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Chapter 801: Questions (Requesting for Golden Tickets!) · Oct 05, 2026

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801 Chapter 801: Questions (Requesting for Golden Tickets!) 2026-10-05
802 Chapter 802: Research Centre 2026-10-05
803 Chapter 803: Books 2026-10-05
804 Chapter 804: Realisation 2026-10-05
805 Chapter 805: Law Application 2026-10-05
806 Chapter 806: New Realm 2026-10-05
807 Chapter 807: Found You 2026-10-05
808 Chapter 808: Battle 2026-10-05
809 Chapter 809: Enhancer 2026-10-05
810 Chapter 810: Active Law 2026-10-05
811 Chapter 811: Strong 2026-10-05
812 Chapter 812: Containment 2026-10-05
813 Chapter 813: Another Deal 2026-10-05
814 Chapter 814: Departure [1] 2026-10-05
815 Chapter 815: Departure [2] 2026-10-05
816 Chapter 816: Different Experience 2026-10-05
817 Chapter 817: First Floor 2026-10-05
818 Chapter 818: Station 2026-10-05
819 Chapter 819: Rumours 2026-10-05
820 Chapter 820: Search 2026-10-05
821 Chapter 821: Michael Norman 2026-10-05
822 Chapter 822: Return 2026-10-05
823 Chapter 823: Power Politics 2026-10-05
824 Chapter 824: Another Kidnapping? 2026-10-05
825 Chapter 825: Strong Presence 2026-10-05
826 Chapter 826: Spirit Projection 2026-10-05
827 Chapter 827: Rank 5 Demigod Makes A Move (Bonus - !!! Thank you Ofcsoccer4 for the massive gift!!) 2026-10-05
828 Chapter 828: Heading Back (Bonus - !!) 2026-10-05
829 Chapter 829: Debts 2026-10-05
830 Chapter 830: Explain Yourself 2026-10-05
831 Chapter 831: Monster 2026-10-05
832 Chapter 832: Priority 2026-10-05
833 Chapter 833: Two Presence 2026-10-05
834 Chapter 834: The Day 2026-10-05
835 Chapter 835: Expedition 2026-10-05
836 Chapter 836: They Meet Again 2026-10-05
837 Chapter 837: Departure 2026-10-05
838 Chapter 838: The Empire Arrival 2026-10-05
839 Chapter 839: Political Nonsense 2026-10-05
840 Chapter 840: Someone From Aurora 2026-10-05
841 Chapter 841: Entering the Ruin [1] 2026-10-05
842 Chapter 842: Entering the Ruin [2] 2026-10-05
843 Chapter 843: Entering the Ruin [3] 2026-10-05
844 Chapter 844: Entering the Ruin [4] 2026-10-05
845 Chapter 845: Entering the Ruin [5] 2026-10-05
846 Chapter 846: Orb 2026-10-05
847 Chapter 847: Faces 2026-10-05
848 Chapter 848: Eerie Discovery 2026-10-05
849 Chapter 849: Pattern 2026-10-05
850 Chapter 850: A Location 2026-10-05

Chapter 801: Questions (Requesting for Golden Tickets!)

”If all paths lead forward, but one path erases the memory of why you began, which path preserves the journey?”

Silence fell.

Michael’s eyes narrowed instantly.

Rynne frowned.

”A journey isn’t measured by distance,” she said. ”It’s measured by continuity. If you forget why you started, you didn’t preserve anything.”

For a brief moment, the symbols trembled.

Then they realigned.

”Answer accepted.”

A soft tone echoed.

”One of four confirmed.”

”Question two.”

The voice paused.

”What is heavier.”

Michael blinked.

Rynne stiffened.

The question continued.

”A mountain.

Or a name you can no longer call.”

There was no mention of materials. No rules. No hidden mechanisms.

Just words.

Michael felt something shift in his chest before his mind even finished processing it.

He did not answer immediately.

Neither did Rynne.

Because the answer was obvious.

And because obvious answers were often the most dangerous.

Rynne was the one who spoke this time.

”The name,” she said softly.

The sphere remained silent.

Michael followed without hesitation.

”A mountain can be moved,” he added. ”Eroded. Broken. Forgotten. But a name you can no longer call doesn’t get lighter with time. It only sinks deeper.”

In the supernatural world, even realms could be moved. But when something insignificant was placed beside them, it oddly stood out.

This was Michael’s logic, supported by whatever reasoning had come to mind at first glance.

”Answer accepted.”

”Two of four confirmed.”

”Question three.”

”What is the easiest thing to lose?”

Michael blinked.

Rynne frowned almost immediately.

