They all call me Great Master-Chapter 296 - 293 ’Death’ Descends, it is the Only One!

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In the midst of screams, the ’Bizarre’ faces that the ’Mystic Side’ could not avoid all became distorted.

What had it seen?

It had seen Arthur sitting cross-legged in a chair, his knees raised, his arms resting on them, a lazy look on his face as he gazed at the night sky.

It had seen, emerging behind Arthur, a figure in a pitch-black robe, holding a scythe...

’Death’!

The night wind had already ceased.

No!

To be accurate, the night wind died the instant that figure appeared.

Not just the night wind, but also the night sky, the moon, the stars, the earth, and everything else had died.

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Because—

In the place where this figure stood, there was only Death, and there could only be Death.

This was the rule!

A rule above all things!

A rule that could only be countered by another rule!

Unfortunately, there were no other rules here!

Even the ’Bizarre’ in front of it did not possess any rules; it was merely utilizing a very special ’Undying’ rule.

But such use, in front of ’Death’...

Was futile!

The moment the formless ’Death’ appeared again, it crushed that borrowed ’Undying’ to pieces.

It was not intentional.

It was not targeted.

It was completely unintentional.

Just as when a ten-thousand-ton vessel passes over the sea, and the waves it raises, who pays heed to the spray?

There was so much of it.

Utterly inconsequential.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The ’Bizarre’ cried out in alarm and turned to flee.

Its speed was swift, several times faster than arrows shot from a bow, but to that figure, it was still too slow.

No excessive movements.

No swinging of the scythe.

Merely with a gaze, this ’Bizarre’ was melted.

Its life, its soul, its destiny, all it ever was, vanished along with the dissipation of its flesh and blood, leaving behind its final wail.

"Monster!

You monster!"

When the wailing ceased, everything turned into nothingness.

In this world, there was no longer anything that could prove this ’Bizarre’ had ever existed.

If one wished to prove it?

Then prepare to welcome ’Death’.

A massive ’Aura of Death’ poured into Arthur’s body, and the previously depleted [Death Qi] surged to 1000 points in a blink. Meanwhile, the figure representing ’Death’ began to slowly dissipate. Arthur, who had his head raised as if watching the night sky but was actually observing ’Death,’ began to mumble in his heart.

’Is this what it’s like when [Death Qi] goes berserk?

Using ’Death’ to crush those not favored by destiny?

But this ’Death’...

Why do I feel a sense of kinship with it?’

Arthur raised his hand to rub his temples.

The effects of [Death Qi] going berserk were better than he had imagined; the ’Bizarre’ born from the body of a Mutant were incredibly difficult to kill.

On the bookshelves in the underground chamber of Yumir Manor, it was mentioned more than once how a ’Bizarre’ on the brink of death could ’Resurrect’.

Moreover, unlike the ’Bizarre’ born from a Mutant, those of a higher level could easily ’return.’

’Return’ where?

The books did not say.

It must have been written and then hidden, possibly to prevent discovery by some higher level ’Bizarre.’ But according to Arthur’s guess, it should be a space exclusive to the ’Bizarre.’

Perhaps that place has many names, but in essence, it should just be a similar exclusive space, only connected to the present world for some unknown reason.

As for why it’s connected?

It could be the cosmic movements.

Or maybe the aftermath of some secret technique explosion.

In any case, the Mutant ’Bizarre,’ incredibly difficult to kill, was effortlessly vanquished by him.

Better still, Arthur knew that to some extent, [Death Qi] could be controlled.

All of this was joyous good news.

Yet the sudden surge of kinship left Arthur confused.

Then a thought emerged from the depths of this young ’Spirit Medium’s’ heart—

’I couldn’t really be a ’Child of Death,’ could I?’

But immediately, the young ’Spirit Medium’ relaxed his expression.

Because, when he had this thought, his [Spirituality] informed him with an unprecedented strong intuition that it was not so.

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Arthur let out a sigh of relief and shifted his position to sit more comfortably, his thoughts inadvertently drifting.

"Where does this sense of familiarity come from?

Is it because I’ve died once before?

