Chapter 135: Prophecy and the Magic Set

Seeing this, Sun Fei felt a surge of joy: “You… finally appraised this set of equipment?”

Grandfather Kane shoved the mostly intact magic equipment into Sun Fei’s hands, nodding triumphantly with a loud laugh: “Indeed, I did… I even made some small adjustments based on its magical principles. Now, even its original crafter standing right here couldn’t recognize this armor… I must say, it’s truly fantastic. The enchantment methods and the magical patterns governing the mana flow are incredibly unique and intricate. It really opened my eyes… However, I can see that this technique is fundamentally the same as the magical principles of the Rogue Continent… Lord Sun Fei, I believe I’ve accidentally discovered a brand-new door to magic. If I can fully open this door, I might gain power that even deities would tremble before!”

Hearing Elder Kane’s dramatic claim, Sun Fei had an idea. He handed over the handwritten copy of the Magic Notes he originally intended for Acarra: “Then take a look at this. Can you discover anything?”

“What is this…”

Elder Kane took the Magic Notes, slightly puzzled. After just a few glances, his eyes lit up instantly. He exclaimed, like a starving wolf spotting a fat, lazy sheep: “Aha! Oh my goodness! So that’s how it is… I see… Oh, what a genius design… This is an incredible concept for a mana vortex and amplification method… Oh, heavens, this actually works… Oho! I understand now, that’s how it is… Truly a genius idea.”

Following this delirious string of amazed sighs, the white-bearded elder, acting like one of those unkempt scientific fanatics Sun Fei remembered from before his rebirth, completely ignored Sun Fei and became entirely engrossed. He turned abruptly, clutching the Magic Notes to his chest, and headed straight towards his tent, leaving only one sentence behind: “With this, once I refine my new theory, Aha! I think I can help you unlock that strange Storage Ring.”

The elder was like a whirlwind, arriving swiftly and departing even faster.

Sun Fei could only shake his head, sweat beading on his forehead.

In the Rogue Encampment, Elder Kane and Auntie Acarra’s knowledge of magic was incredibly deep, making them Sun Fei’s long-intended perfect teachers. The slight difference between the World of Diablo’s magic system and that of the Azeroth Continent had prevented action until now. If Elder Kane could truly decipher the magical principles of the Azeroth Continent, many of Sun Fei’s future plans could be set in motion.

“I need to go to the World of Light to prepare some potions. Send Ileena to accompany me!”

Auntie Nun Acarra was deeply curious about how potion recipes could mutate on the Azeroth Continent. Like the white-bearded Elder Kane, this master-level theorist, skilled in potion-making and scroll crafting, felt she had found a brand-new door to potion-making. With some luck, she believed she could pioneer an entirely new, unprecedented school of potion knowledge.

Sun Fei didn’t hesitate.

After storing the equipment before him, he activated the Divine Skill: “Summoning,” opening a Portal. He sent Acarra and the Mercenary Beauty Ileena to Shampoo City. Angela, followed by the big black dog Black Whirlwind and several clever, eager children from the city, accompanied Sister Acarra. They climbed the mountains behind Shampoo City, teeming with countless herbs and plants. Acarra, feeling like she’d discovered a new continent, immediately embarked on the herculean task of tasting a hundred herbs.

Sun Fei then returned to the World of Diablo.

He exited the Barbarian Mode and selected Mage Mode on the 3D holographic screen. The Mage Character was the only one among the seven character classes in the World of Diablo that hadn’t yet cleared the game. However, only the final two tasks remained uncompleted. Over the next three hours or so, if he could finish “Eradicate The Countess of the Forgotten Tower” and “Kill the Fallen Nun Andariel,” Sun Fei would have conquered the first chapter, Rogue Encampment, with all seven classes. The long-guessed reward might finally arrive.

The killing and leveling began.

……

Two hours later.

“Aaaargh…”

Deep within the underground chambers of the Monastery on the Rogue Continent’s Tristram Plateau, a roar filled with boundless sorrow and resentment suddenly erupted. It instantly echoed across the entire Rogue Continent. After the howl, the demon queen Andariel died for the seventh time beneath Sun Fei’s feet. Scarlet blood soaked the stone floor. Tremendous tremors cracked the earth, and sky-reaching flames engulfed Andariel’s corpse. Surrounding monsters and demons wailed as they burned to ashes.

For the seventh time, Sun Fei saw the tear trickling from the corner of Andariel’s stunningly beautiful eye.

What kind of tear was that!

The crystal tear was filled with mesmerizing elements—fall and glory, beauty and despair, loyalty and betrayal, sacrifice and demand, blood and tears, fire and sword, envy and hatred… and a tragic love the world could never understand. Sun Fei entered a strange state. Hazily, an ancient, weathered emotion surged from within that tear, roaring as if possessing a living soul. It instantly invaded Sun Fei’s mental sea.

Sun Fei’s eyes changed.

