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"Mr. President can see the future. Since you can participate in the Miserable Contest, your future experiences must be very miserable. !咸¨鱼+墈!书? +首~發^" At this moment, Pales looked very much like Alger, the Hanged Man of the future Tarot Club. However, compared to Alger's respect for Mr. Fool and his excessive imagination, Pales was just simply showing his support—

How can face be as important as life?

Roselle was a little confused. His intuition told him that this so-called "no characteristics" was nonsense. With the support of the church and the Intis royal family, I will definitely be able to thrive in the future.

Medici was much calmer. As an extraordinary person from the three Gou families, and now in charge of Source Castle, he could indeed predict some future events after possessing sufficient strength.

But that can only predict some limited information. Saying that he can "see the future" is a bit of an exaggeration. In my heart, I can't help but lower my evaluation of this "Mr. President".

Haha, since you want to play, I'll play with you.

Chapter 532: Prophecy of Roselle

Thinking of this, Medici crossed his arms and said, "I think I understand what's going on. Comparing misery, right? Then I'll get started right away."

Facing everyone's gazes, His expression was calm:

"During the Second and Third Ages, I felt that I lived quite well. I just had a difficult period of pain in the middle, but it was far from miserable."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he went straight to the Second Age. Pales was okay, after all, he had worked with Medici and had some general understanding of him.

There was an obvious change in the way Renette looked at Him. Born in the early Fifth Age, she was considered an "old thing" to most people, but compared to this "not completely dead" gentleman, she seemed much more immature.

As for Russell, he was really shocked.

It has been at least three or four thousand years since the Second Era. These extraordinary people are really able to survive.

Although he had known Zaratul, who was suspected to be from the Fourth Epoch, for a long time, that guy was tight-lipped about many things and was used to being a riddle teller. How could he be as straightforward as this "not completely dead" gentleman?

By the way, what is the strength of this "not completely dead" man? Zaratul in the Fourth Epoch is already Sequence 2 - he shouldn't be a god, right?

If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that even if you become a god, you will still be divided into different levels? Infinite upgrade flow, right?

Medici continued, "Until the beginning of the Fourth Epoch, I was still living a pretty good life. I even assisted my Lord in supporting Solomon in establishing the Solomon Empire and unifying the northern continent. Oh, we met at that time, Mr. No Characteristic, do you remember?"

There was also some nostalgia in Pales' tone: "Yes. /0/0?小?税*茫. ,冠/费·跃￠毒,"

"Later, the six gods reached a consensus and attacked Solomon, and the Solomon Empire was destroyed. At that time, I finally found an opportunity and designed a plan to capture the two old women, Soren and Einhorn, in an attempt to be promoted to the Red Priest."

"But what I didn't expect was that I always thought I was the hunter, but in fact, when I was catching others, I also became the prey in the eyes of others. In the end, I was captured by Adam Amon and Tudor, and the two old women were brewed into a magic potion, which became a stepping stone for Tudor to be promoted to a god."

Russell opened his mouth wide: What the hell! What did I hear? A god was promoted from a Beyonder?! This is incredible news, so this "not completely dead" is really a "half-step god"!

"But the three of us did not perish completely. Instead, we merged into one evil spirit and were sealed in the ruins of Tudor's ascension to godhood until today. I must say that the code name 'Not Dead Yet' does suit me very well."

He chuckled, "Yes, I am still sealed in the ruins. I am here thanks to the 'great power' of Mr. President. By the way, if any of you can help me release me, I will do my best to fulfill one of your wishes!"

"All you need to do is find the direct descendants of Soran, Einhorn, and the Medici family, and take 10 milliliters of blood from each of them. You can have more, but not less. Then mix them with holy water and sprinkle them into the place where I am sealed."

"As for the place where I was sealed, it is located at %...&%"

Edward simply blocked out the rest of the conversation.

He took over the topic and said, "Very good, thanks to our Mr. 'Not Dead' for setting a good example. Although compared to the experiences of the two members 'No Brain' and 'No Characteristics', His experience seems to be just that... "

Medici was immediately unhappy: "Hey, what do you mean it's just like that?"

