Chapter 116 The Riddler (Part Twelve)

In the swamp, Renn lay awkwardly like a mummy, needing help even to turn over; it was really difficult.

The shadow on the other side might be his arm, and that thin, wispy cloud might also be an arm. He felt disgusted every time he woke up and saw his own body.

If only I could have a different body.

What exactly is this power that teases and oppresses the soul? Where does that thing that keeps growing in the mind originate?

If he hadn't been to that cave, Raine would neither have gained the favor of those in high positions nor have had to obey that monster's orders. But was that a good thing or a bad thing?

“They found a riddle in Waldo’s house,” White said. “The riddle has nothing to do with the lost document, but I’m worried it’s related to the entrance.”

Renn lay listlessly in the mud, only his nose and eyes showing, like a rotten wooden stake.

"Go, get me a cigar."

By the time White brought the cigars back, Ryan had already turned over with the help of his servants.

He eagerly took the cigar, and the smoke grew thicker and thicker, forming a dense fog.

White seemed to see a limp, unshaven middle-aged man lost in a fog, his fingers trembling as he held a cigar, the smoke igniting his memories of the past.

The unseen and the immediate scene mingled together. The smoke took what it was holding, and a huge, active, meandering shadow moved wherever it went, leaving behind a viscous liquid.

White rubbed his eyes hard. When did his eyesight get so bad?

Suddenly, Raine stood up from the mist, two crocodile heads taller than his original self, but his body had become unusually thin.

White realized that this was not an illusion, because the other person was intentionally trying to talk to him.

"Were you scared when you first met me?"

"You're not Ryan! Who are you?"

"I am you, and you are me, do you understand? I am your will, the true thought in your heart, and a god who can grant you any wish."

"Any wish? Can you help me become a popular agent like Irenshere?"

"certainly."

Like a jellyfish swimming in water, this thing emitted tiny points of light with each movement. This feeling became a supernatural vision in White's eyes, as if he were lying flat and being carried into a mist by the faint floating clouds.

The sky suddenly lit up, revealing that this was another world!

All the light bulbs lit up, all the colleagues applauded, White's contribution to the alliance almost surpassed that of the high seat, perhaps even exceeded it, and the founder was willing to appear and sing hymns for White, everything was just as the dream wished.

Time passed, and when the fog cleared, Ryan reappeared clearly, having finished smoking all three cigars.

White stood there motionless, as if possessed by a ghost.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Renn asked.

Just a moment ago, White was a melancholy and gloomy person, but now he was smiling properly.

Ryan was completely baffled. The impression he had just had was completely different from the one he had now; it was two different personalities of White.

White himself didn't realize what was wrong with his mind. He slowly took a step, carefully looking around. His knees were almost touching the ground, feeling very heavy, but his body felt light.

In addition, White did things he couldn't do before: he ran the entire ring with a simple speed spell, and his invisibility spell, which usually lasted only one minute, could now last five minutes. Moreover, when he came out of invisibility, a strong killing intent would surge from his body.

My magic power is increasing exponentially, it feels amazing!

Undoubtedly, White had some kind of power at his disposal, and even felt that the people around him were clumsy and slow-moving, and that a surprise attack could bring them all to their knees.

This joy, this blissful feeling of looking down on one's fellow human beings, comes from nowhere.

How are you feeling?

'That's fantastic! Could you grant me a little more strength?'

'No, no, no, my good buddy, this power was always yours; it's just that those mediocre people prevented you from showcasing your talents.'

'I feel like I could take down two Irensheres in one go.'

"Aren't there opponents right ahead? Why don't you give it a try?"

He once again used invisibility and speed simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye, he tracked down the four agents.

Today's original plan was to start the investigation from the side cliff. Lisa had already obtained a cross-sectional map of the fortress, and it was confirmed that there were indeed cavities in the center of the underground and in a certain area near the north.

The people who drew this map marked the location of the hole with a prominent symbol to confirm that it was several kilometers long before being terminated by another symbol marked with a dotted line.

At this point, White can also be represented by a dotted line on the map, because the four agents did not discover White in his cloaked state.

"Aren't we going to wait for him?"

"Waiting for whom?"

"Who else? Of course, it's White."

"Oh, then wait another five minutes."

White felt completely integrated into nature, and with each breath he took, he felt a new version of himself.

In the past decade, his most successful mission was the assassination of a centaur from a dark force. Since then, his life has been a constant cycle of failure and mistakes. Today, no matter who gave him the courage and boldness, he has to try and see if that dagger, which hasn't been stained with blood for so long, is still any good.

He targeted Lisa, the most troublesome and annoying woman, whom he couldn't approach, either mentally or physically, and delivered a devastating backstab.

'What are you doing? Trying to gain points for yourself using such despicable methods?'

'Don't listen to him, hurry up and get on it!'

'The agents' weapons are for the enemy. If you want to remain in the Alliance, keep that in mind.'

'It was so close, just a tiny bit more!'

'Whose chattering voice is that? Don't you have a body of your own?'

'You've missed another golden opportunity. You're only fit to be Ryan's dog.'

'Don't argue in my head!'

Suddenly, White shut down all the sensory channels in his body. A drop of blood fell on the fake breast collar, a second on the leather boot, and a sharp dagger turned into something that kept swaying at his fingertips.

He cut the fingers of his right hand with the dagger in his left hand in front of Lisa, thus rendering the invisibility spell ineffective.

Everyone stared at Mr. White with curiosity, as if they had seen a madman walking by touching the wall.

His body was so heavy, clumsy, and weak that it seemed to be the result of his magic being depleted, which made him unable to stand up from his knees.

Billy, on the other hand, didn't see anything amiss and went to help him up.

"Are you alright, Mr. White? Everyone said they'd have to wait five minutes for you. There's no need to rush like this."

White treated Billys with special care because of his special concern for him.

"It's none of your business. I just tripped and cut my finger. You can investigate all you want, I can keep up."

Mr. White didn't seem to need any help, so everyone continued heading towards the cliff side of the fortress.