Qin Ye was curious.

Why couldn’t the script of death be discovered by anyone?

Why did the Second King Yanluo warn him about the function concerning all masters of their underworlds, including the King Yanluo of Hell?

All of the answers were contained in the single scroll hovering in front of his very eyes.

However, he promptly shook off these thoughts from his mind. No… Now isn’t the time to be thinking about these things. Rumyantsev should be knocking on our door at any--... Hang on a minute!

Qin Ye blinked vacantly for a moment, and then began to recount the events that had just passed - Wouldn’t it already have been over six minutes since I’d entered Room 402?

Where’s Rumyantsev?

“Looks like I was right about something…” Seconds later, a smile crept up the corner of his lips, and he looked up above him, “If you haven’t arrived by now, then, chances are, you’re probably not coming.”

These operations could be said to be 99% successfully complete. Part of his success was attributable to luck, but more than that, it was largely success forged through sheer hard work, determination and willpower. All that remained was to close off these operations perfectly.

That said, closure wasn’t a simple thing. It included the harvest of faith, as well as… extraction from Daehan.

This was something that Wang Chenghao and Oda Nobutada had never asked about. Naturally, Qin Ye had never talked about how he planned to leave Daehan after these operations.

This was because… he was hedging his bet on something.

He slowly stretched out his limbs - The fact that the Second King Yanluo would of his own initiative...