VIP Chapter 333: You Will Definitely Survive
*Click.*
The sound of a revolver cylinder spinning rang out from behind him.
“Are you happy too soon?”
“Young Master Will Systom—”
Without a doubt, in this world, the only person he knew who used “firearms” and held a “gun”-like object as a weapon was one person—
Ribel.
He was the “Captain” of the Radiant Knights, whom the Adventurer’s Guild was most concerned about. His appearance here confirmed that suspicion…
But…
Will didn’t hear a gunshot.
The moment he turned his head, he only saw a black, whip-like weapon, with a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye and completely unexpected even by him, snatching the dangerous gun from his hand.
*Click.*
The sound of a revolver cylinder spinning for the second time.
“You are also happy too soon.”
“This…?”
“A running dog of the Adventurer’s Guild, sent by Carver Hysterm?”
A gust of wind blew, kicking up a swirl of dust. Standing in the midst of the gradually dissipating dust was Shuna, holding a dagger that could transform like a shadow in her hand.
Now, the “shadow” in her hand had transformed into a “handgun” of almost the same size, and its direction was pointed at Ribel.
Her other hand was casually playing with Ribel’s flintlock weapon—it was novel even for Shuna; she hadn’t encountered a weapon like this before.
“This is how you should use your weapon, right? If I just press here lightly, *bang*. Your head will explode immediately?”
Shuna said with a smile, a hint of threat in her voice.
“Phew. It seems the final insurance plan worked after all.”
Will slowly stood up from the sandy ground.
The final blow just now had a strong recoil, so he had sat down.
However, it was only now that he truly felt how much energy it took to deal with this BOSS alone. He felt that familiar drained sensation in his body again.
Shuna glanced at him. Seeing him looking somewhat “disheveled,” she seemed to be amused and gave him a wink that signified victory.
That’s right.
He had made all sorts of preparations.
After “foreseeing that there would definitely be a very troublesome monster on the first layer of the Dust Bone Corridor,” he had also anticipated potential “accidents.”
Because if he were to set up a death trap for someone, he would definitely want “someone to confirm whether the target was still alive.”
His final step to victory was Shuna, who appeared not to have entered the dungeon with him, serving as his “ultimate trump card.”
He created a “blind spot” to give her enough freedom to act.
Of course…
He would never let himself die.
He had promised that he would live to witness the future, and he absolutely would.
“Shu… Shuna Polol.”
Ribel showed no panic, nor did he seem enraged. He slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He glanced at Shuna, then at Will beside her.
“You two had already figured out that Carver had set this trap for Young Master Will, and that I would be the one to finish him off?”
“You don’t plan on dying right away and want to chat here with us?”
“Mhm… If I’m not mistaken, the reason you walked in here, Will, is because… you want to know more ‘information’ behind all of this and understand the ‘truth of this world’ more thoroughly, right?”
Ribel was surprisingly relaxed, which made Will feel a little uneasy.
“If I’m not mistaken, you don’t seem as ‘ready to die’ as you’ve been acting these past few days. On the contrary, you’re remarkably at ease.”
He didn’t seem very “enthusiastic” about coming here to kill him…
Also, standing there with his hands raised, seemingly with many trump cards and pieces of information yet to reveal, the man in military uniform didn’t look like the “idiot Radiant Knight” he pretended to be.
“You’ve guessed correctly.”
Will twirled the staff in his hand. The black and white staff seemed to blend into gray as it rotated.
Then, he plunged the staff into the sand.
“After discovering that Treya had actually changed a history I thought was unchangeable, I thought of many ways to avoid certain death on the first layer of this dungeon—the simplest, and what everyone would think of, is for someone else to clear the Dust Bone Corridor, and I wouldn’t have this opportunity.”
“That ‘someone else’ is me.”
Shuna chimed in from the side.
“But ‘my death’ would, in turn, also be a trap. I wanted to use this trap to lure out more information—of course, I didn’t expect someone to come directly.”
Will stated calmly.
“Oh my, then I really wasn’t careful enough.”
But the other party seemed distracted.
“From my perspective, the lower levels of this world are different from the unchangeable ‘fate’ I imagined. It even makes me feel… that I might not be the only one who knows the direction of this ‘world’s fate’.”
Because he had always believed that as someone from a higher plane who created this world, he would have the most knowledge about this world’s “information.”
Now it seemed that was not necessarily the case.
For instance, Ribel, who was nodding frequently, might know more than he did.
More than how his combat strength was, he couldn’t accept that his amount of information was at the lowest level.
“For example, a shrewd merchant who plays it too safe and hasn’t made a single mistake in managing the Adventurer’s Guild for over a decade. And after one of his children shows ‘great talent,’ he never gives him any ‘resources,’ as if ‘he wouldn’t live long enough to inherit the family headship’—that Adventurer’s Guild President, and… Carver, who only acts on instinct and has never treated me like a son, lacking a ‘normal father-son relationship’.”
Will slowly walked half a circle around Ribel, his footsteps leaving a trail of footprints in the sand.
“An interesting deduction. It seems you are indeed not the fool the rumors say you are.”
“Of course, what made me even more suspicious were two things: Firstly, someone who knew my whereabouts. Even for someone like Treya, who was a princess and later an empress, finding me required a wanted poster… Who would have a more precise way of knowing my whereabouts and relaying this information to Treya? It’s probably him.”
“Secondly, Iaar seemed to have met him before coming to rescue me and even received his peculiar encouragement. The only possibility is that he needed me to get out of a ‘dead end’ like the Royal Palace.”
“Lastly, there’s this list of ‘abnormal phenomenon’ dungeons provided by the Adventurer’s Guild. How could dungeon names that I myself don’t remember appear in the list, waiting for me to fall into the trap?”
“The only conclusion is… my father wanted me to jump into this pit, to be smashed to death by slimes in the Dust Bone Corridor, just like in ‘fate,’ right?”
