# 1198
Capítulo 1199: 27号
¡Rumbo rumrum...!!
El vago zumbido resonaba desde la brumosa lejanía. Lin Qiye y su compañero, que ya se habían alejado considerablemente de la costa, giraron la cabeza al mismo tiempo para mirar hacia atrás.
"Parece que tu deducción fue correcta..." He Lin habló lentamente.
"Esos representantes no pueden ser rival para los dioses." Lin Qiye entrecerró los ojos. "Prontowill lead a batch of representatives to the location of the Tesoro del Rey. I must get there before them and take the treasure."
"¿Planeas competir with those two gods for the Tesoro del Rey? Isn't that too risky?"
"That treasury is extremely important to me and cannot fall into anyone else's hands." Lin Qiye turned to look at He Lin. "There's a divine turtle guarding the area near the Tesoro del Rey, which makes it very dangerous. I'll go alone. Help me deliver a message to Jinian—if I'm trapped inside the treasury, I may need her to provide backup."
"Understood." He Lin nodded.
Lin Qiye opened the submarine hatch and summoned Hongyan / Bella de Rostro. The violent wind from her flapping wings churned the sea into massive waves as she soared into the clouds with a roaring sound.
The biting cold wind brushed past Lin Qiye's ears. He stared at the boundless sea and the mist, his expression grave.
Although he had seen through the intentions of Number 03 and Number 04 in advance and used those representatives to obstruct them, gods were still gods. They held clues to the Tesoro del Rey, so catching up to Lin Qiye was merely a matter of time.
From the current position to the red circle drawn by Number 22, even riding a dragon would take nearly eight hours.
Too long, too risky.
The only solution was [Nube de la Cicatriz].
Lin Qiye had calculated that with [Nube de la Cicatriz], he could compress the time to two hours—enough to arrive at the red circle before the two gods. However, this meant he would have to transform back to his true form.
He had already left the gathering area far behind, and all the representatives were being held back by Number 03 and Number 04... There shouldn't be any unexpected incidents, right?
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Qiye waved his hand to dismiss the transformation magic and temporarily restored his true form.
A wisp of cloud materialized from nothingness, bearing his body. Just as he was about to fly into the distance, a low voice came from the void:
"So you're the dual-god representative they're looking for."
Lin Qiye's pupils contracted sharply!
He raised his head abruptly. Somehow, a figure wrapped in a black cloak was standing motionless in the emptiness above him.
On the hood of that cloak, two numbers were clearly inscribed:
—27.
The third god, mixed in among the representatives.
Damn it... I forgot about this one!
Since Number 03 and Number 04's goal was also the Tesoro del Rey, they naturally stood out more compared to Number 27, who had been focused on finding someone.
But he couldn't understand—why would Number 27 target him specifically?
Could it be that searching for someone was merely a cover for Number 27's true purpose, which was also the Tesoro del Rey? Or... was he the target all along?
While Lin Qiye's mind raced, Number 27 slowly spoke:
"Don't worry. Dual-god representative, Tesoro del Rey... I have no interest in any of that. Who you really are or why you're deceiving those representatives—none of that matters to me.
I left a mark on you and tracked you here to make a deal with you."
Number 27 raised his hand, pinching a silver coin between his fingers. The coin was engraved with "33" and gleamed brilliantly.
"A deal?"
Lin Qiye stared at the coin, his brow furrowing. "What kind of deal?"
"Aren't you supposed to be able to prophecy? I want you to help me find someone."
"...Chloe?" Lin Qiye recalled Number 27's questions during the gathering and asked tentatively.
"Correct."
Number 27 gazed at Lin Qiye. Those eyes were like torches burning in the darkness of night.
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Qiye sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, but although I'm the representative of the God of Prophecy and Magic, I actually don't know any divination... Besides, you're a god yourself. Finding someone in this world should be much simpler for you than for me."
Upon hearing Lin Qiye's response, Number 27's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You can tell that I'm a god?" Number 27's voice carried both surprise and delight. "The divine robe I'm wearing is a specially crafted artifact that conceals aura. Even if you're merely human, let alone ordinary gods, none of them could discern my identity... And yet you claim you can't prophecy?"
Lin Qiye: ...
"I, I don't use prophecy for this..."
Lin Qiye tried to explain, but he couldn't reveal the existence of the Manicomio de los Dioses or Brother Monkey. For a moment, he found himself unable to refute the claim.
"I understand—you don't want to get caught up in the conflicts between gods. But since I said this is a deal, there will be benefits for you." Number 27 paused before continuing:
"In exchange for helping me find someone, I can kill one person... or one god for you."
Lin Qiye stood frozen.
"Kill a god for me?" He eyed the figure warily. "Any god?"
"Anyone below the God Supreme."
Lin Qiye carefully studied the cloaked figure before him, deep in thought.
Anyone below the God Supreme could be killed... That was quite a boast.
Could it be that beneath this cloak was a God Major of extraordinary origin?
"May I ask... who are you?" He ventured carefully.
Number 27 fell silent.
After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head. Beneath the broad brim of his hood, his eyes, shrouded in shadow, were full of complexity and helplessness.
"I'm merely an unknown god. My divine lineage was lost in the river of time countless ages ago... I am the last god of that lineage.
You don't need to know my name.
You may call me... Number 27."
Number 27?
Since when did gods call themselves like that?
Lin Qiye's confusion only deepened.
As if sensing Lin Qiye's doubts, Number 27 spoke proactively: "You may think I'm untrustworthy... In that case, I can kill a god for you first. When I've finished, I'll come to you carrying his head, and then you take me to find Chloe.
Do you accept this deal?"
"Kill the god first, then find the person?" Lin Qiye asked, bewildered. "You're not afraid I'll just run away?"
"You have my mark on you. You can't run. Even if I ground you to dust and scattered you in the wind, I would still find you." Number 27 said calmly.
Lin Qiye's mouth twitched. He genuinely considered the proposal.
Prophecy was indeed something he knew nothing about, but finding someone... perhaps he just needed a "miracle."
If things were as Number 27 said—that finding someone could be exchanged for a god's death—this deal was absolutely a profit with no downside for Lin Qiye.
After a long contemplation, Lin Qiye nodded solemnly. "Alright, I accept the deal."
Beneath Number 27's hood, a smile curved his lips.
He flicked his fingers, and the silver coin arced through the air, landing in Lin Qiye's palm.
"Give me a name." Number 27 spoke indifferently.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath:
"...Loki, the God of Mischief."