Chapter 1069 The Inverted Throne

When Aiwass said such arrogant words, the Lord of Scales and Feathers did not mock Aiwass, nor did he encourage him.

The Lord of Scales and Feathers just laughed inexplicably and then disappeared again.

At this time, Aiwass has already realized the true nature of the Empty Box——

It is not just as simple as containing the power of nothingness, and the Swan King is not just almost becoming the Pillar God of the Tenth Source River... What he is fighting against is not just the power of nothingness inside the Box of Nothingness, but the Dusk Seed called "Whisper of Nothingness".

According to the Lord of Scales and Feathers, the Dusk Species itself is also a form of information—although it is an individual, it has no physical form. If one truly wishes to acquire the ability to influence the world, a carrier is required.

In other words, the "Whisper of Nothingness" must first possess a mentally corrupted individual before it can control the power of the Source River.

——Like a spider.

The injection of venom and digestive juices ensures that even after the prey is digested, it still requires a mouthpart to be inserted to suck it into the body. The Whisper of the Void's corruption of the Tao is merely the "injection of venom and digestive juices" step.

However, due to the Sand Clock's unparalleled connection to the universe, gods without physical bodies cannot descend into the material world, nor can they directly interfere with it. The Whisper of the Void exists neither in the Dream World nor in the physical world; it can pollute the Dream World's phantom demons and corrupt the gods' will, but it cannot directly possess their souls. While it can possess beings in the physical world, its unparalleled connection prevents it from interfering.

Through this rule, the Whisper of the Void's ability to possess is completely isolated - it either needs a physical body to enter the material world, or it needs a soul to enter the dream world.

Sizhu's vanguard army, like an antivirus software, killed those corrupted phantom demons.

——This is an act of dedication!

But just as high-level divine arts can actively allow gods to descend upon cardinals... if someone actively accepts the whispers of the void and becomes its vessel of divine descent, they can still pull it into the material world by sacrificing themselves!

In this way, through the process of death-ascension, the Whisper of the Void can directly contact the Source River.

The Swan King is not as simple as almost becoming the Pillar God of the Tenth Source River.

He almost became the carrier of the Whisper of the Void!

“…That’s why you led me to say that.”

In the basement of the Earl's Mansion, Aiwass whispered to the Box of Nothingness, "Because you've already woken up...right?"

Naturally, the Empty Box didn't respond.

"Is that... the Box of Nothingness?"

Yasin murmured softly.

No wonder he was amazed.

The basement of the Earl's Mansion had a unique and almost magnificent landscape. When he first came in, he was wondering why there were so many strange crystal pillars on the ground, as well as some gold baskets and hollow platforms.

As Aiwass skillfully flipped the switch on the wall, the moment the light came on, he finally understood everything -

——The crystal pillars on the ground and the platforms are actually lamps!

On the ceiling above their heads, however, there was an incomparably magnificent palace upside down.

There were upside-down chairs, upside-down tables, and many upside-down puppets of ministers and nobles. And in the front... a throne inverted on the ceiling.

Yasen had entered the palace before.

It’s not that I went in to steal things - the truly valuable parts had already been taken away, and the rest were all imitations... I just came in for a visit.

With the extinction of the royal family, the Iris Palace has now become a tourist attraction. You can go in and take a look as long as you pay a ticket.

——He remembered very clearly that the decoration of the throne room was exactly the same as the basement of the Count of Orleans!

But here it is completely reversed, the floor is the ceiling and the ceiling is the floor.

But their king was not sitting on the throne hanging upside down in the sky.

There was a treasure chest placed neatly.

A very simple and standard golden treasure chest that meets all the stereotypes of treasure chests in Yasen's mind.

It was adorned with every ornament Yasen could imagine, so ornate that it put even the throne to shame.

But it was also the opposite - as if here, the direction of gravity was pointing towards the sky, and it was sucked onto the throne hanging upside down in the sky.

but……

When Yasen thought of this, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind: According to Aiwass, their king seemed to be on the throne.

"Box of Nothingness..."

Sherlock murmured softly, "How could it be this...?"

His pupils trembled violently, as if he had seen something incredible.

Aiwass said: "I don't know what you saw, but don't be too nervous or care about it. Because what you saw must be wrong.

