Chapter 1301 - New Life

Chapter 1301 “New Life“

Through the Eyes of Mystery Prying, Bernadette saw that the

interior of the dark-red baldachin was empty—nothing was
there. All she could see were shadows that usually shrouded
things in reality.
She was unable to prophesize anything from it. Having no
choice but to look away, she followed her intuition and made
the Invisible Servant walk towards the other end of the open
area, which was also part of the primitive forest filled with
towering trees.
As the Invisible Servant couldn’t be too far away from her, she
silently followed behind while wearing the Invisibility Hat.
She unhurriedly passed through the area where all the
creatures on the island were gathered.
Here, the sky seemed to be perpetually gloomy, one permeated
by a faint blackness.
Time passed quickly. The Invisible Servant entered the forest
that blotted out the sky with the tree branches and everything
before it suddenly dimmed.
Right on the heels of that, the nearly transparent, cold, and
undetectable Eyes of Mystery Prying saw through the dim
environment. There were pale-white corpses placed in
between the trees. Skulls and rotting corpses hung down from
many branches.
They consisted of dragons, avian creatures, and some had
eight legs, while others were strange giant trees that occupied
every empty spot in the forest.
At a glance, Bernadette seemed to have arrived at a cemetery.
A scene naturally surfaced in her mind:
It was a scene of supernatural beings giving birth to their
descendants before they died, thus passing on their Beyonder
characteristics to them. And these creatures would struggle
towards this region in the primitive forest from every
direction, in search of an unoccupied spot. Then, facing a
particular direction, they would silently die, gradually rotting
and being reduced to bones.
What’s the meaning behind this? As a Clairvoyant, Bernadette
fully believed that the scenes produced in her mind were what
had happened in the real world. However, she was puzzled
about the type of power that made the creatures on this
primitive island choose this area as their tomb.
Furthermore, since Grimm, William, and Poli, who had died
long ago, appeared to remain alive in some form, it didn’t
make sense that supernatural and mutated creatures that had
stayed on this island all this while and had suffered even more
corruption would end up dying.
This made Bernadette frown slightly as she directed the
Invisible Servant to continue proceeding deeper into the
creature cemetery.
Just like that, the Invisible Servant proceeded forward for
nearly fifteen minutes in this forest filled with bones and
corpses.
Finally, it saw a fourth object beyond trees, weeds, and
corpses.
It was a black stone pillar. It was very thick, with a width
spanning about six arm spans, and thirty to forty meters tall.
Its surface was covered with rings which were signs of
weathering. It resembled a finger wearing rings that didn’t suit
its size.
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Bernadette made the Eyes of Mystery Prying observe the stone
pillar for several seconds, but she didn’t discover anything
mysterious about it. It was as though it was a symbol that was
casually erected.
The Invisible Servant looked around and discovered that the
surrounding corpses around the stone pillar didn’t suffer from
serious rot. They were even covered in rather intact flesh and
skin.
There aren’t any supernatural powers or magical effects that
are different from other places… Unless the new deceased
were gathered near the stone pillar, it’s impossible for them to
have such a unified trend… Bernadette suspected that it wasn’t
because there was no mysterious influence in this matter, but
that it would only happen at a specific moment.
She didn’t use her powers of prophecy to search for the reason.
This was because a prophecy, at its core, was to pry into the
secrets of the river of fate. The more serious the problem
involved was, and the higher her status and level, the more
damage the backlash would bring to her. And at this moment,
it was impossible for Bernadette to not be cautious. She was
afraid that it might involve an unknown existence.
In addition, this hadn’t caused any harm to her. She didn’t
have to take the risk to make a “prophecy.”
After searching for a while to no avail, the Invisible Servant
continued forward, attempting to pass through the cemetery
and head to other regions of the forest.
Just then, Bernadette heard a rustling sound.
It was the sound of a breeze passing through the vegetation, a
tidal wave in the void.
Ever since she landed on this strange island, this was
Bernadette’s first time feeling the wind.
Subconsciously, she made the invisible servant look back at
the black stone pillar.
In the Eyes of Mystery Prying, the corpses around the stone
pillar began to rot and shed one by one. New flesh and blood
grew out like they had their own spirituality, and their skin
slowly covered this harrowing scene one inch at a time.
This change lasted for less than ten seconds before stopping. A
small number of the corpses no longer showed any signs of
decay. It looked like they had just died.
In the next second, a mutated curly-haired baboon and a wolf
with eight legs wobbled to their feet.
Their fur was slightly white and their skin was slightly dry,
their eyes dull and cold.
Then, the two originally deceased creatures each got their
bearings and left the cemetery from different spots.
Bernadette’s gaze froze as she watched this. Her brows raised
slightly as she finally understood why the creatures on this
island had struggled to come to this area before dying and why
they had to die here:
Here, death—an endpoint—didn’t mean entering the state of
eternal slumber, but rather a new beginning!
Furthermore, this wasn’t the “resurrection” of a zombie or
skeleton that a Spirit Guide was capable of. It was a “new life”
with a certain will and vitality.
A distortion and disorder of the world’s underlying rules? In
addition, it seems to contain some mystery from the Black
Emperor’s resurrection… However, those who obtained new
life aren’t in a proper state. They’re even closer to zombies…
Such revivals are very problematic… Klein, who was above
the gray fog, also saw this scene and had many guesses.
Of course, this was under the premise that the Emperor had
fundamentally left his last mausoleum here and exerted some
form of influence here.
As he thought about it, Klein rejected this idea.
This was because, before the Emperor became an angel, this
primitive island had a similar situation. The dead Grimm was
proof!
Yes, the exact details that happened back then might not be the
same as what’s happening now. Perhaps, compared to the past,
it has already been distorted and “disordered”… Klein nodded
gently, prepared to bless and protect Bernadette at any time.
Bernadette also came up with a guess. She didn’t allow the
Invisible Servant to stay in its spot to wait for a “new tide of
life.”
This was because she had foreseen a development:
After being repeatedly affected by the “new tide of life,” the
Invisible Servant would oddly develop some sort of sentience
and come “alive”!
In addition, it wasn’t that the Invisible Servant hadn’t done
any investigation prior to this, but it had ultimately failed to
discover anything special about the black stone pillar.
Bernadette didn’t believe that it would gain anything new by
remaining here.
In such a situation, it was better to establish a basic
understanding of the primitive island rather than alarming an
unknown existence due to a deeper study.
Many a time, there were problems that eluded one in the
beginning, but the answer might be nearer to the end.
This was thanks to the experience that Bernadette had
accumulated over all these years.
The corpses on the trees and branches gradually grew fewer as
the Invisible Servant moved forward. During this process,
Bernadette discovered another phenomenon:
In the “new tide of life,” it wasn’t certain that a corpse would
be revived. However, once they revived and left the empty
area, the rest of the corpses would be attracted like metal to
magnets in the next five minutes. They would stiffly move
towards the center, filling up the corresponding spots like they
were in line for a bestowment.
The law of Beyonder characteristics convergence? No, it
doesn’t seem like it. The deceased have already passed down
their characteristics… As Bernadette’s thoughts wandered, she
suddenly thought of a question:
It’s impossible for the deceased to produce new Beyonder
characteristics after obtaining new life, but do they still
possess their powers in their previous lives?
Once I have a complete grasp of the situation on this island, I
can find a “resurrected” being to test it out… Bernadette
quickly made a decision and followed the Invisible Servant’s
route forward.
She didn’t use any Beyonder powers other than her Invisibility
Hat. She hoped that she wouldn’t disturb the environment and
miss out on any details. Therefore, she didn’t walk too fast.
She took about fifteen minutes to leave the cemetery.
The Invisible Servant had already entered the forest up ahead.
It could hear the occasional bird chirping and beast roars. The
vibrant vitality here was different from the other remaining
regions.
Above the gray fog, Klein sighed.
Thankfully, I’m now the owner of Sefirah Castle. Here, I have
the status of a King of Angels. I can observe reality for as long
as I want to, and I don’t have to worry about draining my
spirituality. Yes, the only thing I need to pay attention to is my
body that’s hidden in the ancient city located in the fog of
history before the First Epoch.
After traveling for another few minutes, the Invisible Servant
suddenly saw something that appeared incongruous to the
primitive island’s environment.
It was a log cabin that seemed to be a residence of a forest
ranger.
The log cabin was brown in color and was less than 2.5 meters
tall. It looked like it was prepared for humans, but every detail
was rough and crude.
At that moment, the cabin’s door was open, allowing
Bernadette to see the situation inside through the Eyes of
Mystery Prying.
A wooden table, a fur-covered bed, and a low-back chair
formed a scene of a residence lived by humans.
Who lives here? With a thought from Bernadette, the Invisible
Servant rapidly approached the cabin in search for possible
clues.
It then realized that the interior of the cabin was ice-cold.
Apart from the furniture, there was nothing else. It seemed like
no one had lived there for a very long time.
Just as Bernadette was using the Eyes of Mystery Prying to
carefully inspect every detail in the cabin, she suddenly had a
premonition. She hurriedly made the Invisible Servant turn
around.
At some point in time, a person had appeared behind the
Invisible Servant!
He was wearing luxurious clothes from the Roselle era. His
hair was completely white, and he looked old. He had a pair of
light blue eyes that were extremely cold and blank.
Edwards.
This was the knight who had outlived the Emperor, Vice
Admiral Iceberg Edwina’s ancestor.
Edwards stared at the Invisible Servant for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said in a low voice, our
Highness.”
Chapter 1302 - The Scene in the Prophecy

Chapter 1302 The Scene in the Prophecy

Bernadette fell silent for two seconds before replying through

the Invisible Servant:
“Uncle Edwards, why are you here?”
She used the way she addressed him when she was young to
reduce the chances of an accident.
Her voice reverberated in the surrounding air with the
Invisible Servant as a conduit. It was dry, dull, and completely
different from normal.
Edwards’s face was pale. It was as if he had just crawled out
of the grave without any warmth.
“I don’t know either.
“When I woke up, I discovered that I had returned to this
island.
“This might be my destiny. A destiny of guarding His
Majesty.”
He paused with every word he said, but he didn’t give the
impression that he was out of breath. It seemed like he hadn’t
spoken for a long time, so much so that his throat was “rusty.”
He wasn’t used to speaking.
Without waiting for Bernadette’s further inquiries, the knight,
who was famous across the continent more than a hundred
years ago, added with a flat tone, “His Majesty’s mausoleum is
nearby.
“I’ve been guarding this place, waiting for ‘Him’ to revive.
“But after so many years, the mausoleum has never changed.
“There haven’t been any signs of a resurrection.”
Bernadette made the invisible servant look around and said,
“This log cabin is where you live?”
Edwards’s exposed skin was slightly shriveled. It matched the
aging spots he originally had. His voice was low and hoarse as
he answered, “That’s right.
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“I used the surrounding trees to make materials to build this
cabin.”
Bernadette’s Invisible Servant looked in the direction where
she had come from.
“Uncle William and the others aren’t with you?”
Edwards’s cold, wooden eyes moved.
“They have long been corrupted and are dead.
“Although they’ve come back to life, they’re more like
monsters. They aren’t their former selves.
“Your Highness, you must be wary of them and avoid them.
“Do not trust anyone but Benjamin and me.”
Bernadette fell silent for a while before asking through the
Invisible Servant:
“Where’s my father’s mausoleum? I want to take a look.”
Edwards’s somewhat stiff neck moved.
“Okay.”
He then took a step towards the cabin and took out a rusted
black axe.
“I’ll take you there,” Edwards said as he looked at the
Invisible Servant that normally couldn’t be seen.
During this process, his expression was stiff and almost
unchanged.
“Alright.” Along the periphery of the forest, Bernadette
responded using the Invisible Servant to make her hoarse
voice echo in the surroundings.
Edwards was almost 1.9 meters tall, and he looked rather thin.
He carried his axe and walked behind the log cabin before
saying in a flat tone, “It’s very close.
“Be careful along the way.”
Bernadette immediately controlled the Invisible Servant and
made it follow the luxuriously-dressed Edwards.
Walking through the forest one after another, Bernadette
suddenly made the Invisible Servant ask, “Uncle Edwards,
what were you worshiping in the empty space from before?”
Edwards didn’t turn his head as he maintained the same pace.
“His Majesty.”
At least two kilometers behind him and the Invisible Servant,
Bernadette immediately pricked up her brows. She took nearly
three seconds to control her emotions.
Through the Invisible Servant, she continued asking without
any emotion, “Uncle William and the others are worshiping
him?”
Edwards paused, but he kept his back towards the Invisible
Servant and the Eyes of Mystery Prying.
“No.”
He slowed down as though he was thinking of an answer.
“I don’t know what they worship…”
Bernadette’s eyes narrowed slightly as though she could see
some changes in the river of fate.
She didn’t ask any more questions as she made the Invisible
Servant silently follow Edwards. Amidst the dark-green,
towering trees and the black, sharp shrubs, they headed for the
island’s mountain peak.
In just four or five minutes, the trees up ahead disappeared.
This wasn’t a process that went from dense to sparse until
there was nothing. Instead, the towering trees suddenly
disappeared after an imaginary boundary line.
Beyond the invisible line was a mountain that was hundreds of
meters tall. It was covered by dark-green trees that were
almost black in color. From afar, it was almost as if it was one
with the forest, virtually inseparable.
However, the side of the mountain facing Edward and
Bernadette was mostly without vegetation—half of the
mountain had been excavated.
In the middle of the mountain, a pitch-black mausoleum stood
there with a majestic appearance.
Most of it was part of the mountain range. A small portion of
it had signs of man-made constructions and polishing. It truly
expounded on what it meant to be a “mountain mausoleum.”
Thus, the mausoleum didn’t look like the common pyramid.
Instead, it looked more like a towering mountain. It wasn’t
exactly symmetrical, but it was definitely majestic.
Perhaps the mausoleum itself had influenced its surroundings,
or perhaps Edwards had cleaned the area, its surface was void
of weeds, nor was it covered with vines commonly seen in
other mountains.
This allowed Bernadette to see the various texts and symbols
engraved on the mausoleum through the Eyes of Mystery
Prying. She saw the heavy thirty-meter-tall stone door that
seemed to be prepared for giants.
Bernadette wasn’t unfamiliar with those words and symbols.
She didn’t take much time to recognize them as either the
“Civil Code” that was created by her father, the new social
trends that he had established, or even some design drafts of
some invention.
Just as Bernadette was carefully examining it, Klein, who was
above the gray fog, was completely certain that this was the
last mausoleum left behind by Emperor Roselle.
This was similar to the mausoleum he had seen in the Tudor
ruins. It had the majesticness and “distortion” traits of the
Black Emperor.
After walking out of the primitive forest and passing through
the invisible boundary, they arrived near the mausoleum.
Edwards stopped.
He half-turned his body and aimed his pale face and cold eyes
at the Invisible Servant. He said without any change in his
voice, “Don’t go in.”
“It will interrupt the resurrection…”
Bernadette frowned slightly and thought for two seconds
before using the Eyes of Mystery Prying to lock onto the
mausoleum.
Then, her blue eyes that resembled the sea became extremely
deep, like the surface of the sea before a storm.
Under such circumstances, her eyes clearly lost focus as her
vision turned blurry.
She was prying into the secrets of the River of Fate and
making a prophecy for what would happen next.
Klein tapped the long mottled table and increased the
probability of her success. He then prepared himself to resist
the corruption of the cosmos.
Of course, the latter wasn’t necessary, because Bernadette had
a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that she could control.
Bernadette raised her right hand the next second.
Her skin instantly turned as white as snow. Her lips turned as
red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony.
An illusory, ancient mirror appeared in her hands.
This was Snow White of her fairytale magic. Bernadette had
used it to enhance the success rate and accuracy of her
“prophecy.”
Silently, she “saw” a scene:
The majestic and solemn dark mausoleum visibly shook as the
tall, heavy stone door opened.
Then, a huge black arm stretched out from the stone door.
The style of this arm was close to that of the trees on the
island. From its color and state, it looked more like a part of a
shadow. However, it wasn’t a thin layer, but was instead filled
with flesh and blood. It looked extremely strange.
It supported itself with its elbows and moved forward with
great difficulty, as though it wanted to pull out bigger and
more terrifying parts from within.
Boom!
The entire island began to shake.
Boom!
The transparent Eyes of Mystery Prying suddenly shattered.
Bernadette’s eyes immediately closed, as if she had seen a
blinding light or encountered some unbearable damage.
Blood trickled down from the corners of her eyes as the color
in her face drained significantly.
On her body, a pair of illusory and holy wings spread out,
descending upon her with its clean, white feathers to neutralize
the invisible corruption.
Indeed, she has the ability to resist. The Emperor sure left a
huge inheritance for her… Heh heh, before I taught Ma’am
Hermit a lesson, she liked to use the Eye of Mystery Prying to
examine the people and objects around her. It definitely has
something to do with how she was brought up… In short, it’s
all Roselle’s fault! Klein heaved a sigh of relief as he couldn’t
help but criticize the Emperor.
Then, his mind raced as he analyzed the scene that Bernadette
had prophesied:
A terrifying creature crawls out from the mausoleum after the
stone door is opened.
This might be the resurrected Roselle, or perhaps a symbol of
some kind of disaster. For example, a particular Outer Deity
who had once corrupted this island, or the Primordial Moon
who secretly corrupted Roselle…
Yes, even if it’s Roselle, he definitely wouldn’t be taking on
the form of a human. He’s even closer to that of a Mythical
Creature, a deity… Also, I can’t be sure if the terrifying
creature is rational or if it can communicate…
There’s another important problem. Was the stone door opened
by Bernadette or someone else? Or did the terrifying creature
in the mausoleum do it by itself? If it’s the latter, things might
develop to the stage of the prophecy even if we don’t do a
thing…
A prophecy is truly filled with ambiguity.
Klein conjured a gold coin and flicked it, making a divination.
The results of the dream divination showed that the
mausoleum was both dangerous and safe.
How do I interpret this? As Klein pondered, he focused his
attention back on Bernadette.
Bernadette took nearly a minute to recover and stopped
appearing that weak.
However, she was temporarily unable to interpret the direction
of the prophecy from the scene she saw. She could only
confirm that the problem was definitely very complicated.
Due to the Eyes of Mystery Prying shattering, there was no
way for her to use it to see the various secrets. All she could
do was use the Invisible Servant’s perception to observe the
situation around her.
She realized that Edwards remained silent and motionless
when she was unable to control the Invisible Servant, as
though he hadn’t noticed anything abnormal.
After some thought, Bernadette said to Edwards through the
Invisible Servant, “Do you still remember the years you spent
in Lenburg?”
Edwards’s indifferent blue eyes moved.
“I remember.”
“I think…”
At this point, he seemed to recall something. His expression
twisted as though he was suffering some indescribable pain.
In such a state, his eyes suddenly glowed with a strange light.
“I think… I think I’m already dead…”
Chapter 1303 - Coming to Life

Chapter 1303 Coming to Life

“Already dead…”
Edwards turned his head and looked at Bernadette’s Invisible
Servant with his light-blue eyes. His gaze was no longer cold
and blank. It emitted a strange glint that was filled with
disbelief.
It was only at this moment that he seemed to realize that he
had long died and had come back to “life.” He was no
different from William, Poli, and Grimm, who he claimed
were individuals who they needed to keep up one’s guard
against.
This transformation lasted for only two seconds before
Edwards’s face twisted. His already pale skin rapidly dimmed
as it ruptured inch by inch.
Beneath his skin, the red pieces of flesh began to rot at a
discernible speed, dripping foul yellow liquid.
With a swoosh, Edwards raised the black axe in his hand.
Oof!
His axe ruthlessly cleaved the top of his head, as though it was
trying to stop the bad thoughts that surfaced in his mind.
The axe was heavy and sharp. It tore through Edwards’s skull
all the way to his glabella.
Drip, drip, drip. Drops of milky-white cerebrospinal fluid
dripped down from the axe’s blade, sliding across Edwards’s
grimaced and torn face, as though he had poured some milk
onto a bright red strawberry.
“Don’t… Don’t come near me…” Edwards said in a low and
hoarse voice to Bernadette’s Invisible Servant after striking
himself in the head.
Before he could finish his sentence, his expression returned to
its blank state. The look in his eyes gradually turned hollow as
he turned around and walked towards the forest.
That thin and shriveled body of his stooped a little, as though
his back was hunched.
Bernadette had probed him because of the doubts and concerns
she had about entering the mausoleum. All she could do was
indirectly determine the problem with Edwards’s existence,
and see if she could obtain more clues from his answer. She
never expected this knight from Roselle’s era, who had been
famous across the Northern Continent, would react in such an
intense and strange manner.
After two seconds of silence, Bernadette made the Invisible
Servant say to Edwards’s back:
“Your descendants are doing pretty well. All of them are
accomplished in a certain sense.”
Edwards, whose back was facing the mausoleum, stopped for
a moment. Then, he continued forward, passing the invisible
boundary and entering the forest.
His target seemed to be in the direction of the cemetery with
the stone pillar, the place where the deceased could obtain
“new life.”
At the same time, Bernadette looked up into the sky.
The faint black colors that permeated the area had clearly
faded, but there was an indescribable feeling. The entire
primitive island underwent a subtle change that couldn’t
accurately be described.
Suddenly, Bernadette, who was hiding at the edge of the
invisible boundary, rubbed her back.
She felt that it was heavy, as though there was something
there.
When her left palm touched her target, Bernadette realized that
there was an extra strand of hair.
At this moment, she was wearing an Intis-styled blouse with a
large lace flower around the collar, an indigo patterned
captain’s uniform, a pair of beige trousers, knee-length boots,
and a triangular hat with feathers on it. She was dressed like
the leader of a pirate ship.
She styled herself such that her long chestnut hair was tied into
a bun, leaving the remaining strands in a way that would reach
the middle of her back. But now, even though her hairstyle
remained unchanged, her hair had grown longer and reached
her waist.
Then, Bernadette lowered her head and looked at her right
palm. She saw the fingernails of her five fingers extending.
Queen Mystic didn’t show any signs of surprise or panic. She
followed the instincts of a Clairvoyant and from all the
experience she had accumulated over time. She took a few
steps forward, and through an invisible boundary, she
completely left the primitive forest and entered the empty area
where the Black Emperor’s mausoleum was.
During this process, Bernadette even made the Invisible
Servant return to the spirit world.
Three or four seconds later, she felt the earth shake. The
mausoleum began to tremble visibly.
Subconsciously, Bernadette turned to look at the primitive
forest.
Her gaze froze for a moment.
The dark-green trees were waving their branches and
uprooting their roots. Then, like humans, they approached
Bernadette.
The entire primitive forest had come to “life”!
Looking at the dense cluster of trees that seemed to blot out
the sky surging at her, Bernadette had the feeling that
doomsday was approaching. She felt as if the entire area
would be blanketed by the forest.
A gigantic red dragon with flames flowing across its skin
rapidly flew into the sky. An eight-legged demonic wolf began
to run madly between the trees… All the supernatural beings
and mutated creatures on this island stirred as they rushed
towards the mausoleum.
Although she was a Clairvoyant, Bernadette still didn’t expect
that her simple, indirect question would bring about such an
anomaly. It was as though it was a key that had opened the
door to the abyss.
Above the gray fog, Klein saw a lot more. Together with his
knowledge of mysticism, he had a certain guess.
The situation of Edwards is different from William, Grimm,
and Poli. It’s like a loophole of the order on this primitive
island, or rather, a shadow…
When he realized that he was already dead, this loophole was
discovered by the order, and it began to conduct “repairs.”
And the repairs brought with it an enhancement of the order,
causing the entire island to experience an anomaly.
I can sense that the Black Emperor’s powers are present here
to a certain degree. It affected Edwards, causing him to
maintain a portion of his will after obtaining new “life.” And
where did the original order of this primitive island come
from?
Eh…
As Klein’s thoughts raced, he suddenly sensed that Bernadette
was suffering certain anomalies.
Thump, thump, thump. Bernadette could vaguely hear her own
heartbeat.
This heartbeat was rather chaotic, as though it was a
combination of two sounds.
Two… Bernadette’s heart stirred as she calmly directed her
attention back to herself.
In the next second, she confirmed that there were two sources
of her heartbeat.
One came from her heart, the other from her abdomen.
There seemed to be an additional heart in her abdomen, one
that was rapidly expanding and contracting.
Furthermore, this “heart” was developing bit by bit!
Without needing to use her Mystery Prying powers to look at
her abdomen, Bernadette immediately sensed that there was a
fetus in her womb.
It had grown from the size of a grape to the size of a normal
human palm. If it was left to grow, it didn’t seem like it would
take long before it matured. It would then tear open her
mother’s womb, and drill out while covered in blood.
Unknowingly, Bernadette had become pregnant. Her spiritual
perception and the Sealed Artifact on her body had failed to
detect it in advance or attempt to stop it. It was as though she
was powerless to deal with such an influence.
Earth Mother… Primordial Moon… Mother Tree of Desire…
Three divine names flashed through Bernadette’s mind.
According to what she knew, there weren’t many mysteries
that could cause such an anomaly. Most of them came from
domains related to the Earth and the Moon pathway.
Sequence 0 of the Planter pathway was Mother. The
Primordial Moon could make a stone have reproductive
powers, while the Mother Tree of Desire seemed to possess
some High-Sequence Beyonder characteristics of the Moon
pathway.
Bernadette wasn’t in a hurry to deal with the fetus in her
stomach. Her gaze turned dark once again as she used her
prophetic ability to see what her best choice was.
This time, she only took one second to obtain the
corresponding prophecy:
“Survival lies inside the mausoleum.”
Without any hesitation, Bernadette reached out her right hand
and quickly drew out words filled with stellar radiance.
These words, which were similar to the words on the
Blasphemy Slate, quickly interwove into a strange symbol and
opened a secret door that seemed to lead deep into the spirit
world.
Following that, the “secret door” opened and a strong gust of
wind blew out, transforming into an entity that was half-man,
half-air. His upper body was wrapped in white cloth.
“Sage Frontlet,” Bernadette’s tone was calm as she ordered in
a dignified voice.
The man responded respectfully and removed an accessory
from the white cloth wrapped around his body.
The core of this accessory was a vertical eye embedded with
“diamonds.” It shimmered with pure light, exuding an
abnormal holiness. It was filled with intelligence, but it also
appeared cold without any warmth.
Bernadette then took the accessory and “embedded” it into the
middle of her forehead.
This was a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact which Bernadette usually
didn’t carry with her, as the negative effects were too severe.
However, at this moment, the Sage Frontlet had an ability that
was extremely important to Bernadette. She was willing to
bear the consequences of not being able to use evil magic and
the gradual influence that the Beyonder characteristic would
have on her as it slowly fused with her.
If she didn’t remove the Sage Frontlet in a short period of
time, it would be equivalent to having a Sequence 2 potion
splashed on her. When the time came, she could either end up
lucky and succeed in advancing to become a Sage, or lose
control and become a monster. And without the supplementary
ingredients and the corresponding ritual, the former’s
probability was nearly negligible.
With the diamond vertical eye on her forehead, Bernadette’s
body began to turn incorporeal as she dissociated into a series
of complicated knowledge.
In that instant, she became a creature of pure information.
The baby in her womb failed to obtain such a state as it fell to
the ground.
It was half the size of a normal baby. It already had facial
features and limbs. Its skin was wrinkled, and it was dripping
with sticky pus.
As it left its mother’s body, the undeveloped “it” began to
regress and quickly melted in the air.
The baby was clearly unwilling to give up. It tried its best to
open its eyes, which were sealed by the sticky liquid. It opened
its mouth wide open in a bid to make a final struggle.
At this moment, Klein, who was above the gray fog, rapped
the edge of the long mottled table.
Pa!
He increased the probability of failure with respect to the
baby’s struggling.
Unable to maintain itself, the baby completely dissipated in
front of the approaching black forest.
At the same time, the flood of information that Bernadette had
transformed into had entered the Black Emperor mausoleum’s
interior through the heavy stone door as she reformed her
original body.
During this process, she seemed to see a black shadow.
Chapter 1304 - The Importance of Ideas

