Endless Journey: Infinite Realms

Chapter 578 Monologue of a Self-Proclaimed Trickster

Chapter 578 Monologue of a Self-Proclaimed Trickster

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hehehehe... what do we have here? A man and a woman, both staying in love with each other? Bah, what kind of sh**y relationship is this! Ugh, disgusting. These two better die today!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: What is the name of this man? Oh... so he’s Alex? Tsk, what an ugly name. Even my name is better than it!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: And the woman is called Alina? Hmm... she looks just as luscious as her name sounds. Hmm... I wonder if she’s also good in bed.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hehehe, of course she will be good. Just those juicy lips of hers is enough to show that she can suck things!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hehehe, I just hope it will be my **** that she will be sucking in the future.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Bah? Who’s bothering me now? Don’t my subordinates know that today is my day-off? Tsk, they should not disturb me today! That’s the essence of a day-off!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, why did I have to become a leader here in the Traveler’s World? Tsk, I should just have stayed back in the Capital! At least there, I can fool around with the maids. Sigh, is there a chance I can go back?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hmph, of course I can’t go back. With that old geezer watching my every move, it is impossible for me to even leave this planet! Tsk, if that geezer was just dead, then my problems should have been gone! Argh, why did my subordinates even allow him to survive before?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Ugh, what’s done is done so I can’t do anything about that guy anymore. All I can do... is just hole up here and hope for a miracle.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Bah, I really hate miracles! They just make me look like those hypocritical zealots who wish for an omnipotent being to solve their problems. Ugh, don’t they realize that they were just being fooled and that miracles are just ways to make them worship gods? Hmph, that must be the reason why a lot of them were exterminated by father...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Speaking of father... I remember that he’s interested about this Alex guy. Bah, why would father be interested of this weakling? Is there something special about him?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, I don’t like the vibes that I am getting here. Hey, Servant no. 1! Bring me the file all about Traveler Alex!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hah? You don’t know which Alex? Stupid idiot! The Alex that I am talking about is the one who arrived 2 months ago! Don’t tell me you don’t even know him?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hm? What did you say? You said that you were busy cleaning the bathroom 2 months ago that was why you did not know this Alex? Tsk, quit giving that excuse to me!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Haah... Stop crying now, will you? Just give me the file all about Traveler Alex. If you don’t, I will personally send you back to cleaning duties.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hey! Move it faster! Even an injured horse can move faster than you! I don’t want to wait for long!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Finally, Servant no. 1 is now getting the file about Alex. I guess all that I have to do now is wait.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, I have been waiting here for a minute already, and that guy is still not back? I was just making him get a file, for god’s sake! Don’t tell me he’s too idiotic to even do that?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Finally, you’ve come, Servant no. 1! So, where is the file?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hmph, now that’s how I want you to work. Fast and efficient. Now go back to your room and write 2,000 talismans for me. Make sure those talismans will work once used.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hm? You don’t want to do the punishment? Hmph, now you have to make 4,000! Still have any complaints?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Good. That’s how you should act. Always obedient and useful. Now, go to your room and do what I told you!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, my servant these days really are stupid! Hmph, I think all of them must undergo a rehabilitation training on the next days...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Ok, so I got the file all about Traveler Alex already. That means its time for me to read this.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hmm.. let’s see. So Traveler Alex was already a Sixth Stage Being when he arrived in this world? Oh, and his power is similar to that of the Espers that came from the Heavenly Palace? Tsk, this is intriguing, but it also irritates the f**k out of me....

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Going on.... So Traveler Alex had a close encounter with the Crimson God, but due to the interference of the Great TimeMaster and Old Man, Traveler Alex was saved. Wait, Old Man? How the hell did he suddenly make a move? Isn’t he a f**king lazy b***h?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: There is something wrong with this file. It... it constantly spouts lies that should not be heard!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ’Rustle rustle rustle...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ’Rustle rustle rustle...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ’Rustle rustle rustle...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ’Rustle rustle rustle...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ’Rustle rustle rustle...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Oi, oi, oi. This cannot be real. This file says that Traveler Alex is suspected to house 5 different powers inside his body? F**king hell, this is not possible!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, who the hell made this report? He clearly must have been high when he wrote this! Guards! Guards! Bring me the one who made this report!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hah? What do you mean you don’t know? You are the guards of my mansion, so you should know everything about it! Now, bring the one who made this report. If you don’t I will make you guard something worse!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Good, now the guards are making their move too. I guess I have to wait again...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, security guards these days are all stupid too. I guess I must rehabilitate them too...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Oh, that was fast, guards. So did you manage to catch the writer of the report?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: What do you mean you don’t? Shouldn’t he be here inside my mansion?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hah? You said that he left this place a month ago? And that he did not leave anything behind?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Bulls**t! Nobody can leave this place unless I want it to! So don’t think that the writer has escaped! Go and find him for me, or else I will kill you all!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Haah, I have to wait again...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Argh, why is everyone stupid these days! Argh, I really hate of all of this! If everyone could just be prim and proper, none of these troubles would have happened!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Ugh, why are those guards not coming back? It’s been an hour? Don’t tell me they haven’t seen the writer within that time?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: ...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, those guards had done it! Argh! Now they’re making me more pissed!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Oh well, if those guards can’t see the writer, then I will just look for the writer later.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Ok, I have decided. I shall cancel the meeting with the Grandmaster later. Instead of doing that, I will just... spend the afternoon looking for the writer!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hehehe, doing that will be much more productive compared to talking with the Grandmaster.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, the Grandmaster is a stuck-up nerd after all, so he’s bound to be boring. Hmph, when was the last time that I had fun talking to him again? Bah, I can’t remember it...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Speaking of the Grandmaster, isn’t he supposed to be nearing a breakthrough again? Tsk, that nerd might look like an ugly rat, but he sure can increase his power quickly.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: What was the Grandmaster’s power before? Um, I don’t remember, but he’s around the middle of the pack. Which means that he’s around 6th or 7th in terms of power. Oh right, I remember that I’m stronger than him before.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Tsk, but that was before. Now, even I am not sure how much stronger the Grandmaster’s power had become...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Sigh, why did I even befriend the Grandmaster? He’s a rival Returning Traveler for goodness’ sake, so I should have just offed him when I had the chance!

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Sigh, since what’s done is already done, then I guess I will just have to make the Grandmaster learn his place once we meet again...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Wait, why am I even thinking about the Grandmaster? Shouldn’t I be thinking about Traveler Alex?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Wait, who’s Traveler Alex again? Guards, guards! Come here and tell me all about this Traveler Alex! Why am I only hearing about him now?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Waiting, waiting, waiting.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hm? You said that I already knew who Traveler Alex was? B***h, if I knew him, then I should know him! Why can’t I remember him then?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hm? You said that I have a short term memory? How the hell can you prove that, huh? You two are just guards, so don’t act like you’re doctors! Tsk, why don’t I just kill you two now? Maybe that way my boredom will disappear...

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Hm? Why are you two pleading for your lives? You just made me angry, so it’s natural for me to kill you.

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Eh? You two are saying that you can bring me to Traveler Alex? Wait... who was Traveler Alex again? Why the hell would I want to meet him? Is he valuable?

[ A SELF-PROCLAIMED TRICKSTER ]: Oh, wait. Who the hell are you two anyway? Why are you kneeling like that in front of me? Are you perhaps... my religious fanatics?