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Chapter 215 - KWM Chapter 215 The Brief Attack of the Apostle of Desire

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Leyton's joke caused a momentary silence in the room for a second or two. Before he could be criticized for ruining the atmosphere, he spoke again:

"I came to see how you're recovering, and incidentally, to ask if you have any plans for advancement recently."

Lawrence was silent for a moment, seemingly calculating the time of the full moon or preparing himself mentally, before finally saying:

"The full moon is in a few days. I want to give you an answer after I endure another round of murmurs during the full moon."

"No problem." Leyton nodded lightly, then changed the subject:

"Does the Abraham Family know the whereabouts of the Beyonder characteristics above the demigod level of the Savant Pathway?"

"Savant?" Lawrence shook his head with a hint of confusion:

"Sorry, I don't know, and the family has no record of it."

"Ever since the ancestor disappeared and the Abraham Family suffered the bloodline curse, we have gradually withdrawn from the stage of history, and we don't have much understanding of external information."

It was an expected answer, so Leyton wasn't too disappointed.

Fors unexpectedly glanced at Leyton; he had also mentioned this need at the Tarot Club.

After some hesitation, she couldn't resist her curiosity and asked:

"What are you collecting the Savant Pathway characteristics for?"

"To cultivate a group of Artisans," Leyton said without concealment.

"A group?" Fors was stunned for two seconds. Is there anyone who describes cultivating Beyonders as a "group"?

"Are you planning to form a force?"

Lawrence reacted quickly and asked.

Leyton saw the worry in his eyes, likely fearing that he wanted to pull the Abraham Family in as well.

He chuckled, "I do have that intention, but it has nothing to do with your Abraham Family. You are too weak."

Hearing him say that the Abraham Family was too weak, Lawrence didn't know whether to be angry or happy for a moment. But as long as the other party had no designs on the Abraham Family, these things weren't important anymore.

He sighed somewhat helplessly:

"The Abraham Family can no longer withstand such turmoil."

"Mr. Door will surely return, not too far in the future."

Leyton mused for a moment, then stood up to bid farewell, stepping into the Spirit World and departing.

"The Traveler's ability, but it doesn't seem to be using a Mystical Item."

Lawrence frowned in thought for a moment, then looked at Fors sitting opposite him and asked:

"Do you know which Pathway he is a Beyonder of?"

"Reader."

Lawrence pondered for a moment as if realizing something:

"Reader? No wonder…"

"I saw an evaluation of this Pathway by our ancestor in the family records: The Omniscient, gaining omnipotent through omniscience."

Returning to Minsk Street, a strong sense of being spied upon and malice made Leyton frown slightly.

A layer of purple phosphorescence lit up in his eyes, and he looked in the direction his spiritual intuition was triggered, his gaze piercing through layers of walls, seeing a dark figure standing not far down the street.

The figure was covered in darkness as if shrouded in a layer of shadow, making its exact appearance unclear.

Behind him was a slightly illusory giant figure, with countless mysterious patterns adorning goat horns that curved out from its head, and a pair of giant bat-wing-like wings on its back, surrounded by many reddish-blue flames.

Just by looking, Leyton felt his emotions rapidly fluctuating, and various malicious thoughts surged in his heart.

Using the Reader Pathway's ability to control his rationality, Leyton managed to suppress his various emotions and desires.

Staring at the tall Devil figure in his vision, he frowned tightly and murmured softly:

"Desire Apostle… Jason Beria?"

Perhaps the overly direct gaze attracted the other party's perception; separated by several layers of walls, their gazes met.

The next moment, Leyton's figure instantly became transparent, transforming into brilliant specks of starlight that surged, passing through the obstruction above his head towards the rooftop, where his figure then reassembled within the shimmering starlight.

Standing on the rooftop, Leyton looked at the figure in a sharp tailcoat on the other side of the street, locking him with his gaze.

He gently rubbed his fingers, and several golden illusory flames ignited before him. In an instant, these golden flames transformed into swift arrows that shot out.

The golden arrows trailed a faint golden stream of light in the air, then plunged into a layer of illusory, viscous black liquid without causing a single ripple.

"Sun!" Leyton softly uttered a Dragonese word.

Golden light, imbued with a strong Sun aura, emerged around him. This light flowed like water towards the figure in the sharp tailcoat ahead.

Around the figure opposite, more illusory, viscous black liquid emerged. These liquids seemed like a collection of the most sinister and unspeakable desires from the depths of the human heart, sweeping over with a corrupting presence.

