Mirror World Administrator

Chapter 111 The condition worsens again
As for the remaining ring, there was not even a name displayed on the panel, only a brief description.

[A special ring used to show one's status. At midnight on the first day of every month, the ring will activate a teleportation.]

The ring is made of what looks like some kind of metal. Its width can change and automatically adapt to the finger. The surface has a silver-gray luster. A red gem is inlaid in the center of the ring, and the word "stop" is engraved on the surface of the gem.

Does "止" represent the one who stops?

Yang Xu was thoughtful.

Although Zhizhe told him not to be nervous about attending the meeting and that handing over the letter would be considered completing the mission, Yang Xu still had to disguise himself as Zhizhe after all, so he didn't dare to be careless. He deliberately stayed at home in the first half of the night and made some preparations.

11:58pm.

Yang Xu made preparations early. He put on the ring, put on the cloak, checked his body, and made sure there were no flaws that would expose his identity before he came to the center of the territory.

Soon, the clock passed the zero mark.

At the moment of midnight on March 3st, a dazzling red light suddenly surged out from the ring gem and projected itself onto Yang Xu's feet, forming a deep red vortex that quickly engulfed him.

When he opened his eyes again, Yang Xu was already in a spacious and magnificent palace.

In front of him was a long metal table of astonishing width. In addition to a seat in the middle representing the first seat, there were four chairs placed symmetrically on both sides. At the end of the table, facing the first seat, there was also a last seat.

Yang Xu's seat was on the left side of the long table, next to the first seat.

At this time, seven of the other nine seats were occupied.

The only two vacant seats were both on the left: one was next to Yang Xu, second from the left, and the other was fourth from the left. With two people missing from the left seat in a row, the left side seemed quite empty.

Yang Xu looked up and saw that everyone else present was wearing the same cloak as him, and had a ring on their hand, but the words on the ring were different.

Yang Xu scanned them one by one: Cai, Sheng, Gu, Gu, Ba, Wu, Si.

Just by looking at these words, Yang Xu already had a rough idea of ​​who these people were: Judgment, Reincarnation, Gu Po, White Bone Lady, Drought Demon, Faceless Man, and God of Death.

Including the Stopper, except for the absent Sword Master and Hermit, this is the entire Grayscale team!
When Yang Xu was looking at others, everyone else at the scene also looked at him at the same time, and their gazes moved across him.

Yang Xu felt some sweat on his forehead.

In fact, before he came, he had guessed that the Stopper might have asked him to attend an internal meeting of Grayscale. After all, the envelope was written with "Judgment", and Judgment was the boss of Grayscale.

But when he actually arrived at the scene, he still felt his scalp tingling when he was stared at by seven emperor-level people one after another.

The only thing that made Yang Xu feel relieved was that the space at each seat on the long table seemed to be separated. Invisible walls like air walls passed through each seat, ensuring that everyone could only move around their own seat and could not affect others.

"Zhizhe, I thought you needed to rest for a few months. Are you okay now?" The judge sitting in the first seat suddenly looked at Yang Xu and spoke.

"Problem? When have I ever had a problem?" Yang Xu asked calmly.

Thanks to half a night of preparation, Yang Xu already had a preset idea of ​​how to answer various questions.

"Your mania..."

"Mania? Haha, I understand, but the person you are talking about is not me." Yang Xu said with a smile.

"Huh?" Everyone looked at him in confusion.

"You are talking about me in the fourth dream, but I have already woken up once. Now we are in the third dream. In this dream, my character is a normal person. You remembered it wrong..." Yang Xu added.

The others looked at each other.

"Oh no, time's almost up!" Yang Xu's expression suddenly changed: "Didn't you hear it? This background music is a wake-up reminder!"

"We should wake up, quickly. If we don't wake up, all of you..."

Yang Xu was halfway through his words when his voice suddenly twisted, and a sharp and strange sound squeezed out of his throat. At the same time, he spread his arms and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"All. Must. Die!"

The above lines came from a time when the traveler went crazy in the travel world, and were borrowed by Yang Xu verbatim.

The easiest way to play a person is to imitate them. Fortunately, Yang Xu had witnessed the process of the normal people turning crazy many times in the world of control every day for more than half a month, so imitating was relatively easy.

Yang Xu's laughter stopped abruptly. It was not because he stopped laughing, but because he was judged to be "muted". With the authority of the leader, the sound in his space was temporarily blocked.

"Alas, the condition has worsened again..."

Judgment shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless, and turned to look at the shadowy figure wearing the ring with the word "Gu": "Gu Po, thank you for your help."

"No, my Lord, you are too kind. This is my job."

The shadowy figure of the Gu Po uttered an old voice, and tremblingly took out various colorful potions from his body, poured them on the table, and finally picked up five bottles of them and placed them on a small teleportation array in front of the table.

"Master Zhizhe, this is a new potion that I have recently developed. It incorporates some materials from the First Age and has the effect of suppressing curses. Of course, for a root cause of your level, it can only be delayed temporarily and cannot be eradicated." The witch looked at Yang Xu respectfully.

