MMB Chapter 253 The Mirror of Knowledge
Chapter 253 The Mirror of Knowledge
Jiang Chaosheng picked up the mirror and remained silent for a while.
According to the records in the manager's journal, those who used this mirror all met with tragic ends.
Moreover, this mirror has a cooling-off period.
For ten years after using this mirror, it will be just like any other mirror, and will no longer possess any magical powers.
Jiang Chaosheng was wondering whether he should use it or not.
In the first few months, the taboo sculpture mentioned the word "variable".
Variables... Jiang Chaosheng is quite concerned about them.
Many things happened after that, disrupting the situation in the Xia Kingdom for nearly a century.
The first thing is that Zero Antique Shop has a new rule, a rule to enhance the manager's combat power.
This new rule seems to indicate that a major upheaval is about to occur, and the Zero Antique Shop must enhance the manager's combat capabilities.
The second thing is that, starting from that day, the frequency of the resurgence of forbidden items... became very high.
There has never been such a high frequency since the first manager took over the Zero Antique Shop.
Thirdly, the Taiping Dao's actions were more frequent than ever before.
As a result, many leaders of the Taiping Dao died, and the Taiping Dao itself was on the verge of destruction.
Fourthly, more and more clues are emerging about Hell, and the secrets of the Gates of Hell may soon come to light.
The fifth thing is that the Dark Council, which has been hiding in the United States for so many years, actually chose to make a collective trip to the Xia Kingdom.
Jiang Chaosheng stared at the mirror and murmured:
"variable......"
His taboos will become stronger and stronger, his combat power will increase, and he will also be protected by the rules of the Zero Antique Shop.
Therefore, he was not afraid to fight against the Western God, against Satan, or against the Cowherd.
But he cares a lot about fate.
Fate is a thing that can destroy an era and bring down a powerful dynasty with the flick of a finger.
It can make him the twilight, and it can also plunge him into a curse.
Perhaps the only person who could defy fate was that last emperor.
Even now, I might just be a pawn in the hands of that last emperor.
My intuition has always been very accurate.
Uncertainty... perhaps fate is acting strangely, which is closely related to my current inner unease.
Jiang Chaosheng made up his mind, bit his index finger, and put a drop of blood on the mirror.
He quietly observed the changes in the mirror.
No one in charge has ever used this mirror; the owners have only recorded its history.
Number 3-04, the Mirror of Knowledge.
There were once thirty users.
The most powerful of them was a god named Odin.
He resides in the golden palace in Asgard, which possesses the power to seal off space, making him the supreme god who controls the entire realm of the gods.
After Odin captured the legendary beast, the Griffin wolf, he wanted to make it his mount.
Unsure whether he could completely tame the wildness of the Griffin wolf, he used the Mirror of Knowledge.
The Mirror of Knowledge did not tell Odin whether the Griffin wolf was untamed, but it did foretell that the Griffin wolf would cause Ragnarok.
The Griffin wolf is immortal and cannot be killed by divine power.
So Odin banished it to the River Styx in the underworld and then used the power of the Golden Palace to seal the passage between the River Styx and Asgard.
He thought he had a perfect plan.
But he didn't expect two things.
First, the Griffin Giant Wolf possesses the ability to ignore the sealing power of the Golden Palace, allowing it to freely travel between the underworld and the realm of gods.
Secondly, the Griffin wolf has an older sister—Hela, the goddess who receives the dead in the River Styx.
The innocent giant wolf and Hela, unwilling to wander the River Styx, reached a consensus in an instant.
The Griffin wolf carried Hela, ferried the River Styx across, swallowed the realm of Asgard, and destroyed the golden palace that possessed the power to seal space.
Ragnarok was thus formed.
Every drink and every bite is preordained.
Jiang Chaosheng recalled the record about this mirror in the manager's notes:
First, this mirror never lies.
Secondly, this mirror has been deceiving you all along.
It's a contradiction.
But please believe one thing:
This mirror knows everything, but never use it.
If you absolutely must use it, please remember—
Everything it says is true, but every single word it utters is a lie.
......
Finally, the mirror of knowledge began to change.
Ripples spread across the mirror, gradually revealing a human figure.
Jiang Chaosheng stared at the figure, his pupils contracting slightly.
The figure reflected in the mirror was none other than himself!
The reflection in the mirror... looks terrible.
