As the master of the ancient castle, and someone who controlled its power, Borrell could also detect Mu Rufeng’s virtualization state.
"Temporary housekeeper? Sorry, I am now the master of the castle," Mu Rufeng said indifferently.
He now knew that he was the master of the castle and so was Borrell.
This wasn’t about depriving anyone else of their identity; therefore, both of them could control the power of the castle.
With such a situation, it seemed they were at a stalemate where neither could do harm to the other.
"That’s impossible, the master of the castle is me, I, Viscount Borrell!" Borrell shouted loudly.
"Did you take away my limbs and organs?" Borrell glared intensely at Mu Rufeng.
"No, I didn’t," Mu Rufeng said.
"Damn it, do you believe I will kill you?" Borrell stepped forward, his menacing aura spreading.
Originally an aura of a Level 8, it now faintly emitted the aura of a Level 9 Ghost Emperor.
He had enhanced himself with the power of the castle.
"Want to kill me? You’re still too green," Mu Rufeng also released the aura of a Level 9 Ghost Emperor.
Mu Rufeng similarly enhanced himself with the power of the castle.
At this moment, Mu Rufeng possessed the power of the Ghost Emperor, truly wielding the Ghost Emperor’s power.
This sensation was profound, immersing Mu Rufeng in an expansive feeling as if with a mere wave of a hand he could move mountains and seas and pluck stars from the sky.
"What... what method did you use to also be able to control the power of the castle?" Borrell hesitated to make a move.
Just in terms of aura, he was inferior to Mu Rufeng.
Even after the enhancement, as a Level 9 Ghost Emperor, his aura was still not as formidable as Mu Rufeng’s.
After all, Mu Rufeng’s three-dimensional attributes had broken ten thousand, and his Ghost Power level had also reached Level 9 Ghost Emperor, where one plus one added up to more than three.
"I don’t know, I became the master of the castle as soon as I entered," Mu Rufeng shrugged.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Borrell asked.
"You should know that I am just a Contractor," Mu Rufeng stated.
"Of course I know," Borrell had since calmed down.
Previously, he was too shocked that Mu Rufeng could control the power of the castle, but considering that Mu Rufeng was just a Contractor and would eventually have to return,
after Mu Rufeng left, the castle would still belong to him, Viscount Borrell. Thus, they absolutely must not fight, as any damage would only hurt him.
"I am very interested in your technology; I wonder if I could get a copy?" Mu Rufeng asked with a light smile.
"Technology? Impossible. There’s no negotiation; this technology is the result of years of my research, and I cannot possibly give it to you," Borrell replied, suddenly very agitated.
"Not giving it? That’s fine, I can just look for it in the real world."
"Viscount Borrell, if I’m not mistaken, all of you are reflections of the real world projected into the Mysterious World, right?"
"The sculpture known as Yanis, the giant monster known as Gulas, you’ve brought them and the villagers back to the castle for experiments."
"In the end, you blew up the cliff beneath the castle and perished together as it fell into the sea. Although it has been a hundred years, I should still be able to find some traces back in the real world, maybe even some technical data?" Mu Rufeng said lightly as he looked towards Borrell.
"How... how do you know all this?" Borrell was shocked again; he truly hadn’t expected Mu Rufeng to know their affairs so clearly.
"Don’t worry about how I know, you just have your fun here, I’m going to finish the death game for Mumu Ya and then return," Mu Rufeng said, and with a flicker, he appeared in Mumu Ya’s room on the second floor.
At that moment, Mumu Ya was sitting on the bed, massaging the waist of a somewhat plump female Contract Demon.
Mumu Ya didn’t realize when Mu Rufeng appeared; the plump Contract Demon shivered all over.
"Have... have seen your lordship!" The Contract Demon quickly got up and then greeted Mu Rufeng with respect.
Had Mu Rufeng not come, she could have returned directly to Mumu Ya’s contract slot.
But now that Mu Rufeng had arrived, if she returned without greeting, it would be disrespectful to Mu Rufeng; who knows, he might annihilate her in an instant.
"Housekeeper Sen is here," Mumu Ya also realized and quickly stood up.
"Looks like you’re having quite the time," Mu Rufeng glanced at the plump Contract Demon and chuckled lightly.
Although the Contract Demon was a bit fat, she looked more normal compared to those misshaped, disgusting, oozing aberrations—it was indeed better.
"Not... well, Housekeeper Sen, sister Si’s waist is indispensable, she has me massage it every day," Mumu Ya quickly said.
"Nevermind, it’s none of my concern. Now go finish the extra mission, and after that, come with me to the fifth floor to complete the final round of the death game," Mu Rufeng said.
"Yes, Housekeeper Sen," Mumu Ya nodded vigorously.
"My lord, can I enter the contract slot first?" Sister Si quickly said.
However, before Mu Rufeng could reply, Borrell also appeared in the room.
When Mu Rufeng arrived, he concealed the aura of the Ghost Emperor, but Sister Si knew Mu Rufeng was a Level 8 Ghost King, so she was very respectful.
When Borrell appeared, the aura of the Level 9 Ghost Emperor was not hidden, and it scared Sister Si so much her heart nearly stopped.
"Have... have seen Lord Ghost Emperor!" She didn’t and couldn’t leave, she decided, no matter what instance, she would never come out of the contract slot again.