Chapter 170 (Chapter 169) Good Evening
“You’re quite imaginative,” Claire laughed. “Yanlan, someone has already exploited this loophole.”
Yan Shi: ...
It's infuriating that it seems some predecessors have blocked the path for future generations.
“It doesn’t sound like a good ending.” Yan Shi looked at Claire, who seemed somewhat gloating.
Claire: "It certainly wasn't a good ending."
Because she had nothing to do, and because she was bored here, she continued, "The god who exploited the loophole last time had special authority and was so powerful that he was almost indistinguishable from the law. Before the law discovered him, his followers were all over the entire inner world."
As she said this, her smile remained on her face, tinged with sarcasm, "This is a renowned deity, the one who wields the power of justice and the judiciary."
Claire had few opportunities in her long life to talk to living beings about the joys of their journey, but when she did speak of it, she was quite detailed: "Do you know what happened to Him in the end?" Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying a mysterious tone.
"Once the time limit is up, it will vanish in an instant. No matter how powerful the strength, it will ultimately be annihilated."
The main hall was empty, and the simple ending floated in the air, carrying a chilling coldness.
“His Church must be the Floating Church. Expelled by the laws, it can never land in the Inner World.” Claire’s voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable coldness. “No living being can escape the laws.”
"The law never shows mercy."
After saying that, Claire looked back at the comic book on the table, her eyelashes slightly lowered. "The cases are right there in front of me. I don't have any intention of challenging the authority of the law for the time being."
And these are bloody cases.
Fairness and the power of justice...
It seems to be the authority that Grandma left to Yanshi.
Here's the question: "After His fall, what happened to His authority? Was it transferred to the candidates at that time?"
“How could that be?” Claire looked up in surprise. “The laws aren’t that magnanimous. Besides, the reason the candidates were candidates was purely because of that status to save their lives. After the gods who held the power of justice and judiciary fell, the candidates naturally perished as well.”
Yan Shi: "Then who holds this power now?"
“I don’t know either.” Claire spread her hands. “The authority of justice and the judiciary is very special. It is the authority that is closest to the power of the law among all the authorities. The law is so petty, I guess it has left this authority vacant.”
Authority is vacant...?
Yan Shi was puzzled: "If there is no supreme god, who decides when His candidates will inherit the authority?"
"Where would candidates come from without a supreme god?" Claire found it interesting and explained to her, "The candidates' abilities come entirely from the supreme god, not from authority. The supreme god's response is the source of the candidates' abilities."
What, then, is this supposed mark of her authority? Is it a counterfeit or substandard product?
Yan Shi lowered her eyes. Now one thing was very clear: Claire could not see the editing records within the authority to record history.
Otherwise, she would have been perfectly aware that Yan Shi's mark of authority was justice and the judiciary.
But Yan Shi didn't tell Claire directly, instead changing the subject: "Are you sure you don't want to make this fair deal with me? Then I won't auction your power candidate spot, I'll just auction you off directly."
Claire: ?
"What's being auctioned?" she asked in surprise.
Yan Shi: "You are the god who holds the authority to record history."
Claire: ...
She discovered that Yanlan always managed to do things that completely exceeded her expectations.
Claire burst into genuine laughter. "Yanlan." Suddenly, a pen appeared in her hand, its body forged from deep black gold, its surface covered with obscure and ever-changing ancient inscriptions.
Claire held the pen between her fingers and twirled it with composure. "I am a god."
Yan Shi nodded, "I know."
"So what if it's a god? Didn't you just mention the fall of a god?" Yan Shi said casually, his gaze wandering over the drawing paper on the table.
“Other gods will fall.” Claire lightly tapped her pen in the air, the tip neither gold nor jade, gliding across the unseen pages, a pale golden light flowing across them. “But I am different. I am one with history.”
"I recall that your human race seems to have a saying: 'Don't offend the historians'?"
Yan Shi: "All I know is that the pen that records history is in the hands of the victors." She noticed that even when Claire was angry, she seemed powerless to do anything about it, and became even more indifferent. "So, do you choose to let me auction off your candidacy for power, or auction you off?"
Claire finished writing with a final stroke, then vanished into thin air like smoke. "The pen that records history is in the hands of the victors," she smiled gently. "Then let history tell its story."
Claire then shrugged: "You didn't give me a choice. Take my position as a candidate for authority."
When Yan Shi emerged from the spatial gap, he was still on the familiar windowsill.
The moonlight was gentle and delicate, like a silver veil being cast.
The corridor was next to Gui Wujiu's room. There was no one around, and the night was quiet and peaceful.
The scene was beautiful; everything was perfect except for Yan Shi's phone, which kept vibrating in his pocket.
Yan Shi slowly took his phone out of his pocket and found that the lock screen's information bar was filled with dense messages and missed calls.
Yan Shi: Sigh.jpg
She remembered that she had set the psychic messages to Do Not Disturb mode, and only a few directors from the General Administration with special privileges could send her messages through emergency contact.
There's still so much news.
My head started to hurt.
The phone was vibrating hard, and Yan Shi casually swiped to answer it.
The road is difficult.
"Director Yan." Lu Jian on the other end of the phone breathed a slight sigh of relief. "I'm sorry to bother you so late. The main event is somewhat sudden and urgent."
Yan Shi: "Hmm...A Gods' Auction?"
"You already knew?!" Lu Jian was somewhat surprised.
All invitations submitted by various factions and families to Director Yan at the General Bureau must first be inspected by the Information Department before being passed up through the various levels to Director Yan.
It's evening now, and the invitation letter from the floating auction house, which was delivered to Director Yan by the General Administration just half an hour ago, has just reached Lu Jian's hands.