"Isn't it? When humans talk about misery, they always talk about death and betrayal."

Edward pointed at Pales and Reinette in turn, "His people and descendants are all dead, her parents and friends are all dead, but your people are still alive and well."

"You were only sealed and lost your freedom, but they lost their entire family!"

Pales, Reinette: "..."

Do you really have to mention us?

"Of course, if you take into account the betrayal you encountered and the fact that all your descendants will die in the future, you can barely be compared with them. "

Medici didn't care much about the so-called "all descendants died", but when he heard about "betrayal", he frowned and snorted: "Betrayal? Who betrayed me? Adam? Amon? Ha, I have been hostile to them from the beginning to the end. Even if I died because of them, it has nothing to do with betrayal, right?"

Edward smiled and said, "Lies don't hurt people. The truth is a sharp knife. Sooner or later, this knife will stab you deeply in the chest and make you embark on a path of betrayal. But not now."

Medici said with disdain: "Humph! You are just being mysterious."

"It's your turn, Mr. 'Failed'."

Edward looked at Russell, and his body shook suddenly, waking up from his state of watching the show. A thousand horses were running wildly in his heart: It's my turn, but what should I say?

You said that I woke up and traveled to another world?

That I became a child of steam by inventing things?

Are you saying that I'm dating different ladies every few days?

How could I compare my misery with a "not-quite-dead" person who was only half a step away from becoming a god, and then turned around and was made into a potion? !

Russell's head was covered with lumps, and he was thinking hard.

Pales, Renette, and even Medici were somewhat curious, wondering what kind of experiences this Mr. Failed, who was clearly an "ordinary man", could have that could be "comparable" to those of Medici.

And what exactly does his code name "Failed to Live" mean? So far, the code names of the other three people are all well-designed, and the last one should be no exception.

"I...actually, I've been living pretty well."

Roselle hesitated for a long time before speaking, "Although I was born into a poor noble family, my living conditions have always been good. Later, I was recognized by the church by chance and became a Beyonder. Although my Sequence is not high now, I am actually quite satisfied with it."

He added, "Oh, not long ago, I was targeted by two... an evil god, the one called the Hidden Sage. But before he could do anything to me, I asked the people in the church to help me solve the problem."

"So... my past experiences really have nothing to do with 'miserable'."

He looked at Edward and swallowed his saliva: "Mr. President, could it be that... I really encountered something... something terrible in the future?"

Feeling the gazes of the four people, Edward concluded in a concise and concise sentence:

"Your wife and children died, your son lost his humanity, your daughter saw you as an enemy, and you were abandoned. You learned the cruel truth, and the obsession in your heart was shattered. You became desperate, paranoid, and crazy. You wanted to fight for your life, but in the end you failed. You died with regrets."

Roselle: "!!!"

Even though it was just a few words, a total of dozens of words, and they were all self-righteous and unfounded, Russell's hair stood on end.

His intuition told him that what the president said was true!

But why is this happening?

He could accept death, betrayal, despair and madness, and failure, but the only thing he could not accept was why his beloved daughter, who adored and loved him, would regard him as an enemy?

At this moment, the surrounding gray fog surged, and pictures appeared out of thin air:

The elderly Russell sat in front of the window, holding the old Matilda's hand and watching her die, while a boy stood beside her with an expressionless face.

When she grew up, Bernadette looked at Roselle with disgust and anger, and left in disappointment.

He stood on high ground and looked down at the continent below, and became desperate.

He is like a wounded lion, sensitive, irritable and crazy.

He sat alone in the dim chair, shedding tears of blood, and not even a trace of despair remained on his numb face.

Emotions are contagious.

Especially since these emotions came from his "future" self, Russell felt a deep sense of powerlessness in just a moment.

After a while, Russell pretended to be relaxed and said, "I once heard a saying that the future you know is no longer the future. Since my future is so bad, I will find a way to change it."

Edward said calmly: "How do you know that everything you do to change will just happen to contribute to the future you see."

