CHAPTER 76: MIRROR OF DEPRAVITY

"Magic Know? A platform specifically for asking questions?" Master Wrathwind looked at the new app with some surprise. It seemed he could ask about this here!

Thinking of this, Master Wrathwind immediately typed rapidly, describing everything that happened here in great detail, only hiding the identities of the City of Gold and the Golden Princess. "Huh, you can even invite specific people to answer?"

After posting his question, Master Wrathwind discovered he could actually invite certain people to answer. He immediately clicked it and found that the invitation list was highly relevant to his question and included people with quite high Magic Net levels.

Undoubtedly, these were all users who’d shared lots of knowledge through the Magic Encyclopedia and had covered related information.

Master Wrathwind didn’t hesitate to send invitations.

With the new feature appearing, many people were reaching out to friends. Right now, Magic Net users were at peak activity—over 200,000 people using it simultaneously. After sending the invitations, someone quickly noticed.

"Don’t know, never seen it. How can you even invite people to answer questions? This new feature is pretty interesting. Hey, this little bean emoji is kind of fun. ’smile’ ’smile’ ’smile’"

Master Wrathwind looked at this brief answer, his brow furrowing slightly before relaxing. For something even he hadn’t heard of, it was normal for these people not to know. But for some reason, looking at that smiling bean emoji, he always felt something passive-aggressive about it... An illusion, it must be an illusion.

They were clearly smiling!

Much cuter than that big grinning one!

Master Wrathwind originally hadn’t paid any attention to the little bean emojis, but after looking carefully, he couldn’t help muttering, "These little bean expressions are pretty interesting!"

With a new feature appearing and the first question coming from a very high-level user, it instantly attracted countless onlookers. Many uninvited people chose to answer the question, while others began commenting on these answers below. For a moment, the question seemed quite lively.

But there wasn’t a single truly valuable answer.

Master Wrathwind kept refreshing, hoping someone could solve the current problem.

Suddenly, one answer caught his attention—"This is the Mirror of Depravity from the Fallen Ones. I suggest you run immediately. Otherwise, once you’re affected, even if you’re legendary, you won’t escape!"

Mirror of Depravity?!

A term he’d never heard before. Just as he was about to follow up, he found that dozens of replies had already appeared under this answer.

"The Fallen Ones?! You mean that dark church formed by fallen followers of the God of Wine?"

"Hahaha, this is the biggest joke I’ve heard. A mirror that even legendary beings can’t escape from!"

"Little buddy, do you even know what kind of existence legendary beings are? A mirror? Even if another legendary magician appeared, they couldn’t quickly determine victory!"

"If the Fallen Ones really had this kind of power, they wouldn’t be a dark church anymore! They’d be the continent’s number one church!"

Master Wrathwind looked at these comments under the answer and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

It seemed like... there wasn’t really anything wrong with what they said.

The reason legendary beings were called legendary was because they’d already touched upon a trace of the rules, already becoming existences comparable to the highest-level clerics through their own power. Their power was boundless—how could they possibly be affected by a mere mirror?!

Before Master Wrathwind could decide whether to ask more, the person on the other end seemed angered by these comments. "The Mirror of Depravity is a supreme divine artifact that the Master of Depravity stole from the God of Wine’s divine realm. Its power is absolutely terrifying. Just a projection alone is enough to make an entire castle’s worth of people fall into depravity!"

A supreme divine artifact stolen from the God of Wine’s divine realm?!

Capable of making an entire castle’s worth of people fall into depravity?!

Master Wrathwind’s mind raced. Actually, when he made his name, the Church of the God of Wine still existed and the Fallen Ones hadn’t fallen yet. But there was absolutely no information about this. Could it be that the theft led to their fall?!

But if so, why would such a supreme divine artifact appear in the City of Gold?

Countless questions instantly swirled through Master Wrathwind’s mind. After a brief silence, he quickly typed out a line: "I have some connections with Rachena Erera, a bishop of the Church of the God of Wine. I used to visit them often to sample fine wines. How come I never heard about the Mirror of Depravity?"

Bishop Rachena Erera, a bishop of the Church of the God of Wine with tremendous potential, even had a chance to become Pope. After the Church of the God of Wine became the Fallen Ones, she disappeared without a trace. But the Fallen Ones church should still have quite a few high-ranking members who’d heard this name.

As soon as this information came out, the other person immediately stopped replying, as if they’d received some kind of shock. Quite a few people online started mocking them, saying they’d tried to show off to an old veteran, not expecting the person actually knew their stuff. Master Wrathwind looked at these messages and couldn’t help shaking his head slightly, then continued refreshing.

He also felt this was probably just someone trying to scam people. There were way too many suspicious points.

But just then, a barely perceptible wind passed through the castle hall and blew toward Master Wrathwind.

Normally, the light from magic crystal lamps was quite stable and couldn’t possibly be affected by wind. After all, they didn’t even have flames. But when this wind blew over, he actually felt his surroundings starting to grow dim.

Just as he was about to stand up, he found his consciousness beginning to blur somewhat.

In a daze, he seemed to appear in a stretch of darkness.

He clearly remembered what had just happened, but he didn’t understand what kind of power could pull him—a legendary druid—into such an illusion. Moreover, he didn’t sense any danger, only felt himself surrounded by that boundless darkness and chaos.

He knew he must be influenced by some powerful force. Perhaps it was that Mirror of Depravity. But he didn’t know why this was happening. He couldn’t figure out why this was happening, much less how they’d managed to do it!

"This money’s really hard to earn!"

After the initial panic, Master Wrathwind had already calmed down.

He wandered freely in this darkness, exploring everything around him, trying to see just where this was and how he could escape. But he found that his stamina hadn’t changed one bit. This wasn’t a normal world—there was no physical existence. It seemed like he’d entered some kind of false space, like being in a dream or something.

He’d lived for thousands of years but had never experienced anything like this, never even heard of such a thing.

After spending who knows how long in this environment, suddenly, everything around him began to twist. The darkness gradually faded, and he discovered with amazement that the space he was in was exactly like the Elven capital, except there wasn’t a single person around.