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Chapter 284 How to Elegantly Anger the Ancient One: The First Sorcerer Supreme's Seventh-Day Singing Contest
Then, Roger asked with a serious expression, "So when are you going to die?"

Ancient One: "???"

Her gaze was sharp as she stared at the disrespectful man before her.

Gu Yi asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

"Did I hear wrongly?"

Roger waved his hand: "Don't misunderstand, I'm not hoping you'll leave sooner."

"I'm just concerned about your health, after all, you're the top star at Kamar-Taj."

"Should I prepare for my funeral in advance?"

"For example, coffins, paper money, and incense offerings."

"Or perhaps the Western approach?"

"A combination of Chinese and Western elements is not impossible."

Roger paused for a moment, then added, "Should we also get an epitaph made?"

"I can write something nice for you."

The Ancient One looked at him with a complicated expression.

She strongly suspects that Roger will have words like "Roger's defeated foe" or "Hahaha, the Ancient One is finally dead" engraved on her tombstone after she dies.

She sighed: "You really don't want me to die soon?"

Roger, his face radiating righteous indignation, declared: "I swear, I absolutely did not have such a thought!"

Then he changed the subject: "But speaking of which, how do you plan to die?"

"For example, did he jump off a building? Or fall down the stairs? Or drown in a cesspool?"

Gu Yi frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Roger shrugged: "In a normal future, you would have jumped off a building and died."

"A dignified Supreme Master, a grandmaster of his generation, just fell to his death like that?"

"It's absolutely hilarious."

"But at least it's better than falling into a cesspool, right?"

The Ancient One was silent for a moment, then glanced at him indifferently: "It seems you really want me dead."

Roger immediately shook his head: "How could that be! I was just worried about you!"

Gu nodded: "Alright, you're right. I've already spoken with the other mages at Kamar-Taj."

"You are ready to succeed the Sorcerer Supreme at any time."

Roger's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "So, you can die at any moment?"

Gu Yi nodded slightly: "You could say that."

"However, for me, death is not the end..."

She was interrupted by Roger halfway through her sentence.

"I know."

Roger waved his hand: "Aren't you just going to be Eternal's underling?"

"The kind of work where you do nothing."

Gu Yi's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Why did she feel like she had become a slave to the eternal god in Roger's words?
Roger continued, "You think I don't know?"

"After you die, your soul will become an eternal follower."

"To put it nicely, they are followers; to put it bluntly, they are utter bastards."

"Nine-to-five job, overtime every day, and no raise."

Ancient One's face grew increasingly dark: "Could you please stop describing sacred things in such a strange way?"

Roger shrugged: "I'm just stating the facts."

He suddenly realized something, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes: "Wait, you're not looking for a successor because you're too eager to be a corporate slave, are you?"

"That's why they asked me to take the blame?"

The Ancient One remained silent for a long time, and finally just sighed softly.

Then, she stopped moving.

Roger glanced at him, his brows furrowing slightly.

The Ancient One is dead?

Will I be so angry with myself that I die?
No, is she really dead?
Thinking of this, Roger reached out and poked the Ancient One's cheek.

"Eh?"

"The Ancient One?"

"Hey?"

"Old hag?"

"Oh, it's completely cooled down."

"That's all right now." Roger breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands with obvious disdain.

If Roger hadn't been without gloves, he probably would have cremated them.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and several mages from Kamar-Taj filed in, their expressions solemn and their steps synchronized, as if they had rehearsed beforehand.

Roger frowned, his gaze sharpening.

"What are you going to do?"

He seriously suspected that the Ancient One had planned this all along and didn't genuinely want him to inherit the position of Sorcerer Supreme.

Instead, she wanted to keep herself calm and make others mistakenly believe that she was the one who killed her!
This is completely tarnishing his excellent reputation!

All Gu Yi lost was her life.

Roger's reputation, however, was tarnished.

Just then, Master Wang walked up to him, his expression solemn.

“Lord Roger, please succeed me as the Sorcerer Supreme.”

The others nodded in agreement, echoing in unison:
“Lord Roger, please succeed me as the Sorcerer Supreme.”

Master Wang began to explain: "Master Gu Yi left a will before his death, stating that you should temporarily assume the position of Supreme Master."

"We all agree that this is the most appropriate option."

Roger listened and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, Not Bad."

"have a future."

"I want to be a minister who follows the emperor's rise to power."

“I think you are more qualified than Strange to become the Sorcerer Supreme after me.”

"If you can live until the day I die."

Master Wang was completely dumbfounded: "..."

He doesn't want to be the crown prince for seventy years.

Oh, no, it should be the Crown Prince of 700,000 years.

……

Not long after, Roger sat on the throne of the Sorcerer Supreme, his gaze deep and his aura powerful, as if the entire Kamar-Taj was under his control.

He tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, stating in an unquestionable tone:

"Now that the Ancient One has retired with honor, her funeral must be grand."

“Even if she’s just doing free work for Eternity now, she can’t bring shame to Kamar-Taj.”

Master Wang stood there dumbfounded, nodding and saying, "Yes, Master Roger, we will prepare well."

Roger nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, that's more like it."

Then, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of a brilliant idea, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He surveyed the room, his tone serious: "I have just assumed the position of Supreme Master, and it is only right that I promulgate new policies to demonstrate the spirit of the new dynasty."

“So I declare!”

All the monks held their breath, awaiting the wise decision of the newly appointed Supreme Master.

"Starting today, we will hold the first Supreme Master's Seventh-Day Singing Contest!"

The air solidified instantly.

Master Wang's eyes widened: "What?"

Roger waved his hand, his tone firm: "That's right, it's a singing competition!"

"Holding a song concert on the seventh day after death is both a way to remember the deceased and an encouragement to the living."

"Go and prepare, make it a lively affair."

Master Wang and the other monks looked at each other in bewilderment.

Did Roger, the Sorcerer Supreme, take the wrong medicine?
Master Wang cautiously began, "But Master Roger, the Ancient One has only just passed away. Isn't it inappropriate for us to engage in this kind of entertainment activity?"

Roger frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes: "What did you say?"

"I am the Sorcerer Supreme!"

"Do you dare disobey me, the Sorcerer Supreme?"

Master Wang immediately changed his tune: "I mean, you're right!"

"This idea is so creative!"

Roger nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, that's right."

"You mages are just too rigid."

"They don't know how to keep up with the times."

"As the Supreme Mage, one must lead the trend in the world of mages!"

(End of this chapter)