Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

After Jock left, the study fell silent.

An Ruowang took out the coat of arms of the Abraham family again, and began to ponder as he played with it.

Dorian gave it to him three days later; it was probably a real surprise.

He couldn't guarantee that everyone he met was rational, especially in this chaotic world.

Human society has never lacked fools and people who act impulsively.

There will always be some people whose inner logic is completely incomprehensible to An Ruowang, whose minds are even more Cthulhu-like than this world itself, and who are even more incomprehensible to him:

They could have negotiated, but instead they resorted to violence; they could have achieved a win-win situation, but instead they chose a lose-lose situation; they had already gained an advantage, but they were still greedy and ended up with nothing; they were helping them, but instead they were seen as weak and easily bullied, or they betrayed them...

There are always some fools who love to take advantage of others and can't be reasoned with; you have to use your fists.

Anruowang hired Sharon for this very purpose.

He glanced down at his own shadow.

Haha, I hope this isn't Chekhov's gun.

An Ruowang continued to play with the emblem, her thoughts drifting deeper.

In fact, he strongly suspected that in the original story, the betrayal of Butis was not necessarily solely due to problems on his side.

If he remembered correctly, it was originally Abraham who wanted to imitate the master-disciple system of the Life School to train non-family members, hoping that after they advanced to higher sequences, they could help Abraham and his people break the curse and find their ancestors.

But what happened next?

Another situation arose where "all non-family members who are Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 extraordinary individuals believe that their status within the Abraham family is not commensurate with their own strength, and that they are not trusted and unable to obtain control over certain seals."

It's impossible for everyone to be ungrateful, right?

This means that Abraham might have been mentally unstable, or even quite xenophobic and conservative.

As for the power of local clans in a certain sense, that's really hard to say.

And if I remember correctly, Abraham was the ancestor of the Jews, right?

Although the Bethel surname was bestowed by the ancient sun god, it has little to do with that ethnicity.

But Anruowang dared not think too highly of Abraham's family.

There may be good people in there, but there are definitely stupid and bad people too.

Those who do not plan for the long term are not qualified to plan for the short term; those who do not plan for the whole are not qualified to plan for a part.

In case something goes wrong, "This descendant of Tamara knows too much; we cannot let such important information be in the hands of an outsider."

Alternatively, "Raising a demigod like Tamara would be a threat to Abraham, so it would be better to raise one from scratch as a child."

Even more extreme, "While we appreciate the information, we don't want to pay any price; we just want to get it for free."

If that really happens...

An Ruowang suddenly felt like laughing.

What's the difference between him helping an elderly person out of good intentions and being extorted instead?

Damn it, Abraham dares to betray my kindness and trust, forget my kindness and righteousness, doesn't he want to live anymore?

Disgusting me?

Lao Tzu used Source Castle divination, along with "vengeful spirits," "velvet curtains," and the Aurora Society, to hunt down your entire family and kill them all, and he could still become a Traveling Mage!

This wasn't just said in anger; it was a contingency plan.

Just in case, he had already tampered with the source castle in his letter to Dorian.

This was enough material for his divination.

Not to mention, he still has the family crest given to him by Dorian and those gold pounds—which is why he gave Jock money again.

The more divination materials he has, the more proactive he becomes.

Hopefully, it won't turn out to be the worst-case scenario.

An Ruowang sighed softly.

Wouldn't it be better if everyone helped each other and we all had a happy and mutually beneficial outcome?

Why does someone have to make things so complicated?

He carefully tucked the emblem into his pocket, along with the gold coins, then looked down at his shadow again:

"Miss Sharon, you must have heard him say 'three days later,' right? Would you mind protecting me for one more day? I can pay extra."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Then, An Ruowang's shadow swayed slightly.

Sharon slowly emerged from the ground.

As An Ruowang watched this scene, for some reason she thought of a groundhog, or rather, a carrot.

It's like the feeling of a carrot being slowly pulled out of the soil, slow pull out?

First, Sharon's head, adorned with a small soft hat, appeared; then her clear, bright eyes; then her slender shoulders; and finally, her black court dress. Little by little, she emerged from the shadows on the ground, like crops growing underground finally ripening and being pulled up by their stems and leaves.

He knew the association was absurd.

But the scene looked so similar.

Sharon stood in front of An Ruowang and gently shook her head:

"No extra charge."

An Ruowang blinked.

It's not a refusal, but rather that you don't need to pay extra?

In other words, it's free?

But often, what's free is the most expensive.

Did you recognize the coat of arms of the Abrahamic family?

No, you can't apply the same logic of calculating interests to interpersonal relationships. An Ruowang felt that she was more like she was extending goodwill to him.

He recalled yesterday's words, "You are an important person," and paused for two seconds:

"……walk slowly."

It's a two-way street; both sides want to make friends.

Could this be considered a friend sent to him by the Celestial Venerable, the ruler of the spirit world?

When will God, the Lord of the Stars, also send one?

We can't lose face, Emperor.

"What are your thoughts on the Southern Continent?"

Sharon suddenly asked a question that An Ruowang had not expected.

Was it because of his attitude towards Jock?

Indeed, although she appears to be from the Northern Continent in terms of race, she is actually from the Southern Continent.

Before the fall of Death, the North and South continents were easily navigable. Some of the upper-class figures in the ancient highland kingdoms and the Kingdom of Pas in the South were actually from the North.

However, the death god Salinger, who, along with the primordial witch Chik, unleashed the "Pale Catastrophe," created an insurmountable obstacle in the raging sea, severing the shipping routes between the northern and southern continents.

It wasn't until Russell, also known as Old Huang, opened up a new sea route that the connection between the North and South continents was re-established.

However, for the people of the colonized southern continent, this connection was undoubtedly a painful and tearful history.

Huang Beibei, now known as Bernadette Gustav, still possesses the "Pale Death" that her father obtained from the Southern Continent.

That's a "Pale Emperor" trait from the "Corpse Collector" or "Death" pathway.

If he were to express a stance or attitude that leans more towards the Southern Continent, perhaps he could win Sharon's favor?

However, friends made by pretending to be someone else and abandoning one's own agency to conform to others are worse than having no friends at all.

"I don't care."

Looking directly into Sharon's eyes, An Ruowang frankly stated his true thoughts: "To me, there is no difference between people from the Northern Continent and people from the Southern Continent; I don't care about either of them."

The people of this world, let alone those from the Northern and Southern Continents, even elves and people from the Western Continent.

Even if we look alike, even if we are of the same race, even if we have similar cultures, none of it matters to me.