Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

"Haha, you do indeed possess unparalleled charm, it's just a pity that I've lost that desire for a long time."

The shopkeeper in the purple cloak let out a sinister laugh, seemingly unconcerned that he had lost his sexual function.

For those who don't have that kind of desire, Ahri's charm is essentially diminished.

"However, judging from your appearance, you must have a dark and mysterious past, or at least some fascinating legendary stories... Do you have any urgent questions for me, Miss?"

“Thank you, but no need,” Ahri frowned and replied warily. “I’ll wander around some more.”

Although the things that attract her seem to be right here, Ahri's instincts tell her that this place isn't quite right.

There seemed to be a well-hidden, extremely uncomfortable and repulsive energy swirling around.

“You probably won’t find another pair of Imeros Stones on this market,” the shopkeeper in the purple cloak said, nodding to the Sun Stone in Ahri’s hand. “The only pair left is in your hands.”

Ahri felt a shiver run down her neck and couldn't help but take a few steps closer.

However, she remained vigilant and did not let excitement cloud her judgment.

"You recognize these things? They're not from this world."

These two sunstones come from the continent of Valoran and have been with him since birth.

Logically speaking, people in this dimension should have no idea about this thing at all. After all, they are not in the same dimension. Even an omniscient and omnipotent creator god would not know about things in other dimensions.

Of course, there's another possibility, for example... that the shopkeeper in the purple cloak is also from Valoran?!

The shopkeeper in the purple cloak glanced at Ahri, a sinister smile creeping onto his face hidden beneath the cloak.

“This is indeed an Imero stone, although this is the first time I’ve seen a real one in person.” The shopkeeper in the purple cloak shrugged and said, “The maker made very few sunstones in his lifetime, most of which were broken up during the war. This is an absolute treasure, without a doubt.”

Like a wise and knowledgeable sage, the shopkeeper in the purple cloak calmly recounted the origin of the sunstone in Ahri's hand.

Only a pair of sunstones can unleash terrifying power; a broken sunstone is no different from an ordinary small stone.

The purple cloak shopkeeper's words seemed to pique Ahri's interest, and she decided to listen further.

"Shop owner, shall I address you like this?"

"You can call me Prophet. Malzahar, it's nice to meet you, member of the League of Legends."

Chapter 95 The Void Prophet - Malzahar!

"Prophet. Malzahar? Are you... from Valoran?"

“That’s right, I was once a member of the Shurima Empire.”

"Shurima...the legendary ancient kingdom? How did you come to this world?"

"Haha, it's strange to wake up here after a good night's sleep." Malzahar waved his hand and said, "Alright, now it's time for your divination. Investigating my identity is pointless. Actually, I'm quite confident in my divination skills."

"Ok."

"Then, let's come in and discuss this in detail."

Malzaha stood up from his makeshift stall and walked straight to the person behind him.

Ahri wrapped her cloak around her shoulders, seemingly showing a slight interest in this former member of Valoran.

Following behind Malzahar, we bypassed the stall and climbed into a caravan whose walls were decorated with animal skins.

"Would you like some tea?" Malzahar handed Ahri a cup of freshly brewed hot tea and said, "The tea leaves are from the continent of Valora."

"Ah."

Ahri took the cup of hot tea and took a small sip.

This tea has a bitter oak bark flavor, wrapped in a rich honey aroma.

It feels a bit strange, but it's not bad.

"Alright, we don't need to be so vigilant here. Put your cloak down."

"..." Ahri hesitated for a moment, "Okay."

After removing the cloak that concealed its body, nine fluffy white fox tails were revealed.

Deep purple, waist-length, smooth hair; soft fox ears that change with her mood; and golden, dazzling beast eyes. On Ahri's delicate little face, there are three fox scratches on each side.

Wearing a red and white fox-fashion dress, she possesses a stunningly beautiful appearance, much like the nine-tailed fox Daji in Chinese mythology.

An irresistible charm emanated from her.

However, as Malzahar said, he had long since lost that ability, so he could only admire Ahri's stunning beauty without any other thoughts.

"Could I borrow the sunstone to take a look?"

Ahri didn't answer, but the way she held the sunstone tightly seemed to prove her stance.

“It seems they have special meaning to you,” Malzahar said, unconcerned. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to sell stolen sunstones; it would damage the prophet’s reputation.”

Can you tell me where they come from?

As Ahri asked, she carefully handed over the sunstone.

Malzahar took the sunstone and held it up to the light to observe it.