The wave-like light and the illusory, viscous black liquid quickly merged in mid-air.

"Sizzle!" After a harsh sound, everything returned to calm.

There was no longer the wave-like golden light, nor the illusory, viscous black liquid.

Leyton frowned slightly and looked towards the opponent's previous position; it was already empty.

With purple phosphorescence swirling in his eyes, Leyton quickly surveyed the surroundings, not seeing the Desire Apostle's figure, but he did see Destiny's figure on the other side of the street.

A rough guess formed in his mind, and Leyton raised his hand to open a "Door" in the air.

Beside Destiny, Leyton's figure stepped out of the void, asking with a slight smile:

"Mr. Destiny, was that Desire Apostle scared away by you?"

Destiny nodded lightly:

"You could say that. I detected some abnormal changes in fate, and out of curiosity, I came to observe."

His gaze lingered for a moment behind Leyton, seemingly observing something invisible to the naked eye.

"Abnormal changes in fate?" Leyton frowned slightly, his smiling expression gradually turning serious.

Destiny gazed at the spot where the Desire Apostle disappeared, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the house he rented:

"That Desire Apostle, he shouldn't have come looking for you at this time."

"Although a Devil's foresight of danger cannot detect my presence, it is enough to make him perceive danger when the idea of seeking revenge from you arises, let alone, if he doesn't have ample preparation, he wouldn't be your opponent himself."

"I didn't have the thought of killing him just now. I was concerned about the ordinary people around and the possibility of being discovered by the Beyonders from the official and the Church."

"But, with my ability, I can isolate the battlefield and conceal the commotion."

Leyton's brows gradually furrowed; he felt a hint of familiarity.

"Someone interfered with the flow of fate, and more than one!"

Destiny's voice unconsciously deepened a bit, and his tone carried clear disgust.

It seems that Beyonders of the Fate pathway really dislike such arbitrary interference with others' fates. No wonder Ouroboros chose the True Creator instead of Amon's brother…

Muttering to himself, Leyton looked at Destiny, speaking sincerely:

"Mr. Destiny, can you foresee such abnormal changes in fate in advance?"

"This does not belong to the normal flow of the river of fate; I cannot foresee it… After all, I am just an ordinary Misfortune Mage."

Destiny shook his head slightly, responding softly.

"I hate Spectators!"

Murmuring softly, Leyton returned to his study through the "Door."

Leaning back in the armchair, Leyton frowned slightly. He still couldn't quite understand what was going on with this Jason Beria incident.

Jason Beria still has the task of assassinating Duke Negan. That person shouldn't send him to seek revenge on me at this time; that's equivalent to sending him to his death. So, was it arranged by 0-08? That quill seems particularly fond of causing me trouble. This doesn't seem like something Zangwill would do… Did it do it itself?

"When did I offend that quill?"

Leyton muttered to himself, feeling quite helpless.

"This might be a kind of instinctive cry for help."

Sasrir's voice echoed directly in Leyton's mind.

Leyton was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and checked his body's condition through his spirituality.

After confirming there were no issues, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It seems your condition has recovered well."

"What does 'cry for help' mean? It's just a Mystical Item, and this method of crying for help is too outrageous!"

"It's just a Mystical Item, so it must act according to its instincts. Alzuhod was originally a fellow who liked to play pranks and create various tragedies, and that quill clearly inherited this point."

Sasrir's voice reverberated in his mind.

How outrageous… but thinking about it carefully, it's quite reasonable. Leyton was silent for a moment. Although this could explain 0-08's method of crying for help, asking him for help in itself was a very outrageous thing.

"As a Sequence 1 characteristic of a Fairy Tale Author, it has always known its predicament. Whether Adam becomes a god or Ankewelt returns, it will disappear."

"Perhaps it has come into contact with you and discovered something special about you, so it wants to ask for your help."

Sasrir seemed able to perceive Leyton's inner thoughts through his state of being parasitic within Leyton's body.

Almost the moment a question arose in Leyton's mind, He gave the answer.

Ah, this… the right to complain internally was lost.

"Unless there are unexpected circumstances, I will not probe your thoughts."

Sasrir defended himself.

Leyton didn't respond. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, as a dark, distorted, crawling spirit descended from the ceiling.

It looked like a mass of wriggling seaweed with limbs, and upon reaching the ground, its seaweed-like tentacles quickly coiled and distorted, forming the image of a female with long, flowing hair, holding a fluffy long dress.

It even had several slits open where its eyes and mouth should be, from which faint, eerie green phosphorescence emerged.

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