Chapter 2853 - 2848: The Paradox of Strength

Chapter 2853: Chapter 2848: The Paradox of Strength

"Looks rather ordinary."

Lord Patch’s expertise far exceeds mere summoning wind and rain, comparable to conjuring a Golden Core out of thin air.

If the Archipelago once captivated souls by contrasting indulgence and iron laws, then the White Tower Codex in Bai Jinting’s office undoubtedly represents the epitome of such symbolism.

Especially now, with the law’s subtle revival, this artifact is far from simple.

Unfortunately, even such a triumphant return is met with desecration in the presence of the Deceiver.

The screen, shrunken considerably, is casually toyed with in his hands, and Patch even offers a rather ordinary evaluation.

"So why do you regard it as one of the most valuable things in the Archipelago?"

Moreover, Fu Qian, who received a high score, wasn’t spared as Patch demanded an explanation.

"In this uncivilized land, where nothing is forbidden, the parts deemed off-limits are less influenced by the secular world, drawing closer to the purity of law, while making indulgence even more seductive."

Such matters pose no difficulty for Fu Qian, who immediately continues to appraise Bai Jinting’s masterpiece.

"With the power of law reviving, allowing it to have binding force on its surroundings without reliance on attention... Was it the Master who first noticed this and thus lurked in the shadows plotting?"

Seemingly slightly persuaded, Patch opens the screen before him, thoughtfully adding to Fu Qian’s points.

"It seems so. I took a stroll around the island today, and its binding force isn’t too apparent yet. Someone like Yibu, indifferent to such things, may not notice that quickly."

Fu Qian casually agrees, even mentioning the recent vacation time.

As for Patch’s awareness of the law’s revival, it’s hardly surprising, given they just shared confinement in Xi Yuan.

No need to say that he can quickly perceive and utilize his own Pseudo-Law Core.

"Then the Master can leisurely arrange and help the Codex to recover faster by playing the time difference? I feel you are going to say ’but’."

Regrettably, excessive amiability sometimes raises suspicion.

Patch continues speaking along this train of thought, while scrutinizing Fu Qian.

"But—since I completely desecrated it last time, the Codex should merely be a pile of waste paper, challenging its revival."

Fu Qian doesn’t disappoint him, even admitting his own crime.

"Even if these few remnants still hold a trace of Divine Power, considering the Dream remains uninfluenced internally, the Codex likely didn’t benefit from this."

...

"Oh? What do you think is awakening it then?"

Almost with a hint of delight in his tone, Patch shows no displeasure toward Fu Qian’s repeated pivots, even handing the screen directly to him.

"The Master, perhaps. In my view, if he truly possesses that courage, considering his current abilities dealing with Yibu, he should have more than his apparent skills... Don’t forget the club is the least concerned about Talent."

While reaching out to take it, Fu Qian echoes the previous text, not only reiterating the possibility of the Master being duplicitous but pointing out a contradiction in his abilities.

Unlike other Divine roads of ritual perceptions and such, the club is typically the place where resources stack up to produce results.

As an honorable Employee No. 001, possessing such audacity to plot against Demigods should mean he’s more than Middle Tier.

At least compared to Old Master Lu Ming and the others, Fu Qian doesn’t believe they can achieve such feats.

"But... I suddenly remembered, the Archipelago has a rule that prohibits two people standing at the prow at night."

Even in the next moment, more echoes arise as the previously silent Master suddenly speaks up, also offering a ’but.’

...

"Oh? At this moment you actually have the mood to care?"

Under normal circumstances, the Master’s comment might be understood as an attempt to break the silence and ease awkwardness.

But it’s clear Yibu doesn’t view it this way, as this issue is far from unnoticed.

At that moment, he turned to look at the other party with profound meanings.

"Haha... In this regard, you fall quite short of Bai Jinting; even in an empty arena, he never violated his own rules."

The threat is palpable, as if electrical sparks can be seen flickering.

Yet the Master continues boldly, even uttering the forbidden phrase—’you’re far behind your predecessor.’

The key is being reasonable and well-founded, making it hard to refute.

You...

At that moment, Fu Qian felt he truly witnessed sparks, as if once again experiencing a scene that happened over lavish blooms.

Glittering Thunder gathers in Yibu’s eyes, ready to explode and obliterate everything at any moment.

It’s simply inevitable that silent yet fierce individuals act decisively once they sense something amiss—sizzle!

However, a similar surprise also occurs; the brewing Thunder Strike strangely disperses in an unusual manner.

The bright red cloak that Lord Yibu always wore suddenly gets torn to shreds, letting loose countless serpents of electricity.

"Don’t be nervous, you’ll soon adapt to the rules."

Even the dispersed force is not something a Middle Tier can easily withstand.

Standing close by, the Master neither retreats a step nor forgets to speak soothingly.

The remarks carry no trace of previous trepidation.

"You are not the Master... Who exactly are you?"

Being initially respectful yet afterwards disdainful can be more frightening than the reverse.

Facing sudden changes, Yibu clearly realizes something is wrong.

Nonetheless, he remains composed in the face of danger, quickly regaining his speech ability and first suspecting the other’s identity.

"Why am I not?"

The Master chuckles lightly, casually returning with a question.

"You’re much stronger than him and unusually familiar with certain things... The Codex, this has been your objective for cooperating with me all along? Is that why you suggested a boat ride?"

It must be said that Old Master Yibu, who seemed previously dull, has become sharp, realizing what’s attacking him.

Even understanding why the Master could be "held" to act together earlier, some trap has quietly opened, awaiting his step inside.

"Flattering, but remember, I only suggested it; you agreed willingly.

If you hadn’t hesitated, why would you choose such a troublesome method?"

The Master still refuses to reveal his true identity, just emphasizing the willing hookup.

"As of now, we should rather stop."

Without waiting for Yibu to speak, the ship below suddenly seems rooted, halting in the waves.

"Well done."

Watching the whole process, Patch doesn’t forget to turn and praise Fu Qian, implying he was again correct, successfully preventing the opposition from reaching the lab.

"Flattering."

Fu Qian shows no emotional fluctuation here, pilfering the Master’s retort.