They all call me Great Master-Chapter 485 - 482: When you open your eyes, welcome to this world filled with filth and yet with radiance!

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Ascend Step!

And it was not the Ascend Step she knew.

But the level was extremely high!

What was more important was that there wasn't just one.

There were three!

'Who are they?

Who are these three?'

The Countess of South Los's expression turned solemn, and suddenly, the night skies over South Los were shrouded with dense clouds, with streaks of lightning shuttling through them like silver snakes.

Boom!

Thunder began to strike.

Winter thunder, rain follows the sound.

The downpour fell, and South Los was immediately enveloped in mist, blurring the figure of the Countess of South Los.

"Indeed, I was too hasty.

Secrecy! Continue in secrecy!"

The Countess of South Los murmured to herself.

Then, amidst the thunder, she vanished from the spot.

...

A white warhorse pulled a pure white carriage through this land of deathly stillness.

The old gentleman sitting inside rested his hands on a scepter crowned with a king's crown, while the pure silver ring inlaid with white bone on his right ring finger flickered incessantly with the tapping of his palm.

As 'Death,' the old gentleman was pondering.

It wasn't about Old Charlie's matters.

Although Old Charlie had deceived Him, He had taken His revenge.

He knew Old Charlie was very fond of his grandson.

Thus, He was waiting for the moment the other would weep and beg for His forgiveness before Him.

In the meantime, He was supposed to patiently wait.

But an inexplicable restlessness made Him confront this matter.

"What has happened?"

The old gentleman muttered to himself, then a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

If it wasn't for that bastard Old Charlie deceiving Him, how could He possibly have failed to notice what was happening?

"You bastard!

I've changed my mind!

I'm going to take your grandson back now, make you repent before me, I want to... Hm?"

The angry old gentleman suddenly paused.

Because He noticed three people who shouldn't have been there.

"Hunter, Kate, Aaron?"

A look of astonishment appeared on the face of the old gentleman.

Then, He frowned and pondered.

...

A single monocle shone with a hint of brilliance on Old Charlie's face.

Old Charlie, who seemed to have become like Them already, had an imperceptible upturn at the corner of his mouth.

He then quickly returned to normal.

The white carriage, carrying the soul of the New King, continued on its way.

The stage was unexpectedly set.

To such a surprise, Old Charlie was immensely delighted at heart.

This was originally a tough situation.

He had even planned to sacrifice half of his body as a bargaining chip.

Now?

It was no longer needed.

Even though he would still be himself after sacrificing half of his body, with chances of winning,

if he could avoid sacrificing half of his body and maintain his original self, it was naturally better.

It wasn't just that the odds were greater.

But also because, he could face his son, daughter, and...grandson with a clear conscience.

He was still himself.

Still that 'Spirit Medium' Old Charlie.

Thinking of his grandson, who had now grasped a portion of the 'Death' power and understood everything, Old Charlie took off his monocle and no longer hid the smile at the corner of his mouth.

'Good job, my dear grandson!'

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Next...

"It's up to Grandpa now!"

As one of the actors, he of course had to take the stage.

However, he had to make his appearance in the finale.

As for why not take the stage last?

Because that was the choice of those guys.

And him?

He chose to fish in troubled waters.

After all, the profession of a Spirit Medium was anything but arbitrary.

...

After Glast's soul was completely lost in the endless Death Qi, Arthur didn't hesitate to perform "Soul Tailoring."

It was similar to reading through previous memories.

Like watching a movie.

Only this time, the movie was chaotically edited.

One moment it showed Glast claiming to be the Witch Cleaver; the next, it switched to Glast looking longingly at a member of Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association while licking toes—an act that led Arthur to deduce, from Glast's memory images, that the member probably had athlete's foot.

In light of this, Arthur couldn't help but admire Glast.

You see, by then, the individual had completed the Pale Hand ritual and had considerable self-defense power.

Yet, for a higher order of secret techniques, they immediately humbled themselves without hesitation.

If they hadn't become arrogant later on...

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It would have been an unimaginable foe.

Thinking this, Arthur frowned again.

Because he saw Glast tasting the saltiness of his first Mystic Side teacher's excrement to help cure his teacher's illness.

Arthur's frown was not only due to Glast's taste test.

It was also because of the time!

According to Glast's memory images, it was the year 108 of the Silver Era, and Glast was already 28 years old at the time.

And now, it was the winter of the year 35 in the Pioneer Era.

It's common knowledge that the Silver Age commenced in 1552 and concluded in 1755 with the start of the Seven Years' War. If you add the time of the Seven Years' War to the 35 years of the Pioneer Era, it's now the winter of 1797.

Based on this timeline, Glast was at least 157 years old.

"Jeez, this guy really lives long!"

Arthur marveled inwardly.

Then, he became even more focused.

To truly organize and subdivide 157 years of memories was no simple task, especially since these memories were disrupted and confused. Even if some were discarded, the task would still be daunting for an ordinary person, and Arthur, too, concentrated fully.

And just before dawn, Arthur finally managed to sort out some clues—

First, Glast, apart from using the name Witch Cleaver, had also gone by the name Gillgick and had once been a male Knight who had served the Golden Lion Family.

Second, Glast had stolen the secret techniques of the Pale Hand and Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association.

Third, Glast's secret base was Baron Harold's Manor, a Noble of South Los who was also considered a dud with no descendants and had been distorted by Glast.

Fourth, Glast was interested in "Islan's Leap" because the young Swordsman Islan was related to the Golden Lion Family.

These were what Arthur managed to sort out.

Of course, there were many secret technique details in between.

However, Arthur didn't even dare to touch them.

Learning secret techniques was inherently dangerous; disjointed and disorderly arcane knowledge like this was something Arthur definitely wanted to avoid. Without a prompt, he didn't wish to walk on his hands in the future.

Of course, Arthur wasn't the least bit discouraged.

Because he still had a chance: Perhaps there were some notes or something at Glast's secret base.

And where was Glast's secret base?

Arthur had a guess.

It was most likely Baron Harold's Manor.

Beyond that, Arthur could think of nowhere else.

And verifying it was also simple, after all, he had seen that mill.

But that was a matter for later!

Now?

Arthur used "Soul Charging" on Glast's residual soul.

Immediately, Glast's residual soul turned into a ping-pong ball-sized Soul Sphere.

Afterward, this Soul Sphere floated towards...

"Anna."