Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!

Chapter 1522: Chapter 1520: Invitation (Groggily Got Up at 6 AM)

”Huh? You want me to go back?”

Even through the screen, Fang Zheng could see Sajou Aika’s face full of reluctance.

”You don’t want to come back?”

”Of course not, Father... Why do I have to go back?!”

Upon hearing Fang Zheng’s question, Sajou Aika immediately started to complain.

”I’ve had enough of that awful place, this place is so much more fun! It’s so boring over there, I have no interest at all.”

”Well, I do understand your feelings...”

Looking at Aika pouting in front of him, Fang Zheng was at a loss for words. He certainly understood why Aika didn’t want to come back. In the game world, Aika had achieved success. Moreover, compared to the satisfaction that came easily to her in the Type Moon World, the sense of achievement from hard work made Aika much more addicted. In fact, she was already planning the sequel to Dark Soul, and this time Fang Zheng decided to leave the decision entirely to Aika. After all, he initially made the Dark Soul just to share the challenge, and now that his purpose was achieved, he could step back contentedly.

While Aika was eager to take another step, Fang Zheng unexpectedly wanted her to return to the Type Moon World...

For Aika, that world was entirely devoid of secrets. She was completely tired of it, not to mention the fifty-year technological gap between the game world and the Type Moon World. To her, the Type Moon World was like a backward countryside, and she didn’t want to return.

”But your parents and sister will worry about you, wouldn’t you at least say hello?”

”Not necessary.”

Aika flatly refused, seeming to have no feelings whatsoever for her father and sister. Perhaps that was indeed the case.

”How about this—you can organize all existing magical family data from this world and send it to me. I’ll find someone here to work on it, no problem, right?”

”Of course, I’ll leave it to you, Father.”

Upon hearing this, Aika finally showed a pleased smile.

”Then, I’ll go out with Aoba and the others to have fun later. After that, I’ll send all the data to you, Father.”

After saying this, Aika ended the communication, and Fang Zheng shrugged helplessly, before transforming once again into his Red Ponytail form.

”Ah... Aika really has no intention of returning...”

Sighing, Fang Zheng shrugged helplessly. But that was fine too, at least in that world, Aika could live like an ordinary person. As for the Type Moon World... it was indeed twisted enough for her to not want to return.

”Little Hong, time for breakfast.”

At this moment, Hana’s voice rang from outside the door. Fang Zheng washed his face, then opened the door.

”Coming.”

When Fang Zheng and Hana arrived at the dining room, nearly all the guests who arrived yesterday were present, except for the elderly man in the wheelchair. Not only that, there was one more person at the table...

”Who’s that Gold Drill-Head?”

Fang Zheng glanced around and unexpectedly noticed a girl he hadn’t seen before sitting on the other side. She wore a blue dress, and her golden curly hair was styled into drills on her sides. She looked quite arrogant.

”Luvia Zelita Edelfelt.”

At this time, Lord El-Melloi II answered Fang Zheng’s question.

”She was also an invitee, but due to some incident, arrived in the evening yesterday.”

”Oh...”

Fang Zheng nodded, then turned his gaze back to his breakfast—a very standard Japanese breakfast, apparently considering the fact that he and Kurotou Hana came from Japan. Of course, that’s good, if they dared to serve fish and chips, Fang Zheng would have overturned the table right then and there.

But speaking of which...

”Why are you wearing a hood even in the room?”

Fang Zheng curiously looked at Gray, who was sitting beside him. This girl was hiding her face even during breakfast, which seemed quite odd.

”Uh...”

Confronted by Fang Zheng’s question, Gray seemed unsure of how to respond, while Lord El-Melloi II coldly said,

”Because I don’t want to see that face.”

”Ha? You’re quite stubborn, that face is pretty... oh...”

Halfway through, Fang Zheng seemed to realize something and looked at Lord El-Melloi II again.

”Don’t tell me you still have a shadow over the SABER face, even after ten years? Talk about being perpetually fragile.”

”Uh...”

This time it was Lord El-Melloi II who looked like he’d been punched and couldn’t say anything.

”Master...”

And Gray looked back and forth between Fang Zheng and her teacher, clearly interested in what Fang Zheng was saying, wanting to ask something, but knowing it wasn’t a good moment. Thus, she didn’t know what to say.

