Chapter 59: God governs all things, and the dead are under my jurisdiction.

“Hey, are my spatial coordinates fixed? Is there no room for even a tiny bit of error? What if someone sets a trap where I enter the Apostle’s Space? Or what if it’s blocked by dirt and rocks?” Little Will still wouldn’t give up, surely the God of Wisdom wasn’t that foolish?

The Proxy Spirit suddenly let out a chuckle, “Apostle, you underestimate the Apostle’s Space. As long as you’re willing to pay contribution points, this problem isn’t unsolvable. In principle, a two-star Apostle’s spatial coordinates are fixed. A three-star Apostle has the authority to adjust their entry and exit coordinates within a small range. A four-star Apostle can use the coordinate teleportation function. A five-star Apostle, hehe, you are currently only a two-star Apostle, still too far from five-star, so I won’t tell you. The Apostle’s Space, excluding the study gifted by the God, only has less than ten cubic meters of free space. Within this space, you can observe the outside world within a ten-cubic-meter radius, but it costs a certain amount of contribution points. Ten contribution points per hour, and any duration less than an hour is calculated as a full hour.”

Alright, such conditions clearly indicated that this was the Proxy Spirit’s personal side income. Little Will felt like he was constantly being scammed by the Proxy Spirit. The abilities of the Apostle’s Space were bestowed by the God of Wisdom, and the Proxy Spirit was an appendage of the Apostle’s Space. Why did he need to pay extra contribution points when using these abilities? Shouldn’t this be something he deserved? It felt less like a gift and more like a rental of abilities.

Little Will thought about it carefully and realized that it wasn’t wrong. The Apostle’s Space was originally a territory granted to him by the God of Wisdom for his use. Calling it a rental wasn’t wrong at all. Storing ordinary items was free, but other functions seemed to go beyond the scope of ordinary storage space, so charging for them was only natural. There should be a return for what is given; it’s fair.

The Apostle’s Space cannot be easily exposed, otherwise my danger will increase. My previous performance was just a little clever, but if the other party discovers the existence of the Apostle’s Space, I will definitely not have a good end. In all senses, I am the weaker party.

I’ll continue to pretend to be a normal, clever child. Little Will quietly pushed open the large door and stepped inside. This was a relatively vast space, over a hundred square meters, and it was enclosed. The walls were carved with intricate patterns, but there was no passage leading upwards, nor were there any other doors or windows. If it weren’t for the Apostle’s Space exploration function, Little Will might have thought this was a dead end. In a sense, if he couldn’t find the mechanism, it was indeed no different from a dead end. Looking around, it was empty, with nothing special except for the complex bas-reliefs on the walls. A staircase leading to the next level was right behind him. Little Will carefully closed the door. Things from the Apostle’s Space couldn’t be used casually; he only had a wooden sword and a few copper coins on hand.

The door leading downstairs was made of wood; otherwise, it would be hard to say if he could even open it. He took out a copper coin and wedged it into the hinge of the door. Little Will fumbled his way forward. This spacious hall was six or seven meters high, and the Proxy Spirit had told him that the ground was fifteen meters away. This meant there was still an eight or nine-meter-high partition above, likely a mix of stone and earth, or perhaps entirely made of massive stacked stones. There must be a hidden passage, but did he really want to leave from here?

Twenty-odd oil lamps flickered around, and some ancient characters were interspersed among the strange patterns of the bas-reliefs. Little Will temporarily put aside other concerns and began to study these characters one by one, softly reciting them.

“Lamod brought death to the world. He said that with life comes death, and death is not the end. He governs life and death, and can see through the culmination of all things.”

“Lamod governs the souls of all things in the world. He said that gods manage all things, but the dead shall fall under my jurisdiction.”

“Lamod has his loyal servants, and he bestows immortality upon them.”

“Mirror, ship, boots, Lamod possesses three holy artifacts,

and bestowed these three holy artifacts upon three apostles respectively.”

“The ship that sails the River Styx is the only holy artifact that can freely travel between the human world and the underworld. Lamod’s first apostle used it to redeem lost souls.”

