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M: TSIA Chapter 132: The Peace-Loving Berserker
🕑 Added 2025-04-01 13:18:26 +0000 UTC“Good, still here!” Randolph says with a satisfied smile. Swiftly, Randolph pulls out half of the staff and slips it into his shoulder bag.
However, not far from there, someone else is watching with keen attention. Lance, who is also aware of the existence of this staff, smiles and holds the other part of the staff. A bright magical light begins to shine from the metal rod in Lance's hand, although the light is suppressed by the energy from the Black Lantern Ring that Lance emits.
The light continues to shimmer, as if calling out, even in this world filled with darkness.
Lance feels a vibration from within his heart, and without wasting any time, he pulls out the other two pieces of the staff from his pocket dimension. Now, the staff that was once scattered across different parts of the world—the first part in a forest garden in Norway, the second part in a basement in Spain—has finally come together in this monastery in Ireland.
In less than two hours, the great task of gathering the three parts of the "Berserker Staff" is complete.
Buzzing…
The three parts of the staff begin to vibrate, pulling towards each other, as if they are ready to reunite after years of separation. With their combined power, the staff will become an incredibly powerful tool, surpassing the strength of each individual part.
However, for Lance, just one piece was enough for his plan.
“Stop!” Lance shouted, his movements quick and decisive. With skilled hands, Lance took one piece from the staff and put the other two back into his dimensional pouch. He threw one piece onto the Infinite Altar, a place filled with hidden power.
In an instant, the appearance of the "Berserker Staff" changed drastically.
[Name: Magical Origami
Origin: Jackie Chan Adventures
Introduction: Origami that has been touched by magic possesses extraordinary abilities to change its form according to the user's wishes. With this power, the origami can transform into various desired shapes, providing unexpected flexibility and strength.]
“This thing…” Lance fell silent, his confusion evident. How could Lance assess the magical object before him? While useful, this item also had many limitations.
As long as someone held a piece of this paper, it could merge with that paper, transforming it according to their will. The paper could be changed into various forms—from sharp ones, like knives or needles, to more complex shapes, like a bird soaring in the sky. Its flying speed could match that of an eagle, and its agility was comparable to that of a kite.
Moreover, this paper could also transform into ferocious beasts with incredible strength and ferocity. Like a fearsome tiger, a bear with extraordinary physical power, or a large and tough body like a rhinoceros. Each form created granted it corresponding strength, allowing its holder to gain extraordinary abilities in an instant.
However, behind the extraordinary potential lay a fatal weakness that could not be avoided—this object was made of paper. Despite being called a magical item, paper remained paper. The beauty and power it offered could not shield it from the fundamental weaknesses of paper itself. Water could damage it, fire could burn it, and a sharp knife could easily destroy it. In many ways, this object resembled a toy more than a truly useful magical tool.
Of course, a toy used wisely could still be more useful than a tool that seemed stronger.
Lance fell silent, contemplating the possibilities of using this object. Randolph, on the other hand, carefully stored the old wooden staff, preparing to leave with enthusiasm. However, as Randolph reached the chapel door, a group of people suddenly blocked his way.
In front of them stood a burly European man with a smile that felt very unpleasant, staring at Randolph. The man observed Randolph from head to toe, his dark, sharp eyes radiating an intimidating aura, before murmuring softly, “It’s you! It’s really you! I knew my ancestors’ records were not deceiving me…”
Randolph frowned, his confusion becoming more apparent. With a calm motion, Randolph tossed his bag behind him. “Who are you?” Randolph asked, his voice flat, devoid of fear.
The man smiled widely, his eyes full of confidence, “I am Jacob. And we… are your followers!”
There was something strange in the man’s words, as if he were pledging loyalty to someone much greater. However, the expression on the man’s face revealed a frightening impatience, like a beast that had caught the scent of prey. “My ancestors kept a great secret of yours, Theresa Barron. For hundreds of years. Do you still remember this name?”
Randolph nodded indifferently. “Brother Jeanne, the priest who recorded my story. Of course, I remember.”
In the 15th century, Randolph had lived in a monastery and fallen in love with a nun named Jeanne. Jeanne, who enjoyed listening to Randolph’s stories, made him recount many tales of his past and the mysteries of his life. However, those stories became a topic of discussion among Jeanne’s family, particularly Theresa Barron, Jeanne’s brother, who eventually regarded Randolph as the incarnation of a God and vowed to keep everything about him a secret.
But as time went on, it seemed that someone had not properly remembered that principle. Now, this person, Jacob, appeared to have uncovered a secret that was meant to remain buried.
"Jeanne... a priestess who recorded my story," Randolph replied with remarkable calmness. "I know your story."
Jacob looked very pleased to hear that acknowledgment, his face beaming. "According to my ancestors' records, you fell in love with life on Earth, with humanity. When the God’s forces returned to the divine realm, you quietly chose to stay in this world, living a simple, happy, and undisturbed life. At first, I was skeptical, but after seeing you up close, I could hardly believe it. Haha, it turns out my ancestors were truly not mistaken!"
Randolph simply stared at him calmly, expressionless. "Then you know I do not wish to be disturbed."
Jacob's smile slowly faded, his sharp eyes glinting with the madness that was beginning to surface. The corners of Jacob's mouth twisted oddly, radiating a deep sense of confidence. "We just thought, since you no longer wish to fulfill your duties as a God... why not hand it over to us?"
