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Chapter 22 Honest Lending for Centuries, Waiting for the Sect Master to Come Knocking

Shock!

According to reliable sources from this station, billionaire Tony Stark has recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease.

Our reporters captured several photos of Mr. Stark talking while holding a conch shell, and later a seagull even splashed its droppings on the billionaire's head.

Please stay tuned for further updates from our station.

Snapped!

Tony smashed the television in a fit of rage, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed fury.

He's in the headlines again, but not the playboy kind of headlines he usually makes; it's pure slander!

He never expected that his relaxing afternoon would be reported in such a distorted way, even being labeled with the absurd term "dementia," and his stock price plummeted as a result.

"The magical conch shell, what should I do now?"

Tony angrily pulled the rope; he wanted to hear what the culprit had to say.

"Do nothing."

Tony, who had hoped to get some useful advice, suddenly turned pale. Was this a suggestion to give up?

Tony cares about his reputation; he's even been labeled as having dementia!

"Alright then, let's leave that aside for now. How do I find the Book of the Revelation?"

Tony sighed and asked another question, to which the Magic Conch Shell quickly provided an answer.

"Do nothing."

Upon hearing this, Tony frowned, his eyes filled with frustration.

This is the kind of trash we get after losing face like this? It's utterly disgraceful!

"So, you mean I should just stay home and do nothing, like that book is going to fall from the sky?"

Tony said this sarcastic remark with some annoyance, and then pulled the cord again. The magic conch shell still answered him seriously.

"Yes."

Okay, this piece of junk.

Tony became convinced of this and retreated into seclusion.

"Supreme Master, what should we do next? If this continues, we will lose our magical powers, and we need to find a new sect leader."

Baron Mordo frowned. His magicians mainly cast spells by borrowing from powerful beings in the universe, commonly known as gods.

However, in the recent past, all the gods who lent them money stopped responding, as if they had never existed.

This is good news, meaning they don't have to pay off their debts.

This is also bad news, meaning they will no longer be mages.

Once the magical power in their bodies is exhausted, they will be no different from ordinary people.

Perhaps the ritual implements, books, and scrolls passed down over the years can sustain them for a while, but this is like water without a source; it will eventually dry up.

"Modu, we are just ordinary people too. There's nothing wrong with returning to a normal life."

Gu Yi took a sip of tea and softly expressed her thoughts, but her heart was far from as calm as she claimed.

Dormammu, the dimensional demon, also disappeared some time ago, so naturally he can no longer draw power from the Dark Dimension, or rather, whether the Dark Dimension even exists is a question.

Unlike other sorcerers, the Ancient One lost her magic much faster.

Since she could no longer draw power from the dark dimension, the lost time immediately came knocking. If it weren't for her powerful magic, she would have turned to ashes on the spot.

However, no matter how powerful one's magic is, it will eventually be exhausted.

Therefore, if the Ancient One does not find another stable source of magical power as soon as possible, her journey will come to an end.

Moreover, it's the kind of destination where there's no next buyer.

"But, Sorcerer Supreme, if we have no magical power, then who will protect the world?"

Baron Mordo was filled with worry. These days he lived in fear, afraid that one day he would wake up to find himself a slave to some powerful being.

Therefore, he sought various methods to find a new creditor to lend him money, even if the "interest" was a bit high, he didn't care, he just wanted to get through this period first.

However, he failed; he couldn't find anyone willing to lend money.

"Modu, this world no longer needs the protection of mages, we..."

At this point, Gu Yi stopped, realizing there was something wrong with what she had said.

Although those dimensional demons no longer exist, some forces that intend to invade Earth are still around.

Take Mephisto, for example; for some reason, he remains silent.

Perhaps it's because the three temples are still there, but now that the magic power is being consumed so quickly, the temples won't last much longer.

"Supreme Sorcerer, the world needs the protection of sorcerers. Although the dimensional demons are gone, other evil forces still covet Earth!"

Baron Mordo's voice carried a hint of urgency. He wasn't anxious because he wanted to become an ordinary person again, but because he was worried that without a guardian, the world would be invaded by evil!

"Modu, wait a moment, let me think about it."

The Ancient One gently put down her teacup, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes. She stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the setting sun in the distance, her heart filled with complex thoughts.

"Modu, you're right. The world does need protectors. Perhaps we really need a leader."

Baron Mordo was overjoyed upon hearing this, as having the Sorcerer Supreme personally find a sect leader was far more reliable than him trying to figure it out on his own.

I just don't know how much time it will take to find this new sect leader, or how much interest this new sect leader will bring.

Baron Mordo was somewhat worried, after all, so many gods had disappeared, not to mention whether he could find this sect leader.

Even if they found it, Baron Mordo was somewhat unsure about the exact interest rate.

Now that it's a monopolized market, it's hard to guarantee that the other side won't make exorbitant demands.

Even if the Supreme Master himself went to negotiate, no one was sure if he could get a good price.

Looking at Baron Mordo, the Ancient One, with her profound understanding of human nature, naturally understood what he was thinking.

It all boils down to whether or not a creditor can be found, and whether that creditor is willing to provide a low-interest "loan".

Actually, she didn't even need to look for it; a creditor had already come to her, wanting to lend money to her, a professional lender.

However, it cannot be said that the other side took the initiative to come to us; rather, it should be said that the Ancient One heard His call and took the initiative to contact Him.

The meaning of this potential sect leader is difficult to understand, but the conditions are not harsh.

He was happy to be a creditor to himself and the mages, providing them with magical power, and all they needed to do was believe in Him and expand the church.

Such generous terms were unheard of, but when such favorable terms were actually presented, Gu Yi hesitated.

This doesn't mean it's a good thing; the other party might be plotting something.

Suddenly, Gu Yi interrupted her thoughts, looked in one direction, and frowned.

"Supreme Master, what has happened?"

"Casillas, he's gone."

(End of this chapter)