Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 406: The Truth Behind the Mark of Truth Revealed!
Chapter 406: Chapter 406: The Truth Behind the Mark of Truth Revealed!
She nodded, pinching a silver-white time rune between her fingers. “Pour in your Time Rule to activate it. While frozen, your mind stays awake, and you can train as usual, but time outside will flow 100 times slower.”
Logan sat cross-legged on the stone bed next to the operating table. First, he looked inward to check his Nine-Spiral DNA, preparing to stabilize the cracks in his safety line.
The nine Rule gene chains turned slowly, balanced and stable. The Bar Space Source he had consumed earlier had already fully fused.
Just as Logan was about to start stabilizing the gene cracks, his expression suddenly changed.
Something was wrong!
Right at the core of the Nine-Spiral structure, a golden, scar-like pattern had completely fused with the Creation and Devouring gene chains, looking like it had grown there naturally.
Every time the gene chains turned, tiny bits of golden energy were sucked away by it.
It was The Observer No. 1’s Mark of Truth!
Logan had previously thought it was just stuck to the surface of his skin, not realizing it had deep roots in the core of his DNA’s Nine-Spiral structure. Regular rule-peeling techniques couldn’t remove it.
Logan tried hard to recall the content of the half-page contract he had seen before, but only vague gray fragments came to mind. He couldn’t remember the specific clauses; it was a side effect from reading it three times before.
Just as he noticed it, the golden pattern suddenly lit up.
A neutral, cold voice echoed directly in his mind. There was no emotion, as if it came from every direction at once, mixed with a low rumble that made his soul tremble.
“Twenty days is your incubation period, Logan.”
“The Nine-Spiral is the perfect container, and the perfect key.”
“Either become my heir, a wanderer between worlds, or become my sacrifice, to be harvested.”
“The Arbitrators in 24 hours are just a trial for you. Don’t worry about them.”
“Of course, if you die, it only means you weren’t qualified to live.”
Hearing this, Logan’s pupils shrank instantly.
This was the first time The Observer No. 1 spoke to him directly. They could invade his consciousness through the Mark itself.
He immediately mobilized all the faith energy from the Nine Realms. Golden energy from his followers’ prayers wrapped around the golden Mark, temporarily suppressing its activity.
After checking, Logan confirmed that his suppression power could last 100 days of internal time, which corresponded exactly to 20 days in the outside world.
“Good,” Logan sighed in relief, but then he realized something wasn’t right.
Violet’s temporary peak state only had 20 days left. In 20 days, the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor would shatter completely, and she would permanently drop down in stage.
The Observer No. 1’s incubation period was also 20 days. The two timelines matched perfectly.
No matter the result of the Arbitrators in 24 hours, The Observer No. 1 would personally descend in 20 days.
Thinking this, cold sweat immediately formed in Logan’s palms. This discovery was even more terrifying than the ten Demigod Arbitrators.
Without hesitation, he poured his Time Rule into his fingertips. Silver-white time chains instantly wrapped around his and Cassandra’s bodies, and the Time Freeze officially began.
All the time rune around them lit up. Everything in the hidden room fell into silence. Only Logan’s mind stayed awake, able to sense faint disturbances from the outside.
Meanwhile, in the No. 53 Restricted Zone’s Temple of Destruction…
Violet was crouching in the underground chamber beneath Iron-Bone’s place, clearing out all his leftover items.
Earlier, they had only found the half-page parchment of the contract. She felt there was more. She tapped the wall three times, and finally found a hidden compartment under the rock on the northwest corner.
Inside the hidden compartment sat a black obsidian box carved with the patterns of The Observer No. 1’s Truth Seal, matching perfectly with the mark on the fragmented page Logan had shown her earlier.
She sliced her fingertip, letting a single drop of golden royal blood fall onto the box. The lock clicked open.
Inside lay the complete [Truth Messenger] contract.
The edges of the parchment were riddled with tiny holes from insect damage. The bloody handprint was still clearly visible—the mark Iron-Bone had left when he signed the deal.
The Truth Messenger’s seal at the bottom matched The Observer No. 1’s rule fluctuations perfectly.
Violet read the text word by word. Her fingers tightened until her nails dug into her palms, spilling golden blood that dripped onto the parchment. It hissed as it began to corrode the paper.
The contract was clear: Iron-Bone wasn’t just trading with the No. 47 Restricted Zone. He was The Observer No. 1’s pawn planted in the Sky-Splitting Tribe, tasked specifically with collecting the sources of all nine Divine Rules and sending them to the No. 1 Restricted Zone.
The appendix made her spine go cold.
The Observer No. 1 was an outsider, a world wanderer. He was devouring the rule sources of Observers No. 2 through No. 8 from the Ancient Tribunal. The existing Observers 2 to 8 were all his puppets. Only Observer No. 9 remained alive, imprisoned in the Creation Temple of the No. 1 Restricted Zone due to a sealing incident years ago.
Once The Observer No. 1 gathered all nine rule sources, he would break through to the True God realm and seize control of the entire Lost World.
Violet stood up immediately, tucking the contract safely against her chest. She rushed out of the chamber and ordered the Sky-Shattering Chieftain, the Flesh Temple Lord, and the Shadow chairman to initiate full combat readiness.
