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Chapter 145 High Priest: Do you think I don't want to?!

As Jaeger descended from his hotel room to the first floor, he became increasingly certain of his earlier suspicions—the people had indeed "disappeared."

The.

He didn't see a single person along the way.

There were no guests checking in, no employees pushing cleaning carts, and no receptionists at the front desk—nothing at all.

The feeling that the entire city seemed to be left with only one person was indeed very eerie.

The moment Jaeger stepped out of the hotel's front door, the glass door opened and closed automatically, and the pervasive fog automatically clung to him.

Upon seeing this, Jaeger instinctively activated a protective spell, keeping the mist at least half a meter away from him.

After all, the fog was quite strange and closely related to the current bizarre situation in the metropolis.

It's best not to make any contact before you've figured out the situation.

The Daily Planet building, the street in front of it.

With everyone in the city vanished without a trace, including taxi drivers, Jaeger could only use the [door] to get there.

However, he was still a bit slower than Wonder Woman. When he arrived, Wonder Woman was already standing next to the street lamp.

Upon seeing Jaeger descend from the sky, Wonder Woman nodded solemnly: "You've arrived, Detective."

"Heroine." Jaeger steadied himself and cut straight to the point. "I just woke up not long ago, and when I opened my eyes, I found that Metropolis had become like this."

"My situation is similar to yours," Wonder Woman said simply. "Also, I just tried using the communicator left by Mr. Langdon Parrels to contact a few people who might be involved in this incident."

"After all, I believe you can also see that this fog is closely related to the religious group that hired those servants to win the Escaliber Trophy."

"That's right," Jaeger agreed. "So, how's your contact going?"

Wonder Woman shook her head: "Superman, Lois Lane, and Langdon Parrels are all out of contact."

"They may have disappeared into the fog, just like everyone else in Metropolis, but the question is—"

Wonder Woman looked thoughtful. "If this fog was caused by the people who stole the trophy, why didn't they leave behind those people connected to the trophy, instead of just you and me?"

"If I was kept on because of the trophy, then your presence seems out of place."

"Indeed—" Jaeger had also been thinking about this issue before.

In any case, it seems strange that the group of "gatekeepers" chose who to disappear and who to stay, since everyone else disappeared and only Jaeger Winchester's identity remained.

"However, more than that," Jaeger's gaze suddenly shifted to the mist beside the heroine, "aren't you worried there might be something wrong with this mist?"

"I've thought about that too." Wonder Woman raised her hand to touch the mist. "But this mist really doesn't affect me."

"Furthermore," Wonder Woman said thoughtfully, "the aura in this mist is very similar to that in the Escalibert Trophy."

"They are all related to the same God."

"Alright, so now we're back to the same question." Jaeger looked around. "We need to find the mastermind behind all this to break this deadlock, but where are they?"

"Perhaps we don't need to be in such a hurry," Wonder Woman said. "Since they're here for the trophy, they'll show up at us sooner or later."

"That's true." Jaeger's expression suddenly changed. "But—"

"But?" Wonder Woman noticed Jaeger's unusual reaction.

"But they're already here." Jaeger quickly uttered this sentence, then, following the direction of his strongest [Danger Sense], his gaze instantly locked onto the churning black shadow on the ground. "On the ground! Get out of the way, heroine!"

Space distorted, and the [door] suddenly opened, allowing Jaeger to narrowly avoid the shadows on the ground and land in the air on the other side.

But Wonder Woman wasn't so lucky—almost the instant Jaeger shouted those words, a black shadow instantly climbed up, like a net tightly connecting Wonder Woman's boots to the ground, preventing her from leaving the ground!

"I've finally found you, Wonder Woman."

As this sudden turn of events occurred, a somber voice echoed through the deserted street.

To Jaeger's surprise, he saw a ripple in mid-air, and then a long-robed old man with silver hair and murky red eyes as repulsive as a vulture suddenly appeared.

—This is the "gatekeeper"? Jaeger narrowed his eyes.

Why do I feel that his entrance is somewhat similar to the "door"? Does he also possess similar spatial travel techniques?

But compared to Jaeger, the "gatekeeper" was clearly more focused on Wonder Woman.

"Who are you?" Even though Wonder Woman couldn't lift her leg, her expression remained calm and composed. "Before engaging in battle, you must state your name."

"And I have no intention of fighting you, Wonder Woman," the "Gatekeeper" said. "I'm just here to take back what is rightfully ours."

"But I have heard of your great name and respect your power." The other party chuckled. "Therefore, I am willing to introduce myself. You may call me High Priest."

"Something that should have belonged to you?" That was all Wonder Woman noticed.

"That certainly belongs to us." The high priest frowned. "You should also be able to sense the extraordinary nature of that trophy. It is no ordinary object, but a sacred relic left behind by our Lord."

"We've come all the way to the Metropolis to retrieve that thing."

"If you want it back, you can do so through legitimate means. Why resort to murder?" Wonder Woman retorted. "If it weren't for protecting the safety of innocent people, your so-called sacred object wouldn't be with me now."

"Of course, it was out of necessity!" the High Priest said indignantly. "Wonder Woman, have you ever heard of prophecy?"

"You should know that the talent for prophecy is one in a million in the magical world."

"But among us, these 'gatekeepers' who serve God, there truly exists a gifted prophet."

"According to her, our trip to the Metropolis to retrieve the sacred relic will definitely be thwarted—"

"Because the sacred relic will eventually fall into the hands of a destined person—but how could that be?"

"Our sacred object belongs to our God, so naturally we are the destined ones. How could it be handed over to others!" The high priest's voice was hoarse, clearly indicating his strong dissatisfaction with the prophecy.

"It's pathetic," Wonder Woman said. "On the one hand, you have unwavering faith in the prophecy, and on the other hand, you doubt its contradictions with your own desires, even attempting to use extreme measures to distort what is predicted to happen."

"But so what?" The high priest lowered his voice, his red eyes burning like dried blood amidst a hint of madness. "A destined one? If we kill the other, what is there to say about a destined one?"

"Prophecy is destiny, but destiny is not unchangeable, Wonder Woman—you should know this better than I do."

"The merciful Clotho once said that the threads of fate are not fixed," Wonder Woman said, staring at the High Priestess. "But to rashly change them will inevitably come at a price." (Note)

Note: Clotho is the spinning goddess, one of the three Fates.

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