Chapter 500 How to spend the end of life

"I will lock you up and make sure no one can kill you!"

Amber Xiu was stunned by what the Withered Rose said. Is there still such a trick?

But Amber Xiu had no choice but to refuse.

"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. The future I foresee is not decent, and I don't want to be seen by anyone."

Withered Rose was still not ready to give up, and asked: "Then tell me, who killed you? I will help you kill the murderer right now."

Melina also stood up excitedly and said to Amber Xiu: "That's right, father, together we can try to kill even the gods!"

They just don't believe it.

Amber Xiu could only smile and say, "Well, since you still insist, I will try my best. I will make an analysis based on the future I see. I will ask for your help after I have studied all the details of the prophecy."

Hearing what Amber Xiu said, Withered Rose finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was just afraid that Amber Xiu had given up. As long as he could keep his confidence, he would be able to solve everything with his wisdom.

After repeatedly telling Amber to keep in touch at any time, Withered Rose reluctantly took Melina back to the dark hell.

But when Amberxiu sent the two of them into the teleportation array and the light dissipated, a middle-aged man with a decadent temperament appeared again.

He was dressed in minstrel garb and plucked the strings of his lute.

Amber was about to speak when she heard the man start singing.

"Oh, my dear friend, you are leaving me, and I can only play the song alone here that no one listens to..."

These straightforward and uncultured lyrics and uncomfortable chords are definitely from the poet.

Amberxiu waited awkwardly for the poet to finish singing the farewell song, and then clapped his hands against his will.

The poet bowed politely to express his gratitude, and then he crushed the lute into a dark shadow. Then he said to Amber Xiu: "You are almost dead, and you still dare not tell the truth? This song is actually very unpleasant to you."

An Boxiu said awkwardly: "It seems that my acting skills are not very good."

The poet put away his joking expression, patted Amber Xiu's shoulder and said, "You are a lich, you don't even have skin, where do you get the expression, where do you get the acting skills? But no matter how well you act, I know very well that my music is unpleasant to you. Because my soul is not made up of the same structure as yours, the music I like is just noise to others."

Now Amberxiu was even more embarrassed. He had just praised the poet's "musical taste", but it turned out that the poet knew everything.

The poet did not intend to embarrass Amber Xiu any further, and just said to him: "I heard everything just now. You were lying to Qiangwei and your daughter. You have actually given up, right?"

Amber Xiu said helplessly: "Outsiders cannot understand the power of fate. My death is inevitable. Delaying time will only make things worse. After I regained the power of fate, I was actually prepared, but death came faster than I thought."

"You still have one chance to be reborn," the poet reminded.

The last time he listened to the poet's music, Amber got three chances to be reborn. He tricked Rose once, tricked Shar the second time, and the effect of the last rebirth is still maintained.

But Amber Xiu smiled and said, "It seems that you, Senior Poet, don't understand the meaning of fate. It will be useless even if you give me ten thousand chances to be reborn."

The poet was surprised by Amber's frankness, which was completely different from his usual behavior in the chat group.

"I'm curious about what you see in the future."

Amber Xiu said with emotion: "That was so embarrassing. I don't really want to describe the scene at that time."

"Even though you knew you would die in a disgraceful manner, would you accept it?"

“It’s not a matter of whether I accept it or not, it’s the fact. But please rest assured that I will not end my life in a hasty manner.

"My senior brother, he only wanted to restore the glory of his family in his life. The moment he met death, he chose to sacrifice himself to save the entire kingdom. Selwyn has been hiding from fate all his life, but he has never given up fighting against fate. At the last moment, he still left his last hope to me. I am also a prophecy mage, I can't lose to them."

"Well, I'm not a believer in fate. After all, when I was born, the fate of this world was just a mess. This is for you. Shar asked me to give it to you. I was thinking there was no need to rush, but I didn't expect you to suddenly... Maybe this thing can bring you some hope."

"What did Shar give me?"

Amberxiu took a ball of black smoke from the poet with confusion, and after sensing it for a moment, he showed a shocked expression.

"This is all the knowledge of the Dark Web? How could Shar give this to me?"

Amberxiu was very clear about the value of this thing. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was equivalent to a priesthood. Shar had been busy for most of her life trying to replace the position of the Goddess of Magic. This was the result of Her research, and she was giving it away now?