That was it?

Just a plain, almost childish question.

Michael’s mind moved fast.

”Trust,” he said after a second. ”It takes years to build and a moment to destroy.”

Rynne shook her head at once. ”No. That’s too heavy. The question says easiest, not most painful.”

”Pain doesn’t disqualify it,” Michael replied. ”Trust disappears the moment doubt enters.”

Rynne crossed her arms. ”Then it wouldn’t be the easiest. If it mattered enough to hurt, it wasn’t easy to lose in the first place.”

Michael looked at her. ”You’re overcorrecting.”

”And you’re romanticizing it,” Rynne shot back.

The sphere remained silent, waiting.

Michael exhaled slowly, then tried again.

”Time,” he said. ”You don’t notice it leaving until it’s gone.”

Rynne hesitated, then shook her head again. ”No. You always notice time. That’s why people regret it.”

Michael’s brows knit together. ”Then what do you think it is?”

Rynne was quiet for a moment, visibly torn. She glanced at the sphere, then back at Michael.

”I don’t know,” she admitted. ”But none of yours feel right.”

Michael clenched his jaw.

After a moment, he lifted a hand slightly. ”Fine. Answer it your way.”

Rynne inhaled, then let it out slowly.

”The easiest thing to lose,” Rynne said, ”is attention.”

Michael looked at her in utter confusion.

That was it?

That was her best answer?

Attention?

Silence.

A low tone echoed.

”Answer rejected.”

Rynne’s shoulders stiffened.

”Correct answer.”

The light sharpened.

”Something small.”

Michael froze.

Rynne stared.

The voice continued, unbothered.

”The easiest thing to lose is something small, because it is dismissed, overlooked, and forgotten.”

The sphere pulsed again.

”Two of three answers confirmed.”

Michael let out a short, incredulous breath.

”...That’s it?” he muttered.

Rynne stared at the projection, then laughed once under her breath, sharp and disbelieving.

”All that,” she said, ”and the answer was something small.”

Michael shook his head slowly.

It was not close to his answers. Not even adjacent.

And yet, it fit perfectly.

The sphere began to rotate again.

”Proceeding to final question.”

”Final question.”

”What do you bring with you when you come empty handed?”

Silence fell heavier than before.

Michael stared at the words.

Rynne did the same.

There was no trick wording. It was painfully simple, almost insulting in its simplicity.

And that was what made it terrifying.

Michael’s first instinct was to answer immediately. Too many thoughts surfaced at once.

Every answer felt correct.

Yet every answer also felt wrong.

He forced himself to stay quiet.

They could not afford another mistake.

Rynne’s jaw tightened. She shifted her weight slightly, then stopped herself. Her eyes flicked once to Michael, then back to the sphere.

This question was different from the others.

Michael inhaled slowly.

What do you bring with you when you come empty handed?

Nothing, his mind answered reflexively.

But that was too literal.

And literal answers had already proven to be traps.

Rynne pressed her lips together. Michael almost spoke.

He stopped himself.

The question was not asking what you needed.

It was asking what you brought.

The distinction mattered.

He glanced at Rynne again.

Neither of them dared to gamble now.

Two answers confirmed. One rejection already hanging over them like a blade.

Michael’s thoughts slowed.

Rynne finally broke the silence, her voice low.

”This one feels dangerous,” she said. ”Because it sounds obvious.”

Michael nodded faintly.

They stood there for several more seconds. The sphere did not rush them. It waited patiently.

Michael closed his eyes briefly.

What do you bring when you come empty handed?

A few seconds later, he opened them.

”I think I know,” he said quietly.

Rynne turned to him immediately. ”Are you sure?”

”No,” Michael replied.

She hesitated, then nodded once. ”Say it.”

Michael looked at the sphere.

”When you come empty handed,” he said slowly, choosing each word with care, ”you bring yourself.”

The sphere did not react.

Rynne’s breath caught.

Michael continued.

”Everything else is something you add. But yourself is what arrives first.”

The silence stretched.

For a moment, Michael wondered if he had failed.

Then the sphere pulsed.

”Answer accepted.”

Rynne’s shoulders sagged slightly, the tension finally releasing.

”Three of four confirmed,” the voice said. ”Threshold met.”

The symbols inside the sphere unraveled, transforming into flowing lines that sank into the ground, merging with the magic circle beneath their feet.

”Access granted.”

Michael let out a slow breath he had not realized he was holding.

Rynne looked at him, a strange expression on her face.

”That was risky,” she said quietly.

Michael gave a faint smile.

”So was everything else,” he replied.

Ahead of them, a portal slowly emerged from the void.

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