Chapter 1304 The Importance of Ideas

When she entered the Black Emperor’s mausoleum,

Bernadette vaguely saw a black shadow. However, after she
extricated herself from being an embodiment of information,
and reassembled her body with the pure, messy knowledge,
she didn’t sense anything. It was as though what she had just
experienced was just an illusion.
Queen Mystic wasn’t in a rush to venture deep into the
mausoleum. She stayed in her spot and carefully observed her
surroundings.
Without using the powers of Mystery Prying, everything was
clearly presented before her eyes.
The interior of the Black Emperor mausoleum was empty.
Apart from the pitch-black walls and the high platform in the
middle, there was nothing.
On the high platform, there was a chair that looked like it was
prepared for a giant. It was made of iron, and its surface was
engraved with complicated and distorted patterns. At the top
of the seat, there was a crown-shaped object.
At this moment, there wasn’t a single figure on the huge,
heavy seat, as if it was waiting for its emperor to return.
Just as Bernadette was about to take a step forward and
approach the platform, she suddenly realized that her body
was completely immobilized, as if she was being bound tightly
by invisible shackles.
Right on the heels of that, pairs of illusory and holy white
wings appeared behind her as though they were passively
resisting something.
In the next second, on the pairs of angel wings, white feathers
dropped as they fluttered. They grew deformed, thin, and
fluffy limbs. The gaps in the layers of feathers spread open one
after another as though they had become countless eyes.
The deformed feathers immediately let out crisp laughter,
causing a hollow chuckle to echo inside the mausoleum.
All of them had come alive, turning into miniature “winged
creatures.”
This reminded Bernadette of some fairytales that her father
had told her. There were always little pixies that weren’t as big
as a thumb in them.
As this thought flashed through her mind, Bernadette felt her
right eye itch.
The eyelashes of that eye grew rapidly, turning into tiny arms
that took root on her face, trying hard to pull her eyeball out.
“I see it! I see it!” The veins in Bernadette’s right eye
protruded as they let out a child-like voice as though they had
gained sentience and consciousness of her body.
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This was also a form of new “life.”
Almost at the same time, Bernadette’s left ear suddenly
drooped down and covered her ears.
“I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear it!” the ear
shouted with a sharp voice.
If she didn’t use her spirituality, Bernadette would definitely
imagine that she had a young maiden by her side—one that
was covering her ears, stamping her feet, and screaming.
Without cushioning anything, the Sage Frontlet in the middle
of her forehead automatically left her body and floated into the
air.
The surface of the vertical eye embedded with “diamonds”
instantly flashed with countless cold beams of light. It was as
though numerous tiny eyes had grown out of it.
Each eye reflected Bernadette.
The Sage Frontlet had also obtained a certain living
characteristic.
Just as the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was about to awaken and
affect its target, a pale-white, slender, illusory palm reached
out and grabbed it.
The Sage Frontlet’s living characteristic rapidly dispersed, as
though it had reached the end of its life.
The ice-cold and pale hand that clearly belonged to a woman
came from behind Bernadette. At some point in time, a figure
with only an upper-body appeared.
This figure grew out of Bernadette’s back. It was almost
transparent and rather illusory.
She was wearing the same clothing as Bernadette, and she was
wearing the same feather triangular hat. Her blue eyes were
like the projection of the ocean. It was like Bernadette herself,
a part of her spirit that had drilled out of her body.
However, there was a pale-white face mask on Bernadette’s
half-body phantom.
The mask only had holes where one’s eyes were with no other
gaps elsewhere. This made Bernadette’s phantom appear
extremely cold and noble, but it lacked the aura of a living
being.
This was the third item she possessed, and also her last Grade
0 Sealed Artifact. It was an item made after Emperor Roselle
returned from the Southern Continent in his later years, called
“Pale Death.”
Its negative effect was to make the wearer slowly die until it
became a corpse and become its slave.
At this moment, Bernadette had used this point to restrain the
abnormal life growing in her.
Just as the half-body phantom appeared, her right eye quelled.
Her eyelashes which had turned thicker and longer into arms
began to fall off one by one.
Her ears didn’t make any noises either. They slowly opened
and returned to normal.
Without such a suppression, Bernadette’s facial features, arms,
and legs would’ve broken apart to seek “freedom.”
After stabilizing her body, Bernadette tried to take a step
forward. However, she was still unable to do anything. All she
could do was control the half-bodied Spirit Body.
After some thought, she made the Spirit Body behind her take
out a ritual silver dagger from her pocket. Then, bending
down, it drew a circle in the middle of her right boot.
With a ripping sound, the leather boot quickly shortened by
half.
Then, Bernadette used her half-body Spirit Body to tear her
pants near her left knee. She cut off a corner of her coat and
blouse, removing one of the feathers on the side of her
triangular hat.
This attempt didn’t seem to have anything to do with
supernatural beings. It was just like a willful and rebellious
girl who wanted to dress up in a different way from the normal
sense of aesthetics.
However, as Bernadette completed this series of actions, she
carefully took a step forward. Her body could actually move,
as she no longer felt restrained.
The invisible suppression effect vanished instantly. The Black
Emperor mausoleum seemed to accept Bernadette in this form.
Who would’ve thought that something an ordinary person
could do was able to deal with such abnormalities?
Furthermore, Bernadette suspected that the more she used her
Beyonder powers to resist whatever she was facing, the deeper
the effects.
This was because she had the feeling that she was facing an
invisible deity. Only by pleasing the other party’s sense of
aesthetics could she be pardoned. Otherwise, she could only
rely on the authority of a Sequence 0 to circle around it.
In addition, the lucky thing was that Bernadette wasn’t once a
knowledgeable Mysticologist, but she also had a deep
understanding of the Black Emperor pathway. She knew what
the authorities this domain consisted of. She knew that it
represented the shadow of order, a distortion of order.
That was why Bernadette twisted the normal order around her
using her dressing; thus, obtaining the recognition and
acceptance of the invisible deity.
Yes, in the matter regarding mysticism, knowledge and ideas
are more useful than abilities at times… In that situation just
now, any resistance would’ve been viewed as a provocation
towards the internal order of the mausoleum, triggering
unpredictable and terrifying changes. Once one figures out the
crux of the problem, the negative effects will be easily
resolved… Klein nodded above the gray fog and learned quite
a lot from Queen Mystic.
Although he was already a Sequence higher than her, to the
point of being a King of Angels inside Sefirah Castle and
having experienced quite a number of major events, his
growth had been too fast. He was still lacking when it came to
the details in problems. Now was the perfect time to make up
for the deficiency through observation.
After taking a step, Bernadette began to follow her spiritual
intuition and walk toward the huge, empty chair on the
platform.
One step, two steps, three steps. Suddenly, a breeze blew past
her neck.
This cold wind made Bernadette’s body turn numb.
At that moment, she felt a black shadow appear behind her.
Silently, her long chestnut-colored hair parted, revealing a pair
of eyes on her scalp.
It was a pair of eyes without any eyelashes. They were almost
transparent, cold, and heartless.
Eyes of Mystery Prying!
The pair of eyes turned slightly and saw that the shadow-like
curtain in the mysterious world showed clear signs of
distortion.
However, it didn’t notice the shadow, nor did it find the source
of the cold wind.
Just as Bernadette attempted to close the Eyes of Mystery
Pryer and lower the possibility of an accident, the cold and
sinister breeze suddenly appeared in her mind.
Her thoughts became active as she became increasingly out of
control. She was unable to direct her thoughts in the required
manner.
This seemed to be a trend that couldn’t be changed—one that
led to chaos.
Without any hesitation, Bernadette grabbed the few seconds of
thought she was capable of. She let the half-body spirit on her
back remove the pale-white mask.
Then, she put Pale Death on her face, while the half-body
spirit retracted into her body and fused with her.
From this second onwards, Bernadette’s thoughts would
gradually die along with her body. However, her thoughts
could not help but stir and turn chaotic.
Both of these conflicting conditions offset one another,
forming a weak and delicate balance that helped Bernadette
regain her ability to think.
To Bernadette, compared to the Beyonder effects of Pale
Death itself, its negative effects were even more effective at
this moment.
Maintaining the balance, Bernadette took a few steps forward.
During this process, she always felt that there were shadows
hovering around her, but she couldn’t find them no matter how
hard she tried.
After thinking for a few seconds, Bernadette’s blue eyes
darkened once again, losing focus.
She tried prophesying the consequences of her choice.
Soon, a corresponding scene appeared before her eyes:
After putting on the Sage Frontlet again, she once again
transformed into pure and complicated information streams,
using it to circumvent the obstruction and head to the high
platform in the middle.
However, just as she approached, the flood of information
suddenly disintegrated. It lost its order and formed several
Bernadettes built on different tenets. There was a young girl in
a layered dress, a tall young girl, a melancholic and confused
girl, a woman with a twisted and pained expression, and a
calm and determined queen.
The prophetic vision instantly disappeared and Bernadette’s
eyes instantly regained focus.
At this moment, she saw the black shadow.
It was standing right in front of her, no more than a fist away
from her!
That face formed from pure shadow completely occupied her
vision.
Chapter 1305 - 1305 That Black Shadow
1305 That Black Shadow
The moment Bernadette saw the black shadow, she
instinctively clenched her right hand and conjured an ancient
spear.
From the tip of the spear to its handle, it was dyed with
crimson red balls. It emitted a strong destructive aura, as
though it could harm a true deity.
Spear of Longinus!
This spear had once appeared in an ancient era that couldn’t be
traced back, stained with the blood of a great existence. At this
moment, it had descended into the Black Emperor’s
mausoleum through Mystical Re-enactment.
However, when Bernadette thrust it forward, she failed to
achieve any effects because the tip of the spear was directed at
her back.
Despite wanting to attack the black shadow in front of her, the
Spear of Longinus had strangely thrust backward.
The area had been affected by “disorder,” or suffered some
form of distortion.
Above the gray fog in the palace, Klein noticed the black
shadow when it appeared in front of Bernadette. He didn’t
hesitate to raise the Staff of the Stars in his hand.
He didn’t wait this time, unlike his prior observations of
Queen Mystic’s actions before where he would consider if he
would provide her with protection. This was because the level
of danger of the black shadow sounded off alarms within him.
He was an angel of the Seer pathway after all.
More importantly, Bernadette could sense the shadow’s
existence after entering the Black Emperor’s mausoleum from
time to time. As for Klein, he was unable to find clues through
the true vision provided by Sefirah Castle.
This undoubtedly meant danger and terror.
When all the gems embedded in the black cane lit up, the
sound of melodious bells resounded in the area where
Bernadette and the black shadow were.
Gong!
The bell that came from an infinite distance exuded an
indescribable emptiness. It made the interior of the Black
Emperor’s mausoleum visibly freeze, turning Bernadette’s
figure stiff as if she had been frozen. She couldn’t do anything.
However, the black shadow didn’t sink into the vortex of time.
As though situated in another world built with completely
different fundamental rules, the shadow continued moving
forward in between the contradictory of two rivers of fate—
one filled with raging torrents and one that was almost
completely still.
This only made it appear to slow down, in no way affected by
the illusory bell.
This was the first time Klein had encountered such a situation
after he gained the ability to replicate powers.
Although the Beyonder effects he had replicated with the Staff
of the Stars were lacking compared to the original version, it
would still be able to show a certain level of authority that
wasn’t easy to ignore regardless.
However, the black shadow’s slow movements gave him a
second chance to try again.
This time, he activated the Staff of the Stars’s powers and
moved Queen Mystic out of the Black Emperor’s mausoleum.
He wanted her to first conclude what she experienced before
considering entering again.
Gems flashed on the tip of the staff, and Bernadette, who was
almost about to make contact with the black shadow,
disappeared into thin air.
In the next second, she appeared tens of meters away,
appearing near the high platform in the mausoleum.
The Staff of the Stars’s teleportation was disrupted. The
destination had been distorted, turning everything extremely
chaotic.
The experienced Bernadette didn’t feel any fear or panic
because she was stuck inside the Black Emperor mausoleum.
She decisively raised her left hand and pressed the Sage
Frontlet in the middle of her forehead as she used her fingers
to stroke the Pale Death mask.
The shimmering golden mask suddenly became soft and
rapidly squirmed as if it was about to form a face that didn’t
belong to Bernadette.
The face had soft features and obvious characteristics of a
Southern Continent native, but it exuded a bizarre and
terrifying feeling. Anyone who witnessed it would believe that
it would come alive once the face became clear enough—an
entity that came from ancient times, the eternal darkness
where the dead slumbered.
By then, Bernadette’s body, spirituality, and consciousness
would all belong to this face.
With the protrusion of this face, the stone walls and floor tiles
in the Black Emperor mausoleum began to weather. It
happened so fast that thousands of years appeared to be
washed away in a short span of two seconds.
They quickly became mottled, constantly dropping fragments
or throwing up dust due to the wind. In between the cracks,
thin white fur grew out.
In just the blink of an eye, the fur grew into white feathers, and
their surface seemed to be soaked in light-yellow oil.
The aura of the black figure gradually weakened, as though it
was running towards death with huge strides.
Its color faded away, its movements growing slower.
Within the area where the pale-white mask was, even the
concept of “death” itself would weather away and dissipate.
However, what was labeled as “death” wasn’t the endpoint.
When the stone wall and the floor tiles in the mausoleum were
weathered to a certain extent, and when the black figure
degraded to a certain stage, new stone blocks began to take
form as ethereal auras quickly grew.
During this process, the black figure stretched out his right
hand.
This palm that was formed from shadows suddenly grabbed
Bernadette’s neck from dozens of meters away!
This wasn’t fulfilled by extending the arm, but distorting the
concept of distance for an instant—45 meters became
equivalent to 45 centimeters.
The dark palm didn’t exert too much strength, but it made
Bernadette feel cold.
Under such coldness, she realized that she couldn’t use the two
Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts of the Sage Frontlet and Pale Death.
Typically, as long as she injected her spirituality into it and
gave the corresponding thoughts, the Sealed Artifacts on her
would react in the correct manner, creating different effects.
But now, the silent process and rules had been disrupted and
distorted. No amount of thoughts that Bernadette willed were
able to stir the Sealed Artifacts.
It felt like she was speaking to the air.
Klein, who was above the gray fog, didn’t waste any time after
failing to teleport Queen Mystic away. A series of complicated
symbols and magic labels quickly formed in his mind.
He wanted to replicate a Secrets Sorcerer’s “Space
Concealment.” He planned on separating Bernadette’s location
from the Black Emperor’s mausoleum and concealing it to
help Queen Mystic escape her current predicament.
In fact, it might be more appropriate replicating the fairytale
magic, Peace Blossom Source, but considering how
Bernadette was formerly a Mysticologist, Klein felt that it was
better to use Space Concealment. Otherwise, it might expose
some of The Fool’s secrets.
As for where he had learned “Space Concealment” from, it
naturally came from the recently advanced Fors.
Previously, in the name of The World Gehrman Sparrow,
Klein had rented Leymano’s Travels. He had also requested
Miss Magician to “Record” the corresponding powers.
Then, he released and recorded it while summoning the
complete Leymano’s Travels from the fog of history again and
again. It didn’t take long for him to grasp the knowledge and
technique, allowing him to replicate “Spatial Concealment.”
As more gems lit up on the Staff of the Stars, the area around
Bernadette darkened, as though it was covered by a curtain
weaved by shadows.
The curtain distorted as it concealed the space, isolating the
black shadow and its palm outside.
This helped Bernadette regain her freedom.
In the next second, the black palm that had been forcefully
separated reached forward again and touched the boundary of
the concealed space.
In an instant, a transparent vortex-like “door” appeared in the
abnormal void. Or rather, the secret “door” that originally
existed appeared autonomously and opened up in front of the
black palm.
All concealed space had a “door,” but the location of the door
depended on the creator’s thoughts.
The palm formed by the shadows rapidly passed through the
open “door” and entered the concealed space. It grabbed
Bernadette’s neck and once again disrupted the connection
between Queen Mystic and her Sealed Artifact, distorting the
corresponding order.
At the same time, the black figure raised its head and looked at
the top of the mausoleum.
It seemed to be studying Sefirah Castle and Klein through
layers of space and fog.
Klein’s eyelids twitched instinctively.
He sensed that the shadow had a certain understanding of
where he was and felt that it was distorting something.
Klein’s expression unknowingly turned abnormally heavy. The
different gems on the Staff of the Stars lit up at the same time.
He wanted to attempt to steal the corresponding Beyonder
powers of the other party. Only by doing so would he have the
chance to restrict the black shadow.
And in order to increase the success rate of stealing his target’s
powers, Klein turned his left palm and tapped the edge of the
long mottled table.
However, his “theft” failed. He didn’t even get anything.
His target had long since escaped the lock-on, despite just
standing there!
Klein’s gaze froze. Then, he saw the black figure flash and
enter the concealed space, closing the distance between it and
Bernadette.
This… It distorted my true vision, causing the situation I saw
to be from one or even two seconds ago… A thought flashed
through Klein’s mind as he made a preliminary judgment on
the previous failure. He then decided to summon Will
Auceptin’s historical projection to get “Him” to reboot the
area.
At that moment, Bernadette, who was unable to use her Sealed
Artifact, grew white, illusory swan feathers on her back.
This was her fairytale magic’s “Ugly Duckling.” It could make
Bernadette reveal an incomplete Mythical Creature form while
maintaining her clarity of mind. Should could use it twice a
day, with each use lasting fifteen seconds.
At this moment, her thoughts went wild again. They started to
boil and become more chaotic.
This caused her “Ugly Duckling” magic to be cut off before it
could even show its effects.
Almost at the same time, she saw the black shadow stick to her
body. It was sticky like a viscous, corrosive liquid that seeped
into her body.
Bernadette’s eyes darkened as she suddenly sensed something.
She grabbed the final moment of lucidity and opened her
mouth slightly, speaking in a fluent Chinese accent:
“Home…”
The black shadow’s infiltration paused for a moment. Its upper
body slowly rose as it looked at Bernadette.
Chapter 1306 - Seal

Chapter 1306 Seal

The black figure froze as it released its grip on Bernadette’s

neck. It was as though it was staring at Queen Mystic with its
non-existent eyes.
A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the concealed space:
“Home…”
This voice was filled with hesitation and confusion as though
it was seeking confirmation. It was as if it had come from
another world.
The corrosion that Bernadette encountered vanished. Her
connection with the Sealed Artifact was instantly restored.
Pale Death once again ate at her vitality little by little. This
helped her resist the chaos in her thoughts, maintaining her
basic clarity and rationality.
Just as she was about to say something, the black figure
suddenly stretched out its palm.
But this time, it didn’t strangle Bernadette’s neck, but instead,
it pushed her hard.
Following this push was the collapse of the concealed space. It
was a voice filled with pain as though it was resisting
something.
“Leave!”
As the voice echoed, the black figure vanished.
In an instant, it appeared on the huge, black, high-backed chair
in the middle of the platform.
Two cracks appeared on its face, as though two asymmetrical
eyes had grown out.
However, the “eyes” didn’t have any pupils. It was blood-
colored.
Right on the heels of that, another crack appeared beneath the
two “eyes.” They too were filled with a pure, blood-red light.
This allowed the black figure to finally open its mouth.
It faced Bernadette as obvious sounds of pain resounded
around it as though it was resisting something.
“Leave this place!”
After being pushed out more than ten meters away, Bernadette
easily found her footing. However, she didn’t follow the
voice’s order by leaving the Black Emperor’s mausoleum. She
stood there, staring blankly at the central platform. As she
looked at the black figure, her expression revealed an
unspeakable sadness.
She could sense and now confirm that the black figure was her
father, the man who called himself Caesar—Roselle Gustav.
In the next second, more cracks appeared on the black figure’s
body. They ruptured from top to bottom, blooming blood-red
flowers in different parts of his body.
This made Roselle look like he was left with a shadow that
wrapped around a blood-red object that emitted pure light.
When Klein saw this scene above the gray fog, he naturally
thought of the crimson moon high in the sky.
At that moment, Roselle seemed to have transformed into a
shadow. He wanted to block the crimson moon, but openings
ruptured from his body, allowing more and more moonlight to
shine into the real world.
When these openings were connected together, the black
shadow would completely split apart and give birth to a brand
new crimson moon.
When that happened, something extremely terrifying would
definitely happen.
At that moment, Roselle’s black figure turned much more
illusory, as though it had become an illusion.
This made him look like he had been isolated in another
world. There was an invisible barrier between him and the real
world.
Then, Roselle raised his right arm with great difficulty and
pinched his forehead.
The frequency at which blood-red cracks appeared on his body
instantly decreased to a nadir. However, the “eyes” that had
already appeared blinked repeatedly.
However, this didn’t bring any negative effects on the
surroundings. It was as though it was just a simple change of
order. The new “growth” of blood-red cracks was constantly
being distorted to its original state of only having gradual
activity.
After completing this, Roselle raised his head and looked at
Bernadette who was dozens of meters away. He said with a
hoarse voice, “You really have become an important figure in
the mysterious world. You managed to come here alone.
“Come over, let me see how my little princess has grown.”
Bernadette’s eyes reddened as she took a step forward.
Roselle laughed again.
“Back when I made sketchbooks, textbooks, and invented all
kinds of small games for you, you were just a tiny midget.
Now, you’re able to save your poor old father.
“I remember that you liked the clothes I designed for you
when you were young. Unfortunately, you can’t wear layered
dresses after you’re an adult…”
The Emperor rambled on, as if he had arrived in his twilight
years and was someone who enjoyed reminiscing about the
beautiful past.
Bernadette walked faster and faster. Above the gray fog, Klein
frowned indiscernibly.
Suddenly, Emperor Roselle lowered his head and said with
great force, “Stop!”
His voice carried an indescribable pain.
Bernadette was stunned for a moment before she slowed down
and stopped.
She looked at the dark figure and her eyes gradually revealed
an indescribable sadness.
Roselle raised his head again and coughed lightly.
“Didn’t you really want to ask why the Black Emperor’s
mausoleum has to be engraved with the order one
implemented and the style that one ushered? In fact, this
wasn’t necessary. I just wanted to let anyone who sees it
remember my greatness…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the Emperor gripped the
armrest by his side tightly. He suppressed his voice and said in
extreme pain, “Don’t come near me!
“I’ve been corrupted…”
The sadness in Bernadette’s eyes deepened.
Her guess had finally been confirmed.
At that moment, the red cracks on Roselle’s face began to turn
chaotic. They “closed” and “opened” randomly with no signs
of having a unified will.
The Emperor took the opportunity and straightened his body.
He looked at Bernadette and shouted with great difficulty,
“Seal me!”
Seal… Queen Mystic Bernadette repeated the word silently.
Her blue eyes quickly turned moist as a faint mist enveloped
them.
Even though she had lived for many years and was no longer
the little girl she had been in the past, she was still unable to
contain her emotions.
However, she didn’t ask for the reason, nor did she hesitate.
With just a slight struggle, she firmly raised her right hand and
pressed it on the pale-white metal mask.
She calmly made a decision, just like how she had faced all the
major events that happened on the Element Dawn over the
years.
On the surface of Pale Death, the metal instantly turned soft as
it reformed into a new face with two black eyes.
In the deep-black parts of the eye, white lines appeared,
forming an extremely complicated and mysterious three-
dimensional symbol. It was like a long-feathered bird or a
coiled feathered serpent.
The symbol absorbed the surrounding light and quickly turned
corporeal. Then, it separated from Bernadette’s eyes and
extended its “body” before flying towards Roselle Gustav on
the iron-black chair.
Along the way, the strange symbol caused the surroundings to
become increasingly dim. The floor tiles and stone walls
suffered another round of weathering as if the deity in charge
of death had passed the final judgment.
The falling rubble and flying dust followed the corporeal
symbol and came to Roselle’s side. Then, they coiled around
him, enveloping the illusory black figure that seemed to exist
in another world.
During this process, Roselle failed to control himself several
times. He attempted to leave the iron-black chair, but he ended
sitting back down. He didn’t resist the seal that Bernadette had
exerted on him.
As the symbol fused with his figure, he immediately had a
connection with Pale Death. He saw the illusory deity that
lorded over the countless undead and the swollen body of a
water ghosts loitering in a dark river.
Roselle’s aura immediately vanished as the cracked red
openings closed one after another.
What awaited the Emperor was a quiet and peaceful sleep.
As for the symbol, it was sealed within Roselle’s body,
constantly influencing him until Pale Death stopped
responding.
In the blink of an eye, several blood-red cracks appeared on
Roselle’s body again. After his aura declined to a nadir, it
gradually began to glow as he fought back against the
corporeal symbol.
Klein, who was above the gray fog, sighed when he saw this.
He clenched his fist and pressed it against his mouth.
The “curtain” he draped around himself suddenly rose up, and
the entire Sefirah Castle “boiled over” in an obvious manner.
Silently, the aura of new life that Roselle had just obtained
began to dissipate.
After vanishing to a certain point, it gained new life once
again. Then, it was affected by the Pale Death and continued
to fade away.
Using the power of the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder
characteristic and Sefirah Castle, Klein directly “Grafted” new
life and death, and skipped the process in between.
The corruption that Roselle suffered was no longer able to
recover to the extent needed to break through the pale seal.
Following that, Klein extended his right hand and used the
power of Sefirah Castle to draw out the mysterious symbol
behind The Fool’s high-back chair—the mysterious symbol
made up of the Pupil-less Eye and the Contorted Lines.
The symbol absorbed the aura of Sefirah Castle and quickly
turned corporeal. With a wave of Klein’s wrist, it entered the
prayer light representing Bernadette and landed on Roselle’s
black figure, fusing into his body.
Every time the “Grafting” vanished, this symbol that was
directly related to The Fool and Sefirah Castle would draw
upon new powers and complete the “Grafting” process once
more.
As he constantly passed away and gained new life, Roselle’s
face, which seemed to be a pure shadow, obtained facial
features. Then, he looked to the top of the mausoleum, as
though he was looking into an infinite height.
He then retracted his gaze and looked at Bernadette. He said
with an abnormally weak voice, “This seal is good. I can sleep
in peace…”
With that said, he frowned slightly as his tone changed:
“Who taught you how to dress like this?”
Bernadette felt a little lost as she listened. It was as if she had
returned to her teenage years.
At that time, when she had dressed up to the nines for a ball
held by other nobles. Roselle would use a similar expression
and a similar tone to pepper her with a series of questions.
The mist in her eyes became obvious, and she could no longer
control herself. She lowered her voice and shouted,
“Daddy…”
Roselle’s facial features immediately turned gentle before
tensing up again. He sternly said, “Leave.
“And never return!”
Bernadette opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but
her vision went black as though she could see the shadow of
order.
In the next second, she found herself back at the edge of the
primitive island.
Bernadette stared blankly at the mountain peak in the middle
of the primitive island for a few seconds before slowly turning
around and walking towards the sea.
This time, she didn’t stubbornly insist on walking straight
without looking back. Every few steps she took, she would
stop and turn back to take a look.
Soon, she returned to the Dawn and entered the captain’s
cabin. She opened the room that was specially used to hold her
collection.
At a glance, Bernadette saw books, stacks of textbooks,
clothes, and skirts. She saw the chess game that few people in
the world knew, and the neat pile of wooden block toys.
She leaned against the wooden door, slowly curled up, and sat
on the floor.
She raised her head to look at the dark sky outside the
captain’s cabin and pinched her lips with her right thumb and
index finger. She whistled a melodious tune—it was a gentle,
sweet, and sad melody that could calm people down.
As the melody echoed, water beads fell from Bernadette’s face
and dripped onto the floor.
After an unknown period of time, the captain’s cabin was
filled with a suppressed whimper.
“Daddy…”
Chapter 1307 - 1307 Meeting
1307 Meeting
In the middle of the primitive island, in the Black Emperor
mausoleum.
After sending away Bernadette, Roselle didn’t immediately
fall into a deep sleep. He slowly raised his head and looked up
once again into the infinite distance.
Above the gray fog, Klein sighed silently. He put down the
Staff of the Stars and grabbed a paper figurine before shaking
it.
With a smacking sound, the paper figurine rapidly thickened
and expanded before flying into the translucent vortex formed
from illusory mysterious symbols beside The Fool’s chair.
Although Bernadette had already moved to the edge of the
primitive island and Klein could no longer see the situation
inside the Black Emperor mausoleum through the prayer light.
However, he could use the symbol of The Fool that had
merged with Roselle’s figure to maintain a connection with the
Emperor up to a certain extent.
After the paper figurine passed through the slowly spinning
vortex, it descended into the dim mausoleum which had an
unknown light source. It then turned into a human in front of
the central platform.
This human’s black hair and brown eyes were somewhat
similar to Gehrman Sparrow’s, but he didn’t have clear-cut
features. The lines weren’t deep enough, and his bearing
wasn’t cold enough. There were also certain differences in his
facial features. His chin and stomach had a small amount of fat
induced by an indulgent society. It was Klein’s original
appearance as Zhou Mingrui, the Zhou Mingrui who had been
hanging inside Sefirah Castle for thousands of years beside
Roselle Huang Tao Gustav.
Roselle wasn’t surprised by his appearance. With one hand on
the armrest, he leaned forward slightly and said, “You’re
here.”
“I’m here.” Klein nodded indiscernibly.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Roselle sighed.
“I’m already here.” Klein very naturally participated in
completing the meme populated by a popular Chinese novel
by Gu Long.
Having completely confirmed the origins of the fellow in front
of him, Roselle returned to his normal sitting posture,
chuckling as he said, “I originally planned on asking where
you’re from to see there’s any need for regional
discrimination[1], but after some thought, there’s no need for
that. We’re all anachronistic miserable wretches without a
home.”
Without waiting for Klein’s reply, the Emperor’s voice sank as
he asked, “You know the truth about the apocalypse?”
“Yes.” Klein nodded slightly.
Roselle continued asking, “You know that this is Earth?”
“Yes,” Klein answered frankly.
When Roselle heard that, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
“You actually learned about it so early. I only dared to confirm
it after I went to the moon and saw the true appearance of this
planet from high above.”
At this point, the Emperor sighed and said, “The moon is
bizarre. I clearly felt terror, but I didn’t even consider the
possibility of being corrupted. Then, I became more and more
extreme.
“However, I did occasionally gain a certain level of clarity
from the views of people around me, but I didn’t dare to write
it in the diary in that state. I was afraid of exposing secrets and
losing my final chance.
“I eventually decided to use all the groundwork I did
previously to switch to the Black Emperor pathway. Apart
from the impending apocalypse with Sequence 0s being the
only ones capable of protecting the people ‘They’ wish to
protect, ‘They’ can hide them in other planets in the vast
universe and use the corresponding authorities to rebuild a set
of order for humans to survive in desolate lands. I also saw the
hope of escaping my corruption, by using the Black Emperor’s
ability to ‘resurrect.’
“As long as I became a Sequence 0 Black Emperor and was
truly killed after turning half-crazy, I’d have the chance of
resurrecting in the mausoleum or in the astral world. When
that happened, what would return to me would be a pure
Uniqueness and three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics. I
wouldn’t be tainted at all, nor will I contain an uncontrollable
madness.
“Speaking of which, I made use of the Eternal Blazing Sun
and the God of Steam and Machinery to a certain extent back
then.
“But the horror of the Great Old Ones far exceeded my
imagination. Accompanying my revival was a new life of
corruption… Perhaps only Great Old Ones can resist Great
Old Ones.
“I could only terminate the revival process, and live such an
ignoble existence in my final mausoleum to prevent the Great
Old One from using my body to be born in the real world.
That would’ve brought about a devastating disaster.”
Klein had long guessed Emperor Roselle’s condition based on
what he knew and what had just happened. He wasn’t
surprised at all as he calmly replied, “The one who corrupted
you is called the Mother Goddess of Depravity. ‘She’ has
bewitched many believers as the embodiment of the
Primordial Moon.”
The facial features that appeared faintly on Roselle’s face
immediately changed.
He fell silent for a few seconds before saying, “I know the
Primordial Moon, but I didn’t know that ‘Her’ true honorific
name is the Mother Goddess of Depravity.
“Now that I think about it, my discovery of Mr. Door’s cry for
help might not have been a coincidence…”
Upon hearing this, Klein was alarmed. He instantly recalled
the situations happening off-island. He had some sort of
premonition about what Emperor Roselle was about to say.
Roselle laughed and sighed.
“The biggest problem in the first half of my life was that I was
too confident. I always had the feeling that I could reload a
save file and redo things. I didn’t pay enough attention to the
details.
“Back then, Grimm was corrupted by the strange powers on
this island. He returned here after dying and regained new life.
Isn’t this the influence of the Primordial Moon? After I
finished all sorts of investigations and did the corresponding
purifications, I felt that I was fine. But in fact, fate might’ve
undergone a tiny change at that moment. This resulted in me
encountering Mr. Door later, and was slowly guided to the
moon by ‘Him’…
“You can’t blame Mr. Door. ‘His’ condition might be worse
than mine.”
Does the Emperor mean that he has been targeted by the
Mother Goddess of Depravity the moment he discovered this
primitive island? Klein sighed.
“At that time, who would’ve thought that the problem would
be so serious?”
Before Sequence 2, understanding the cosmos and the Great
Old Ones led to terrifying corruption. And without
understanding it, one wouldn’t be able to accurately determine
how serious the problem or what kind of patchwork was
needed subsequently when faced with certain situations. This
made Roselle treat this primitive island as his secret base; thus
not informing existences that had the right to understand the
Outer Deities, Great Old Ones, and Cosmos.
“That’s right.” Roselle seemed to be very gratified that he had
committed a mistake that almost anyone would make.
He then said, “In that ancient and secretive organization, there
was almost no mention of the Great Old Ones or Outer
Deities.”
At that moment, Roselle paused for a moment before saying,
“You should’ve read my diary. You should know what the
ancient and hidden organization represents.”
Klein nodded.
“I know which organization it is referring to. I never expected
that you wouldn’t dare mention the name of ‘His’ organization
after having the level of a Sequence 0.”
“I have a nagging feeling that ‘He’ isn’t simple. ‘He’ might
have an understanding of the Outer Deities that far exceeds
our imagination, so it’s better to be more careful. After all, I’m
not a complete Sequence 0 true god.” After Roselle said this
simple sentence, his brows suddenly furrowed. “How much of
my diary did you read?”
If the atmosphere wasn’t that heavy and sorrowful, Klein
would definitely find it irresistible to reply with “the taste of a
Demoness ain’t bad” as a way to tease his fellow Earthling.
Finally, he replied calmly, “Plenty.”
After saying the word, he casually added, “I even found a few
Cards of Blasphemy.”
“Which ones?” Roselle blurted out.
Klein controlled the paper figurine’s expression from above
the gray fog and said in a flat tone, “Black Emperor, Tyrant,
Red Priest, and The Fool.”
“Phew…” Roselle exhaled as the faint crease on his brows
eased. “Thankfully, it’s not the Demoness, The Moon, and the
Mother card.”
You had to mention it yourself… Klein didn’t respond as he
looked at the Emperor without a change in expression.
After Roselle said that, he realized something and hurriedly
coughed.
“Well we’ve all watched live-streams, so you should know
very well how normal it is to cross-dress…”
As he spoke, he coughed again and sighed.
“Which pathway are you from?”
“Seer,” Klein replied succinctly.
Roselle immediately fell silent. After a few seconds, he said,
“Unfortunately, if everything is fine and dandy, you should be
responsible for pulling out a large-screen television and a
game console from the Historical Void. We can chat while
playing. That’s a romantic dream of us men.”
Unfortunately, there’s no electricity. I have to rely on you to
invent it… Klein didn’t voice out his thoughts. He maintained
his tone and said, “I hope such a day will come.”
Then, he pulled the topic back on track.
“I’m very curious why the Card of Blasphemy you created
can’t even be found by deities? Such a level of anti-divination
and anti-prophecy is amazing.”
Roselle immediately chuckled.
“It’s because knowledge can bring power, and power can also
bestow knowledge. This is the authority of a Knowledge
Emperor.
“After I infused the potion formula of the twenty-two
pathways with power, they naturally produced the
convergence powers between Beyonder characteristics. They
also gained anti-divination and anti-prophecy effects to a
certain extent.
“And then…”
As he spoke, Roselle suddenly paused, as though he had
sensed something amiss.
After one or two seconds, he said in an ethereal voice, “The
creation of the Card of Blasphemy was a year before I held the
Black Emperor ritual. Back then, I had already suffered the
corruption of the Primordial Moon, and I didn’t have the
corresponding realization most of the time.
“Why can the twenty-two cards not be found by deities?”
Upon hearing this question above the gray fog, Klein’s heart
tightened as he felt his scalp tingle again.
Without waiting for his response from the paper figurine,
Roselle’s voice suddenly raised, bringing with it an
indescribable fear.
“Don’t gather the twenty-two cards!
“Be careful of the Mother card!”
These two sentences echoed in the deep interior of the Black
Emperor mausoleum for a long time.
[1] Something common in China. Instead of being “racist,”
they look down on people from poorer regions.
Chapter 1308 - Goodbye

