Death… And Me

Chapter 3118  The Sub-Branches

That couldn't be helped. If Rean really did make more of those bracelets and spread them to those using Unidentified Werdlem Stones, sooner or later, someone would be caught. By then, the secret would be out. Even worse, using the bracelets as a reference, it might even be possible to set up traps for anyone else who might use similar bracelets in the future. So, it would be good if the number of people who have such a thing is minimal, and even better if they never told anyone about it.

Popon gave up asking for more bracelets from Rean and went back to the main topic. "Alright, these bracelets are good and all, but how will we use them to take down the Inquisition Forging Hall?"

Rean faintly smiled. "The Inquisition Forging Hall is a place where the best forgers of the planet gather, even when they aren't related to the Inquisition Hall itself. If we want to get inside, we need to pretend to be Formations Masters and Blacksmiths. Don't worry, I will cover these bases. I just need someone to pretend to be that for me."

Popon immediately understood. "So you wish me to enter the Inquisition Forging hall while the rest will pretend to be my disciples or something like that?"

"Pretty much," Rean nodded.

Popon didn't like it, though. "There is no way they will fall for such bullshit. Sure, these bracelets now make us look like real cultivators of the Werdlem Empire. However, the fact is that we didn't even exist in the system a while ago. Now, out of nowhere, an Elemental Transformation Realm cultivator like me appeared. How come there was no information about me before? They will definitely catch this issue."

"Who said you didn't exist?" Rean asked back. "These Werdlem Stones I prepared for you all are from dead cultivators who were at the same Realm as you bunch. Could it be none of you have checked your own information on your CDs yet?"

"What?!" Popon, Veclis, and the others immediately took out their CDs again. They had never used it before, so Rean told them where they could find the information. Not long after, Popon had a weird expression. "I'm Tagunda of the Lincae Sect...?"

Veclis also saw his own name. "Errrr... Wildin of the Galapadien Organization?"

The others also saw their new names, feeling impressed. "You can use the Werdlem Stones of dead cultivators?"

"It isn't that hard," Rean explained. "These Werdlem Stones aren't really connected to your Dantians. The bracelets are only using their energy to fake your own. Just make sure you don't try to get in contact with the original powers from where these people came."

"What the Inquisition Hall does it instead?" Popon asked, concerned.

Rean shook his head. "They might do it, but not so soon. Have you ever heard about anyone trying to cause trouble for the Inquisition Hall? Even those with Unidentified Werdlem Stones are usually on the run and nothing else. We don't need to be there for years. We only need to get inside that place for a single day. Also... you are all going to die in there."

Rean's final words made everyone's expressions freeze for a moment.

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The Inquisition Forging Hall, different from all other branches of the Inquisition Hall, was constantly filled with cultivators and other races from all places of the world. It also had its own sub-branches, mainly divided into Circuitry Formations, Blacksmithing, Talismans, Seals, Puppetry, And Resources.

Each of those sub-branches was tightly controlled by real Inquisition Hall members, but most of the members of these sub-branches were actually outside experts. Above them all was the director, a man called Gratlur, also a Peak Stage Transition Realm expert. ---

Two days later, a group of six cultivators and one Demon Beast in humanoid form arrived at the Inquisition Forging Hall, being led by none other than Popon... or Tagunda, to be more specific. They approached one of the many counters in the organization's reception hall, attempting to start their plan.

Usually, terminals connected to the Werdlem Empire System were used for such registrations. Here, it was different, though. Each counter had a worker who was under the Soul Binding Contract. They were the ones controlling the terminals, following the various rules set to deal with newcomers.

"Hello, friend," Popon spoke first. "I would like to learn about Circuitry Formations and Blacksmith from the Inquisition Forging Hall to advance my skills. These behind me are my disciples."

The worker looked at them and simply nodded. "Be aware that there is a minimal skill requirement to join any of the Sub-Branches of the Inquisition Forging Hall. Do you intend to join the Inquisition Forging Hall outright, or do you only want to learn and then leave? For those who intend to leave later on, the studying materials are a lot more limited. Think about it well before making your decision."

"Only to learn," Popon didn't think twice. "Even if the materials are limited, if I manage to join temporarily, what I learn here is bound to make me one of the best forgers of my country, if not the best."

"That's true," the worker didn't doubt that. "Send your Spiritual Energy Signature into the terminal so I can check your information in the system."

Popon did as he was told, and he had to admit he was slightly nervous. This was the first hurdle, and if Rean's bracelets had some issue, it should appear now.

Yet, no such thing happened. Popon's... or Tagunda's information, to be more specific, immediately appeared on the screen. Other than that, there didn't seem to be anything wrong. "Alright. Now, your disciples. You will be responsible for them, so make sure to keep them under control. If they do anything detrimental to the Inquisition Hall, you will be considered responsible for them."

Rean and the others quickly followed suit. "Okay," the worker continued. "The test is very simple. You will be given a private room and will have to forge a weapon or build a circuitry formation with the materials provided there. Your privacy is guaranteed. Now, for the price, it costs a thousand Rank Five Spirit Stones for each."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om