End of Days Game: I'm the Only One Who Can See the Hidden Cues

Chapter 299 The Soul of the Goddess of Life

After Jeremy and his companions had advanced for about fifteen minutes in the Tower of Exile, they finally came upon a large door radiating a faint blue light.

Jeremy, Ritchie, and the injured War God knew very well that beyond this door lay the Soul Prison.

"Are you all ready for battle? Once we enter the Soul Prison, we will definitely face attacks from the guards inside. While we don't know exactly what kinds of enemies await us within, I believe they won't be weak. After all, the Soul Prison should be an important area for the White Tower."

Before stepping into the Soul Prison, Jeremy reminded his companions.

Both Ritchie and the injured War God nodded firmly. They were fully prepared for the battle ahead.

Only after confirming his companions' readiness did Jeremy push open the door in front of him.

The moment the door creaked open, a hissing sound from countless souls filled their ears.

The injured War God's face contorted in pain.

"What's wrong? Can you still fight?" Jeremy asked, his tone laced with concern.

The War God shook his head. "I'm fine! It's just that I heard the wailing of my own soul, which caused a splitting headache. But I've adjusted now, and I can fight alongside you."

Despite his words, Jeremy and Ritchie still felt uneasy. There was a hint of worry in their expressions.

Jeremy turned directly to the War God and said, "I think you're still not in the best shape. During the upcoming battles, try not to push yourself too hard. If you start feeling worse, tell me immediately. I can't promise your complete safety, but Ritchie and I will do everything in our power to help you. Don't hide how you're feeling."

Jeremy's words moved the War God deeply.

"Don't worry! I know my condition well. If I truly get to the point where I can't go on, I will let you know ahead of time."

After ensuring the War God was fit to continue, Jeremy and the others pressed deeper into the Soul Prison.

The Soul Prison, at first glance, appeared to be just an ordinary prison. However, each cell inside was extraordinarily large, and deep, bottomless trenches separated the cells from one another.

When Jeremy and Ritchie peered into the depths of these trenches, they could only make out some kind of black liquid flowing within. As for what this black liquid was, neither of them could tell.

"Can you sense where your soul is? If we can find it quickly, your condition might stabilize," Jeremy asked the injured War God directly.

Jeremy felt that aimlessly searching through the Soul Prison would be extremely dangerous. As time passed, the likelihood of encountering dangerous enemies was steadily increasing.

The injured War God shook his head.

"Although I can sense the presence of my soul, it's locked away. I can't pinpoint its exact location in such a short time."

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The War God's response didn't surprise Jeremy.

Though slightly disappointed, Jeremy's determination wasn't dampened. He remained resolute as they continued their journey.

After a short time, the three came upon a cell blocking the path ahead. Inside, Jeremy saw a figure that he recognized all too well— the figure of the Goddess of Life, whom he had once encountered in the Mists of History.

Seeing the Goddess of Life filled Jeremy with excitement. He quickly ran to the edge of the cell.

"Do you remember me? In the Mists of History, we once met!" Jeremy shouted toward the imprisoned Goddess of Life.

The Goddess of Life appeared incredibly weak, but upon hearing Jeremy's voice, she slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw Jeremy, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Of course I remember you! In the Mists of History, you and your companions offered me and my followers great aid. Without your help driving away the Fool's angel, I wouldn't have been able to regain my consciousness," she said softly.

The Goddess of Life's words offered some additional information.

Jeremy quickly asked her more questions.

"Did I truly injure the Fool's angel? Wasn't the Fool's angel in the Mists of History just a projection?" Jeremy asked, doubt lacing his voice.

"The Fool's angel in the Mists of History was indeed just a projection," the Goddess of Life replied softly, "but the power of the Fool can transcend the Mists. This means that any weakening of the Fool's angel within the Mists will also weaken the Fool's actual power. The angel's main task was to suppress my self-awareness. Thanks to your help, I was able to regain some of it.

However, I still don't have enough strength to break the seal on this cell."

After saying this, the Goddess of Life shifted her gaze toward the injured War God.

"It seems you were unsuccessful as well. I warned you before, abandoning your soul in a bid to escape would never work."

Her words drew the attention of everyone, all eyes now on the injured War God. He furrowed his brow and asked the Goddess of Life, "Did I know you before? I don't remember ever having such a conversation with you."

The Goddess of Life sighed gently. "You don't remember because your soul is trapped in the deepest part of the Soul Prison. The Warden likely stripped you of your memories. You won't be able to recover them until the Warden is defeated."

What the Goddess of Life said didn't contradict the War God's own memory. He simply couldn't recall the events she was referring to.

Upon hearing this, Jeremy quickly pressed the Goddess of Life further, eager for more information.

"Is the Warden in the Soul Prison a powerful being? Where can we find him? It seems like only by defeating him can we pass through this prison."

Jeremy wasn't particularly interested in the details of the conversation between the Goddess of Life and the injured War God. His main concern was finding a way forward as quickly as possible. If he wanted to reach the top of the Tower of Exile and find the White Tower, he needed to escape the Soul Prison soon.

The Goddess of Life nodded.

"The Warden is indeed a powerful entity, but he is trapped in the deepest part of the Soul Prison. You will need to traverse the entire prison to reach him, and only by defeating him can you continue forward. Finding him is actually quite simple—just follow the path next to my cell, and it will lead you there. However, I must warn you, before you face the Warden, you will encounter his subordinates.

They are no weaklings either, so you must be prepared for a tough fight."

To Jeremy, the Goddess of Life's warning didn't seem too concerning. After all, he had already faced a series of difficult battles before even arriving at the real Tower of Exile.

"Don't worry about it. In battle, we fear no one. It's not just the Warden's subordinates—if the Warden himself shows up, we'll defeat him too," Jeremy said with unwavering confidence.

The Goddess of Life smiled approvingly and nodded.

"That's all the information I can give you. Speaking with you has drained the last of my strength. I'm about to fall into a deep sleep. Only when you defeat the Warden will I be able to regain some awareness. I hope your journey is successful, for only then will I have a chance to be revived."

With those final words, the Goddess of Life slipped back into slumber.

Jeremy glanced at Ritchie and the injured War God.

"The Goddess of Life has given us all the information we need! Now it's up to us to handle the rest. Let's move forward—our showdown with the Warden is about to begin."

With those words, Jeremy quickly led the way down the path the Goddess of Life had pointed out. Ritchie and the injured War God followed closely behind, both filled with determination.

Ritchie's thoughts aligned with Jeremy's. He knew that only by defeating the Warden could they ensure the success of their mission.

As for the injured War God, his motivations were more straightforward. If he wanted to reclaim his soul, he had to defeat the Warden. Additionally, once the Warden was vanquished, he hoped to recover some of his lost memories—important memories that could reveal what had truly happened to him.

"I truly need those missing memories right now," the injured War God thought to himself. "There might be a way to defeat the Warden hidden among them."

The War God had lost far too many fragments of his past, and some of those memories held great significance. He was determined to regain them at all costs.

The trio moved at a brisk pace, and before long, they encountered the Warden's subordinates. However, these creatures proved to be quite weak. Jeremy and his companions easily dispatched them without much effort.

At the same time, the Warden finally became aware of Jeremy and the others' presence.