub-"

It agreed.

As Harry said, this was a sorrowful sea.

In the past three hundred years of cycles, Harry wasn't the only one with memories.

[Fisherman Harry faction Exploration Rate +0.01%!]

Finally, Mike completed the 100% Exploration Rate for all three factions, concluding the

twentieth-floor storyline.

After sending Harry back to the icy plain, Cetus bid farewell to him and was temporarily

placed in Thor's Sea in the private space.

After finishing everything, Mike summoned the core crystal of truth, and with a flash of

lightning, he disappeared.

Harry watched Mike disappear, countless images overlapping in his mind.

Over the past three hundred years, he had met four unforgettable people.

A kind man named Morpheus, an unnamed black-clad swordsman, a silent middle-aged man.

And then, the violent mage he just met.

The figures appeared one after another before Harry, and he muttered to himself, "Is there

really no such thing as destiny?"

What Mike didn't know:

Three hundred years ago, Morpheus first came to the icy plain.

After meeting Harry, they searched for the Sea of Life together.

They faced many setbacks and challenges, and Harry once chose to give up.

He accepted his destiny.

"Maybe this is the destiny of the icy plain, an inescapable cycle, the destiny of all of us!"

But Morpheus chose to set sail again.

Before leaving, they had one last conversation.

Morpheus adjusted the sail, standing on the small boat, shouting,

"Even if there is destiny, let it boldly appear before me!"

Harry asked, "Even if it appears, what can you do?"

Morpheus grinned, his face seemingly forever sunny, "I'll ask destiny one question."

Harry was puzzled, "What question?"

Morpheus wanted to ask destiny: "Tell me, do you dare to face your nightmares?"