Chapter 182: You Are Not an Apocalypse Observer

Chapter 182: You Are Not an Apocalypse Observer

Igor stared at the dagger planted in front of Ashe, his parched lips trembling slightly, a long-absent sense of fear gnawing at his heart like a wolf.

Am I afraid of death? Am I just an ordinary man after all? Am I just an unqualified Con Artist? he pondered.

Fear is a calm Bewitcher, and composure is the lifeblood of a Con Artist. When composure is drained by fear, it signifies the end of a Con Artists life.

Igor had forgotten when he last felt fear. When he deceitfully obtained his first lollipop from the children in the Nursery, when he preemptively accused other children to the director of the Nursery, it was as if he had lost the sensation of fear altogether.

After diligently studying the Mind Faction, Igor deemed himself a natural antisocial personality. Not being a Con Artist would be a waste of a trip to this world. For him, manipulating human nature wasnt just for profit, but survivalhe was someone who could only thrive in darkness, unable to live without deceit and schemes.

The unique social environment and strategic location of the Blood Moon Kingdom made his Occupation a breeze. Even being caught by the Sin Hunters Hall was not a cause for fear in Igor; he saw it as vocational training. Although the Prisoners in Shattered Lake Prison were tougher to deceive, it only increased Igors enthusiasm for the challenge.

Igor had never feared the vagaries of Destiny; he had been in far more perilous situations in the past. Encircled by hitmen from the organization, held at gunpoint, and even threatened with mutilation, he had experienced it all, yet he felt no fear in his heart.

Because the first person a Con Artist deceives is himself.

If a Con Artist doesnt believe in his own immortality, how can he dare to deceive others? If a Con Artist doesnt believe that his next words can turn the situation around, how can he deceive others?

So it was incomprehensible to Igor why he should feel fear now.

Clearly, his life was not in danger.New novel chapters are published on

Clearly, he still had a hold on Ashes wish.

With just one command, Ashe would be unable to harm him in the slightest.

Ashe would probably target Harvey first, Igor thought.

As for the possibility of Ashe rejecting the invitation, Igor hadnt even considered it Ashe had no reason not to strike at them, just as a Bewitcher would not refuse an Orc delivered right to her doorstep.

For this group of Prison Escapees from Shattered Lake Prison, slaying each other was a form of greeting; they would create opportunities for betrayal even where none existed, and if given the chance, they would exploit it to the fullest.

Its just like you like the detestable enemy who has suppressed me from the beginning to the end

You truly are the Cult Leader who brings misfortune to others, and I am just one of your many victims.

All of this was within Igors expectations; he did not feel anger.

But for some reason, he felt a slight sense of loss.

Ashe crouched in front of him, lifted his chin, and pressed the dagger against his dust-covered face. Looking at Ashe, a new thought suddenly emerged in Igors mindsince he was going to die anyway, instead of using his wishes to protect his last shred of dignity before death, why not drag Ashe down with him? Why not be buried together in the Virtual Realm and become phantoms of the past?

If I cant survive, I need not be concerned with your life or death.

Or perhaps use a wish to have you kill me, to end my suffering and facilitate your rebirth?

While Igors emotions were in turmoil, Ashe stopped and looked towards Eternal Calamity, asking, Can you guarantee that youll let me go after I do this?

If you can truly prove your loyalty to the Four Pillars, Eternal Calamity replied, you will naturally receive the treatment you deserve.

Youre evading the question with empty words, Ashe said. Since thats the case, lets make it official. I brought a Miracle Contract paper; with the assurance of the Virtual Realm, Ill believe you.

Eternal Calamity looked at him with a strange smile, as a breeze seemed to stir around the Silver Throne, slightly lifting her skirt.

Snap!

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out as the chains of the hovering disk above Ashes head broke. Although Ashe immediately threw the dagger at Eternal Calamity, he was struck hard on the back by the falling disk, convulsing on the ground in pain like a curled shrimp.

The dagger was deflected by an invisible force, narrowly missing Eternal Calamitys round, cherubic cheek by a hairs breadth.

A mechanical arm tucked the dagger back into her skirt, and she signaled the Black Robe Man to tie up Ashe with a Miracle, saying leisurely, As I thought, my judgment was correct. You are neither a Follower of the Four Pillars nor an apocalypse observer.

You are just Ashe Heath.