Once Amber has mastered the above knowledge, it means that the Magic Goddess has also learned this knowledge, and Shar will never have a chance.

"Wait, the one above is...Karsas's Ascension Spell!"

Amber's hands were shaking. This spell was too famous. It was said that this spell could instantly turn a person into a god. It was much more powerful than the wish spell, because Karsus's ascension spell replaced the position of the goddess of magic. What was even more outrageous was that the last person who cast this spell succeeded.

Although it was only for a moment, Karsus did replace the position of the Goddess of Magic and became the master of the magic network, and then he was blown up along with the magic network.

Then this spell was banned by the second generation magic goddess and became a magic that could never be used.

Amber Xiu said doubtfully: "Sha'er wants me to cast this spell to help him get rid of the magic goddess? Is he crazy? How could I do this?"

The poet smiled and said, "I also thought it was impossible, but now it seems not to be the case. Aren't you going to die soon? What death is more memorable than blowing up the magic goddess? Could this be fate's arrangement?"

Amberxiu put away the dark aura, and the poet's suggestion made him fall into deep thought.

However, he didn't really want to blow up the goddess of magic. Regardless of whether it was possible to succeed, he had no grudge against the goddess of magic, so why would he provoke this powerful goddess? But the appearance of Karsas's ascension spell gave Amberxiu a strange feeling, because in the future he saw, he seemed to die in the magic circle of this spell.

Originally, Amberxiu couldn't recognize what kind of magic circle was depicted in the blurry picture, but after taking a quick look at the content of Karsas's ascension to the godhood just now, Amberxiu felt that the two magic circles were very similar.

"I certainly wouldn't cast this spell to get myself killed, so why on earth would I appear there?"

Amber was thinking, and the poet couldn't help asking, "What are your plans next?"

"arrange?"

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"You are about to die, are you really going to do nothing?" the poet asked curiously.

The lich had previously said that he would not end his life in a hasty manner. The deaths of the two previous prophecy wizards also left a strong mark, so the lich should learn from them.

Would he take the time to record what he had learned throughout his life and pass it on?

Or use world compilation techniques to leave behind a world wonder similar to the golden desert?

Or would he give up everything he has now, change the way he lives, and really make sacrifices for world peace? The poet is looking forward to it, and he is eager to see Amber's transformation.

Because he really liked the lich in front of him. Even though he knew nothing about music, he was the most interesting "friend" he had met in recent years.

In the past, when people boasted about heroes, they always said that mortal bodies were on par with gods. However, this sentence is a bit inappropriate when applied to Amberxiu. It should be said that mortal bodies are deceiving gods.

As long as he is alive, the world becomes interesting.

The poet wanted to remind Amber that as long as he could transcend his own desires, the president would let him take over the position of the God of Death.

If this lich were to become the god of death, I think the world would become a lot more interesting.

As long as he accepts the priesthood of the god of death, the so-called fate of death will not affect him.

How can the god of death die? If he controls the concept of death, he will have countless clones at the same time, each in every stage of death, or he will be completely above this concept and will not be affected at all.

Every god of death has a different understanding of death, but they all possess true immortality.

But the poet was also very clear about President Jaeger's standards. If he reminded him, it would mean that Amber would lose the chance to compete. "Jaeger's old-fashioned personality likes this kind of twists and turns. I really don't know what's so fun about being a riddler."

The poet can only hope now that Amberxiu can figure it out on his own.

Death is near, it's time for this lich to wake up.

Come on, transcend your desires, transcend your greedy nature, think about a more meaningful life, you will get more and can completely avoid this death.

"How many days do you have left and what are you going to do?" the poet asked.

"I plan to speed up the construction of the alchemy factory, collect funds quickly, and then withdraw funds from other businesses to make a fortune. As for the World Peace Conference, it must also be accelerated. Let those kings come as soon as possible, reach cooperation as soon as possible, and make a fortune..."

Amber said a lot of things that left the poet stunned.

"Wait, stop it. I'm not asking you what to do with your business. I'm asking you about your life. Your life is about to end. What should you do now?"

Amber Xiu said calmly: "We should make a lot of money."

poet:……

This lich is only thinking about making money. He is hopeless.

(End of this chapter)