What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"Any more questions?" The usually impatient conman suddenly seemed to enjoy being an encyclopedia.

“There’s one more.” Jiuge held her breath.

"What?" The conman turned to the side.

"Just who is your boss?" Jiuge asked cautiously.

She knew that this "boss" was most likely someone like Phantom or Phantom's superior.

Furthermore, this person must have a profound and influential relationship with the association.

"It's a secret because it involves a powerful, living figure in the mortal realm," the old conman replied slowly.

Chapter 317 Phantom (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

After walking for about ten minutes, An Chen and his group finally reached the end of the tunnel.

The tunnel was tinged with blue-gray by the outside light, and looking out, apart from the gray ground, the sky was a deep blue.

"It's blue outside?" For a moment, Jiuge even had the illusion that she had come to the bottom of the sea.

"I used a magical artifact to go directly to our territory through the tunnel," the conman explained, touching his skull.

"Are all those extraordinary people you mentioned inside?" An Chen asked calmly.

You can't tell any of his inner emotions just by looking at his expression.

"Yeah, it'll be about two or three more minutes to our base." Old Qian waved his hand.

“Our base is very advanced, unlike the slow technological progress in the underworld.” He turned back and continued as he stepped out of the tunnel.

……

Inside the underground base, Phantom was inspecting the situation of his "subordinates".

Since an accident occurred to one of his clones more than half a year ago, many of his plans have been disrupted.

Two of his clones disappeared one after another, his intelligence system malfunctioned, and his power also weakened considerably.

With the uncontrollable knights added to the mix, those "subordinates" in the mortal realm are now slowly accelerating their transformation into neither human nor ghost.

"How are you now?" He pressed a button on the wall, and the hidden door opened.

Inside are dormant souls temporarily stored in a petri dish, as well as people who already have bodies, including Hua Zhijian.

Hua Zhijian and the others did not react to Phantom's words.

They went about their own business, their eyes vacant and lifeless.

"Can you hear me?" Phantom sat in the chair, his black face contorted.

Anger, resentment, confusion...

A variety of negative emotions swirled in his mind.

It has been hundreds of years; he has worked hard for hundreds of years.

Centuries of dedication and painstaking effort have come to the point that they are about to fail.

Phantom didn't know what was wrong, nor did he know who had been bothering him all along.

The mysterious figure in the pseudo-capital?

Or something else?

A sense of unease swept over the phantom.

Logically speaking, he was already quite powerful in the spirit realm.

From the day of his death, the phantom, still in human form, began to bribe officials and improve himself, even actively absorbing the completely destroyed souls and the resentment generated by everyone.

He was unconvinced; he didn't understand.

Even at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, I have achieved the greatest level of skill.

He had a multitude of lovers, countless people fawned over him, officials never made things difficult for him, and people even offered him tribute every day.

Back then, ordinary people were lucky to have enough to eat, but he could eat and drink the finest food.

But... why did he die because of that accident?

He couldn't figure it out.

Phantom was unconvinced, extremely unconvinced.

He was a person who suffered a terrible childhood, had an extremely strong obsession, and was ruthless and extreme.

Otherwise, Phantom wouldn't have been able to go from being tormented every day to becoming the most prestigious "ordinary person" in that land.

He was unconvinced; he felt he was no ordinary person.

He felt that if he continued to work hard, he could get his hands on anything, whether it was powerful figures or anything else.

He knew he was crazy and arrogant.

In his heart, apart from the emperor and a few particularly famous and powerful figures, he felt that everyone else was just ordinary.

Of course, he himself is no ordinary person.

Even if he's ordinary, he won't let himself remain ordinary.

He wanted to live; he was determined to live.

He wants to become a legend, he wants to be a prominent figure.

He wouldn't care even if he could become the King of Hell or the Spirit King.

He felt he could be even more powerful, the kind of powerful that comes from being alive.

He wanted to be the most special and the most powerful.

For this reason, he only allowed exceptional and capable individuals to become his "subordinates".

Moreover, ever since he transformed into a dark, humanoid form, Phantom has never told anyone his name.

He will surely be more powerful than a god in the future, and no one is worthy to know his surname and given name before he became like that.

Over time, he couldn't even remember his original name.

"So many years have passed, I can't rush things... I can't act rashly, I can't let all my efforts go to waste." Phantom felt very distressed.

It's important to know that whether you're a human, a spirit, or a semi-spirit, you still need to eat and sleep.

But now, he has absolutely no desire to eat or rest.

All that remained was exhaustion, self-doubt, and even a slight wavering.

“I’m very capable, aren’t I?” he said to his numb “subordinates” around him.

Coincidentally, one of the subordinates actually replied with "Hmm" five seconds later.

Even unintentionally, Phantom felt excited.

There's still hope! It's still possible!

The plan can still succeed!

He can become incredibly powerful and one of the most powerful living beings.

By that time...

No, that time will come very soon!

Mysterious people are definitely just trying to create an air of mystery.

Throughout history, there have been many talented and extraordinary people, so it's normal for them to have some skills.

Phantom clenched his fist, his heart pounding with excitement.

Perhaps it's possible. When he becomes more powerful and his skills recover, he can personally go to the mortal realm.

Perhaps we can even bring the mysterious person to our side then.

If he can't pull it out, he'll have to find a way to eliminate the potential hazard.

Phantom excitedly walked to the table and took out a long strip of paper that glowed with blue light from the drawer.

"Why hasn't Lao Qian come back yet?" He sighed and sat back down in his chair.

Normally, the conman would have already returned with what he wanted.

Normally, Phantom wouldn't be in charge of relaying messages himself.

He sighed again and stomped his foot on the ground.

The door was closed again.

If he doesn't actually show himself, doesn't need to create a clone, and can still be seen by living people in reality.

Besides traditional methods like dreaming, there is another method that is closest to a divine manifestation.

The phantom stared at the blue slip of paper in its hand.

"It shouldn't be unsafe... but that would show more sincerity," he muttered to himself.

Looking around, he saw that his other subordinates remained expressionless, each doing their own thing.

Creating a physical phantom message, similar to a projector, requires extreme concentration.

You must not be distracted during this time, otherwise you may harm your spirit.

“xxxxxx…”

The phantom faced the blue paper, closed his eyes, and silently recited the words he had created.

After a brief pause, he reopened his eyes: "I have a new task for you, no, it's kind of an old task."

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. This time, I hope you can find out about the mysterious man and the knight as quickly as possible,” Phantom said, enunciating each word clearly.

“I’m not trying to put pressure on you. You’re the president of the association, and I believe in you. This is for our own good too. Our goals are similar. If I fail, you will fail as well.” Phantom stroked his dark chin, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Time is running out. I can only give you one more month at most. If it's any later, I can't guarantee you won't be taken down," he emphasized heavily.

Chapter 318 I've Been Craving You for a Long Time (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)