Chapter 488
Chapter 488 Snorlax’s Frustrations
Snorlax’s mood today was despondent.
After sixty-seven years of never seeing each other, his master had finally called upon him once more.
Their meeting was just as passionate as ever, but Snorlax suddenly became depressed and dejected upon returning to his goblin shop.
He took a look around his shop and looked at the apprentice worker respectfully bowing before him. He looked at the three adepts who were already waiting in the shop. Snorlax suddenly lost all his past feelings of glory and glee.
Snorlax sent his guests away after some small talk. He then returned to his secret room behind the shop, lied down upon that favorite massive deckchair of his, and silently stared at the ceiling.
Master was still master! Even after sixty odd years, master looked the same as before. It was almost as if the passage of time had not left any traces upon his body.
Yet I…
Greem didn’t think Snorlax’s fervent and passionate proposal strange at all.
He might be a goblin, just like Gazlowe of the other plane, and share the same race as each other. However, they had no ties of blood or family. That was why no feelings of psychological guilt would arise from betraying his kind.
Not to mention, the goblins had selfish and uncaring personalities. Greem actually felt more surprised that Snorlax had only committed to his actions after such an extended period of thought.
Regardless of what Snorlax’s actual motivations were, the batch of contaminated ‘gifts’ was what concerned Greem. Greem had readily agreed to the longevity that Snorlax dreamed and fantasized about.
What hurry did they need to be in? Snorlax had at least seventy to eighty years to live. They could consider the matter after the Goblin’s Plane had fallen into his pocket. Lifespan extension ceremony? Too expensive. A simple ceremony would require rare items like dragon bones, Dragondrool Grass, and even the egg of a nine-headed serpent. Even Greem didn’t have absolute confidence in obtaining these items.
That was why it wasn’t that bad of an option to instead turn Snorlax into a spirit or a voodoo beast when he was about to die. He could extend his lifespan that way. Of course, it could also work if Greem had Mary Embrace Snorlax and turn him into a vampire goblin. However, goblin blood was pungent stuff. It might be a problem of whether Mary was willing to bite into Snorlax.
Greem casually strolled into a secret room after dealing with all the various matters at hand.
The room was empty. Only a single complicated and profound array was carved in the center of the room.
When Greem stood in the array, the tower immediately redirected a significant amount of energy and poured it into the formation. A massive array enveloped the entire room as numerous magical runes and lines silently appeared.
The room instantly became pitch-black.
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At the same time, inside the Tower of Fate nestled in the Northern Lands far away.
Dark and lightless mist seeped out of the astrology platform at the top of the tower. The fog devoured the entire space rapidly.
An attractive figure stood silently in the darkness, gazing at the sky full of twinkling stars.
The river of stars shone brightly as the countless suns flashed.
Alice’s slim figure appeared to be lonely, even in this breathtaking sea of stars. It was sorrowful and desolate, and her face was wet from tears.
A tall figure embraced her from behind and gently wiped away the two streaks of tears that had just started falling down her cheeks.
“What are you sad about again? If you miss Endor, you can teleport over to Fire Throne! Don’t always hide here and cry alone.” It was Greem’s voice that sounded out from the tall figure. However, this figure clearly wasn’t his actual body. Instead, it was a strange spell that projected his consciousness.
Alice squeezed backward slightly and allowed ‘Greem’ to embrace her tightly. Still, she didn’t speak.
Over all these past years, she had always been Alice– the cold, calm, future-seeing Witch of Fate to outsiders, wrapped in a veil of mystery! However, only she knew the truth. Every time she stood upon this astrology platform, she could sense the rumbling and endless torrent of fate.
From an outsider’s perspective, the Witch of Fate was a mighty existence that manipulated the river of fate. Even she had once gotten lost in that mysterious and unpredictable power of fate when she first came into contact with it.
However, the longer she bathed in the river of fate, the more she felt her powerlessness and frailty. Every probing into the stream of fate wasn’t just an adventure. It was an adventure made with no preparations.
The river of fate wasn’t something that was unchanging.
In this impossibly vast World of Adepts, there were plenty of powerful individuals who could extend their reach into the river of fate. Their existences were disasters for Alice!
These people relied on their strength to recklessly stir violent torrent after torrent in the river of fate. They cut off the river of fate as they liked and redirected it in the direction they wished for it to go.
Alive could sense the angered roar and lamentations of the river of fate, even with who knew how many tens of thousands of billions of kilometers between her and the river of fate.