Chapter 155

“BAM!”

After figuring out who had destroyed the kingdom, the peculiar explosion that once again sent other rebels packing sounded off. The middle-aged man sprawled on top of the vegetable-buying auntie suddenly shuddered violently, regaining his consciousness.

“Did I… did my past self temporarily take over me?” After understanding what just happened, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but change expression, hastily reaching into his coat and pulling out a leather-bound booklet.

He carefully examined the booklet, finding no signs it had been flipped through; his past self hadn’t seen its contents. His facial expression kept changing repeatedly, then he grabbed the shoulders of the vegetable-buying auntie beneath him, frantically shaking her while anxiously shouting,

“Tell me quick! What did I do? What did I just do?”

This lunatic… how is he even crazier than before?

Seeing his eyes like they were ready to eat someone, the vegetable-buying auntie instinctively tightened her grip on her basket, wanting to smash it hard against the back of his head. But she worried about not hitting hard enough and instead enraging him, so she stammered in reply, “You… you asked who destroyed the kingdom…”

“What did I say after hearing that? What exactly did I say?”

“I-I-I… I told you the truth…”

Terrified by the increasingly frenzied expression of the middle-aged man, the vegetable-buying auntie wailed with a face full of grief:

“Isn’t it Prince Leon who ruined the kingdom? He announced it himself five years ago.”

“Afterward? What did I say after hearing that?”

“You… after listening, you gritted your teeth, repeated Prince Leon’s name, then howled weirdly, and then… then collapsed on me without moving…”

“…”

Shit!

Imagining the scene described by the vegetable-buying auntie, realizing his past self must have misunderstood something, cold sweat immediately drenched the middle-aged man, soaking through the clothes on his back.

His past self repeatedly used anomalous items to observe the future, but the results got worse each time. Though still struggling, deep down he was almost desperate.

Given his past mental state, upon stepping out this time and hearing the kingdom had completely disappeared, his first reaction would definitely not be optimistic. Instead, he’d assume the worst—like the country being utterly conquered long ago.

And with his then obsessive and crazy nature, after returning to his original timeline body, the first thing he’d likely attempt would be to find a way to eliminate Prince Leon!

I’m an idiot! An idiot! You should at least finish reading the notebook before leaving!

After slapping himself twice hard across the face, to prevent altering this relatively good world outcome, the middle-aged man jumped up, planning to seek out others with time-related abilities to stop his past self from doing something stupid.

However, unluckily, as soon as he stood up, a fully loaded vegetable basket flew from behind and slammed onto the back of his head with a loud “BAM!”

The blow was extremely fierce, not only knocking the middle-aged man flat on the ground instantly, but also causing two radishes bigger than human heads inside the basket to shatter upon violent collision.

“Ouch! My radishes!”

While the vegetable-buying auntie pitifully picked up her basket to check if the radishes were still edible, the middle-aged man, knocked unconscious by the basket, began struggling forward, screaming desperately toward the frightened crowd around him,

“Hurry… hurry send me… send me to the Clearing Bureau! This world… needs me to save it…”

After another whack with the basket, seeing the middle-aged man lying motionless on the ground, thoroughly unconscious, the vegetable-buying auntie sneered disdainfully, “This lunatic… saving the world? Who does he think he is, Prince Leon? By the way, who’s Prince Leon anyway?”

…

Eliminate him! Leon Lane! This person who ended the kingdom must be eliminated! After abruptly opening his eyes while “napping” on the long table, the middle-aged man immediately exhaled deeply with a murderous intent, preparing to summon all the rebels with abnormal abilities back to draft a new assassination plan.

But when he raised his hand to activate the anomalous item again, he heard a faint yet eerie knocking sound.

Who?! Hearing the intermittent knocking from outside, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but tremble all over, a strong sense of alertness flickering in his eyes.

His anomalous item, the Otherworld Door, besides briefly touching the future, could continuously shift behind all doors throughout the capital city. Only the few doors he acknowledged could stably lead to the world beyond them.

For the person to knock on the Otherworld Door without him noticing meant they knew which were the “real doors” and had the ability to directly locate him.

As the middle-aged man hesitated whether to evacuate immediately or gather everyone for one last fight, a voice colder than ice chips came from outside the door.

“Nathan, it’s me.”

Pushing open the door that had stopped bizarrely twisting and become completely stable, an old man dressed in a black robe walked in, lifting the hood covering his head to reveal a naturally sorrowful face.

“The position of your door is getting harder and harder to find. I rode around the capital city for quite a while before barely finding this nearly disappearing real door.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it. The guy from the Clearing Bureau who plays with rats is really troublesome. His spies are everywhere in the capital city. If I don’t act cautiously, I probably would’ve been caught long ago.”

Realizing it wasn’t someone from the Sixth Bureau but an elder cloaked figure who had cooperated with him before, the middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief, then frowned and asked,

“After you visited last time, didn’t you say we’re all defective products, including me, none of us meeting your requirements, and you wouldn’t have further contact with us? Why are you suddenly showing up now?”

“I’m here because I need your help.”

Seemingly ignoring the resentment in the middle-aged man’s tone, the cloaked elder slightly raised his narrow, drooping eyebrows and coldly said, “Just a few hours ago, I found something that might meet my requirements. It should be a photograph placed in the drawer of the office of the director of the Clearing Bureau Virgo Branch.

Nathan, you should have personally witnessed the strength of that woman from the Sixth Bureau in some future scenario. I don’t have the confidence to retrieve what I want without alarming her, so I need your assistance.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man’s eyebrows slightly twitched, immediately understanding the elder’s meaning.

“You want me to move the Otherworld Door behind her office door so you can infiltrate directly through the Otherworld Door?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, but you’ll have to help me with something in return.”

After a brief moment of thought, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said, “Strengthen Phoebe’s abilities temporarily for me, making anyone she touches disappear from everyone’s memories. Can you do that?”

(End of Chapter)