Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1898 - 573: The Secret of the Origin of the Card Master Civilization_4

Chapter 1898: Chapter 573: The Secret of the Origin of the Card Master Civilization_4

They left some "doubts" in their era; if someone in later generations is qualified to touch those secrets, they can unravel the mysteries and deduce some truths.

It’s like the ancestors dug graves for themselves and buried their burial objects.

Only later generations have the opportunity to find clues in the dust of history, in those historical relics, and then glimpse the big secret hidden away.

....

Too many thoughts in the mind, can’t figure it out temporarily.

What happened in history can be pondered slowly.

But the impending grand battle before us is urgent.

Initially thought it was only the trouble of the Orlan Royal Court and several Outer Gods, but now it seems, the bigger trouble is still lurking in the dark.

Leonard Churchill and Noah Wright exchanged glances, eyebrows furrowing repeatedly, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

Noah Wright looked at his expression and smiled easily, "This time I came specifically to find you."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill’s eye twitched; no wonder that earlier feeling was so familiar.

This guy... is here to entrust me again!

Sure enough, Noah Wright directly said: "If I suddenly ’disappear’, some things still need someone to know. Others are temporarily not qualified to hear those words just now, nor would they understand. Only you are suitable."

While saying this, he looked at Leonard Churchill, and said apologetically: "Of course, hope it does not burden you."

"..."

Leonard Churchill rolled his eyes and retorted: "Then why did you say it?"

This Mushroomhead certainly knows he’s definitely not afraid of trouble.

Telling him is entirely because of trust and that kind of sympathy and unspoken mutual understanding.

"Hahaha..."

Noah Wright laughed heartily.

The two didn’t care about it at all.

Leonard Churchill watched his smile but suddenly his gaze tightened.

The "disappearing" he spoke of, is probably like how Will Smith suddenly vanished in history.

Because they accessed certain secrets, they would attempt certain things, and once those attempts failed, they might be erased by some high-dimensional existence.

Noah Wright said as he took out a booklet: "This is my recent new insight on ’I Am the World’, it has actually reached the pinnacle humanity can touch..."

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill knew this guy wanted to entrust him with passing down this Secret Skill and the legacy of the Pursuer of Light.

But hearing these words, Leonard Churchill exclaimed in surprise: "You’ve touched the ’Realm of Rules’?"

"Hmm."

Noah Wright casually uttered, yet it seemed to embody an overwhelming authority, "Glimpsed those secrets; it was actually my ascension ceremony. The chaos of the East Wilderness, the chaos of the entire Plane, to me, it’s all a chess game. Although I haven’t jumped out of the chessboard, I can already glimpse a few thoughts of the chess master..."

"..."

Listening to this, Leonard Churchill’s expression instantly became solemn, and he felt a sudden sense of reverence.

Only then did he realize that Mushroomhead’s Realm had always been unfathomable.

From when he first met him, he found Noah Wright’s Realm elusive and distant; now, even though he’s already at the Eighth Rank, upon looking up, that guy is still ahead.

Thinking about this, Leonard Churchill sighed deeply and finally uttered one word: "Alright."

He didn’t ask what this guy was going to do; this single word "Alright" was already taking the baton passed to him.

Noah Wright saw this, his gaze subtly resonating with relief and a smile, "Good, then I will not stay longer."

Before his words faded, his entire body gradually became transparent, on the verge of disappearing on the spot.

Leonard Churchill watched silently for a moment and said: "Take care."

"Hmm."

In another glance, the figure has vanished on the spot.

The Pursuer of Light is like a pioneer cutting through thorns in the darkness. He moves forward courageously, even if pricked and covered in blood, without hesitation, only to explore a correct path towards the dawn for those who come later.