Director Yan already knew?!
But then Lu Jian suppressed his surprise.
After all, this is Director Yan.
Yanju knows everything.
Director Yan is even more aware of such a big matter.
Yan Shi: "I happen to be in Novano Port."
Moreover, the items for the auction were provided by her.
Of course, there's no need to tell Lu Jian this.
"The auction start time on the invitation is a bit rushed, and the General Administration doesn't have a very comprehensive understanding of this auction of deities." Lu Jian paused, his voice grave.
"It's just that the organization behind the scenes is the Floating City, which has always had an excellent reputation. It's unlikely that the Pan-World would release false rumors." She briefly reported the known situation to Director Yan, while trying to get more information from him.
Lu Jian was stunned when he suddenly received an urgent call from the staff on duty at the information office.
An invitation arrived suddenly in the middle of the night, delivered directly to headquarters. The item to be auctioned was a god, and His authority was explicitly stated.
With all the words combined, Lu Jian was in a daze and even thought he was dreaming, and that this was a prank by some unknown creature.
In the underworld, everything is governed by power. The different abilities of all living beings originate from the authority of a certain god.
The more favored one is by the gods, the greater one's power becomes.
Therefore, most major families in the underworld have their own gods and beliefs, and the family's similar inheritance ability also comes from this.
No one mentions God, yet all living beings follow Him. God is supreme.
How could any being be so arrogant as to auction off a god?
It's so absurd that even a toddler in the Otherworld who's just starting to remember things wouldn't believe it.
When Lu Jian rushed to the headquarters and confirmed that the seal on the invitation letter was genuine, he fell silent.
The city of Jiu had not received any relevant intelligence beforehand, and the incident was both outrageous and real.
Regardless of the circumstances, a god that can be clearly controlled is always superior to a god that is elusive and unfathomable to any family.
Regardless of his background.
Lu Jian waited anxiously for Director Yan's reply, but heard Director Yan chuckle lightly on the other end of the phone, his tone unhurried yet inexplicably tinged with a hint of pleasure, "No matter what information or deity it is, everything will be clear once you're there?"
Yanju's anchor is absolute fairness and the absolute maintenance of the order of the inner world.
She wasn't surprised at all by such a big event, nor was she in any hurry.
On the contrary, she seemed to have already seen through everything, and even held a somewhat nonchalant expectation.
Lu Jian's heart sank suddenly: "You're right. Then I'll wait for you at Novano Port?"
"I'm already inside." Director Yan said and hung up the phone, leaving only a busy tone in the receiver.
No way, this deity was an item provided by Director Yan for the auction, wasn't it?!
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While answering the phone, Yan Shi stared blankly out the window, his fingertips idly tracing across the screen, his attention already drifting away to the night outside.
Outside the floating auction house, the night was deep, and the moonlight was refracted into fragments, scattering on the layered buildings and outlining a dark blue silhouette.
On the other end of the phone, Lu Jian maintained her professional demeanor, remaining calm and composed, but she couldn't hide the unusual bewilderment and anxiety in her voice.
Yan Shi responded casually, perfunctorily dealing with his subordinates while his gaze wandered aimlessly out the window.
She counted the windows one by one, her gaze lazily sweeping over the layers of reflected glass until she saw a strange human-shaped object on the outer edge of a window on one of the sides.
Yan Shi: ...?
The humanoid object was still moving.
Using the uneven bricks of the auction house's exterior wall, I slowly climbed up along the window sill.
Due to the angle, Yan Shi could only see the top of her head, which was shrouded in a silvery veil of moonlight, as she quietly clung to the exterior wall of the high-rise building.
But slowly, the humanoid object got closer and closer to her.
What is it?
Yan Shi narrowed his eyes, subconsciously rested his chin on his finger, leaned forward slightly, and began to observe carefully.
Soon, she discovered that the thing was indeed getting closer and closer.
As the distance shortened and the angle of the light changed, the humanoid object's hair color finally became clear.
The warm, vibrant orange color appears soft and bright under the moonlight.
It's Lin Cai.
The outer walls were difficult to climb, and using spirit techniques might alert the countless puppets inside the auction house. Lin Cai relied solely on her physical abilities to move with difficulty between the walls.
The floating auction house has been floating in the air for so many years, and even if the puppets in the auction house are good at housework, they wouldn't be so idle as to clean the dust between the bricks of the outer wall.
As a result, Lin Cai struggled to crawl on this dusty wall, leaving clear gray marks with every step she took. The whole process was filled with a barbaric atmosphere that did not belong to modern civilization.
So Lin Cai looked disheveled at this moment.
After Yan Shi saw Lin Cai's full appearance, he fell silent for a moment, then burst out laughing.
No, what kind of strange protagonist is this?
She laughed and hung up Lu Jian's call, then casually unlatched the window, opened it, and looked down with interest at Lin Cai crawling towards her.
Then, she crossed her arms, leaned against the windowsill, and while watching the play, began to ponder a question: when would Lin Cai realize that someone was above her?
The night breeze drifted through the open window, gently ruffling Yan Shi's hair, and the moonlight made her eyes appear even softer.
Lin Cai finally climbed to the bottom of her window.
Lin Cai subconsciously looked up.
Their eyes met.
Yan Shi's gaze fell on her face, with a hint of a teasing smile. He even tilted his head in a friendly manner, as if to greet her.
Lin Cai: ...!
Her brain briefly went blank for a moment.
Yanlan sat lazily against the wall inside the window she was clinging to, pushed the window open, bent one leg, and loosely rested her wrist on her knee.
"Good evening."
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