"…"

Russell was speechless. Before traveling through time, he had watched many time-travel movies. Most of them were about changing the future (past), which actually led to the occurrence of future (past) events and finally completed the so-called closed loop.

It looks interesting as a bystander, but when I am the one involved...

"This... is really despairing, isn't it?"

Medici snorted at this time: "Aren't we competing for misery? If your future is so miserable, isn't it a good thing?"

Russell: That's not necessary. I don't really want to win the "Misery Competition".

"Haha, actually, I've seen similar experiences like yours too many times in my long life. Power and authority are always accompanied by misunderstandings and hatred. Being abandoned by friends and relatives and separated from your wife and children is nothing more common. I think that's just the way it is."

Russell silently bowed, "You are miserable enough, you are awesome."

Pales said, "Mr. President, should we take a look at what happens to Mr. Not Dead in the future?"

"certainly."

In the next world, Roselle's image quickly disappeared and was replaced by Medici's image:

A man whose face could not be seen clearly was holding three test tubes filled with blood. He then took out a bottle of holy water and mixed the mixture together, then poured it on a door stained with blood.

Then the door burst open, and Medici walked out of the room behind the door with a loud laugh. He said something with anger and excitement, then possessed the man's body and left the underground palace.

He controlled the man to walk in the darkness, but his spirit was suddenly expelled from his body. Then his body seemed to be pulled by something, spiraling smaller and smaller. With anger and despair, he was grasped by a white hand.

The owner of the hand was a priest wearing a simple white robe and a thick light golden beard. His golden eyes were gentle and kind but without a trace of emotion.

Adam!

Obviously, Edward was lying here!

He never forgot that the reason for holding this misery contest was not to have fun, not to play tricks, and not to reveal spoilers, but to digest the magic potion - if he wanted to break the defense of someone like Medici, he had to use drastic measures.

At worst, I can just reveal the fact that Adam is the ancient sun god.

Chapter 533: The Potion is Completely Digested

Sure enough, Medici, who had originally folded his arms and had a sneer on his face, finally lost his composure at this moment, even though he clearly saw in his mind that the so-called future scenes were doubtful in their authenticity.

But when it comes to Adam, He really can't bear it at all!

Adam of the Alpaca,

Are you targeting me on purpose?

Just wait, when I get out, I will turn the world upside down and let the trends of your times go to hell!

Medici's breach of defense made Roselle and Reinette quite curious. It was just a matter of being caught. The worst that could happen was death. When you described yourself as being tricked into being made into a potion, didn't you look as if you didn't care?

At this moment, Russell even felt that he might have a chance to win this misery competition!

As the image of Medici disappeared, Edward said:

"Okay, now everyone must have a general understanding of the situation of the two members 'Not Dead' and 'Not Alive'. Next, the two of you will have another chance to defend yourself and state your reasons for being more miserable to win everyone's votes..E`Z,暁^税务!無謀. `啾+薪!罪-哙,"

"Please, both of you."

Russell had a strange expression on his face, and suddenly thought of the scene in "Flirting Scholar" where Tang Bohu compared himself with others and sold himself to enter the palace.

Do we also have to do it on the spot to make ourselves look even more miserable?

"Fuck, even my precious daughter hates me, isn't that miserable enough for me?"

He wanted to say that, but felt it was unconvincing.

Medici had a gloomy face and said nothing.

If he didn't know that he couldn't defeat that "President", he would definitely strangle him and force him to explain everything to him!

"Well, it seems that the members of our party are as shy as ever. Just like last time, they all gave up the last chance to canvass for votes for themselves.

But there is no need to force it, so please vote."

A pen and a piece of paper appeared in front of everyone.

Without even thinking, Pales picked up the pen and wrote down the names of the people he wanted to choose.

Next came Renette. She looked at Medici and Roselle for a while each and also wrote their names in the scribblings.

On the contrary, Rosel and Medici were slow to write - logically, they should have chosen themselves without hesitation, but they were worried that they might accidentally create a tie.

There will be no reward for a tie, so I can just swallow the broken defense and frustration I felt tonight.

