Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1159 790: Lanci Becomes Addicted_3
No matter which path she chose, she couldn't help but search for that vast face.
"Then let's set out; I'll accompany you."
Talia murmured, turning her head.
She had accompanied Lanci for so long, she didn't mind accompanying him one last time to use the dangerous legendary Magic Device, the Mirror of Tiberius.
After all, Lanci was her one and only disciple.
Just for this reason, she would keep conveying her agreement to him.
"In a while, I'll definitely treat Master to a big meal at the Demon King's Restaurant, it's been tough on you for accompanying me for so long today."
Lanci sincerely thanked Talia.
"You've got filial piety, Lanci."
Talia's lips slightly curled up, her form dissolving into silver-white specks of light, returning to Lanci's side.
In a brief moment, Lanci walked back in front of the Mirror of Tiberius on the steps.
In the Central Energy Room at night, the chill around the edges of the Mirror of Tiberius stirred into a layered effect due to the slight ripples of Void Force, and Magic Power began to dance upon the mirror's surface.
Lanci reached out his hand towards the mirror, leaning slightly forward, merging with the mirror's surface that was enveloped in a deep purple glow.
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Instantly, he felt himself plummeting from the stars at high speed.
Lights and colors intertwined around him.
Until the falling speed began to slow, gravity pressed sharply upon him, and a dazzling white light surged toward him.
All of these transformed into characters and information flooding into his mind.
[Inverted Future Fantasy Realm]
[Activation Successful]
[Remaining Uses: None]
[Name: Lankelos Saint Anastasius]
[Current Status: Ninth-order]
[Attribute: Sealing/Light]
[...]
[Character Attributes Entered]
[Divination Result: Death is Imminent]
[Departure Location: Demon World, Purgatory City Pasquale, Suburbs, Purgatory Corridor Academy]
[Remaining Destiny: 5 Days 04 Hours 31 Minutes]
After this text surged into his mind.
Lanci hardly felt dizzy or uncomfortable, and immediately entered the state.
In the blink of an eye, he was sitting in the Principal's Office of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
Reflected on the nearby window glass was a face donning a silver-white mask, its vibrant green eyes visible through the mask, filled with exhilaration.
"I'm back again."
He pushed himself up from the desk and moved around, acquainting himself with the Pope's body.
The biting cold wind outside the window, still carrying sporadic snowflakes, had now become dim, rising unrestrained in the night of Demon World Pasquale, akin to the Land of Perpetual Night.
Looking at the clock, it was nearly 7 p.m.
As in the previous two times, after entering the [Mirror of Tiberius], his starting location would always be the Principal's Office.
Semi-transparent Demon Race Script appeared in his field of vision as expected—
[Holy Polante Theocracy, Year 614, December 25th, Night.]
[...]
[You awoke in the Purgatory Corridor Academy, sensing that your destined end is near.]
[Perhaps these last few days mark the curtain call of your life.]
[Through prophetic dreams, you discovered that the current peace is just an illusion, the Blood Clan still shows no signs of repentance; they have been scheming even greater conspiracies in the Huoning Empire, all in preparation for your impending death, awaiting their chance to start their counterattack.]
[It seems they have also divined all of this, knowing approximately when you will die, when you will begin to weaken.]
[Additionally, over the years, they have been conducting secret experiments on Honning People, combining the blood left by the Second Progenitor to create a terrifying poison, contaminating most of the northern residents and all of the southern residents of the Huo Ning Empire.]
[Once you seal Rashar, the Third Ancestor, or drive him into a corner, the apocalyptic disaster of this era will commence, Honing will turn into a land of demons, destroying the hope of future generations...]
[Knowing this is a dead end, you still came to this dream with determination.]
[To Heaven or to Hell?]
[The answer lies in your hands.]
[Immediately sever all doubts.]
[Who will have the last laugh, you shall tell Destiny.]