“Lamod’s Boots are the only holy artifact in the underworld that allows flight, and also the only one capable of traversing the bone bridge.”

“The mirror is the key to opening the God of Death’s kingdom, where all of Lamod’s treasures lie.”

“Lamod violated the agreement, took what belonged to others, and infringed upon everyone’s interests, ultimately receiving their sanction.”

“There’s no need for excessive pity. The noble are noble, and the humble are merely their foil and servants. Everyone’s servants are not your personal playthings.”

“Without you, the world might be even more incomplete, but such a world might be even more beautiful.”

Little Will felt a bit confused. What were holy artifacts? High-level enchanted items? A mirror, a ship, boots, and the underworld, a bone bridge—he seemed to have seen them somewhere before. Who exactly was Lamod? Why did he incur everyone’s wrath? And what were these ‘nobles’? Was he a king from the early ancient slave society? Or a great slave owner? Was the underworld his territory? Building bridges with bones, he definitely wasn’t a good person. And then there were the holy artifacts; this person must have been very powerful, otherwise he wouldn’t have been ganged up on.

Little Will looked at each bas-relief, intentionally misreading some words but not by much, and overlooking others. Every time he read “Lamod,” Little Will felt a strange sense of oppression, as if the name he spoke carried a different meaning, an oppressive feeling, yet not the kind of chilling fear. A name could actually have such a strange effect; it seemed this Lamod was truly an extraordinary figure.

The last bas-relief was very strange, actually a framework of an architectural drawing, with a peculiar sentence on it.

“The three holy artifacts represent Lamod’s three apostles. The three apostles are Lamod’s hands, feet, and brain. Lamod is dead, and he shall remain dead forever, suppressed under the seven-story tower in the name of all of us.”

“Only by solving the riddle of the seven-story tower can the door to Lamod’s treasure vault be opened. Lamod left behind many treasure vaults, and the cowardly humble are always intimidated by him.”

“First question of the first level of the seven-story tower: When the sun first rises, where does the first ray of sunlight fall?”

“When the sun first rises, the first ray of sunlight falls into the darkness.” As soon as Little Will finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

An earthquake?! Little Will shivered. He was underground; if an earthquake came, he would definitely be buried. Wait, he was already buried, wasn’t he? It was just a matter of dying sooner or later. No, he suddenly felt a little sleepy. Little Will shook his head, trying hard to clear his mind, but couldn’t. He secretly sent a signal to the Proxy Spirit, then collapsed to the ground and fell asleep.

A dream! He seemed to be having a strange dream. In his sleep, his body was icy cold, as if he was about to catch a cold, and his head felt heavy. His adorable little demon sister seemed to be calling “Brother” in his ear, trying hard to pull him up.

“Papa, Papa, Brother’s head is so hot, so hot!” The little demon sister’s voice became clearer and clearer. Was he still not fully awake? His eyes simply wouldn’t open, as if a thousand catties of weight were pressing down on him. A pair of large hands released him from the seal of the quilt. Leaning against a firm shoulder, he actually smelled a familiar scent, and a mouthful of scalding, bitter medicine was poured down his throat.

Little Will’s eyes widened, and he instantly became mostly sober. What met his gaze were his sister’s and mother’s worried looks, and his father holding a large bowl full of black medicine. Was he at home? In his own bed?

“You came home in the rain last night, and when I told you to take your medicine, you refused. Now look, you’re taking last night’s medicine today, and you’ll have to stay in bed for another day or two.” Florete Declain grumbled, but he was still very happy to see his son open his eyes.

“My dear, I feel our dear son isn’t getting better from the medicine, but rather from being scalded by you.” Mojie Si pushed away her husband’s hand and carefully wiped the medicine from Little Will’s mouth, touching his burning forehead with a worried and pained expression.

“I’m fine now, I just need to lie down a bit longer, but I probably can’t go to class today.” Little Will forced a smile, but his mind was a chaotic mess. Had he forgotten something?