"I knew this would happen. This time, I will make sure to frame you, Dark Root!"

  The speaker of these words is Wicked Fortune, a partner at the Unquenchable Fire Brothel, who has never gotten along with Dark Root. It wouldn't be strange to consider them enemies.

  After receiving information about Prescribed Dream's disappearance, Wicked Fortune knows he must act before anyone else. “Bring me that woman, I won’t leave a single loose end today.”

  "Yes, sir."

  His subordinates bow respectfully and turn to leave the room, but just before they do, Wicked Fortune stops them.

  "Wait. Go to the old man and ask him..."

  After receiving their orders, this time his subordinates leave, leaving him in the room only with his two bodyguards.

  Wicked Fortune looks at his bodyguards and smiles arrogantly. "Catch the dao protector of that bitch. He has some kind of relationship with Dark Root, don’t let him be captured by anyone other than you."

  +++

  In the administration building, Lawrence is comfortably reading a book. This is not just any book, but the brothel's harvest book for this year.

  "I arrived late, many pages are blank."

  All the women with extraordinary innate abilities have been chosen by some dao protector, resulting in their information being deleted from this book. Still, there are many beautiful women with outstanding innate abilities, if he could have chosen them, he would have, but such a thing is impossible.

  Because his stay in this place is still not secured.

  Boom.

  With a bang, the administration building's door swings open. Lawrence sets aside the book and watches as two level 600 men enter without fear of the consequences. They look around until their gaze settles on Lawrence.

  "What--?"

  Before he could ask what is happening, the two men appear by his side and hold him by both arms, one on each side.

  “One of the prostitutes under your charge has disappeared. Until her whereabouts are known, you are the prime suspect.”

  The guards of the administration building immediately appear, but turn a blind eye once the men introduce themselves as the bodyguards of Wicked Fortune, a partner of the Unquenchable Fire Brothel.

  Lawrence widens his eyes, hearing the name of another partner other than Dark Root for the first time. Although he had suspicions about his identity, the guards’ inaction against these bodyguards means their claim is true. Besides the guards, only he could hear the identity of these men, the others present still do not understand what is happening.

  Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, the bodyguards drag Lawrence out of the building, not allowing him to walk. But he does not give them the satisfaction and increases his speed, walking alongside them, though his arms are restrained.

  Seeing this, one of the men is impressed and says: "You're hiding something, aren't you?"

  Lawrence frowns. "I am a user of sacred magic, for me such things--"

  "Ha! Whatever it was, it’s futile to keep hiding it. You will be put under the scrutiny of a war artifact, our lord is waiting for the authorization and when that happens, all your secrets will be revealed."

  "I might have to change my opinion about users of sacred magic."

  He ignores the taunts of the two bodyguards and begins to breathe heavily. Why do they need a war artifact? Of course to assess his innate ability! There is no other reason to be so meticulous!

  'The evil sect did something to my body that prevented common magic artifacts from revealing my innate ability, but it's different with a war artifact!'

  This cannot continue like this, this goes beyond blaming him for the actions of a prostitute. The entire Divine Plane will be shaken by his existence!

  'Dammit! This was not part of the plans...'

  These bodyguards may be at level 600, but they are naive if they think that level 507 is Lawrence's true level! Ignoring his real level, even if it is lower than theirs, there still exists the compression of levels! He has enough strength to make a move without being perceived by them!

  In just a blink, Lawrence removes a paper from his storage ring and imprints his thoughts onto it. As soon as he succeeds, he creates a fist-sized Dimensional Rift and sends the paper towards his personal dimension.

  The men look at him, but seeing nothing unusual, continue walking.

  'Please read the damn paper. The whole plan is already ruined!'

  Even if Prescribed Dream successfully enters his personal dimension, the outcome is the worst, beyond what was imagined. Lawrence does not trust that his women are capable of finding a magic artifact capable of concealing his innate ability in such a short time, it would be naive of him to even consider it. His intention is something entirely different.

  ‘You have to regress now, Coldness Divine! It’ll be too late if you postpone it!’

  Regressing will be useless if he doesn’t have enough time to stop Prescribed Dream from making her move, they’ll be creating a time loop!

  Minutes pass and Lawrence’s gaze darkens, he knows something is wrong.

  They haven’t read his paper or…

  In the distance, it is already possible to see the dungeon. It’s not the first time he has entered that place, but unlike before, a man and a woman with a patch on her left eye are waiting for him at the entrance to the dungeons.