"It will become whatever you perceive a 'treasure chest' to be. The Void Chest doesn't have a definite form, so it's called the Void Chest. What the three of us saw was definitely different."

Why is Aiwass so sure?

Because in his vision, the treasure chest was even made up of golden and red pixels, completely out of tune with everything around it.

And at this moment.

The treasure chest suddenly creaked and shook, making a sound. This made Yasen turn his head and stare at it, his right hand subconsciously grasping the dagger.

It twisted its body with almost impossible flexibility, as if it were a living thing.

Suddenly, an invisible force inside caused it to snap open—

Its tentacles, made of blood, resembled a red snake. A wet head with its eyes tightly closed suddenly dropped from the sky, even bouncing as if dangling from a bungee cord.

Yassen reacted instantly, turning around and using the hem of his cloak to block the blood rain that was pouring down on him. Meanwhile, Aiwass and Sherlock were completely drenched in blood.

Aiwass had already released the Moon Child's transformed form. A pure white sacred flame ignited on his body, instantly consuming the entire creature. Only Sherlock was left silently wiping his face with his sleeve.

I’m curious…

A young man's voice with a strong echo sounded:

【What on earth did you see that made you so panicked? 】

That was the voice of the Swan King.

“…I saw it. My brother’s storage box.”

Sherlock was silent for a long time before he spoke softly, "When I was very young, I was full of curiosity about the world. At that time, my brother would always take out some novel toys to amuse me. For example, clockwork soldiers that could walk on their own, light bulbs that would light up when you held them in your hands, music boxes and phonographs... They were all taken out of my brother's storage box.

“I would occasionally want to take them apart to see how they worked, but I was worried that if I broke them, my brother would stop giving me toys. So I’d pretend I didn’t like them anymore and have my brother put them back in the storage box. Then, when my brother wasn’t around, I’d secretly open the box, take out the toys, and take them apart.

"Since I no longer play with that toy, he probably won't take it out to check it again. Even if he takes it apart and doesn't put it back together properly, he probably won't notice.

"...Unexpectedly, when I opened the treasure chest, I didn't find the toys at all. It turns out that my brother had thrown them away when I didn't like them anymore."

Sherlock finished speaking and took a deep breath.

That's why he was so panicked just now - if his brother's box was the box of nothingness, then...

The only thing that could make Sherlock Hermes lose his composure was probably something about his family, Aiwass thought.

"You're just like me," Aiwass praised. "You've always been cunning and awkward since you were little."

"...How old were you then?"

Yasen couldn't help but ask.

"About four."

Sherlock said calmly, "School hasn't started yet anyway."

[The joy of childhood, the love of family, good, good...]

The echoing voice rang out repeatedly.

The head's eyes remained tightly closed, but the corners of its mouth curled up slightly, as if it had just eaten something delicious. The snake-like body beneath it began to sway and leap joyfully, making it appear even more frantic. Its crimson, transparent tentacles swayed wildly, and its head swung back and forth like a high-frequency pendulum.

"...It seems you have mastered the Lion Head Tantra, Ludwig."

Aiwass couldn't help but sigh as he watched it manipulate the blood in the box so skillfully.

The Mad King's head, originally imprisoned here, spontaneously mastered the secret spell that sealed itself here. And the foolish Earl of Orleans still believed that he still controlled this power in his hands...

……etc.

Aiwass was stunned for a moment and realized something.

[Of course, I’m a genius]

The Swan King said frankly.

That is unquestionable, unchallengeable, and natural confidence.

"You hypnotized the Count of Orleans as well?"

Aiwass suddenly realized.

Count Orleans was so convinced that he had completely obtained the power of the "Skull of the Mad King" that he had no doubts about it. Isn't this exactly the same as when Aiwass and Sherlock were controlled and their minds were silently rewritten!

[That's not hypnosis, nor is it an illusion]

The Swan King approached Aiwass with some dissatisfaction.

A curved, slender, scarlet transparent tentacle that looked like a snake's body and an extremely long neck appeared in front of Aiwas, holding his head upside down.

It twisted 180 degrees, bringing itself face to face with Aiwass. The distance between them was less than ten centimeters, and Aiwass could even smell the unique earthy smell of a corpse, as well as the bloody scent still stained on it.

The Swan King said very seriously:

[——That’s hope]

(End of this chapter)