Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start

Incorporating the Divine Inscription into the Demon Realm, Baiyi used Spiritual Power to extract an unensnared Attendant: "Open the box."

"Alright, let’s begin."

Luoning immediately took out a Crystal Ball, eagerly starting to summon the Power of the Stars.

Although drawing random rewards for Baiyi was dull, opening boxes was different.

The Saint’s inheritance is fixed, requiring only speed and scarcely any time.

And considering Luoning’s current level of Premonition...

Swoosh~

As the sound of waves drew near, the scene on the Crystal Ball split from one into two, then four, instantly cutting the Crystal Ball into small fragmented screens.

These fragments pieced together into a complete image.

In the image, identical Attendants stood before different boxes, which arranged into various shapes and began changing colors, some white, some blue, green, red, gold.

The colors continuously changed with time.

Baiyi was somewhat surprised and didn’t expect Luoning to reach this step so quickly.

"Alright, you just need to confirm what you want in your heart, the more dazzling the gold box, the greater the value, the more helpful it is to you."

Luoning leaned back, exhaling deeply; this was her current limit, even if it’s a tactic to exploit the Attendant’s Destiny.

Yet, it is still the inheritance of Saints. No matter how careful, it’s somewhat stressful for those of the Fate System.

Especially predicting the contents of the boxes before the Attendant’s Destiny fluctuates, it’s almost as if directly foreseeing the Saint, only a medium short.

However, Baiyi was inclined to see such a change; the stronger Luoning became, the clearer the future view.

Without secrets in the future, Baiyi could face everything composedly with each event.

This advantage was astounding even to Baiyi.

As Baiyi pondered, the flickering golden glow in his vision gradually dimmed, leaving just one box with a golden glow.

That was in the seventh row of boxes.

It seemed to represent a relatively ancient era, yet this did not mean the era’s inheritance was without value.

Their ceiling was merely relatively lower, their skills reached the world’s pinnacle.

For instance, spatial inheritance meaning an enormous boost to many SSS-level Dawns; Baiyi had never seen a higher understanding of space than a Saint.

"Thank you. In time, I’ll provide the Divine Inscription to you, go rest."

Baiyi tossed a Dawn Badge to the Attendant, then promptly returned to the laboratory, entering the Saint’s Inheritance Space.

The reception hall remained quietly unchanged; the simple, old wooden furniture showed no signs of use.

Baiyi passed by the reception desk, glancing at the Blood Contract and Holy Contract, contemplating, he picked up the contract recording the Saint’s archive.

Every Saint would sign a Saint’s Contract with the Land of Inheritance; this contract bound no constraints, merely granting permission and bestowing a Saint’s Mark.

Once the Holy Contract appeared, all newcomers’ information would appear on it.

This contract’s importance far exceeded the Holy Contract, although each guide was a survivor from a past era, perhaps the foremost Saint of this era.

Few worried the Holy Contract would end up in another’s hands.

If truly taken from this reception hall, it signified all Saints perished.

Baiyi hesitated; with substantial control over the Saint’s Inheritance, he dominated both the Holy and Blood Contracts.

Activating the Holy Contract, he’d likely discover how many struggling Saints resided in the Tower of Soul, perhaps even their abilities, at least past abilities.

Yet because the Tower held only Saints, Baiyi worried about tampering with the Holy Contract.

Every three years came the supreme inheritance; it visibly elevated a Saint’s path.

The simplest, Baiyi only needed to construct a Star Sea Battleship...even just the main cannon; the Mighty Divine Power Ancient Gods would retreat.

Now, individuals who gained this inheritance innumerable times gazed from that tower, numbering more than one.

Contemplating, Baiyi’s palm saw the Saint’s Mark flow.

The original Restriction on the Holy Contract peeled away.

A gentle, bright, warm aura spread from it.

The seemingly parchment-like contract turned pure white, hovering mid-air, incessantly radiating its light.

The glow illuminated the Blood Contract; the two seemed linked, with Restrictions melting away on the Blood Contract, too.

Raising his hand, Baiyi saw the Saint’s Mark engage with the surrounding architecture; a vast, profound, slightly mad gaze appeared on the ceiling, staring at the Blood Contract.

Buzz~

After a hum, everything settled.

The Holy Contract had somehow scurried to the corner, trembling, while the Blood Contract lay lifeless on the table.

Baiyi was taken aback; was that... the Power of Saint!

With Ulrich’s Power of Saint, Baiyi nearly instant-killed demigods under Seven Gods’ protection, vanquishing countless Saints’ combined attacks on the Tower of Soul projection.

"Wasn’t that something? Remember, my name’s Cang Saba, everyone calls me Cang."

A sudden voice arose, Baiyi looked up, those eyes blinked at him before slowly fading into the ceiling.

Stunned, Baiyi regretted wasting a piece of the Power of Saint, yet, whose voice was that? And those eyes... a bit...[playful?]

Are there Saints alive here?

Alongside him was a task [Dimension].

[Name: Dimension.

Attributes: Special trade mission.

Mission description: Head to Dimensional Turbulence, find corresponding with Ulrich’s Power of the Bizarre, and leave the statue there.

Mission reward: Obtain Ulrich’s Treasure Vault of knowledge.

Failure penalty: None.

Mission period: None.

Introduction: Perhaps the world truly doesn’t need us, but wanting to retire doesn’t mean wanting to die — Ulrich.]

This implied a potentially revived Saint, with a group from the Tower of Soul...

Saints... are indeed hard to kill!

Baiyi gazed at the ceiling a while, lowering eyes to the Holy Contract shivering in the corner.

"Come here."

Some things, the Holy Contract likely understood far more profoundly than Baiyi.

The Holy Contract trembled, unwillingly stretching itself open.

Black letters appeared on its white surface.

(>﹏<.): "Y-y-y-y-your Excellency, what are your orders? I will be very obedient."

Baiyi: ....

How could these two contracts be increasingly cowardly?

He calmly inquired: "Whose voice just now? Are they alive?"

(>﹏<.): "T-t-t-t-the.."

"Quickly!"

(X﹏X)

Plop~

Baiyi: ....

Approaching the seemingly fainted Holy Contract, Baiyi was momentarily speechless.

Browsing permissions, Baiyi pocketed the Holy Contract, heading to the Land of Inheritance.

Reviving the Holy Contract exposed himself to potential risks, yet exposure wasn’t a task of the Blood Contract; present exposure posed no threat.

Baiyi was still vigorously Growing; resealing the Holy Contract after use, even if the Tower of Soul learned his current status, would merely be an exchange of information.

Reaching the seventh row of tombs, Baiyi gazed at a tombstone, decisively pressing the Saint’s Mark as it surfaced.

"To those who come after... so, it has arrived at this point? Although I don’t fear death, its arrival evokes some emotion...."

"There isn’t much to give you, this then constitutes the inheritance...."

Buzz~

A massive memory surge swamped Baiyi’s mind, stalling his thoughts an instant.

Yet, channeling swiftly, a Memory Golden Ball appeared in his hand.

Baiyi studied the Golden Ball, this inheritance quite...unexpected...