Mystery: Chaos Path

“I'm quite certain that Hytel is also one of the members who received a divine oracle, so… He must have recognized who the other person was, that's why he's working so hard.” Sia thought of this, and her heart skipped a beat, leading her to a less-than-pleasant guess.

Could it really be the return of the God of Death?

For Him, that would truly be worse than the Uniqueness being controlled by the Night.

After all, Sia was very clear about how cold and ruthless the former God of Death, His Majesty the Underworld Emperor, was. He would definitely eliminate her, this existence that had tainted the Sequence 1 characteristics, without hesitation, and wouldn't show mercy just because she was a so-called descendant.

“Investigate, investigate again all those who received divine oracles before. I must know who that God of Death they saw was.” Sia immediately ordered.

She had actually arranged for people to investigate once before, but most of those who received the oracle were tight-lipped about it, so nothing useful was discovered.

But now, faced with the possibility that the old fogey God of Death might really be back, Sia was a little flustered, so she issued a death order.

After her subordinate acknowledged the order and left, Sia patted her chest and comforted herself, “It can't be His Majesty the Underworld Emperor, He… would never be so benevolent.”

… …

The Death Consul naturally didn't know that His actions had made the Pale Empress suspect the old fogey God of Death had returned, forgetting Himself, and frantically wanting to find out who was behind the “God of Death”.

But even if He knew, He probably wouldn't care.

The Death Consul was just intently focused on the chessboard in front of Him, holding a black piece in His hand, thinking for several seconds before placing the piece on the board.

Meanwhile, Klein, across from Him, held a white piece, his eyes lighting up. With a “smack,” he placed the piece, and it was a string of five, clearly winning the game.

That's right, after dealing with the matters of the Aurora Order, the Death Consul, out of curiosity, took a look at the chessboard in front of Klein and Amon, and was introduced to the existence of Gomoku by a busybody, and then was persuaded to start playing.

This was already the sixth game the Death Consul had played, and He lost each game quickly.

As for the others, Little Amon had gone to class with Will, as he had many lessons to learn today.

Medici was busy again, after all, with the Aurora Order being shaken up so violently by the Death Consul, a drastic upheaval was almost inevitable. He could just take the opportunity to make some arrangements in advance, so that he could swallow the Aurora Order in one go when it was time to close the net.

“Jack Jones” was dragged by Medici to help, in the latter's words—your master-disciple affairs can't all be left to me, you need someone to help.

It could be seen that Medici might have really been working overtime too much lately, and already had the resentment of a workhorse towards the boss.

Lucifer sat quietly to the side, drinking tea and watching the Death Consul and Klein play chess, probably also because of this reason that Klein didn't dare to hold back at all this time, resulting in a six-game winning streak.

“Sorry, Mr. Death Consul.” Although Klein won, he was not arrogant or complacent, but smiled a little embarrassedly.

“It's alright.” The Death Consul shook His head, and looked at Klein, suddenly seeming to think of something, adding: “You can call me Mr. Azik directly.”

“Uh, actually, I didn't think you weren't the same person, different titles are just for better distinction…” Klein shook his head and said sincerely, “Of course, I don't deny that I am indeed more familiar with the current Mr. Azik than with you.”

This was the truth, Klein had never regarded the Death Consul and Azik as two people, although he was certainly more familiar with the current Azik, the Death Consul was somewhat distant to Klein after all.

The Death Consul nodded when he heard this. He lowered his head and put the black pieces on the chessboard back in order, and before the next game started, he suddenly said:

“You can also get to know me.”

Klein was stunned for a moment, he looked at the Death Consul with some surprise, thought about it, and then said seriously: “I am getting to know you, Mr. Death Consul.”

After a pause, Klein suddenly smiled, and said with a little emotion: “Actually, when I first learned of your existence, I was once very worried.”

The Death Consul looked at him in confusion and asked, “Worried about what?”

“Worried that Mr. Azik would be swallowed by the past, worried that he would no longer be himself, worried that the teacher I was familiar with would never come back…” Klein didn't hide anything, and whispered his true thoughts. He suddenly looked up at the Death Consul, and smiled easily: “Until I saw you, I suddenly realized that I was just worrying needlessly. Mr. Azik has always been Mr. Azik, even though He has made many mistakes, but your essence has never changed.”

The Death Consul probably didn't expect Klein to say this, and was stunned for a moment. He looked at Klein in silence for a long time, before revealing a slightly gentle smile, and said: “I am very happy that you can think that way, that's very good.”

At this moment, the Death Consul seemed like Azik again.

He paused, and suddenly looked at Klein seriously: “I am also very happy to be able to meet you, Klein, to me, you are like a child. I have only seen such existences in stories, and now…”

“I finally have everything in the story, this is really good.”

Klein was obviously a little embarrassed by such direct words. He smiled, reached out and scratched his hair, before coughing softly and muttering: “Is this something that can be said directly…”

Obviously, Klein, who was inherently more inclined to be reserved, didn't expect the Death Consul to be so straightforward.

“Why can't it be said?” The Death Consul looked at him puzzled, this was not acting, but He was really very puzzled by this.

“It's not that it can't be said, it's just, um, how should I put it, I would feel embarrassed…” Klein hesitated, and explained, “People on our side are more reserved in expressing emotions, some things are not said so directly.”

“Don't understand.” The Death Consul shook His head in incomprehension. He looked at Klein and suddenly asked: “You don't like it?”

“Not really.” Klein immediately shook his head.

“So there's nothing wrong with this, you like it, that's very good.” The Death Consul obviously had his own understanding, and nodded.

“Heh!” Luo Lin, who was quietly drinking tea beside him, couldn't help but laugh at this time. He looked at the Death Consul and Klein, and said leisurely: “The two of you look like one is cat-like and the other is dog-like.”

“What does that mean?” The Death Consul looked at him in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

“Don't worry too much, it's just a metaphor, of course you can also understand it as a compliment.” Luo Lin said with a smile.

“Oh.” The Death Consul obviously didn't dwell on anything, and nodded.

Klein's smile was a little helpless, he could see that Mr. Lucifer really liked fluffy things.

Of course, this was normal, Klein himself also liked fluffy things, but he wouldn't want to turn others into fluffy things.

Just then, Klein suddenly noticed that Azik's body trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

“Mr. Azik, are you alright?”