Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 548 - 546: I, Muse!

With every repeat of the beginning, it was always the same: Franklin walked into the hall. And with every repeat of the ending, it too was always the same: Franklin died a tragic death in the hall. What varied was the process in between; what they saw was Franklin dying again and again, in different ways.

Now, there was one more way for Franklin to die.

So, how many ways could Franklin die? Muse did not answer but simply said, "Thomas! Resurrect Franklin."

Thomas, who had always been guarding the entrance to the hall, looked at Muse upon hearing this, swallowed nervously, and mustered the courage to say, "Muse Housekeeper, there aren’t many materials left in the warehouse, you see..."

"No need to remind me," Muse replied coldly. "I am well aware of the inventory in the warehouse. Go and resurrect Franklin for me—one last time! And after the resurrection is successful, delete all of his remaining memories."

"Ah!" Thomas was genuinely startled but dared not speak any words of opposition and hurriedly went to do as told.

...

Not long after.

With a "creak", the door to the hall opened, and Thomas walked in, followed by Franklin, who had been resurrected more times than anyone could know.

Muse looked at Franklin, ignoring the other’s complex expression, and directly asked, "Franklin, do you know what it is that you’re standing on right now?"

"Ah?" Franklin was obviously taken aback, looked down at his feet, stared at the soft chunks of flesh, and his eyes flickered.

Muse then answered, "It’s a part of the body you once used."

Franklin, although he had guessed this possibility, still changed color upon hearing the words: "This..."

Muse continued, "Now, I want you to eat it. Can you do that?"

Franklin’s eyes uncontrollably widened: "I!" He hesitated for quite a long time but ultimately bent down slowly.

...

"Gagging—"

Moments later, the sound of dry heaving echoed from Franklin’s throat. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Yet, Muse felt her inner emotions finally easing, and her facial expression returned to normal. Looking at Franklin, she slowly said, "Franklin, there are some things that, if I don’t say, with your memory, you should have guessed to some extent.

Now, let me be clear, you’ve made a mistake—a big one. As such, I’ve meted out the appropriate punishment. And you... you no longer have the chance to make another mistake.

Next, what mistake you’ve made and how you should rectify it, figure that out yourself—I can’t be bothered to care more. But I have one demand: no matter what you do, you must not affect the execution of the grand plan!

The grand plan on the East Coast has been in motion for so long now; it must succeed, and it must succeed beautifully. After all, I do not wish to remain in this wretched place forever!

So, do your work well, put in the effort to execute the grand plan to perfection, and all will be well. But if I find you exercising any private schemes that affect the progress of the grand plan, I will make sure you understand what my wrath entails. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Suppressing the urge to gag, Franklin nodded, then, thinking of something, took a deep breath and said, "Muse Housekeeper, I will strive to execute the grand plan, but at present, there are a few areas where I need your help."

"Hmm?"

"Although the situation on the East Coast has opened up and the North is proceeding exactly as planned, recently a few troublesome characters have begun to doubt us, potentially affecting the progress of the grand plan. They are quite strong and have numerous methods at their disposal; they are not easy to deal with."

"Then have you confirmed their identities?"

"Confirmed. There are six in total, three of whom are at the First-level Wizard Peak, two are senior Second-level Wizards, and one is at the Second-level Wizard Peak."

"And their addresses?" Muse asked briskly, "Give me their detailed addresses."

"Yes." Franklin stated without any hesitation, "..."

After Franklin finished speaking, Muse nodded, uttered a brief "good", and then disappeared into the air like a puff of blue smoke.

...

Half a day later.

"Bang!"

The door to the hall burst open, and everyone inside turned to look at the entrance.

They saw Muse walking in calmly from outside, holding a total of seven heads in her hands, which she casually tossed in front of Franklin, rolling like balls.

"Take a look. Are these the ones?" Muse asked Franklin.

Franklin was initially startled, then quickly suppressed the horror in his heart, examined the seven heads quickly, and finally, his gaze landed on the head of an old man with a goatee. He looked up at Muse and said, "The others are correct, but this last one seems to be extra."

"Yes, indeed." Muse explained indifferently, "After I killed those people, this old man discovered me. He was a Third-level Wizard and trailed me all the way. When I noticed, I took action and killed him as an extra, you might say."

"Ah..."

"Now, with those out of the way, there are no more issues with your execution of the grand plan, right?"

"None anymore." Franklin nodded vigorously, his tone very certain.

"That’s good then," Muse squinted, "Work well. Oh, remember to coordinate with Donnie and Huron’s squad. They’ve been doing pretty well with other Wizard Organizations, especially on Target One. I don’t want issues arising on their end."

"Understood," Franklin responded with his head lowered.

"Hmm." Muse acknowledged and turned to walk out of the hall. At that angle, as Franklin looked on with his head lowered, he saw that with every step Muse took, she left a bloody footprint—blood continuously flowing out, with no one knowing whether it was hers or from someone she had killed.

The others saw this too, but not one spoke out. Partly because they dared not, partly because of their blind faith in Muse’s power: As a Housekeeper, she may be an extremely poor manager, but the potency of her strength was beyond any doubt, invincible to any assassination attempt.

It was said that her immense power was built upon an almost unimaginable price: Muse had to endure a pain more intense than the burning of a soul at all times. The accumulated agony enabled her to strike with a force that shook the very fabric of space, making her more than a match for any Third-level Wizard.

In a sense, Muse’s power was undeniably the strongest within the entire organization at her level. It was for this reason that after Ji Burlen’s failure, the organization had sent her to the East Coast.

And she was extremely unwilling to stay on the East Coast for long, hence her constant efforts to press her subordinates to perfect every task, and she would not permit them to disrupt the grand plan’s course. For the subordinates, these difficult days would not change until the culmination of the grand plan.

With these thoughts, they watched Muse leave and busied themselves again.

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