Chapter 1122 - 1122 – Portals (1/2)
As soon as Mortis left The Heaven Company, he split into two level one Star Gods.
One of the Mortises took 55 million God Stones, and the other one kept the other five million.
The Mortis with the 55 million God Stones immediately went to the Teleportation Formation Array and traveled towards Gravis.
The other Mortis went to another building.
SHING!
Mortis arrived in front of a gigantic building. However, the building wasn't very tall. It only had about three floors. Yet, it was many kilometers long, and it was also near the middle of Opposer City.
The size and location of this building showed that the owner of this building was an incredibly powerful organization.
Mortis entered.
”Welcome to the Research Company! How can I help you?” the clerk asked.
Mortis looked around the hall and fell into a bit of nostalgia.
This was his first place of employment.
This was the company that had trained him when he had been just a Body Tempering Cultivator, and this was also the company that had sent him to the lower world.
”I need portals to lower and middle worlds,” Mortis said. ”Many.”
The clerk was a bit surprised. ”For whom?” she asked.
SHING! SHING! SHING!
About 100 Mortises in the Spirit Forming and Law Comprehension Realm appeared behind him.
”For them,” Mortis said.
The clerk's mind stopped.
What?
What was going on?
Was she dreaming?
Did that guy in front of her suddenly transform into many small copies of himself?
”Please wait a moment,” she said in confusion. ”I need to call someone.”
Mortis waited.
Some seconds later, an Ancestral God arrived in front of Mortis.
Even the Ancestral God was surprised about all these little Mortises.
”Do you know the Law of the Living World?” he asked.
”What's it to you?” Mortis asked coldly.
The Ancestral God was a bit surprised about Mortis' rude comment, but he realized that he had been the rude one.
Asking about someone else's Laws was a no-go.
”Forget I asked,” the Ancestral God said. ”You wish for all of these copies of yours to travel to lower and middle worlds?”
”Yes. I have the money required,” Mortis said.
The Ancestral God released a sigh.
”I'm sorry, but I can't help you with that request,” he said with some regret.
”Why not?” Mortis asked.
”The rules of the world don't allow powerful people from our world to go to lower worlds. Your strongest incarnation can't surpass the upper limit of the worlds,” the Ancestral God said.
”Don't be vague and say rules of the world,” Mortis said coldly. ”Say how it is. The Heavens don't want that, right?”
The Ancestral God lifted an eyebrow due to Mortis' rather aggressive comment. ”If you want to view it like that, sure.”
”Good,” Mortis said. ”So, what does it have to do with you?”
The Ancestral God's eyebrow rose even more, but this time, in skepticism.
”This is obviously between Heaven and me,” Mortis explained. ”You are the service provider. I pay you to transport me there. What happens after that is not of your concern. If my incarnations get killed by Heaven, so be it. I won't fault you for it.”
The Ancestral God's brows furrowed. ”Are you willing to waste so much Energy?” he asked. ”I warned you out of kindness.”
”Your kindness is appreciated but unnecessary,” Mortis answered. ”If you don't feel comfortable accepting this trade vocally, you can also set up a contract. I'm willing to pay double for every portal.”
After Mortis offered the contract, the Ancestral God scratched his chin in thought.
Silence.
”Fine,” the Ancestral God said ten seconds later. ”However, the Research Company will not be responsible for any actions that any Heavens take.”
Mortis nodded.
”Give me a minute,” the Ancestral God said.
Mortis only waited without answering.
A minute later, a contract appeared before Mortis, and Mortis read through it.
”I need more portals,” Mortis answered.
The Ancestral God's eyebrows furrowed yet again. ”You need to pay upfront. Try it first. You can always order more portals.”
”Your kindness is appreciated but unnecessary,” Mortis repeated.
The Ancestral God was getting annoyed at Mortis' tone and choice of words.
”Fine!” he said with more aggression than he had wanted. ”How many do you want?”
”Ten million,” Mortis said.
Silence.
The clerk and the Ancestral God looked with shock at Mortis.
Ten million!?
The Ancestral God wanted to ask Mortis if he was insane, but the Ancestral God remembered Mortis' words.
'You don't want my kindness? Sure!'
”I'll request the contract,” he said.
Mortis only nodded.
Some seconds later, a revised contract appeared in front of Mortis, and Mortis signed it.
The Ancestral God harrumphed and sent the contract away.
”Follow me,” he said.
SHING! SHING!
They both teleported away and entered one of the teleportation rooms.
Mortis saw an Immortal Emperor clerk sitting on a chair while reading something.
However, the Immortal Emperor quickly stood up in shock as he looked at the Ancestral God and then at Mortis.