Chapter 1308 Goodbye

Above the gray fog, Klein’s pupils instantly widened as he

subconsciously looked down at the long mottled table in front
of him.
There were four Cards of Blasphemy with different patterns on
the back.
At that moment, he felt a little scared and relieved. He felt as
though he had been wandering about on the edge of the abyss
while blindfolded, but he never fell.
If he had done his best to gather all the Card of Blasphemy, or
had obtained the Mother card, with the way how he liked to
put the different cards in his body to obtain the corresponding
levels and special characteristics, he might’ve already been
corrupted by the Mother Goddess of Depravity, or be pregnant
with something.
However, I’m not Roselle. Even if I have the Mother card, I
probably wouldn’t have done so. Furthermore, in order to
prevent the deities from finding it, Cards of Blasphemy are
extremely difficult to gather. It’s almost impossible to gather
all of them… From the looks of it, this is a casual arrangement
made by the Mother Goddess of Depravity. If anyone were to
unfortunately obtain the Mother card, they would become one
of the latent dangers in this world… Klein retracted his gaze
and continued using his stand-in Paper Figurine Substitutes to
look at Roselle Gustav who was sitting on the black iron seat.
At that moment, Roselle raised his body slightly. His voice
was sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched.
“Everything has godhood in them…
“The Oldest One is still alive, alive in everyone’s bodies!”
Klein frowned slightly. He didn’t know if the one speaking
was Roselle or the crimson moon in his body.
Not only did he have a certain level of understanding
regarding such secrets, he had also personally experienced it
before. Thus, he wasn’t that horrified or panicked. He only
recalled the teachings of the Aurora Order he had seen in the
past:
They promoted the belief that the Creator was omnipresent
and existed in every living being’s body. Therefore, all living
beings had godhood. Once godhood reached a certain
concentration, they could become an angel. And the current
orthodox deities are nothing more than slightly stronger
angels. To ordinary people, as long as one was able to grasp
that the essence of life was a spiritual travel, and tempered
one’s mind, strengthen one’s spirit, and find their own
godhood, as well as fuse with more godhoods, one would be
able to escape their mortal coils and become an angel.
Back then, I felt that a cult like the Aurora Order had a
complete set of mysticism and religious canon, just like the
orthodox Churches, but now, I can interpret the truth
underlying these words… From a certain point of view, it’s
true. The only problem is that after fusing with more
godhoods, they might no longer be themselves… The True
Creator actually placed the deepest secrets of this world into
“His” teachings. Isn’t “He” afraid that a believer might
suddenly have an epiphany and learn of the underground
corruption, eventually becoming a vessel for the Oldest One’s
revival? This Hanged Man really is a little crazy. “He” doesn’t
have much rationality most of the time… Klein mumbled
inwardly as he waited for Roselle to say more.
Two to three seconds later, Roselle, who had been in a cycle of
slumber and the obtaining of new life, sat back on his iron-
black throne. He panted and didn’t say a word.
Klein then controlled the paper figurine to say, “Which of the
words that you have just said should be trusted, and which
ones should I be wary of?”
Roselle chortled.
“Consider the answer yourself.”
“Heh, isn’t that how you Seers like to speak?”
He didn’t wait for Klein’s reply as he continued, “When I
created the Pale Death mask, I sensed something: The Death
of the Fourth Epoch might not have completely perished. ‘He’
might’ve left a hidden trump card for being revived. It might
involve the River of Eternal Darkness. Heh heh, Death will
definitely not die so easily…”
With that said, Roselle looked at Klein, who stood at the foot
of the platform.
“Indeed, only by choosing the Seer, Apprentice, or Marauder
pathway can a transmigrator enter Sefirah Castle. By the time I
figured out this factor, it was already way too late.
“I don’t know if you want to become a Great Old One or not,
nor do I know if this requires a ritual. I can only tell you that
this is definitely more dangerous than becoming a deity—
countless times more dangerous. Perhaps the existence who
stored us and threw us back into the real world is waiting for
you there.
“The only suggestion I can give you is to communicate with
the Genie of the Magic Wishing Lamp before you make any
attempts.”
Genie? Using the grudge between “Him” and the Celestial
Worthy to obtain certain assistance? Klein nodded slightly and
said, “Okay.”
After hearing his answer, Roselle sighed and said with a smile,
“If you really can become a Great Old One, you can consider
saving me. Only a Great Old One can resist a Great Old One.”
At this point, he fell silent for a moment before he slowed
down his speech.
“If you can’t completely free me from the corruption of the
Primordial Moon after becoming a Great Old One, then
remember to wipe my existence off the face of the world.
Destroy this mausoleum, support the creation of a new Black
Emperor, and prevent me from ever being revived…”
The light inside the mausoleum seemed to dim a little. Klein
fell silent for two seconds before saying, “I won’t forget that.”
Roselle fell silent. After a few seconds, he laughed self-
deprecatingly.
“Of course, before that, you should try to save me a few more
times.”
Such a sense of humor didn’t make Klein smile. Instead, it
made his heart sink even more, making him unable to speak.
Roselle didn’t continue the topic as he recalled.
“My wife passed away a long time ago. The mistresses I once
had definitely had their own endings. Towards them, I feel
very sorry. I’ve never truly loved them. I only coveted their
looks and the pleasure they gave me…
“I don’t have any illegitimate children. Towards such matters,
a Beyonder is quite aware of that. As for the time before I
became a Beyonder, I believe those ladies definitely coveted
my looks and body to enjoy such pleasures. They won’t leave
any trouble for themselves…
“My eldest son, Ciel, should be dead for years. I don’t know
how many descendants he left behind. My second son,
Bornova, would definitely be an angel now if nothing
unexpected happens. I have complicated feelings for him. On
the one hand, I’m very detached, disappointed, and resentful,
but on the other hand, I would occasionally secretly care about
him. I remember how adorable he was when he was just
born…
“You’ve already met my eldest daughter, Bernadette. Isn’t she
beautiful? She was pretty from a young age, obedient, and
smart. She knew how to be filial to her old father, protect her
younger brother, and dote on her mother. Sometimes, she acted
especially righteous and appeared a little silly. There were
several times when I secretly cheated while playing chess or
games with her, but she didn’t realize it. Such a temper made it
difficult for her to accept what I did later. Of course, now, I
can just push the blame onto the Primordial Moon. It’s all
because of ‘Her’ corruption. I’m rather grateful for ‘Her’ on
this point.
“I don’t know what right I have to make a request. After all,
I’ve never helped you before, nor do I have much of a
relationship with you. It’s just that we’re from the same era
and same place—the ties as a fellow Earthling.”
Upon hearing that, Klein said in a deep voice, “Your diary
gave me plenty of help. It allowed me to grasp a lot of high-
level knowledge when I was weak, allowing me to avoid many
dangers and know how to direct my efforts in a targeted
manner.
“Also, those Cards of Blasphemy have shown their use at
different stages.”
“Can you not mention the diary?” Roselle coughed lightly and
said, “However, in the later stages, I was indeed consciously
leaving a message to the next transmigrator. The only thing I
couldn’t be sure of is which language you know.”
The Emperor slowly exhaled before saying, “My request is to
help me look after Bernadette. When she needs help, provide
her some help.
“Although she is about to become an important figure in the
mysterious world, I still can’t feel at ease as a father.”
Without any hesitation, Klein got the paper figurine to answer
directly.
“I’ll take care of her for you.”
“…Man, why does this sound a little awkward?” Roselle’s
tone instantly turned odd. “By the way, I haven’t asked for
your name. As for me, you should know very well that I’m
Huang Tao.”
“Zhou Mingrui,” Klein answered frankly.
“Are you married? Do you have children? How old are you?”
Roselle raised three questions in one go.
Emperor, why are you acting like a gossipy middle-aged
woman from next door? Klein shook his head and gave a
simple answer.
“No.”
Roselle immediately fell silent. After a moment, he said, “You
and I are of the same generation. Bernadette should call you
Uncle Zhou.
“Yes…”
As he spoke, Roselle’s tone suddenly became filled with pity.
“After coming to this era, I treated everything as a game in the
beginning. I was having a great time playing, but I would
occasionally recall my home, remembering the past where I
cultivated most of my personality and hobbies.
“The longer I lived, the higher the frequency I felt this feeling.
It’s like the fallen leaves will always want to return to the roots
of a tree. However, at the very least, I have a daughter, a wife,
and two sons. There are still many things in this world that I’m
worried about, and some sense of belonging to a certain
extent. As for you… I can feel your loneliness, the loneliness
that comes from deep within your bones.”
Upon saying that, Roselle suddenly sighed.
“If only we were still living in that era. I’ll go to work
punctually every day and work overtime from time to time.
Whenever I’m free, I’ll visit my daughter’s extracurricular
lessons, pick her up, bring her home stuff my wife constantly
reminds me about. Every weekend, we’ll either head out for
some fun or head to my parents’ place to accompany them…
“When one day I’m exhausted from life, I’ll use an excuse that
you as my friend are treating me. As men, we can sit by the
street and eat some skewers, drink some alcohol, brag, curse
our superiors, reminisce about the days of our youth, and urge
you to quickly find a girlfriend… When I wake up the next
day, I’ll be able to have the zeal to continue facing life
again…”
Klein listened quietly without interrupting the Emperor’s
prattle.
Roselle’s voice gradually lowered as he smiled.
“Goodbye, my friend.
“I hope we can really meet again one day.”
His figure quickly turned illusory, as though he had
disappeared from the world, leaving only a faint shadow
hovering over the iron-black throne.
Roselle Gustav had returned to his eternal slumber.
Chapter 1309 - 1309 Additional Lessons
1309 Additional Lessons
After circling the primitive island three times, the Dawn
finally made its way off into the distance which was
perennially covered in storms.
Bernadette slowly retracted her gaze and fixed it on the Sage
Frontlet that remained suspended in the air.
As a Clairvoyant, she clearly saw the opportunity to advance.
She knew that she had completed the corresponding ritual,
preventing a disaster that involved a higher order of power.
However, the price she paid was to personally seal her father,
the father she had missed and sought for more than a hundred
years.
“How ironic…” Bernadette looked at the vertical eye
embedded with diamonds and sighed softly.
After leaving Intis, she had two big wishes. First, she wanted
to investigate the truth behind the matter and see if she had
misunderstood her father. Second, she wanted to follow her
father’s footsteps and see if there was a possibility of reviving
him.
Bernadette had already fulfilled her first wish. The truth was
that she had indeed misunderstood her father. This curtailed
her pain and conflicted feelings. Her hatred for her father had
completely dissipated, but it also added to her guilt.
With this kind of guilt and yearning all this time, she tried her
best to fulfill her second wish, but the outcome wasn’t
pleasant.
If there hadn’t been any hope from the beginning, she might
not have had such a huge reaction. However, she had clearly
seen the light and seen her father, but she had no choice but to
personally place him into a state of slumber.
After a moment of silence, Bernadette’s slightly unfocused
eyes became clear again.
She no longer hesitated and no longer blamed herself. She no
longer had all kinds of negative emotions. She firmly raised
her right hand and drew out ancient words that shimmered
with a stellar radiance in the void. She summoned the spirit
world creature who was half-man, half-wind, and she retrieved
the Sage supplementary ingredients from it.
As for the rest, as there was no need for them to be specially
preserved, they were in the collection room of the Dawn.
Not long after, Bernadette used Pale Death to shatter the Sage
Frontlet. She concocted the potion that could allow her to
advance to Sequence 2.
Looking at the bubbling Sage potion with each bubble
containing a transparent eye, Bernadette firmly raised her right
hand and brought the glass bottle to her mouth.
She knew that what she needed at this moment wasn’t sorrow,
nor corny emotions, but determination and the will to forge
forward. This was because if she wanted to help her father,
Emperor Roselle, escape the corruption and completely revive,
she needed a higher Sequence and greater strength.
Because of this, she was willing to bury the pain in the deepest
part of her heart and not let it affect her mental state. It was
only when there was no one around at night that she could
retrieve it and savor it alone.
With the Sage potion entering her mouth, Bernadette’s body
turned illusory at a discernible pace.
She broke down into thick and complicated knowledge,
changing into an existence that was a flux of information.
The entire Dawn, as well as the surrounding winds, storms,
lightning, seawater, and waves, all lost their sense of reality. It
was as though they had been restored to the most fundamental
blocks of information.
For most of Sequence 3 Beyonders of the Mystery Pryer
pathway, such a state was extremely dangerous. If one’s
willpower wasn’t strong enough, their luck wasn’t good
enough, and they weren’t prepared enough, the knowledge that
they had transformed into would be infiltrated by all kinds of
information within seconds. They would be washed away,
assimilated, and thus quickly lose consciousness. They
wouldn’t be able to reassemble their bodies, turning into a
very strange and difficult monster to deal with in mysticism.
A Knowledge Demon!
This was also known as an Information Creature.
Bernadette had relied on the Sage Frontlet and had previously
transformed into a flux of information on several occasions.
Although it was limited to two to three seconds and didn’t last
too long, it was still considered experience. At that moment,
she tried her best to maintain her consciousness and establish a
connection with the information produced in the spirit world
by preventing a high-level disaster.
The information had a clear imprint belonging to her, and it
involved a very high level of power. It was exceptionally
“solid” and couldn’t be dispersed by other information for
short periods of time. It helped her to stabilize her
consciousness and slowly gather the dissipating flux of
information around her body.
During this process, Klein, who was above the gray fog,
tapped the edge of the long mottled table with the help of the
prayer light. He used a Miracle Invoker’s ability of changing
the probability of certain developments and actions to a certain
extent, and he bestowed Bernadette with a certain amount of
good luck.
Time ticked by. There were several times when Bernadette
wavered on the border of losing consciousness, but in the end,
she managed to tide through it. She gathered all the
information that belonged to her and began to reconstruct her
body.
At that moment, she gradually felt the concern Admiral of
Stars Cattleya had for her. She felt the members of the
Element Dawn and her crew making their daily prayers.
This stabilized her condition better, allowing her to resist the
ancient will that was slowly developing in her body.
At this moment, a series of secret information came from
nowhere. Taking the opportunity while Bernadette was
reforming her body, it attempted to fuse with her.
This was interference from the Hidden Sage!
As an embodiment of this world’s knowledge and information,
as a quasi-Sequence 0 existence of the Mystery Pryer pathway,
the Hidden Sage had a certain influence on Beyonders of a
lower Sequencer than “Him.”
Without giving Bernadette the chance to use the pale-white
mask, the “curtain” draped over Klein gently rose.
Space-time distorted around Bernadette, completely isolating
her from the outside world. Even information couldn’t be
interchanged.
Grabbing this sudden moment of peace, Bernadette completely
reassembled her body and used her own anchors to balance out
the terrifying will that was surfacing in her body.
At that moment, she had truly become a “She,” a Sequence 2
angel of the Mystery Pryer pathway—an important figure in
the mysterious world that could be addressed as a secret
existence.
Right on the heels of that, she saw the distorted space around
her return to normal. She saw a series of hidden information
surging towards her.
She stretched out her right hand and grabbed the information
with ease, extracting the useful information contained within.
Just as Bernadette was about to return to reality from the spirit
world, an orange light suddenly bloomed in front of her eyes.
The light instantly condensed into a fat elder with a short
white beard.
The elder smiled and said, “Ma’am, I’m Orange Light
Hilarion.”
Orange Light… Bernadette was puzzled. She didn’t
understand why Orange Light Hilarion had suddenly appeared
in front of her—they hadn’t interacted much before.
As the leader of the Element Dawn and a former
Mysticologist, she wasn’t unfamiliar with the Seven Lights of
the spirit world. She even knew how to pray to Seven Lights,
as well as the ritual needed to receive the corresponding
advice. She knew that the seven lustrous lights were a symbol
of the spirit world, and they contained endless knowledge of
different domains. They were definitely at the angel level.
Orange Light Hilarion added with a smile, “A great existence
wants me to inform you of the knowledge regarding the Great
Old Ones, the Outer Deities, and the Cosmos, so that you have
a relatively accurate grasp of the state of this world and the
corresponding corruption.”
“Which existence is it?” Bernadette asked, puzzled and
cautious.
She had vaguely guessed the answer, but she still found it
quite unbelievable. After all, the Seven Lights in the spirit
world were also important figures in the mysterious world.
Even if a Sequence 0 true god wouldn’t find it easy to get
“Them” to do “Their” bidding.
Orange Light Hilarion chuckled and replied, “The greater ruler
above the spirit world.”
The great ruler above the spirit world… Bernadette repeated
the honorific name, and her thoughts raced.
Hilarion glanced at her and smiled.
“‘He’ also has another title:
“Mr. Fool.”
…
Somewhere out at sea, the Future which was cruising on a safe
sea route.
Cattleya suddenly jolted awake from her dream as her
forehead was covered in cold sweat.
In the dream just now, she saw the Queen lying on the ground
drenched in blood. Her chest was torn open, and a baby-like
monster crawled out of it.
As a Mysticologist, a Mysticologist who had advanced with a
drop of the Snake of Fate’s blood, Cattleya believed that her
dream wasn’t without any reason. It was definitely a
premonition.
It was obvious that the dream she had wasn’t pleasant.
While feeling uneasy, Cattleya sat up and put on her cloak.
She attempted to pray to Mr. Fool, hoping that this mighty
existence would give her some hints or to protect the Queen.
Soon, a scene appeared before her eyes.
Queen Mystic Bernadette walked out of the spirit world and
returned to Dawn, allowing the ship to gradually distance itself
from the nameless island.
Cattleya immediately heaved a sigh of relief and sincerely
thanked Mr. Fool.
After finishing her prayer, she opened the window of the
captain’s cabin in joy, causing starlight to condense into a long
bridge that reached the deck.
She put on her heavy glasses and walked along the resplendent
bridge of starlight to the deck where she proceeded to stroll
leisurely in the quiet night.
When she arrived at the bow of the ship, Cattleya saw Frank
Lee tinkering with bottles.
“What are you doing?” Cattleya subconsciously frowned.
Frank looked up and said with a bright smile, “My ideas
encountered a setback so I can’t proceed any further for now. I
asked Nina to get me some soil from the bottom of the sea to
study the microbes in it.”
With that said, Frank said with a look of anticipation,
“When I have my next vacation, I’d like to go to the depths of
the North Sea or the poles where it’s a world of ice and snow.
There might be many ancient microorganisms buried beneath
the thick layer of ice there, from the Fourth Epoch, the Third
Epoch, or even the Second and First Epoch. This will bring me
plenty.”
You won’t have any vacations for the time being… Cattleya
said inwardly.
…
Klein conjured a box and placed the four Cards of Blasphemy
inside. After sealing them, he immediately returned to the real
world and headed for the nearest Evernight cathedral.
He planned on informing the Evernight Goddess in the form of
a prayer of the hidden dangers of the Card of Blasphemy,
reminding “Her” to pay attention to such problems. He didn’t
want the Earth Mother, Lilith, to obtain the Mother card or
The Moon Card.
Chapter 1310 - Envoy

Chapter 1310 Envoy

The prayer hall in the Evernight cathedral was as dark as

before. Only the holes on the walls allowed some light to seep
in, like stars in the night.
Klein sat in a corner that wasn’t eye-catching. He took off his
tall hat and began praying like a pious member of the
congregation.
He simply mentioned how Roselle had revived in his last
mausoleum, and focused on the corruption of the Primordial
Moon. He deliberately emphasized that, in order to prevent the
“crimson moon” within him from being born in the real world,
Roselle had chosen to terminate the process of having his
Black Emperor Uniqueness and three Sequence 1
characteristics return to him.
At the end of the prayer, Klein pointed out the hidden dangers
of the Cards of Blasphemy, and he expressed his concerns
about the whereabouts of the Mother card and The Moon
Card.
In fact, Roselle only mentioned the need to be careful of the
Mother card and didn’t mention The Moon. However, Klein
knew that the two pathways of Earth and Moon belonged to
the Mother Goddess of Depravity. Therefore, to be cautious,
he specially added The Moon Card.
This was also the main reason he was worried about Earth
Mother Lilith.
Compared to most of the twenty-two pathways, the High-
Sequence Beyonders of the Planter and Moon pathway had a
huge advantage. That was that they didn’t need to worry about
the Primordial One from awakening in their bodies. They
didn’t need to worry about dissociation from approaching the
world underground. This was because the Beyonder
characteristics they possessed didn’t directly come from the
Primordial One which led to no corresponding mental imprint.
However, if they were to directly go underground and enter the
Chaos Sea, no matter who it was, they would encounter
corruption. It was just that the extent would be different.
This advantage was very likely due to the fact that the
Sanguine Ancestor Lilith was more special than the other
ancient gods. After all, “She” didn’t need to divert a large part
of “Her” energy to resist the will of the Primordial One
awakening within her. And back then, the invisible barrier
protecting this world was still sufficiently sturdy, separating
the Mother Goddess of Depravity and the other Great Old
Ones from Earth, making it difficult for “Them” to exert too
much of an influence on the situation inside.
But with the passage of time, this advantage gradually became
a problem.
As the underground corruption became weaker and weaker,
the invisible barrier also became weaker and cracks began
appearing. Under such circumstances, Earth Mother Lilith’s
situation became worse. This was because “She” was facing
the intrusion of the Mother Goddess of Depravity that was
ever increasing in potency and terror. In this aspect, the
original Creator—the Oldest One—who was dead was
definitely inferior to the living Mother Goddess of Depravity.
Considering how Outer Deities who had transcended
Sequences had an influence on Beyonders from their own
pathway, Klein felt that he couldn’t afford negligence on such
matters.
After he finished his prayer, he waited for nearly five minutes.
After confirming that there was no response, he stood up, put
on his wandering magician’s tall hat, and walked out of the
cathedral that belonged to the Evernight.
To him, this was mainly a disclosure obligation. As for what
the Evernight Goddess planned to do with it, or if “She” would
remind him of certain matters, it was beyond his control.
In short, Klein could only temporarily believe that the
Evernight Goddess knew the relative importance of matters.
…
Backlund, at the Harvest Church south of the Bridge.
The top-hatted Emlyn White got off his carriage and looked at
the sun covered by the clouds and mist.
On the way to the entrance of the cathedral, he gently rotated
the ring on his left hand, as if to flaunt his identity.
The ring was semi-translucent in color, as though it was made
from light-red amber. There was a blood-red gem embedded
on its tip—a reward Emlyn had received a long time ago—
Lilith’s Ring.
After becoming a demigod, Emlyn could suppress the effect of
bloodthirst from the ring to a certain extent. Every day, he only
needed to drink three bottles of human blood to be immune to
the corresponding negative effects. Therefore, in order to
showcase his special identity as the Ancestor’s Blessed, he
began wearing this ring permanently.
After entering the Harvest Church, Emlyn automatically
removed his top hat.
At this moment, Cosmi, Ernes, and the other Sanguine in
Backlund, who were waiting for Bishop Utravsky, stood up
one after another. Looking down at the aisle, they greeted
softly, “Good morning, My Lord.”
Emlyn looked ahead and nodded indiscernibly.
“Is Mistral still not here yet?”
“Count Mistral set up a chapel at home,” Ernes simply
explained.
Emlyn didn’t comment on this. He walked forward and
casually said, “He will still have to come when Mass is held.”
He looked around before saying, “Where’s Bishop Utravsky?”
“The bishop is waiting for you behind. The Church’s envoy
has arrived.” Ernes controlled his facial expression as he
answered Emlyn’s question politely.
The Church’s envoy… Emlyn rotated the light-red ring on his
left hand and walked to the back of the cathedral.
Soon, he saw Father Utravsky and the slightly curly black-
haired envoy the Church with a tall nose and deep eyes.
“This is the archbishop, His Grace Loreto,” Father Utravsky
introduced the envoy to Emlyn.
He stood by the window, blocking most of the light.
“Good morning, Your Grace,” Emlyn replied with the etiquette
of the Church of Earth.
Loreto smiled and spoke in rather awkward Loenese.
“There’s no need to address me as Your Grace. Although you
aren’t an archbishop, you have the status of an archbishop.
From today onwards, you will be a hierophant, a high-ranking
deacon of the Church. You will be in charge of the Sanguine
matters in Backlund.”
Without giving Emlyn any time to digest this information,
Loreto continued, “I came to Backlund under the Holy See’s
orders. I’ll tell you everything that needs to be taken note of
within the Church.”
“Please speak,” Emlyn suppressed his glee and said politely.
Loreto’s expression immediately turned serious.
“First of all, the most important point is that, be it the
clergymen of the Church or the believers of the Earth Mother,
as long as you claim that you have obtained a revelation, they
are individuals who have been enticed by demons—with no
exceptions.
“If anyone reports something like this to you, or if you have
obtained a revelation personally, please inform Bishop
Utravsky as soon as possible and report it to the Church.”
Father Utravsky didn’t mention this before… This request
sounds very strange, as though there’s some suspicion…
Emlyn frowned as he looked at Father Utravsky who was
standing by the window.
“The bishop never said anything about taking note of such
matters…”
Before he finished his sentence, Emlyn suddenly realized that
he came off as criticizing Bishop Utravsky, but he couldn’t
find any better explanation in his haste.
Almost at the same time, he understood what was odd about
what Archbishop Loreto had said.
This was telling everyone that the Earth Mother you sensed
isn’t the real Earth Mother!
This is saying that a large number of the revelations us
Sanguine received from the Ancestor are fake. It’s from
demons or evil gods… The look in Emlyn’s eyes sank as he
tried to maintain his composure.
At this moment, Loreto didn’t mind and smiled.
“Bishop Utravsky didn’t tell you because he didn’t know
either.”
Father didn’t know… In that instant, Emlyn actually felt a
little sympathetic towards Bishop Utravsky. He felt that as a
Feysacian, a hierophant who had changed faith in his later
years, he had been ostracized by the other members of the
Church of Earth.
Sensing the change in his gaze, Loreto added, “That’s because
he’s a Blessed. He doesn’t need to care about the temptation of
demons and evil gods.”
Bishop Utravsky nodded and said calmly, “The revelations of
Earth Mother are in ‘Her’ Holy Bible, in those lines of
teaching. Anything other than that is heresy.”
Emlyn was somewhat puzzled, but he couldn’t think of any
question. He grunted and said to Loreto, “Then what is the
second point that needs paying attention?”
Loreto made his expression turn serious.
“If you receive a revelation, don’t blindly believe it. Please
immediately seek confirmation from Bishop Utravsky.”
“Why?” Emlyn was puzzled.
This was basically telling him that the only response he would
receive was either from evil gods or demons.
Loreto deliberated over his words and explained in detail,
“In this world, there are many evil existences. ‘They’ will
pretend to be deities, and bewitch the clergyman in an act of
enticing believers.
“That’s because the two main pathways of the Church of Earth
Mother are related to life. Therefore, the effects they receive
are more severe than the other Churches. From time to time,
there are people who will take the wrong path and attempt
forbidden life experiments; thus, slowly degenerating.
“In order to prevent such a development, we reorganized the
Church a long time ago under the guidance of the Mother’s
will to establish the system of a Favored and Blessed.”
Favored and Blessed… Emlyn’s understanding of the Church
of Earth was limited to the Holy Bible and part of the
scriptures. He was momentarily at a loss.
He had never taken the initiative to ask Father Utravsky about
the Church of Earth Mother.
Loreto glanced at Emlyn and nodded slightly.
“The Favored are clergymen who have won the Mother’s
favor and are from the two pathways of Earth and Moon. The
Blessed refers to people who have obtained the Mother’s
blessing and are from other pathways.
“The latter is less affected by the demons and evil gods. It can
help us verify the authenticity of the revelations.
“Under such circumstances, even if it’s a decree issued by the
Holy See, there has to be at least a second-in-command
Favored. Otherwise, it can be regarded as null and void.”
As he spoke, Loreto took out a document and unfolded it in
front of Emlyn. Apart from what the archbishop had just said,
it included the details of him accepting the mission and
appointment as an envoy.
At the end of the document, there were a few names. The first
was from the Holy See of the Church of Earth, Matriarch
Roland, and the rest were all names that Emlyn didn’t know.
He barely recognized the last one to be Father Utravsky.
Father Utravsky’s handwriting is really ugly… As Emlyn
mumbled to himself, he began to have a strong sense of doubt
regarding the Blessed and Favored system.
Why were the Blessed less enticed by evil gods or demons?
Why were they able to verify a revelation, but the Favored
couldn’t?
As his thoughts raced, Emlyn suddenly noticed a detail:
The Blessed aren’t from the two pathways of Earth and Moon!
Therefore, the problem didn’t lie in the Favored, but the two
pathways themselves? Emlyn vaguely felt that his guess was
the truth.
Chapter 1311 - New Mission

