Chapter 1530 The Deceiver <TOC> Chapter 1532 Super Dimensional
Translator: SumTLMan
The moment the Deceiver stepped into the Boundless Arena, Angel was taken aback.
Even though the Deceiver was wearing a jester’s mask, even though he was in disguise, Angel recognized him instantly.
This contestant, who seemed to be imitating the persona of the “Milk Baron,” did indeed share some connection with Angel.
Both of them hail from the lineage of Phantom Island.
However, the Deceiver didn’t actually reside on Phantom Island; he lived in the Rogue Flower Society.
The Rogue Flower Society falls under the jurisdiction of Flora.
And this Deceiver is none other than Flora’s disciple——Spivey.
Today’s Spivey might be unknown to many, virtually inconspicuous even in the Savage Grottoes. However, if you mention his former name, it would likely be universally recognized…
“I notice your gaze has been fixated on that Deceiver. It seems like you recognize him?” At this moment, Farina, who had finished explaining the rules, turned to Angel.
Angel hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Yes, I hadn’t seen his face before, so I didn’t know who he was. Now that I’ve seen him in person, I do recognize him.”
“And who is he?” Farina curiously inquired.
“He’s actually also from the Phantom Island lineage. He’s Flora’s disciple. As far as I know, he never participated in Sky Tower before, so this is the first time I’ve heard of him. His name is… Spivey.”
“I think I’ve heard Liana mention that Flora took in a new disciple; it turns out it’s him,” Farina paused, then added, “His name is Spivey, you say? That’s an interesting name indeed.”
“Master of Deception Spivey, a legendary wizard from five thousand years ago,” said Kemone from across the way, suddenly interjecting. “It seems this imposter is aiming to emulate the path of the Master of Deception, not just bearing the same name but also adopting a similar title.”
Upon hearing Kemone, Angel’s expression subtly morphed into something odd. “Old Night Wizard, you seem well-acquainted with Spivey?”
Kemone shook his head, “I don’t have much research on Spivey per se, but I once had a close friend who was very interested in studying him and even collected some artifacts Spivey left behind.”
As Kemone spoke of his friend, a glimmer of melancholy flashed in his eyes.
“However, he eventually fell in Sleepless City, with even his soul missing.”
Farina: “Ah, fell in Sleepless City? Kemone, are you talking about… the Little Demon?”
Kemone solemnly nodded, “Yes, it’s precisely the Little Demon Grak.”
Farina frowned, “I thought his soul had already returned to the Twilight’s Edge. So it still hasn’t been found?”
Farina pondered for a moment, “Did you ask any prophecy wizards to search for him?”
Kemone nodded, “My mentor asked Azathoth to search, but so far, there has been no news.”
As Kemone mentioned Azathoth, Hydra, sitting on the other side, had one of its three heads subtly turn. Although the head did not open its eyes, its focus seemed to be directly on Kemone.
“Azathoth can’t find a single soul?” Hydra softly questioned.
This was the first time Angel had heard Hydra speak. The voice was extremely low and carried a very peculiar accent. The tone felt subdued, but upon closer reflection, it induced an oppressively discomforting sensation — like standing before a stormy sea on the verge of unleashing its fury, damp, stifling, and fraught with undercurrents.
“Yes, he hasn’t found it,” Kemone said.
“Could it be that even Azathoth can’t find this soul, or is there something more to it…” Hydra muttered to himself, his voice trailing off.
Azathoth, also known as the “Step After Past Life,” is one of the eighteen Observers of the Crown Star Church.
Hydra, dubbed the “Guardian of the Dead Sea,” is also an Observer at the Crown Star Church.
In the Southern Region, most wizards are aware that Hydra has an eccentric personality. Even as an Observer, he doesn’t have many friends within the Crown Star Church. However, his relationship with Azathoth is an exception — a bond stronger than most. No one knows the reason, but rumors circulate that it’s because both are non-human in form. Hydra appears as a three-headed sea monster, while Azathoth is a skeleton, which might explain their mutual understanding.
Of course, whether these rumors are true is anybody’s guess. But there’s no denying their close relationship.
Take the present moment, for instance. Kemone noticed that Hydra was particularly interested in a soul that even Azathoth couldn’t find. Seizing the opportunity, Kemone spoke up, hoping to enlist Hydra’s assistance in locating the missing soul of Grak.
Hydra flatly refused: “If Azathoth has already looked and couldn’t find it, then there’s no point in my searching either.”
Whether or not the soul of the “Little Demon” Grak could be found, if Hydra intervened, it would be the equivalent of meddling in a transaction between Azathoth and Twilight’s Edge. This would undoubtedly make Azathoth uncomfortable.
As Azathoth’s close friend, it would be neither logically nor emotionally feasible for Hydra to interfere.
