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Chapter 2504 - 2499: Shadow of Death · Oct 28, 2026

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Chapter 2504: Chapter 2499: Shadow of Death

In the realm of safety, being as greedy as possible can be considered an excellent trait for an Explorer.

Unless, as a Demigod, one’s perception can discover something extra in this Domain of the Dead, it’s actually not hard to deduce the choices facing someone in Lady Selana’s position—

Once questioning oneself is complete, the attention should first be focused on seeking the Death Overlord.

Then, truly touch upon a special domain in the storm, stepping into another Moore.

With no clue where to start, subconsciously search for a peculiar-looking building.

Unfortunately, besides a large number of silently walking Minotaurs, there were no elite monsters guarding it, nor treasure chests that, once opened, could grant wisdom.

Communication with the Minotaurs was problematic, and even severe interrogation yielded no results.

In this situation, if unwilling to retreat just like that, what else could be done?

As previously mentioned, using racial Talent to try a taste of blood might uncover something, but such an action is a bit too reckless.

Before them, there could very well be a Superior Being who commands the well-known concept of ”death.”

In this place, it’s not just about being cautious with eating anything recklessly; handling too many things could result in something as dire as gangrene.

But if one doesn’t act this way, what else can be done?

There definitely are other options.

For example, integrating into the conceptual level, attempting to cut in line in the Minotaurs’ peculiar order? Taking a couple of steps to see if anything special is discovered?

It can’t be said to be completely without risk, but in a situation where the expected return is not high, the risk seems acceptable.

All things considered, this is why Fu Qian believes that peculiar place might be a trace left by Selana.

”She did something dangerous, risking the balance of life and death being broken.”

Alas, in the Transcendent world, common sense alone isn’t enough for many things.

An old man beside him, with a solemn expression, immediately delivered judgment in the next moment.

”Not possible, it looks like it’s already broken.”

Fu Qian sighed, hinting that there was no need to be so subtle.

Once inside the market, is one still hoping to withdraw unscathed?

The fire on the bat is evidence, suggesting that Lady Selana seems to be acquiring the scent of a Dead Man.

...

There are no coincidences without reason, something mentioned long ago.

Fu Qian never forgot how he arrived at this place; it’s not like Selana appears to have left any clear guides, even if she wanted to, how would she have?

As soon as someone sits in her room after entering, does it automatically trigger and open a path to the Realm of the Dead?

Honestly, it seems too powerful, almost implying a certain level of control over this place, which makes people curious about how it was done.

Now it seems the answer is becoming apparent.

Though not control, due to some dangerous operation, Selana is integrating into this place.

For her, it might not be a good thing, but it did leave subtle traces of power that hold a delicate connection.

Of course, that’s still not a complete explanation.

Don’t forget the most special point that, in theory, I don’t possess Extraordinary Perception.

While Selana’s ability to leave traces is one thing, I still need to be able to have Insight.

Is seeing bats and jumping through windows a result of two worlds being overly connected, or is there another reason?

”You’re more honest than expected.”

The old man’s comment on Fu Qian again expressed surprise.

”A small question, what does the balance of life and death breaking imply? Honestly, it’s hard for me to view this place as the afterlife; everything seems more like a reflection from outside.”

But Fu Qian had no intention of flattering the other, aiming directly at the core.

”For instance, do you exist in the external Moore?”

...

”Very good, it’s the first time someone quickly grasped the key.”

One must admit, the old man indeed exudes a calmness befitting the deceased, even when Fu Qian directly points the question to him, he remains unfazed.

”The answer is simple, I don’t exist, but this is an exception.”

In the next moment, the old man not only directly answered the question but even agreed with Fu Qian’s feeling.

”You’re right, this indeed is a reflection of another Moore; it encompasses more than just items but people too, with every soul in the storm reflected here.

”Most souls differ from me; they maintain balance in such reflections, also different from you, where the part of self still alive can step in with such a clear will.”

Reflection, balance... so that’s it.

Asking questions with answers is so smooth.

Although the old man’s explanation was somewhat vague, Fu Qian, who had already built a model in his mind, only needed to confirm a few parameters to understand.

First, it is indeed akin to a mirror image of reality, where anyone present in the storm over Moore inevitably reflects here.

However, at the same time, the entity does not vanish from reality; it’s about creating this special connection.

It’s true, ”death is not the opposite of life,” instead, it directly exists as a shadow.

To say this is a pure afterlife realm, where only the dead can enter, would imply too close a bond with the real Moore; even synchronizing architectural layouts seems exaggerated.

And if people inside here were like me, accidentally entering during the storm and then stuck, the number of Moore’s missing cases should be significant.

With the old man’s notion of ”balance,” the model now perfectly aligns.

Everyone in the storm mirrors in this place, yet it doesn’t affect the real self; it can be understood as an unknown place casting a reflection.

Of course, the real self isn’t easily entering here, making one’s current state an anomaly.

”Like these people?”

Fu Qian gestured around him.

During the conversation, the two had already approached an unnatural Minotaur.

”That’s right, their selves remain in the living world; these are merely manifestations of the deceased aspects.”

Clearly sensing Fu Qian’s comprehension, the old man’s voice carried what seemed to be admiration.

”But if one day you ended up here like I did and embraced this death, you would disrupt the balance and become a true Dead Man?”

”Yes.”

...

Lady Selana is in a bit of danger.

With the old man’s consecutive confirmations, Fu Qian sighed heavily within.

The situation is clear; normal people maintain a mirrored state—the balance of life and death the old man mentioned, with almost no impact.

This also explains why it can exist for long without being handled by the Night Watchman.

Yet, there’s always a chance the real world’s ”living” parts could inadvertently end up here.

While that doesn’t mean the balance is entirely broken, making return impossible.

Yet, if integration begins, the death part quickly swells, ultimately turning into true deceased and missing persons in reality.

The old man went through this process, and Lady Selana is now becoming the same—partly due to her line-jumping behavior, which is also a form of active integration.

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