As she spoke, the next second, the five bottles of potion on the table disappeared and appeared in front of Yang Xu's desk.

Yang Xu reached out and picked up a bottle of potion and took a look.

[Secret Curse-Suppressing Potion]

[Type: Potion]

[Era: Ninth Era]

[Quality: Legend] [Description: Taking this medicine can dispel and eliminate various curse effects.]

Yang Xu was stunned for a moment, the legendary potion!

Five bottles in a row were placed directly in front of him. Is this the world of the emperor?
"Zhizhe, the Gu Po's potion is still reliable. Try drinking it." Seeing that Yang Xu was holding the potion but did not move, Judgment took the initiative to persuade him.

Yang Xu didn't say anything else. He opened the bottle and drank the medicine with his head tilted back.

He is more concerned about his curse than others. The legendary potion may really be able to cure his curse.

As soon as the potion entered his mouth, it transformed into a warm current that quickly flowed through his limbs and bones. Yang Xu felt all the discomfort and tension in his body instantly dissipate, replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort.

Yang Xu didn't have time to care about his physical feelings, and he looked at the panel first.

Curse countdown: 96 days, 11 hours, 7 minutes and 25 seconds.

It’s gone up!
Yang Xu remembered that before drinking the potion, the countdown was 86 days and 11 o'clock, which was an increase of 10 days.

"How is it? Is it effective?" asked the judge.

Yang Xu took a deep breath, nodded slightly, and then shook his head silently.

Of course there is an effect, but not much. Just as the witch expected, it can only temporarily delay the effect but cannot eliminate it.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Yang Xu was muted at the moment, so he didn't have to speak, which saved him a lot of trouble. He placed the letter from the Stopper on the teleportation array in front of him, aiming at Judgment.

Then he sat cross-legged in meditation, closing his eyes and practicing like the one who stopped him usually did. This was also a way for the one who stopped him to suppress curses.

"It's okay, you take a rest first."

Judgment took the envelope, opened it, took out the letter, quickly glanced aside, nodded, said nothing, and a ball of fire emerged from his hand, burning the letter paper and envelope.

"It should be concealed..." Yang Xu thought.

At this point, everyone else's attention had gradually shifted, but there were still two pairs of eyes that would occasionally be cast on him.

One is the man named Samsara who is standing opposite him.

The other one was a Grayscale member codenamed 'Death', who was sitting beside him, with a long-handled scythe at his side.

Samsara was fine, and the frequency of his attention to him was still within the normal range. But the person beside him...

Yang Xu's super senses were very sensitive to gazes. No one could see his expression under the cloak, but he could vaguely feel that this god of death was staring at him with interest.

"Did he find out some flaw?" Yang Xu was a little nervous.

"Well, the 3st Grayscale meeting in March of the Jiachen year will now officially begin." The judge suddenly spoke.

As the verdict was announced, everyone sat up straight. The man beside him finally averted his gaze.

Yang Xu felt a little relieved.

However, the next sentence of the judgment made him worry again.

"Shui Mu, are there any results in the investigation of the hermit?" Judgment looked at the God of Death and asked.

"Well, the conclusion that can be concluded with certainty at the moment is that the hermit is no longer alive, and there is a 99% chance that she has been dead for more than a year." The Grim Reaper spoke, and it was a woman's voice, and it sounded very young.

"Are you sure?" Lunhui Qing asked with a frown.

"You are questioning my professional ability. I refuse to answer!" Death snorted.

Lord Samsara looked at Judgment and said, "My Lord, if this is true, then the matter of recovering the Hermit Card must be put on the agenda as soon as possible!"

"That's right." Judgment nodded. "A being of the Hermit's caliber would definitely choose a successor in advance, no matter what happens. However, finding a Hermit's successor probably won't be easy."

Everyone understood the meaning of the ruling.

The hermit was a master at hide-and-seek. If she wanted to hide, no one in the world could find her. She had been absent for three or four years, with no news from her. If they could find her, they would have already found her.

The heir chosen by the hermit would probably not be weak in hiding his tracks.

"Who will do this task?" asked the judge.

Everyone looked at each other, some looked up at the sky, some looked down at the ground, and no one said a word.

Yang Xu opened his eyes and looked at the judgment. He was very interested in his grandmother's descendant.

Judgment noticed his gaze and shook his head directly: "Originally, you and the Hermit were partners, so you were the most suitable person to conduct the investigation. However, your illness can no longer withstand the stimulation. You should not interfere in this matter."

The ruling did not give Yang Xu a chance to refute, and after speaking, it turned its attention to the others.

He looked at everyone one by one, and finally looked at the last two people sitting on the right seat, Lady Bai Gu and the Goddess of Drought Nüba.

"Why are you looking at me? We are still working in the Southern Wilderness and can't get back in time. Go find someone else!" Hanba waved his hands in disgust. His accent was quite heavy, but his voice was very childish, sounding like a little kid.

Judgment had no choice but to turn to the last seat and said, "Faceless, I still have to ask you for help. Prioritize gathering information about the Hermit's successor."

The faceless man nodded and said in an indistinguishable hoarse voice: "I will do my best."

(End of this chapter)