Chapter 1311 New Mission

Emlyn vaguely sensed that there might be some abnormalities

in the two Beyonder pathways of Earth and Moon, but he
didn’t ask Archbishop Loreto about it directly.
He doesn’t seem like he would answer… It’s better to wait for
the next Tarot Gathering to ask The World, The Hanged Man,
and the others… Emlyn nodded indiscernibly, indicating that
he already knew the difference between a Favored and a
Blessed as he muttered to himself.
He didn’t consider seeking Mr. Fool’s answer, because he felt
that there was no need since the corresponding problem wasn’t
too important. After all, the Sanguine’s Dukes, Marquises, and
Counts were still alive and well, and there hadn’t been any
particularly negative news regarding the Church of Earth
Mother.
At the same time, his previous guess also made Emlyn connect
these to the influence the Primordial Moon, an existence
which was perhaps an evil god or a high-level Devil in
disguise, had on the Moon pathway. “He” had once caused
many Sanguine who had prayed to “Him” to lose control,
turning into monsters that only knew how to mate and
reproduce.
Emlyn suspected that this was one of the evil existences that
sent the fake visions and revelations.
With no more questions from him, Loreto put away the
document in his hand and thought for a moment before saying,
“This is the problem that requires special attention.
“In addition, I hope that you can set up three to five Beyonder
teams in Backlund. They should mainly be members of the
Sanguine.”
Emlyn was always law-abiding. The only crime he did was
steal blood at the hospital. He subconsciously raised his
question, “Does the Church of Evernight and the Church of
Storms have any objections?”
Loreto said with a benevolent smile, “This was a request from
them.
“As most of the forces of the Church of Steam have
withdrawn, there is a lack of official Beyonders in Loen.
“Although the Church of Evernight and the Church of Storms
have also recruited a group of Machinery Hivemind members
who don’t wish to leave Loen, and the lower-ranking
clergymen, they are ultimately just a minority. Furthermore,
they still need to handle the purge in Feysac and the
independent colonies overseas. Therefore, they hope that they
can provide some help.
“This is quite beneficial for our proselytizing in Loen.
However, you have to remember that, here, we have to restrain
ourselves. We can’t freely proselytize. Just be on the same
level as the remnant Church of Steam. Of course, our believers
won’t be able to catch up to the Church of Steam for a long
period of time. This requires a generation, two generations, or
even three generations of effort.”
Yes, maintaining the present scale and having a certain degree
of development is enough… It’s too troublesome to
proselytize… Emlyn heaved a sigh of relief and calmly
replied, “Okay.”
…
In the Sonia Sea, City of Generosity, Bayam.
Alger wore a bishop’s robe embroidered with symbols of
lightning and waves. He wore a metal Storm Sacred Emblem
and stood at the peak of the coastal mountain range, looking
out at the other side of the forest.
There were very few trees there. The surrounding hills and
short mountains had been flattened, revealing a hidden harbor.
It was a private harbor that belonged to the Resistance. It was
definitely not comparable to Bayam’s port, but it was of
medium size, enough to sustain many people’s lives.
A city with an unconstrained and crude style had been built
near the harbor. The city wasn’t huge, probably only one-fifth
the size of Bayam or smaller.
In the center were two towers. One was a spire, the other
steeple. They were all strangely silver, reflecting blinding light
under the sun.
Surrounding the twin towers were many paved roads made of
cement. They led to buildings that were mainly made of stone
or were connected to open squares and training grounds. The
green trees lining the sides of the street exuded a feeling of
grandeur.
Alger knew that the city didn’t only consist of residents from
the City of Silver, but also people from Moon City.
Many of the latter were extremely deformed. They were
temporarily unwilling to interact with Bayam, as well as the
residents of the other cities on the island. They only purchased
their necessities through the people of the City of Silver.
It was said that they planned on building a city that belonged
to them deep in the forest, and would only leave a path to the
new City of Silver.
These are all believers of Mr. Fool. I’ll have to slowly
integrate them into the entirety of the Rorsted Archipelago…
For now, I’ll temporarily not disturb the deformed and allow
the residents of the City of Silver to bring normal-looking
Moon City residents to Bayam… Alger seriously considered
his subsequent actions.
After settling down the residents of the City of Silver and
Moon City, he had actually completed the mission that Mr.
Fool had given him. However, he believed that he was still far
from being able to exchange for Sea God’s identity, authority,
and status. Therefore, he did his best to deal with the problems
left behind by the “great migration.”
To be frank, Alger was most worried that Mr. Fool didn’t give
him anything to do. If that happened, he didn’t know how long
it would take for him to make enough contributions.
Accompanying the new City of Silver’s establishment and the
immense vibrancy it exuded, he acutely sensed danger.
There was more than one Sequence 4 demigod in the City of
Silver and Moon City, and they were Mr. Fool’s loyal
believers. Perhaps, Mr. Fool would one day bestow the
identity, status, authority, and power of Sea God to one of
them!
There are two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts in the City of Silver, a
Sequence 3 saint, three Sequence 4 saints, and nearly ten
Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts, as well as a few demigod Beyonder
characteristics that can temporarily be used as Grade 1 Sealed
Artifacts… There are three demigods in Moon City, five
Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts, and a large number of potion
formulas… This… Alger only made a slight calculation before
realizing that the two factions that came under Mr. Fool were a
little terrifying.
All of them combined was equivalent to a quarter of the
Church of Storms!
According to what Alger knew, the number of Grade 0 Sealed
Artifacts each Church had numbered between five to eight.
There were fewer than four Grounded Angels active at
present. In this aspect, they were indeed much stronger than
the combined Moon City and City of Silver.
However, the orthodox Churches had no advantage in numbers
when it came to Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts and saints, especially
the latter.
Due to an all-out war, with the brass increasing the number of
saints by nurturing them, the Church of Storms only had
around twenty saints.
The Church of the Sea God doesn’t have a demigod yet, but it
won’t be long before a new Sea God will appear… As for the
angels under Mr. Fool, there’s The World, the Death Consul,
and the angel of the Fate pathway… There are the saints from
our Tarot Club… The more Alger thought about it, the more
alarmed he became. He realized that he was a little slow in this
aspect.
Perhaps it was because he couldn’t extricate himself to take an
objective look at things, and although he had always been
amazed by such matters, he finally came to a clear realization
today:
Unknowingly, Mr. Fool’s faction had already developed to a
level that was comparable to an orthodox Church. Even if
there was a certain gap, it was only due to the lack of
accumulation that needed to span across years.
And it hadn’t even been three years since Alger joined the
Tarot Club!
If I hadn’t experienced all these changes myself, I definitely
wouldn’t have believed it. Alger sighed inwardly as he
fervently wished to do something for Mr. Fool so that he could
quickly accumulate the contributions needed to transform into
Sea God.
When that happened, he could truly cast his gaze towards the
Book of Calamity and attempt to complete the request of the
elven queen, Cohinem.
Retracting his gaze, Alger glanced at Bayam at the foot of the
mountain. He saw that this city, which hadn’t suffered any
serious damage in the war, had once again lit up. It could also
be called the most prosperous city in the Sonia Sea.
At that moment, the priests, bishops, and believers of the
Church of the Lord of Storms were cooperating with the new
government civil servants and the Church of Sea God to build
schools and hospitals to the children in the slums and the
natives with no financial capacity that would provide
education, medical treatment, and assistance.
As Alger watched the people walking along the streets like
ants and the colorful buildings that were different from the
vast majority of Loen, the corners of his mouth curled up
slightly before he wiped away his smile.
He narrowed his eyes, unsure what he was experiencing or
enjoying.
At that moment, a grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in
front of him.
Following that, he saw the ancient palace and blurry figure in
the middle of the fog. He heard Mr. Fool’s words:
“A mission. Monitor a man named Verdu Garcia.”
Along with the revelation, plenty of miscellaneous information
rained down and drilled into Alger’s mind, allowing him to
know the exact situation of Verdu Garcia.
He was a member of the Abraham family that had concealed
his identity. He had recently left Desi County and had come to
the Rorsted Archipelago.
Alger was thrilled. He bowed his head respectfully in
response. “By your will.”
…
Klein knew that Verdu Garcia Abraham had left the Northern
Continent and was heading to the Rorsted Archipelago, as
Dorian Gray had mentioned this when he prayed.
He knew very well that the person named Verdu yearned to
save Mr. Door so that the King of Angels could return to the
real world.
The reason why Klein had gotten Miss Magician to inform the
Abraham family of one of the rituals that helped Mr. Door
escape was because the trust between the two parties was
insufficient. If he were to hide it or lie by saying that an angel
needed to be hunted for the ritual, the Abraham family would
definitely suspect Fors and make her continue contacting Mr.
Door and try to confirm it through other means.
Once they discovered anything, Klein would lose control of
the Abraham family, preventing him from nipping the problem
in the bud.
If it had been a few years ago, Klein wouldn’t have been too
worried about such problems. However, as the apocalypse
approached, the infiltration of the Outer Deities would only
increase. It was possible that a member of the Abraham family
would come into contact with a corresponding item or believer
and obtain the correct ritual.
Therefore, Klein believed that the ritual that was extremely
difficult to complete could be used to effectively gain the trust
of the Abrahams, allowing them to deepen their faith in Mr.
Fool and become more devout. Then, he could monitor the
extreme ones among the devout and grasp their trajectories,
and interfere with them in time.
Chapter 1312 - 1312 Fully Automatic Wishing Machine
1312 Fully Automatic Wishing Machine
Midseashire, Limon City.
Jasmine wrapped a scarf around her face and exited the
apartment.
She had heard that the annual Limon Carnival had begun, so
she wanted to visit it at the municipal square.
Because of the war last year, the carnival hadn’t been held.
This had greatly disappointed Jasmine. After that, she suffered
the greatest trauma in her life. From then on, she hid at home
and didn’t dare to go out.
Perhaps it was because she had been confined at home for too
long—one that was very cramped—Jasmine had been eager to
go on the streets recently. She wanted to walk around just like
she did in the past.
As she turned her gaze, she saw her reflection in the large
glass window by the side of the street.
Her figure was pitch-black without any other color. Her long
dress reached her ankles, and the veil of her hat covered half
of her face. From the bottom of her eyes to her neck, there was
a scarf wrapped several times around her neck. Both of her
hands were wearing a pair of knitted gloves.
This was completely different from the cheerful and lively
Jasmine in her memories.
In the previous war, a cannonball had destroyed her original
home and resulted in a fire. She suffered burns to the face,
causing her body to be covered in wounds.
If not for the fact that she was lucky enough, Jasmine
would’ve died from the serious injuries. But even so, she felt
like her life had ended from that very moment.
Her nose had been burnt away, leaving only two black holes.
There were many traces left behind by the fire on her face,
neck, and hands. If she were to walk in the dark, she would
pass off for a devil perfectly.
Jasmine clearly remembered one thing: on the first night of
moving to this apartment, she had washed up in the public
bathroom before sleeping. Just as she walked out of the door,
she saw a youth walk over. The youth had also seen her.
Under the crimson moonlight, the youth revealed an
expression of extreme horror, as if he would jump up at any
moment. He turned around and ran away.
Finally, he controlled himself and took a few steps to the side,
not daring to look at Jasmine’s face again.
This pierced through Jasmine’s fragile heart. From that day
onwards, she never left the house again. Even if she had to
wash up, she would wait until it was late at night.
In this aspect, she was very grateful to her parents because
they didn’t say a word. They did their best to maintain their
lives, relying on their original savings and the work they later
found to barely support the family. They didn’t need Jasmine
to work outside for a salary.
After walking a distance, Jasmine saw the main venue of the
carnival—Lemon City Municipal Square.
There was a sea of heads and all kinds of reveling emotions.
The enthusiastic atmosphere made Jasmine subconsciously
stop in her tracks.
She didn’t dare approach, afraid that someone would notice
that she was dressed strangely, afraid that she might
accidentally drop her scarf.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally stopped. She
found a clean spot by the street and sat down. She stared
intently at the municipal square.
After an unknown period of time, Jasmine sensed someone
beside her.
It was a young man in a long black robe and a tall hat. He was
like a magician from a circus.
The municipal square is over there… Jasmine wanted to
remind him, but after she quivered her lips a few times, she
didn’t part them.
She didn’t dare to speak to anyone.
However, the young man took the initiative to walk over. He
took off his hat and bowed slightly.
“Miss, do you know what this machine is for?”
Machine? Jasmine subconsciously looked up and dazedly
followed the young man’s gaze.
Under the streetlamp, a small wardrobe-like machine was
sitting there at some point in time.
Its surface was a brass color with a few transparent glass,
gears, and bearings embedded in it. The components were
exposed, looking very crude.
Jasmine retracted her gaze and shook her head, indicating that
she didn’t know what the machine was.
At the same time, this also expressed her intention to reject
conversing.
“It’s called a ‘Fully Automatic Wishing Machine,’” the young
man introduced with a smile. “It’s my invention. It can
automatically fulfill the wish of someone who operates it. By
the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Merlin
Hermes, a wandering magician.”
Fully Automatic Wishing Machine… Jasmine realized that she
could understand every single word but failed to understand
the combined name.
“You can give it a try. As the first user to experience it, it’s
free,” Klein, who had taken on the identity of Merlin Hermes,
said with a smile.
Jasmine shook her head, refusing the conversation.
Klein didn’t give up. He looked at her and said, “For example,
you can make a wish to be restored with your original looks.”
These words were like a sharp arrow that shot into Jasmine’s
heart. She stood up in shock and retreated hastily in an attempt
to leave.
She suspected that he had already seen her current appearance.
“If you don’t give it a try, how do you know that your wish
won’t come true? It’s free,” Klein said unhurriedly as he
looked past her into the background.
Jasmine gradually slowed down and finally stopped.
If she could be restored with her original looks, even if she had
to pay a huge sum of money, she would still be willing to do
so.
However, she knew that the wish in her heart couldn’t be
granted by money.
I don’t have to pay anything… It’s a free try… What if it
comes true… Jasmine’s thoughts were in an upheaval, and she
slowly turned around as if she was being enticed by a devil.
“Really?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
Klein pointed at the machine.
“I can retreat ten meters, and all you need to do is to turn the
wrench on the machine.
“You don’t have to remove your hat and scarf.”
The last sentence moved Jasmine into action as she quickly
nodded and said, “Okay.”
Not long after Merlin retreated a certain distance, Jasmine
moved closer to the machine, gingerly grasping the wrench on
the “door.”
She was actually very worried that this was part of a prank that
involved pulling the wrench, such as being splashed by water.
This was something that would happen every year during the
carnival. She and her friends had often played such pranks on
others, but compared to a wish that could be fulfilled, she felt
that it was an acceptable risk.
Even if it was proven that having her wish granted was
impossible, it could still be treated as her experience at the
carnival.
“Remember to make your wish before you turn it,” Klein
reminded her from not too far away.
Jasmine collected her thoughts and silently voiced her wish.
“I want to return to my former self before the burns.”
With that, she turned the wrench nervously and expectantly.
In the next second, the “door” to the Fully Automatic Wishing
Machine opened. A normal wooden cane reached out and
tapped Jasmine’s forehead.
What Jasmine didn’t notice was a golden ring embedded with
rubies that had appeared on her hand.
When the wooden cane retracted back into the Fully
Automatic Wishing Machine, the golden ring with the rubies
disappeared as well.
As the gears turned, Jasmine saw the machine’s “door” slowly
close.
That’s it? she thought blankly.
She didn’t experience the feeling of having her wish fulfilled,
nor was she being pranked. Everything seemed so strange.
“Congratulations. Your wish has been granted.” Klein walked
back and clapped gently like a witness to a magical event.
My wish has been granted… How is this possible… Just as
this thought flashed through her mind, she suddenly felt
something beneath her scarf.
The spot where there were only two black holes left had been
propped up!
Jasmine slowly raised her hand and touched her face, clearly
sensing the presence of her nose.
And the quality of her breathing proved this point.
She suddenly turned around, her back facing Merlin Hermes.
She walked to a shop by the side of the street and cast her gaze
at the glass window.
Then, she removed the scarf covering her face.
Eyes that weren’t big, a nose that wasn’t too well-defined, and
her lips that weren’t too full—the freckled face of a girl was
reflected on the window.
Jasmine subconsciously raised her hand and covered her
mouth. Her eyes glistened.
After a few seconds, she raised her arm and wiped her face
with her sleeve. She turned to look at Merlin Hermes and said,
“Are you a god?”
“I’m just a magician who likes to create miracles.” Klein
smiled as he pointed at the machine beside him. “The thing
you should thank the most is that—the Fully Automatic
Wishing Machine.”
“Fully Automatic…” Jasmine’s emotions stirred as she
subconsciously repeated.
Klein nodded and said, “Yes, a Fully Automatic Wishing
Machine that can operate without any external help.
“You can understand it as a gas meter. As long as you throw in
a coin, you can get a wish granted like how you obtain gas.
“The specific steps are very simple. Throw one penny in and
make your wish before turning the wrench.
“Remember, only three wishes can be fulfilled.”
While explaining, Klein inwardly mocked himself, If I were to
unfortunately die one day and become a Sealed Artifact, I
hope it’s something similar to the Fully Automatic Wishing
Machine.
After leaving the capital of Midseashire, Constant City, Klein
changed the method of granting other people’s wishes to
prevent himself from being too bored.
One had to learn to seek joy in mundane work.
How miraculous… Jasmine couldn’t find the words to
describe how she felt inside.
Her exhilarated emotions calmed down a little.
“Will it… I mean will this Fully Automatic Wishing Machine
stay here forever?” Jasmine asked hesitantly.
Klein smiled and said, “No.”
“It could stay here for three days, or maybe not that long.
Perhaps it would disappear when the sun rises.
“But it won’t disappear forever. Perhaps one day, you will see
it at the corner of the street again.”
Jasmine’s mind was in a mess and she was unable to sort out
her thoughts. All she could do was bow to the machine and say
seriously, “Thank you, Mr. Fully Automatic Wishing
Machine.”
Then, she bowed at Klein.
“Thank you, Mr. Hermes.”
As soon as she said that, Jasmine recalled the words Merlin
Hermes had just said. Filled with anticipation, surprise, and
embarrassment, she asked, “Three wishes can be granted?”
“Yes, but it won’t be free in the future. You will need to pay a
penny,” Klein replied, unfazed by the question.
Chapter 1313 - 1313 The Third Wish
1313 The Third Wish
Jasmine was excited, but she was still worried.
“What kind of price has to be paid?”
From her point of view, a prior free attempt didn’t mean that
the subsequent wishes were without a price.
Klein adjusted his tall hat and smiled.
“The penny you paid is the price. The corresponding change
that you have to bear after achieving your wish is also the
price.”
Jasmine nodded without completely understanding him.
Without any hesitation, she reached into her pocket and
attempted to take out a few copper pennies for her wish.
However, her pocket was empty except for a handkerchief.
Having stayed home all this while, she hadn’t had any contact
with money.
She had relied on walking to go from home to the municipal
square instead of taking a trackless public carriage.
“I-I… Can I go home first?” Jasmine asked, both vexed and
embarrassed.
“Of course, this is your freedom, but I can’t guarantee that the
Fully Automatic Wishing Machine will always be waiting for
you here,” Klein said with the tone of a magician.
“Sometimes, it’s very willful.”
Jasmine tersely answered, thanked him, and turned around,
jogging in the opposite direction of the municipal square.
The more she ran, the more relaxed her body became. She
found herself in her formerly healthy state before she was
burnt, transforming back into a teenage girl in her prime.
To her, this was a scene that would only appear in a dream.
Of course, as an ordinary person, she gradually felt exhausted
after running for a while. She had no choice but to slow down
and begin walking slowly.
The cool night breeze blew, revealing resplendent stars
peeking through the clouds high up in the sky. The trees by the
side of the street swayed gently and scattered the swaying
shadows on the ground. All of this was so quiet and beautiful.
Jasmine only felt her body and mind relax, and all her worries
disappeared.
This was the first time she was in such a good mood ever since
she was injured. Unknowingly, a smile appeared on her face.
After walking for about five minutes, she suddenly heard
someone shout her name.
“Eh, Jasmine?”
Jasmine turned her head and saw a familiar face. It was her
former neighbor, Mrs. Hamil.
“Good evening, Mrs. Hamil, I haven’t seen you in a long time.
Are you going to the carnival?” Jasmine, who wasn’t wearing
a scarf, said with a heartfelt smile.
Mrs. Hamil was a woman with a head of white hair. She
carefully sized up Jasmine and said, “I haven’t seen you since
you moved away. I heard that you were injured in the previous
blast?”
“Yes, but I’ve recovered.” Jasmine nodded heavily.
She then asked, “How is Jolie now?”
Jolie was Mrs. Hamil’s eldest daughter, and was her former
playmate.
Mrs. Hamil’s expression instantly wore a shade of gloom.
“The Feysacians did unspeakable things to her, and she ended
up dying…”
Jasmine was taken aback, thinking back to her experience
while feeling sad.
A Feysacian soldier had rushed into her house in an attempt to
do unspeakable things to her, but he only gave her a kick and
left when he saw her disfigured face.
“Poor Jolie.” Jasmine sincerely tapped her chest four times in
a clockwise fashion, outlining the stars.
It was only after she heard what had happened to her friend
that she realized that she might have been relatively lucky.
After bidding farewell to Mrs. Hamil, Jasmine walked back to
her apartment.
When she got home, she felt much better and her mood was
back to normal. She started to look forward to the expression
her parents would have when they saw her appearance
restored.
They probably wouldn’t keep the pain deep in their hearts and
pretend that nothing has happened. They would definitely cry
with joy and hug me… Jasmine took the key that was hanging
around her neck like a necklace, and as she thought about it,
she opened the door.
The room was dark. None of the candles or the gas wall lamps
were lit.
On the bed outside, light and heavy snoring could be heard
from her parents, forming a contrast with the bustling
municipal square.
They’re asleep… Yes, they’ve been working hard… Jasmine
gently closed the door and walked to her parents’ bed. With
the crimson moonlight shining in through the window, she cast
her gaze over.
Daddy has a lot of white hair, and his wrinkles have
deepened… Mommy keeps frowning when she sleeps. Her
face is flaking; it’s dry, and coarse… Only then did Jasmine
realize that she hadn’t seriously looked at her parents’ faces
for a long time. She didn’t know that they had aged so much.
Before the war, her father was an accountant with a pretty
good income. They could afford to rent a terrace house and
allow his wife to not work so as to focus on taking care of the
family. But now, he could only work at textile factories and do
all kinds of strenuous labor. Jasmine’s mother had no choice
but to leave her family and become a textile worker.
Daddy’s health is getting worse and worse. He’s always
coughing, but he has passed the recent Civil Servant Unified
Examination. When the interview results are announced, he
will have a decent job… Mommy keeps complaining that her
arm is getting worse… Jasmine looked at her parents intently
and didn’t wake them up.
She had already thought of her second wish.
Softening her footsteps, Jasmine entered the room inside and
poured out the last few pennies from her piggy bank that she
had previously almost emptied.
Then, she left the apartment and boarded a trackless public
carriage.
She was afraid that the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine
would be gone if she delayed any further.
At that moment, there were a lot of passengers on the public
carriage. Most of them were heading to participate in the
carnival. Jasmine looked around and saw that there were no
seats, so she had no choice but to support herself as she stood
on the aisle, squeezing with plenty of people.
Ten minutes later, she reached her stop and turned into that
street.
When the brass-colored machine embedded with a few pieces
of glass appeared before her eyes, Jasmine silently heaved a
sigh of relief and quickly approached.
During this process, she surveyed her surroundings and didn’t
find the magician by the name of Merlin Hermes.
“It really is fully automatic. There’s no need for him to be by
my side?” Jasmine muttered in puzzlement.
She didn’t waste any time. She took out a penny and placed it
inside the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.
“I wish for my parents to be healthy again. I hope that my
family will become rich.” Jasmine softly voiced her wish. She
closed her eyes and waited for the miracle to happen.
In the next second, she heard the clanging sound as though a
coin had rolled out from the Fully Automatic Wishing
Machine.
Jasmine opened her eyes in shock and looked ahead, only to
see that the penny she had just put into the machine had landed
on a small tray around the coin slot.
This wish can’t be fulfilled? Uh, a wish can’t contain too much
content? My wish was actually two wishes… With the
experience of being cured of her burns, Jasmine didn’t suspect
that there was something wrong with the Fully Automatic
Wishing Machine.
She thought seriously and stuffed the penny into the coin slot.
Then, she lowered her head and made a wish softly.
“I hope my parents are healthy again.”
This time, she heard a soft knock sound out from the Fully
Automatic Wishing Machine.
Tak!
Seeing that the copper coin remained inside the machine,
Jasmine knew that her wish had been fulfilled. She couldn’t
wait to go home and check on her parents’ situation.
Suppressing her excitement, she inserted another penny.
She had originally planned on making her family wealthy, but
remembering that her father was basically going to become a
civil servant in Limon City, and that her family income was
guaranteed, she couldn’t help but have other thoughts about it.
When she was ten years old, she already knew that she wasn’t
good-looking. It wasn’t that people around her would despise
her and say that she wasn’t good-looking, but amongst her
playmates, there were two rather beautiful girls. This allowed
them to be accorded with greater treatment and experience the
kindness of the world.
Such a comparison only served to make Jasmine inevitably
dream of becoming prettier as she grew older. But reality
proved that dreams could only be dreams.
However, this time, her dream could turn into reality, because
she had a miraculous Fully Automatic Wishing Machine in
front of her.
If I can make myself beautiful, I can find a good husband, and
I can improve my family situation… Jasmine seemed to have
heard the devil whispering in her ear. She closed her eyes
uncontrollably and made a wish:
“I wish to become extremely, extremely, extremely beautiful.”
She used “extremely” thrice to accentuate the beauty she
wanted.
Just as she finished speaking, the “door” to the Fully
Automatic Wishing Machine opened once again. A silver-
white mask was pushed out and covered her face.
Jasmine quickly opened her eyes and happened to see the
mask disappear.
At the same time, she felt something connect to her.
She turned around in anticipation and once again walked to the
shop by the side of the street. Using the light from the gas
lamps and the glass on the window, she saw her current
appearance.
For a moment, Jasmine couldn’t describe the exact changes in
her facial features and outline. All she knew was that at this
moment even she was mesmerized by her beauty.
Her nose had become sharper and her lips had become fuller.
Her eyes became bigger and limpid. Her skin was as tender as
milk pudding. She only had slight similarities to her previous
self.
“Is… Is this a miracle…” Jasmine couldn’t help but let out a
heartfelt sigh of amazement.
She looked at herself, intoxicated. It took her great effort to
finally retract her gaze before bowing at the Fully Automatic
Wishing Machine.
Following that, she walked towards the public carriage stop.
On the way, eyes kept turning to look at her.
Bang!
A man, who was too focused on her, slammed into a gas lamp
post.
Jasmine pursed her lips into a smile. Without a word, she
boarded the trackless public carriage.
There were still many people on board, and all the seats were
taken.
Just as Jasmine was trying her best to find a spot, several men
lifted their buttocks and straightened their bodies. They looked
at her and smiled.
“Miss, you can sit here.”
Jasmine was momentarily stunned. She hadn’t expected to
receive so much kindness.
She didn’t decline and sat down. She smiled at the man who
had given up his seat.
“Thank you.”
The man’s expression became extremely animated as he said
humbly, “This is what a gentleman should do.”
Jasmine still retained the habits from when she was previously
cooped up at home, so she didn’t say anything else. She
quietly sat there until she reached the stop near her apartment.
Then, she got off the carriage.
After a few steps, she suddenly felt that someone was looking
at her. She quickly turned her head to look.
It was a drunkard. He was staring at Jasmine with an
indescribably disgusting look.
Jasmine jumped in fright and briskly walked to her apartment.
However, the men she met along the way revealed similar
looks, as though they could turn into beasts at any moment.
At that moment, Jasmine felt as though she was walking in the
wilderness.
Chapter 1314 - Miracles Are Only For A Momen

