Chapter 1562: Chapter 289: The Victor

Left or right, in the instant before the Princess stepped into the door, the answer remained unknown.

“Which side do you think she will choose?”

The mysterious girl asked again, as if she had forgotten that Boss Luo had said he wouldn’t guess… This time, she didn’t hear Luo Qiu’s voice, which made her instinctively look back.

She found that Luo Qiu had already disappeared, perhaps had left, or maybe he was still there, just not letting her see him again… The girl blinked. She was a copy made from the genes of the Goddess of Justice, receiving part of the goddess’s memories—which weren’t many.

The Goddess of Justice likely knew very little about the shop, let alone this impostor version of herself.

The mysterious girl pouted and looked again at the Princess… who was now heading towards the left door—indeed to the left, albeit with only a slight shift, but the girl could feel the Princess’s steps.

Perhaps even the Princess’s gaze was already on the left door.

The left door represents freedom and rebirth—the right door is the chance to become a vitreous container, a bridge across the chasm between humans and gods… though this bridge might also collapse.

The mysterious girl felt no disappointment, just silently watching, quietly waiting for the final moment to come.

Finally, the Princess stopped right in front of the left door… she was just a half-step away from stepping into the left door.

This was the choice that Xie Jiatu hoped she would make before she met the mysterious girl in the underground.

The Princess slowly reached out her hand, almost touching the light on the left door… she was so close to touching the light of freedom—just before her fingertips, so close.

Yet, it was only so close.

The Princess took a deep breath, then suddenly let out a soft laugh, speaking to herself: “I guess this means I have breathed the air of freedom.”

After saying this, under the girl’s surprised and complex gaze, the Princess resolutely turned to the right door… her steps were not hastened or delayed, just consistent.

“Have you thought about the consequences of failure?” the mysterious girl suddenly said, “Turning to dust is also a possibility.”

“Isn’t that the purpose for which you created and nurtured me?” the Princess glanced calmly at the mysterious girl, “I’m just doing as you wished… as the Princess of the Kingdom.”

The girl opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, her words turned into a murky breath, which she slowly exhaled… then, “I hope you succeed.”

The Princess nodded, stepping towards the right door with a blank expression.

At this time… at this critical moment, a loud noise came from above, followed by a rapid collapse from the top, and a large flying canopy burst out from the gaping hole.

“How about adding one more player to this game?”

Mr. Otto’s voice.

…

The falling debris was bounced away automatically when it came near the mysterious girl—it seemed there was an invisible protection around her body.

She frowned and looked up.

The canopy had expanded since before… probably to accommodate more people.

Not only Otto was on it, but also Yiben, Little Maid Arian, Yamana, and the Red Lamp Spirit… even the hawk-headed Pharaoh and the jackal-headed Xie Jiatu were there.

Suddenly, Mr. Otto lifted both the Pharaoh and Xie Jiatu and tossed them down from the canopy… right beside the coffin.

Seeing this, Yamana’s eyes flared as if on fire, she grabbed Mr. Otto’s collar… but her bravery was no match for Otto, the former king, and she was subdued and thrown down from the canopy as well—right before the two doors.

At this moment, because of Mr. Otto’s rough treatment of her master, the Little Maid instantly bristled, looking quite menacing in her Golden Armor, but Mr. Otto shrugged, and without a second thought, jumped down—he was not willing to compete in brute strength with the Little Maid.

“Bastard!” The little girl yelled furiously.

Arian’s Golden Armor, he had worn it before… naturally knew its power—this thing actually could utilize a small portion of the Lamp God’s divine power, but the little girl didn’t know how to use it, only able to increase her own strength.

Yamana fell to the ground, rolling, eventually coming face to face with the Princess… the two finally met, their eyes locking.

Yamana quickly got up; though she looked extremely disheveled, her intense gaze hadn’t diminished at all… neither had the Princess’s.

“You actually didn’t die.” The Princess glanced at Yamana, “My shot… shouldn’t have missed.”

Yamana let out a cold laugh.

It’s a strange feeling—facing yourself… and not another side of yourself, but actually your own self.

They shared the same memories, thoughts, even personalities, and experiences.

Yamana had said, if it were her, she would have definitely taken that shot too—so she wasn’t filled with hatred for the Princess, nor would she ask why… because she herself knew why.

“So, here’s the question.” Yamana took a deep breath at this time, “Between you and me, who exactly is Claudia?”

“What do you think?” The Princess shook her head, “We are both Xie Jiatu’s toys, Claudia, Yamana, these identities have likely gotten thoroughly mixed up through so many exchanges. Perhaps only Xie Jiatu knows, or maybe even he can’t tell now… I feel like I am, and you feel the same, right?”

“So only one of us can exist.” Yamana exhaled deeply. She looked at the Princess standing before the right door, frowning as she asked, “What does the right door represent?”

“The possibility of becoming a vitreous container.” The Princess did not hide anything.

“The left?” Yamana directly asked.

The Princess still did not hide: “Freedom.”

“So your final choice is the right one.” Yamana spoke after a moment of silence.

The Princess said calmly, “You would do the same… only one of us can enter.”

Almost at the same moment, both the Princess and Yamana drew their guns—their actions, timing, even their aim and posture were like reflections of each other.

Duel.

“Two Princesses… two Princesses?” The Little Maid was utterly confused by the scene before her, shaking her head almost to dizziness, ultimately seeking helplessly the nearby Red Lamp Spirit.

At this moment, the Red Lamp Spirit was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bristling instantly: “Pah! Double happiness? Not a chance!! Princesses or not, it doesn’t matter who lives or dies! One wish requiring me to do twice the work, dream on!”

“Then I wish for another…” the little maid said pitifully.

