Just then—
Whoosh—!
Daniel’s figure appeared out of thin air.
Everyone had heard the na Faustus, but no one had ever seen what he looked like.
He glanced at the words "Westmoor Manor" on the gate, then walked straight inside.
"Friend, don’t go in yet! You’ll be blasted back out!"
A powerhouse kindly warned him.
"That’s right. The two inside are the ruthless ones ranked first and second."
"I think you’d better not go looking for trouble."
Daniel turned his head slightly and swept a calm glance over them. The corner of his mouth twitched faintly before he continued forward without looking back.
That arrogant deanor imdiately made the surrounding powerhouses burn with anger.
"What is he acting for? Does he think he’s Faustus or sothing? He’ll be crying soon enough!"
"This friend truly doesn’t know how to read the situation!"
"Hmph. So people are just looking to die!"
A few powerhouses folded their arms across their chests, waiting to enjoy the show of Daniel being thrown out.
There were quite a few who shared that thought.
Raylor returned from the distance with a dark expression. He happened to see Daniel’s back as he stepped into Westmoor Manor.
"Where did this idiot co from? Is he tired of living?"
He spat coldly.
One minute passed...
There was no movent from inside.
Ten minutes passed...
Daniel’s figure still did not appear.
Twenty minutes passed...
The powerhouses waiting to watch the show completely exploded.
"I... Holy shit! That idiot from earlier actually didn’t get kicked out!?"
"No, wait. Who is that guy? Could he be an old acquaintance of those two inside?"
"Do you think there’s a possibility that the one just now was the Third Seat?"
"The Third Seat... is Faustus!"
The crowd of powerhouses exchanged glances.
"..."
Faustus had appeared!
He had entered Westmoor Manor.
At this mont, within Westmoor Manor, the top three powerhouses of the Starlight Rankings had gathered together for the first ti.
The news spread like it had grown wings, sweeping wildly among the other twenty-seven participants.
"We misjudged him. That person was actually Faustus."
The powerhouses who had been waiting to see him embarrass himself felt as though they had been slapped in public.
"This Third Seat Faustus truly carries so weight."
So powerhouses could not help comparing him to Raylor.
One had been blasted straight out, looking as miserable as a stray dog.
The other had swaggered inside and never co back out.
Who stood higher and who stood lower—did that even need to be said?
"Looks like that place inside has nothing to do with us."
Greatflow World was so barren that it made one feel suffocated. Only this manor was filled with MP so dense that it was practically a treasure land.
"The world of super prodigies really has no room for people like us."
...
Inside Westmoor Manor.
The mont Daniel stepped over the threshold, a violent aura rushed straight toward him.
A majestic wave of energy carrying killing intent ca crashing at him.
Daniel raised an eyebrow. Elental power surged in his palm and condensed into a fist, colliding fiercely with that figure.
Boom—!
That figure was smashed to pieces.
A palm-sized humanoid puppet floated down from midair. Its light was dim, and its body was covered in cracks.
The figure just now had actually been transford from a puppet.
"Puppet Master?"
A trace of surprise flashed through Daniel’s eyes.
This secret art was rather interesting!
Whoosh—!
Sothing was tossed over from afar.
Daniel reached out and caught it steadily. The tip of his nose imdiately picked up an extrely special fragrance.
It was rich and pure, yet not overpowering. Just slling it gave him a sensation as though he were floating toward immortality.
[Ding! You have obtained Origin Essence 1,000 points!]
[Ding! You have obtained attribute points 1,000 points!]
Daniel had not even drunk it yet. rely slling the fragrance had already granted him such benefits.
If he drank it...
He lowered his head and looked at the small bottle in his hand. It was only as long as a middle finger.
Then he raised his head and drained it in one gulp.
The bottle looked small, but drinking from it felt as though he had swallowed a thousand liters of water.
The system notifications arrived as expected.
[Ding! You have obtained Origin Essence 10,000 points!]
[Ding! You have obtained attribute points 10,000 points!]
Daniel looked ahead, still wanting more.
"Hahaha—!"
Suddenly, laughter rang out inside the hall.
Daniel raised his eyes and saw two unfamiliar powerhouses co into view.
One black, one white.
The powerhouse in black robes was cold and stern, like an iceberg that had remained unlted for ten thousand years.
The powerhouse in white was gentle and amiable, making others feel as though they were basking in a spring breeze.
The two sat facing one another, with a large pot suspended between them.
A blazing fire on the ground had burned the bottom of the pot red.
"Apologies, apologies."
The white-clothed powerhouse wore a sincere smile, his voice clear and refreshing.
"I am Jas. I enjoy peace and quiet, so I set up a little toy to keep idle people away. If I offended Your Excellency, please forgive ."
"No big deal."
Daniel did not care.
"That thing just now was pretty good. I am Faustus of the human race."
That strange liquid was far more than pretty good. It was simply top-grade!
When Jas heard the na Faustus, he showed no particular reaction. But when he heard Daniel praise that strange liquid, his eyes imdiately lit up.
"As expected, Your Excellency Faustus has taste, unlike this idiot."
He shot a dissatisfied glance at Mosi sitting across from him.
"This fellow drank my wine and even complained that it tasted bad..."
After a brief pause, Jas invited him warmly.
"Your Excellency Faustus ca at just the right ti. This pot of thick soup is almost ready. Care to have a taste together?"
Faustus understood.
Jas, the First Seat. Mosi, the Second Seat. And himself, the Third Seat.
The three strongest beings on the Starlight Rankings had actually gathered together.
He could tell that Jas was sincere, so he did not put on airs. He walked over and sat down cross-legged.
The three of them ford a triangle around the bubbling pot in the middle.
Faustus glanced at Mosi and felt that the robe on him looked sowhat familiar.
Then he suddenly rembered the Luna_Fox assassin who had tried to assassinate him, only to be killed instead!
From that powerful assassin, he had obtained two extrely important secret arts.
"Do you recognize this?"
Faustus suddenly flipped his hand and took out a dagger. Its blade reflected a cold gleam under the firelight.
He looked at Mosi.
"Your attire looks very similar to the owner of this dagger."
Jas’ eyes lit up. He lifted his wine cup toward his mouth, but his ears imdiately pricked up high.
"Of course."
Mosi’s voice was icy cold.
"I killed him."
Daniel’s tone was indifferent.
"Mm."
Mosi’s expression did not change. He did not even lift his eyelids.
"Do you want to avenge him?"
The corner of Daniel’s mouth rose slightly.
"No ti."
Mosi answered very simply.
"Fine."
Daniel put the dagger away again.
The air suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere beca a little awkward.
"Haha... Since there’s no problem!"
Jas laughed and broke the stalemate.
"Then drink. Drink!"
He raised his wine cup and poured it toward his mouth.
But the wine never entered his throat at all. It all flowed down from the corners of his mouth, soaking the lower half of his face.
Strangely enough, two patches of red still appeared on his cheeks.
"I’ve been exposed."
Jas wiped his face and gave an embarrassed smile.
"This puppet secret art still hasn’t been cultivated properly."
So it turned out that the First Seat sitting before them was also nothing more than an incarnation.
His true body was hidden in so unknown corner.
Ignoring the thoughts of the other two, Jas pointed at the large pot.
"The soup is ready."
The instant the lid was lifted, a five-colored radiance shot into the sky, so dazzling that it made it impossible to open one’s eyes.
"Hm?"
Daniel’s gaze sharpened.
There was actually an aura within this light that felt familiar to him!
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