Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 442 Imperial Decree

"Uh, Open Sesame?"

Completely unaware of the password, Fan Wei could only blurt out a sentence, which immediately resulted in him being attacked by the blood-red head.

"Incorrect password." The gaping maw suddenly opened wide, like a black hole that devoured everything, pulling all the light along with Fan Wei!

The vision went completely black in an instant, and it was 'game over' for the second time.

"Truly not to be underestimated..." I thought I could put up some resistance, but the speed of death was faster than I imagined. The capital city is indeed very well hidden, with many unfathomable things lurking beneath the surface.

Back in real time, Fan Wei awkwardly pressed his fingers against his chin.

The most troublesome thing is that he might not be able to figure out a 'password' with a completely unknown scope and format, no matter how long he tries.

Moreover, this is not mechanical, sorcery, or magic, and cannot be broken by ordinary means.

The Empire is clever in its deep security measures, choosing the most complex and secure 'biolock'. Without the password, this door will never be opened.

Has it all ended in failure?

"Misser, are you in trouble? Can I help you?"

Seeing Fan Wei's gloomy and thoughtful expression, Dust spoke up. Although she was not very smart and did not have great strength, the gods had given her incredible abilities.

Perhaps, I can also become the key to helping Misr!

A surge of excitement welled up in the girl's heart. Seeing her enthusiasm, Fan Wei confided his troubles. He wasn't arrogant and felt that only he could solve the problem.

There are countless people who are smarter and more imaginative than him.

Perhaps the biggest problem has the easiest solution?

"If that's the case..." After listening to Fan Wei's explanation of his ability to predict the future, Dust made a request, "Could you take me with you this time?"

It sounds like the girl is making progress?

Fan Wei didn't ask any more questions, but entered the future perspective again with anticipation. This time, he moved forward with dust on his back, and arrived at the door guarded by the giant skull with ease.

"Entry password." The skull repeated the same words in its lifeless voice.

Dust took a deep breath, then spoke abruptly, looking up at him with a commanding tone, "Open the door!"

Huh? Is that okay?

Fan Wei froze, instinctively preparing for the skull attack, but everything before him seemed to freeze, the world falling into a strange state of stagnation.

Just as he was wondering if he had accidentally used up the last bit of time.

As if a faint, indescribable light flashed, the massive skull said slowly and mechanically, "Password correct."

While Fan Wei's mind went blank, the tightly sealed door opened silently, revealing the scene inside the pupil mechanism... Really??

Staring blankly at the little dust that breathed a sigh of relief, his worldview underwent a tremor.

I thought the girl had a special method, but did she just casually say the correct password?

"How did they do that?" Unable to contain his curiosity, Fan Wei asked. It seemed unbelievable to him that the Empire would be so foolish as to set such a simple password.

Dust opened her lips happily, wanting to proudly proclaim her abilities, but she suddenly stopped.

Looking into Fan Wei's eyes, the girl looked away. "Yes, it's my secret, I can't tell you right now..."

"Okay, it's alright, everyone has their own little secrets." Fan Wei smiled faintly, not caring at all, although he was really curious whether this was Dust's special ability.

But everyone has the right to privacy, and he respects the dust's choice.

The girl carefully observed Misser's expression, worried that he might harbor resentment.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it. What a wonderful power it was to have her wishes come true! However, just as she was about to speak to the person in front of her, Dust suddenly realized that this ability was not good for him.

Some people may like their own will and everything about themselves, but can they really be changed by someone else in a single thought?

If Misel knew the truth, would he suspect that all the goodwill he felt towards him came from modifications made by a despicable half-breed?

Dust dared not think any further; she had come to understand how terrifying this ability was.

'...do whatever you want.'

A vague thought flashed through her mind, but the terrified girl immediately extinguished it. At the same time, she was puzzled to find that she and Misr had returned to the fog gate.

"The experiment was a success!"

Putting away the pocket watch, Fan Wei said happily to Dust, "Although I don't know how you did it, I'm counting on you for the rest, Miss Dust!"