The red lamp spirit instantly felt a headache, then with a flash of insight said, “That’s easy, the fake one will turn into sand, I’ll kill both of them, and the one that turns into sand is the fake!”

The little maid suddenly disagreed, kicking the red lamp spirit hard, angrily saying, “The real Princess will die too!”

“Stupid woman! Who am I! Even if she dies, I can resurrect!” the red lamp spirit instantly snorted proudly—though secretly added a thought: Only recently deceased ones can be resurrected.

“This… this…” the little maid hesitated.

“You better not have that thought.” The mysterious girl suddenly spoke at this time, then looked at the red lamp spirit with interest, “An insect monster? And a very powerful one at that, quite rare… Hey, can you tell me, who made you?”

“Another girl?” The red lamp spirit felt annoyed, encountering one troublesome woman after another, and impatiently retorted: “Shut up! The thing I hate most in this life is women!!”

“Just an insect monster…” The mysterious girl smirked slightly, “I couldn’t do anything about the one before, even if it made me angry, but you?”

A terrifying aura suddenly descended in the tomb chamber—this aura transcended the realm of perception for ordinary people… Most evidently, neither Yiben nor the little maid felt anything.

Mr. Otto frowned and vaguely felt unsettled, but showed no fear.

But it was different for the red lamp spirit; the moment the aura descended, it had just one thought—to dive into its magic lamp and hide!

The aura released by this mysterious girl made it fearful and reminded it of extremely unpleasant things—the kind of restrictive power within the magic lamp.

“God… Divinity! You…” The red lamp spirit couldn’t help but scream: “What on earth are you?!”

Even the Pharaoh of the Kingdom who could divine themselves into the image of Horus or Xie Jiatu into the image of Seth were merely mimicking gods with a bit of transcendent power, but divinity hadn’t appeared.

Thus, the red lamp spirit disdainfully claimed it could boast across the seas at will.

But this mysterious girl was different…

“Me?” The mysterious girl blinked her eyes at this time, cheekily saying: “Can’t you see I’m such a sweet girl… Though I’m also their mother right now!”

“I… I’m not afraid of you… The lamp spirit is not afraid of you!” the red lamp spirit continued to shriek: “You only have divinity, your power is weak, I-I’m not afraid of you… Don’t… don’t come here!”

It floated behind the little maid Arian, placing its hands on her shoulders and lowering its head—the lamp spirit’s dignity was once again lost in front of others.

Mr. Otto shook his head, disinterested—not bothered by the red lamp spirit’s great power, he knew well the limitations of the lamp spirit and knew it was… easy to deal with.

Its restrictions were too many; in modern terms, this lamp spirit was just a tool person.

Otto didn’t know who created the magic lamp, but couldn’t help surmising that the creator likely intended it as a convenient assistant from the start.

—”Oh, lamp spirit, I want water.”

—”Certainly, great master! As you wish!”

Like that…

He set aside these thoughts, facing the mysterious girl and ponderously asked: “Why not differentiate between them… Theoretically, only one ‘vitreous container’ is needed. Since both are suitable as ‘vitreous containers,’ then naturally the one who survives is stronger, the winner is stronger.”

The mysterious girl glanced at Otto with indifference, making no visible movement, yet with a simple gaze, Mr. Otto flew backward, slamming into the wall and spewing blood.

“You contain some special energy.” The mysterious girl frowned: “Very weak, but it seems to have potential for development, but only potential—as of now, when it becomes powerfully developed one day, you will have the words to speak, but now… you will stay quiet.”

Mr. Otto slid down from the wall, scrambled up awkwardly, wiped away the blood on his lips… staying silent, standing aside, though his eyes constantly scanned the scene.

He acknowledged the girl’s words… indeed, the energy within him was mighty, but only akin to what the self-proclaimed Xuanyuan people used, barely even a scratch on the surface.

Bam bam bam—!!

Just then, gunshots rang out consecutively.

Ignoring the ongoing clashes between the girl, the lamp spirit, and even Otto, the Princess and Yamana at the door ultimately acted as if their purpose was to kill the other.

Yet they shared the same memories, skills, thoughts… each other’s every move, every thought could easily be anticipated… dodging each other’s shooting direction in advance.

The offense and defense seemed rehearsed countless times… neither could prevail over the other.

Finally, out of bullets, they simultaneously discarded their guns, turned to hand-to-hand combat—right then, Yamana’s fist clashed with the Princess’s, forcing the Princess’s fist down.

In terms of strength—or stamina—Yamana suddenly gained the upper hand!

Only for a moment, and a slight mistake from the Princess… a lapse in stamina led to her being thoroughly knocked to the ground by Yamana, gripping her throat.

The Princess glared furiously, clutching Yamana’s hands tightly, showing an expression of pain.

“Now, it’s decided…” Yamana softly spoke, looking down at her.

The Princess’s pupils shrank instantly… and at this moment, Yamana suddenly pulled her up, using great strength to toss the Princess toward the left doorway!

The Princess was tossed into the left doorway.

Simultaneously, Yamana glanced back at everyone in the tomb chamber, leapt backward, and jumped into the right doorway.

…

The mysterious girl probably hadn’t expected this outcome, furrowed her brow, unsure what to think.

Mr. Otto at this moment leaned back against the wall, slowly sitting down, clutching his injured chest… hurt quite badly. He muttered mockingly: “If it were Claudia, naturally she wouldn’t withstand the experienced true Princess, shooting was inevitable… if it were the Princess, naturally she would eliminate the threat instantly… the gun would surely have fired.”

The girl suddenly looked toward Otto.

Otto raised his head just in time to meet her eyes, smirking: “So… both are real, not some sort of partition?”

“Being overly smart… is not good sometimes.” The mysterious girl slowly sighed, while her hair defied gravity… began to float.

She too began to float up.