End of Days Game: I'm the Only One Who Can See the Hidden Cues - Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Soul Prison
Although the subordinates of the White Tower were all eager to eliminate Jeremy and his companions as quickly as possible, each of them had different motives.

Every one of them wanted to claim the greatest glory for themselves, making cooperation among them completely impossible.

The three primary lieutenants of the White Tower had all formulated their own secret plans, and they directed their respective forces to act according to these personal agendas.

As a result, Jeremy and his group didn’t have to worry too much, at least in the short term.

The White Tower itself lacked the resources to focus on Jeremy, and the subordinates who did have the energy to go after him were incapable of working together.

This gave Jeremy enough time to continue exploring the Tower of Exile undisturbed.

At the very least, he could proceed through a few more floors of the Tower without any immediate threats.

After Jeremy, Ritchie, and the injured War God obliterated all enemies on the lowest level of the Tower of Exile, they pressed forward to the upper levels.

They passed through an illusory gate made of High-Dimensional Data, entering the second-to-last floor of the Tower.

The moment they stepped into this new level, the injured War God felt a significant portion of his strength return.

“Most of my power must have been lost here!” the injured War God said bluntly to Jeremy and Ritchie.

“I suspect that this place is extremely dangerous. In the next steps we take, we must be incredibly cautious.”

He could tell from the shifts in his power that this area posed a great danger.

Jeremy and Ritchie both nodded seriously.

Although neither of them experienced any changes in their abilities, they each sensed something unique about the area through their own powers.

Jeremy’s King of Time and Space talent allowed him to perceive the incredibly complex temporal and spatial structures of their current location.

What they saw was only the surface. Deeper within this area, there could very well be more intricate spaces or even a mirror world.

Meanwhile, Ritchie, with his keen sensitivity to shadows, noticed that the distribution of shadows in this area was highly unusual.

Although the structure of this area was incredibly complex, the arrangement of the shadows was surprisingly neat and orderly. This indicated that some mysterious force within this area was affecting the existence of the shadows.

The three of them pressed on, enduring the pressure as they slowly advanced through the second-to-last floor of the Tower of Exile.

Not long after, they encountered a shadow, glowing with a dim, bluish hue.

This bluish shadow was evidently the soul of someone who had lost part of their memory.

“Who are you? Why are you here?! No one is allowed to pass through this place. You should leave immediately!” The bluish shadow spoke directly to the three of them upon seeing them.

“We mean no harm. We’ve come here simply to retrieve something that belongs to us. And who might you be? Why are you guarding this place?”

Jeremy asked, his expression calm.

Of course, what Jeremy said was a lie, but he didn’t believe that telling the truth would gain the shadow’s trust.

“Are you trying to reclaim your soul? Don’t be ridiculous! Once a soul is trapped in the prison, there’s no way out.”

The bluish shadow replied in a sorrowful tone.

Though Jeremy gathered some information from the shadow’s words, it wasn’t enough. He decided to continue probing.

“Is there nothing here besides souls? This prison you mentioned—does it refer to the area we are in now?”

Jeremy’s two questions brought a puzzled look to the shadow’s face.

“You really don’t know where you are? This is the Soul Prison! Only souls cursed by the great deity are imprisoned here! There’s nothing else besides souls!”

The bluish shadow responded bluntly.

Upon hearing this, the injured War God quickly signaled Jeremy with his eyes.

Jeremy took a few steps back, and the injured War God lowered his voice to speak to him.

“I remember now! It was after I came here that I lost part of my soul! And the part I lost contains most of my divine power! If I can reclaim it, I’ll regain my godly strength!”

“As long as you can help me reclaim my soul, I’ll be able to assist you in swiftly reaching the top of the Tower of Exile! The White Tower is definitely waiting there at the top!”

The injured War God spoke in a low voice, but there was a noticeable excitement in his tone.

Jeremy nodded.

“Don’t rush for now. I still want to gather more information from the other side,”

Jeremy said, calming the War God down.

He could sense the War God’s anxiety, but he didn’t want to miss any valuable intel.

While the injured War God was trustworthy, he was, after all, a former defeated adversary of the White Tower.

If Jeremy blindly followed the War God’s suggestions, there was a good chance that this mission could end in failure.

After briefly whispering with the War God, Jeremy once again approached the bluish shadow.

“It’s true, this is the Soul Prison. I’ve confirmed that with my companion. However, you still haven’t answered the most important question: Who are you, and why are you here?”

The bluish shadow sighed deeply.

“I wish I knew the answer to the first question. I’ve forgotten who I am. All I know is that I’m bound to stay here. My purpose is to prevent anyone from entering the Soul Prison!”

The shadow’s response didn’t surprise Jeremy.

He nodded and then asked, “What if we are determined to enter the Soul Prison? Will you attack us?”

The bluish shadow let out a cold laugh.

“If that’s truly what you intend, then no, I won’t attack you. Because anyone who enters the Soul Prison can never escape.”

At this point, the shadow’s gaze shifted toward the injured War God.

“I remember you! Not long ago, you were here in the Soul Prison! Though a part of you managed to escape, your soul is forever trapped within the prison!”

The bluish shadow had recognized the injured War God all along.

The reason he didn’t speak to the bluish shadow was that he believed it would be pointless.

The injured War God had lost his soul, which meant that he was now a completely different person.

Upon hearing the shadow’s words, Jeremy and Ritchie both turned their gaze toward the injured War God.

A complex expression appeared on the War God’s face.

“I just remembered that my soul is trapped in the Soul Prison! I wasn’t lying to you!”

To the War God, success depended on cooperating with Jeremy and the others, so he had no desire for them to think he had been deceiving them all along.

Jeremy nodded.

“I believe you, and I think my companions trust you as well. Now that we’ve gathered enough information, let’s move forward.”

Jeremy said this with a smile as he turned to the bluish shadow.

“Even though you didn’t offer much help, at least you told us the name of the area we’re about to enter. If we manage to pass through the Soul Prison, I might be able to recover the memories you’ve lost. When that time comes, I’ll return them to you.”

Jeremy’s words left the bluish shadow stunned.

Throughout his existence, the shadow had encountered many people. Some were arrogant, others cunning, and some were outright violent.

But no matter their personalities, they all treated the shadow the same way: none cared about what the bluish shadow truly thought.

They merely used him as a tool.

Jeremy, however, was the first person to offer to help recover the shadow’s lost memories.

The bluish shadow felt a mixture of emotions.

After thinking for a moment, he seemed about to say something to Jeremy.

But just as he was preparing to speak, Jeremy, Ritchie, and the injured War God had already moved on, leaving him behind.

“I hope that your endeavor this time will succeed! But that’s just a hope—because no one has ever defeated the Warden personally appointed by the Master in the Soul Prison.

You will all be trapped by the Warden! Your souls will be stripped away by the Warden! Even if you’re good people, it’s impossible for you to succeed.”

The bluish shadow muttered to himself. This was the first time someone had ever cared about his thoughts, and he felt a bit at a loss because of it. Perhaps as a way to repay that concern, he spoke these words.

What he had intended to warn Jeremy about was precisely this—information about the Warden.

But in truth, it wouldn’t make much difference whether Jeremy knew it or not. The bluish shadow didn’t know much about the Warden either.

All he knew was that the Warden’s power was immense, and in battle, the Warden had the ability to trap any enemy’s soul.