Mitch chuckled and closed the "Ways to Achieve Immortality" book on the table, leisurely saying, "Rye, is His Majesty still studying how to achieve eternal life?"

He stood up and slowly approached Rye, saying, "But from what I've seen in your notes, it seems like you also want to become a god, to live forever?"

Rye couldn't resist the trembling of his fingers and sternly said, "Mitch, you were already dead, why are you appearing here now? You don't belong here, go back quickly!"

Mitch's eyes showed a hint of mockery, but he continued to speak to himself, "It's really... the person who killed my entire family not only escaped punishment but also had a thriving offspring."

"This person actually had delusions of becoming a god... Ha."

Mitch couldn't help but laugh when he saw something funny. He laughed louder and louder until he finally stopped after a while.

"Sorry," Mitch wiped away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes and said, "I couldn't help it, you made me laugh."

Holden immediately felt humiliated. A ghost, dare to mock him.

"Mitch, are you blaming me?" Rye slowly calmed down, quietly grasping something in his sleeve, and asked.

Mitch acted as if he hadn't seen the bell in his hand, but his expression turned extremely cold. "Shouldn't I blame you?"

Rye explained, "I had no choice either! If you wanted me dead, I had to die. Mitch, it was you who wanted to show off!"

Mitch laughed and said, "What was I showing off?"

"Was it for Your Majesty to travel far and wide, seeking the elixir of immortality and thus showing off?"

"Was it me who ascended the altar to pray for Your Majesty's prosperity and stabbed Your Majesty's eyes?"

"Was it me who exorcised and pacified Your Majesty, causing him to be displeased?"

He was loyal and dedicated, giving his full effort.

He couldn't understand now why he had ended up in such a situation!

"Rye, I really don't understand, please explain it to me," Mitch sincerely asked Rye, just like he used to when he was alive.

Rye looked at Mitch, who still appeared as warm and gentle as he did when he was alive, and had a sense of hesitation about not being able to harm him.

He moved to a chair on the side and sat down, while Mitch sat across from him.

"You shouldn't have done it in the first place," Rye said. "You prayed for smooth winds and abundant rain for His Majesty, and every time you asked for wind, you got wind, and when you asked for rain, you got rain. Have you ever thought about how worried His Majesty would be?"

"He would worry that you became the god of the entire dynasty, surpassing him. Because of your abilities, he wouldn't dare to disrespect you, fearing that one day you would ask him to die."

Mitch: "..."

He sarcastically curled his lips and said, "Makes sense."

Rye continued, "You are an expert in exorcism, the master of all ghosts, and you have protected His Majesty from being disturbed by evil spirits. However, deep down, His Majesty is still uneasy. What if one day you secretly harm him as a malevolent ghost?"

Mitch chuckled and said, "That's right, and it makes sense too."

Rye added, "As for you winning over His Majesty, it is too ambitious. Those who were already unwilling to submit to His Majesty would now willingly bow down at your feet... What do you think His Majesty would think of that?"

A person communicated with gods, communicated with ghosts, communicated with the earth, and communicated with people.

Skilled, commanding respect from everyone.

Having already been able to stand between heaven and earth, yet still being subservient to one person... What would that person think?

"So it's no wonder that His Majesty fears you and wants to kill you!" Rye said.

Mitch smiled and applauded him, saying, "Truly worthy of Rye, you analyzed it very thoroughly."

He did understand, understood why His Majesty couldn't tolerate him, this was a very understandable thing, isn't it?

"But what about you? What was your reason?" Mitch's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Just because my edge overshadowed yours?"

Rye was startled, he indeed heard these words. Ten years ago, when he set fire to the Dubin's Mansion, he was indeed there.

Seeing this, he had nothing to hide. Unconsciously, he clenched his fist and said, "Yes... indeed, that's the reason!"

Mitch looked at him with extreme disappointment and said, "Is that the only reason? Rye, you really have no creativity, no ambition."

"If you have any ambition, you should strive to surpass me."

Mitch and Rye knew and appreciated each other, both being extraordinary talents, which is why they cherished each other so much.

But Mitch refused, only because of this vulgar reason.

Rye, however, became excited and suddenly slammed the table, standing up angrily, and said, "Do you think I haven't thought about it?!"

"I was once the pride of heaven! When I was the eldest son of the Grand Tutor, you were just a commoner in the capital!"

"I was born better than you, my family background is better than yours, and I have better social connections! But what about you? You just need to appear and easily overshadow me!"

He worked so hard, constantly competing with Mitch.

But there was not a single success.

"You simply cannot understand the frustration of being suppressed, let alone understand the humiliation I, a talented individual, felt when being forcefully suppressed by a commoner!"

"Mitch, how can I surpass you if you don't die? Besides the position of Dazai, there is nothing else that can prove my success over you."

"How could you not die? The girl that I fell in love with in my prime, she only has eyes for you! If you don't die, how can I marry her?"

Mitch frowned and asked, "Kristen?"

He had no thoughts about her at all.

Rye sneered, "You have no feelings for her, but she is completely devoted to you! When she was heartbroken and exhausted, you didn't even give her a single glance, Mitch, you don't deserve someone as amazing as her!"

Mitch: "...So what?"

Rye said, "So you died, and I took the position of the leader. I finally married her. This is the rightful ending. A commoner's son is not worthy of sitting above thousands of people. You don't have the qualifications!"

"All the rules in the world, only you, Mitch, broke them. I just wanted everything to go back to where it was."

Mitch just found it funny...

"You claimed to be loyal to the monarch, yet you acted in your own self-interest and abused your power for personal gain."

"You said you liked that girl, but after her, you took two concubines in the second and fourth chambers. Having three wives and four concubines is equally disgraceful."

"You said we were good brothers... yet you could kill my entire family for a position, deceive and plot against me..."

Mitch suddenly approached and grabbed Rye by the neck, saying, "If you want this position, if you want to suppress my edge, just kill me!"

"But why did you still have to kill my parents, kill Darla, kill Jacob?!"

"Why!"

Mitch's nails suddenly grew longer and pierced into Rye's neck!

"You are such a hypocrite, Rye. Today, I will tear off your face."

"Hmm? Why did you stop talking?"

Mitch's lips curled up, revealing a cruel smile...

"You killed my entire family, as a retaliation... How about I kill your entire family?"

"So... we're even now, right?"

Sharp nails pierced Rye's skin, grabbing the skin beneath his neck, and forcefully pulled it apart!

Rye's pupils contracted sharply, and in that instant, his soul seemed to escape...