When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1315 - 38: The Key to the Broken Door

Chapter 1315: Chapter 38: The Key to the Broken Door ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Then let’s send you off here, gentlemen."

Aiwass politely nodded to the two Angel Envoys of the Geometric Celestial Marshal, "What follows is Lady Haibasha’s secret — she specifically entrusted me not to let any former colleagues encounter her."

"Understood."

Zhu Shijie nodded slightly in agreement, then asked, "Shall we wait here then? After all, without us leading the way... it might be a bit troublesome for you to leave."

Indeed, that was the case.

Aiwass was also aware of this issue.

However... Haibasha’s daughter must not encounter any Phantom Demon, otherwise there is a possibility of demonization. Having them guard the door isn’t entirely safe either.

But it’s not comfortable to explain this directly to these people.

— After all, resurrecting the dead is a clearly prohibited act that violates the Balance Law of the Hourglass.

The Column God Amber of the Path of Dusk didn’t use their Authority as Death, but instead entrusted it to the Hourglass for management. And the Hourglass has always been strict, unyielding — especially since this is not their domain, but only managing it on behalf of Amber.

The Primordial Beings have a habit: if it’s their own child, they might not care much; but if they’re looking after a child on behalf of relatives or friends, they’ll be much more serious.

The Hourglass is apparently the same.

Their seriousness as "Death" far exceeds their seriousness as "God of Balance." If this matter were to be exposed... suffice it to say, Aiwass might get into trouble, and Lady Haibasha would definitely face problems. The angels under the Hourglass are specifically meant to punish such matters.

— Whether it’s using power beyond limits, committing excessively outrageous crimes that no one can stop, severely disrupting elemental balance, or destroying regional ecology, rampant undead beyond control, or reversing the limits of life and death to resurrect someone, these acts easily draw the Hourglass’s envoys.

These Angel Envoys are specifically responsible for cleaning up such messes.

It goes without saying that they wouldn’t have a good temper.

Aiwass didn’t want to cause trouble for Haibasha, so he looked towards Sherlock.

Sherlock had also met Haibasha. His book "Fools’ Chants Manual" was purchased from Haibasha for eighty thousand, so Sherlock also understood the task. Thus, the moment Aiwass looked at him, Sherlock guessed Aiwass’s intention.

Sherlock nodded slightly towards Aiwass.

His meaning was clear — I know the way, don’t worry.

Aiwass then turned back to the two great mathematicians and politely smiled, "We have our own way back, so we won’t delay your research."

"Then we’ll take our leave."

After Zhu Shijie and Euler saluted Aiwass, they reminded him with some unease, "If you’re looking for us, you can just call us..."

Saying that, the two handed their prayer incantations to Aiwass.

After all, they were also Angel Envoys — in ancient times, this would be called serving the gods. Naturally, they can have their own followers and respond to prayers.

Once the two Angel Envoys stepped into the twisted void and disappeared, Aiwass turned back to look at the main door of Habasha’s Workshop.

The reason Zhu Shijie approached earlier was to help them open the door — though Euler might not necessarily be unable to open it. Typically, the envoys under the Geometric Celestial Marshal would set a puzzle themselves, stick it on the door, and only by solving it correctly could one open the door. If answered incorrectly, the puzzle would be changed to a new one.

— This is a very reasonable restriction, since a visit indicates that the two are likely already familiar, it makes sense to know the question in advance. Even if the owner isn’t home, they can open the door and enter by themselves.

And if the owner isn’t home, and there’s suddenly a stranger who insists on going inside, this puzzle can at least stall them for a while; if the stranger can easily solve it, it likely indicates an upper-level Envoy, making it inappropriate to keep them waiting outside.

But judging by Aiwass’s reaction, Zhu Shijie and Euler probably assumed Aiwass had the password... so they didn’t bring it up and left immediately.

— Of course, Aiwass didn’t have such a thing.

Because Haibasha’s "loop quest" wasn’t completed yet, Aiwass hadn’t even received the Dreamworld Navigator. He hadn’t configured the prototype Dream Intoxicant from Haibasha, only forcing his physical body into the Dream Realm through the Key of Dream Entrance — originally, using the prototype Dream Intoxicant they could have entered with their Spiritual Body into the Dream Realm, maintaining consciousness and combat ability.

This was precisely why Haibasha hadn’t had a chance to give the password to Aiwass and his companions yet.

This was purely unexpected, since there was an opportunity they took a detour to bring her back... after all, the longer they stayed in the Dream Realm, the more risks there were. Should any Envoy suddenly recall to visit Haibasha, it might lead to her daughter becoming a complete deceased; and even without accounting for these Angel Envoys of the Geometric Celestial Marshal, the Dream Realm still harbors plenty of roaming Phantom Demons who can teleport at will, and it was uncertain when she might become a Phantom Demon.

This was entirely random.

Even if it hadn’t happened in the original world line, it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen in this world line. Therefore, Aiwass felt this matter should not be delayed.

Aiwass extended his hand, pressing it against the keyhole-less door.

The next moment, a large mass of azure light emerged. Along with the emergence were countless numbers, curves, and symbols. Just a glance made Aiwass dizzy, so he simply turned away.

He turned to Sherlock and asked, "Can you solve it?"

"It’s manageable, a bit challenging."

Sherlock focused on the problem, squinting slightly, his tone slightly hastening.

Excitement became visibly evident: "It’s just within my grasp, shouldn’t take too long to resolve —"

Clearly, compared to the convoluted tasks assigned by the Duke, he found challenging puzzles more intriguing.

While not extraordinarily skilled in mathematics and physics, his main studies were in chemistry, anatomy, biology, and law. His astronomical knowledge was due mainly to Aiwass assisting him in a career shift... Of course, "learning" wasn’t hard for him; mostly, he always had other interests occupying his time, leaving little for less captivating subjects.

However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t do it.

"How long is ’not too long’?"

Aiwass inquired.

"At the very least... two hours. No, perhaps thirty minutes would suffice..."

Sherlock, watching the complex mathematical conundrum, sped up his speech: "That is to say— it’s right within my understanding, not too difficult."

"We might not have that luxury."

Aiwass shook his head, looking at Arsene.

Arsene was taken aback, looking up: "Why look at me? I hardly schooled much. My extent of math is probably limited to counting money without mistake."

"Of course, it’s to have you do your real work."

Aiwass said, pulling Sherlock aside a little.

"...What do you mean?" Arsene paused in disbelief.

Though he knew his profession... Aiwass suddenly mentioning it left him puzzled as to what exactly he should do.

"In the Mirror Hall, we cannot find the correct path, rather than can’t open the door. But now is the time to open the door, and it is precisely the Key of Shattering."

Aiwass smiled cheerfully: "There are keys for opening doors and keys for breaking them. Go break the door, sir — bring forth your ’Sword of Separation of All Things.’ It should accompany you into the Dream Realm."

"But how can I bring it out? Isn’t it in the Material Realm?"

"Imagine it, sir. Imagine it just in your hand..."

Before Aiwass finished speaking, he saw the silver key appear out of thin air in Arsene’s hand.

Thus, Aiwass stopped talking, signaling Arsene to destroy the door.

Sherlock also regretfully shook his head — however, being well aware of the situation’s importance, he didn’t insist on solving the puzzle immediately, just noting down the puzzle for later, intending to work on it in the Material Realm when bored.

And as the oversized silver key was placed against the door, accompanied by a "rainbow-colored hum" spreading around, the door abruptly shattered!

The solid door appeared sliced into countless angled pieces, shattering directly into uneven fragments of varying sizes!

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