I'm not just human!

"Mr. Xiafa, congratulations on becoming the sole winner of the 24-hour survival challenge of the Dream Come True Sea Train."

The ticket seller spoke with a smile, but sitting on the golden throne of the Lamenting Hymn, he looked like a majestic king.

"Just lucky."

Xia Fa modestly replied, because he really didn't know what to say.

The ticket seller smiled slightly:

"It's more about strength than luck. I never expected that you were able to kill that quasi-god level monster."

Xia Fa was slightly taken aback, realizing once again just how powerful and high-ranking the Golden Giant Axe Cleaner was.

Because it's now clear that this ticket seller... is definitely not just someone who sells tickets on the Dream Come True sea train.

In a sense, he is very likely the embodiment of the "rules" and "will" of the Dream Come True sea train, and his strength may far exceed that of a god, and he is also an intelligent being.

Yet, this being was completely fooled by the Golden Giant Axe Cleanser, completely unaware of the deity's identity, and genuinely believed that he had killed the quasi-god.

"I was just lucky, you flatter me."

Xia Fa then said modestly, waiting for the ticket seller to take the initiative to get to the point.

Sure enough, almost immediately, the ticket seller smiled and said:

"Alright, enough with the pleasantries. Since you are the sole winner this time, make a wish, and I will do my best to make it come true."

He paused slightly, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"Let me briefly explain the rules for making a wish."

"First, one cannot wish to resurrect the dead, but one can wish to restore the health of the dying."

"Second, you must not wish to change the next secret contract that is about to be signed to a hegemon-level secret contract. We tried it before, and it resulted in a very terrible thing."

"Third, you cannot wish to become a god directly, let alone an external god. As for becoming a true god, well, you know that's impossible."

Fourth, we must not wish for any kind of "eternal certificate," because, to be honest, we do not have one either.

Fifth, we must not wish for anyone to be cursed to death, as this goes against the mission of our Dream Come True Sea Train.

"Sixth, you must not make a wish to pry into the secrets of any of the nine righteous gods, unless you want to bring our Dream Come True sea train into the lurch and suffer divine punishment for transgression."

At this point, the ticket seller smiled and looked at Xia Fa:

"Alright, that's roughly the rule. Now, make your wish."

Xia Fa listened attentively, but inwardly he felt a little resentful.

These restrictions... seem a bit too strict.

Fortunately, it doesn't conflict with my previous wish plan.

"Cough cough."

After clearing his throat twice, Xia Fa raised his head and looked earnestly at the ticket seller:

"I want to... wish for the [Primordial Secrets], a supreme-level secret contract."

He deliberately made his wish very clear, afraid that if he only said "Ancient Secrets Explained," the ticket seller would give him a book with "Ancient Secrets Explained" written on the cover.

Unexpectedly, the ticket seller was taken aback when Xia Fa said this.

"Ancient Secrets? You actually know about this overlord-level secret contract? This is—"

He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, then gave an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xia Fa, our Dream Come True Sea Train is not worthy of possessing this most mysterious Overlord-level secret contract. However, we can provide you with clues to find this Overlord-level secret contract, but we cannot guarantee that we will be able to find it."

Xia Fa thought for a moment, then asked cautiously:

Will this use up my only wish opportunity?

The ticket seller nodded:

"Of course, and you'll probably have to compensate us with a treasure worth no less than ten million gold pounds, or a bank draft or guild voucher of the same value."

Xia Fa was taken aback:

"This……"

It would take a wishing opportunity and ten million gold pounds to barely obtain a clue about the overlord-level secret contract, 【Primordial Secrets】, and even then, there was no guarantee that the clue would lead to the correct location.

For some reason, the more this happened, the more Xia Fa was tempted.

He readily agreed, and at the same time took out ten million gold pounds out of his total of one hundred and fifty million gold pounds.

But just then, the ticket seller, who was sitting on the golden throne of the lamenting hymn, suddenly tilted his head, as if listening to something.

This scene seemed rather strange, even though there was no one around him.

A few seconds later, the ticket seller nodded slightly and turned to look at Xia Fa:

“I misspoke earlier. Although you will need to use up your only wishing opportunity and pay us ten million gold pounds after you make a wish to obtain the clue to the [Ancient Secret], we will give you a chance to trade.”

Xia Fa asked in surprise:

"A trading opportunity?"

The ticket seller nodded slightly:

"Well, you can name one thing you want, and we'll make an equal exchange. The value of the item should be roughly the same as the extent of your wish."

Upon hearing this, Xia Fa felt a sense of relief.

In that case, it wouldn't be such a loss; he would only have to pay a little money, and he wasn't short of cash.

"Then... can I have the sacred metal corresponding to the [Miracle Fantasy] Overlord-level Secret Contract?"

