Chapter 562: The Final Whisper
Chapter 562: The Final Whisper
【You have mastered the art of circus performance to such an exquisite degree that you've been invited to perform for royalty, thus activating the hidden Black Iron-tier profession badge, "Clown Mime."】
【Clown Mime: A unique comedian often found in theaters, circuses, and carnivals, they typically wear oversized shoes and flamboyant, clashing outfits. They possess a range of juggling skills and entertain audiences by intentionally making fools of themselves.】
【Equipped Effect: After years of hard work and meticulous study, your clown mime skills are unparalleled. Not only do you perform impressive sleight of hand, but even your everyday movements are filled with a comical charm that makes people burst into laughter.】
【Progression Path: None】
【Hidden Trait (No Equipment Required): No one suspects a harmless, bumbling fool. When you perform as a clown, everyone's vigilance towards you will drastically decrease.】
...
"See, I told you he's a clown!"
Looking at Leon's colorful attire and the sudden appearance of a large nose on his face, the younger version of Prince Andre couldn't help but laugh excitedly. He then reached out and pulled Leon towards the open terrace.
"Quickly! Show my mother that trick you just did! If you do it well..."
As he spoke, the young prince seemed to notice something odd and paused, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Where's your magic dagger? Did you hide it?"
Magic dagger?
Hearing the young prince's question, Leon, who was examining his new badge, blinked in surprise.
Was he referring to the 【Silver Slicer】? But I was just holding it in my hand... Damn!
Leon's mind went blank as he looked at the large bundle of balloons in his hand.
My dagger? I was holding it just a moment ago!
"It seems your dagger is missing."
Just then, a cold and distant voice abruptly came from the young prince's mouth, catching Leon off guard.
It was unclear if the prince had "returned" or if he had never truly "left." With a sunny expression, Prince Andre grabbed Leon's wrist and nodded in satisfaction at his wary look.
"That's better. A clown should have balloons or playing cards in his hands, not a dagger."
"..."
Ignoring Prince Andre's words, Leon immediately communicated with Young Ha and the three Scorpio Bureau cleaners, but received no response from any of them. Leon's eyes narrowed.
"Are all my anomalous items unusable?"
"Of course."
As Prince Andre continued to pull Leon towards the terrace, he calmly asked,
"Why would a mere circus clown from the troupe have anomalous items?"
"..."
"Remember, you are a clown hired by my father. This is your sole identity. Any powers or items not belonging to a clown will not manifest on you, and it's best you don't act in a way that contradicts your role."
"What if I do?"
"Then there will be no more of you."
In response to Leon's question, the young Prince Andre replied without turning his head,
"The painting you're currently in contains a fragment of a deceased material world. The scenes I paint with my brush are the rules of this world.
Just as the dead cannot exist in the realm of the dead, and the living cannot linger in the world of the dead, according to the new rules I've just painted, you can only be a clown performing tricks in this world under my control.
If you truly act against the rules, you will be rejected by the entire world, just like a living person who has mistakenly entered the Death World. Each act of defiance will deepen this rejection until you are completely erased by the World Will, becoming a blemish on the painting."
There's a fragment of a dead world in this painting?!
After hearing Prince Andre's answer, Leon couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
No wonder the Silver Slicer could cut through this painting but couldn't maintain the "cut." If everything Prince Andre said was true, then this painting is equivalent to a world shrunk countless times.
And the threshold for the Silver Slicer to cut through the world and pass through at will is 60 points of Divine Immersion, which is the level of a true god. With just one point less, I can only briefly break open this world but can't truly escape from it...
What should I do now?
"I told you, you'll regret it after rejecting me."
After glancing back at Leon's expression, Prince Andre spoke in a cold tone:
"First, this painting is something I made for myself. You are neither my family nor my friend, and if given a choice, I wouldn't want you to appear here.
Secondly, the reason I warned you not to mess around is that I don't want you to cause trouble and be rejected by the world, becoming a dirty inkblot that stains my painting."
"..."
"Lastly, your immortality only prevents you from being harmed. But this rejection from the World Will is not about life and death but a more thorough 'erasure'.
If you feel resentful and don't want to be a clown in my painting, and you want to try to withstand it with your immortality, then go ahead. But I'll have the guards take you away to keep this blemish from staining the garden where the banquet is being held."
"Oh..."
After listening to Andre's warning seriously and seeing the young prince's carefree silhouette, Leon remained silent for a while. Then, he quietly put on the Dirty Exit badge and asked gently:
"Your Highness, is that fragment of the dead world the thing you obtained from the Butcher King Guild by sacrificing your entire family to ensure the bloodline of the Corlock Royal Family was severed?"
"..."
Facing this malicious question that broke through his defenses, even though Prince Andre had excellent self-control, he couldn't help but shudder. His small hands, still carrying a bit of baby fat, clenched tightly, gripping Leon's arm painfully.
"Your Highness, you're hurting me."
After gently patting the young prince's hand, Leon asked kindly:
"Did my words hit a sore spot in your heart, so you're resorting to this childish behavior, trying to vent your anger for mistakenly killing your parents by tearing the skin of a pitiful clown?"
"..."
"It's okay, I forgive you."
Reaching out to pat the stiff back of the young prince, Leon spoke softly with sympathy in his eyes:
"Although you've been an adult for a long time, in my heart, you're still a pitiful giant baby who can't face your mistakes and can only create a false world to heal yourself mentally. How could I bear to blame you? Your Highness, your entire life, from beginning to end, has been a meaningless humorous farce. I, the clown you painted, am just wearing a clown's costume. As for you... you've successfully used your life to show me what a true clown is."
(End of Chapter)
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