Chapter 1972: 564 King of Mimics_2

Matthew looked at the rather mini-sized bronze treasure chest with a look of surprise on his face.

Compared to others of its kind,

the King of Mimics neither stood out in size nor aura.

It just looked too ordinary.

So ordinary that if tossed amongst a group of chests, adventurers would easily overlook it.

Its bronze exterior seemed more like paint slathered on a wooden box, making it feel like the paint would chip off at the slightest touch.

Were it not for Matthew sensing the unbelievable vitality and power of its domain,

He would probably still be doubting its identity.

“I think you should be thankful for the greed of sentient beings.”

“If people were to lose this desire called greed, you, as the King of Mimics, wouldn’t have the chance to appear in this world.”

Matthew said casually.

The King of Mimics affirmed:

“You’re right.”

“Greed is the nourishment for my growth and evolution, but that doesn’t prevent me from despising their fate while I feed on their greed.”

“In a sense, I’m even more greedy than they are.”

“But as an Evil Spirit, I think double standards are our most basic good quality, don’t you think?”

Matthew didn’t bother to retort.

His eyes roamed over the wilderness, showing the King of Mimics his most greedy side.

The latter did not take offense.

Instead, it said cheerfully:

“It seems I haven’t disappointed you here, that’s good.”

“I’ve heard your name from the mouths of countless mimic monsters; I know ordinary chests won’t attract you, so I prepared a special gift for you.”

“At first, I thought Beckman was just messing with me as usual, but I didn’t expect you to really come, I truly am…”

Matthew suddenly interrupted him rudely:

“Do you have books on Machinists here?”

The King of Mimics was taken aback.

Yet, he answered:

“Many.”

“‘Mechanical, Ground Fire Dragon and Titans,’ have you seen this book?”

Matthew asked bluntly.

The King of Mimics thought for a moment, then pointed with his tongue to the side:

“I’ve seen it, it’s over there in the pile of books.”

Then it asked Matthew curiously:

“Do you know that all the actions you’re taking now are digging your own grave?”

“In this plane, once you can’t restrain your inner greed, it’s the same as opening the door to your heart and spirit wide to me.”

“Look, a treasure chest is starting to grow on top of your head…”

Matthew tilted his head.

He indeed felt a heavy weight.

However, he wasn’t flustered but continued to ask:

“Do you also have books or equipment that spellcasters, bards, priests, Druids, and Child of the Rainforest can use?”

The King of Mimics was astonished.

It asked with a grin:

“Do you mean you want everything except a warrior’s equipment?”

Matthew responded nonchalantly:

“I’ll want the warrior’s too.”

The King of Mimics laughed so hard it almost couldn’t close its mouth.

It pointed out the directions to exquisite equipment for each profession for Matthew.

The next moment,

It couldn’t help but feel sentimentally:

“I’ve never met a customer as cooperative as you; I even feel a bit reluctant to put that heavy treasure chest on you.”

“But the plane laws are as they are; I can’t make an exception.”

“So how about this, before you lose your sanity and completely turn into a Treasure Box Wanderer, let me tell you my story—”

“I was once just an ordinary treasure chest…”

The King of Mimics was leisurely recounting its story,

Meanwhile, Matthew had already started collecting various items in a great hurry—

Secure the remains of the Ancient Death God first;

Then dashing to the pile of items usable by Machinists, narrowly avoiding a few small explosions, Matthew successfully found the book Bobo had coveted and then stuffed a few seemingly valuable tomes as well;

After that,

He quickly selected some pieces of equipment for his companions.

“No time to pick carefully.”

“My head feels so heavy, so itchy… a treasure chest is about to grow…”

Matthew couldn’t help but scratch the top of his head.

Lo and behold,

A handful of black moss came off.

Had it not been for the resistance from his domain and the power of Lost Paradise, his head would have turned into a rotten treasure chest by now!

“Later, an Evil Priest concocted a legend, claiming that in the wilderness bathed in starlight, there was a bronze treasure chest.”

“Whoever could find that treasure chest, could make a wish to the dragon, and any outrageous wish would come true.”

“Driven by the legend, greedy humans flocked to that wilderness like moths to a flame…”

The King of Mimics was still narrating its story,

But Matthew said goodbye to it very politely:

“Hey, I have to go.”

The King of Mimics paused:

“Go? Where do you want to go?”

He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle:

“This is the Evil Spirit World!”

“Everything you do is being recorded by the Evil Root, you’ve lost the ability to leave this place!”

“If you’re really not giving up, I won’t stop you from trying to open the portal…”

Faced with the confident King of Mimics.

Matthew just smiled faintly and pointed to the treasure chest faintly taking shape above his head:

“You think you’re right.”

“But I’m a special case now, no one can stop me from leaving if I wish to…”

The King of Mimics sneered, seemingly wanting to teach Matthew a lesson.

But at that moment.

A huge sickle appeared out of nowhere, cleaving a massive rift crack between the two!

“Farewell!”

Matthew greeted as he jumped into the rift, his figure quickly vanishing from sight.

The King of Mimics was dumbfounded watching the crack.

A few seconds later.

Just as the rift was about to heal itself.

He suddenly rushed forward, excitedly yelling into the depths of the rift:

“Is it you?”

“Lady Isabelle?!”

“I hear you’re about to leave this Universe, can you take me with you?”

“I’m willing to be your workhorse… I can…”

Before he could finish.

A powerful energy storm suddenly swept out from the rift.

The storm pinned the King of Mimics to the ground, his shell peeling off like paint from a wooden box!

“You are not worthy!”

A voice came from within the storm.

Then a high heel descended from the sky, crushing right through the body of the King of Mimics!

The latter let out a painful and miserable wail.

After a long time.

The high heel and the energy storm gradually dissipated.

The King of Mimics, dragging his battered body, walked out of the pit above the wilderness, looking pained at the place where the high heel had fallen, suddenly he stretched out seven or eight abnormally long tongues—

“Slurp slurp!”

He feverishly licked up everything broken on the ground!

“I’m not worthy…”

“That Destroyer, isn’t worthy either!”

Amid the frenetic licking.

The King of Mimics let out a low growl.

In an instant.

All the Treasure Box Wanderers across the wilderness panicked and started to run.

They collided and pushed each other.

And it eventually escalated into a terribly tragic stampede.

The entire Evil Spirit Plane was emotionally charged.

Faintly.

A small branch peeked out where the rift had healed.

The tip of the branch wriggled rapidly.

Soon after.

A ghostly silhouette appeared above the branch.

Then vanished into thin air.

…

“Warning: Your actions in the Evil Spirit Plane have been recorded by the Evil Root!

If you descend upon the Evil Spirit Plane or its related derivative planes in the future, the curses you received earlier will continue to take effect.

You may turn into a Treasure Box Wanderer within three minutes!

The King of Mimics’ Hatred Points towards you have substantially increased!”

…

Let there be hatred.

Matthew now had the resolution of one deeply in debt.

In such chaotic times, slow development was no longer possible.

Secure the gains first!

“Let’s go!”

“Time to divide the spoils!”

Under Isabelle’s escort.

Matthew safely returned to the lower deck of the universe spaceship.

As soon as he landed, he planned to take his friends and scram—

They had saved people, stolen, and looted on this trip; their gains were substantial.

It was time to wrap things up!

But just then.

A portal suddenly appeared at the top of the spaceship.

A figure wielding a sword leaped out with force.

Beckman came rushing over furiously, looking enraged:

“You haven’t left?”

“And you stole my Dimension Anchor?”

“Wait, you defeated Galan?!”

…

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