"You're welcome, I..."

Dust realized that her previous experience was Misr's predictive method, but she remembered everything that happened. Was this one of the special manifestations of her divine power?

Pretending to know nothing, he walked through the fog gate again, and the dust made a wish once more, hoping that the gate would open according to his command.

The enormous skull on the door was as docile as a watchdog. After the two stepped out of the dark space, the door closed and disappeared behind them. They had only passed through a corridor to get to the elevator.

"Amazing technology."

Fan Wei's expression suddenly changed as he marveled at how the empire was indeed full of hidden talents. The transparent figures caught up with him again, like a sharp storm sweeping in.

"Run!" He blocked the attack with a stern expression, only to find that the attack was several times stronger than before.

As if it had been strengthened in the core area, a large number of shadows broke out of their stealth state and launched an attack in groups. Fan Wei, who was quickly parrying, felt his whole body stiffen. He had actually been hit by a magic that could immobilize him!

Those beings have been upgraded to the point where they can use magic and spells, and their levels are quite high!

There was no time to defend himself, and he endured the sharp blade piercing his body. Fan Wei painfully freed one arm and pushed the dust far away.

The cold blade, stinging with pain, slashed towards his neck!

Boom! True domineering battle aura roared in the underground passage. Fan Wei, who was really going all out, used his blood energy to break through the magic restraint and unleashed an indiscriminate area attack!

He cleaved a group of attackers in front of him with a single stroke, their slender, long-haired bodies melting like wax.

But more shadows surged up, like a fearless swarm of piranhas. Fan Wei stood guard in the passage, facing the oncoming torrent, raising his silver heart that shimmered with various powers.

The brief exchange halted the overwhelming attack, but his wounds continued to multiply.

There were so many of these seemingly identical attackers that it seemed like they could never be killed off. Even the best-laid plans can have a loophole, and attacks would always find a way to land on Fan Wei.

The dust, pushed far away, dispelled the dizziness and revealed only the blood-stained clothes of Misr, who stood guard in the cold light.

A sudden surge of urgency and anger welled up within her, a disruptive force poised to erupt, but a voice abruptly halted everything before she could react.

"Stop, stop!"

A clear, anxious female voice rang out amidst a series of stumbling and clattering sounds. A door not far away was pushed open, and a young girl wearing a half-metal eye patch ran out.

All attacks stopped instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed!

The attackers, who had been keeping Fan Wei busy, sensed the order, withdrew their hands, which had turned into sharp blades, and quickly retreated, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor like white ghosts.

"Is that you, Misser?"

Tong rushed out of the room, shouting with joy, but because she rushed too fast, she fell to the ground.

Her cry of pain drew the attention of the dust beside her. The girl looked at Fan Wei, who was covered in blood and looked somewhat pale, but nodded to her, and bent down to help Tong up.

"Misser, you're finally here! Hmm, you look so thin, your fingers are so slender."

Tong, who had been helped up, was very restless, stroking back and forth. Holding the dusty hand, she asked in surprise, leaving the girl frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

"I'm here... Hitomi."

Having been slashed countless times, Fan Wei, grimacing and suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, was both amused and exasperated. Such injuries would be fatal to an ordinary person, but for a high-level professional, they were merely superficial wounds.

The muscles contract to stop the bleeding, and the body recovers slowly with the help of the healing power of the silver core.

Fan Wei, whose injuries were not serious, came to Tong's side and immediately sensed that the female director seemed a little off. He waved his hand in front of Tong's face.

"Can't you predict where I will be?"

For a prophet, mistaking someone is an incredibly incredible thing!

Fan Wei's question caused Tong, who looked slightly disheveled and dejected, to fall silent. She let go of the dust in her hand, looking utterly dejected.

"I'm sorry, Misser."

The young girl's voice was heartbreaking, and tears seemed to finally find an outlet. Tong choked back sobs as she uttered the shocking news: "My eyes... I can't see anymore!"