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Chapter 676 -67: Reunion Under ‘Fate’_3

"Bolun, should we just give up?”

"Kael and those guys have already found an organization that would teach ‘mystical knowledge’ for some money. Shouldn’t we try to make contact with them?”

Emily squatted by the roadside, speaking in a disheartened and defeated tone.

To the average person, this young person who seemed so exceptional should not have been so disheartened. But the blow had been too great.

For so many days, she and her friend tried every method they could think of to approach every individual on this street who seemed to be from the ‘Mystical Side.’

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But!

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Every time they were successful!

The people who appeared to be from the ‘Mystical Side’ not only responded to them flawlessly but also played them with ease.

This completely crushed Emily, who had started out full of confidence.

Bolun, the young man, was also considerably affected.

But, he hadn’t given up.

"Do you think that the so-called ‘Mystical Side’ organization that Kael has stumbled upon is real?”

The young man countered.

"It should be real, right?”

Emily was not too certain.

Considering her experiences from the past few days, she knew that although the ‘Mystical Side’ had semi-publicized itself, really making contact was incredibly difficult.

"Mmm, it’s real.”

"Then

"Is it benevolent?”

Bolun asked again.

Emily shivered, lifting her head to look at her companion beside her.

"Don’t romanticize the ‘Mystical Side’ too much.”

"It’s mysterious and powerful, as well as bizarrely unpredictable.”

"The reason I chose ‘Memory Street,’ besides the fact that many from the ‘Mystical Side’ congregate here, is because it’s safe—there seem to be certain rules here, restricting them, and that’s the most important thing for us.” ＲΑ𐌽ǑʙÈȘ

Bolun said indifferently.

"So we just continue to spend time like this?”

Emily asked somewhat despondently.

She of course knew that what Bolun was saying was true.

If they had been in another place, the encounters they had been through would not have been just toying with them, but they would have most likely ended up as corpses.

"We thought everything was too simple.”

"Those who can enter the ‘Mystical Side’ are exceptional individuals. They possess a broader perspective than we imagined and mysterious, unfathomable abilities.”

"If we really want to be a part of it, we have to think of other means.”

Bolun continued.

Emily, on the other hand, brightened up.

Knowing her friend well, she was clear that if Bolun was speaking this way, he must have thought of a solution.

"What solution?”

Emily pressed.

"Two solutions.”

"One is not at the right time.”

"That leaves the other

"Sincerity!”

Bolun declared.

"Sincerity?”

Emily frowned in confusion.

She thought what she had done before was already sincere enough.

"Yes, sincerity, not the kind of perfunctory sincerity we’ve shown before, but true, genuine sincerity.”

While speaking, Bolun took out his smartphone.

"Turn all my shares in the Bolun Family into cash, hmm, and I will give up my right to inheritance

"Bolun, have you lost your mind?!”

As she listened to her friend’s words, Emily suddenly stood up, staring at Bolun in disbelief.

"No, I’m not crazy,”

"I am just showing my sincerity!”

"I will move one of them with everything I have!”

"As long as one of them is moved, that’s enough.”

The young man slowly shook his head and said softly.

"But what if you fail?”

"If you fail, you will have nothing left!”

Emily looked at her friend anxiously.

"Only by burning my boats can I fight with my back to the river!”

"That’s how to show sincerity!”

"And it’s also how to show my resolve.”

Bolun said this and then, in a voice only the two of them could hear, whispered, “If this also fails, I’ll exchange all that money for explosives and blow ‘Memory Street’ to the heavens.”

Emily, upon hearing these words, stared blankly at her friend.

It was as if she was meeting him for the first time.

In her memory, her friend had always been calm and cautious.

But…

The madness before her seemed to be his true face.

"Bolun, you

Emily was lost for words.

"Do you want to say I’m mad?”

"Well, perhaps.”

Bolun slowly stood up, gazing at the pitch-black night sky, and said word by word, “Since a grand era of strife has appeared, one can either become an ant, allowing others to control their fate, or gamble everything to change one’s own destiny!”

"Everything!”

"That includes life, wealth!”

"In my ancestor’s notes, there is one sentence I remember vividly—without madness, there is no survival!”

"But, but

Emily wanted to say something but had no idea what to say.

So she just stared blankly at Bolun.

Then!

She suddenly noticed a gleam in Bolun’s eyes.

Instinctively, Emily turned her head.

Following Bolun’s gaze, she saw a tall, burly figure appear at the entrance of ‘Memory Street.’

That, that was Ship Slayer!

Following that day, they had investigated the person who, with just a glance, had scared them out of their wits.

The result of the investigation naturally shook them while leaving lingering fears.

Ship Slayer!

A legendary figure of equal renown as Dragon Slayer!

One in a million.

Even within the Mystical Side, he belonged to that small pinnacle group.

With this in mind, Emily instinctively dodged.

She had not forgotten their unpleasant past encounter with him.

Even though he had not caused them trouble last time, who could ensure it would be the same this time?

The thoughts of the powerful are not easily fathomed.

What caught Emily completely off guard was that her friend Bolun started striding towards that Ship Slayer.

"Bo, Bolun?!”

Emily stammered.

Without stopping or turning, Bolun said—

"If I am to stake, I will stake on the biggest one!”

"That way, even if I die

"I’ll die content!”