Chapter 593: Scavenging and Group Teleportation
Charlotte stared down at the animated armor of Submission, memories of his near-death chase still fresh in his mind. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. He smirked and asked, “What’s your name?”
“I have no name,” the armor replied, its voice flat and mechanical. “My sole duty is to guard this Hidden Chamber and welcome you.”
“Regardless of what you were called before,” Charlotte said, “your new name is Tiedan. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Though the armor lacked emotion—completely indifferent to the name—Charlotte felt a deep, satisfying sense of retribution. You chased me like prey. Now I give you a name even a dog would scorn.
Mingyue stood beside him, her expression as gloomy as ever, her voice cold and clipped. “Guild Leader, we don’t have much time. Can we stop playing now?”
Charlotte snapped back to reality. “Tiedan, take me in.”
“Highest permission verified. Baron Donald, you may proceed.”
Boom—
The animated armor pressed its palm against the ancient seal. A ripple of magic spread through the air, and the massive stone door groaned as it slowly lifted, revealing the entrance to Baron’s Vault—now standing before them.
“Whoooa—” The avatar of Baron Donald, a round-faced Charlotte in full regalia, sucked in a sharp breath, nearly losing control of his form. “Jesus, what a glutton…”
Charlotte couldn’t help but marvel. His pupils dilated, filled entirely with golden light.
Inside the vast Hidden Chamber, mountains of gold piled high. Glittering gemstones and pearls cascaded like rivers, their brilliance overwhelming. Scrolls lined crystal cabinets—thousands of them, covered in dense, ancient script.
Lucky Emperor stood frozen, mouth agape, legs trembling. “Is every baron in Thrace this rich? If we seized the entire noble class, we’d be filthy rich! How many crates could we open?”
He still remembered the crushing despair of his failed crate pull—the moment he’d lost everything. If he had one more chance, he’d redeem himself. He’d create a miracle.
Charlotte smacked the back of Lucky Emperor’s head. “Stop thinking about your damn crate! The real prize is intelligence!”
Mingyue added, “We’re running out of time. Thrace’s forces could arrive any moment. Grab whatever treasure you can—but prioritize the important intelligence and quest items first.”
Charlotte patted Lucky Emperor’s shoulder with a grin. “Lucky Emperor, you’re fast and sharp. You’ll help me comb through the clues. Everyone else—empty this fat pig’s Hidden Chamber. Leave nothing behind!”
“Got it!” The players cheered in unison, their voices echoing through the chamber. The Wei Ai Fa Ye, ever the showman, leapt into the gold pile with the euphoria of a cartoon hero.
“Ow! Ahhh!”
A scream tore through the air as the Wei Ai Fa Ye’s health bar plummeted by half. His bones cracked under the weight of the gold.
Most players, however, remained unaffected. They pulled out their Dimensional Sacks, waved their staves, and guided streams of gold coins, pearls, and gemstones into the magical bags with steady, uninterrupted flow.
Only Lucky Emperor looked miserable, whispering, “Yes, Guild Leader…”
Charlotte and Lucky Emperor dove into the scrolls, scanning the parchments. Most detailed royal and noble transactions—wealthy dealings, bribes, favors. Valuable intelligence.
> Baron Elliot Morrison sent 3,000 gold coins to secure His Majesty Wilhelm’s favor—granting his son a position as court minister.
> Viscount Louis Kaufman paid 100 gold coins for three 12-year-old pages—must be handsome.
> Baron Henry Harrison spent 1,000 gold coins on a villa in the Outer District for his mistress.
Charlotte waved a hand. “Scoop it all up. These could be blackmail material against Thrace.”
He swept all the scrolls into his Dimensional Sack with a flourish.
The clinking of gold, the players’ laughter—joyful and unrestrained—filled the chamber.
Lucky Emperor sorted the scrolls, eyes hopeful. “Guild Leader, they’re working so hard. Let me help them gather the money!”
“Dream on.” Charlotte shot him a glance, pointing toward the far corner. “Keep searching. Baron Donald wouldn’t hide vital intelligence in plain sight. Most of this gold must be turned in—Empire headquarters is watching. A portion goes to the Guild treasury. But if you were to spend it on opening crates? It’d be the same as giving it to the Empire.”
He grinned, remembering Lucky Emperor’s disastrous crate obsession—his debts still unpaid. The thought brought him a deep, wicked pleasure.
Clink. Clink.
The sound of gold was like a succubus whispering in his ear—intoxicating, agonizing. The nearness of wealth, just out of reach, made Lucky Emperor’s fists tremble.
Charlotte… you’ve gone too far. I’m putting your video—of you seducing the baron in a dress—on the forum. You’ll be the second social death king after Langli BaiTiao!
Lucky Emperor roared silently in his mind.
Still fuming, he slammed his fist into the wall—just to release the anger.
Boom!
“Wait… that sound… wasn’t right,” Lucky Emperor muttered, pressing his ear to the wall. He tapped again. Then his eyes widened.
The wall was hollow.
“Guys! Come quick! This wall’s hollow! There’s something inside!”
Charlotte and the others rushed over. The wall shimmered, and a complex, ancient hexagram rune array began to glow faintly.
Charlotte studied it closely. “This… must be the quest item we’re looking for.”
He raised his staff, murmuring a spell.
Remove Magic
But the Third Circle spell flared weakly—useless against the intricate runes. It did nothing but waste a precious spell slot.
Beep-beep-beep—
A sudden alarm blared from the device at the chamber’s entrance. Red lights flashed.
Mingyue, stationed at the door, called out, “Divination activated! Massive spatial magic disturbance! Thrace spellcasters are descending—now!”
Charlotte snapped, “Didn’t you cast a Spatial Lock?”
