I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

"The world revolves around profit," he thought.

If he could bring them sufficient benefit, they wouldn't utter a word of complaint even if he demolished the Rose Hotel.

"I don't know what you're talking about," John responded coolly, genuinely unclear about the significance of the fragments.

Moreover, it seemed there were several pieces involved, and he wasn't ready to share information with the person before him without a full understanding.

"If we are to cooperate, we must both show some sincerity. You won't even answer such a simple question; how can I trust that you're willing to work with me going forward?"

The owner of the Rose Hotel spoke these words with a tone as flat as the horizon.

John glanced at the swirling mass of black mist before him.

He found he couldn't see through it at all, not even with the aid of his system.

What was this black mist? What secrets did it hide?

"You won't even show your true face to me, and you have the nerve to talk about my lack of sincerity?" John's voice carried a tinge of mockery.

"Isn't that a bit hypocritical? On one hand, you demand sincerity from me, yet on the other, you stand before me neither fully human nor ghost."

"How dare you!"

Jasminette's voice rang out sharply beside them.

"How can you speak to the master in such a manner?" Your next chapter awaits on mvl

Startled by Jasminette's sharp rebuke, John couldn't help but laugh.

"It seems your subordinates are indeed fiercely loyal to you, which is more than I had anticipated," he remarked.

Upon hearing this, Jasminette's face twisted into a peculiar expression, and she glared at John.

He knew very well that all this was just because he had spoken ill of her master.

Regardless of how he had verbally provoked Jasminette earlier, she had shown no sign of anger.

But now, just a few words against her master had made her visibly upset, indicating her deep respect for this so-called master.

"If you like, I could just give her to you," said the owner of Rose Hotel, seemingly indifferent to Jasminette, his voice flat.

After the master spoke, Jasminette's demeanor remained unchanged, her gaze still burning with anger towards John.

"Forget it, it seems she's very loyal to you, and it appears I've upset her. If I really took her back, she might just stab me one day," John chuckled, but then noticed Jasminette looked like she wanted to say something yet restrained herself.

She probably realized that arguing further was pointless.

"Not showing you my true face is for your own good, after all, everyone who has seen my face has died," the master of Rose Hotel said with a hint of laughter in his tone, yet John could not discern whether the voice was male or female.

John could guess that the master's identity must be highly sensitive, otherwise there wouldn't be such a need to conceal their true face.

But this was all within his expectations.

Just being able to meet this so-called master today was an achievement in itself.

Beyond that, he hadn't really thought much.

"How about this? Let's make a deal. You tell me what you know about the fragment you've acquired, and I'll tell you why Victor has become the way he is now."

John felt a stir of curiosity; he genuinely wanted to understand Victor's transformation, which was indeed the purpose of his visit.

However, he couldn't fathom why this person was so desperate for the secret realm fragments.

If it were merely for profit, they wouldn't be so anxious.

After all, the capabilities of the Rose Hotel were evident, and it was unlikely that they would exert so much effort just for a so-called secret realm fragment.

"Wouldn't that be too much of a loss for you?" John said softly.

He indeed needed to know about Victor urgently.

Yet, as for the so-called fragments, he didn't know their exact nature or how many there might be.

Perhaps all the fragments needed to be gathered to reveal a complete secret realm.

Although a single secret realm fragment held substantial value, to these people, it might not warrant a second glance.

"It's merely a matter of each getting what they need. You have what I want, and you just happen to possess what I desire. Isn't that enough?"

John fell silent, knowing that the other party was clearly extending a favor to him, and he indeed had no grounds to refuse.

"Of course, I know there's no real trust between us at the moment. So, how about this? We write everything down on paper and then exchange them. What do you think?"

Hearing this, John felt an odd sensation; he sensed that the other was intentionally obliging him, but he couldn't articulate why, nor could he discern the underlying motive.

He was very aware that this was his first encounter with this so-called master, with no prior interactions.

But why would this supposed master want to help him? Even offering him his so-called servants.

"Alright then, let's see who can write faster," John responded.

The black mist across from him seemed to laugh, and then the swirling black mist moved a pen and paper towards John.

After receiving the pen and paper, John thought for a moment about how to phrase his words, then began to write directly.

He knew things wouldn't be this simple.

But he could guess what the other party wanted to know.

The immediate task was to resolve the situation at hand.

After John finished writing, he noticed the black mist across from him roiling as if wrestling with something.

Eventually, a piece of paper floated towards him.

When John saw the words written on it, his pupils dilated in shock.

"What does this mean?" he asked.

The voice from the other side chuckled softly, then spoke deliberately.

"It means nothing specific, I've simply disclosed everything I know. These two matters are indeed connected. You wouldn't be here investigating if you knew nothing, right?"

There was a clear hint of pleasure in the voice, as if it was anticipating John's response.

John closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed his emotions.

"If what you've written is true, then this matter must be of great importance. How could you reveal it to me so easily? What exactly is your plan?" John's tone carried a measure of caution.

He had suspected from the start that this wasn't a simple affair, but he hadn't anticipated it being connected to such a matter, far different from what he had imagined.

This forced him to regard the person before him with increased wariness.

"Does the Chaos Star, the Rose Hotel, really fear anyone?"

The master laughed lightly, their androgynous voice echoing through the air once more.

"Don't forget, if they dared to send someone to my domain, they've implicitly agreed that I can handle the matter as I see fit. Otherwise, how do you think you would have found this person so easily?"