Quadruple split.

Chapter 2891 Getting Involved
"betray!"

Gavin's eyes lit up again, and she looked at Mutar with great interest.

"betray……"

Ji Xiaodao repeated the sentence softly, his eyes lowered, seemingly not caring much about the motive.

"betray?"

Osiris frowned, his gaze towards Mutal becoming wary and fearful, as he mentally calculated whether he had the ability to subdue this 'great' astrologer.

"..."

Merlin didn't speak, but casually took out a shiny magic crystal plate and began to swipe across it at a dazzling speed. Clearly, he was more interested in analyzing Gahrez's 'experiment' than in discussing the betrayal Mutar had mentioned.

Wenqiu ran over to Merlin, seemingly wanting to see what game the short old man was playing. Then, after discovering that the screen was full of incomprehensible gibberish, she pouted and expressed her dissatisfaction by forcefully pulling Merlin's arm.

Gahres looked uneasily at Mutar in front of the King of Sin, and at Wenqiu who was trying to snatch the magic crystal board from Merlin. He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't utter a single word, his main concern being unease.

Standing in front of the door, Li Fu lowered his head deeply, drops of cold sweat sliding down his cheeks and bursting on the ground.

As for the King's Knight—

With a breathtaking, eerie, and ominous burst of black fighting energy, a longsword shrouded in dark frost, its hilt shaped like a goat's skull, was already at Mutar's neck.

"Watch your attitude, astrologer."

Dora Shika stared coldly at the man kneeling before her and said indifferently, "Or kill me and then speak rudely."

"I think……"

The King of Sin slightly raised his right hand, and then chuckled as his knight obediently sheathed his weapon. He looked down at Mutal's face, which was so calm it was unsettling, and which had become somewhat gaunt due to excessive weight loss in a short period of time: "Your so-called 'betrayal' shouldn't be considered a clumsy provocation, should it?"

"Praise the King."

Mutar gave a somewhat nervous smile and said seriously, "I am simply stating the facts, the facts that are beneficial to you and to our great cause."

"Go on."

The King of Sin leaned back slightly and sat on his chair, which no one could tell how he had appeared—a large, solemn, pitch-black chair that looked incredibly uncomfortable to sit in. After rejecting a friend request from Mu Xuejian, he slowly closed his eyes: "I'm listening."

Mutar nodded, then suddenly whispered a name: "Mr. Lefer Astor."

"!?"

Standing at the door, Li Fo suddenly shuddered, stiffly raising his head to stare at the man before him, who was almost certainly Mutar himself and who could kill him with a single sentence at any moment. He replied in the most polite tone possible, "I am here, Mr. Mutar."

"Could you please prepare dinner?"

Mutar smiled and said in a light tone, "I think there will be a small welcome party here in a few hours, and if Ms. Gavin or Ms. Dora were to handle it, the kitchen would likely suffer some very unnecessary damage, so... I'll have to trouble you to make the trip."

Li Fo paused for a moment, then gave a relieved smile and bowed, saying, "It is my honor."

"very good."

Mutar nodded and added, "By the way, I like Red Ridge Broth, and as for sake... you should be able to find me a bottle of Cold Spring from thirty years ago, that's all."

Having long since adapted to the work of a butler and knowing everything about the mansion, Li Fo bowed to Mutar again: "As you wish."

Having said that, he turned and left the room that made him increasingly uneasy, walking briskly towards the basement where a large amount of food was stored.

Li Fo understood, of course, that Mutar's decision to have him prepare dinner was most likely a tactful and respectable way of 'marginalizing' him, rather than a genuine request for the specifics of the meal. However, he did not resent this marginalization and even felt a considerable degree of relief.

It's clear that Li Fo Astor is a very self-aware person. That's why, despite his abilities not being outstanding among the remnants of the Sun Dynasty, he became the only one who managed to infiltrate Tianzhu Mountain without being eliminated. As for whether those high-level observers realized his identity, Li Fo didn't know and didn't want to know.

During his short time by the side of the King of Sin, Li Fo's original intention of simply winning over an ally whom Tianzhu Mountain regarded as an enemy, and thus consolidating the power of the remnants of the Sun Dynasty, had already changed.

For example...

Li Fo, who originally wanted to break into the inner circle of the King of Sin and follow him as a loyal servant, now only wants to escape the 'circle' he once longed for.

Perhaps behind that clearly defined 'line' there is a place for a young man like Gajres, but it certainly doesn't belong to Lefer Astor of the past, present, or future.

A tool who has a negligible voice, who can gain some favor by giving everything without reservation, whose disappearance is not a big deal, but whose existence would make things a little more convenient—this is how Li Fo sees himself, and it is also his most faithful inner desire.

Even more frightening, Li Fo realized that even this seemingly cheap and humble position could bring him 'gifts' that far exceeded the limits of his past imagination.

Whether it was the Tianzhu Mountain that he once looked down upon with cold indifference, arrogant and aloof, powerful and terrifying, or those unfathomable high-level observers who seemed to be able to see through all secrets and define all truths, in Li Fo's eyes at this moment, they had long lost their halo and become two simple nouns.

Tianzhu Mountain.

High-level observer.

These terms are no different from corpses, dregs, and insects in the eyes of the king.

Whenever he thought of this, Li Fo would tremble involuntarily. It was a release of suppressed emotions, as well as an arrogant sense of self-assurance.

Li Fu was intoxicated by this lucid madness, so he cherished his life even more and wanted to see more scenery.

Although... those were all landscapes that sent chills down his spine.

But so what?

Everyone has their own choices, and while LeFer Astor couldn't decide his own birth, he at least hoped to decide his own fate.