Chapter 1314 Miracles Are Only For A Momen

Previously, Jasmine enjoyed the gazes from the men, but now,
all that was left was anxiety and horror.
She hastened her footsteps again as though she was being
chased by Feysacians.
Finally, before the men could get close to her, she rushed into
the apartment and got rid of them.
Phew… The girl patted her chest and secretly decided to stay
out less at night.
Only then did she realize that extraordinary beauty had its
disadvantages.
After calming down, Jasmine went up the dimly-lit stairs to
the third floor and returned home. She used the key she carried
with her to open the door.
She carefully approached her parents’ bed and used the
moonlight to examine their faces.
Compared to when she left the house not too long ago, her
parents’ faces were rather ruddy. Their white hair and wrinkles
had lessened significantly, and their snoring was almost non-
existent.
Their health has really been restored… Jasmine couldn’t help
but smile, clearly relieved.
Sensing the commotion, her mother’s eyelids twitched as she
slowly opened her eyes.
Jasmine held her breath and restrained her smile, preparing to
give her mother a surprise.
Her mother sat up and looked over, her expression suddenly
becoming extremely terrified.
“Who are you?” asked the woman with a shrill voice as she
shoved her husband forcefully.
Who am I? Jasmin was stunned by the question and didn’t
know how to answer the simple question.
At that moment, her father woke up as well. He looked at the
beautiful girl in front of him with suspicion and vigilance.
“Get out! Otherwise, I’ll call the police!” Jasmine’s mother
left the bed and picked up a candle stand beside her, using it as
a weapon.
“We don’t welcome burglars.” Jasmine’s father rather politely
issued an order for Jasmine to leave.
He knew that he had to do his best not to pressure the burglar.
Otherwise, it easily led to extreme responses from the other
party.
If not for his wife and daughter, he wasn’t too afraid of
fighting the burglar. But now, his entire family was at stake.
Jasmine finally snapped out of her daze and hurriedly said,
“Daddy, Mommy, I am…”
Before she could finish her sentence, her mother started to
shove her repeatedly as she was pushed out of the room by her
father.
No one cared about what she said. Under such circumstances,
no one cared.
Thud!
The door to her apartment closed before her very eyes. It left
her feeling lost and helpless.
She wanted to knock on the door and use the key she carried
with her to prove her identity, but at that moment, she heard
her mother shout to a patrolling police officer downstairs,
“There’s a burglar, a burglar!”
Burglar… Daddy and Mommy don’t recognize me anymore…
Will they think that I’ve murdered myself… Will the police
believe the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine… Jasmine’s
heart tightened, and she subconsciously decided to leave the
apartment first to avoid the police. She would then find her
father and mother to explain to them carefully at dawn and use
their common memories to convince them.
Tap. Tap. Tap. She bowed her head and, under the watchful
gazes of her neighbors, walked down the stairs and rushed out
of the building.
She ran all the way to a nearby alley and avoided the
approaching police officer from the main street. Gasping for
air, Jasmine stopped in her tracks. Tears uncontrollably rolled
down her face and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, a hand reached over and covered her mouth,
dragging her to a secluded corner of the alley.
“How much? I’ll pay however much it costs…” A voice filled
with drunkenness rang in Jasmine’s ears. It was as if he had
mistaken her for a prostitute and could no longer resist her
allure.
Jasmine tried her best to struggle, alarmed, afraid, and
desperate.
Just as she was about to break down, the drunkard released his
hand.
“Miss, are you alright?” A hoarse male voice sounded.
Jasmine dashed away from the drunkard before turning around
to see a police officer in a black-and-white checkered uniform.
“He… He…” As Jasmine spoke, she began to cry.
The policeman looked at her sympathetically and said, “We
will take legal action on him. However, Miss, you’ll need to
return to the police station with me to record your statement.”
Jasmine was in a state of extreme panic and extreme
helplessness. She subconsciously nodded.
Not long after, she sat in the police station’s testimony room
nearby. Facing her was the same police officer and his
colleague.
The policeman deliberated over his words and asked, “So
you’re telling me, he didn’t ask you if you were a prostitute,
and you didn’t do anything that might come off as soliciting
customers?”
He was worried that his words would hurt the beautiful girl in
front of him.
Jasmine held a coffee cup and lowered her head to take a sip.
“Yes, I just reached the alley.”
“Alright, let’s end it here. Miss Jasmine, can you tell us where
your house is? We will get someone to send you back.”
Another policeman tried to get in her good books.
Recalling his parents’ reaction and the disgusting gazes,
Jasmine couldn’t help but shudder. She said in tears, “I had a
quarrel with my parents and can’t return home for the time
being. Perhaps you can take me to the nearest hotel…”
At this point, she remembered that she was only left with a
few pence. There was no way she could stay in a good hotel,
and the cheap motels were practically dangerous to her.
The first policeman was taken aback.
“Okay.”
On the way to the nearest hotel, the policeman hesitated
several times before finally saying, “If, I mean if—you plan on
becoming a street girl, you can come to me. There’s no need
for you to go through that much effort…”
Upon hearing this, Jasmine felt on the brink of mental
collapse. It was just different from when she first saw her face
after the fire.
This made her feel extremely insecure and she remained silent.
Fortunately, the police officer didn’t force her and sent her to
the entrance of the nearest hotel.
“There’s no need to go in with me. I’ll go by myself.” Jasmine
rejected the policeman’s suggestion of sending her to her
room.
After the police officer left, she quickly walked out of the
hotel without completing the check-in procedures.
She wanted to go to the municipal square, to the place where
the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine was to cancel her
previous wish.
Such beauty was terrifying!
After taking a few steps, Jasmine removed the scarf around her
shoulders and wrapped it around her face in layers, just like
how she left her home that very night.
Back then, there were still burn scars on her face. Her missing
nose and damaged lips made her look like a devil.
When she arrived at the municipal square on a trackless
carriage, she entered the street once again and saw the brass
Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.
Jasmine’s heart immediately calmed down. She quickened her
pace and arrived in front of the machine.
Then, she was at a loss. She didn’t know how to cancel her last
wish.
“Your first wish was a free trial, and it wasn’t counted in the
three wishes. So you have one more wish.” Jasmine suddenly
heard Mr. Merlin Hermes’s voice.
She turned her head and saw that across the street, under the
dim yellow light of the street lamp, the magician wearing a tall
hat was looking calmly at her.
“Good, good.” Jasmine hurriedly took out a copper penny and
inserted it into the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.
“I hope my previous wish is canceled,” she said with her eyes
closed as she gripped the wrench and spun it.
Tak!
She heard the dull thud once again.
When she opened her eyes, she rushed to a nearby shop. She
stopped in front of the glass window and removed the scarf
wrapped around her face.
She saw herself again. She was no longer a pretty girl.
Jasmine instantly relaxed, and instinctively turned her head to
look at the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine, but found that
it had disappeared along with Mr. Merlin Hermes.
“Praise the Lady. Thank you, Mr. Hermes.” Jasmine sincerely
tapped her chest four times in a clockwise manner.
She used her last copper penny to head home on a trackless
public carriage.
Along the way, no one gave up their seats to her.
When her figure vanished from the street, Klein appeared
again, holding a silver mirror with ancient patterns.
“Great Master, why didn’t you add the line that ‘excessive
greed will only turn something good into something bad’ or
‘wishes always have a price?’ This will make the whole matter
seem even more philosophical. It will be elevated into a
fable.” On the surface of the mirror, silver words appeared.
Klein smiled and said, “The biggest problem was that I
couldn’t use normal methods to satisfy her ‘extremely,
extremely, extremely beautiful’ wish. Lie can only adjust her
looks to a certain extent.
“Therefore, I had no choice but to use one of the effects of a
Sealed Artifact that originated from a Demoness to ‘Graft’ it
onto her. That resulted in her stunning beauty and terrifying
charm. This made the surrounding men unable to resist her.”
The Sealed Artifact belonged to Xio, a relic of Demoness
Shermane.
Due to a problem with Xio’s storage abilities, Shermane’s
Beyonder characteristic fused with the box containing it,
becoming a Sealed Artifact with shockingly negative effects.
This caused Xio’s younger brother to look at the box strangely.
In order to resolve this problem, Xio made a wish for Mr. Fool
to seal the item for her.
After saying that casually, Klein looked at the magic mirror.
“Arrodes, are you consoling me?”
“No, the main problem was that she’s too greedy. If she only
wanted to become beautiful and didn’t add so many
‘extremely’s to the wish, then the result would’ve been pretty
good.” On the surface of the mirror, silver words quickly
appeared.
“Indeed. That will be within the extent that can be achieved by
Lie.” Klein nodded and said to Arrodes, “Lie’s adjustments
can indeed be permanent, but it’s a structure that is ultimately
different from the original muscles, skin, and bone structure.
After more than a decade, when she’s gradually showing signs
of age, the adjustments and the differences will slowly
magnify, making her face appear rather strange and stiff. That
can only be fixed periodically by becoming a Faceless.”
Having said that, Klein smiled and shook his head.
“A lie is ultimately a lie.”
Then, he walked towards the other end of the street and
continued, “Besides, even if she really becomes beautiful, it’s
still uncertain whether she will lead a better life in the future.
It’s true that beauty allows her to obtain a lot of resources and
allow her to marry a ‘prince.’ However, her personal
upbringing, character, and knowledge are unlikely to support
such a lifestyle.
“Yes, I can’t rule out the possibility that she’s good at
studying, being capable of using all kinds of experience to
fully enrich herself, and ultimately direct herself to possibly
having a good life. However, that’s a whole other story.
“Heh heh, miracles are only for a moment, but fate is often a
long-lasting event.”
In the conversation with Arrodes, Klein gradually vanished
from the end of the street.
His understanding of Miracle Invoker had deepened again.
…
After returning to her family apartment, Jasmine didn’t
attempt to open the door. She used a lot of courage to knock
on the door.
The door opened and her mother appeared in front of her.
“Oh, you’re finally back.” Her mother first heaved a sigh of
relief, then asked in an abnormally horrified manner, “Y-your
face?”
Jasmine forced a smile and said, “I’ve been cured, by a mister
who’s good at creating miracles.
“Mr. Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.”
Just as her parents suspected that their daughter had been
influenced by demons, a few policemen in black-and-white
checkered uniforms walked up the stairs and came over.
Leading the policemen was a lady. She had light blue eyes and
a smile that quietened others.
“Miss Jasmine, we have some questions for you,” the lady said
politely.
Chapter 1315 - 1315 Summary Repor
1315 Summary Repor
Jasmine felt that she should have been afraid, but she found it
difficult to have much strong emotions facing the female
police officer in front of her. She felt like her body and mind
had unknowingly settled down after crying for a long time.
She looked at her parents who had a complicated expression
and asked hesitantly, “Okay, what questions do you have?”
The female policeman with the rank of superintendent pointed
at the door and said, “Let’s talk inside.”
She didn’t get Jasmine’s parents to leave. She only ordered the
two police officers with her to guard by the door.
After closing the door, she pulled a crude round stool over and
sat down without standing on ceremony, looking very relaxed.
This immediately made Jasmine and her parents less tense.
“You may call me Ma’am Grey.” The officer introduced
herself and pointed at another chair and the bed. “Have a seat.”
When everyone in the room found their seats, she smiled at
Jasmine and said, “I received a report saying that there were
some incomprehensible things happening around you. For
example, a male’s desire for committing sexual assault had far
exceeded normal standards. This doesn’t mean that there are
no bad people or criminals among them, but the ratio is too
high, so high that it’s strange.”
At this point, she swept her gaze across Jasmine’s face.
“From what I know, you were seriously injured during the fire
and was permanently disfigured. But now, I can’t tell any of
that. What do you have to say about this?”
Jasmine’s heart tensed up again. She didn’t dare hide anything
and said in a panic, “I went out tonight to the municipal square
to attend the carnival. While I was passing by a particular
street, I encountered a wandering magician who called himself
Merlin Hermes. He said that he had invented a machine called
‘the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.’ All I had to do was
insert a penny, softly state my wish, and turn the wrench, then
my wish would be granted.
“He said that I was the first user, so I could experience it for
free once. Th-then, I was restored to my original state, having
all my injuries healed.
“Officer, that’s what happened. You must believe me.”
With that, she glanced at Mrs. Grey and her assistant before
looking at her parents, trying to get their approval.
However, her parents clearly said:
“How is this possible?
“How can there be a machine that can automatically grant the
wishes of others?
“How can there be something as good as granting a wish cost
only a penny?
“Besides, the first user experienced it for free!”
Grey and her assistant didn’t show any obvious expressions,
making Jasmine unsure if they believed her or not.
“Continue.” Seeing her pause, Grey nodded encouragingly.
Jasmine hurriedly mentioned how she returned home to get
some coins before recounting in full how she wished for her
parents to regain their health and how she wanted to become
beautiful. Finally, she said, “I was indeed very beautiful. Even
I couldn’t move my eyes away. This made me experience a lot
of kindness, but later on, the surrounding men started to
frighten me…
“In addition, Daddy and Mommy didn’t recognize me and
chased me out of the house. I was scared, very scared. I
returned to the machine and made a third wish. Yes, that Mr.
Merlin Hermes said that the first wish was free, and wasn’t
part of the three wishes. In short, I returned to my original
appearance and met you.”
Upon hearing these words, Jasmine’s parents instantly thought
of the beautiful “burglar” from before.
Then, they realized that their bodies were indeed much
healthier than before. Their vision had recovered and their
arms had sufficient strength. Everything seemed different.
They began to believe Jasmine’s description, but they felt even
more terrified. It was as if they had encountered a demon,
exactly the same as those stories in folklore.
Grey nodded gently.
“I’ve seen many matters that are beyond your imagination, but
this is the first time I’ve heard of something like a Fully
Automatic Wishing Machine.
“Compared to a wishing lamp or wishing pool in folklore, this
is too modern.”
After a pause, her expression turned serious.
“As an experienced law enforcer, I’ll give you three
suggestions.
“First, don’t believe in such things again from now on. Under
most circumstances, the easy granting of wishes brings about a
huge disaster. There’s nothing wrong with describing it as the
temptation of demons.”
Jasmine nodded heavily, indicating that she wouldn’t dare to
do it again—that final experience still left her feeling afraid.
“Secondly, go to the cathedral as soon as possible and repent
to the bishop. Get him to purify you.” Grey looked around and
said, “Your entire family must go.”
Seeing that Jasmine and her parents were about to say that
they already had this in mind, Grey turned to Jasmine.
“My department still lacks some staff. You can consider
joining us. This way, I can monitor your situation at any time
and deal with any abnormalities in time. As for the salary, trust
me, it’s about the same as a civil servant.”
The salary is about the same as a civil servant’s… I can be
protected… There’s something that nice? Jasmine asked in
disbelief, “What department is it?”
Grey smiled and said, “I’ll give you an address. Come to my
office tomorrow, and I’ll fill you in on the details.”
“…Alright.” Jasmine was in a state of panic and unease. She
would grab a life-saving straw the moment it appeared.
…
A week later, Jasmine officially joined the Nighthawks in
Limon City and became a civilian staff member.
“Captain, the telegraph device has broken down,” she said
carefully as she knocked on Grey’s door.
Grey put down the documents in her hand and rubbed her
temples.
“Report this to the police station and let them handle it.
“Seriously, I could’ve gotten the help of the Machinery
Hivemind in the past. It was done in a quick and effective way.
Now, sigh…”
By the time Jasmine left, Grey picked up the documents and
began to read them carefully.
This was a piece of information that the Nighthawks had
gathered regarding the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.
After Jasmine, this happened more than once!
After flipping through the documents, Grey spread out a piece
of paper, picked up a fountain pen, and began writing the
official document for the Constant archbishop and the Holy
Cathedral:
“There have been many supernatural incidents in the city in
the past week. It involves a special machine called ‘the Fully
Automatic Wishing Machine.’ According to the intel, it was
created by a wandering magician who calls himself Merlin
Hermes, but we haven’t ruled out other possibilities. At least, I
think that Merlin might be an illusion created by this machine,
so as to lure people into making wishes…
“This machine is of a brass color embedded with opaque glass.
Its surface has gears, bearings, rivets, metal pipes, and other
components exposed on its surface. It seems to be a product of
modern industrialization…
“Case 1: A young girl who was disfigured by a fire, had met
the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine at the municipal
square… Her first wish was to revert back to her original
appearance, and it was granted normally… Her second wish
was to restore her parents’ health, which was also granted
normally… Her third wish was to become, extremely,
extremely, extremely beautiful. Then, she no longer looked
like herself, and she had an irresistible charm to the men
around her…
“She claimed that she was the first user of Fully Automatic
Wishing Machine, which allowed her to have one free wish.
With that, she canceled her third wish…
“Case 2: A retired soldier who participated in the war to
defend Limon was left with serious mental damage. He met
the Fully Automatic Wishing Machine by the river… His first
wish was to restore his mental state to a state before the war,
and it was granted normally… His second wish was to become
a little more handsome so as to reach the standards of the male
models on magazine covers. He also had it granted normally…
His third wish was to obtain 100,000 pounds and become a
tycoon. Then, he caught the fancy of the owner of the Limon
United Steel Company who wished to marry him—a lady with
a wealth of nearly 200,000 pounds…
“This retired soldier didn’t wish to accept her with her having
a weight of more than two hundred pounds and her shorter-
than-average height. Furthermore, she’s a violent middle-aged
woman. He prepared to leave Limon and head south. If there
comes a day when he doesn’t want to work hard anymore, he
can easily obtain the rights to a wealth of 100,000 pounds… In
a sense, his wish was granted, but he’s unwilling to accept it…
“Case 3: …
“Case 4: …
“Case 5: A public school teacher met the Fully Automatic
Wishing Machine near a Storm cathedral… Her first wish was
to make herself look better, and not be ostracized by her
students because of her looks or be spurned by her colleagues.
This was granted normally… Her second wish was to obtain a
better position, which was also granted. As her teaching
standards were high enough and she was no longer restricted
by her looks, she quickly became the most popular teacher
among the students and began taking on the duties as vice
principal…
“Her third wish was to have a husband with impeccable looks,
family background, personality, and ability. Finally, she got a
doll who could speak, move, and have a certain level of
intelligence. It had living characteristics and looked rather
handsome. It was carved by the best master and could have
any personality one wanted. It was very capable in every
aspect. Other than not being human, it really had no flaws…
“Case 6: …
“…
“Summarizing these cases, we have obtained some
preliminary guesses.
“The Fully Automatic Wishing Machine can appear anywhere
in Limon. It’s extremely random, and there’s temporarily no
discovered pattern for it…
“Most of the wishes that are made can be fulfilled normally.
However, a small portion will be distorted, and the latter is
basically concentrated on the third wish. Of course, it’s also
possible that the person will let themselves loose by the time
they make the third wish and thus, make excessive demands…
“The wishes it granted were mostly related to appearance, but
it covered a wide scope. It was almost omnipotent…
“The frequency of its appearances is also irregular…
“This is a classic example of a mystical item that needs to be
sealed. Furthermore, it clearly exceeds the grade of a Grade 2
Sealed Artifact. I hope the archbishop and high-ranking
deacons will personally deal with it, or give an effective
sealing method…”
…
On the steam locomotive out of Limon, Klein observed his
digestion of the Miracle Invoker potion.
Chapter 1316 - An Unknown City

Chapter 1316 An Unknown City

If I keep accumulating it bit by bit, it won’t be long before I

can respond to Moon City’s prayers and cure their deformity,
thus creating quite a miracle… In addition, I’ve also
concluded the acting principles of a Miracle Invoker. It’s only
a matter of time before I digest it if I follow them. I might
even finish within the year… Klein retracted his gaze from
outside the window, raised his left arm, and controlled the
monster puppet on his hand to entertain a child across him.
This made him look more like a wandering magician.
If he was willing, he could even use Life’s Cane or the
“Grafting” ability to imbue this sock puppet with living
characteristics.
While entertaining the child, Klein’s thoughts scattered as he
considered where the marionette city needed to be “built” for
the advancement ritual.
A marionette city needs sufficient interaction to develop a
corresponding region in the spirit world. This means that it
isn’t enough to leave it in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Ignoring the fact that it’s sealed there, there’s no way of
directly connecting it to the spirit world. All I can do is rely on
the little specialness it has. Even if there’s no problem with it,
it’s difficult to create any interactivity with a place that lacks
intelligent life…
If it’s placed in the Northern and Southern Continent or the sea
colonies, I have to be careful. Before the ritual is about to
succeed, I definitely can’t expose the fact that it’s a marionette
city. Otherwise, it will be affected, damaged, or even attacked
by Zaratul, Amon, and my other enemies…
Yes, I have to give a sufficiently good reason for a marionette
city to appear. Then, there won’t be any abnormalities with the
interaction between the traveling merchants and the
surrounding humans. I have to make every marionette a living
person. They have their past, present, and future. They follow
their own trajectories of fate…
This means that a marionette city is extremely complicated. I
need to split out many Worms of Spirit to deal with it. This
also has the risk of losing control by doing so…
If they are husband and wife, they should act like husband and
wife. When faced with something they are fond of, they
should show joy. Perverts should be hated… This way,
foreigners might hear embarrassing sounds while staying in
the marionette city…
I’m still just an innocent child…
This is a large-scale reality show, or rather, a high-end version
of “playing house.” It has to be able to deceive the audience…
As Klein lampooned inwardly, he silently counted if he had
enough marionettes.
Previously, he had gone to the Forsaken Land of the Gods
several times and converted a large number of them. There
were all kinds of monsters that might not have Beyonder
characteristics. He also consciously controlled batches of rats,
cockroaches, mosquitoes, and flies, hoping to make a more
uncommon side of the city real enough.
I’m barely able to support a small city, so just a few more
visits to the Forsaken Land of the Gods would do… Just as
this thought flashed through Klein’s mind, a scene suddenly
appeared in front of him.
At the top of the Giant King’s Court which was bathed in the
light of dusk, the open door slowly and heavily closed.
This was like a pair of invisible hands closing the entrance to
the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
This… Klein’s eyes darkened as he vaguely guessed that this
scene meant that the True Creator was about to seal off the
Forsaken Land of the Gods again.
This was the prophetic power that came from his angel-level
spiritual intuition and premonition for danger.
It was about to happen a few minutes or a few seconds later.
Did the True Creator capture Amon? Or has “He” already
given up? “He” once again sealed off the Forsaken Land of the
Gods. Does “He” not want others to enter again? Isn’t this too
petty? Klein mumbled inwardly, feeling a little disappointed.
Of course, he barely had enough marionettes. Even if he
lacked them, he could make up for it at sea.
…
Backlund, Empress Borough.
Audrey had just changed her clothes and sent away her
maidservants. Just as she was about to leave, she saw Susie
walk in.
“What’s the matter? You should be out on your stroll at this
time?” As an experienced Spectator, Audrey immediately
sensed that something was amiss.
During this period of time, she had been busy making use of
the influence she had in a few foundations to help the workers,
farmers, and injured veterans with their hardships. She had
allowed them to wait for a new job opportunity or for their
plantation’s production in a new season. She had a lot less
interaction with Susie than usual.
At the same time, Audrey was secretly guiding the workers of
lower socioeconomic status from the various unions in
Backlund to gather their strength together.
Her previous experiences made her understand that counting
on the kindness of the upper class wasn’t reliable or long-
lasting. A single person appeared puny and powerless in the
face of the government, nobles, and powerful merchants. Only
by summoning the combined strength of a large number of
civilians could a balance be formed.
The Loen Kingdom had unions in different industries a long
time ago, but the upper echelons of these associations were
easily bribed. Instead, they became effective weapons against
ordinary workers.
Susie glanced at Audrey with a rather normal expression, but
her mouth seemed to be out of control. It vibrated the air and
let out a deep male voice.
“Miss Audrey, I’m the president of the Psychology
Alchemists, Eric Drake. I wish to meet you and discuss with
you about becoming a councilor of the Psychology
Alchemists. I’m at the nearby park.”
Having said that, Susie heaved a long sigh of relief and
regained her original voice.
“Audrey, there’s a strange guy looking for you. I… I can’t
remember what he looks like. H-he directly placed the words
he wanted to say into my mind island!”
Audrey’s pupils dilated slightly before immediately returning
to normal. She calmly nodded and said, “Where is he at the
park?”
As she spoke, Audrey secretly conjured a Virtual Persona and
entered Susie’s mind island through the sea of collective
subconscious. She checked if it was still distorted by some
external consciousness or knowledge.
“I don’t remember… I was having my stroll,” Susie said as
she recalled.
Then, she wagged her tail slightly and said, “I don’t think you
should go. It’s dangerous.”
After confirming that Susie didn’t have any latent problems
with her Virtual Persona, Audrey exhaled and said, “It will be
even more suspicious if I don’t go. That way, danger will be
unavoidable. It might even affect the rest of the people in the
house.”
Besides, this is also an opportunity. Just as Mr. Hanged Man
said, since the end of the world is coming, all the hard work
and attempts that will not bring disaster are meaningful…
Audrey added inwardly before saying, “I will protect myself.
“Susie, did anything happen to you just now?”
Susie barked and said, “No.
“Audrey, are you really going?”
“Yes.” Audrey gave a clear answer.
“Then can you bring me along? Just like before, I’m just a dog
in their eyes,” Susie mustered up her courage and said.
“No, there’s no need. I’ll be back very soon. Believe me, I’ll
be blessed by a deity,” Audrey replied with a faint smile.
After comforting Susie, she used her Psychological Invisibility
and left the luxurious villa like she usually did.
When she was far away, in a corner on the first floor, a servant
who was cleaning suddenly bowed his head and softly said
words that he had never learned before:
“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era…”
…
In the ancient palace above the fog.
The figure sitting in The Fool’s seat naturally looked at the
newly formed prayer light and realized that the believer was
extremely unfamiliar.
It’s identical to Miss Justice’s home environment… I can
suspect that it’s a result of guidance created by a Virtual
Persona’s invasion of the mind island… Miss Justice used this
method to avoid any surveillance and pray for blessings… The
figure quickly came to a conclusion and transferred the
corresponding situation to his true body.
A few seconds later, Klein entered Sefirah Castle and allowed
the Worms of Spirit to burrow into his body.
Miss Justice is becoming more and more like a High-Sequence
Spectator… Klein praised inwardly as he cast his gaze at the
crimson star representing Justice.
…
In the park with a lake.
As soon as Audrey entered, she saw a large carriage drive
over. The carriage driver was an ordinary middle-aged man
wearing an old hat and a dark-colored jacket.
However, in Audrey’s eyes, this carriage driver didn’t exist
because he didn’t have a corresponding island of
consciousness or mind.
In other words, the carriage driver was just an illusion, a fake,
and the controller of the carriage was the horse itself.
A few seconds later, the large carriage stopped in front of
Audrey. The door creaked open.
“Please come in.” A deep male voice came from inside.
Audrey lifted the ends of her skirt slightly and boarded the
carriage. She saw a man sitting on a black wheelchair.
His pale yellow eyebrows were long and his hair was neatly
combed back. There were some wrinkles on his forehead, and
his face was abnormally pale.
“Mr. Derlau? Aren’t you already dead?” Audrey recognized
the man in front of her and expressed her surprise perfectly.
“To a Spectator, death only represents the end of one’s
identity. In other theatrical plays, I’m still alive,” the elderly
gentleman who was sitting in a black wheelchair replied with a
smile. “Apart from the former royal family’s medical
consultant, the former chancellor of Backlund Medical School,
I’m also King of the Black Throne Barros Hopkins at sea. I’m
the famous hermit, Eric Drake, etc.
“Then how should I address you?” Audrey asked politely as
she watched the door close automatically from the corner of
her eye.
The old gentleman stroked the wheels on both sides of his
wheelchair and said, “You can call me Mr. President, or you
can continue calling me Mr. Derlau.”
He then pointed to the seat on the left side of the carriage.
“Have a seat. Let’s head somewhere first before discussing
you becoming a councilor of the Psychology Alchemists.”
Audrey nodded slightly and calmly sat down.
Without hiding anything, she cast her gaze out of the window
and was surprised to find that in the blink of an eye, the park
had turned into an unfamiliar city, one that was shrouded in
darkness.
The city was filled with extremely mysterious and beautiful
buildings that gave off a dark feeling. There were gentlemen
wearing top hats and trench coats, as well as women in
complicated and dark dresses.
As Audrey swept her gaze, she saw a gentleman with short
black hair beside a carriage, revealing sharp canine fangs in
his mouth.
This was a werewolf.
Chapter 1317 - Pride

Chapter 1317 “Pride“

“What is this place?” Audrey asked without much change in

her expression, as though she was asking about the location of
the ball tonight.
Pauli Derlau, who claimed to be the president of the
Psychology Alchemists, cast his gaze out the window as well.
He smiled and said, “This is the city in everyone’s heart.
“It’s present wherever there are people.”
Audrey nodded in thought.
“In other words, you can enter this place from any corner of
human society?”
Derlau stroked his wheelchair and said, “That’s right.”
He didn’t explain further and instead pointed at the pedestrians
outside the carriage.
“Everything here has a corresponding psychological symbol;
they are called ‘Bestial Desire.’”
Bestial Desire… Audrey repeated the word silently. As she
maintained her dignified posture, she cast her gaze even
further.
Among the pedestrians, there were werewolves, as well as
walking upright bears. There were cats with lazy expressions,
and there was a strange man with a face of a spotted spider, a
huge mouse with red eyes, a python with its tongue sticking
out, and a canine creature that studied every creature that
passed it by with eyes filled with the desire to mate…
They were either wearing a top hat and trench coat or an
exquisite and complicated long dark dress, doing their best to
imitate humans in every detail, but they were unable to truly
resemble a human.
The carriage traveled through the darkness of the night,
traveling between pedestrians and all kinds of Gothic
buildings. Soon, they arrived at a cathedral in the middle of the
city.
The cathedral was more than eighty meters tall, propped up
thanks to the numerous black columns. Each pillar was
embedded with a certain number of skulls. Some of them came
from humans, while others came from different creatures.
However, their empty eye sockets were tilted downwards, as
though they were observing at every living creature that
entered the cathedral.
Just like most buildings here, every detail in the cathedral
could be said to be exquisite, but they formed the elements
that leaned towards nightmare, horror, terror, and mystery.
After getting off the carriage, Audrey saw a grand but empty
hall through the main door.
In the depths of the hall stood a huge cross. Curled around the
cross was a grayish-white dragon statue.
Unlike ordinary cathedrals, there were no pews for believers to
pray, nor were there places for candle stands. However, in
front of the dragon statue, there was a small long table. On
both sides of the long table were five seats, and the seats at
both ends were empty.
Pauli Derlau wheeled himself to the end of the long table
where the seat of honor was. Then, he pointed to his left.
“Please take a seat.”
Audrey slowly followed behind him. She looked around and
casually pulled out a chair before sitting down.
She wasn’t too close to the president of the Psychology
Alchemists, nor was she too far away. She perfectly showed
her vigilance and didn’t show any signs of guilt.
Pauli Derlau raised his hands and clasped them together before
placing them on the surface of the long table.
“Miss Audrey, I have something to ask you.”
“Please speak.” Audrey turned her head slightly and responded
with her green eyes.
Derlau nodded slightly and said, “I would like to know how
you advanced to Sequence 4 Manipulator. Where did you get
your potion formula and Beyonder characteristic?”
Audrey replied frankly, “It was from a deal.
“A client wished to receive the help of a Spectator demigod,
and had paid the Manipulator potion formula and Beyonder
characteristic as an advance.”
Derlau immediately laughed.
“That actually happened? These generous conditions resemble
a father finding an excuse to give his daughter a present.
“Can you tell me exactly what kind of help you provided?”
“Kill another demigod. In this matter, control of one’s mind
was rather crucial.” Audrey simply explained.
Her attitude was very calm, as if she was talking about the
homework given to her by a teacher.
Derlau’s long and fluffy eyebrows twitched as he said, “And
you succeeded?”
“The results are obvious enough.” Audrey gave an answer
rather tactfully.
Derlau sized her up and realized that the noble girl on his left
was a Manipulator who could kill other demigods.
Audrey read his thoughts and added, “I was just one of the
participants.”
Derlau nodded and said, “Do you know where the client’s
Manipulator potion formula and Beyonder characteristic came
from?”
“He didn’t tell me straight with regards to this question.”
Audrey gave an answer with a sentence she had long planned
out.
“He? Can you tell me who he is?” Derlau asked after some
deliberation.
Audrey had been guarding against the other party’s Virtual
Persona from infiltrating her mind island. However, she had
yet to notice anything abnormal since the beginning.
This made her suspect that the other party didn’t need to
infiltrate her mind. All he needed to do was observe the
fluctuations of the surrounding sea of collective subconscious
to understand her true thoughts.
She didn’t make any attempts to hide and calmly replied,
“This concerns an agreement between us. I believe honoring
one’s promise is a moral standard that the entire world
approves of. And in mysticism, this comes into play at a
deeper level.”
Having said that, Audrey took the initiative to say, “If you
can’t really trust me because of my inability to mention this,
I’m willing to accept this.
“I can only remain an ordinary member and use my
contributions in exchange for the psychological research
materials that are available to me.”
Derlau smiled when he heard that.
“Everyone has their own secrets. This is very normal. What I
need to assess is whether your secret will affect the safety of
the entire Psychology Alchemists.”
He looked deeply at Audrey and said, “Then can you tell me
how you got to know such a client?”
“I remember that I once reported that, before joining the
Psychology Alchemists, I’d already come into contact with
some people in a mysticism circle and got to know a few
Beyonders,” Audrey said a truth that couldn’t be any truer.
As for what the real logical order to the answer was, it was
another matter.
Furthermore, the matter regarding Hvin Rambis’s
“disappearance” which stemmed from the investigation of
Fors and Xio was something both parties had never talked
about but had definitely acknowledged.
Derlau retracted his hands from the table and placed them by
his chest.
“There’s another thing I would like to ask: when was the last
time you met Hvin Rambis?”
Audrey frowned slightly and said, “I remember that I’ve been
asked before.”
After Hvin Rambis’s death, she didn’t immediately cut off any
contact with the Psychology Alchemists. She continued to
maintain a certain connection with the upper echelons through
Hilbert, Stephen, and Escalante. Only when the war reached
Backlund did she realize that she couldn’t contact the
members of the Psychology Alchemists cell for various
reasons.
“I need to confirm it in person,” Derlau said calmly.
Audrey nodded gently and said, “The last time I met Hvin
Rambis was in Viscount Glaint’s mansion. At that time, I
hypnotized my two Beyonder friends I knew, as per his
instructions, and asked them why they were investigating
Viscount Stratford and who the mastermind behind this was.
At that time, Councillor Hvin Rambis was nearby, ensuring
that nothing went wrong with the hypnotism. After he received
the answer, he quickly left.
“After that day, I never saw him again.”
As she answered, Audrey was still guarding against the
invasion of her mind island. However, it was calm there, and
nothing happened.
This didn’t make Audrey feel relaxed. Instead, she became
even more wary. She didn’t even dare to think about anything
related to Mr. Fool and The World Gehrman Sparrow.
She was only certain of one thing: As long as she was exposed
to danger, Mr. Fool would definitely provide her with
protection.
“It’s identical to your previous answer.” Derlau nodded slowly.
He then looked into Audrey’s green eyes and said frankly, “I
can’t use mysticism methods to trace the origins of the
Beyonder characteristic in your body. This means that the
person who provided it has an unimaginable existence behind
him.”
Audrey nodded slightly but forcefully, expressing that she
agreed with his assessment.
“I can’t force you to not cooperate with other Beyonders or
make deals. It’s unrealistic. I just hope that you can promise
not to reveal anything about the Psychology Alchemists to
anyone. At the very least, when you wish to entrust certain
missions to others, you have to package them and hide the
secrets,” Derlau said calmly as he retracted his gaze.
Audrey replied without hesitation, “I promise not to tell any
living creature that isn’t qualified to know about matters
regarding the Psychology Alchemists.”
She took the initiative to amplify the concept all the way to
that of a living being to make up for any loopholes in her
promise.
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her thoughts surface
from her mind island.
These thoughts intertwined, turning into an illusory net that
seeped into Audrey’s mind island, turning into her
subconscious.
As this “restriction net” came from Audrey’s spirituality, she
would be incapable of removing it even if she became an
angel. She would lose the intention of talking about the
Psychology Alchemists when she faced non-members of the
Psychology Alchemists or people who didn’t qualify to know
about them.
And she wouldn’t realize this.
He didn’t invade my spiritual island. Just my words alone
made the promise turn something substantial… While Audrey
was alarmed, her expression didn’t show.
Of course, she didn’t completely restrain herself, as being
surprised by such means was an instinctive reaction from a
Manipulator.
Based on this point, she suspected that either there was
something wrong with this city that existed in the heart, or that
Derlau, the Psychology Alchemists president, wasn’t just at
the level of a saint.
Seeing Audrey make her promise, Derlau pointed at the long
table in satisfaction and said, “From now on, you are a
councilor of the Psychology Alchemists.
“You can choose a persona mask as your codename.”
As he spoke, seven grayish-white masks appeared on the long
table. They were rather illusory and abnormally cold. Five of
them were placed in front of the corresponding seats, as
though they already had a master.
“The remaining two persona masks are Wrath and Pride,”
Derlau introduced. “They come from the Holy Bible of the
Creator from the Third Epoch.”
Audrey thought for a second before reaching out her hand to
the mask that didn’t contain any anger.
“I choose Pride.”
Derlau looked at her and chuckled.
“That was the choice Hvin Rambis made back then.”
Chapter 1318 - Seven Councilors

Chapter 1318 Seven Councilors

Audrey’s right hand paused for a moment before returning to

normal. She picked up the mask known as Pride.
“A 50% chance isn’t low,” she replied to Pauli Derlau simply.
This was to say that picking the mask that Hvin Rambis had
worn before wasn’t a surprising coincidence.
With that said, Audrey wore the cold gray mask on her face.
Almost instantly, she felt that she had an additional Virtual
Persona that had appeared in her mind island.
This didn’t stem from the outside world, but rather, a
magnification of what she knew to the extremes.
“They received very little education. They have to make the
right choice under my guidance.
“Not everyone has enough intelligence. On the contrary, most
people are very stupid.
“Those workers are impulsive and irrational. They are easily
enticed by tiny perks and have no foresight. Only with me
thinking for them, guiding them, and making decisions for
them can they be saved.
“They are worthy of pity, but they aren’t worth communicating
with.
“…”
These thoughts echoed in Audrey’s mind, almost making her
believe that this was the truth. After all, this was partial
feedback she had received from her previous observation and
experience. It wasn’t something that had been fabricated out of
thin air.
With a sweep of her gaze, Audrey saw herself from the smooth
surface of the long table.
On the cold gray mask, her eyes moved upwards, fixing it to
her forehead as though she could only see things high above
without a care about anything else. It was funny, strange, and
secretly horrifying.
Audrey fell silent. A few seconds later, she said in a deep
voice, “Is this Pride?”
If it wasn’t for the fact that she had long escaped her
misconceptions through the exchange between Mr. World, Mr.
Hanged Man, and Ma’am Hermit, she might’ve been truly
affected by Pride’s persona.
As for what would happen after being affected, she couldn’t
tell.
“You recovered much faster than I expected. It looks like you
haven’t lost yourself in the experience of manipulating
others,” Derlau said approvingly.
Audrey replied thoughtfully, “Mr. Hvin Rambis has always
appeared a little proud…”
Derlau clasped his hands at his chest and said, “You could
tell?”
“Only occasionally. Some details,” Audrey replied in two
short sentences.
Derlaua sighed and shook his head with a smile.
“This mask’s influence on Hvin Rambis was worse than I
expected. Besides, he usually put on a very good disguise.
“Under this premise, I don’t find it strange that he has gone
missing. His arrogance will make it impossible for him to see
the path beneath his feet. It will make him look down on
Beyonders who are weaker than him, and this will often bring
great danger.”
Audrey resisted the urge to recall Hvin Rambis’s death, and
asked in deliberation, “These seven personalities can amplify
the corresponding knowledge and emotions to help us realize
our own problems, so that we can deal with them directly. At
the same time, they will also bring some negative effects, and
unknowingly change its wearer’s personality?”
Derlau nodded slightly.
“In the mind domain, it’s very difficult to obtain external help
that’s pure and without danger. One has to have enough
internal strength to avoid the corresponding negative effects.
“You have walked the right path for you to realize this.”
Audrey was just about to take the opportunity to discuss some
questions about the mind domain when she suddenly saw a
mask on the table disappear.
She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the entrance
of the cathedral. She saw a figure walk in through the door.
This figure was wearing a three-piece formal wear suit, and he
had a half top hat in his hand. He wore the mask that had
disappeared earlier on.
The mouth on the mask was opened wide until it reached close
to the ears. Its mouth remained open, as if it wanted to
swallow everything that its eyes could see.
“This is one of the councilors of the Psychology Alchemists,
Mr. Gluttony.” Derlau did the introductions.
Following that, the remaining councilors of the Psychology
Alchemists arrived one after another. They were Mr. Lust,
Ma’am Greed, Miss Sloth, and Mr. Envy.
As a senior Spectator, Audrey was the first to notice the
difference in their masks:
Greed was similar to a Gluttony. His mouth reached his
earlobes, but it wasn’t open. Furthermore, his eyes were
closed.
Lust was similar to Pride, but its eyes were different from
ordinary people. They had sunk to the middle of their noses, as
though they were looking at people from the bottom.
Envy’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were slightly slanted, and
had a gloomy temperament.
Sloth’s eyes were tightly shut, and its mouth naturally
drooped, giving off the feeling that the wearer was sleeping.
Seeing all the councilors present, Derlau smiled and said,
“Let’s wait for another friend. He will be the seventh
councilor. Heh, eighth, I forgot to count myself.”
Just as he said that, a figure entered the cathedral’s main door.
This figure wore a shirt, vest, a black trench coat, and a half
top hat. At a glance, he was a rather fashionable gentleman.
However, after some observations, Audrey realized that there
was a huge rabbit under the human clothes. Its eyes were
bright red and its fur was snow-white.
The rabbit walked inside, one step at a time, and stopped at the
side of the long table. It happened to be beside Audrey.
“Unfortunately, you only have one choice.” Derlau smiled as
he pointed at the Wrath mask on the table.
The rabbit let out a male human voice:
“I’ve always been very gentle. It’s a good opportunity for me
to experience wrath.”
As it spoke, it picked up the persona mask and wore it on its
face.
The mask’s eyes were wide and its mouth was wide open, as
though an angry roar would shout out at any moment.
After Mr. Wrath sat down beside Audrey, Derlau clapped his
hands and said, “I formally introduce the two councilors who
will be joining our council.
“This is Miss Pride. This is Mr. Wrath. They are both
demigods and have deep attainments in the domain of the
mind.
“In addition, Miss Pride will be in charge of the greater
Backlund area of the Loen Kingdom.”
Upon saying that, Derlau looked at Audrey and said, “You
might not be aware, but we are rooted in the masses of
psychologists, psychiatrists, and the corresponding
aficionados. Our strength is mainly concentrated in large cities
and not small cities and villages. Therefore, every councilor is
responsible for a city and the surrounding area.”
Then, Derlau continued, “Mr. Wrath is in charge of the
Lenburg capital, Azshara;
“Mr. Lust is in charge of the Intis capital, Trier;
“Ma’am Greed is in charge of the Feysac capital, St. Millom;
“Miss Sloth is in charge of the Feynapotter capital,
Feynapotter City.
“Mr. Envy is in charge of the Intis Republic’s Tilisi City;
“Mr. Gluttony is in charge of the Loen Kingdom’s Constant
City.”
After the introduction, Derlau added, “Our Psychology
Alchemists’ mission is exploration, discovery, and research.
We do not care about affecting the scope, member numbers,
resources, etc. Therefore, we do not have any councilors in the
Fog Sea, the Berserk Sea, the Sonia Sea, and the Southern
Continent. Of course, there will often be members who go out
to the sea to explore the ruins of the Southern Continent in
search of ancient history. Heh heh, I forgot that I’m the King
of the Black Throne on the Five Seas.”
St. Millom, Constant, Tilisi… Nearly half of the councilors of
the Psychology Alchemists are in the Midseashire region…
Audrey acutely sensed a problem.
She came from a noble family, and had received good
education since she was young. She was no stranger to the
geographical location of every city in the Northern Continent.
She knew that Feysac’s St. Millom, Loen’s Constant, and
Intis’s Tilisi were big coastal cities of Midseashire.
Although they couldn’t compare to the three major cities of
Backlund, Trier, and Feynapotter City, each of them was quite
large. Furthermore, there were many medium-sized cities
around them. This made the Midseashire coast become the
most vibrant economic zone in the Northern Continent, an area
with the biggest population.
Under such circumstances, it wasn’t too surprising that the
focus of the Psychology Alchemists was placed on
Midseashire. Audrey generally didn’t think that the
Psychology Alchemists weren’t too interested in expansion.
After the councilors got to know each other, Derlau turned his
head and said to Audrey, “Miss Pride, due to the war,
Backlund’s Psychology Alchemists suffered great losses. We
have lost contact with many of the members. I will give you a
specific list in the future. You will be in charge of confirming
the whereabouts of the members and then organize them again.
“In this process, I suggest that you don’t use your real image
and name to finish the tasks. Create a virtual identity to
complete them. Hvin Rambis didn’t do well in this aspect. I
think he’s a little too proud.”
Audrey nodded slightly and agreed.
Derlau retracted his gaze and said, “The second thing to
discuss today is the whereabouts of the mind dragon in East
Chester County of the Loen Kingdom.
“The dragon worshiping customs of the Hartlarkh village
haven’t been weakened in the past two years. I suspect that the
mind dragon is still influencing it in some way. Perhaps we
can use it to find its whereabouts.
“Who is willing to handle this matter?”
After raising the question, he recalled that the newly joined
Miss Pride and Mr. Wrath didn’t have enough knowledge of
the corresponding situation. He simply explained the
explorations the Psychology Alchemists had previously done,
as well as the problems that his entire archaeological team
members encountered.
Audrey had actually participated in some matters in the early
stages. Now that she had a suitable reason to intervene, she
couldn’t help but feel her heart palpitate.
It wasn’t that she really wanted to hunt the mind dragon, but
rather, she wanted to communicate with it and grasp more
knowledge and secrets of the mind domain.
However, she wasn’t in a hurry to raise her hand. As a
councilor participating in the council for the first time, she
would rather miss an opportunity than be eager to showcase
herself.
“This is Loen’s matter. It’s not suitable for us to interfere.” Mr.
Lust surveyed the area and said, “Unless Miss Pride and Mr.
Gluttony don’t have the time for it.”
Audrey waited for a few more seconds. Seeing that the
Gluttony didn’t say anything, she looked at Derlau and said, “I
will try to investigate, but I need more detailed information.”