His face was ashen, his eyes were lifeless, and there was a red line of blood seeping from his throat.
Jiang Chaosheng in the mirror spoke blankly:
"My name is Jiang Chaosheng. Today is December 15th. I am dead."
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Jiang Chaosheng's eye twitched violently.
Because the mirror of knowledge never lies!
Today is... October 15th!
.....
American flag country, New York, Black Veil Hotel.
This hotel is the most mysterious place in the United States.
But it was there—a completely black building, like a piece of black amber left behind in the middle of the city.
The hotel's staff, both male and female, are all model-level.
The chef's culinary skills are on par with any Michelin three-star chef.
It features a variety of recreational facilities—your yoga instructor will already be waiting for you when you walk into the yoga room;
When you want a massage, handsome male and beautiful female masseuses are already dressed in various styles of clothing, waiting for you to arrive.
In short, this place has every function you can imagine.
However, it is a membership-only organization and does not welcome outsiders.
No matter how rich or powerful you are, if you are not a member, you cannot step through that door.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the hotel's conference room was as solemn as a funeral.
The conference room is decorated in a church style, with a solemn black as the main color.
A chandelier hung from the high dome, its light as faint as a dying candle, illuminating only a small area of the podium, while the surrounding corners remained in darkness.
A group of people dressed in black robes, wearing masks, and with ram's head pendants around their necks sat in rows of chairs.
They remained silent, only clasping their hands together in a prayer.
The lips moved, but no sound came out—it was a silent, collective ritual, as if calling upon some indescribable being.
Yang Xiao sat in the last row.
To his left is the puppeteer, and to his right is the fang.
The three people stood side by side, not conspicuous among the dense crowd of people in black robes.
The puppeteer lowered his voice, almost whispering in Yang Xiao's ear:
"Shadow, today's meeting is being chaired personally by the Speaker of the Council."
With him here... no matter what happens later, don't say a word.
Yang Xiao knew what it meant.
Group Thirteen used to be very strong, but currently... its status in the Dark Council is not high.
Many group leaders enjoy making sarcastic remarks about Group 13.
The puppeteer didn't want Yang Xiao to get into conflicts with others.
Yang laughed:
"it is good."
The puppeteer turned to look at the fangs on his right and frowned.
"You've been unusually quiet today."
Venom remained silent.
His posture was somewhat stiff, like a toy that had been deliberately manipulated.
If the puppeteer observes carefully enough, he will notice that the fang has two shadows.
One shadow belonged to him alone, obediently resting on the ground;
Another unfamiliar shadow was gripping the arms and legs of the fanged shadow, controlling his every move like a puppet.
Not long after, a man dressed in a black robe, holding a scepter, and wearing a crown walked onto the stage.
His pace was slow, each step as if he were measuring some unseen distance.
The sound of the scepter striking the ground echoed in the empty conference room, one beat after another, like a heartbeat.
All the messengers of hell bowed their heads in unison, their voices as uniform as if they were speaking as one person:
"Praise be to Satan! Praise be to the Speaker of the Parliament!"
The councilor stood on the podium, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people below.
He spoke, with a perfect London accent, clear and articulate, carrying a reserved and aloof air characteristic of the old aristocracy:
"Seven days from now, we need to escort a lady to the Xia Kingdom."
Six groups will participate in this event.
"Now, I will begin calling roll."
The messengers of hell all bowed their heads.
Yang Xiao realized that none of them wanted the councilor to call their names.
He knew the reason.
These messengers of hell have their own territories in various regions of the United States.
If I leave the United States for too long, my territory may be taken over by other messengers of hell.
That would be equivalent to losing a large sum of money.
After all, the Ghost Inspection Bureau offers a considerable reward for each case of anomaly they resolve.
He turned his head and glanced at the puppeteer beside him, the nominal boss.
The puppeteer trembled with nervousness, his right hand repeatedly lifting slightly in an arc before lowering it again.
Why does it seem like... he really wants to go to Xia Kingdom?
The senator's tone was like that of a cold, robotic voice:
"Group six, group seven, group eight, group nine, group ten, group eleven, group twelve, and group thirteen."
The group of Hell Messengers who weren't called on visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
The groups that were called on all looked dejected.
Only the puppeteer was filled with excitement, his palms sweating with anticipation.
hiss~
This guy is interesting.