I will burn books and slay gods.

"The False God—Mitchell."

"This idea is quite peculiar."

At that moment, Mitchell spoke, and Blueprint heard it. Blueprint's breath caught in his throat for a split second. He even imagined what it would be like to die. Blueprint looked at Mitchell, but still couldn't sense any of her emotions.

However, the things envisioned in the blueprint never happened.

Just then, Mitchell let out a loud laugh, with a hint of amusement, and said, "A false god, you're right. I am a false god. I can't be a true god. I know in my heart what is real and what is false."

Only after hearing Mitchell say that did Lan Tu's mood calm down.

But Mitchell questioned again, "Then who came up with this claim?"

"What kind of propaganda is this, proving that they are the true gods, and I am a 'false god'?"

"It's ridiculous that I've missed my hometown day and night since I left it."

"I revere them as you revere the gods of your world, but they do not take me home; they go searching for some heir."

"What an ironic 'admiration'! What's there to say besides self-satisfaction?"

"You say they are the false gods, aren't you?"

Answer me!!!

A deafening roar filled Lantu's eardrums, the roar feeling like a heavy weight, threatening to crush Lantu's head.

Unable to bear the painful blueprint, he covered his ears with his hands, trying to reduce the piercing sound as much as possible.

Just as Lan Tu's mind was about to explode, the piercing roar gradually subsided, allowing Lan Tu to regain his senses.

Just then, Mitchell brought his unfathomable crimson eyes close to the blueprint again, staring intently at him.

Lan Tu instinctively lurched backward, his face filled with fear and unease.

"In that case, you will become my 'undercover agent' in the real world. Let's own this world together."

After hearing Mitchell finish speaking, Lan Tu remained silent for a long time, which made Mitchell feel ignored. He then spoke again, but this time his voice was raised!

Startled once again, Lantu immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly offered an explanation.

"No, no, no..."

"You don't want to?"

Mitchell's words revealed doubt and scrutiny.

Blueprint immediately explained, "No, Lord Mitchell. I just... I'm willing to become your subordinate."

Lan Tu, who had originally intended to continue explaining, suddenly had his pupils darting left and right. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he immediately accepted the offer to become Mitchell's subordinate.

As the blueprint was finalized, at that moment, Mitchell raised his left and right hands from the other side and moved them toward the blueprint, then extended a finger and pressed it against the blueprint's forehead.

After being placed on the blueprint's forehead, a burst of dark purple light appeared briefly and then vanished instantly.

As Lantu slowly opened his eyes, a faint pattern appeared on his forehead.

The pattern is circular with serrated edges, gradually changing from purple to black, and in the center of the circle, a darker four-leaf clover appears.

The moment the pattern was engraved on the blueprint's forehead, a powerful energy surged through his entire body, enveloping him completely.

It felt as if the entire body was being nourished, with a continuous stream of powerful energy being released from within.

As Mitchell carefully sensed the powerful energy emanating from the blueprint, he slowly placed it back onto the ground.

"How does it feel?"

Mitchell asked, but she already knew how powerful this energy was. It was just a tiny fraction of her own energy, but even that tiny fraction was enough to make Lan Tu feel incredible!

After Mitchell inquired, the blueprint, which had regained its senses from the energy, knelt directly before Mitchell and said, "Thank you for your gift, Lord Mitchell. I will be completely loyal to you."

Upon hearing Blueprint's heartfelt respect, Mitchell snapped his fingers, and a dark purple spiral crack instantly appeared on Blueprint's right side.

Lantu looked at the spatial rift that was completely different from his own. What Lantu did not expect was that the figure that would emerge from the high spiral rift next was the Nightmare Beast.

Upon seeing the Nightmare Beast, a smug look appeared in his eyes. Lan Tu thought about the Nightmare Beast in front of him, which had been so arrogant just now. If it had been so arrogant in front of Mitchell, it might have been reduced to ashes.

However, before Lan Tu could react, the Nightmare Beast knelt on one knee in front of Mitchell and said respectfully, "Nightmare Beast greets Lord Mitchell! How is Your Excellency?"

This situation shocked Lan Tu, who asked, "How did you know that the powerful figure before you is Lord Mitchell?"

The Nightmare Beast's eyes revealed a mixture of disdain and confusion. It glanced at Mitchell, then at the blueprint again, before asking Mitchell with a puzzled look, "My lord, why did you bring a fool here? Don't you understand?"

"Subordinate?"

The word lingered in Lan Tu's mind for a long time. The Nightmare Beast, kneeling before Mitchell, looked at Lan Tu and said, "You must know that I became Lord Mitchell's subordinate first. Don't think that just because you possess my clan's sacred artifact, I will respect you. This place is one where strength reigns supreme."

As soon as the Nightmare Beast finished speaking, a strong and invisible force of gravity instantly appeared above its head. Before the Nightmare Beast could react, it was heavily pressed to the ground and unable to move.

"My lord, I was wrong. Please forgive me this time, I will never dare to do it again."

When the Nightmare Beast realized that it had said something that angered Lord Mitchell, its tone became calmer.

Just then, Lan Tu pleaded with Mitchell, "My lord, the Nightmare Beast didn't mean it. Please forgive him."

Then, with a slight twitch of Mitchell's fingers, the immense pressure vanished from the Nightmare Beast's body, and the restored Nightmare Beast immediately kowtowed to Mitchell to admit its mistake.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Lord Mitchell, I misspoke. I won't do it again."

Mitchell did not look directly at the Nightmare Beast, but stared with his crimson eyes at the blueprint that had just pleaded with the Nightmare Beast.

"Blueprint, you're still too kind."

"Nightmare Beast, you're right. My subordinates must be powerful; only those with great strength can become rulers in their own right."

"Therefore, this is the first and last time you've pleaded with me. My subordinates don't need cowards, and I don't want to see your cowardice."

"If you cross this line, I will wipe you out completely, reduce you to ashes... Understand?"

Upon hearing Mitchell's reprimand, Lantu immediately lowered his head, his expression filled with fear and his eyes trembling. He was instantly terrified by what Mitchell had said.

"If you were facing this disaster, do you think the Nightmare Beast would have saved you?"