Chapter 290 (1): Base Moving
“Failed again. Ranking up is difficult.”
In Death’s Land of Seal, Wayne sat cross-legged by the swamp, opening his eyes with resignation. He had seen his Golden Triangle and maintained it for fifteen minutes, but then the triangle reverted to the Silver Cross, stubbornly sticking to its old way.
Stability was good, but too much stability wasn’t necessarily so.
By the swamp, Anastasia stood quietly in her black robe. With her as the center, the thin Death energy lurked and spread. She was performing the Death Knight’s role of guarding the land. Looking closely, one would notice that she had deliberately avoided Wayne, making sure no trace of Death energy got close to him.
That was the quality of a qualified follower, unlike Senna, who defied her superior and extorted her own faith.
“Mr. Wayne, did it fail again?”
“It succeeded briefly.”
Wayne shook his head regretfully. Thinking back to the fifteen minutes where the Golden Triangle was stable, the Book of Greed seemed to have changed. He saw it as an evolution, while it would be a qualitative change resulting from quantitative accumulation from the Book of Greed’s perspective.
Intuition told him that it was important.
Buzz—
The space trembled audibly. Ancient whispers emerged from the projected space and reached Death’s seal site, murmuring to all who would listen.
Here it came again.