Messed up, but not completely.
Igula entered the hidden sanctuary in the crevice of time, pondering what to do next.
If Silver Lamp were dead, he could just reveal the truth, as the person is already dead, and at most people would sigh about it. Even if they suspect Silver Lamp has some plan, they would never know the truth. Unless they happen to find Silver Lamp’s Mage’s Handbook in the Void Realm, Silver Lamp will die as a ’complex thinker’ villain.
Their only duty is to leave a few words after Senluo becomes a purgatory on earth, to let everyone know that there once was a great nation with four Divine Eras — that’s all ordinary people can manage.
But Silver Lamp isn’t dead now.
Silver Lamp not only escaped but destroyed crucial clues, leaving others unable to unravel the third "Truth Link," thus in their eyes, Silver Lamp is still a mobile catastrophe that kills without mercy, and they won’t understand her, let alone support her.
It’s impossible for humans to empathize with monsters.
Moreover, after the bloody battle earlier, they only harbor disgust, fear, and hatred towards Silver Lamp. Not to mention Qikara, Gwen, and Black Crow, Igula even noticed Harvey with a gloomy expression. The Necromancer silently bit his nails, muttering phrases like ’Skull made into goblet’ and ’Organs as snacks for Alice’.
This is also why Igula didn’t stop Silver Lamp from destroying the clues; since she’s not dead, she’ll continue living as a demon monster, continue bearing hatred, continue ravaging all lives.
After all, for her, everything is an illusion.
Igula looked at the golden "Truth Link" on the third wall of mist, slightly furrowing his brows.
Is Silver Lamp really trying to trap them here? If it wasn’t Igula fitting the last piece of the puzzle, they wouldn’t have any chance to pass through the mist wall, and the method to leave the Dead City could only be found beyond the mist wall.
However, the Swindler still has the final solution: just tell Ash and the others the reasoning process.
Now that Silver Lamp has torn open her face-off with Ash, whether she’s good or evil no longer relates to Ash. From the moment Silver Lamp severely injured Ash, they were completely unrelated, back to being strangers.
Even if Ash learns the secret, it would only bring slight regret, but as years pass, he’d realize it’s just a boring illusion. But in any case, it’s better than being trapped in the "Sanctuary" for thirty thousand years.
But unless there’s really no other way, Igula doesn’t want to reveal it.
To be honest, the Swindler isn’t the type to enjoy making others look good; on the contrary, he prefers wrecking others’ meticulous plans. Watching others being desperately enraged is one of those rare life pleasures he never tires of.
What could be more interesting than breaking others’ defenses?
Therefore, Igula never thought that someone as chaotic as him, a Swindler, would one day help the adversarial Silver Lamp, reaching an invisible mutual understanding, helping her keep the secret sealed in the Dead City.
Silver Lamp is like a lonely gardener, cultivating a beautiful flower, only it’s planted in another realm, in someone else’s garden. Silver Lamp clearly has the chance to take it away, yet she lets it continue living in a clean, beautiful garden, continuing to gaze at it across a realm.
Even though she herself is left with nothing.
Moved by such foolishness, I am also a fool. How did I become so stupid?
Igula sighed inwardly, hearing Ash nearby say, "Would Gray Fox Mage really trap compatriots in the ’Sanctuary’? Just because they can’t solve the three questions, they must stay here until death? Even if Gray Fox Era students don’t have rights, it shouldn’t be this miserable, right?"
Everyone paused, suddenly realizing this flaw — even if Gray Fox Mage wanted future generations to know the truth, they shouldn’t leave such a dead-end test mechanism.
If Gray Fox Era was a time of darkness and despair, that would be one thing, but according to records, Gray Fox Era citizens were generally positive and socially friendly, even lacking prisons as basic facilities. It’s unknown whether it’s because they had no criminals or only practiced capital punishment.
Ash was initially curious about the prison style of Gray Fox Era. After all, with his rich experience, he’s qualified to judge prisons’ quality. Having explored half of Senluo without finding prison remnants, he felt quite disappointed.
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"But we aren’t compatriots of Gray Fox Mage."
Qikara pointed out the truth: "Many Gray Fox ruins require citizenship to enter, and lacking it may trigger security defense mechanisms. To them, only Gray Fox citizens are considered compatriots, and if there’s indeed a solution, it must be triggered by someone holding citizenship... Ah! If a Gray Fox citizen came to save me, I’d even willingly be his chair!"
Moments later, Ash sat on the Beastman’s back, staring at the Transcendence Card in his hand.
As long as he could successfully host a god, he could borrow the citizen identity from when Transcendence Prison Technique was used, which has helped him bypass many obstacles he reckons might apply here too.
"Host God exists with a time delay, let alone I’m hosting it remotely." Ash pondered: "In normal time, it takes fast one second, slow up to three seconds. If time here has elongated to [1 second = 1 year], then we’d better prepare to live here for one to three years."