Chapter 1318 Seven Councilors

Audrey’s right hand paused for a moment before returning to

normal. She picked up the mask known as Pride.
“A 50% chance isn’t low,” she replied to Pauli Derlau simply.
This was to say that picking the mask that Hvin Rambis had
worn before wasn’t a surprising coincidence.
With that said, Audrey wore the cold gray mask on her face.
Almost instantly, she felt that she had an additional Virtual
Persona that had appeared in her mind island.
This didn’t stem from the outside world, but rather, a
magnification of what she knew to the extremes.
“They received very little education. They have to make the
right choice under my guidance.
“Not everyone has enough intelligence. On the contrary, most
people are very stupid.
“Those workers are impulsive and irrational. They are easily
enticed by tiny perks and have no foresight. Only with me
thinking for them, guiding them, and making decisions for
them can they be saved.
“They are worthy of pity, but they aren’t worth communicating
with.
“…”
These thoughts echoed in Audrey’s mind, almost making her
believe that this was the truth. After all, this was partial
feedback she had received from her previous observation and
experience. It wasn’t something that had been fabricated out of
thin air.
With a sweep of her gaze, Audrey saw herself from the smooth
surface of the long table.
On the cold gray mask, her eyes moved upwards, fixing it to
her forehead as though she could only see things high above
without a care about anything else. It was funny, strange, and
secretly horrifying.
Audrey fell silent. A few seconds later, she said in a deep
voice, “Is this Pride?”
If it wasn’t for the fact that she had long escaped her
misconceptions through the exchange between Mr. World, Mr.
Hanged Man, and Ma’am Hermit, she might’ve been truly
affected by Pride’s persona.
As for what would happen after being affected, she couldn’t
tell.
“You recovered much faster than I expected. It looks like you
haven’t lost yourself in the experience of manipulating
others,” Derlau said approvingly.
Audrey replied thoughtfully, “Mr. Hvin Rambis has always
appeared a little proud…”
Derlau clasped his hands at his chest and said, “You could
tell?”
“Only occasionally. Some details,” Audrey replied in two
short sentences.
Derlaua sighed and shook his head with a smile.
“This mask’s influence on Hvin Rambis was worse than I
expected. Besides, he usually put on a very good disguise.
“Under this premise, I don’t find it strange that he has gone
missing. His arrogance will make it impossible for him to see
the path beneath his feet. It will make him look down on
Beyonders who are weaker than him, and this will often bring
great danger.”
Audrey resisted the urge to recall Hvin Rambis’s death, and
asked in deliberation, “These seven personalities can amplify
the corresponding knowledge and emotions to help us realize
our own problems, so that we can deal with them directly. At
the same time, they will also bring some negative effects, and
unknowingly change its wearer’s personality?”
Derlau nodded slightly.
“In the mind domain, it’s very difficult to obtain external help
that’s pure and without danger. One has to have enough
internal strength to avoid the corresponding negative effects.
“You have walked the right path for you to realize this.”
Audrey was just about to take the opportunity to discuss some
questions about the mind domain when she suddenly saw a
mask on the table disappear.
She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the entrance
of the cathedral. She saw a figure walk in through the door.
This figure was wearing a three-piece formal wear suit, and he
had a half top hat in his hand. He wore the mask that had
disappeared earlier on.
The mouth on the mask was opened wide until it reached close
to the ears. Its mouth remained open, as if it wanted to
swallow everything that its eyes could see.
“This is one of the councilors of the Psychology Alchemists,
Mr. Gluttony.” Derlau did the introductions.
Following that, the remaining councilors of the Psychology
Alchemists arrived one after another. They were Mr. Lust,
Ma’am Greed, Miss Sloth, and Mr. Envy.
As a senior Spectator, Audrey was the first to notice the
difference in their masks:
Greed was similar to a Gluttony. His mouth reached his
earlobes, but it wasn’t open. Furthermore, his eyes were
closed.
Lust was similar to Pride, but its eyes were different from
ordinary people. They had sunk to the middle of their noses, as
though they were looking at people from the bottom.
Envy’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were slightly slanted, and
had a gloomy temperament.
Sloth’s eyes were tightly shut, and its mouth naturally
drooped, giving off the feeling that the wearer was sleeping.
Seeing all the councilors present, Derlau smiled and said,
“Let’s wait for another friend. He will be the seventh
councilor. Heh, eighth, I forgot to count myself.”
Just as he said that, a figure entered the cathedral’s main door.
This figure wore a shirt, vest, a black trench coat, and a half
top hat. At a glance, he was a rather fashionable gentleman.
However, after some observations, Audrey realized that there
was a huge rabbit under the human clothes. Its eyes were
bright red and its fur was snow-white.
The rabbit walked inside, one step at a time, and stopped at the
side of the long table. It happened to be beside Audrey.
“Unfortunately, you only have one choice.” Derlau smiled as
he pointed at the Wrath mask on the table.
The rabbit let out a male human voice:
“I’ve always been very gentle. It’s a good opportunity for me
to experience wrath.”
As it spoke, it picked up the persona mask and wore it on its
face.
The mask’s eyes were wide and its mouth was wide open, as
though an angry roar would shout out at any moment.
After Mr. Wrath sat down beside Audrey, Derlau clapped his
hands and said, “I formally introduce the two councilors who
will be joining our council.
“This is Miss Pride. This is Mr. Wrath. They are both
demigods and have deep attainments in the domain of the
mind.
“In addition, Miss Pride will be in charge of the greater
Backlund area of the Loen Kingdom.”
Upon saying that, Derlau looked at Audrey and said, “You
might not be aware, but we are rooted in the masses of
psychologists, psychiatrists, and the corresponding
aficionados. Our strength is mainly concentrated in large cities
and not small cities and villages. Therefore, every councilor is
responsible for a city and the surrounding area.”
Then, Derlau continued, “Mr. Wrath is in charge of the
Lenburg capital, Azshara;
“Mr. Lust is in charge of the Intis capital, Trier;
“Ma’am Greed is in charge of the Feysac capital, St. Millom;
“Miss Sloth is in charge of the Feynapotter capital,
Feynapotter City.
“Mr. Envy is in charge of the Intis Republic’s Tilisi City;
“Mr. Gluttony is in charge of the Loen Kingdom’s Constant
City.”
After the introduction, Derlau added, “Our Psychology
Alchemists’ mission is exploration, discovery, and research.
We do not care about affecting the scope, member numbers,
resources, etc. Therefore, we do not have any councilors in the
Fog Sea, the Berserk Sea, the Sonia Sea, and the Southern
Continent. Of course, there will often be members who go out
to the sea to explore the ruins of the Southern Continent in
search of ancient history. Heh heh, I forgot that I’m the King
of the Black Throne on the Five Seas.”
St. Millom, Constant, Tilisi… Nearly half of the councilors of
the Psychology Alchemists are in the Midseashire region…
Audrey acutely sensed a problem.
She came from a noble family, and had received good
education since she was young. She was no stranger to the
geographical location of every city in the Northern Continent.
She knew that Feysac’s St. Millom, Loen’s Constant, and
Intis’s Tilisi were big coastal cities of Midseashire.
Although they couldn’t compare to the three major cities of
Backlund, Trier, and Feynapotter City, each of them was quite
large. Furthermore, there were many medium-sized cities
around them. This made the Midseashire coast become the
most vibrant economic zone in the Northern Continent, an area
with the biggest population.
Under such circumstances, it wasn’t too surprising that the
focus of the Psychology Alchemists was placed on
Midseashire. Audrey generally didn’t think that the
Psychology Alchemists weren’t too interested in expansion.
After the councilors got to know each other, Derlau turned his
head and said to Audrey, “Miss Pride, due to the war,
Backlund’s Psychology Alchemists suffered great losses. We
have lost contact with many of the members. I will give you a
specific list in the future. You will be in charge of confirming
the whereabouts of the members and then organize them again.
“In this process, I suggest that you don’t use your real image
and name to finish the tasks. Create a virtual identity to
complete them. Hvin Rambis didn’t do well in this aspect. I
think he’s a little too proud.”
Audrey nodded slightly and agreed.
Derlau retracted his gaze and said, “The second thing to
discuss today is the whereabouts of the mind dragon in East
Chester County of the Loen Kingdom.
“The dragon worshiping customs of the Hartlarkh village
haven’t been weakened in the past two years. I suspect that the
mind dragon is still influencing it in some way. Perhaps we
can use it to find its whereabouts.
“Who is willing to handle this matter?”
After raising the question, he recalled that the newly joined
Miss Pride and Mr. Wrath didn’t have enough knowledge of
the corresponding situation. He simply explained the
explorations the Psychology Alchemists had previously done,
as well as the problems that his entire archaeological team
members encountered.
Audrey had actually participated in some matters in the early
stages. Now that she had a suitable reason to intervene, she
couldn’t help but feel her heart palpitate.
It wasn’t that she really wanted to hunt the mind dragon, but
rather, she wanted to communicate with it and grasp more
knowledge and secrets of the mind domain.
However, she wasn’t in a hurry to raise her hand. As a
councilor participating in the council for the first time, she
would rather miss an opportunity than be eager to showcase
herself.
“This is Loen’s matter. It’s not suitable for us to interfere.” Mr.
Lust surveyed the area and said, “Unless Miss Pride and Mr.
Gluttony don’t have the time for it.”
Audrey waited for a few more seconds. Seeing that the
Gluttony didn’t say anything, she looked at Derlau and said, “I
will try to investigate, but I need more detailed information.”
Chapter 1319 - Life-Preserving Incantation

Chapter 1319 Life-Preserving Incantation

Seeing that Audrey was willing to attempt the investigation

mission, Derlau nodded and said, “I’ll give you the detailed
information later, but I have to warn you that this matter is
rather dangerous. You must not be careless.”
Upon saying that, Derlau paused for a moment and said, “If
you encounter an accident, and you can’t solve it by relying on
yourself. You can try to say a name. This will bring you
salvation.”
“What name?” Audrey asked as she had a guess in mind.
Derlau’s expression immediately turned solemn.
“It comes from the Holy Bible of the Third Epoch’s Creator. It
involves the highest mystery of the mind domain, and it has a
close relationship with something of the Psychology
Alchemists.
“It’s ‘Adam.’”
Adam… Audrey didn’t find it surprising at all, but she showed
her puzzlement on the surface, as though she didn’t know what
this name meant.
Derlau didn’t explain and instead said, “As a councilor, you
should be in charge of a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. However,
you and Wrath have just joined the ranks, so there must be an
observation period first. Besides, the former committee
member of the Backlund region, Hvin Rambis, has lost a
rather important Sealed Artifact. We are considering whether
we should change the usage method of Sealed Artifacts and
allow usage only via an application.
“In other words, all the Sealed Artifacts will be kept in this
mind city. You usually won’t hold onto them, and can only use
them temporarily after an application for particular incidents.”
The woman in charge of Feysac’s capital’s St. Millom
immediately shook her head.
“There is a very serious flaw in this method. That is that we
are unable to deal with any sudden accidents. Be it enemies or
monsters, once we encounter them, we will not have the time
to apply and retrieve the Sealed Artifact.
“I believe that the current method is good enough. Everyone
wields a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact to deal with accidents. When
there’s a need, we can apply for other items.”
Derlau laughed and said, “This was indeed better in the past.
But now, you don’t have to worry.
“As long as you have the chance to resist an accident, then you
can directly enter this mind city to avoid the enemy and obtain
the item.
“If there’s no chance, just as I said, reciting the name ‘Adam’
will do.”
You said “Adam” twice. That entity is probably already
watching. No, “He” might have been watching from the very
beginning… Audrey’s heart almost beat faster when she heard
that.
“Then how do we enter without your invitation?” Mr. Envy
asked as he nodded.
Derlau pointed at his face and said, “From this council
meeting forth, you can take your persona mask out of this city.
“No matter where you are, as long as there are at least two
humans around you, yes, other than you, you will be able to
wear the corresponding persona mask and enter the city.
“And these seven masks are illusory. They are closely
connected to what you know, and there’s no need to store them
in a special way. With just a thought, you will be able to take
them out of the sea of collective subconscious.”
At that moment, the man, who was wearing the Gluttony mask
and exuded a feeling that he was lost in indulgence, thought
for a while and said, “Will bringing the persona mask out of
this city affect our mental state and true personality?”
“There will be some effects that need attention. But I believe
that you are all experts in the mind domain. You have the
ability to resolve problems in this aspect,” Derlau said frankly.
Audrey was a little worried that these seven persona masks
had something to do with Adam, but she didn’t dare think
about it in the mind city. She forced herself to rein in her
thoughts and replied to what Derlau had said before, “I can
accept the two safekeeping methods of the Grade 1 Sealed
Artifact. I’ll patiently wait for the probationary period to end.”
“Miss, you aren’t proud,” Miss Sloth, who looked like she was
sleeping, commented with a smile.
After discussing the mind dragon in East Chester County, the
other five councilors began introducing things that were worth
paying attention to in their respective areas as an exchange of
information.
During this process, Mr. Gluttony, who seemed to be capable
of eating an entire cow at any moment and wore ten rings,
said, “The Constant region hasn’t been peaceful recently.
There have been many miracles happening one after another.
“First, Constant City was rebuilt overnight. Second, Belltaine
City’s citizens collectively lost their memories of a certain
period of time. Third, a powerful archmage who grants the
wishes of others for pleasure has been wandering the eastern
shore of the Midseashire. He’s called Merlin Hermes. Related
to this, there’s an item known as the ‘Fully Automatic Wishing
Machine.’
“Other than that, I also noticed something strange. Many rats,
cockroaches, and crows in Constant City have lost their souls,
days after the city was miraculously restored.”
“Why were you able to sense this problem?” Mr. Lust looked
up at Gluttony from the bottom.
Gluttony gulped and said, “I’ve been researching the mind
problems of ordinary creatures recently. Rats, cockroaches,
and crows are my experimental subjects.”
The councilors immediately started discussing the direction of
this research before the meeting officially entered the third
stage.
Their academic exchange enriched Audrey’s knowledge quite
a bit. She listened very seriously and would occasionally share
her thoughts and insights.
“Alright, this conference will end here.” After a while, Derlau
clapped his hands.
Audrey subconsciously wanted to stand up and lead the other
councilors into bowing and bidding farewell. However, she
quickly came to her senses and continued sitting there, being
the penultimate person to stand up.
Before leaving, she asked curiously, “Mr. President, does this
city have a name?”
“Yes.” Derlau laughed. “The Garden of Eden.”
Garden of Eden… Audrey saw that the other councillors were
walking towards the door and asked thoughtfully, “There are
many cathedrals here. They should represent a faith. Uh, I
wonder which existence the ‘residents’ here believe in?”
Derlau nodded and replied solemnly, “The omnipotent and
omniscient Creator.”
…
Garden of Eden… The omnipotent and omniscient Creator…
If this wasn’t created by Adam, I’ll write my name backward!
Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace, Klein looked at
the crimson star representing Miss Justice and silently
muttered to himself.
In addition, to recite “Adam” when faced with danger as a
response would indicate a problem without concealing
anything.
Ever since Miss Justice entered the Garden of Eden, the true
vision provided by Sefirah Castle had been suppressed. Klein
could only use Audrey’s point of view to observe the
surroundings, just like how Queen Mystic Bernadette’s fixed
viewpoint back on the primitive island. To a certain extent,
this also showed the status of the mind city, Garden of Eden.
Klein gently tapped the edge of the long mottled table and
conjured a pen and paper to write his thoughts.
This wasn’t something he couldn’t analyze based on his own
thinking. Instead, when facing an existence like Adam, he
needed to repeatedly ponder and analyze the details. Thus, the
words that formed on the paper helped him to read them back
and forth so as to notice and make up any missing details.
“Basic premise; Adam has already advanced to Sequence 0
using the full-scale war from before. By becoming a true god,
‘He’ can be known as a Visionary.
“Miss Justice happened to become a Sequence 4 Manipulator
after Hvin Rambis’s death. She may be able to convince
others, but she can’t convince Adam.
“What does Adam want? Setting up a Sequence 4 saint doesn’t
match ‘His’ identity as a Visionary unless ‘He’ has another
ploy up ‘His’ sleeves…
“His real target is the mind dragon, or is it me who’s backing
Miss Justice?
“Care and vigilance must be enhanced on this matter. We must
not be careless.
“In the Garden of Eden, the cathedral that the Psychology
Alchemists councilors were using is similar to Adam’s corpse
cathedral. However, it’s only a little similar. The stone
columns on its exterior are inlaid with several skulls. There is
no corresponding layout inside, and the color is dark-black and
very gloomy. What does this mean?
“What does that grayish-white dragon coiling around the huge
cross symbolize? The first step in resurrecting the Creator has
been successful?
“Uh, Adam is already a Visionary. If ‘His’ father or the
original Creator returns, ‘He’ would be the first one to be
unlucky. ‘He’ is willing to sacrifice ‘Himself’? This is the
meaning of being ‘zealous’?
“That rabbit is suspected to be Hermes… However, as an
angel of the Spectator pathway, it doesn’t make sense for
‘Him’ to not be able to remove Miss Messenger’s
transformation curse after so long, especially since ‘He’ has a
Visionary who can provide help… Hmm, did Hermes do it on
purpose?
“Yes, the president of the Psychology Alchemists, Derlau,
mentioned that to the Spectator, death only represented the end
of one’s identity. He can still participate in other theatrical
plays in other aspects as another identity…
“By combining them together, does this mean that once the
Spectator pathway reaches Sequence 3 or Sequence 2, they
can separate the identities they once held and make them
become living people? And even if these identities were to die,
it wouldn’t lead to the deaths of their real bodies?
“It does look like the preamble to becoming a Visionary…
“Hmm, the rabbit that Hermes turned into after being cursed
was separated as an identity which later directly participated in
the Psychology Alchemists? What does ‘He’ want to do? Back
then, when the Twilight Hermit Order communicated, ‘He’
was sitting beside the Emperor…”
After Klein was done writing, he put down his fountain pen
and carefully read the contents a few times, his heart clouded
with mystery and puzzlement.
In the end, he could only decide to continue observing and be
vigilant.
And at this moment, Audrey had already taken the carriage she
used, exited the Garden of Eden, and returned to the park in
Empress Borough with the man-made lake.
She wasn’t in a rush to pray to Mr. Fool, hoping that there
would be a better way to seal the Pride mask. She returned to
her luxurious villa as though nothing had happened.
Chapter 1320 - Mind Mail
Chapter 1320 Mind Mail
Susie was sitting by the door, waiting for Audrey to return.
At that moment, the golden retriever immediately went up to
her as soon as she saw her approach. She even gave a rather
talented showcase of her acting by barking and wagging her
tail.
She didn’t ask on the spot; instead, she kept accompanying
Audrey back to her bedroom before asking in concern, “Is it
over?”
Audrey tersely acknowledged, indicating that there was no
problem.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” Susie pressed.
“Not yet.” Audrey shook her head slightly.
Due to Susie’s concern, she instinctively recalled her previous
experience, but to her surprise, she realized that she couldn’t
recall the image and name of the Psychology Alchemists
president. To recall even the information that she had learned
from The World Gehrman Sparrow, she had to focus quite a
bit.
To be frank, in front of Beyonders below the demigod level,
she could do similar feats as a Manipulator. However, to
influence a saint in the mind domain and make it impossible
for them to sense it was almost impossible unless the other
party was hypnotized, unconscious, or enslaved.
That gentleman’s level is probably higher than I expected…
Audrey controlled her emotions and calmly made a certain
judgment.
She gave Susie a look and got the golden retriever to stand
guard outside the door. In her mind, she outlined the character
mask that represented Pride.
Just as she was thinking about this, she felt a slight fluctuation
in the sea of collective subconscious around her.
With just a thought, Audrey reached out her left hand and
grabbed it. She took out an abnormally cold, illusory grayish-
white mask.
As long as I seriously think about it, will this Pride mask come
to my side? Or should I say that it has already existed in my
subconscious and has been following me? As Audrey carefully
examined her mind island, she signaled with a thought that
made the Pride mask vanish.
The ice-cold, illusory grayish-white mask quickly turned
transparent and melted into the surrounding sea of collective
subconscious.
Audrey still couldn’t determine where this Pride mask had
gone. Why did it appear in such a timely manner each time?
This made her increasingly wary. She decided to pray to Mr.
Fool and make the wish of sealing the mask.
Just as she was thinking of doing a few more experiments to
obtain more knowledge from Pride, she saw the sea of
collective subconscious begin to resonate without using her
Manipulator Beyonder powers.
A beam of light came from afar as it grew larger and more
obvious. Finally, it turned into an illusory letter.
This letter stopped in front of Audrey’s mind island as though
it was searching for a path to complete the “delivery.”
Audrey naturally wouldn’t let any foreign object enter her
mind world. She hurriedly reached out her left hand and
touched the illusory letter.
Seeing that her fingers were about to touch the surface of the
letter, Audrey suddenly stopped.
Her experience and intelligence told her at the same time:
Don’t touch anything in the mysticism world rashly. This was
especially so for the mind domain. Otherwise, it would easily
lead to corruption and produce mental problems!
With this in mind, Audrey produced a Virtual Persona and put
on the black long-veiled glove, Hand of Horror.
After making the necessary preparations, she reached out to
grab the illusory letter and watched as it peeled away its outer
layer and flipped over one page at a time.
This was all the information related to the mind dragon in East
Chester County.
To use the sea of collective subconscious to transmit
information… The higher-ups of the Spectator pathway are
truly amazing… As a Manipulator, Audrey had been trying her
best to maintain her initial yearning towards the mysticism
world. It was a pure and innocent pursuit of “dreams” and
“magic.”
This was one of the ways to prevent herself from losing herself
in the “Manipulating” experience of things, and not be
assimilated by the sea of collective subconscious.
After flipping through all the information, Audrey let the
illusory letter melt into the sea of collective subconscious.
She was still in no hurry to pray to Mr. Fool. According to her
previous arrangements, she went out to be busy over other
things.
At dusk, before the banquet at home began, she found some
time to quickly make a prayer in her bedroom and make a
wish.
In the next second, Audrey saw the grayish-white Pride appear
from the sea of collective subconscious in front of her. The
illusory feeling slowly vanished as a tiny amount of metallic
luster flashed.
For some reason, this persona mask had a certain substantial
feel to it as though it was bordering between illusory and
realism.
This meant that it was isolated from Audrey’s mind island in a
physical sense.
Of course, it also lost the ability to return to the sea of
collective subconscious.
Audrey held Pride and attempted to remove Lie that had
turned into an emerald necklace, overlapping the two together.
Just as she had expected, the half-illusory, half-real Pride
embedded itself into Lie, turning into a blob of patterns that
roughly looked like a human face.
In the future, I’ll use this method to carry it with me. I won’t
allow the persona mask to have any contact with my mind or
body until I need to use it… Audrey’s mind raced as she
sincerely thanked Mr. Fool.
She then left for the banquet hall.
Along the way, she met her father, Earl Hall.
“Good news.” Earl Hall laughed.
Audrey didn’t hide her surprise.
“Alfred’s coming back?”
This was her other brother.
“You actually guessed it?” Earl Hall said in surprise, “In the
next half of the year, he will return to Backlund as a general.”
Half a year… Susie is already a Dreamwalker… Audrey
thought for a moment and asked, “Father, when are we
returning to East Chester County?”
As the war had just ended and there were many things in the
kingdom that needed to be done, the nobles didn’t return to
their respective fiefs during New Year’s. They remained in
Backlund all this time. It was already the end of February.
Earl Hall nodded and said, “About April.”
…
In the ancient palace above the fog.
Mind Mail… Be careful of viruses, don’t click on them
without thought… As Klein sighed, he threw the curtain that
represented the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder
characteristic back into the junk pile, allowing it to cover all
the items there.
He had just fulfilled Miss Justice’s wish using the “Grafting”
ability he named. He connected the illusory concept of the
persona mask to an ordinary metal mask, and he gave the
Worms of Spirit, who were on duty at Sefirah Castle, an order
to recharge the powers from time to time to prolong the
“Grafting” effect.
From the description of Mr. Gluttony from the Psychology
Alchemists, Zaratul seems to have found Constant City. I have
to be even more careful… Klein tapped the edge of the long
mottled table with his finger, causing Worms of Spirit to
appear from his body.
His figure vanished from Sefirah Castle.
…
Winter County, Amantha mountain range, Cathedral of
Serenity.
Leonard obtained a document from the Pope.
This was the first thing he was responsible for after becoming
a high-ranking deacon.
After returning to his room, Leonard leisurely leaned back and
placed his feet on the desk. Then, he opened the document in
his hand and began reading.
A wandering magician, Merlin Hermes, grants the wishes of
others for pleasure… The newly rebuilt Constant City… Fully
Automatic Wishing Machine… Sequence 4 of the Seer
pathway is Bizarro Sorcerer, Sequence 3 is Scholar of Yore,
and Sequence 2 is Miracle Invoker…
Leonard read until he suddenly fell silent.
After a few seconds, he suppressed his voice and asked, “Old
Man, how many angels of the Seer pathway are active across
the land?”
Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
“This is acting. There should only be one Miracle Invoker who
still needs to act.
“You should know who I’m talking about.”
Leonard looked at the information in his hand again and
mumbled, “He’s having quite a good time…”
He had already decided that the main purpose of this mission
was to act as a Nightwatcher and digest his potion. He could
also travel in passing. As for handling the matter, what
mattered was to find a reasonable explanation.
After flipping through the thick documents in boredom,
Leonard retracted his feet and stood up.
He was going to retrieve a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact that a high-
ranking deacon like him could own.
To other saints of the Church of Evernight, this was quite a
headache. This was because the negative effects of Sealed
Artifacts weren’t easily endured. It was even more so when
one needed to carry them for a long period of time. However,
if one chose a Holy Artifact that was more compatible with
him, there would be a problem of powers overlapping.
As for Leonard, he didn’t need to worry about this problem.
As long as the Sealed Artifact he was interested in had a living
characteristic, he could get Old Man’s help. By parasitizing it
with a Worm of Time, it significantly reduced the negative
effects of the Sealed Artifact, making it as obedient as the
Word of the Sea.
Therefore, the main thing to choose is its powers… Leonard
whistled and walked out of the room.
…
Monday afternoon, in the ancient palace above the gray fog.
Dark red beams shot out, materializing into different figures.
Derrick hadn’t needed to count his heartbeat for a long time.
All he needed to do was take a look at the wall clock and
calculate the time difference with Backlund to know how
much longer before the Tarot Gathering happened. At that
moment, he stood up with Miss Justice and the other members
of the Tarot Club. He bowed to the end of the long bronze
table and said, “Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.”
After taking their seats and paying their respects, Emlyn
glanced left and right and said, “I want to know if there’s
something special about the Planter and the Moon pathways
compared to the other pathways?”
After raising the question, he didn’t hide it and instead added
frankly, “I recently learned that the internal system of the
Church of Earth is different from other normal systems. It’s
split into two categories—Favored and Blessed…”
After Emlyn finished his simple description, Alger, Cattleya,
Leonard, and company looked at each other, unable to provide
a reasonable explanation.
Of course, every member present, including Derrick, could tell
that the internal system of the Church of Earth was abnormal.
At this moment, they heard a soft sigh.
This sigh seemed to come from an era more ancient than
ancient. It came from Mr. Fool, who sat at the end of the long
mottled table.
Chapter 1321 - The Six Special Pathways

