Chapter 438 - This is My Greatest Achievemen (1/2)

Roland understood Schuck’s dilemma and helplessness.

On one side were people who were brought up with the same views of the world, life, and values, and on the other side was someone who treated him well.

It was now a clash of personal feelings and philosophies, so Schuck had no choice.

After leaving the bar, Roland didn’t go to the saber arts club but continued to read through forum posts at home.

It was now four days before Roland and the others could leave the dungeon, and there was no telling what the situation would be at that time.

But looking at the situation now, a war was inevitable.

Judging by the number of arguments on the forum, the number of G.o.d-protectors didn’t seem to be very large.

After all, most of the players, when they graduated from college, pa.s.sed in politics.

But even so, the player community was torn apart.

If one added the previous division plan of the Hollevin’s royal family, then the players were now clearly differentiated in alignment preferences.

Roland sighed. In this situation, even if he came out of the dungeon, it wouldn’t be much help.

The alliance of churches sounded grand, and even if Roland could get out of the dungeon, what could he do?

This was a collective order!

All the churches probably dispatched Legends.

Against the alliance of the few great churches, how could the players survive?

With their iron heads?

Even if they did have iron heads, they wouldn’t be able to stop them.

Roland sighed deeply. It was rare that he wasn’t considering a problem related to magic.

He tried to think and see what he could do in this war, but in the end, he realized that he couldn’t do anything.

Because he was too weak.

What if he had Legendary strength?

Perhaps, he might be able to sway some events.

An entire day pa.s.sed quickly in this helpless mood of his.

Roland entered the game once again.

It was morning in the game, and Mordenkainen, who taught him, keenly noticed that Roland’s spirit wasn’t quite right, so he asked what was going on.

After a while of silence, Roland told him roughly what happened.

Mordenkainen smiled and said, “Don’t think too much, just wimp out when it’s time and wait until you have the strength to retaliate. For men, it’s not ugly to run away once in a while.”

Roland then asked, “Then, old man, have you ever run away before?

“Of course,” Mordenkainen said matter-of-factly. “When I was fourteen, I was invited to a duel by a n.o.ble warrior who was so much stronger than me, and three times my age. How could I have won the fight? So I fled, and two years later I returned, broke his legs, and left him in the sun for half a day before I allowed him to go back to recuperate. No one has dared to bother me randomly since.”

Roland laughed after hearing this. “You weren’t strong and you were young, so it’s normal to run away for a bit, right?”

“When I cut the threads of fate, the first time the G.o.ddess of Fortune came to my door, I was terrified and ran away immediately. And I ran away in an ugly way you’d never expect.” Seemingly remembering the past, Mordenkainen smiled a little.

Roland asked curiously, “In what way?”

“I curbed all my mental energy fluctuations, disguised myself as an ordinary person, and jumped into a cesspool. I got covered in sh*t, and although I escaped the G.o.ddess of Fate’s first raid, I didn’t dare to eat meat for ten days afterward. It was disgusting!”

Mordenkainen was brilliant and wise in the historical records… It was all grand, glorious, and proper. It was normal to wimp out in the fight against n.o.bles. After all, at that time, Mordenkainen was still young and hadn’t begun to create his spells. According to the magic records, it was after the age of twenty-five years that Mordenkainen began to improve and innovate in magic.

In other words, fourteen-year-old Mordenkainen was still a weakling.

Wimping out was normal.

However, it was a bit unbelievable that Mordenkainen, who should be close to a Legend, if not a Legend, after severing the threads of fate, jumped into a cesspool for refuge at such a powerful stage.

Roland’s expression immediately turned strange.

He didn’t know whether to say that Mordenkainen was flexible, or whether to laugh at him for actually jumping into a cesspool!

But Roland also understood Mordenkainen’s meaning.

Even such a powerful person like me wimped out before. You’re a young man, so it doesn’t matter if you wimp out once!

That was roughly what the point was.

Roland felt much better when he heard Mordenkainen’s advice.

Mordenkainen’s old, withered hand tapped the tabletop lightly. He thought for a moment and said, “Since you’re from the future, you should know what my greatest achievement is, right?”

“Spell models,” said Roland.

“Wrong.” Mordenkainen was rather disappointed. “It seems there’s still a fissure in history, and of course it could be deliberately caused by certain people who wanted to conceal my greatest achievement.”

Roland gave an oh. “And what’s your greatest achievement, old man?”

“The floating city!” said Mordenkainen, rather proudly stroking his beard.

The floating city?

Roland had no impression of this… or rather, the magic records he read never mentioned the term floating city.

Hollevin also used hieroglyphics and ideoglphyics.

This was why Roland could understand what this term meant.

“Pity. It seems that the historical records at your time are no good either.” Mordenkainen smiled and said, “I’m much weaker now, but still no one dares to trouble me for the simple reason that I have a floating city. And it’s an astral floating city.”

Roland understood roughly what Mordenkainen was saying, but he didn’t have a direct impression.

“Get up and I’ll show you.”