“No,” Mingyue replied, grim. “It won’t hold. Their spatial magic is at Eighth-Order level. Even Lord Lanpu’s custom scrolls can only sustain it for three minutes. Guild Leader, we must retreat—now!”
“Give me two more minutes. If I can’t open this compartment, we initiate teleportation.”
“Understood.”
Charlotte cursed under his breath. Thrace came too fast. I wasted too much time. Just when I found the intelligence…
But there was no time for regret. His eyes locked onto the rune array—the last hope.
“Hurry! Think—how do we break this?”
Boom!
Before Charlotte could react, Flying Witch raised her wand like a club and smashed it into the wall.
Debris flew. The wall cracked open, revealing a gaping hole. With the agility of a demolition worker, she crawled through sideways and pulled out a black, smoldering metal box.
She wiped grime from her face, grumbling, “Why overthink it? Just smash the wall!”
“…You’re the genius,” Charlotte muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. He snatched the box and shouted to Mingyue, “We’ve got it! Activate the Group Teleportation Spell!”
“On it!” Mingyue pulled out a pre-prepared scroll and activated it. The parchment flared with blinding light, enveloping the group.
“Tiedan, come here.” Charlotte ordered.
The animated armor lumbered forward, heavy steps echoing. Charlotte didn’t care—it was an elite combat unit. Free power? Why not take it?
Once in Anzeta, the armor would be powerless. Even if it went rogue, it couldn’t cause real damage.
Charlotte cracked open the still-warm metal box. Inside lay a tattered, blood-stained parchment—possibly a pact.
The text was written in black-red ink, oozing a faint, sinister aura. The words were blurred, nearly illegible—except for one name at the bottom.
“Zaril? Who’s that? I’ve heard that name before…”
He rubbed his chin, lost in thought—when suddenly, the space before him rippled. The air shattered like glass, spiderweb cracks spreading across the void.
A burning longsword burst through the rift. Then came massive wings, feathers scattering. A thunderous roar followed.
“Daring indeed!”
“You dare assassinate a noble of Thrace? This is an affront to His Majesty Wilhelm!”
The players turned in unison.
Before them stood a magnificent figure—wings spread wide, silver armor gleaming, a face of divine beauty. Behind him, a tall man in a crimson robe, staff in hand, radiated ancient power.
“Kill them!” the red-robed mage roared. “Invasionists seek escape!”
Arcane energy surged. Invisible chains rose from the ground, locking down the spatial rift.
“Mortal filth,” the winged man snarled, raising his flaming sword. “Face your end!”
A gust of divine wind—just from his aura—shook the players to their cores.
Charlotte’s face paled. “No… Angel Divine Offspring. Mingyue—tear the scroll!”
“Got it!” Mingyue gritted her teeth, pouring every ounce of focus into the scroll. The magic flared—then ignited.
Whoosh—
With the last flicker of the spatial lock closing—dozens of Magic Coin players, plus the animated armor, vanished in a flash of light.
As they disappeared, Charlotte gave one last, smug wave to the charging angel.
“Foolish Thrace fools! This is how I escape!”
Slash!
The flaming sword cut through the air—cracking the wall behind him. Flames roared, melting the remaining gold into molten rivers.
“…They’ve escaped!” The angel landed, half-kneeling, plunging his sword into the ground. The earth cracked beneath him.
His eyes burned crimson. He turned to the mage. “William. Can you track them?”
The red-robed mage sighed, shaking his head. “Lord Hans… their magic level is low. But the one who crafted the scroll… he’s far more skilled than I expected. No spatial coordinates remain. My divination sphere is blank.”
“Damn it!” The angel slammed his fist into the ground. The underground trembled.
“And that Donald—a swine! Corrupted by such petty tricks… a disgrace to His Majesty Wilhelm!”
The mention of the king made Hans glance at the shattered wall and the empty chamber. For the first time, arrogance cracked—revealing a flicker of panic.
“Damn it… damn it! His Majesty said that pact was vital. Donald was unworthy of trust!”
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Anzeta Great Wasteland, Suburbs of Isdalia, Magic Coins Special Experience Point Experiment Ground
Space warped and twisted. Dozens of blurred figures materialized from thin air.
Charlotte and his team reappeared—safe, breathless.
Charlotte slapped his own cheek, exhaling. “Phew… that was close. That angel’s sword was almost in my face. We barely made it.”
Mingyue nodded. “Back in the Empire… safer, always.”
Charlotte shrugged off his Chameleon Robe, wiped sweat from his brow, and let out a long, relieved breath.
“Ah… still better than that fat pig’s face. I’m the handsome one.”
He turned to the animated armor, grinning. “Right, Tiedan?”
But as Charlotte spoke, the crack in the armor’s chest pulsed with a deep red glow. A cold, spine-chilling voice echoed from within.
“Enemy detected. Eliminate all invaders!”
The armor raised its massive iron hammer, aiming directly at Charlotte’s head.
But Charlotte merely raised a finger.
A surge of overwhelming strength surged from him. The armor froze—its hammer drooping, lifeless.
The dead magic zone, a power reserved for Empire Barons, had severed the armor’s magic core. It was now completely under Charlotte’s control.
“Still thinking you’re in that Hidden Chamber?” Charlotte said, walking toward it. “This is my territory now.”
The Magic Coin members, alerted by the return of their elite, rushed over.
“Guild Leader! You’re back!”
“Whoa—did you bring a 12-level Construct? That’s insane!”
Charlotte patted the lifeless armor. “This is Tiedan. He’s our new experimental subject!”
But he didn’t see it—the hand of Lucky Emperor, clenched tightly around an image stone, now glowing with a strange, unnatural light.
(End of Chapter)
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