Chapter 1321 The Six Special Pathways

The Fool Klein slowly surveyed the area. He didn’t provide an

explanation to everyone as they had expected. Instead, he
reined in his sigh and asked with a smile, “Where do you think
the twenty-two Beyonder pathways originate from?”
This was one of the three most important questions in
mysticism, with no consensus for the answer. Every school of
thought had its own theory; no one could convince anyone.
Cattleya deliberated for a moment before replying, “The
essence of the world is knowledge, and the essence of
knowledge is data. Humans are data, and the Beyonder
characteristics of the twenty-two pathways are data. All things
are a form of data, and this is how it was born.”
She had offered the Moses Ascetic Order’s theory, but that
was not her own point of view.
“The seven Churches believe that the Beyonder characteristic
originated from the original Creator. ‘He’ transformed into all
things, including the deities, humans, sea, land, and Beyonder
characteristics,” Leonard briefly explained. “Of course, this is
an explanation given to deacons and above. The official
Beyonders below Sequence 6 don’t need to know so much.”
Then, he glanced at Emlyn and said, “The Life School of
Thought believes that the world is split into three levels. The
material world, the world of the spirit, and the world of
absolute rationality. Beyonder characteristics are the
projections of certain things from the world of absolute
rationality into the material world and world of the spirit.
Therefore, characteristics can’t be destroyed. It only
reassembles.”
From the looks of it, the world of absolute rationality that the
Life School of Thought promotes might be referring to the
river of fate… The Fool Klein thought of Will Auceptin, but
he remained silent and didn’t interrupt the conversation
between the members of the Tarot Club.
Emlyn returned a glance at The Star and said, “As one of the
rulers of the Second Epoch, us Sanguine believe that Beyonder
characteristics do come from the original Creator. Then, the
various characteristics accumulated and produced the ancient
gods. The ancient gods then created different races.”
This was the Sanguine’s explanation for the First Epoch, and
Emlyn already had some doubts about it. After all, he had
encountered many secrets thanks to the Tarot Club.
Alger nodded slightly.
“Although there are many explanations for the origins of a
Beyonder characteristic, most of them point to the original
Creator. The orthodox Churches, Aurora Order, and the City of
Silver share such a belief.”
“In other words, Beyonder characteristics originating from the
original Creator is quite the prevalent understanding?” Audrey
asked thoughtfully.
The Psychology Alchemists mainly studied the mind world
and the sea of collective subconscious. They lacked complete
theories regarding the origins of the Beyonder characteristics.
“Roughly.” Alger didn’t conceal his views.
At this moment, The Fool Klein sighed and said, “Not all of
them.”
He didn’t proceed on to give a long story, but gave a rather
vague answer.
Not all of them… Mr. Fool means that Beyonder
characteristics indeed originate from the original Creator, but
not all of them. A small number of them are special cases? Is
this the reason for the specialness of the Planter and Moon
pathway? Alger instantly thought of a lot and grasped the
essence of the problem.
As it had nothing to do with her, Fors continued listening
leisurely. At this moment, she asked curiously, “Honorable Mr.
Fool, your meaning seems to be that most Beyonder
characteristics originated from the original Creator, and the
two pathways such as Planter and Moon are an exception.
Then where did they come from?”
The Fool Klein said simply, “The Cosmos.”
Cosmos… Emlyn was alarmed when he heard that. He
realized that the matter might be more serious than he had
imagined.
The Tarot Club had already shared the danger of the
underground corruption and the cosmos. All of the members
knew that these two concepts led to corruption simply from
understanding it.
When Audrey, Cattleya, and company looked at each other,
The Fool Klein maintained his hint of a sigh and added, “Not
just these two.”
He and the Seven Lights had always maintained their contact
and had already confirmed that six of the Beyonders of the
twenty-two Beyonder pathways belonged to Outer Deities.
“Honorable Mr. Fool, what other pathways come from the
cosmos?” Audrey habitually raised her hand and asked
curiously and warily.
The Fool Klein replied succinctly, “Prisoner, Criminal,
Lawyer, and Arbiter.”
The first two came from the Mother Tree of Desire, and the
latter two, along with the Nation of Disorder, came from the
Son of Chaos.
Chaos gave birth to order, and order came with its own
shadow.
Arbiter… Fors turned her head in surprise and glanced at Xio.
She had just thought that this matter had nothing to do with
her. She could only watch and not worry about it. Who knew
that the trouble was right at her doorstep?
Xio frowned slightly and looked at the end of the long bronze
table.
“Honorable Mr. Fool, I usually don’t sense any abnormalities,
nor have I received any divine epiphanies. Uh, other than
those from you.”
The Fool Klein smiled and said, “The Arbiter and Lawyer are
relatively better.”
According to his understanding, the influence the Son of
Chaos had on both the Arbiter and the Lawyer pathway wasn’t
deep. It was incomparable to the Mother Goddess of
Depravity’s influence on the Moon and Planter pathways, and
the Mother Tree of Desire’s influence on the Criminal and
Prisoner pathways. This Outer Deity had gone silent, as
though “He” had disappeared.
Fors and Xio secretly heaved a sigh of relief. At the same
time, they became more wary of the future.
With Mr. Fool not explaining further, Emlyn composed
himself and said, “The uniqueness of the Planter and Moon
pathway comes from the cosmos. The divine epiphanies I
sensed are likely a form of corruption?”
Alger looked at Mr. Fool at the end of the long, mottled table.
Seeing that “He” had no intention of speaking, he nodded and
said, “Probably so.”
This is a test for me… Emlyn sighed and said,
“I’ve already grasped the names of the High-Sequence potions
of the Planter and Moon pathway. I’m somewhat puzzled
about two of them.”
After becoming a Sanguine Earl and a high-ranking deacon of
the Church of Earth, he obtained the corresponding clearance
to access plenty of information that he had never been able to.
Seeing the other members of the Tarot Club look over, The
World Gehrman Sparrow raised his hand to pinch his chin.
Emlyn thought and said, “The Moon pathway is as follows:
Sequence 3—High Summoner; Sequence 2—Life-Giver;
Sequence 1—Beauty Goddess. The Planter pathway is as
follows: Sequence 3—Pallbearer; Sequence 2—Desolate
Matriarch; Sequence 1—Naturewalker.
“What I don’t understand is that the names of the two potions
—Beauty Goddess and Desolate Matriarch—have certain
gender inclinations. What are your thoughts on this?”
“…” For a moment, no one from the Tarot Club spoke. They
looked at each other and thought of a possibility.
A few seconds later, Audrey controlled her gaze and said in
deliberation, “I remember that Sequence 7 of the Assassin
pathway is called Witch. Assassins who consume this potion
become Witches.”
…This is a test for me… Emlyn’s lips moved slightly, unable
to say a word.
When he learned the name of the potions, he already had a
certain premonition, but he wasn’t willing to accept it. He
hoped that he could obtain another explanation from the Tarot
Club.
Don’t worry. You have a low chance of becoming an angel.
Even if you can, you won’t have the chance to be a Beauty
Goddess… Klein mumbled inwardly, but he didn’t say any
words of “comfort.”
Everyone fell silent. Leonard coughed and took the initiative
to say, “I’ll share some matters.”
He spoke at a moderate pace regarding Merlin Hermes, the
rebuilding of Constant City overnight, and the Fully
Automatic Wishing Machine.
As he spoke, he shot a glance at The World Klein.
The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched as he made The World
Gehrman Sparrow look ahead.
“I’ll be leaving the eastern coast of Midseashire soon.”
Eh… These were all done by Mr. World? Can he already
create such miracles? As expected of an angel, a “Him”…
Audrey recalled the information the Psychology Alchemists
councilor, Mr. Gluttony, had shared. She was both surprised
and impressed.
She didn’t use her Spectator’s powers to conceal her reaction.
This was because everyone had expressed the same emotions,
except for Mr. Star, who clearly knew about it.
Merlin Hermes… Wandering magician… Fors noted the name
deep down and secretly decided to distance herself from this
name whenever she heard it in the future.
This didn’t mean that she was still afraid of Gehrman Sparrow,
but she knew something:
It definitely wasn’t safe around Gehrman Sparrow. Something
would always be happening in some way or another.
Of course, an instinctive sense of fear was inevitable. It was
just like how a seed of “fear” sown when one was young
would remain even when one became an adult.
Granting wishes for pleasure… Fully Automatic Wishing
Machine… Is this The World Gehrman Sparrow’s “acting”?
Alger and Cattleya had similar thoughts simultaneously
flashing through their minds. Then, they thought of something:
Ever since some time ago, Mr. Fool had made everyone pray
to “Him” in the form of a wish before granting them.
“He” is helping The World digest the potion, or is it that “He”
and The World are from the same pathway? After “He”
awoke, “He” also exhibits similar characteristics? Little Sun
said before that Mr. Fool’s actions were a miracle, allowing
the city’s residents to directly move from the Forsaken Land of
the Gods to outside Bayam City… With the fact that The
World Gehrman Sparrow is still acting, this shouldn’t be
something he can do… Alger nodded indiscernibly as he made
a guess about the pathway Mr. Fool was in.
About to leave the eastern coast of Midseashire? Then my
investigation will be even easier. I can just come up with a
simple conclusion. At most, I can just directly report that
Gehrman Sparrow has become a Miracle Invoker and is
acting… Anyway, the people who should know are already
aware… Leonard mumbled silently and didn’t ask further.
At this moment, The World Gehrman Sparrow looked around
and asked, “What do you know about the King of the Black
Throne, Barros Hopkins?”
Chapter 1322 - Hold Off On Something Unresolvable

Chapter 1322 Hold Off On Something Unresolvable

Upon hearing The World Gehrman Sparrow’s question, the

other members of the Tarot Club had three reactions:
“Who is that? I seem to have heard of him… He’s one of the
Four Kings?”
“Who is that? Why haven’t I heard of him before…”
“Oh, I forgot to ask about the Psychology Alchemists. I was
planning on using a more tactful method to seek some
suggestions…”
The first reaction came from Alger, Cattleya, and Fors, who
had lived at sea for a period of time. The second reaction came
from Leonard, Emlyn, Xio, and Derrick. The third reaction
belonged to Audrey alone.
Getting no answers, The World Gehrman Sparrow didn’t ask
further. His main goal was to use this as a reminder for Miss
Justice to bring up the matter for discussion in a way that
could bypass the promise she made.
Of course, if Miss Justice were to seek help from Mr. Fool,
Klein would also use “Grafting” to temporarily connect the
bindings formed from her subconscious to a paper figurine,
providing her with a period of time that she could freely
recount things.
This was also a high-level application of Paper Figurine
Substitutes. With Klein’s current level, he could easily do it
within Sefirah Castle. If he were in the real world, he would
have to rely on the Worms of Spirit above the gray fog to
control the “curtain” and provide responses.
At that moment, Audrey thought for a moment and said, “Do
you still remember that I once pursued the whereabouts of a
mind dragon and went to a place where they had customs of
worshiping dragons?”
Alger, Cattleya, and company nodded. Only Leonard and Xio
expressed their lack of knowledge of this matter.
As this wasn’t an important matter, Fors didn’t mention it
when she first briefed Xio of the “general knowledge.” After
that, she was frightened by Angel of Imagination Adam, and
rarely talked about the secrets shared by the Tarot Club in the
real world.
Audrey deliberated for a moment before continuing, “It’s been
almost two years. A secret organization that doesn’t trust me
too much suddenly mentioned this matter and has entrusted me
with further investigations. They said it’s a form of
observation. What motives do they have?”
She didn’t think it was a coincidence.
Emlyn recovered and laughed.
“This should be a test.”
To him, he was still very far from reaching Sequence 1 Beauty
Goddess, and he had no intention of transferring to the Planter
pathway. Therefore, he didn’t need to worry about the
corresponding problems for a long period of time. There was
no need to worry too much about it.
Emlyn’s ability to say the word “test” shows how much he has
improved… Of course, this is also because the Sanguine has
done too many similar things to him, having to trouble Mr.
Hanged Man into telling him that “this is a test”… The Fool
Klein was very satisfied with Emlyn’s answer.
Of course, he didn’t believe that the answer was correct. He
only felt that Emlyn’s ability to think up to this level was
already pretty remarkable.
Audrey said disapprovingly, “I suspect that they already know
that I’m problematic. They even know where my problem is
and which faction is involved. There’s no need to test me
further.”
After leaving the Garden of Eden, she had been thinking a lot.
She remembered that Mr. World had once said that the
Twilight Hermit Order wanted a war that would sweep the
entire world.
Based on the current situation, this goal has been achieved in
the past year.
In other words, the Twilight Hermit Order or Angel of
Imagination Adam must’ve used this opportunity to gain quite
a number of benefits and experience the corresponding
growth.
And before that, Mr. Fool informed them that Adam was ever
closer to the level of a deity.
Combining all this information, Audrey had a preliminary
judgment that Angel of Imagination Adam had a high chance
of already reaching the divine throne and becoming a
Sequence 0 Visionary.
Even if “He” wasn’t there yet, “He” wasn’t too far!
If such a deity who wielded the mind domain cast “His” gaze
over, Audrey didn’t believe that her secret could be hidden.
At present, she could only console herself that the leader of the
Twilight Hermit Order, the mastermind behind the Psychology
Alchemists wouldn’t place too much importance on a
Sequence 4 Manipulator. On the one hand, she had made all
sorts of preparations to deal with the possible “accidents.”
“Perhaps that organization is trying to figure how many
members we have in the Tarot Club and what their identities
are,” Emlyn replied with a smile as he continued on his train
of thought.
Audrey thought for a moment and nodded.
“That possibility can’t be ruled out.”
As she said this, she shot a glance at the end of the long,
mottled table and realized that Mr. Fool was only listening to
her leisurely without giving her the correct answer.
This made her feel a lot more at ease. At the same time, she
silently decided that she had to be more careful. She had to be
able to resolve problems herself, having already reached
Sequence 4.
In any Orthodox Church or secret organization, Sequence 4
was the strongest person in control of an area.
At this moment, Alger, who had heard their conversation,
proposed a brand new possibility:
“If that secret organization really doesn’t trust you, then it
might be an excuse for them to do an observation. Their main
goal is to cooperate with us, the Tarot Club, and Mr. Fool.”
He didn’t know why Miss Justice didn’t mention the
Psychology Alchemists directly. All he could do was carefully
go along with her.
Hmm… This is equivalent to me becoming an ambassador of
the Tarot Club to the Psychology Alchemists? Audrey nodded
slightly and said, “That’s also possible.
“Then what should I do next?”
Alger thought for a moment and said, “Stall for time.”
Good idea… Fors and Emlyn both expressed their agreement.
After Alger gave the overall strategy, he added in detail, “Try
to stall for time and find excuses not to go until the final
moment.
“When you arrive there, start investigating from the periphery
and use caution as an excuse to slow down your investigation.
“If you really can’t delay any further, you can deliberately
make mistakes in certain matters and create some commotion
so that the mind dragon can detect it early and eliminate any
traces.
“If that secret organization really has any additional motives,
the longer you delay, the more they won’t be able to sit still. If
they get impatient, they will expose the problem.”
Cattleya nodded.
“This is the most suitable response for now.”
“I understand. Thank you, everyone.” Audrey also felt that Mr.
Hanged Man’s suggestion suited her thoughts.
However, she didn’t delay a certain matter. She immediately
turned her head and looked at the end of the long, mottled
table. She bowed and said, “Honorable Mr. Fool, has Angel of
Imagination Adam advanced to Sequence 0?”
Not bad. To be able to be aware of this point… The Fool Klein
leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
“Only with the apocalypse approaching did ‘He’ finally take
that step.”
The level of the Garden of Eden had virtually confirmed that
Adam was definitely a Visionary.
Angel of Imagination Adam has become a god? This news
immediately reverberated in Derrick and company’s minds,
leaving their minds in upheavals for a long time.
Indeed… Audrey pursed her lips and expressed her gratitude
before asking, “What kind of payment do I need to make for
this answer?”
The Fool Klein surveyed the area and said with a smile,
“There’s no need.
“It’s a reminder.”
After this topic ended, because most of the Tarot Club
members were still immersed in the impact of Adam becoming
a true god, no one spoke for a moment.
After a few seconds, Derrick looked around and probed, “The
City of Silver has already plowed the surrounding fields and
planted wheat and other crops, but the harvest will still take
some time. I wish to know what we can do to earn gold
pounds and purchase resources?”
After the initial aid, the Church of the Sea God and the
government of the Rorsted Archipelago stopped providing free
aid. After all, their financial strength was rather limited. In this
situation, the City of Silver and Moon City each sold a batch
of Beyonder characteristics and monster hides in exchange for
a large amount of funds that could be used to purchase various
resources.
However, with the entrance to the Forsaken Land of the Gods
closed, they were unable to replenish Beyonder characteristics
and monster hides. It was also impossible for the City of Silver
and Moon City to give up their military strength either, selling
large amounts of combat resources and wasting the
opportunity of nurturing their descendants. Therefore, once all
the gold pounds, gold, and jewelry were used up, they would
undoubtedly fall into a predicament.
For this reason, the six-member council had been troubled
over how to earn gold pounds from the outside world and how
to establish a stable financial system. This was a little beyond
their capabilities.
The Beyonder characteristics that the City of Silver and Moon
City had previously sold were mainly purchased by the Church
of the Sea God and the Rorsted Archipelago government.
They were used to establish official Beyonder factions under
them. After all, the number of Beyonders needed to cause
damage, and the number of Beyonders needed to stabilize an
area was on completely different levels.
In addition, the entire Rorsted Archipelago only had Sea God
Kalvetua and the demigod cardinal of the Church of the Lord
of Storms. This was slightly insufficient for a new
government, especially since the Church of Storms and the
Church of Sea God weren’t allies.
After hearing Little Sun’s plea for help, the other members of
the Tarot Club began to seriously consider what the City of
Silver and Moon City residents could do.
Audrey thought for a moment and asked, “What are you best
at?”
“Combat,” Derrick replied without any hesitation.
Alger nodded slightly when he heard that.
“Although the world war has ended, law and order hasn’t been
restored in the colonies of the Southern Continent. It’s still
very chaotic there, and small-scale wars occur from time to
time. You can try to form two to three mercenary teams and be
hired by any faction.”
Private military contractors… Klein gave an even more
modern name to the suggestion.
“This is a good idea.” Derrick’s eyes lit up when he heard that.
Alger asked again, “Combat is a survival instinct. Other than
this, do you still have anything you want to do?”
Derrick replied in embarrassment, “Many people wish to be
chefs and brewers, as well as hope to work at candy
factories…”
Chapter 1323 - Development Plan

Chapter 1323 Development Plan

After hearing the City of Silver citizens’ wishes, a thought

suddenly surfaced in Klein’s mind:
Why is everything related to food…
Alger thought for a moment and said to Derrick, “You can
make people with such thoughts join the industry association
in Bayam. Seek out suitable teachers through the association,
and directly invite people with specialties in such fields to
teach in the new City of Silver and provide generous salaries.
“Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to get the
residents to grasp the language of the Rorsted Archipelago as
soon as possible. On this basis, Loenese, ancient Feysac, and
Dutanese have to be taught too.”
After The Hanged Man finished speaking, The Hermit
Cattleya gave her suggestion:
“Other than organizing the mercenary teams, you can also try
to apply for civil jobs in the various cities of the Rorsted
Archipelago to handle supernatural matters.”
Although the Rorsted Archipelago government and the Church
of the Sea God had obtained a batch of Beyonder
characteristics and the corresponding potion formulas from the
City of Silver and Moon City, they were unable to nurture
enough Beyonders in a short period of time. Sequence 9 was
relatively still alright. The chances of someone being selected
for their good mental strength and physique to lose control
from consuming the potion were actually very small. If one
were to further advance, acting might not necessarily be
successful, and it also required time.
Under such circumstances, as long as the residents of the City
of Silver became members of the official faction, they
wouldn’t be worried about losing their jobs in the future.
Of course, the Rorsted Archipelago’s government would
definitely control the number of applicants. The City of Silver
wouldn’t be able to completely resolve everyone’s
employment problems using this route.
Klein agreed with Ma’am Hermit’s suggestion. Furthermore,
he believed that there was a need for him to give a revelation
to Danitz, allowing the Rorsted Archipelago government and
the Church of Sea God to increase the number of official
Beyonders to a certain range.
This wasn’t to help the City of Silver’s residents and the
majority of the deformed people in Moon City find jobs, but to
deal with the impending apocalypse, the deeper corruption of
the Outer Deities, and the gradually increasing frequency of
supernatural incidents.
At that moment, Cattleya glanced at Miss Justice and
continued speaking to Derrick.
“You should now have a large amount of liquid funds. You can
try to invest in the mines, spice plantations, farms, and
purchase fertile land and forests with rich produce. They’re all
very cheap now. Yes, although the Church of the Lord of
Storms can still influence the archipelago, and although the
new government promises to protect the local businesses, there
are still a large number of people from Loen, Feysac, and Intis
who lack confidence. They wish to cash out and return to their
countries as soon as possible.”
That Oracle named Danitz recently bought a spice
plantation… Derrick recalled what he had heard before and
immediately felt enlightened.
Cattleya’s suggestion gave others inspiration. Audrey
immediately added, “When negotiating, it’s best if you invite
some professional lawyers. If not, you’ll be fooled easily.
Well, if you think there’s a need, you can bring along a Psyche
Analyst from the city.
“Also, you have a medium-sized port that can develop the
corresponding economy…
“While the official Beyonders of the Rorsted Archipelago’s
government and the Church of the Sea God are lacking in
generation knowledge, you can set paid classes designed for
outsiders in the New City of Silver’s Savant schools. Well,
remove the knowledge that will easily clash with the orthodox
Church…
“The railway connecting the new City of Silver and other
cities must be built as soon as possible…”
Derrick was taken aback when he heard that. He hurriedly
raised his hand and said, “Sorry, I need to memorize what was
just said.”
I forgot that he has no foundation in economics… Audrey
reflected on herself, closed her mouth, and smiled as she
signaled for Little Sun to seek help from Mr. Fool.
After Derrick conjured a pen and paper and wrote down the
previous suggestions, Audrey, Emlyn, The Star Leonard, and
the other members of the Tarot Club offered their ideas one
after another. They also rebutted the suggestions that weren’t
mature or pragmatic enough.
This intense scene lasted for nearly half an hour before ending.
Derrick looked at the adequately thick pieces of paper in front
of him and couldn’t help but smile.
He seemed to have seen the beautiful future of the City of
Silver.
Sitting at the end of the long, mottled table, The Fool Klein
sighed for some baffling reason as his heart felt a lot heavier.
If one didn’t consider how the apocalypse was about a decade
away, the discussion would’ve been pleasing regarding the
promising future that awaited the City of Silver.
However, the arrival of the apocalypse wouldn’t change
because of the will of humans. Even saints and angels couldn’t
do it.
Looking away from the paper in front of him, Derrick
deliberated and said, “We have already built the temple and
cathedral meant for Mr. Fool. We wish to proselytize to
various cities in the archipelago. What do we need to pay
attention to?”
Alger frowned slightly and said, “Have you written a Holy
Bible? Have you designed the Order of Mass and prayer
details?”
“Yes.” Derrick nodded heavily.
That was based on his knowledge of the miracles Mr. Fool had
shown, combined with the religious scriptures left behind by
the Creator. Furthermore, the City of Silver had also prayed to
The Fool seeking “His” thoughts on the matter, “His” attitude
was a tacit agreement.
“Has the internal system of the Church been set up?” Alger
continued asking.
Derrick subconsciously looked at Mr. Fool, who was shrouded
in layers of grayish-white fog, and turned around.
“Currently, it’s following the internal system of the other
Churches. The Chief of our six-member council will hold the
role of archbishop, and a number of enthusiastic citizens have
been appointed as bishops and priests.”
The City of Silver didn’t set up an organization to deal with
Beyonder matters within the Church, since most of them were
Beyonders, and there were already the corresponding
organizations in place previously.
Alger saw that Mr. Fool didn’t object nor agree. He controlled
his desire to teach and nodded slightly.
“You can try that out first.”
He paused for a moment before saying, “However, there are
two things to take note of. First, don’t badmouth the other
Churches, lest there be conflict. Second, it’s to respect the
current Oracle. In the absence of a leader appointed by Mr.
Fool, the Oracle is the representative of a deity.”
Third, don’t engage in religious harassment during
proselytizing… Besides, I have serious doubts about the
eloquence of the bishops and priests of the City of Silver. I’ll
need to get Danitz to find professionals to train them… The
Fool Klein, who was listening quietly, muttered inwardly.
He didn’t express his opinion on the Holy Bible written by the
City of Silver, because it was a little awkward, but if he
objected to certain descriptions, it would also damage The
Fool’s image.
With this in mind, Klein couldn’t help but lampoon.
Perhaps one day, when Will Auceptin reads the Holy Bible of
the Church of The Fool, he would blurt out in surprise: When
did I become an angel under The Fool?
Then, Leonard’s grandpa, the awakened Mr. Azik, and Miss
Messenger, who has been trying hard to recover, will add,
“What? Me too?”
After the conversation regarding the City of Silver and Moon
City came to an end, Cattleya looked around in anticipation
and said, “Which of you has a Sequence 3 Beyonder
characteristic of the Mystery Pryer pathway?”
She had already digested the Mysticologist potion for quite
some time, but she had only obtained the potion formula from
the Moses Ascetic Order. She was still far from obtaining the
Beyonder characteristic or the main ingredients.
Although she was one of the ten key members of the Moses
Ascetic Order, the corresponding resources became more
valuable the higher the Sequence. Even an ancient
organization wouldn’t squander them freely. Furthermore,
Cattleya came from the Dawn and was less affected by the
Hidden Sage, so she wasn’t that trusted in the Moses Ascetic
Order.
To Cattleya, who had already digested the potion a long time
ago using the Snake of Fate’s blood to advance to a
Mysticologist, Sequence 3 should’ve been a relatively easier
stage. However, she was bottlenecked by the ingredients. It
might not even be possible for her to obtain one for years or
even more than a decade.
Hence, she had no choice but to seek help at the Tarot Club.
Derrick recalled the demigod characteristics that the City of
Silver had and slowly shook his head.
At that moment, The World Gehrman Sparrow said with a
hoarse chuckle, “I suggest you ask Queen Mystic directly.”
Bernadette had already become a Sequence 2 angel. If she had
an additional Clairvoyant Beyonder characteristic in her, she
could attempt to separate it.
Of course, Klein couldn’t be certain that the Sage potion that
Queen Mystic consumed contained the previous Sequence 3
and Sequence 4 characteristics.
Ask the Queen? Cattleya got some clues from The World’s
answer and suspected that something had happened to the
Queen.
“Okay.” She controlled the urge to ask.
Klein continued controlling The World and said to Ma’am
Hermit, “I have a long-term mission: Help me collect
information regarding the Hidden Sage’s sudden coming back
to life.
“You can raise the corresponding remuneration now. Or you
can wait until there’s a need in the future.”
Klein was still puzzled over this matter. Although it could be
described as a Uniqueness suddenly coming to life, it
should’ve happened a long time ago if it was possible.
Cattleya thought for a moment and said, “That wouldn’t be an
issue.”
After another round of exchanges, the Tarot Gathering ended
and the members returned to the real world.
In the captain’s cabin of the Future, Cattleya nudged the heavy
glasses on her nose bridge and thought about how to write the
letter to the Queen.
During this process, she strolled to the window and saw Frank
Lee promoting the alcohol-free volcano beer brewed by sea
microorganisms to the crew.
He really has the drive… Just as Cattleya sighed, she suddenly
frowned.
At the Tarot Club just now, Mr. Fool mentioned that the
Planter and The Moon are two rather special pathways. They
come from the cosmos, and they are prone to corruption. The
divine epiphanies they receive are questionable.
Frank is a Beyonder of the Planter pathway…
Besides, he once complained that the Church of Earth Mother
didn’t understand the true will of the merciful mother…
Cattleya’s eyes that were blocked by the heavy lens narrowed
slightly.
Chapter 1324 - Handling

Chapter 1324 Handling

After staring at the deck below, Cattleya left the captain’s

cabin and walked to the cabin’s entrance. She waited until
Frank Lee carried a bucket of alcohol-free beer over.
“Captain, do you want a cup?” Frank raised the large bucket of
beer with one hand.
Cattleya shook her head firmly and asked in a seemingly
casual manner, “Is this the will of the benevolent mother?”
“No,” Frank said rather seriously. “I just feel that drinking
liquor that has been altered by a modified sedative isn’t good
for the body. I hope that they’ll be able to accept this drink that
has no alcohol inside, other than the smell of alcohol. Of
course, this is only a preliminary result and it doesn’t involve
liquor. After all, it can’t use distillation to enhance its taste.”
Cattleya was momentarily at a loss for words as she nudged
the heavy glasses on her nose bridge. After two seconds of
silence, she said, “Do you hear the benevolent mother’s voice
or divine epiphanies?”
“No.” Frank didn’t think much of it as he shook his head.
Phew… Cattleya secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
At that moment, Frank casually added, “The benevolent
mother’s will is in the ears of the wheat, in the milk of cows,
in the growth of mushrooms, and in every corner of nature.
One can feel it without the need to experience the divine
epiphany.”
Cattleya’s gaze immediately shot towards Frank’s eyes. She
didn’t find any signs of madness, only pureness.
Without another word, she nodded slightly and walked
forward. She crossed Frank Lee and arrived on the deck.
After taking in the sea’s vista for a few minutes, Cattleya
returned to the captain’s cabin. She unfolded a letter and
wrote:
“I wonder what’s your take regarding Frank’s actions? He
claims that he doesn’t obtain any divine epiphanies, and
believes that the benevolent mother’s will is hidden in every
nook and cranny of nature.”
This was a letter to Gehrman Sparrow. Cattleya believed that
just by adding such a question, he would be able to understand
what she was implying.
After folding the letter, she took out a gold coin and began to
summon the terrifying messenger.
…
Ma’am Hermit wrote me a letter immediately after the Tarot
Gathering ended… It shouldn’t be related to the Hidden Sage.
It can’t be that fast… Klein was on a cruise ship, traveling on
the Tussock River.
Wearing a black robe, he took the letter from Miss
Messenger’s mouth and opened it. He finished reading all the
content with a glance.
This… Klein frowned slightly.
Perhaps it was because Frank had shown enough danger and
“madness” in his usual behavior that he had actually neglected
the possibility of this Druid being affected by the Mother
Goddess of Depravity.
Frank had once been placed on trial by the Church of Earth
Mother for a forbidden experiment, and then he was placed on
a wanted list… If Earth Mother hadn’t been corrupted, and the
Church of Earth’s operations were rather normal, then it means
that they believe that Frank is problematic… However, if
there’s concrete evidence, Frank, who went to the court,
probably wouldn’t have lived… Klein’s mind raced as he
attempted to find clues based on his understanding of Frank.
There’s no problem with the relevant actions. The prayer
posture and his usual prayer gestures are different. It’s just like
how when the Beyonders of the Church of Evernight pray,
they won’t draw four stars on their chests at times. At most,
they’ll just go through the final motions…
Apart from this small problem, there’s something wrong with
Frank in every aspect. He’s like a child raised by the Mother
Goddess of Depravity… As these thoughts flashed through his
mind, Klein had two contradictory guesses.
Either Frank’s corruption was very hidden, making it
impossible for the Church of Earth Mother’s tribunal to be
certain, or he wasn’t affected by the Mother Goddess of
Depravity at all. It was purely because he had a mental
problem that made him look like a Blessed of an evil god.
Regardless of which guess it was, Klein believed that the
subsequent development wouldn’t be good.
He remembered very clearly that Frank’s mushroom
experiment had a breakthrough because he had been given an
assistant who believed in the Primordial Moon. And the
Primordial Moon was one of the manifestations of the Mother
Goddess of Depravity.
That also meant that from that moment forth, regardless of
whether Frank had any problems in the past, he could very
well have entered the eyes of the Mother Goddess of
Depravity.
This wasn’t a good thing.
Of course, I can’t eliminate the possibility that Frank is
excessively crazy, causing the Mother Goddess of Depravity to
just look away… Klein mumbled in amusement, hoping to
make the best out of it.
This was nearly impossible. The horror and strength of a
foreign god wasn’t something a demigod could understand.
Klein even suspected that if it wasn’t for the overly intense
response that would destroy the anchors of the deities,
allowing “Them” to attack each other in a frenzy, resulting in
the Beyonder characteristics to gather and awaken the Oldest
One, the Outer Deities might’ve already destroyed the sun and
destroyed the ecosystem of the world. They weren’t able to do
anything to the Oldest One’s barrier, but they were free to do
anything to the star outside the barrier.
Sometimes, Klein wondered if the astronomically observed
sun was real or not. Perhaps it was just the Eternal Blazing
Sun that hung “Himself” there.
So far, there shouldn’t be any major problems with the
mushrooms that Frank invented. I’ve already dealt with them
above the gray fog… Furthermore, the residents of the City of
Silver and Moon City didn’t show any abnormalities. Yes,
after they left the Forsaken Land of the Gods, they abandoned
farming mushrooms because they lacked monster corpses and
had sufficient food… The more Klein thought about it, the
more fearful he felt towards it.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the Mother Goddess of Depravity’s
powers that could penetrate the original barrier was still
extremely limited, Klein suspected that the Cards of
Blasphemy and mushrooms would’ve left him corrupted.
Sefirah Castle would have unknowingly changed owners.
These were things that had been placed above the gray fog for
a long time and didn’t undergo any special sealing.
Compared to the flamboyant Mother Tree of Desire, the
usually low-key Mother Goddess of Depravity was far more
terrifying!
Mr. Door and the Emperor were silently corrupted by “Her.”
As expected of an existence that stands atop the Outer Deities
despite losing two Beyonder pathways and a sefirah… Klein
sighed inwardly. He took out a pen and paper and prepared to
write a reply to Cattleya.
At that moment, he realized that Miss Messenger had been
waiting by his side the entire time without returning to the
spirit world. The eight eyes of the four heads stared at him
unblinkingly.
“What do you think of Frank?” Klein hesitated before asking,
“I mean, other than his nickname.”
The four heads in Reinette Tinekerr’s hand spoke one after
another:
“He only…” “Appears like…” “An adopted son of…” “An
Outer Deity…”
In other words, Frank wasn’t affected by the Mother Goddess
of Depravity previously. He was simply crazy… Klein heaved
a long sigh of relief.
He then asked, “What about now?”
As Frank Lee summoned Reinette Tinekerr every time he
wrote a letter to Gehrman Sparrow, Klein believed that Miss
Messenger, who had a very high status, had a relatively clear
and accurate grasp of the state of the Mushroom King.
“I…” “Don’t…” “Know…” “Either…” Reinette Tinekerr’s
four heads answered one after another.
Following that, “She” added, “His body…” “Temporarily…”
“Hasn’t been…” “Corrupted…”
Does that mean that you can’t tell if his psyche is affected?
That’s right, other than his low level, Frank’s usual actions
resemble more of an evil god than me… Klein lampooned as
he took out a gold coin and flicked it.
With this medium, he quickly entered a dream divination state.
At the same time, he was prepared to activate Sefirah Castle to
cut off the Outer Deities from watching.
Scenes flashed past as Klein saw several futures.
Yes, the greatest threat right now is that Primordial Moon
believer. I have to separate him from Frank, or things will
become extremely troublesome and dangerous… If Frank
doesn’t come into contact with anything related to the Mother
Goddess of Depravity in the future and doesn’t advance to a
demigod, there shouldn’t be any problems… If only one of
these two conditions is satisfied, the chance of an accident
happening will increase greatly. If both are satisfied at the
same time, I can’t see the developments at all… Klein snapped
awake as he interpreted the results of the divination.
Perhaps because Frank’s level was too low, and he wasn’t too
affected by it, Klein’s divination happened smoothly without
encountering any danger.
Phew… He silently exhaled and caught the gold coin.
Then, he realized that Miss Messenger’s eight red eyes were
focused on the gold coin in his palm.
Klein twitched his eyebrows, expressing his doubts.
“It…” “Has…” Sefirah Castle’s…” “Aura…” Reinette
Tinekerr’s four blonde, red-eyed heads shook up and down.
This is one of the five gold coins I often use for divination. It
has already been tainted by the aura of Sefirah Castle? This
way, it can be considered a mystical item to a certain extent.
However, the effect will be drained over time… Klein
carefully looked at the gold coin in his hand and made a rough
judgment based on his spiritual intuition.
This gold coin could increase the accuracy of divination and
enhance a user’s ability to resist any interference.
To Klein, this was a pleasant surprise. He decided to use the
actual gold coin rather than its historical projection.
Retrieving the gold coin, Klein wrote a reply to Ma’am Hermit
and handed it to her through Reinette Tinekerr.
…
After giving Gehrman Sparrow’s messenger another gold coin,
Cattleya unfolded the letter and quickly scanned it.
After reading it, she felt her shoulders weigh down a little.
Without any delay, Cattleya took out another piece of paper
and wrote:
“Your Majesty,
“I dreamed of you finding that primitive island and
successfully returning…
“The situation of that descendant of the Emperor is getting
worse. If he continues staying on the Future, I suspect he’ll go
crazy. If you don’t mind, I want to send him over to you.”
“What we need to take note of is that, although he claims to no
longer believe in the Primordial Moon, no one has ever
confirmed that.
“…
“My greatest worry now is that it’s difficult to obtain the main
ingredient of a Clairvoyant… If you have returned, I wish to
find a time to return the Magic Wishing Lamp to you…”
Chapter 1325 - More than Half a Year Later