Medici pinched his fingers, temporarily dispelling the haze in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the few people, "No personality, no brains, who did you vote for?"

Seeing that Edward did not stop them from communicating, Pales said, "You."

"real?"

"Of course, I know how much you hate that person. It can be said that you are in this situation today because of him, so I think you are more miserable. Yes, it is really miserable. Very miserable."

Medici's eyes twitched. Is this a compliment? Why does it sound more like a curse?

Reinette said, "I voted but didn't make it. Mr. Wang, you are the best. I will update you soon."

Russell hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome, because I think it's much worse to be hated and rejected by your loved ones."

Roselle: "…"

"Boy, if what they say is true, then we can only vote for each other, or vote for each other, otherwise it is likely to be a tie because of the other two votes."

Medici sneered, "I can see that even if our 'President' is not Little Crow, he is the same kind of person as Little Crow. He doesn't care about the result or who is more miserable. He just wants to get happiness from other people's wounds, so whenever possible, he will definitely facilitate a draw."

Russell frowned: "So?"

"So, who wins between the two of us is actually decided by Him, but the content of the reward is in our hands."

Medici said: "If you win, give the reward to me. As long as I can leave the seal, I will definitely repay you a hundredfold."

Pales said dimly, "Mr. Not Dead, just a friendly reminder. From my last experience, it is not up to you to decide what the final reward is. Instead, Mr. President will give you several options to choose from."

"Oh, I expected that. But we have to seize any opportunity."

Edward did not interfere with their discussion, but just watched with interest, his chin in his hand.

Russell thought for a moment, wrote his name on the paper, and said, "Let's wait for the results."

Medici said nothing more and wrote his name on the paper.

"Very good, it seems everyone has made their own choice. Let us wait and see the result of the vote with excitement."

Edward picked up the first piece of paper. "First one, Mr. Not Dead."

He picked up the second piece of paper and said, "The second one, Mr. Not Dead."

Medici just sat back and sneered.

Edward picked up the remaining two cards one by one, glanced at them, shook his head and sighed, "Ah, it turns out that none of them lived up to their promise. It's really boring, there are no surprises or surprises at all."

He looked at the four people:

"To be honest, I don't want to be the final winner at all. No matter who I choose, the other party will be dissatisfied. \鸿?特?晓·税?亡\ ·埂¨歆￠最?全`"

Edward pinched his chin and thought for a while. "How about this? I will give up my two votes and give them to Miss No-Brain and Mr. No-Character. You will do the second vote to decide the final winner."

"No matter what the result is, you can't blame me, right?"

Four people: "…"

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of parchment and a pen appeared in front of Pales and Renette respectively.

"You two, please seize this last chance to canvass for yourselves, okay?"

Edward looked at Rose and smiled, "Mr. Failed to Live, if you win, you might be able to reveal more future events through me and try to reverse the future that has not yet happened."

Then he turned to Medici, "Mr. Not Dead, you will not only have the opportunity to change the future captured by the people you hate, but you can also ask me some questions about the past and understand some questions that have puzzled you for many years - for example, what happened to the ancient sun god? Is He really the true creator? Is the truth of that grand feast of betrayal really as you saw? Do you really know certain people well enough?"

Medici stood up suddenly, "Who are you? Why do you know all this?"

"sit."

With one simple word, Medici once again felt the feeling of being manipulated and sat down again.

Edward said with a smile in his tone: "Who do you think is in control of this place, knows the truth and secrets behind those ancient events, and plays these interesting games with you?"

Medici put his hands on the table, his expression uncertain.

Suddenly, He thought of something and said in disbelief: "You are... the Lord of Mysteries?!"

In an instant, the gray fog in Sephira Castle began to surge and roll.

It was certainly not the Lord of Mysteries' few words that caused the Source Castle to react, but Edward's two potions were completely digested at this moment... very abruptly.

It was normal that the secret wizard was just one step away from success.

But why did the spiritual mage suddenly digest the last third - and at the moment when Medici thought he was the Lord of Mysteries?

Edward's mind raced for a while before he finally realized:

Is this the "false truth"?

