Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1094 The Secret of the Treasure Vault Can No Longer Be Hidden

Wu Hen's voice came through the mental link, as calm as ice.

"Borrowed power must always be repaid."

"Moreover, the source of this power is very likely the 'treasure trove of kings' that we have been searching for."

Lin Qiye scoffed, "Treasure vault? I think 'curse' is more like it."

"Let's go to the city lord's mansion and meet the real 'master'."

“He should still be up in the tower cleaning up the mess right now; this is the best opportunity.” Wu Hen’s voice was always so decisive.

"Just to my liking."

Two shadows, almost blending into the darkness, silently left the tavern.

Like a ghost, it moved through the chaotic streets of Wucheng.

Those agents who lost their power and collapsed to the ground, and those who wielded "divine weapons".

The bewildered and helpless residents became their best cover.

The city lord's mansion, the tallest building in the city, was under extremely heavy defense at this moment.

Residents spontaneously took various "tools" and stood guard at the door, watching anyone who approached warily.

But these defenses were practically useless to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

They didn't even use the main gate; with a swift movement, like two falling leaves, they quietly scaled the high wall and slipped into the depths of the mansion.

"The third floor, the place with the most concentrated energy fluctuations," Wu Hen quickly directed through the mental link.

The two traveled without hindrance; the servants in the city lord's mansion had already hidden themselves during the earlier riots, which saved them a lot of trouble.

Soon, they arrived at the door of a study on the third floor.

On the door hung a large, antique brass lock.

“This lock…” Wu Hen stopped in his tracks. It was connected to the domain energy released by the city lord’s cane.

Any attempt to damage it with external force will immediately trigger the city's energy alarm.

"So, poking this thing is like stirring up a hornet's nest?"

Lin Qi-ye stroked his chin, "Will that old man fly back immediately?"

“That’s right. It’s a trap.” Wu Hen crouched down, carefully examining the structure of the lock cylinder.

"However, every trap has a back door."

He didn't take out any lock-picking tools, but instead took out an ordinary pebble from his pocket and flicked it with his finger.

The pebble was precisely embedded in a tiny crack in the wall next to the lock cylinder, without any deviation.

The next second, a slight "click" came from inside the brass lock, and it opened automatically.

"You little rascal, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve." Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow.

“I simply severed a tiny node between it and the energy field, making it think it had received a ‘safe’ instruction.”

Wu Hen pushed open the door and said in a calm tone, "Go in, we don't have much time."

Inside the secret chamber, there were no gold or silver treasures, nor any magical artifacts on display.

There were only rows of towering, massive wooden frames, densely packed with...

It wasn't a scroll, nor a book, but rather thick... clay tablets.

"Holy crap, so after all this time, the city lord's mansion's treasury is actually a library?"

Lin Qi-ye picked up a piece casually, almost dropping it. "It's damn heavy."

Wu Hen's gaze was immediately drawn to the ancient cuneiform script on the clay tablet.

He strode to the shelf, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"This isn't a library...this is an archive! The archive of the Age of Gods!"

Lin Qi-ye leaned closer and saw that on the clay tablet in his hand, there was a pattern of a wine pot, surrounded by dense text.

"【The Dionysian Jar】is from Olympus."

"Effect: Can transform water into any type of alcoholic beverage,"

"Limited daily intake... Precautions: Excessive drinking may lead to drunken misbehavior and an inability to control the person causing the disturbance..."

Lin Qiye's eye twitched: "This thing... I think I've seen it outside before. A drunken old man was hugging it and crying."

He put down this piece and picked up another.

"【Wind God Palm Fan】, origin unknown."

"Effect: With a gentle fan, a strong wind can be stirred up, and the wind force increases with the user's will."

"Disadvantage: Excessive fanning can easily lead to frozen shoulder."

"..."

Lin Qiye looked through them one by one, starting with the household items like "Harvest Hoe" and "Automatic Sewing Needle and Thread."

From combat-related items like [Thor's Hammer (Replica)] and [Guaranteed Hit Slingshot],

Each clay tablet meticulously records the origin, efficacy, and even... drawbacks and side effects of a magical artifact.

His heart began to race uncontrollably, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

This is hardly an archive!

This is a complete set of "Encyclopedia of Artifacts" and "Instructions for Use" left behind by Gilgamesh!

To control everything here is to control the weaknesses of all the city's magical artifacts!

"It's big...this time it's really big..."

A greedy glint flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, like a beggar who hadn't eaten for ten days plunging headlong into a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Wu Hen, on the other hand, was much calmer. His gaze swept quickly across the bookshelf.

Finally, it came to rest at the very center, at the highest point, on a clay tablet bound with golden threads.

The label on that clay tablet had four large characters engraved on it:

【The King's Treasury】.

Wu Hen's pupils contracted, and he immediately removed it.

Lin Qi-ye also came over, and the two of them looked at the contents of the clay tablet together.

"The King's Treasury is not a place, nor a thing, but a 'law'."

"Its core carrier is the [Scepter of Domination]. Whoever obtains the scepter can command all the 'collected' artifacts within the scope of the Treasure Vault's laws, stripping them of their power or bestowing upon them..."

Upon seeing this, the two exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

The city lord's cane is the [Scepter of Domination]!

The so-called royal treasury is not a place to hide treasures at all, but the scepter itself!

Lin Qi-ye continued reading:

"...However, the power of the scepter originates from the foundation of Uruk, and cannot be wielded for long by anyone but a god."

"While mortals who possess it may temporarily gain divine power, their souls and life force will also be used as energy."

"Slowly absorbed by the scepter, until becoming part of the law, reduced to a puppet guarding the treasure vault."

The last two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in their minds!

Lin Qiye felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and cold sweat instantly broke out.

"Fuck me..."

He swallowed hard.

"So that old man wasn't some awesome controller at all; he was just an unlucky guy kidnapped by the artifact, a... living battery?"

This so-called Lord of Wucheng is nothing more than the first slave of this terrifying artifact!

This shocking secret seemed to freeze the air in the entire secret room.

Lin Qi-ye suppressed the turmoil in his heart and glanced up to a higher level, where there was another shelf.

On top lay only a solitary clay tablet, sealed by layers of chains.

It seems to contain secrets even more crucial than the "King's Treasury".

He was about to reach for the topmost mud slab when, in that instant, his movement suddenly froze.

An almost imperceptible yet chilling ripple of mental energy flashed by from the shadowy corner behind him.

It felt as if a pair of eyes had been silently watching them from the darkness for a very, very long time.

Lin Qiye's muscles tensed instantly, and an unprecedented sense of crisis gripped his heart.

This secret room... was it a trap from the very beginning, a way to lure someone in?