Chapter 640: Chapter 509 Fairy Tale Technique Spirit_2
“The all-knowing Gospel Princess imprisoned in the Secret Garden… It is indeed like sothing out of a fairy tale. However, will you beco the Witch who never obtains what she wants, or will you be the happy and joyful Princess? I’m looking forward to finding out.”
With Ling Ting’s words, this little world, wrapped in Gospel and Soul Summoning, was given a new na—Fairy Tale Technique Spirit!
Angel Ling Ting took back her headphones, adjusted their tightness, and put them back on her head, smiling, “There, you can thank now.”
The mont Ash regained control of his body, he stepped to the left to shield Diya. However, the little girl with white hair took his hand and shook it, willingly nodding her thanks to Angel Ling Ting, “Thank you.”
Ling calmly accepted the gratitude and said, “You can go back now, but… you still have the chance to change your mind. I can’t remove the Divine Being of Gospel from your soul, after all, the First Gospel must reside in reality, but you can make a wish to extract your personalities from your bodies, leaving your bodies in reality and your consciousnesses to enjoy eternal happiness in the Heavenly Kingdom of All-knowing and even reunite with those you’ve known without destiny.”
Diya was sowhat tempted for a mont—to not have to keep secrets, to not consider anything else, and to bind Ash to her side forever in the Heavenly Kingdom, enjoying carefree happiness.
But she quickly shook her head, decisively saying, “Send us back.”
Since she wanted to escape the deception of the high tower herself, she couldn’t possibly drag Ash into it as a prisoner. Indeed, life inside the tower was happy and joyful, but it was outside the tower where the future she desired lay.
At that thought, Diya glanced at Ash, only to find that he was still warily watching Ling. As a corporate drone who had worked for years and been imrsed in anti-fraud education, Ash had long since stopped believing in any empty promises from those above.
Whenever Ash saw a scam text ssage, he would ask himself three questions: “A beautiful woman is throwing herself at you, shouldn’t you take a look in the mirror first?” “A business deal that’s all profit and no loss, why would they choose you?” “The lucky winner of a random draw, do you deserve it?”
Although there was no need for Angel Ling Ting to deceive him, considering the vast gap between their powers—if she wanted to crush Ash into a ball or flatten him, would he dare to bare his teeth? If they stayed in the Heavenly Kingdom of All-knowing, they could indeed reach the other shore of happiness.
But the question was, was this the happiness Ash really wanted? Or, to put it another way, would the All-knowing Weaver grant whatever Ash wanted?
Don’t forget, people from Vatican Mura, Mongferans, the underground dwellers of Nabistin, and all the Evangelists believe themselves to be very happy.
For Ash, who had always been trying to slack off and coast through life, staying in the Heavenly Kingdom was indeed a tempting choice; at least he wouldn’t have to figure out how to get his Substitute to learn to work. But the Heavenly Kingdom of All-knowing could never satisfy Ash’s appetite—as a greedy Mud Species Mage, he wanted to bring happiness to others as well as himself.
After all, happiness, like a ga, cannot be achieved by soone giving you a perfect save point or account; you need to play through it yourself to know what kind of ending you want. Though reality is indeed a grindy and pay-to-win tower ga, Ash still didn’t want to give up—because he had teammates fighting alongside him.
“How peculiar for a mortal to refuse such an invitation,” Ling said with a slight smile, her right hand drawing a slash across space, creating a fissure, “Then, you may return.”
“Go back to that vivid, cunning reality woven with joy and sorrow.”
In the next second, the fissure engulfed the two Evangelists.
Ling looked at the place where they disappeared, deep in thought.
At that mont, another upside-down figure appeared in the spider web above.
She wore an aluminum alloy-style tal mask, hands planted in the pockets of her coat, hair tied in a polecat ponytail, tall and silent.
“Perfect timing, Words.” Ling asked, “It’s you who made the distorted masks, isn’t it?”
Words nodded.
“The distorted masks can’t block my listening, can they? Within five ters, that is.”
Words shook her head.
“How strange; I can’t hear his voice at all…” Ling thought aloud, chin in hand, “The First Gospel too—I can hear it, but only a little, and the voice is very different from hers. Although she has other personalities, that voice seems to know I’m listening and deliberately throws a bone to chase after…”
“However, not being able to listen is a form of listening in itself. The Gods of Four Pillars? The Drama Poet? Who exactly is composing their music?”
At that mont, as if giving a warning, Words waved her hand.
Ling Ting imdiately shook her head, “Of course I wouldn’t do that. One is not for sale, and the other is rchandise. I dare not ss with the Weaver’s business.”
Ash and Diya opened and closed their eyes, only to find themselves already back in the banquet hall of Nabistin Palace. However, what was different now was that there were quite a few more people in the hall.
They looked at the two who had appeared out of nowhere, their faces filled with awe and excitent.
“Why are all of you here?” Ash was also baffled. In addition to the funeral ceremony party, there were the Qinna sisters and the Yvalin sisters — in short, everyone who had tried to stir up trouble last night was here.
Qinna crossed her hands over her chest and glanced at Diya, who he was holding, a subtle light flashing in her eyes, “Her Highness Diya asked us to co to say goodbye to you.”
“ too,” Yvalin said, hands on her hips, her sister Anfeier towering a head above her behind her, “They said you’re leaving the Kingdom of Gospel today and might never co back, so… Did you just go to see the All-knowing Weaver?”
“Ash.”
Igula strode over, grabbed Ash by his collar, and stared at him as he demanded harshly, “Where did you try to hit when you first t ? Answer within three seconds, hurry up!”
Ash was taken aback, “Ah? Um, your nose, but I didn’t actually hit it because Shattered Lake Prison restrained my intent to attack!”
“What do you still owe ?”
“A wish! I still owe you a wish!”
“The wrongfully accused fool and the bona fide cult leader, which side are you on?”
“I’m wrongfully accused… I’m no fool!”
Igula pushed him away and explained to everyone, “He hasn’t been replaced, it’s still the Ash who stays up all night and neglects to sleep.”
“Do you have to be so harsh?” Ash clicked his tongue, “Wait until my soul is fully recovered, and I won’t oversleep anymore!”
“How do you know I said you’re a waste, sleep-addicted, forgetful, and gluttonous?”
“Nonsense, when have you ever said anything nice about , except before death or before deceiving ?”
“Both of you stop for a mont.” Purple Moth stepped in between them, signaling them to stop arguing, then looked at the cult leader, “Ash.”
“Mhm.” Ash looked at Hanna, they had actually only been apart for one night, Hanna and the others went with the Secret Guard to the depths of the palace, while he went with Liss to the Tower, but now eting again felt like a reunion after a lifeti.
Hanna suddenly hugged him, taking a deep breath as if to feel his warmth.
Diya narrowed her eyes slightly.
It was only a mont later that she let go of Ash, asking, “Did you make a wish in the Heavenly Kingdom of All-knowing just now? We saw that you hadn’t co out, entered to find no one, and then we tried asking the Gospel Book, and the Gospel said you were in the Heavenly Kingdom of All-knowing.”
“Making a wish…” Ash and Diya looked at each other, shrugging as he said, “If we must say, we did make a wish, indeed.”
“What wish did you make?” Hanna asked curiously, the others also perked up.
“World peace and happiness for all living beings.”
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