Chapter 162 The Rules of the Main World

Chapter 162 The Rules of the Main World

With those words, the frozen atmosphere in the room began to slowly thaw. Juno, who'd been addressed, focused her gaze, as if just waking from the earlier chaos.

"Two hundred pounds."

Logan immediately laughed. He looked at Xavier with amusement, as if seeing through a clown's trick. "Two hundred? Can't believe it. In just a few years, you've gotten even better at price gouging—and more shameless about it."

"Oh, spare me your pitiful sympathy." Xavier waved his hand irritably and snorted. "She's not some Victorian-era relic. Two hundred is nothing to them."

Juno probably understood she'd been overcharged, but compared to her life, money was obviously the lesser concern.

So, seeing these two odd middle-aged men about to argue over money she'd already paid, Juno quickly intervened. "Mr. Black is right. It's just two hundred. Not worth mentioning."

Xavier immediately lifted his head, looking quite pleased with himself. This display clearly annoyed Logan.

He didn't even bother looking over, turning instead to Charles. "Did you pay too?"

Charles waved his hand. "No, Mr. Black..."

Before he could finish, Xavier cut him off. "He's the one you brought. His expenses go on your tab."

Xavier spoke while walking toward Logan with a sly grin, draping his arm over his shoulder and saying in a low voice, "Hey, it doesn't need to be much. Just some stamps, snuff boxes, things like that... you know what I mean."

Hearing his friend's undisguised mischief, Logan waved him off impatiently.

"I don't have any of that stuff. Don't forget, we have business to handle." As he spoke, he beckoned Charles to come over. "The problem on him has been solved, right?"

Logan spoke with certainty, as if already convinced Charles's troubles had been resolved.

"No," Xavier said matter-of-factly.

Logan's mouth opened to speak, then closed. He glanced at the Wenfu circling Charles. "You've got this thing on him, and you're saying it's not solved?"

"Nyarlathotep isn't some ordinary anomaly. Even if that old witch stepped in, she might not be able to handle this." Xavier spread his hands, speaking helplessly yet reasonably. "I've already bought him time. You can't seriously expect me to go assassinate Nyarlathotep, can you?"

For a moment, no one spoke.

After a brief silence, Logan asked, "So how do we solve this?"

"Mr. Black's idea is for me to participate in the preliminary assessment and earn a chance to meet with Nyarlathotep." Charles found his opening and voiced Xavier's plan.

The plan had no obvious flaws. The trial rules from shallow and deep waters applied equally to assessments in the Main World.

For a god-level anomaly like Nyarlathotep, the only way to defeat it was to leverage the rules inherent to this world.

Though Logan was somewhat reluctant, he knew Xavier wasn't lying.

So he waited alongside Charles for the next two days.

Juno still believed Charles and the others weren't truly human but anomalies wearing human skin. Out of her obsession with anomalous artifacts, she also stayed for a day.

However, on the morning of her second day waiting, she had a severe adverse reaction.

After Juno's fifth bout of vomiting that morning, her face turned deathly pale in an instant. She lost all strength and collapsed on the floor like mud.

Charles rushed over to support her. At first, he thought Juno had a migraine—her complaints of headache and constant vomiting certainly resembled the symptoms.

But soon, Charles realized the severity of the situation.

Shortly after Juno complained of a headache, she vomited again—this time, projectile vomiting.

Isis immediately materialized, placing her hands above Juno's body. After just a brief sensing, her expression changed drastically. "I can't heal her!"

Charles had the most authority to speak on Isis's abilities, and hearing her words surprised him. But then Juno suddenly began convulsing, pushing the situation further out of control.

Generally speaking, a normal migraine wouldn't cause projectile vomiting and convulsions.

Charles wasn't a doctor, but his excessively diverse yet solid knowledge base allowed him to identify key evidence quickly.

Juno's condition wasn't a migraine at all. It was more like the onset of a neurological disease—perhaps even reaching the level of increased intracranial pressure.

"She's hit the critical point."

Just then, Charles saw Xavier emerge from around the hallway corner.

Xavier wasn't surprised by Juno's current state. After briefly raising an eyebrow, he said this.

"Critical point?" Charles never stinted on his curiosity. Hearing this term, he immediately questioned it.

Of course, he wasn't confused by the term 'critical point' itself, but curious about what it represented.

"This is the Main World of the mental realm. Once a person enters this space-time, their psyche is constantly ravaged." Xavier bent down, swiftly hoisting Juno onto his back.

He carried Juno toward the exit while continuing to explain the situation. "Human mental endurance has limits. Once you exceed that threshold, you can't withstand it anymore. Your mind collapses, ultimately leading to death."

Charles understood, but seeing Xavier's direction, he couldn't help being curious. "Where are you taking her?"

Juno's situation was indeed somewhat dire, but she wasn't at death's door yet. Surely he wasn't just going to dump her outside?

"I'm taking her to the exit. If she leaves now, she can still be saved." Xavier left without looking back. He was clearly very familiar with this—as if he'd done it hundreds of times before.

The door gently closed, leaving only Charles and Logan in the room.

After witnessing Juno's condition, Charles instantly recalled what Sophie had said earlier about humans being able to stay in the Main World for at most one week.

He'd arrived in the Main World a day ago. By his count, today was his third day here. Nyarlathotep's preliminary assessment would begin tomorrow—meaning he had to resolve the curse within the next three days.

Otherwise, he'd either die from mental collapse or from the curse on him.

"Do you know his identity now, kid?" Logan had a cigarette holder between his lips, looking at Charles with a smile as he said, word by word, "He's the Savior."