”May I say something?”

However, just at that moment, the Gold Drill-Head Luvia spoke up, and the other magicians immediately turned their attention towards her.

Completely unbothered by this, Luvia continued speaking.

”Just last night, thanks to the guidance of Lord El-Melloi II, I had some inspiration regarding our angel names. According to him, it’s based on the SHEMAMPORAE.”

”..........”

For a moment, the previously harmonious atmosphere at the dining table became a bit tense, and Gray seemed somewhat puzzled and asked.

”Excuse me, what is SHEMAMPORAE?”

In response to her question, the Middle Eastern Beard sitting opposite quickly answered.

”It’s a collection of names, in other words, the seventy-two angels......”

The magicians began to discuss it, but Fang Zheng remained oblivious, just munching on her breakfast. She had no interest in these boring things, and instead, Kurotou Hana seemed quite intrigued, listening curiously to the magicians’ discussion, as many things were new knowledge to her, quite fresh.

However, just at that moment, the monk suddenly spoke up.

”If that’s the case, why don’t we just publicly disclose the angel names? Wouldn’t progress be smoother if the information is open? After all, the angel names are written on the room doors and have no hidden meaning.”

Accompanying this remark, the originally lively discussion abruptly stopped, and even became somewhat tense.

And at that moment, Haine stood up.

”--- Sorry, please allow me to take leave.”

”Ah, brother.”

Seeing her brother stand up, Rosalind hurriedly followed. Meanwhile, the Middle Eastern Beard and Gold Drill-Head also finished their meals.

”Oh well, let’s leave it at that.”

”I also think it’s good to end the discussion here.”

This is quite normal, after all, this concerns an inheritance dispute, and there can only be one victor. At this stage, it’s natural that no one would be foolish enough to reveal their information to opponents--- let alone to magicians.

”Ah, right.”

Just as everyone was about to leave the dining room, Fang Zheng put down her bowl and chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and then stood up.

”I have something to say.”

Upon hearing Fang Zheng’s voice, the magicians present stopped and turned their heads to look at her, and Fang Zheng shook her twin ponytails.

”This could be considered my representative words for the World Tree of a Thousand Realms; um... I think everyone came here to find that Wen’s inheritance with their own thoughts and plans, right? If so, I have a proposal.”

”A proposal?”

”That’s right, if anyone has any difficulties they need to solve, how about discussing it with our World Tree of a Thousand Realms? If anyone has that intention, they can come to our room and find us anytime, okay? Ah, our room is in Gabriel, at the end of the second floor, you’re welcome anytime.”

Upon hearing the proposal from the red-haired ponytail girl in front of them, the magicians showed somewhat surprised expressions, and then Haine slightly frowned.

”So what are the conditions? Is it to hand over Ashurban’s inheritance to you?”

”No, we’re not interested in the inheritance. Of course, if we could obtain it, it could be sold for a tidy sum of money, but it’s okay if we don’t. We originally had no interest in what that Wen left behind; it definitely can’t compare to our World Tree of a Thousand Realms.”

”Oh?”

Upon hearing this, Luvia frowned, staring at Fang Zheng.

”Are you saying you’re not at all interested in Ashurban’s magic crest repair techniques?”

”Of course, repairing magic crests, my work is definitely better than that of Wen. If you don’t believe it, you can come and try; as long as the conditions are right, we can fulfill any wish within ethical boundaries for you at the World Tree of a Thousand Realms.....”

Finally, Fang Zheng added a line that somewhat surprised the magicians.

”I understand.”

Haine pondered slightly, then smiled and nodded at Fang Zheng.

”Then, please allow me to consider it. Goodbye.”

After saying this, he turned with his sister and walked out of the dining room, as did the Middle Eastern Beard, while Lord El-Melloi II frowned deeply, lost in thought. But Gold Drill-Head Luvia once again looked at Fang Zheng with puzzlement.

”Since you’re not interested in Ashurban’s inheritance, why did you come?”

”It’s always good to bring people to broaden their horizons.”

Fang Zheng cheerfully reached out and patted Hana who was beside her.

”And watching a good show is quite amusing too.”