"Here, time is your enemy."

The voice from the deepest part of the temple continued, as the scenery on both sides of the passage remained unpredictable.

"The tomb... was not like this originally."

Vivian felt a suffocating sensation, making it extremely difficult to speak. Everything happening around her was far beyond her understanding. The tomb that was originally meant for the burial of the Gallog Dynasty's heroic spirits had long been submerged by liquid gold, leaving only a single corridor leading deeper into the temple.

The liquid gold emitted a scorching heat, causing Vivian's heart to leap to her throat.

Perhaps the ground beneath them would vanish in the next moment, and they would all fall into the searing liquid gold.

Cynthia also looked serious.

Before this, the King of Gold had never displayed such power in front of his subjects. A strong sense of unease spread within her. The changes in the temple were caused by time, the "past" was being severely disrupted, and the King of Gold's power affected an even earlier period, back before the tomb was built, before the Gallog Dynasty was even established.

An enemy who could freely traverse timelines and toy with time at will.

Cynthia sneaked a glance at Ethan, who walked forward with a calm demeanor, seemingly unaffected by the ever-changing timeline.

She could only pin all her hopes on this person who recognized ancient script and seemed to be from the same place as the King of Gold.

The end of the road was an altar, where a familiar figure stood with his back facing them, towards the prototype array drawn on the altar.

"Come, witness this important moment with me."

The voice under the mask was soft, yet it reached their ears clearly.

He held a yellowed parchment in his hand, and upon their arrival, he melted it into liquid gold right before their eyes, letting it flow to the ground.

"This is your reward. Without your help, I fear I would have a hard time finding Merlin's legacy."

The figure said without turning his head, "It's just a pity that he couldn't imagine that the one following the clues would be a 'Transmigrator'.

"What was written on that paper?"

Ethan's curious question amused the King of Gold. He could hardly imagine how thick-skinned one had to be to ask such a question right in front of the enemy.

"Just something about us and the guild."

"A list."

Ethan looked with interest at the liquid that turned into liquid gold and flowed into the altar array. As a detective, he had already roughly guessed the course of events, "'Merlin' is just a nickname, 'King of Gold' is too, and I guess that list reveals your true identities."

The response to Ethan was a silence.

He saw the King of Gold clench his fists, which was the best response to his speculation.

Merlin's wish was to leave this damned place. For this, he didn't hesitate to fall out with the guild, traveling thousands of miles to this dimension to gather clues about the Old Gods. He believed the Old Gods were the last barrier of this world, but unfortunately, before his theory could be realized, he perished halfway through.

No one knew the guild's power better than Merlin, yet at the end of his life, he placed all his hopes on the players who triggered the 'hidden task'.

"Aren't you curious? If even he failed, what can a mere 'ordinary player' do?"

Ethan had been pondering these questions all along.

Whether it was the means to cut into the 407th year or the guidance left by Merlin, it showed that on the level of "power," he never had any expectations for the players who triggered these hidden tasks. In Merlin's conception, those who came following these clues could not even match the soldiers of the Royal Capital, let alone the investigators from the guild.

Upon hearing this, the King of Gold finally turned his body.

He didn't like Ethan. It was a terrible first impression because this talkative young man reminded him of Merlin, even their way of speaking and demeanor seemed to be cast from the same mold.

Smart people are not always popular.

"What ability is so elusive to the high and mighty guild founders but is easily possessed by 'the players'?"

Finding the answer wasn't difficult, "The answer is the ability to 'log out'."

In Merlin's conception, sooner or later, people would flock here as players, and so he didn't require players to be enemies of the guild. What he wanted to leave behind involved information outside the box."

"As long as investigations are carried out in the 'outside of the box' world, even if the guild mastered the ability of time or space, they couldn't stop them."

But this raised another question, "Why was Merlin confident that players outside the 'box' could investigate matters concerning you?"

He obviously knew more inside information, even including the reason for "transmigration." Unlike him, who seemed to have died suddenly and confusedly, Merlin and the other guild founders likely did not accidentally transmigrate here; they were like pioneers who had obtained considerable information before entering this world.

Perhaps they were merely entering through consciousness, while their bodies were preserved in some equipment outside the box.

"Looks like you've been brainwashed by him too..."

The King of Gold patiently waited for Ethan to finish all his speculations before mocking with a laugh, "What really piqued my curiosity is why you would be so trusting of someone you've never met? Maybe he deceived you, or perhaps he got it wrong from the start?"