Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Recreation can be used without side effects through small worlds, but what about teleportation?

This is indeed a problem.

When it reappears, others are outside, and the power of the Star Staff is projected out from inside the door, which is naturally not a problem.

Because reproduction is about reproducing power and releasing it to the target, rather than exerting influence on the target itself.

But teleportation is different.

If a true, living "Planetary Planeswalker" has initially mastered the power of "teleportation," they can create portals that allow them to directly reach a target location and appear in different places simultaneously.

However, the "Star Staff" is ultimately just a magical item. Its teleportation takes the person with it directly, rather than opening a portal and then having the person walk through it. It is not that flexible.

Whether others are outside and the "Star Staff" is inside, or even if we reverse the process, it seems impossible to teleport them with the "Star Staff".

It seems that "teleportation" cannot completely avoid risks like "reproduction" through a small world.

An Ruowang couldn't think of a clever way to solve this problem for a while, so he infused the "Star Staff" with a bit of the Source Castle's aura, making it bow down in worship.

However, other magical items seem to be able to avoid risks in the same way, which is more than enough.

small world?

Equipment slots!

An Ruowang pulled herself out of her thoughts and let out a soft breath.

If you can't figure something out, just leave it for now.

He looked down at his shadow:

Are you hungry?

Sharon slowly rose to the surface:

I'm not hungry.

"Eat a little even if you're not hungry." An Ruowang smiled. "I ate my fill at the banquet, but you could only hide and watch me eat. I feel really bad about it."

Sharon responded earnestly:

"I'm really not hungry."

"Wraiths" do not need to eat. Even if they did eat, they would probably only consume a certain number of human souls.

However, Sharon was a temperate, so she didn't do that.

"Just keep me company while I eat," An Ruowang said. "Eating late-night snacks alone is no fun, and the Abraham family's dinners aren't really to my taste."

Sharon was silent for two seconds, then finally nodded slightly, just like before.

An Ruowang turned around, walked to the door, and pulled the bell cord.

A moment later, a slight noise came from downstairs, and footsteps approached.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The butler, Asnia, pushed open the door and entered. He was dressed in a neat suit and still hadn't rested.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Bring up some late-night snacks," An Ruowang said. "Hot ones, preferably with some soup or liquid."

Asnia nodded and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, sir," he paused, "after you left this afternoon, a bishop named Elektra came by."

An Ruowang immediately realized what was going on:

"What did you say?"

"He said he has something urgent to discuss with you," Asnia replied truthfully. "The doorman, Jock, told him you went out and don't know when you'll be back. He said he's representing the Church of the Night and asked you to inform him as soon as you return, or to go to St. Samuel's Church to see him as soon as possible; he'll be waiting for you."

An Ruowang nodded:

"I understand, you can go now... Please make room for tomorrow afternoon in your schedule."

Asnia bowed and withdrew, the door closing gently behind her.

The room fell silent again.

An Ruowang looked at Sharon:

"Did you hear that?"

Sharon nodded.

An Ruowang rubbed her temples, her feelings somewhat complicated:

"It seems I truly am a chosen one of the night."

It seems he needs to be extremely careful when using other abilities, and disguise himself using the Recorder's ability or the "Star Staff" to disguise himself, since the night may be watching him at any time.

Heaven knows what attitude the true god of the night would have towards an existence like him.

However, having the status of a follower means that the Church of the Night will endorse his background, which is good news.

"You are still a follower of 'The Fool'," Sharon added.

"Yes."

"Who...who are you? Why...don't you mind letting me know these...important things?"

Sharon sat in the chair, the toes of her little black leather shoes dangling in the air. Moonlight streamed in from the window, falling on her pale profile and softening her features, but her expression was quite serious.

Tamara, Abraham, the Church of the Night, the Fool...

It was just an ordinary bodyguard request, but who knew the client's background would be so complicated?

"Me? You already know who I am better than most people do."

An Ruowang spread his hands to show his sincerity:

"As for why I don't mind..."

He met Sharon's gaze and smiled nonchalantly:

"Just like when you first met me, you felt I was an important person. I also sensed beforehand that you were trustworthy, and I believe that feeling, I believe my own divination, and I believe in you. Believe, belief doesn't need a reason."

Sharon was momentarily at a loss for words:

"..."

This person is really strange.

But the feeling of being trusted isn't bad.

An Ruowang countered with a question:

"And you, who are you? You already know me, but I don't know you yet."

"You are an extraordinary being from the Southern Continent, and you have some sympathy for the people of the Southern Continent, right?"

"I…"

Sharon opened her mouth, her azure eyes seeming to churn like a lake.

She thought of her teacher, of the Hedonists, of the influence of the Full Moon Whispers and the Prisoner's Path during the Full Moon, of Aleister's unconditional trust in her, and of his current favor from two great beings, and of the magical artifacts on his body...

Finally, she made up her mind. She slowly opened her mouth:

"Do you know...the Rose School?"

And so, Sharon slowly revealed her past to An Ruowang.

She spoke of the Southern Continent, of that land trampled by colonists, and of her experiences growing up on that land.

She spoke of the Rose School, the division between the Temperance and Hedonism factions, and her teacher, Renette Tinicol.

She recounted the day her teacher died protecting her.

Sharon stopped midway through her story when there was a gentle knock on the door.

Asnia pushed the food cart in and placed several steaming plates of pastries and a pot of cream of mushroom soup on the table.

His gaze swept between the two, pausing slightly when he saw Sharon, but he quickly looked away, not asking any further questions about his master's private affairs, and silently withdrew.

Sharon paused, looking at the steaming food.

Perhaps because she had always been silent and restrained, suppressing her desire to speak, she spoke a lot today.

This was probably the day she spoke the most since becoming an Extraordinary.

That's why she actually felt a little hungry.

An Ruowang smiled, served her soup and snacks, and then continued to listen to her tell her stories of the past. An Ruowang would occasionally ask a question or two, but most of the time she would just listen quietly.

After midnight, An Ruowang seemed to remember something and asked:

"Speaking of which, our bodyguard arrangement ends today, right?"

Sharon's eyes flickered slightly, but she simply nodded silently.

"……Um."

An Ruowang then changed the subject and asked with a smile:

"But I still need your help in guiding my fighting skills. You're not going to abandon me halfway through, are you, Ms. Sharon?"

Sharon gazed at him quietly, nodding earnestly.

"I will take full responsibility."