When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 663: Chapter 59 Advancement: Illuminator_2 Chapter 663: Chapter 59 Advancement: Illuminator_2 ——In the end, Liya exploded into a mushroom cloud!

Aiwass wasn’t certain about the scale of Liya’s explosion, but with that size, even if the mushroom cloud was Liya’s own doing, the Flame Demon would likely have been blown up with it.

After a chain of sacrifices, he estimated that the entire Glass Island would be reduced to ruins.

Could 70% still be alive?

The civilians of Glass Island must have really thick blood…

…Oh wait, seems like it’s actually possible?

Aiwass suddenly remembered that on the first day, Shafiya had already started evacuating the civilians from Glass Island.

At that time, Bishop Mathers was the one going against the crowd to return.

After that, his consciousness blurred for two days, and he could no longer clearly remember what happened in between.

So, during the street battles, most of the civilians had already been evacuated?

Only the houses and those who decided to resist by stationing inside remained, which is why General Star Antimony decided to bomb the residential areas with the colossus…

Because there were not many civilians left on Glass Island, the civilian casualties were not severe—and similarly, General Star Antimony’s conspiracy was thus thwarted.

The “Beacon of Hope” did surprise Aiwass, though.

He saved…

that many people?

“The doomed”, how is that determined?

With that thought, another idea suddenly surfaced in Aiwass’s mind:

“Advancing death” is just a necessary evil—

That belonged to Professor Moriarty’s ideology.

If “advancing death” refers to the doomed…

Aiwass thought this as he had already stepped through the open stone gate.

He stepped out and found himself in the midst of the sea.

Aiwass was startled, almost thinking he was going to fall.

He broke out in a cold sweat from the shock.

But beneath his feet, he felt a steady sensation—he was being carried by something.

Aiwass looked up to see the sun shining bright, the blue sky dotted with white clouds.

And he was standing on land.

Shallow water covered up to his knees, while beneath was a smooth and stable land.

But perhaps it was an illusion…

Aiwass had a persistent feeling that the small island beneath him—this continent itself, seemed to be moving.

Suddenly, the ground under his feet began to vibrate violently.

Aiwass swayed a bit, feeling somewhat unstable.

It took him a considerable effort to regain his balance.

When he looked up again, his eyes widened in shock—

The “bow” in front of him suddenly lifted upward, and the whole continent flew into the air!

The ground beneath Aiwass trembled, and as the overly smooth surface formed an incline, Aiwass slid backward—He tried to crouch down, but it was useless.

In the blink of an eye, Aiwass slid backward for over a hundred meters, and the acceleration was even taking him into flight.

But his slide gradually came to a stop.

For, after leaving the water, the scales beneath his feet had somehow turned into dry and massive black feathers.

First, like grass, the down expanded.

Then it ballooned up like a huge cotton ball, hiding Aiwass within.

The feathers grew larger, covering Aiwass completely.

Everything around turned pitch black; the feathers were like The Great Tree that blocked out the sky, and he was just an insect crawling upon it.

“It’s been a long time…”

A coarse, hoarse voice spoke: “Or should I say, nice to meet you?”

Aiwass suddenly turned around.

There stood a tall, slender man in a discreetly luxurious, black fitted suit…

or at least, it should have been a man.

For he didn’t have a face.

Where there should have been a head, there were no features and no hair, just a silver-black sphere shimmering with iridescent brilliance.

——Colorful Black.

This sarcastic request, when used to describe it, seems so apt.

“…Or should I say, I’ve long admired your reputation?”

After approaching, the man’s deep and hoarse voice became clear, sounding low and magnetic.

Though completely different from the image described by the Nine Pillars Divine Church—yet such a strong thought appeared in Aiwass’s mind as clearly as if it were carved by a knife and chiseled with an axe.

The man walked slowly toward Aiwass with his hands clasped behind his back, restrained and elegant, as if sizing him up, then let out two satisfied chuckles.

“At a job interview, if both parties are willing…

What should be said?”

The man suddenly asked, “Congratulations?”

Without waiting for Aiwass to respond, he extended a hand.

Out of politeness and instinct, Aiwass subconsciously extended his own hand.

But just before the handshake, his fingertips trembled slightly and drew back a little.

Because that hand, like the man’s head, was also skinless…

and it flowed with “colorful black” that reflected rainbows, similar to mercury.

It was only then that Aiwass realized that the man was actually much taller than himself—his own height was already over one meter eighty, this man was at least one meter ninety-five.

Nearly snatching Aiwass’s hand, the man took the initiative and grabbed Aiwass’s retreating hand.

It was a touch that fit intuition perfectly—

Ice-cold, slimy, damp.

It was less like shaking a hand and more like grasping a clump of cold, chilled mud…

like a refrigerated liquid mask, or shaking hands with someone whose hand was covered in such a liquid.

“Then…

congratulations.”

The man spoke leisurely in his deep, raspy voice, sounding like it was altered in pitch, “I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future.”

—This man was the Lord of Scalefeather.

The moment he touched the other party, Aiwass suddenly had this thought in his mind.

Although he couldn’t understand the man’s words, he recognized the man’s identity.

The next moment, the illusion before his eyes suddenly collapsed, turning back into a dark world.

And the hand grasped by Aiwass was brought back with him.

He reflexively opened his hand, and the hand that Aiwass had brought back from the forearm split into three clumps of black mud, which then started to shine brightly.

Two heavy buzzing sounds emitted before Aiwass’s eyes.

Two purple glows shimmered and overflowed—

[Heart of Blazing Flames (Purple): All spells requiring fire attribute mana can be cast by burning life; if you cast spells this way, they will be enhanced]

Then, a more intense clanging sound rang out beside him—

A splendid golden brilliance hatched from within!@@novelbin@@

[Soul of Dissolution (Gold): Your soul transforms into a more exalted form, blessings of “medium” size and below will no longer need rituals; you will be immune to sleep, charm, curse, and insta-death spells, and you can voluntarily extract your soul as a consumable]

Following that, the other glow that had yet to flip suddenly began to vibrate violently.

It emitted an intense clanging sound as if something was trying to burst forth from within—

The next moment, the purple glow shattered dramatically.

An equally splendid golden light burst forth!

[Pillar God’s Grace—]

[Lord of Scalefeather has promoted one of your entries]

[Rhythm of War (Gold): Each time you complete a killing in close range, you will gain one of the temporary enhancements of Berserk/Bravery/Swiftness/Elevation/Adversity/Strength/Lifedrain at random, lasting one minute; each time you gain a repeated state, it refreshes the duration of the temporary state and heals you]

“Take it, this is your part.”

The deep and hoarse voice of the Lord of Scalefeather echoed in Aiwass’s ears, “Or you can also refuse…

I will give you something else.”

—Two golden entries!