Chapter 220: Did You Put a Level 0 Sealed Artifact in a Grocery Store?

Chapter 220: Did You Put a Level 0 Sealed Artifact in a Grocery Store?

"Alice?" Klein looked at her worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Alice snapped out of her daze and looked at Klein with a bit of confusion, softly saying:

"I seem to be forgetting what I used to be like.

"It hasn't been that long, and I remember everything clearly, but why... why can't I recall how I felt back then?"

—This was just Alice's facade.

Unexpectedly, Alice was actually very clear-headed now, different from the clarity after emotions are stripped away. She suddenly felt a sense of resolution, and a voice in her mind told her—

Go to Bayam.

There, you will find what you want, the answers you seek.

She still had some time... This realization flashed through Alice's mind. Her expression unchanged, she half-lowered her eyelids and asked:

"What's 'Admiral of the Iceberg' Edwina like?"

She maintained her previous tone of confusion, which made Klein uneasy. He cautiously answered while keeping an eye on Alice: "She should be a very good teacher."

Alice softly asked, "Klein, what kind of person do you think I am?"

She emphasized the word "person," and Klein immediately sensed something. He asked, "What do you mean?"

Alice pinched her brow and said:

"A long time ago, I wondered why high and mighty gods would care about mortals. Why preach? Why attract followers?

"Later, Bernadette told me that divinity is a special kind of pollution. For beings who have integrated divinity, they need to constantly fight against it to maintain their humanity.

"And followers are the 'anchors' that maintain their humanity."

"Anchors?" Klein repeated.

Alice nodded and said:

"Yes.

"I think, if those fragments of memory come from my past self, if I was already considered a god—at least an angel, a complete mythical creature—

"Then, my 'anchor' must have had problems."

This sounded incredibly despairing—even gods couldn't escape the struggle against pollution.

Therefore, Klein asked after a dozen seconds of silence, "If that's the case... why do we still strive to ascend?"

Alice shrugged and answered:

"For me, there's probably no other choice. Either ascend or forget even myself, or I could just lie down and wait to become potion material... That might not be a bad choice?

"As for you... we both know that in that story, this place is called the Origin Castle, and it has an unknown previous owner who will come back to reclaim it one day—even if not, Amon would want to take it.

"But, what form will the previous owner return in?

"Could it be that one day, you will forget who you are, forget that you were once a person, and even harm those you once loved..."

Alice tilted her head slightly, looked at Klein's solemn expression, and slowly laughed:

"So... are you also going to pray for the favor of fate?

"But, if I were the true god of the 'Fate' pathway, even if fate favored you, the result wouldn't be what you hoped for, right?

"No matter which version of me, it would be the same."

Klein suddenly felt that this last sentence was more convincing than all the previous ones combined.

Alice relaxed and leaned back in her chair, feeling the response deep within her spirituality, softly saying:

"I seem to... hmm, I seem to need to go to Bayam."

Klein watched Alice, who suddenly seemed to lose strength and slowly slid off the chair, complaining:

"Kids who stay up too late won't grow tall... we can't talk anymore!"

Klein was silent for a moment, then disconnected the network, letting her go back to sleep.

Back in the real world, Alice stared blankly at the ceiling for half a minute, then pulled the quilt over her and closed her eyes.

Before being overwhelmed by sleepiness, she mumbled softly:

"You should at least give me a more detailed address... Bayam is so big, how am I supposed to find it?

"Why don't you just tell me it's in the Rhosid Archipelago..."

The overwhelming drowsiness pulled Alice into a dream, where she saw the city she had once visited—the capital of the Rhosid Archipelago, the "City of Generosity," Bayam.

There were countless pirates and sailors, as well as adventurers dreaming of getting rich.

There were many unmarked but bustling buildings, some short, some tall, some hidden, some blatant. Alice knew these were one of Bayam's two main industries—brothels.

This seemed to be a brothel, Alice deduced, but honestly, she had no impression of such places—she wasn't a customer who would be solicited.

The building only lingered in front of her eyes for a moment before the scene smoothly shifted to a familiar herbal shop across the street.

Oh, the shopkeeper here was also an acquaintance—look, wasn't that the pharmacist who just slipped away?

Time seemed to speed up. Alice saw the pharmacist making various attempts, seemingly trying to contact someone.

Alice wasn't sure how much time had passed, only remembering the constant cycle of day and night. Conservatively, it must have been over a month.

But he seemed to have never succeeded, the letters he sent out received no response. Alice saw him becoming more anxious and apprehensive.

Then, he walked into a tavern and posted a missing person notice. In the flickering scene, Alice saw the content of the notice.

It was a rather young man, with neatly combed hair and wearing framed glasses, looking scholarly.

The missing person notice had a name—Roy King.

Alice wasn't sure what the outcome of this commission was. Time flowed quickly, and soon she saw the chubby pharmacist leave the herbal shop again and head to a grocery store.

Alice saw a kindly elderly lady greet the pharmacist. They exchanged a few words, the pharmacist paid, and then he received a small ring box.

Alice saw the pharmacist open the ring box without hesitation, inside was a milky white die, with the red number four facing up.

A die!

Alice's eyes widened, and she suddenly woke up from the dream.

The faint morning light seeped into the room, and Alice realized it was already dawn.

She stared blankly at the light for several minutes before a hoarse voice mixed with shock and confusion sounded:

"No.

"Did you... put a Level 0 Sealed Artifact in a grocery store?

"Huh?"