After saying this, Xia Fa felt a little uneasy, fearing that the "Dream Come True" sea train might not exist.

Unexpectedly, the ticket seller nodded decisively:

"Sure, although our Dream Come True Sea Train doesn't have the [Miracle Fantasy] overlord-level secret code, we do have a piece of sacred metal, about the size of a fist, worth one hundred million gold pounds. Are you interested?"

One hundred million pounds...

Xia Fa suddenly felt a bit poor, not expecting it to be so expensive.

However, on second thought, a fist-sized piece of sacred metal... it seems that no matter what kind it is, the price is about the same.

Mainly, it's the size of a fist, which is considered very large for sacred metal.

"Okay, thank you."

Xia Fa agreed decisively and immediately waved his hand, sending several Gold Miners' Guild vouchers flying toward the ticket seller.

The ticket seller took the ticket and, surprisingly, carefully examined its authenticity right in front of Xia Fa before nodding in satisfaction.

He stood up, and the golden throne suddenly parted to reveal a large door.

A grand and sacred aura surged forth from that gate, far surpassing anything Xia Fa had ever seen; only the Golden Cleaners could compare to it.

The ticket seller bowed slightly, gesturing for the ticket seller to come in.

“Then, Mr. Xiafa, please come in. The clues and items have been paid for by an esteemed person who… also wishes to meet you in person.”

Chapter 290 Randomly freeloading a meal, accidentally joining the real-life gathering? (Part 1)

Go in?

Or should we not go in?

Watching the golden throne slowly part, Xia Fa hesitated for a moment, but still decided to go in!

The reason is simple: given the aura that the "great one" mentioned by the ticket seller exuded, which was comparable to that of a true god, if he really wanted to cause any harm to me, he would have already taken action.

The fact that He is willing to see me now indicates that the danger is not great.

Thinking this, Xia Fa lifted his foot and walked step by step toward the door behind the separated golden throne.

The ticket seller stood to one side, her hands clasped in front of her, bowing slightly, with a polite smile on her face.

In an instant, he seemed to transform back into the polite and elegant ticket seller of the Dream Come True sea train.

Unexpectedly, just as he was passing by the ticket seller and about to cross the golden throne made of the lamenting hymn, Xia Fa froze.

Because, on this divided golden throne, the cross-section clearly shows... that it is all just ordinary gold!

In other words, this golden throne is not actually made entirely of the gold of the Lamentations Hymn, but only has a thin layer of gold leaf on the surface...

Xia Fa felt a mix of amusement and exasperation; it turned out he was just putting on a show all along.

At the same time, he once again realized the preciousness of sacred metals, regardless of the type.

Without much thought, Xia Fa composed himself, passed through the golden throne, and entered the large door.

The moment you step through the door, a refreshing floral fragrance wafts over you, and a gentle breeze makes you feel as if you've been transported to a spring meadow.

After a slight daze, Xia Ding looked up and found that he was indeed standing on a patch of herbs.

Sunlight streamed down, and the grassland was covered with unnamed little yellow and white wildflowers. In the distance, flocks of sheep grazed, their soft fur resembling clouds that complemented the clouds floating in the azure sky.

On the hillside ahead, there was a round sofa, where a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman was leisurely lying, watching the clouds drifting across the sky.

The middle-aged man wore a pure black silk top hat and a standard double-breasted coat. He carried an exquisite silver cane made of expensive ebony with purple vine patterns, a rare and precious wood that money could hardly buy in the mortal world.

If this place weren't so special, Xia Fa would have thought he had met a university professor of noble birth who was passionate about academics.

The scholar-like, middle-aged gentleman seemed completely oblivious to Xia Fa, continuing to gaze at the clouds as if he were oblivious to everything else.

Xia Fa pursed her lips and was about to take a few steps forward when she saw the scholar-like gentleman suddenly withdraw his gaze from the sky and look down through his brown-tinted glasses.

In that instant, it felt as if an electric current had shot through his spine, and Xia Fa shuddered, feeling as if his entire body had been seen through.

At the same time, an oppressive aura, no less powerful than when he was looked down upon by the Golden Cleanser, rolled out like a mountain and a sea, even making his chest feel tight and his breathing become more rapid.

“Interesting, very interesting. Is it really because they have lost their powers that they can’t see through things?”

The scholar-like middle-aged gentleman muttered a couple of words, then casually waved his hand at Xia Fa, creating a sofa out of thin air behind him.

In that instant, Xia Fa's spiritual intuition, sharp as ever, leaped forward, catching a familiar fluctuation of secret contract ability.

That is... the power of "fantasy" in "miracle fantasy"!

This sofa was actually conceived by this mysterious being using the Miracle Imagination Scene!