Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 681 - 679: The Mask of the Black Spirit King

According to the Black Spirit King’s speculation on the scroll, an influence like the "Supreme Order Divine Society" was definitely not a local organization from the East Coast. Only a more powerful place—the Main Continent—could be where the adversary had its footing.

Until the moment before the Black Spirit Empire perished, the Black Spirit King still couldn’t figure out why the "Supreme Order Divine Society" would attack him without warning, with no communication, and no compromise. The answer, perhaps, only his mentor knew. Maybe, before he established the Black Spirit Empire, his mentor had anticipated this outcome—all a part of his mentor’s plan, an experiment.

He didn’t know what role he was meant to play in his mentor’s plan and experiment, nor was he keen to find out. All he wanted was if there was a chance, to let his descendants exact revenge with the treasure he had left behind.

At the very end of the scroll was a passage filled with intense emotion from the Black Spirit King: "You, my excellent descendant who opens the treasure, put on my Iron Mask and you will become the next undoubted successor to the Black Spirit Empire.

My will shall continue in you, my strength shall re-emerge in your hands. You will receive my final and most important gift, which will enable you to comprehend my true power and assist you in reaching the greatest heights. Then, I only ask that you do one thing for me: exact vengeance for me, and restore the glory of the Black Spirit Empire!"

"Whew—"

Richard took a deep breath, having read all the content. His eyes flickered with thought.

To tell the truth, after reading everything, combining his experiences and logical deductions, he actually knew more than what was recorded on the scroll.

For instance, according to the scroll, the mysterious old man with no name in Yadisi Village had taken three pupils, one of whom, Augustus, established the Black Spirit Empire. The other two—a man and a woman—were assigned with other missions.

The woman’s specific mission was unclear, but if nothing else, she probably established the Jungle Hut. Judging from the Handbook of "Divine’s Right Hand" found in the Holy Land of the Jungle Hut and related books in the library of the Dark Forest Gathering Place, it’s likely the woman delved into the "Destructive Gloves." The notes mentioned a sudden breakthrough in researching the "Destructive Gloves," which could well be the woman’s covert assistance.

As for the man, his specific mission was even less clear, but there was a high likelihood of involvement with the Black Holy Mountain Kingdom. His strange experience at the Royal Library of the Black Holy Mountain Kingdom and the encounter with Mr. Clown on the road to Mo’er could be related to him.

Of course, all these matters were actually trivial; what Richard was most curious about was the identity of the anonymous, mysterious old man on the scroll.

In his view, the Black Spirit King might not have guessed wrongly. Whether it was establishing the Black Spirit Empire, the Jungle Hut, Black Holy Mountain, or being attacked by the "Supreme Order Divine Society," everything could have been within the old man’s scheming, trying to achieve some purpose—something concerning the "Supreme Order Divine Society."

It was as if a grand game of chess was being played.

Richard sighed inwardly.

However, he wasn’t particularly interested in this grand chess game.

He had his own things to do, his own path to walk, and his goals were clear—understand what exactly this world was all about. To him, whether it was the Black Spirit King’s Treasure, the mysterious old man, or the inscrutable Supreme Order Divine Society, were just passing scenery on his journey. If they were helpful or obstructive to his goal, he would intervene accordingly when necessary, but he wouldn’t get bogged down in them—it was pointless.

Yes, pointless.

Things that didn’t make sense, were irrational, or didn’t represent the best choice, were meaningless to him.

His time was limited, his goals distant, and achieving them as difficult as scaling the heavens; but for the chance of success someday, he had to ensure that every action he took was meaningful and valuable.

Even if not every step could be as profitable as unlocking the Black Spirit King’s Treasure, he would strive to stay on the right path.

Breathing out lightly, Richard’s gaze shifted from the scroll and settled on the Black Iron Mask beside it.

The Black Iron Mask, pitch black and archaic in appearance, had a face without expression when viewed head-on; authoritative without anger, with two empty and void-like eyes, waiting for its wearer to give them life.

Remembering the scroll’s words, Richard mused aloud, "Put on the Iron Mask, and become the next undoubted successor of the Black Spirit Empire? Receive the final and most important gift, feeling the true power, ascending to the pinnacle of greatness?"

His hand reached out, cautiously touching the surface of the Black Iron Mask, cold to the touch. He tried to lift it, and Richard’s eyes suddenly narrowed. He clearly felt a terrifying force hidden deep within the heavy Black Iron Mask.

Holding the Black Iron Mask in mid-air, Richard sensed as if there was a vast ocean inside, stirring gently, a careless move might let the "sea water" surge out, drowning everything.

"Click!"

With a soft sound, Richard instinctively stretched out his other hand, cradling the Black Iron Mask, and after a long stare, he understood: The so-called Black Iron Mask was essentially a massive Mana storage artifact, containing the power passed down by the Black Spirit King.

Clearly, the Black Spirit King had considered that his descendant might not be strong enough. Even if they acquired the numerous powerful spells detailed here, created the "Destructive Gloves," they might not be able to unleash their full strength. It was more likely the situation of "bearing a treasure in innocence incurs guilt," where they could be killed before they even had the chance to grow.

Therefore, he left his strength within the Iron Mask. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

This was the power of the Black Spirit King, who once ruled the entire East Coast!

Even if it wasn’t all of it, access to even a tenth of that power was enough to be astonishing and could help tackle numerous crises.

This was a safeguard, complementing the knowledge passed down here.

It was also apparent that the Black Spirit King truly desired for his progeny to avenge him.

Having thought through all of this, Richard, without any hesitation, turned his hand and stored the Iron Mask into his Space Iron Ring, keeping it as a trump card.

As for the Black Spirit King’s dying wish, the so-called vengeance—he was really sorry, but he didn’t consider it and didn’t feel much of a burden.

After all, he wasn’t a descendant of the Black Spirit King, just a curious individual who had gone through great effort and solved many secrets to arrive here.

Reaping the benefits, he was grateful to the Black Spirit King, but as for revenge, well, that was truly out of the question, at least for now.

On one hand, like he had previously said, seeking vengeance clashed with his goals; he couldn’t abandon substance for shadow.

On the other hand, even if he truly wanted to seek revenge, he would have to carefully weigh his strength against the Supreme Order Divine Society. The Supreme Order Divine Society had destroyed the Black Spirit Empire, which once unified the entire East Coast, and currently, he was merely alone, at best with Pandora, the lone Dragon, scant in power. Occasionally resolving small conflicts with the Supreme Order Divine Society was already difficult enough. To stubbornly oppose the Supreme Order Divine Society to the bitter end would be brainless.

Thus...