Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 156: Alex and Malrik

Alex walked into the dark passage.

Guided by his intuition, he walked without stumbling, even though everything around him was shrouded in black.

He reached the end of the path, and a strange structure appeared before him.

It was a tower, about ten meters tall.

The tower wasn't large, occupying only about twenty square meters, but this cavern was truly vast. The walls were lined with stones emitting an enchanting light, allowing him to see the tower in front of him clearly.

"That's…" Alex stammered, for the breathtaking tower.

It looked as if it were made of gold, reflecting the light from the stones on the cave walls, making it shimmer and glow with an ethereal beauty.

Alex slowly approached the tower but remained vigilant, scanning his surroundings.

After all, he had gone through a lot of misfortune, making his caution far greater.

After confirming that there was nothing dangerous around, he quickly moved toward the tower's main door.

Alex reached out and tried to push the door open, but unlike before, this time, the door easily swung open, revealing a room bathed in blinding golden light. The furniture inside was also made of gold, extravagant to the extreme.

"This place is…" Alex gasped, but he quickly regained his composure.

Even though everything here was made of gold, it didn't excite him.

It was important to remember that according to the System, no one could take anything from this world back to the city, and vice versa.

Therefore, the gold placed here was no different from useless stones.

Other lords in this world didn't need gold; they needed energy crystals.

"Damn it! I thought I had found a treasure, but it turns out it's just a tower made of gold. What the hell is this supposed to be worth in this world?" Alex muttered angrily.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a coffin placed in the centre of the room.

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He approached the coffin and realized it was also made of gold, with four dragons intricately carved on top.

Two Western dragons and two Eastern dragons.

All four dragons were advancing in four directions, heading toward a black glowing orb in the centre.

Indeed, all four dragons were made of gold, but the orb in the centre emitted a strange black light. Alex had no idea what metal it was made of.

However, what stood out was his intuition, which told him that the thing inside the coffin was what he needed to pay attention to.

Alex had gained much experience from past encounters, so this time, he was extremely cautious, taking one careful step after another toward the coffin in the centre of the room.

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

When he reached the coffin's side, he saw that the lid was only loosely closed, with even a small gap allowing him to peer inside.

The gap was so narrow that Alex couldn't see anything other than a shroud woven from golden threads.

This indicated that the person inside the coffin was no ordinary being; the one inside might even be a king from ancient times.

Alex took a deep breath and tried to push the lid open.

Poof! Poof!

Suddenly, as the lid was pushed open, a puff of purple smoke shot out, enveloping Alex's body and startling him.

"What the hell?! Could this… be poisonous smoke?" Alex suddenly recalled what he had read in books.

Many tombs, to protect the slumber of the deceased and keep grave robbers at bay, contained a special kind of toxic gas.

This gas was created using magic and specific energy, so that a person inhaled it would not die instantly but would instead endure excruciating pain.

Under the torment of the pain, the person who inhaled the toxic smoke would be driven to choose suicide to end their suffering.

Alex immediately recoiled in fear, but it was too late—he had inhaled too much of the toxic gas.

At that moment, he felt his body in agony, as if someone were slicing off pieces of his flesh with a knife.

Countless blood vessels in his body began to swell and burst, and the unbearable pain tormented him, causing his mind to grow increasingly fuzzy.

Krit!!!

At that moment, a crane's cry echoed throughout the room.

A white crane emerged from Alex's body, emitting a blinding radiance like a miniature sun, making the room, which was already made of gold, shine even brighter.

"AAA!!!" Alex could no longer bear it and screamed out, then spat a mouthful of blood.

His body staggered and collapsed onto the ground, blood flowing from his mouth, nose, ears, and even his eye sockets, like small streams.

But his blood was not just red; it also had a hint of purple within it.

Krit!!!

The crane's cry rang out again, causing the surrounding space to shake violently, creating energy waves that rippled outward.

"Master... save... save me..." In his dazed state, as his consciousness was about to fade, he murmured, desperately seeking a way out.

The white crane transformed into countless feathers flying through the air at that moment. These feathers emitted a holy and majestic radiance, making the scene in the room even more enchanting.

Alex slowly closed his eyes, feeling his life slipping away as he lay helpless, awaiting death.

Then, his consciousness descended into darkness, but the feathers that fell onto his body turned into countless specks of light, beginning to heal him.

Just a few minutes later, his body returned to its original state, the poison within him expelled, turning into a stream of purple smoke that vanished into the air.

Seeing that Alex was no longer in danger, the white crane gazed at the coffin momentarily and then disappeared.

The room fell into silence for a long time, but suddenly, a dark figure entered the tower from outside.

"Kekekeke... I didn't think you would find this place,"

The voice was malicious and eerie—it was Malrik. At that moment, he slowly entered the tower, gazing at Alex lying on the floor. He took out a black book that he always carried with him.

The book began to flip open to a random page, then emitted a dark light that illuminated Malrik's skull.

"Well! Well! Well!" Malrik said with excitement. "It seems you truly are the lucky star of my Master."

"Kekekeke… Alex, I hope you can keep trying a little harder."

After saying this, Malrik sat beside Alex, his hand—now only bones—reaching toward Alex's head.

The index finger reached out and gently touched Alex's forehead. A strange black symbol appeared before gradually sinking into his skin.

Marik saw this and stood up, leaving the room and Alex lying still in the golden chamber.

…

Time passed.

The next day, Noan woke up in the cave. Vylyss was still next to him, seemingly wanting to sleep more, clutching his waist, not allowing him to leave.

He shook his head with a sigh.

Although his physical strength and recovery ability had increased to an extraordinary level, the day before, Vylyss had seemed to go crazy.

She appeared to be tireless, fighting with him continuously for eight hours until she was so full she couldn't take any more "milk" from him and finally stopped.

Noan could feel that Vylyss' strength had grown significantly after their previous battle.

It had grown to such a degree that he even felt a little dizzy, almost losing consciousness.

"That was dangerous…" Noan muttered. "Next time, I may not be able to win as easily as before."

Indeed, the last time, he had won thanks to his strength and the innate ability of 'Immortal', which allowed him to recover continuously.

But this time, he had almost been defeated, even nearly unconscious.

Luckily, Vylyss surrendered first, otherwise…

Noan sighed, lifting Vylyss like a princess, using his Spatial ability to teleport back to the Dominion.

After placing Vylyss on the bed, he didn't rush to leave but instead lay down to rest with her.

Although Vylyss hadn't yet woken up, she still clung to him. Instinctively, she pressed her soft body against his, as if wanting to merge with him as one.

Noan gently caressed Vylyss' smooth curves while checking the System's notice board.

He clearly remembered that the System had sent a notification yesterday, but at that time, he had been too busy "fighting" with Vylyss to check it.

Noan clicked on the unread notification, and immediately, a message popped up before him.

[You have received one time for listening; would you like to use it now?]