He wanted to see a higher view, even if it was just a terrifying drawing of hell.

He wanted to witness soberly an epic woven from sin, so he didn't want to succumb to madness prematurely.

In summary--

"I am clearly a considerate person."

After Li Fo left, Mutar chuckled and concluded.

"So..."

Osiris subconsciously reached up and touched his chin, which should have had a long beard, and asked curiously, "The reason you let Astor leave has nothing to do with the prophecy?"

“Strictly speaking, all my actions follow certain ‘rules’ and are dedicated to guiding the results toward a certain ‘purpose’, and these two keywords are absolutely not unrelated to ‘prophecy’.”

Mutal shrugged and said in a light tone, "But I don't know if Ms. Gavin and Ms. Dora will make a mess of the kitchen, or if there are any ingredients for the thirty-year-old cold spring water and the Red Ridge Broth here, nor have I made any related prophecies."

Wenqiu, who was annoyed because she couldn't get a tablet to play games, pouted and said angrily, "Liar."

“My little princess, you can’t call an astrologer a fraud just because he doesn’t predict everything all the time.”

Mutar made a face at Wenqiu and laughed, "I just didn't want to be spoiled by that Mr. Li Fo who was so easily startled. Although he hid it very well, it would be a little unseemly if he couldn't even relax at the most basic level."

Ji Xiaodao snorted, interrupting Mutar's overly long 'digression,' and said directly, "Explain."

"No problem, madam."

Mutar nodded readily, then turned his gaze to the seemingly dozing King of Sin and said softly, "This matter is actually not complicated. You can understand it as... under the irresistible force of fate, the three great astrologers inevitably turned their attention to the King as he gradually rose to power, which led to some regrettable consequences."

Ji Xiaodao's gaze sharpened slightly as he continued, "Have you noticed Mo's activities in the Southwest?"

“We haven’t noticed any action. Perhaps in your eyes, the war between the Chauvin Empire, the Griffin Dynasty, and the Dream Kingdom is spectacular enough, but an epic of this magnitude would never be noticed by a great astrologer.”

Mutar shook his head and said lazily, "As time goes by and dynasties rise and fall, there are no eternal heroes, but there will always be new heroes. Fortune, era, and time will wash away countless old things and bring countless new things. Those who are immersed in it may be poets, scholars, or speculators, but they will never be a great astrologer with outstanding talent."

Ji Xiaodao pursed his lips and said coldly, "So why are you all focusing your attention on him?"

No one paid any attention to the rising nobles of the Chauvin Empire, a brilliant young man known for his 'crime'.

Mutar smiled slightly and said leisurely, "We just happened to see the disaster at the same time, and noticed at the same time that not far from the long river, countless tributaries were converging and collapsing in the same direction, eventually converging into an incredibly simple, yet incredibly terrifying symbol."

This time, Ji Xiaodao did not press further, but simply stared at Mutar, his gaze growing cold.

“A rest symbol, a symbol that foreshadows ‘the end,’ ‘extinction,’ ‘the end.’”

Mutar sighed and explained softly, "That symbol is the 'end' of the 'future,' and our king is the 'end' of that 'symbol.'"

Although not entirely surprised by the answer, Ji Xiaodao still lowered his eyes, silently holding the longsword in his arms that seemed more decorative than practical, lost in thought.

The others were equally unsurprised by Mutar's explanation, and even seemed quite relaxed about it.

"That's not something we should see, but it's something we must see."

Mutar leaned back in his chair and calmly stated, “We are the natural enemy of that End… no, it should be said that the End must hunt down. The premise for this malice to exist is that we observe its existence and foresee its threat. But from that moment on, the moment the forer foresees the End, the End also descends upon the forer.”

Jiawen clapped her hands lightly and said with a smile, "A very good vicious cycle, as expected of the boss."

"I used to be a terrible forecaster too."

Osiris laughed and shook his head, saying, "I can fully imagine your situation at that time. I can only say that it was not only a vicious cycle, but also a dead end that was unavoidable and left no room for maneuver."

"not necessarily."

Merlin reluctantly raised his eyelids and said indifferently, "Isn't he still alive?"

"Because that is not 'death' in the true sense, Master Merlin."

Osiris pointed to himself and asked, "Besides... do you think I'm alive like this?"

Mutar nodded to Osiris with satisfaction and said, "A very accurate interpretation. As I said before, the Singer Mutar Kirabi is dead, and what appears before you now is the Destroyer Mutar Kirabi. The difference between the two is so great... it's like the difference between this young man's two arms."

"Uh……"

Completely unprepared for the other party to bring up the topic with him, Gajres awkwardly shrank his arms and lowered his head to minimize his presence.

I understand what you mean.

Ji Xiaodao then looked at Mutar again and said coldly, "But you just mentioned 'betrayal,' right?"

"Yes."

Mutal nodded without hesitation, and then said very frankly, "In the face of the end, no great astrologer gave up the struggle. Although Danmas Remedop sacrificed himself, he repaired a fatal loophole and left a 'seed'; although Diana A. Archizolti fell into eternal sleep, she tried to resist by burning everything she had in another way; and I... Mutal Kirabi's choice was to enter the game with my own body."

"The strategist personally enters the game and wins half a move against fate; it certainly sounds like a wonderful story."

Jiawen smiled approvingly, then asked with a playful tone, "But wasn't your way of entering the game a little too candid?"

"When deception is pointless, honesty is the only option."

"Is this your reason for trying to convince the boss?"

"No, this is just an answer to your question just now."

"So what do you plan to say..."

“I don’t need to convince him.”

"Oh?"

"After all, Wang knows very well that he needs my colleague."

Chapter 2882: The End