Moreover, since Azathoth holds the title of “Step After Past Life,” his expertise in soul-searching is far superior to Hydra’s. If he couldn’t find it, it’s either genuinely unfindable or there’s more to the story… something left unsaid.
Kemone, having been turned down, wore a face of consternation.
Angel watched the unfolding scene silently. On the surface, his face was placid, but deep inside, he felt a sense of unsettling peculiarity.
That’s because the very soul they were vehemently discussing was actually right in front of them.
Angel’s gaze shifted to the Boundless Arena, focusing on “The Deceiver” Spivey, who wore a jester mask.
Spivey is indeed his real name, but the name he originally went by was actually… Grak.
That is to say, he was the ‘Little Demon’ who used to give the Twilight’s Edge endless headaches.
In the judges’ chamber, a hush fell as topics of discussion ran dry. Just then, the narrator outside finally finished introducing all the regular judges, and it was time for the guest judges.
“Up next, we have our specially invited guest judges for this occasion!” said the narrator. “First up, not only is she the most enchanting Witch of the Ocean, but she is also a member of the Research Institute, known by the nickname…”
As the narrator spoke, Farina chuckled within the judges’ chamber, saying, “It looks like it’s my turn.”
With those words, Farina rose from her seat and walked to the center of the room, where a short-distance teleportation formation was located.
Farina vanished from sight, and simultaneously, on the floating judges’ seat outside the Boundless Arena, Farina appeared, her attire shimmering with a faint, watery light.
Farina’s arrival provoked a wave of cheers from the audience. Not to mention her identity as a member of the Research Institute, her sheer beauty alone was a wellspring of enchantment that drove people wild.
Just when the audience’s excitement had reached a fever pitch, the narrator announced the second guest judge, “Old Night” Kemone.
Compared to Farina, the applause for Kemone was considerably subdued. However, this was to be expected, as he was merely standing in for Lord Graves.
The audience’s reaction was muted, but within the Boundless Arena, the Deceiver, who had thus far been indifferent to the outside world, shifted his gaze slightly upon seeing Kemone projected on the overhead screen.
When Spivey was operating as the ‘Little Demon’ Grak, Kemone had been one of his best friends.
Now, under these circumstances, seeing Kemone again felt like a dream revisited.
The third special guest judge to make an appearance was Angel, who thought it was his turn. However, the narrator announced, “This is an emissary from the mysterious oceanic territories, one of the Observers from the Crown Star Church…”
Without a doubt, it must be Hydra.
Angel’s expression became slightly peculiar. Does this mean he’s been saved for last?
He already found it slightly embarrassing to make a grand entrance one by one in front of everyone, and now, being the final act was like adding insult to injury.
As Hydra took the stage, only one seat remained floating in mid-air.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense; nearly everyone was looking at the empty seat, speculating who the final special guest judge would be.
In a VIP room within the vast arena, Gloria was also looking at the floating seat. She quietly asked Liana beside her, “The last seat should be Angel’s. His nickname will probably be announced then. What do you think his nickname will be?”
Liana: “Why, didn’t he tell you?”
“I asked him, but he didn’t tell me,” Gloria shook her head. “I heard from Sanders that Angel doesn’t have much aesthetic sense when it comes to naming. I suspect he’s chosen a rather poor nickname and is too embarrassed to tell me.”
A poor nickname? Liana couldn’t help but recall what David had told her about Angel’s previous nickname in the Sky Tower competition. She shrugged, “I think it should be fine, it can’t get any worse.”
Gloria nodded, “True, I actually think the rumored title ‘Illusion Music Box Magician’ is not bad at all. His music boxes are indeed unparalleled, and I doubt anyone in the Southern Region could replicate them.”
Especially the music boxes infused with Mysterious Objects.
“Speaking of which, what will his nickname focus on?” Liana asked, “Illusions, or alchemy?”
Generally speaking, a nickname often serves as a code for oneself and usually relates to one’s inherent talents. Of course, there are also nicknames that are completely irrelevant or arbitrarily chosen. For instance, the nickname of the “Mediocre” Muse has always been the subject of ridicule.
However, considering Angel’s personality, it’s unlikely that the nickname would stray far from his natural aptitudes. He probably oscillates between illusion and alchemy.
Which will he lean towards?
“I think he’s leaning more towards alchemy; after all, that’s what he’s most well-known for right now,” Gloria stated.
“But his illusions are also pretty good, and besides…” Liana wanted to mention something about the “Nightmare Soul,” but considering Gloria was an outsider, she ultimately refrained. Instead, she said, “Lord Phantom Master places a greater emphasis on training him in illusion. So, I feel his nickname might lean more towards that.”
As they were speculating, the narrator, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up again.
“Next up is someone whom I believe everyone present will find quite familiar. His name has been one of the most frequently mentioned in Sky Mechanical City over recent years.”
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