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Once the figure of the person completely vanished, a gentle voice echoed amidst the scattered debris.
"This performance will be quite interesting; I hope you are satisfied with the roles assigned to you."
The voice was soft yet carried an inexplicable eeriness, and soon the entire hall fell into an unprecedented silence. The world before him flipped over like a page in a book.
Lin Han's vision blurred repeatedly as memories belonging to Merlin once again occupied his consciousness.
Looking at the familiar room before him, it was the resting chamber arranged for him by the king.
Lin Han's gaze was vacant and dull as he watched the sun gradually descend outside the window.
At dusk, a banquet was set to take place.
Knock, knock, knock.
A heavy knocking sound broke the silence. Lin Han frowned, his parched face displaying hints of disdain and dissatisfaction as he rasped, "Who is it? Don’t you know that the Mage needs peace?"
A resonant voice responded from outside.
"By the king's command, I have come to invite Merlin the Great Mage to the banquet. I hope for your understanding."
"Understood."
Lin Han replied with rehearsed lines, his gaze still vacant and hollow. The patterns on his hand shimmered with light; at this moment, he was indeed Merlin the Great Mage.
The banquet was held in the main hall, while Lin Han's resting place was in a side chamber. There was still a long way to go before reaching the grand hall.
Lin Han remained silent as he made his way to that incredibly familiar and resplendent hall. The attendant who greeted him now looked at Lin Han with utmost respect.
"Welcome, Great Mage. Please enjoy your evening."
The attendant bowed deeply, and Lin Han mechanically nodded in response.
"Then please lead the way."
The attendant gestured for him to follow, and Lin Han remained silent. Just then, a melodious flute sound drifted from afar, causing Lin Han—now embodying Merlin—to frown darkly.
"What is that sound? It’s so noisy."
The attendant hurriedly apologized.
Apologies, it seems to be some oblivious musician practicing music. As the sound of the flute resonated, Lin Han's dazed expression gradually became clear.
A buzzing sound echoed.
Blood splattered everywhere as the attendant stared wide-eyed in disbelief, clutching his neck, blood flowing incessantly through his fingers. In Lin Han's hand was a silver rapier, tightly gripped in a one-handed thrusting stance.
As the attendant collapsed in disbelief, a thick black mist began to engulf the surroundings, and the vibrant colors before him started to fade away.
Those guards who sensed something amiss rushed forward, but within this black void, they transformed back into puppet forms.
[Puppet Attendant Level]
[Puppet Guard Level]
A flood of information emerged as Merlin's withered and gaunt face faded away, revealing Lin Han's handsome visage. The tattered robe he wore felt heavy, and Lin Han sensed that the erosion at his side was still ongoing.
He couldn't help but furrow his brow.
Raising his hand to grasp at the void, the Good and Evil Mask materialized. The fifteen-minute cooldown period quickly passed, and Lin Han donned the black mask over his face.
The cacophony of mental assaults ceased entirely.
Lin Han gripped the Divine Mechanism Refinement tightly in one hand, and with the silver rapier, he continuously pierced through the slowly moving puppet bodies.
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