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Chapter 440 - 334: Designated Draw, Apostle of Fate! (Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 440: Chapter 334: Designated Draw, Apostle of Fate! (Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

"Qianqiu (Sixth Sense Awakening)"

"Age: 29"

"Potential: Golden Legend"

"Dimension: None"

"Mystery: 12.22M"

"Equipment: Soul Reaper Scythe (Epic Strange Implement), Hidden Assassination Inner Armor (Blue), Hidden Assassination Cloak (Blue), Ring of Radiance (Blue), Hand of Heaven’s Net (Epic Strange Implement)"

"Skills: Basic Scythe Technique (White · Peak Mastery), Linguistic Mastery (Green · Expert), Assassin’s Step (Green · Expert), Hidden Assassination Throwing Knives (Green · Proficient)"

"Talent: Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns"

"Ability: Extraordinary Time"

"Life Experience: ... (500 words)"

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"Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns"

"Description: When learning skills of the ’Illusion Series,’ ’Time Series,’ ’Prediction Series,’ one possesses an innate advantage, and can also construct a ’Predictive Dream Realm’ centered on oneself to simulate events about to happen."

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...

In the Shattered Sea region,

the Seven Stars Alliance, Stellar Bay, Stellar Bay Grand Hotel.

This was a vast area with majestic high-rises and exquisite gardens, favored by affluent politicians and businessmen within Stellar Bay and the entire Seven Stars Alliance for gatherings, where many great business deals were made.

Naturally, the security at Stellar Bay Grand Hotel was extremely tight, with formidable guarding forces, only slightly less than that of the City Lord’s mansion and several grand noble residences.

The patrol teams that passed by were composed of Three Sense elites, and the ones standing by in the lofts included Four Sense superhumans.

Even more,

The Stellar Bay Grand Hotel had Six Sense venerables stationed year-round. There was an incident where two powerful forces from the Great Oasis clashed within the hotel’s vicinity, but they were quickly suppressed by the hotel’s powerhouses. This became a publicity slogan for Stellar Bay Grand Hotel and has been used to this day.

Strong guards and a detection grid barrier covering the entire hotel area gave the bosses staying here an ultimate sense of security.

"1, 2, 3... 3, 2, 1, clear!"

The young man dressed like an ordinary patrol guard paused briefly as he passed by two ancient trees, then continued forward. If one looked closely, they would notice that his pace and the distance he covered with each step were exactly the same, as if meticulously measured.

At that moment, an obscure fluctuation passed by.

It swept over the patrolling guards, the rich ladies and gentlemen, the disguised young man, and nothing untoward happened.

"He he he, all the effort of scouting this place for days and getting ’Game Over’ a dozen times to find this loophole wasn’t in vain."

The young man continued to stroll leisurely.

Inside the Stellar Bay Grand Hotel, the layout was intricate, and the detection grid barrier divided the area into different segments, like a labyrinth. Even the superhuman rank sub-leaders of the hotel were only familiar with their own patrol areas,

However, the young man moved as if he were at his own home, advancing, turning left, turning right... with utmost familiarity, as if after thousands of rehearsals.

He even had the leisure to greet the patrolling guards he passed.

"Yo, Rodi."

"Morning, Jonal."

"Time to start another day as a hardworking laborer."

The two guards he addressed looked back in confusion.

The man was somewhat unfamiliar, yet he knew both their names. Upon closer examination, he seemed a bit familiar, probably a member of a different patrol team they had crossed paths with. Surely they had partied together somewhere, but while he could remember their names, they couldn’t recall his, which was pretty embarrassing.

Awkwardly scratching their heads.

They sympathetically agreed, "Yeah, time to start another grueling patrol. Our Stellar Bay Grand Hotel is already so secure, but those bloodsuckers up there still keep such a tight leash. Forget it, forget it, if they detect that we’ve stayed in one spot for over ten minutes, our wages will be docked again."

Seeing this man chatting and laughing with a few patrol team members, other passing guards had no further suspicions.

After bidding goodbye to the warm-hearted patrol members, the young man made his way to the depths of the grand hotel, in front of a luxurious courtyard.

Following the pattern he had learned before, he waited and slipped through a loophole.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before a wealthy merchant wearing a wig and leaning on a cane, as well as the merchant’s several personal guards.

"Who’s there!"

The guards drew their swords and stood in front of their boss, their eyes wary.

The young man spread out his hands, revealing that there was no weapon in his palm.

"Yayaya, no need to be so tense."

"Alright, alright, I admit it, I’m showing my hand, I’m a pigeon assassin."

His figure was ghostly.

Along with the successive chops of his hand, several personal bodyguards thudded to the ground.

Only the increasingly frightened yet forcibly composed merchant remained.

"Young man, you... are you an assassin from the Hidden Assassination Pavilion? It is rumored that the Pavilion’s business reaches across the Shattered Sea, and as long as the price is right, there is no one they can’t kill... Since that’s the case, this guild leader offers double the price!"

"Not enough? Then, then triple it!"

"Five times! Five times is my final offer, young man don’t bite off more than you can chew!"

The young man extended his index finger and gently shook it, then he sighed to himself.

"Five times the price, I personally am willing..."

Just as a glimmer of hope appeared in the merchant’s eyes, he continued,

"But our Hidden Assassination Pavilion values reputation, and I’m just a poor wage worker, willing but powerless, sorry boss."

"Oh, and one more thing, delaying is useless, no matter how loudly you call out, people from the Stellar Bay Grand Hotel won’t detect a thing."

He talked to himself.

Yet an invisible force spread out, enveloping the small courtyard.

This place seemed to fall into an Illusory Bubble Shade, neither real nor fake, a type of domain where even the loudest screams would not let a single sound escape.

After talking for a while and seeing that the merchant had become so desperate he couldn’t speak, the young man could only sigh.

He solemnly took out a scythe-shaped Strange Implement from the hand of Heaven’s Net and swished it down.

There was no splatter of blood.

Only the merchant fell straight down, his eyes wide open but devoid of any sign of life.

"Ah~"

"Another mission completed."

"Actually, I wanted to be a good person."

He danced with the scythe, engraving the characters ’Qianqiu’.

Having touched the body, he was ready to leave, following the route he had simulated countless times before.

Suddenly,

’Ding!’

’You have been chosen by destiny, Qianqiu!’

It was as if the voice of heaven and earth exploded next to his ear, with the reverberation rumbling on.

The Golden Assassin of Hidden Assassination Pavilion, Qianqiu, who had never failed in hundreds of tasks, turned pale at this moment.

"Simulation, my prior simulations, they never included such a situation!"

"What happened?!"

He clenched his teeth and continued to retreat along the previously simulated route, without any incident, until he reached his prepared safe point, only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

But only slightly.

Why would there be a solemn and grand voice in his mind?

He used his talent to simulate.

Retreating into dreams, the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns!

However, everything in the dreams was normal; it was only in reality that he could hear this voice.

He was certain it wasn’t an illusion.

Perhaps, was some esteemed mythical being playing a joke on him?

It seemed he could ask directly in his mind.

He asked.

The empty words echoed back and forth, and after a long moment, a gentle voice came from the Nine Heavens.

"An opportunity."