“Raise the three-layer defense array to maximum capacity. Lay ten layers of Phase Folding traps at the ancient passage entrances. Put every legion on high alert.”
“Under my orders, no one enters or leaves the temple.”
The three leaders bowed and went to coordinate. Instantly, the golden defense array surrounding the temple flared with blinding light.
Violet immediately used the ancient passage to contact Hiyua. Her projection soon appeared on the communication totem, her golden bob cut sharp and neat, with resource reports stacked beside her.
“Pinocchini’s resource channels are all open. The first batch of massive amounts of crystals and ten-thousand-year-old spirit herbs is loaded and ready. The first 2,000 Saints from the Transcendents special training camp are assembled and ready to support the No. 53 Restricted Zone.”
Immediately, Natalia’s projection joined the call. She stood in the central plaza of the Federation Supervisory Council headquarters, with a crowd of powerful familiar tamer experts behind her. “The Human Federation’s Supervisory Council inheritance system is now established. The ’Full Star Breakthrough’ method has been widelyspread. The first 30,000 Saints have finished their training and can rush to the front lines via the ancient passage at any time.”
Violet nodded, ended the communication, and walked to the temple entrance, staring toward the No. 46 Restricted Zone.
She could sense that Logan had entered the Time Rift. The soul contract link had become faint due to the difference in time flow, but it remained stable.
She summoned her final reserve of royal blood power, compressed the contract’s contents and the status of the three-way alliance defense into a single mind message, and sent it to Logan through the soul contract.
Due to the time dilation in the Time Rift, this message would persist inside for 100 days, exactly matching the 20 days outside. Logan could view it whenever he needed.
“I found the complete Iron-Bone contract. The Observer No. 1 is devouring Observers 2 through 8. Observer No. 9 is imprisoned in the Creation Temple. I have a 20-day deadline. I will hold on until you return.”
In the Time Rift chamber, Logan received this message through his consciousness.
Subconsciously, his fingers brushed over the soul contract mark. Remembering Violet coughing up blood, his expression softened for a moment before hardening again.
He looked at the golden Truth Seal suppressed at the core of his Nine-Spiral structure. He calculated the time ratio between the 20 days outside and the 100 days inside. His eyes were steady as frozen steel.
The 24-hour countdown for the final erasure outside was still ticking, while the 100 days of cultivation time inside had begun to flow.
In 20 days, it would be a dead end regardless of whether Violet’s temporary state expired or The Observer No. 1 descended.
He had to master the rule-separation technique within these internal 100 days. He needed to clear the Truth Seal from his Nine-Spiral, repair the cracks in his DNA, and cure Cassandra…
Only then would he have a chance to fight The Observer No. 1’s final harvest.
Inside the operating room.
“Ready to begin!” Logan lay on his back on the operating table, his fingers unconsciously tracing the cold metal surface.
On a neighboring table lay Blind Prophet Cassandra. The left side of her body was wrapped in three layers of emerald green Life runes, her breathing faint as a candle in the wind.
Clea stood to the left of the table. She held three smooth shards of Life rune between her fingers, with intense Life Rules swirling around her. “It’s going to hurt, so hang in there!”
She shot a look at Gray Bone. “Step back.”
Upon hearing this, Gray Bone immediately stood three meters away, behind the封锁 line. “I’ll keep watch for you!”
He then wrapped his sleeve in gray-white death energy, forming a ring that locked down all energy fluctuations within a ten-meter radius of the surgery area, cutting off any pathogens from the outside.
“I didn’t expect you two to be so professional.” Logan said. The golden scar on his left arm lay hidden beneath his skin, occasionally flickering with a faint light.
Clea rolled her eyes. Taking a deep breath, her Life Rules power split into a thousand emerald threads, which she drove straight into the spot of Logan’s scar.
“Life Separation!”
The moment the emerald threads pierced half an inch into his skin, the dormant golden scar suddenly grew hot.
The golden lines acted like living vines, rapidly climbing up the emerald threads toward Clea’s fingertips. Wherever they went, the air distorted with scorching heat waves.
“This power is eerie! Stop it now!” Clea’s pupils shrank. She slashed the connection to the threads with lightning speed, but she was half a second too late.
The golden lines had already touched her fingertips. Fine burn marks immediately appeared on her skin, sending a sharp, piercing pain shooting through her hand.
“I told you this surgery would need me!” Gray Bone cleared his throat. He waved his right hand, launching a gray-white death blade that precisely severed the rule connection between the golden lines and the emerald threads.
The golden lines instantly recoiled back beneath Logan’s skin, leaving only a faint sensation of heat.
Clea shook her hand until the burn marks on her fingertips stopped spreading.
Then, she looked up at Logan with a grim face. “This is tricky. Your scar is fighting back. Do you want to pause?”
“I heard just now that the No. 53 Restricted Zone is being besieged by three other Demigod-level experts. Aren’t you planning to go back and check it out?”
Logan let out a dull groan. A trickle of pale golden blood welled from his nose, dripping onto the silver-gray metal table with a faint sizzling sound.
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