This was a sudden, unexpected twist.

This hadn’t happened during the previous six times he’d killed Andariel using classes like the Barbarian, the Paladin, or the Druid. This abrupt surge of consciousness gave Sun Fei no chance to dodge or resist; it flooded his entire mind instantly. The next moment, something truly strange occurred—

Scenes from events Sun Fei had never experienced played before his eyes, like watching an immersive 3D movie:

A pitiful orphan girl walked alone in the wasteland. Starving and exhausted, close to death, she was rescued by a kind priest. From then on, the unlucky girl lived in the Monastery on Tristram Plateau. She started as an ugly duckling, doing the dirtiest, hardest chores just for a full meal. But as years passed, this ugly duckling transformed into a dazzling white swan. Priests lost focus during prayers just because of her smile. Soon, her reputation spread across the entire Rogue Continent. She became a goddess in every man’s heart and the target of every woman’s envy.

The Monastery thrived rapidly using her beauty, becoming a vital force for Heaven against Hell.

During a major event at the Monastery, thousands of men traveled countless miles to Tristram Plateau just for a glimpse of the girl. She appeared on a high platform, greeted by thunderous cheers. Yet, one man in a red cloak turned and left… She remembered this man.

Later, tragedy struck.

During a prayer service, a lamp fell from the chapel ceiling onto her face. Her eyes were badly burned. Nuns, jealous of her former beauty, deliberately delayed medical help… Her face was disfigured. Next came events she never anticipated. Stripped of her beauty, she became the continent’s laughingstock. The lost girl held no value for the church. To survive, she returned to doing the filthiest, hardest, even most degrading chores. Her life was filled with mockery and humiliation. Even the lowliest mercenaries would laugh upon seeing her: “Look! That ugly freak was once the most beautiful woman of the Rogue Continent!”

Desperate to hide her hideous scars, she begged the blacksmith to forge her an iron mask.

From that day on, the Rogue Continent’s once most beautiful woman could only live in disgrace behind a dark iron mask, like a beaten dog… Until one day, a man in a red cloak appeared before her.

“You are Andariel?” he asked, surprised.

She froze. Wearing the mask, why could he still recognize her?

“Your eyes are still just as beautiful!”

Such a simple answer. The girl’s tears instantly flooded her heart. “Beautiful”—a word so familiar, yet so distant. How long had it been since anyone spoke that word about her? So her eyes were still beautiful…

“Want your face back?” the man asked.

“Yes… but how is that possible? Can you do it?” the girl asked bitterly.

“Of course I can,” the man said, lifting his veil. A terrifying power lightly emanated, causing the earth itself to tremble: “Because I am the Lord of Terror—Diablo!”

The girl was shocked… Yet, facing this legendary Horror Lord, she surprisingly calmed down.

Soon after, the girl regained her beauty and acquired formidable demonic power. Using her allure and strength, she seized the Monastery, turning it into a fortress of piled bones—a forward outpost for Hell. She reclaimed everything she had lost but also became the fearful demon queen who nearly destroyed the Rogue Continent.

Yes, she fell in love with the Lord of Terror.

But he didn’t love her back, deeply devoted to his late wife.

For his sake, she wore that iron mask again—a symbol witnessing her beauty and glory, fall and tears… She practiced poison arts, growing stronger only to aid him in the battle between Heaven and Hell.

That girl was named Andariel.

The Flower of the Rogues before Ileena.

As a spectator, Sun Fei witnessed the entire story of the previous Flower Of The Rogues Andariel and her love for the Hell warlord. It was an extraordinary soul journey. Sun Fei seemed to become Andariel himself, experiencing every emotion of this former Flower Of The Rogues—helplessness, despair, fury, hatred, sorrow, sighs… In the end, Sun Fei couldn’t help but sigh. Was this tragic woman truly wrong?

This was fate.

Sun Fei even felt a hint of pity for this woman he’d now killed seven times.

Just as this emotion arose, something bizarre occurred. The images before him shattered into chaotic fragments, then slowly reassembled. An overwhelmingly enchanting woman materialized before Sun Fei—draped in ethereal white garments, stunningly celestial. Sun Fei recognized her; it was the restored, pre-poison-power Andariel. Undeniably beautiful, radiating almost an unbearable aura—she was the most beautiful woman Sun Fei had encountered since his journey began.

“Receive my gift. Protect your woman. Every Flower Of The Rogues will face unprecedented suffering, young warrior. A great calamity approaches. If you believe in love, protect her. Don’t let her repeat my fate!”

The woman finished speaking, waved her sleeve, and vanished beneath an aura of black radiance. Where she disappeared, a magnificent suit of armor materialized, pulsating with unimaginable Magic.

Sun Fei was stunned.

This was a magic set.

A truly complete set, missing not a single component—boasting unprecedented power.

Beside the magic set lay a dark iron mask—the very one Andariel had once begged the blacksmith to forge to hide her ugliness.