Chapter 1002: He is the Former Master

Seeing Kismet start his riddling routine again, Saul smiled, then suddenly launched an attack on him.

Several semi-transparent gray tentacles emerged from above Kismet’s head, below his feet, and from the wall behind him. At first glance, it looked like a sea anemone opening its mouth.

Kismet could only flee forward, but Saul’s figure flashed and he had already appeared directly in front of Kismet.

Kismet wasn’t afraid either. Instead, his eyes showed excitement, as if he had long wanted to have such a fight with Saul.

The harp that had been spinning continuously in his hands paused, and his ring finger and pinky quickly swept across the strings.

Two sharp string sounds rang out, the air rippled slightly, and invisible sound waves spread in all directions.

Before the sound waves could approach, Saul suddenly sprouted three eyes on his forehead and both cheeks. The eye on his forehead blinked once, and the vibrations in the air immediately disappeared.

The other two eyes simultaneously turned toward Kismet. Saul’s pair of black pupils and pair of colorful star-shaped eyes blinked once in unison.

Kismet, who was about to dodge, felt his brain “buzz” as if something slippery had squeezed between his brain and skull.

Kismet immediately snapped a harp string and flicked his finger, causing the string to pierce sharply into the back of his head.

But from Kismet’s perception, although the string pierced through his skull and nearly penetrated his cerebral cortex, it had failed to capture the unwelcome intruder in his brain.

His expression changed slightly, and his excited smile could no longer be maintained.

“Little brother master, there’s no need to use your ultimate move right from the start, right? We’re on the same side.”

The string inserted into the back of his head instantly went limp, just like Kismet’s attitude. It mixed with his soft silver hair and gradually became indistinct.

Saul snorted coldly, and the eyes on his face slowly disappeared.

To deal with Kismet, he had indeed used his ultimate move right from the start. This guy was very cunning—if he couldn’t subdue him with the fastest speed, once Kismet realized the situation was unfavorable, he would definitely run away immediately.

Even if Saul could sense Kismet’s fate lines, catching him again wouldn’t be easy.

Saul retracted the tentacles filling the room and teleported back to the experiment table where he had been sitting.

Both of their positions and postures hadn’t changed much, making it seem as if the brief battle just now was merely a dream.

But both Saul and Kismet knew that Saul’s sudden attack was actually demonstrating his strength to Kismet.

After entering the fourth rank, Saul had stronger control over himself. Even the star-shaped eyes that he previously didn’t dare bring out casually could now be deployed much more easily.

Moreover, he discovered that even if he overused the star-shaped eyes, he wouldn’t experience things like mutation. Instead, he would somewhat uncontrollably transform into the form of fate lines.

This was a state he had never experienced before advancing to the fourth rank.

It seemed his star-shaped eyes preferred his other form.

To prevent overuse of his eyes and sudden transformation, Saul wouldn’t use the star-shaped eyes for long periods normally. Once he used them, it was equivalent to releasing a finishing move.

“If you’re really on the same side as me, don’t beat around the bush right now. What are you suddenly running over here for? What’s Douglas’s real purpose? If you can’t tell the truth, then don’t speak, or I’ll personally crack open your brain to check.”

Kismet touched the back of his head. “Alright, alright, I was just trying to liven up the atmosphere. After all, life is already so boring—why can’t we have some fun?”

Saul said nothing, just stared at Kismet.

Kismet couldn’t continue speaking. He raised both hands in surrender and finally became a bit more honest.

“I came to help you. This is absolutely the truth—if you don’t believe me, you can use those colorful eyes from just now to look at me again. Where did you get those eyes? I know you brought them out when you caused havoc at the Tribunal. But I only heard about it afterward and didn’t see it myself—such a pity. I really want to see the cute appearance of my little master brother turning into a pile of eyes~”

As Kismet spoke, he went off-topic again, but fortunately he pulled the conversation back himself.

“Oh, right, as for Douglas, please believe that he truly wants the Abyssal Eye to die completely. For a sixth-rank existence like that, perhaps using the word ‘perish’ would be more appropriate. Of course, although he originates from the wizard world, he doesn’t care about the life or death of this world.”

“The reason he’s helping you and the Stargate Council with so much research is actually because he’s afraid you’ll die too quickly and be easily swallowed by the abyss, delaying his observations. After all, the next time he wants to encounter the perishing of a sixth-rank dead being, he might have to wait hundreds or thousands of years.”

“So,” Kismet stepped forward, raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and slowly grinned, “My little master brother, if your actions are too slow, he might use some more extreme methods to help you grow quickly!”

Kismet’s brow suddenly split open, squeezing out an eye with a colorful pupil. But it only rolled its eyeball in front of Saul before twisting its head and drilling back under the skin. The skin then closed again, and everything returned to normal.

“It sounds like you weren’t lying this time, but I still feel you’re hiding many things.” Saul was considering whether to force Kismet to reveal more.

But at this moment, Kismet suddenly stepped back two steps and raised his hand to rub his brow—exactly where the star-shaped eye had just appeared.

Of course, he felt nothing, but his expression became more serious.

“What did you put on my body?”

Saul didn’t deny it. “This is a guarantee that allows us to continue cooperating.”

Kismet couldn’t help touching his forehead again, feeling tingly all over his body.

“Although you might not believe me, I really came to help you. You can give me any orders regarding experiments!”

“You’re not sent by Douglas to supervise the work, are you? You were guarding the airship port before—were you afraid I’d run away halfway and not do the work?”

Saul suddenly felt like he was being monitored.

Kismet camping at the airship port every day was probably to confirm Saul’s whereabouts.

“Hehe,” Kismet touched his nose, “I swear these were all Douglas’s orders. If you’re unhappy about it, I can also tell you about Douglas’s affairs.”

“Do you want to hear?” Kismet suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Saul with utmost seriousness.

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Saul immediately said, “Tell me the useful parts.”

The useless, deceptive words could be kept to himself.

Kismet pursed his lips and couldn’t help smiling. He knew Saul wouldn’t refuse intelligence about Douglas.

“You already know that Douglas is also from our wizard world, but you might not know that Douglas is the true former master of the Dead Wizard’s Diary.”

Saul suddenly looked up, remembering a past scene he had once seen through the Nightmare Butterfly.

There, corpses were piled into small mountains, and the master who created all this slaughter only lightly admitted that the experiment had failed. In the end, he didn’t even want the diary and tore up all the white pages that had contained records.

“So that person was Douglas.”

(End of Chapter)

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