The more people believe in something false, the more real it becomes, and eventually it becomes indistinguishable from the real thing.

The person who rules this place (Source Castle) is the Lord of Mysteries.

This is both false and true.

The false is in the present, but the real happens in the future.

So, this is a [false truth] that spanned nearly two hundred years?

No wonder, after all the effort of "jumping up and down" in front of multiple angels, even though he had left enough memories, the digestion of the potion was still very limited.

It turns out that memory is only a prerequisite, and the real acting is to complete the [false reality].

If I had figured this out earlier, with a few angels around, it would only take a few minutes to digest it, right?

The "riot" of the gray-white mist inside Sefirah Castle made the three people except Medici nervous.

Especially Pales... He had only guessed that the person in front of him was a spirit from Sefirah Castle, or an "old friend" who had quietly ascended to the Fool. He didn't expect Medici to blurt out "Lord of Mysteries?"

But Amon is not dead, and the Beyonder Characteristics of Sequence 1 of the Thief's Path are still in my hands. How could He be promoted to the Lord of Mysteries?

Unless... Medici was talking about the One from the past, who was resurrected in someone else's body?

right!

At the last gathering, the president had mentioned that He was not yet a match for the Mother Tree of Desire. If He really was the resurrected Lord of Mysteries, when He took back the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness of the three paths, His strength would naturally surpass that of the Mother Tree of Desire!

Palles was a little frightened at once. If this was true, it would not only be bad news for the extraordinary people of the Gou San family, but also for the entire world. However, He quickly reacted: Even if this was the case, what did it have to do with Him?

Anyway, if the sky falls, the seven gods will hold it up.

Renette did not have as deep an understanding of the Lord of Mysteries as Medici and Pales. She had only heard from her father that it was a being more terrifying than the Outer Gods, and that once it appeared, it would be accompanied by disaster and misfortune.

Roselle was completely confused, not knowing what the others were so shocked and suspicious about at this moment - but, since a being who almost became a god could lose his composure like this, the being above the gray fog might be more terrifying than he imagined.

Boom boom boom.

Edward did not answer, but knocked on the table and said, "Of course, a 'mysterious' will be born here in the future, but not now. As for who I am, you will know it in the future."

Medici smiled grimly and said, "I hope you are Him. Then Amon and Adam will be in trouble."

The resurrected Lord of Mystery must take back the extraordinary characteristics of Gou Sanjia. No matter how cunning and powerful Amon is, he will never be able to defeat the Mystery. And Adam has always wanted to be promoted to the new original (God), which is something that "Old Mystery" will never allow!

"If no one wants to campaign for you, then vote."

Only then did Pales react. He immediately looked at Renette. The two nodded, reached a consensus, and then wrote down their choices at the same time.

Two pieces of parchment appeared in front of Edward. He was slightly startled and turned the two papers over directly - the name on Pales' parchment was changed to Roselle, and the name on Reinette's parchment was changed to Medici.

The two of them immediately looked at each other, with a look of surprise as if asking, "Why did you change people?"

Chapter 534: Each Person's Questions

Edward was also surprised by this result. After all, he had completely digested the potion now, so there was no need to bother the four of them anymore. So he just had to finish the "Misery Contest" step by step and answer some of the questions they wanted to know in a half-hearted way.

result...

"As expected of the first-ever contestant of the Miserableness Contest, they both chose to change their target at the last minute."

Edward put down the two pieces of paper and said, "So, the final score is 3:3, which is still a tie."

"In other words, there will be no winner in today's misery contest, and there will be no rewards. This is your own choice, and you can't blame me at all."

Sefirah Castle fell into silence.

After a moment, Edward said, "To be honest, I am more disappointed that there is no winner in today's misery contest. After all, I was more looking forward to the winner's victory speech. Don't you agree, Mr. No Character?"

Pales coughed and said, "Well, I'm actually looking forward to it."

Edward crossed his fingers, thought for a while, and chuckled, "However, your performance today successfully pleased me, so I will give each of you one question for free."

"But since it's free, my answer may not necessarily satisfy you, but this is my territory, and I have the right to interpret it."