"So beautiful, I never imagined they could fit together so perfectly, it's simply unparalleled in the world."

Ahri remained silent. Curious, she stopped in her tracks, staring intently at the purple-cloaked shopkeeper, a former member of the Shurima Empire.

"Legend has it that there was a sculptor named Imero who collected divine stones that had accumulated the essence of the sun for thousands of years and carved them into exquisite and complex shapes. Anyone who possessed a pair of these divine stones could unleash terrifying power. Moreover, he also crafted many accessories for these divine stones, which could allow the solar power within them to be exerted even more perfectly."

Malzahar placed two golden stones in front of Ahri, shook them, and said.

"Just as your past has left you with mysterious clues, these two stones may also have other parts that, when fully combined, could form a different shape. No one knows what you will become in the end as you trace your roots. If you can find the remaining parts, you may have unexpected gains."

"It's all just nice talk."

Ahri said in a low voice, her eyes still fixed on the former Shurima man.

For some reason, Ahri felt a vague unease emanating from him, and this ominous premonition grew stronger with the passage of time. "..." After a moment of silence, Malzahar chuckled softly. "A touch of truth, a touch of creation; the answer woven by the diviner must be flawless." "A completely meaningless answer."

Ahri said somewhat discontentedly as she took back her Sunstone from Malzahar.

He spoke in such a mystical way, but nobody knew whether he actually knew the truth or was just making it up on the spot.

"Alright, as a prophet, I'll have to show off a bit of my real skills and predict your love fortune. My accuracy rate for predictions has been over 99% so far."

"No need." "Really?"

Faced with Ahri's silence and hesitation, Malzahar drew a tarot deck in his hand. ...Please give me flowers...

As if drawn by some kind of energy, the tarot cards shifted and floated in front of Ahri, a total of seventy-eight cards. "Come on, draw one randomly; your love fortune is among them." "Okay..."

With a heart full of anxiety, Ahri, a young girl, was also very uneasy about her love life.

With his eyes closed, he randomly drew a tarot card and handed it to Malzahar, the prophet. "How is it?"

"Your love fortune is very good."

After looking at this tarot card, it's clear that Malzahar isn't one to boast; he does indeed possess considerable skill in divination. "Your future love fortune seems to involve your boss."

0……0 "A black-haired, red-eyed person from another world who possesses boundless skills."

"However, you'd better be careful, because you'll have many rivals vying for your affections."

The ambiguous accounts of Malzahar's divinations never specified any particular name.

Ahri was also slightly disappointed by this.

Sure enough, relying on divination to predict future love fortunes is unreliable. "Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." "Wait, not yet."

Ahri suddenly felt a numbness in her body, as if her limbs were out of her control and she was immobilized in place.

There were many magical elements floating in the surrounding air, but they seemed to be affected by some force and could not be mobilized.

Malzahar stood up, his indifferent gaze meeting Ahri's questioning look, causing her nine fluffy white fox tails to bristle instantly. "No need for futile struggles. That tea was made with an extremely rare herb born in the Void, powerful enough to paralyze a demigod." "The Void...?"

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am Malzahar, the Void Prophet." The purple cloak silently melted away, revealing Malzahar completely merged with the Void.

Its entire body is filled with the power of the void that devours everything, making any living being feel disgusted by it.

Dragon-level threat: Malzahar, the Void Prophet! Mountain.

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Chapter 96 Fire Charm! A Flash of Remy's Aid!

In the process of the birth of the vast universe, a scream announced the beginning of the void.

The void represents some unknowable nothingness beyond the realm of existence.

It is an insatiable hunger, waiting for eternity until its masters, the mysterious watchers, give the order, bringing about the final dissolution of all things.

When mortals are touched by this power, it is as if they have glimpsed the illusion of eternity, and the excruciating pain they suffer is enough to crush even the strongest will.

The void is inhabited by many creations, which usually possess only very primitive cognitive abilities, because they are given only one goal—to bring about the complete annihilation of the universe.

The void is growing, the void is constantly adapting, and the evolutionary speed of void creatures is undoubtedly terrifying. "The earth will eventually disappear, the sun will eventually dry up, the heavens will eventually fall… they will all come." "The void is the salvation of this universe!"

"Bore before the void, or be swallowed by it!"

"We shall not be swayed by the years, nor challenge the will of fate." "Lost sheep, throw yourselves into the embrace of emptiness!"

Like a fanatical believer, Malzahar opened his arms wide and spoke in a hoarse voice.