Do I count as an acquaintance?"

As Arthur was pondering this, a familiar scent of tobacco wafted to his nose—tinged with a hint of cocoa and speckled with a touch of mint.

Through the swirling smoke, Marinda, wearing a deerstalker cap and puffing on a pipe, emerged from the smoky veil and walked straight out.

The lady’s forehead was slightly sweaty, with anxiousness flickering in her deep blue eyes.

However, upon seeing Arthur slumped in his chair, her expression immediately eased.

Without paying much attention to Arthur, she began to inspect ’Yumir Manor.’ When she saw the sprinkled coarse salt and red brick powder that had been enchanted, her brow furrowed— it was these barriers made of coarse salt and red brick powder that had blurred her perception and prevented her from pinpointing the location of ’Yumir Manor.’

That was why she was anxious.

Because the other party had come prepared.

On top of that, there were the words Arthur had Edwin pass on.

The ’Lady of the Long Night’ almost had to use one of her trump cards.

Luckily, just moments ago, that barrier had disappeared.

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Marinda bent down and picked up a small clump of the enchanted coarse salt and red brick powder—both had long since lost their enchantments, and even the materials themselves were lifeless, crumbling to powder at the lightest touch.

After inspecting the mouth of the gorge, Marinda leapt up from the side of the gorge.

She began checking the cliffs surrounding ’Yumir Manor.’

About fifteen minutes later, Marinda returned to face Arthur.

"What, treated as a nuisance and dealt with?"

With a slight upturn in the corner of her mouth, Marinda glanced quickly over the intact ’Daniel’s Hope.’

Arthur noticed her gaze and immediately rolled his eyes.

"You’re just like the police—

always the last to arrive!"

Unconcerned with the teasing, Marinda replied.

"Do you think the police would dare to get involved in such matters?"

As the lady spoke, she picked up the teapot and, in the face of Arthur’s expectant eyes, gave her nose a slight twitch before tossing the pot aside.

"My ship has carried such teas.

You definitely wouldn’t want to see how the sailors handle them."

With that, the lady blew a ring of smoke and conjured a delicate silver teapot, a full set of teaware, and a box of tea leaves.

The pot was filled with water.

The teaware was set out.

The box was opened to reveal a layer of paper wrapping.

Marinda picked up a pair of crane-beak scissors and cut open the pouch of tea paper, only then tipping the contents into the silver teapot.

Arthur looked on with complex feelings.

If you say she’s knowledgeable about tea, she’s boiling high-roast tea directly in the teapot.

If you say she knows nothing about tea, she’s still aware of black tea, and her routine appears quite put-together.

"Mediocre stationery at best."

The young ’Spirit Medium’ made such a comment.

Marinda, however, was unfazed. When the water boiled, she demonstrated the procedure step by step, and at the end, she did not forget to gesture to Arthur to partake.

Arthur pursed his lips but reached for the tea cup nonetheless.

The Ritual ’Orange Cat’ determined the tea to be food, without malice or poison.

Arthur took a small sip first.

EMMM...

The tea was more bitter than his own life.

Yet he had to finish it.

Arthur almost gritted his teeth, raised the tea cup, and downed it in one gulp.

Instantly, the young ’Spirit Medium’s’ features almost twitched in convulsion.

Yet, that didn’t stop him from gripping that tea cup and another tightly in his hands.

Marinda chuckled upon seeing this, picked up the teapot, and filled the only remaining cup on the table—which was hers—and slid it towards Arthur.

"You drink it, I don’t like tea!"

Arthur: ...

You’re sick, right?!

You don’t like tea, yet put on such a full display and even boil it!

Arthur was certain that this woman did it on purpose. He might not have known at the beginning of tea-making, but at least now it was definitely intentional.

"Childish!"

Arthur remarked.

Marinda faced him with a smile, and when Arthur finished his drink and picked up even her teapot, the lady said softly with a laugh,

"I’m giving it to you."

Then, the lady paused for a moment.

It seemed she was considering something.

About four or five seconds later, she asked suddenly—

"When did you realize it?"