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  He doesn’t know them, but by the expression of the man, they don’t have good intentions.

  "This time Dark Root won't be able to defend you, I'll make you spill everything you know."

  Lawrence frowns, 'An enemy of Dark Root? Don't tell me he is...'

  After considering the idea, he knows he must not act rashly.

  "Amitabha"

  The man is confused for a second by Lawrence’s non-hostile look and then snorts, "Ha! Pretending won't help you! You're not a damn monk!"

  "Desiring peace isn't something only monks wish for, at some point in your life you will understand."

  "Get lost! Take him to the dungeons now!"

  This time the bodyguards use their level to suppress Lawrence and drag him to the underground dungeons. Before throwing him into a cell, they snatch his storage ring and any other belongings that could be used as a weapon.

  When the door closes, the mana inside the cell disappears. Unable to use techniques or magic, Lawrence is no different from a mortal who simply has a tougher body than the rest.

  Once no one is watching, Lawrence returns to his usual look.

  "Wicked Fortune…"

  That man must be the partner of the Unquenchable Fire Brothel of whom those bodyguards were talking. His enmity with Dark Root would explain his hatred towards Lawrence, because through him he plans to catch a bigger fish.

  But what bothers him the most is not this new enemy, but…

  “Are those stupid women really planning to find that magic artifact?”

  If Coldness Divine is not regressing, their next action is predictable. If they fail, the consequences will be terrible.

  Moments later the door opens and Wicked Fortune enters along with a woman with a patch on her left eye. Wicked Fortune has the appearance of a man in his 30s, arrogant-looking and well-dressed. The woman has blonde hair cut to her shoulders, her right eye is green and despite her expressionless gaze, she is beautiful.

  "Golden Green, you know what you have to do without me telling you, right?"

  The woman, whose name is Golden Green, nods without changing her expression. Wicked Fortune praises her submissive behavior, but more than praise, his words are filled with contempt. Because he knows that this woman's fate was sealed a long time ago.

  Wicked Fortune activates a communication artifact and the next second Lawrence hears a familiar voice coming from it.

  "Wicked Fortune, what are you planning by calling me--? Wait, is this a remote conference? What the hell?"

  Dark Root, the man who recommended Lawrence for his current job in this place, but not just him.

  "I don't have time for this." The next to speak is a woman, "I just entered the subspace. A high-class product has disappeared, if you called for your usual squabbles, I'll cut off."

  Wicked Fortune immediately responds, "Gentle Break, you know me. You know I wouldn't dare offend you, or anyone else."

  "It's good that you acknowledge your mistakes, that's the first step."

  "Except for you Dark Root... But what I have on my hands concerns you."

  Only two more voices join the conversation, resulting in four partners attending Wicked Fortune's call. What always was transmitted as rumors, before him becomes reality. The partners of the brothel, the highest rungs are before Lawrence. They may be just their voices, but just one order from them is enough to decide his life or death.

  "Prescribed Dream, a high-class product has disappeared more than four hours ago and there are no signs of her whereabouts. Everyone knows what that means, right?"

  The partners remain silent, this is a serious matter.

  "In front of me, I have her dao protector, Lawrence, and by my side I have Golden Green. Say hello."

  She frowns for a moment and then approaches the communication artifact. "Good afternoon to all partners, I am Golden Green. I have interacted with all of you on more than one occasion, I hope you remember my voice."

  "I see, you'll be the lie detector that this clown hired. I have no objection, do your job without fear of offending me. I am not afraid of anything."

  "Understood."

  "Hahaha, Dark Root, Dark Root. Even if you hadn't given your authorization, this interrogation would have been carried out anyway. No one can fully trust all those documents you have delivered to us. I don't believe this guy is just an average user of sacred magic! He's hiding something, and I'll find it out!"

  "Go ahead."

  Dark Root stops interfering and allows Wicked Fortune to do as he wishes. This is an opportunity, an opportunity that might be useful to clear his name or… To find out if his friend really was one.

  Wicked Fortune is not pleased with Dark Root's lack of enthusiasm, but must finish what he started. "Lawrence, answer. What is your real name?"

  Lawrence would be foolish if he hasn't figured out the purpose of his question, why this man is accompanied by Golden Green, but...

  "Lawrence."

  After a few seconds, Golden Green nods her head. "He's telling the truth."

  He's not afraid. Because although in this place he cannot use his mana, he has something that exceeds the authority of this dungeon, something that cannot possibly be restricted.

  His personal dimension.