Chapter 1120: I’ve Been Waiting for You All Day, and You’re Just Coming Now?
The Ghost Tower was immensely powerful, and Carson Flores naturally coveted it.
To desire something was, in effect, to entertain the notion that whenever he required its power, it would fight for him—an active control, not a situation where at the moment of peril, it remained motionless and he had to plead miserably, at the mercy of the Ghost Tower Spirit’s mood and its willingness to lend a hand.
Carson Flores had already experienced this feeling when he had the Emperor Seal.
It was exhausting!
You never knew if it would take action or not, so you couldn’t count on its combat power. You had to act as if it didn’t exist. Yet, it would occasionally give you hope, inadvertently raising your assessment of your own strength, leading to misjudgments.
A misjudgment could have terrifying consequences in this survival-of-the-fittest world; most likely, it meant death.
Carson Flores didn’t believe the Ghost Tower cared about his life or death. Even after forming a contract, if he died, it would simply find a new Contractor.
For thousands of years, successive generations of Hollow Void Practitioners had perished, yet the Ghost Tower remained, seemingly to persist forever.
Would such an entity over historical epochs care about a mere Contractor?
Golden Light flickered on the blank paper as the writing disappeared.
The writing on the wall vanished too, and no new writing appeared.