Chapter 1325 More than Half a Year Later

City of Generosity, Bayam, in a rented apartment lit up with

gas lamps.
Verdu Abraham, who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed
glasses, held a thick stack of information. He was reading
seriously under the dim light, drawing a symbol and recording
what he deemed useful information from time to time.
He left Loen and came to the Rorsted Archipelago mainly to
avoid being watched by Dorian and his other family members,
and focus on studying mysticism. He wanted to find an
effective way to save Ancestor Bethel Abraham, or rather,
reduce the difficulty of the known ritual.
However, he hadn’t made any headway after half a year. It was
as though he had no other choice other than hunting a Bizarro
Sorcerer, a Parasite, and a Secrets Sorcerer.
This made Verdu rather depressed, but he was clear about how
dangerous a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was. Even if he was
willing to sacrifice himself, he was unable to truly control it.
He was unable to guarantee the final outcome.
And the most important thing was that he couldn’t find any
Bizarro Sorcerers or Parasites. They were all saints that were
hard to track, with styles that were known for being strange
and bizarre.
Phew… Verdu put down the stack of documents in his hand
and muttered silently, Don’t tell me I can only place my hopes
on The Fool like Dorian and the others?
Upon thinking of The Fool, Verdu couldn’t help but frown.
This was because there were more and more half-giants
promoting The Fool’s faith in Bayam City, so much so that
even he, who rarely went out, heard of it.
This made him suspect if he had arrived near the headquarters
of the Church of The Fool.
If it wasn’t for the mysterious knowledge that was spread in
secret in the Rorsted Archipelago was far beyond Verdu’s
expectations—many of them were things that the Abraham
family didn’t know of, and were extremely useful—he
would’ve left Bayam last month and headed for the Southern
Continent.
I can’t stay here any longer. I need to buy ship tickets to East
Balam as soon as possible… Just as Verdu made a decision, he
began to waver. Dorian and The Fool probably wouldn’t
expect me to hide in the area that’s under their headquarters’
jurisdiction. Emperor Roselle once said that the most
dangerous place is the safest place…
After some hesitation, Verdu put down the documents and
switched off the lights. With the moonlight from the window,
he walked towards the bedroom.
At the corner of the balcony in his room, a figure suddenly
jumped out of the darkness and jumped over the railings.
The figure was like a feather, light and weightless. It landed
from a height ten meters above the ground, without making a
single sound.
Right on the heels of that, the figure moved through the
shadows to the vicinity of the Church of the Sea God and went
up the bell tower.
Then, “he” took out a pen and paper and wrote the report on
tonight’s surveillance before stuffing it into a crack.
After the figure left, a howling wind suddenly sounded above
the bell tower about fifteen minutes later.
The report was pulled out from the crack by an invisible hand.
As it swept through the wind, it rose and fell into the distance
like a bat spreading its wings in the dark night.
Not long after, the report plummeted like it had been bound to
a rock, landing on a hand that extended out in a hidden corner
of the garden.
This hand belonged to the cardinal of the Church of Storms,
Alger Wilson.
He then unfolded the report and began to read it in the
darkness. He was completely unaffected by the lack of light.
Even in the dark sea, Alger could see everything around him
clearly.
Verdu is becoming more resolute in his intention of leaving
Bayam… Alger nodded indiscernibly as he came to a
conclusion.
Over the past half a year, he had been monitoring this member
of the Abraham family according to Mr. Fool’s instructions,
but he hadn’t noticed anything abnormal about him.
After Verdu left the Rorsted Archipelago, his mission would
be completed.
However, Alger didn’t wish for it to end just like that. He
believed that he hadn’t made enough contributions. All he did
was simply monitor a Sequence 7 Beyonder without any
special characteristics.
The Hermit had already obtained a Sequence 3 Beyonder
characteristic from Queen Mystic, and had gathered the
corresponding supplementary ingredients and was busy
preparing the ritual. This made Alger deeply stressed. Of
course, he had also done many things according to Mr. Fool’s
intentions, but even he felt that there was a huge difference
from doing those tasks, with the identity, status, and strength
of Sea God.
For a moment, Alger wanted to use all sorts of methods to
force Verdu Abraham to expose himself, but in the end, he
gave up on the idea. This was because he couldn’t be sure of
Mr. Fool’s attitude towards the target.
Previously, when the City of Silver and Moon City sold
Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas, Alger had
purchased some from the Tarot Club. He had used it to
secretly nurture a team of Beyonders who were loyal to him.
This was how he had people monitoring Verdu.
Currently, this less-than-ten-member team was mostly at
Sequence 9, while only a small number of them had been
promoted to Sequence 8.
As for where Alger had obtained the money for purchasing
Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas, the answer was
very simple:
As a cardinal of the Church diocese, Alger could easily “save”
a sum of money for himself. And during that period of time,
the minerals, farms, spice plantations, and factories in the
Rorsted Archipelago were sold at below intrinsic value. As
long as one had the funds to buy them, they could earn a lot
after a short period of time.
More importantly, the Church of Storms’s headquarters was
quite interested in the Beyonder characteristics and potion
formulas sold by the City of Silver and Moon City. They
provided a large sum of money for their purchase. The go-
between was without a doubt the cardinal of the Rorsted
diocese, Alger Wilson. It was understandable that some losses
were inevitable during such situations.
Reining in his thoughts, Alger decided to sell some mysticism
knowledge in Bayam’s Beyonder circles through his Shadow
Guards. He wanted to bait Verdu Abraham and keep him in the
vicinity for as long as possible.
The main reason is that the City of Silver’s preaching has
frightened that gentleman… Alger shook his head and
muttered inwardly.
He then destroyed the report in his hand and walked back into
the cathedral.
…
The sky had just lit up, and a young man walked out of the
hotel, leisurely enjoying the scenery of Bayam’s morning.
He had just bought the “Teana” beverage that was packaged
with the fruit’s shell when he suddenly felt a huge shadow
appear beside him.
The youth turned his head and looked up bit by bit only to find
a 2.5-meter-tall half-giant walking over.
“Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lord
and savior, Mr. Fool.” The half-giant bent his back and tried
his best to make his smile appear amiable.
The youth drank a mouthful of Teana and pointed to the side.
He smiled and nodded.
“Sure, but not here.”
He then walked to a place where they wouldn’t be in the way.
The seemingly oppressive half-giant followed warmly.
“Go ahead.” The youth didn’t hide his curiosity at all.
The muscular half-giant’s expression turned solemn.
“My Lord claims to be The Fool. In the past, the present, and
also in the future, ‘He’ is the great ruler who dominates the
spirit world. ‘He’ is also the King of Yellow and Black who
wields good luck. ‘He’ is also the landmark when every living
being seeks eternal life.
“My Lord lives above the real world and the spirit world. ‘His’
benevolence spreads across Heaven and the land. There are a
total of six angels under ‘Him’…
“The Angel of Mercury is the embodiment of fate, my Lord’s
most cherished angel. The Angel of Death has followed my
Lord for the longest period of time and is the consul of the
Underworld. The Angel of Redemption is my Lord’s bugle,
the messenger of ‘His’ revelations. The Angel of Life is the
crystallization of wisdom itself. ‘She’ is the indestructible
spirituality that resides in everyone’s body.”
Upon hearing that, the youth laughed.
“Your Lord is really impressive. He actually has so many
angels to serve him.”
“Not only that,” the half-giant replied gently. “There’s also the
Angel of Retribution beside the Lord’s throne. ‘He’ is the
Lord’s lightning, the Lord’s rage, and the Lord’s palm. It’s all
the judge of the fallen and the ones who aren’t chaste.
“In contrast to the Angel of Retribution is the Angel of Time,
“He” is a ‘king’ of ancient times. “He” eventually submitted to
my Lord and now strikes the bell of Heaven.”
“Impressive, impressive.” The youth sincerely sighed.
Upon hearing such a response, the half-giant couldn’t help but
smile. Then, he described the various miracles that Mr. Fool
had performed as succinctly as possible. Finally, he said, “It’s
already been fifteen minutes. I won’t waste your time. If
you’re interested, you can go to The Fool’s cathedral on 16th
Phillips Street. This is the biggest cathedral in Bayam City.
Heh heh, the rest are still in planning.”
The young man nodded.
“I’ll pay a visit if I’m free.”
After watching the half-giant turn and leave, the youth took
out a crystal monocle from his pocket and wore it on his right
eye.
…
The half-giant walked straight back to a restaurant and
changed into a chef’s attire.
“Baldur, you went proselytizing again?” the restaurant owner
asked with a smile.
When the industry association recommended this half-giant to
learn culinary skills from his restaurant, he had been rather
reluctant. He always felt that the other party could kill him
with just a swing of his arm, and he didn’t seem like someone
with any culinary talent.
However, he was now very pleased with Baldur. Not only was
he humble, obedient, and willing to take hardship, he had quite
the intimidating demeanor. This scared off the gangsters who
had placed their sights on the restaurant.
The only problem was that he would go out every morning to
proselytize The Fool.
Of course, the restaurant owner couldn’t say anything since it
wasn’t working hours, so he didn’t mind.
Baldur smiled honestly and walked into the kitchen. He said to
his good friend, Bonn, who had come from Moon City to seek
refuge with him.
“I can teach you how to roast fish today.”
Bonn looked rather normal, but his eyes appeared awkward
with one looking up and the other looking down. He was one
of the citizens from Moon City who wasn’t very deformed,
and he had the courage to interact with the people outside. He
nodded.
“I have to pray in a moment. Mr. Fool sent a revelation to get
all the residents of Moon City to pray to ‘Him’ at nine in the
morning. We are to wish that we are no longer deformed.”
Chapter 1326 - Successful “Mass“

Chapter 1326 Successful “Mass“

Regarding the matter of praying to Mr. Fool, Baldur raised

both hands and feet in agreement. He didn’t have any intention
of pressing Bonn.
He prayed for more than a minute after waking up in the
morning and before sleeping at night. He would thank Mr.
Fool for bringing the pure sunlight, delicious food, and a life
of no despair.
“Alright, I’ll prepare the ingredients for today first.” Baldur
smiled as he nodded at Bonn.
A few minutes later, he brought many bags of ingredients into
the kitchen, as if he was carrying a few rolls of curtains.
At this moment, Bonn found a chair and sat down. He
sincerely prayed to Mr. Fool.
“The great ruler who controls the spirit world, The Fool that
doesn’t belong to this era, I wish to be blessed by you. I hope
that you can fulfill my wish of escaping from my
deformity…”
In the cathedral on Philips Street, in several areas in Bayam, in
the New City of Silver, and the New Moon City that was
located in a forest, prayers echoed softly simultaneously.
The extremely self-conscious Xin, Rus, and company vaguely
guessed that Mr. Fool was planning on granting such a wish.
As they prayed, their bodies trembled, unable to control
themselves.
They yearned to be like normal people.
They were also looking forward to the bustling and lively
Bayam. They yearned for the grilled fish made from a secret
recipe, the candy factories, and delicacies from all over the
world. They yearned for a life to drink, chat, sing, and dance.
In the ancient palace above the gray fog, The Fool Klein, who
was sitting at the end of the long bronze table, saw bits of pure
light light up one after another, forming a majestic sea of stars
in front of him.
The prayers overlapped and echoed inside Sefirah Castle as
ripples appeared.
Klein closed his eyes and took it in for a few seconds. He
raised his right hand and bent his middle finger, rapping the
edge of the long mottled table.
An invisible force spread out like waves on the surface of
water. It surged into every prayer point of light and landed on
the residents of Moon City.
Xin suddenly felt something and raised her hand to touch the
middle of her face.
The next second, she felt her nose.
Almost instinctively, Xin stroked that position several times
from top to bottom before she believed she had grown a nose
and was no longer deformed.
She instantly closed her eyes, bent down, and pressed her
forehead to the ground. She couldn’t help but praise Mr. Fool.
The praises around her grew louder and louder, becoming
more and more uniform.
Rus’s eyes separated; Bonn’s eyes became symmetrical; and in
Moon City, every deformed person, or those who were ugly
because of the traits they inherited, had broken through their
original restrictions and their bodies were transforming
towards a state of normalcy.
At this moment, be it in New Moon City, the New City of
Silver, or Bayam, they heard the bell of the cathedral ring.
Gong!
The ethereal gong of the bell reverberated in the hearts of
everyone in Moon City. It rang in the ears of every person who
heard it, as though it could cleanse their souls and bring them
the most genuine feelings towards life.
The tears that Xin, Rus, and company held back finally flowed
out. They felt their minds and bodies turn tranquil, no longer
having a speck of dust tainting them.
They subconsciously raised their heads and cast their gaze
towards the source of the gong. They discovered that it came
from beyond New Moon City, an unknown distance away
from where they were.
A miracle… A thought suddenly popped into the minds of the
Moon City citizens.
In the new City of Silver that was connected to them, Waite
Chirmont and company cast their gazes into the distance and
cast their gaze towards Bayam.
The gong came from there.
“Praise Mr. Fool!” They mumbled at the same time as they
pressed their right palm to their left chest.
In Bayam City, Bonn adjusted his postures with Baldur who
had tears streaming down his face. They faced Philips Street
and towards the cathedral that belonged to Mr. Fool. They
listened attentively and gratefully to the holy chimes from
Heaven.
However, above the gray fog, The Fool Klein was somewhat
astonished and confused.
The sudden chiming of the bells wasn’t within his plans.
He then turned his gaze to The Fool’s cathedral at 16 Phillips
Street.
Almost at the same time, he used the prayer lights to see the
tall bell tower that was attached to the cathedral. He saw a
young man wearing a pointed hat and a classic black robe
standing at the top of the bell tower.
This youth was holding a black bell hammer and was striking
the bell repeatedly.
As if sensing the gaze from above, the youth stopped. He lifted
his head slightly and adjusted the crystal monocle on his right
eye.
At the same time, his smile widened.
“…” Klein nearly cursed.
At this moment, his eyes glazed over almost in an unconcealed
manner. He didn’t understand why Angel of Time Amon
would suddenly appear and seriously strike the bell of his
cathedral.
Klein was actually mentally prepared for Amon’s and
Zaratul’s possible arrival. This was because there were just too
many people in the City of Silver and Moon City. There was
no way they could secretly integrate with the outside world.
In other words, the City of Silver and Moon City would
definitely be known to the various Churches and secret
organizations. Under such circumstances, be it public or
private proselytizing, it wouldn’t affect any future
development. Therefore, Klein silently agreed to the City of
Silver’s attempts to proselytize the faith of The Fool. This was
preparation for him to have more anchors for his advancement
to Sequence 1.
Due to this premise, he was prepared for Zaratul, Amon, and
other hidden enemies to come to Bayam. He even hoped that
they would do so.
Here, Klein, who had the status and level of a King of Angels
in Sefirah Castle, was able to fully display his home ground
advantage. As for the City of Silver, it also had Grade 0 Sealed
Artifacts. It could completely resist Amon and take down
Zaratul.
Compared to his main body suddenly encountering a prepared
enemy elsewhere, or the discovery of his marionette city, this
was undoubtedly a better choice.
However, Amon’s current actions confused Klein. He didn’t
understand what the God of Deceit wanted to achieve.
…
16 Phillips Street, inside The Fool’s cathedral.
The archbishop-on-duty, the City of Silver’s six-member
council’s Elder, Derrick Berg, also looked up in astonishment
at the stained glass.
Rays of sunlight shone inside, allowing Derrick to read one
scene after another.
As the black bell hammer fell, the tremors of the bell gradually
stopped.
I didn’t arrange for someone to strike the bell… Derrick
frowned.
As a member of the City of Silver, as a demigod in the Sun
domain, he had a sharp intuition and knew that something
must’ve gone wrong.
However, the strange ringing of the bell didn’t bring any
accidents. Besides the ringing, everything seemed normal.
As Derrick observed the surroundings with the help of his
Unshadowed Beyonder powers, he quickly considered whether
the bell had any symbolic significance in mysticism.
After eliminating the possibilities, he suddenly recalled the
Holy Bible of The Fool made up by the City of Silver.
There was content related to the striking of bells!
It was used to describe the relationship between Angel of Time
Amon and Mr. Fool to confirm “His” true status.
Towards that sentence, Derrick was still against it because he
knew that Blasphemer Amon wasn’t Mr. Fool’s Blessed. Their
relationship wasn’t even harmonious, and was actually hostile.
However, the lies he made previously had convinced the other
members of the City of Silver’s six-member council. They
believed that Angel of Time Amon was the first entity
appointed by Mr. Fool to cast down the light for the people of
the Forsaken Land of the Gods. It was because “He” had
Parasitized Derrick, which had resulted in the subsequent
changes, all the way until hope descended.
Derrick had wanted to explain, but he was embarrassed. That
would only bring up too many lies, making him lose his image
with the other Elders of the six-member council and citizens of
the City of Silver. It was just like Miss Justice had said before,
a social death.
Finally, he chose to delay any actions, hoping that Mr. Fool
would take a look at the Holy Bible. If there was anything
inappropriate with the descriptions, “He” would definitely
send a divine revelation to change the views.
To his surprise, Mr. Fool didn’t say anything and silently
agreed with the contents of the Holy Bible.
Could it be that Amon is striking the bell? Derrick was
momentarily dazed as he found it too unbelievable.
He hurriedly lowered his head and began praying, reporting
this matter to Mr. Fool.
…
Above the gray fog, inside Sefirah Castle.
Before Klein could eliminate Amon, the other party suddenly
turned transparent and transformed into a beam of light before
vanishing from the bell tower.
What does this fellow want? If “His” father is the Emperor and
not the ancient sun god, then I can reasonably suspect that
“He” is striking a death knell for me… As Klein checked if
there were any Amons lurking in the bodies of the City of
Silver and Moon City citizens, he analyzed Amon’s motives
without any clue in mind.
Just as he was about to use divination to seek clues, Derrick
completed his prayer.
…Holy Bible, Holy Bible? The corners of Klein’s mouth
twitched as he summoned from the junk pile the Holy Bible
that the City of Silver had sacrificed to him.
Previously, he had only flipped through a few pages, but he
was too embarrassed to continue reading it. He took on a
position of burying his head in the sand.
Of course, he wasn’t careless in this aspect. He was still
extremely cautious. He used divination inside Sefirah Castle to
confirm that the Holy Bible wouldn’t bring him any harm.
With this premise, he allowed the City of Silver to use this
Holy Bible.
He slowly took a deep breath and reached out his right hand.
He flipped the scriptures page by page.
His facial muscles began to twitch, and the corner of his lips
uncontrollably parted.
Klein flipped faster and faster. Finally, he saw the last page.
Pa!
Klein suddenly closed the book and threw it back onto the
junk pile.
After this miracle in Moon City, yes, the potion has mostly
been digested. The marionette city will have to step onto the
stage of history… Klein observed his condition without
expression and nodded indiscernibly.
Ever since he had gained preliminary control of Sefirah Castle,
he could receive digestion feedback from the real world.
Chapter 1327 - Three Plans

Chapter 1327 Three Plans

As for the marionette town, Klein had been thinking about

how to build it a long time ago. He had already come up with
three plans:
If he eliminated any interference from external factors, his best
choice would be somewhere in a certain country of the
Northern Continent. He would allow his marionette town to
rise up overnight. Furthermore, he would connect it to the
surrounding cities through railways, rivers, and roads.
This way, the marionette town would have large numbers of
outsiders arriving on a daily basis, and it would create a very
strong interaction with the surrounding areas. On the one hand,
a town without a city nearby would definitely purchase grain,
salt, cloth, ores, sugar, and other daily necessities. On the other
hand, it would also produce its own products, which could be
sold to neighboring cities, towns, and villages. Under such a
situation, merchants, workers, tourists, and other groups would
go back and forth frequently. At the same time, they would
interact more with the marionette town’s residents.
Under the influence of all kinds of interactions between the
parties, it wouldn’t be long before the town of marionettes
could produce a corresponding region in the spirit world. Once
the lives of the residents became more detailed and real, Klein
could consume the potion to advance to Sequence 1 Attendant
of Mysteries.
This would take less than three months.
But the problem was that this approach couldn’t be kept
confidential.
In the present era, to have a town suddenly pop up was
something that couldn’t be hidden from people. Soon, there
would be civil servants, the police, and reporters coming to
investigate. And after that, the interactions between the parties
would also make more and more people know and understand
the city. This was a problem that couldn’t be resolved through
illusions unless the town of marionettes didn’t interact with the
surrounding cities, towns, and villages and had relatively
minor interactions. However, that wouldn’t meet the
requirements of the ritual.
When news of the marionette town spread, Klein would
undoubtedly be targeted by Zaratul, Amon’s true body, and his
other enemies. When the time came, the destruction caused by
others would definitely be easier than him protecting it. He
could only migrate his marionette town elsewhere. This would
cause the interactions generated in the early stages to be for
naught, just like what the Dark Demonic Wolf had
experienced.
Therefore, Klein had only listed down such a plan, so he
basically wouldn’t choose it. Unless a certain Visionary was
willing to provide help, making all the living beings in the
Northern and Southern Continents naturally believe that there
was indeed a town there, one that hadn’t suddenly appeared.
Considering the influence of various external factors and his
Beyonder powers, Klein’s best choice was to establish the
town on an uninhabited island that deviated from the safe sea
route and was sufficiently well-hidden. He would then use
Sefirah Castle to give it anti-divination and anti-prophecy
properties.
At the same time, Klein would use the “curtain” to “Graft”
some roads, rivers, and railways to somewhere outside the
marionette town, making it a stop for random groups of people
during their journeys.
This couldn’t be kept completely confidential, but once the
“strange phenomenon” spread and attracted Zaratul’s and
Amon’s attention, Klein could easily remove the original
“Grafting” randomly and switch the “entrance.”
Under such a strategy, the movement was limited to the
entrance, not the marionette town itself. The effects of various
interactions in the spirit world could be preserved without
being interrupted. The ritual could steadily proceed as
planned.
Of course, there was a big problem with this plan. It was that
the interaction would be limited and couldn’t influence matters
at a daily level in all its aspects. In addition, the frequency and
intensity of the interaction wouldn’t be too high.
If he chose this plan, it meant that Klein had to spend more
than half a year or even a year on the ritual.
If he wanted to be safe, forcing every marionette’s fate to have
a beginning and an end, the ritual would take at least fifty
years. However, there was also a way to get around the
limitations—once the rest of the ritual’s requirements were
met, he could deliver a meteorite strike, an earthquake, or a
volcano eruption to the town, causing all the marionettes’ fates
to come to an end in the real world. It was something that
happened in real life and was rather reasonable.
In this radical and conservative proposal, Klein had another
solution.
It was to replicate a city and make the marionette correspond
to the residents of the city and be mapped one-to-one. For evil
Miracle Invokers, they could wipe out the original city and use
their marionettes to replace its inhabitants. Those who had a
kind heart would hide the city and ensure a supply of goods.
The reason as to why one didn’t convert the target city into
marionettes was that it already had a corresponding region in
the spirit world. Without being a newly born one, it didn’t
meet the requirements of the ritual.
With the “curtain” formed by the Attendant of Mysteries
Beyonder characteristic, Klein could make a better choice:
“Graft” a city at a particular stage to his marionette town.
This meant that his town of marionettes had become the dark
side of the city. In the corresponding period of time, outsiders
would encounter marionettes and not real people. Once that
period of time passed, they would leave the town of
marionettes and return to the real world to deal with real
people.
During the process, Klein would send his marionettes to act as
an outsider and maintain interactions with the corresponding
real person, allowing the real outsiders to return to the real
world without any gaps.
In other words, there were two different lives playing out in
the same city at the same time, but no one could notice that.
Occasionally, some people would think that some details
weren’t right, but would find it inexplicable and might just
ignore it.
This was rather in line with the characteristic of an Attendant
of Mysteries, and it had a certain level of concealment.
Of course, this plan also had its problem. It was to simulate the
fate of a marionette to a very high level—almost as similar as
a human’s. Without its own independence, it would cause the
ritual’s effects to fail.
Klein tapped the edge of the long mottled table with his
fingers and was in a dilemma over the second and third plan.
After a few minutes, he did as his heart willed—cowardice—
and chose the second plan. He would rather spend more time
than affect the fates of the innocent.
Back then, Zaratul and Antigonus likely chose the third plan…
Klein sighed and prepared to return to the real world.
At this moment, he looked at the junk pile and considered
whether he should send a revelation to change the descriptions
in the City of Silver’s Holy Bible.
To a deity, the Holy Bible wasn’t anything too important. Its
best use was for its convenience to spread its teachings and
increase the number of anchors.
Klein had long come to a conclusion from The Revelation of
Evernight, The Book of Storms, and the contents of the
various orthodox Churches’ Holy Bibles.
Most of the content elevated the orthodox deity, making
random claims of grandeur and expressed mercy and pity.
In ancient times, the impression the believers had of the deities
would indeed have a negative impact on the deities. But now,
with the use of symbols instead of statues, this latent problem
no longer existed. At the very least, the Evernight Goddess,
the Lord of Storms, and other deities openly declared that they
were parts of the Creator’s original body. They weren’t
worried that it would exacerbate the awakening of the Oldest
One.
In other words, if there really was a problem with this aspect,
Klein believed that the Evernight Goddess would definitely
have changed the corresponding description. “She” would’ve
changed the description of being one of the eyes of the Creator
to a child spawned by “Him.” It too enjoyed a very high status.
At the same time, the believers’ acknowledgment of certain
matters wouldn’t have any burden on the deities themselves in
a mysticism sense. Otherwise, Amon would’ve secretly helped
Klein, or rather, prepare a batch of believers for the former
Sefirah Castle to lure them into forming the belief that the
Angel of Time was the manifestation of the Lord of the
Mysteries. With the aid of an instinctual response that met the
requirements, “He” could establish enough connections with
Sefirah Castle and open a “back door.”
To a deity, the Holy Bible only had two important components
other than for spreading the faith:
Firstly, it was a description of the authority and honorific name
of the deities themselves. If there were any mistakes, it would
lead to the prayers of the believers pointing to an unknown
target. Not only would it be dangerous to the believers, but it
would also cause the deities to lose their anchors. Secondly,
any descriptions that involved the other Churches would easily
attract conflict.
As for the angels and saints, the deities actually didn’t pay
them too much mind. The ones that cared were the angels and
saints themselves because they needed to obtain a certain level
of anchors through this.
Therefore, the Holy Bibles’ descriptions of angels and saints
were detailed enough. They had authority and honorific
names, making it easier for different believers to choose and
be immersed. In addition, this wasn’t enough to form a stable
anchor, because it was under the faith of a deity.
In order to resolve this problem, the orthodox Churches would
define certain cathedrals to different guardian angels and
guardian saints and clearly differentiate them.
Due to this knowledge, Klein didn’t pay much attention to the
Holy Bible. After he finished reading the description about his
authority and honorific name, he stopped continuing out of
embarrassment. He only used divination to confirm that the
contents wouldn’t result in a conflict with the orthodox
Churches.
After some thought, he gave up the idea of directly sending the
revelation to change the Holy Bible and decided to use a
gentler method.
During the Tarot Club’s exchange, he could use The World
Gehrman Sparrow to guide The Sun into adjusting his
understanding of the situation, turning the parts involving the
Angel of Time to Pallez Zoroast, allowing the corresponding
content to be fixed without causing any suspicion in the City
of Silver.
…
Bayam, Verdu Abraham had obtained quite a bit of mysticism
knowledge in a few Beyonder circles.
He lit up the gas wall lamp and carefully read it in the night.
Towards the end, he suddenly read a piece of news that he had
never understood before:
Bansy Harbor is a place filled with mysticism powers. Its
connection with the spirit world and the astral world is beyond
imagination… Even with the Church of Storms directly
destroying the harbor, it still can’t completely eliminate the
abnormality of its existence…
Many mysticism researchers are purchasing items related to
Bansy at a high price…
Bansy… Verdu muttered to himself silently, suddenly having a
strong interest in the harbor.
He began considering if he should buy some items from Bansy
and do a thorough study of them. After all, the spirit world
was related to “Teleportation.” The astral world and the
cosmos involved “Wandering,” and might involve Mr. Door
Bethel Abraham’s method of escaping.
Perhaps, if I have the chance, I could go to Bansy to take a
look… Verdu nodded indiscernibly.
Chapter 1328 - The Preparations Needed

Chapter 1328 The Preparations Needed

The initial preparations for building a marionette town were

rather boring and tedious. At the very least, Klein believed so.
In the ancient palace, Klein sat on the high-back chair
belonging to The Fool, holding a fountain pen. There were
ordinary pieces of paper with the name, age, and the fate of
every marionette. As he made the Worms of Spirit emerge
from his body, they formed avatars beside him.
Some Kleins sat on the ground, while others occupied the
twenty-one seats other than The Fool’s. Some conjured beds
and lay on them…
Then, they summoned different books from the junk pile and
started reading them seriously.
The books included but were not limited to:
“How to Brew Wine”
“Train Dispatching”
“Desert Making Compendium”
“A Clergyman Prepares”
“Gas Wall Lamps, Gas Meters, and All Kinds of Family
Machinery Repair”
“DESI-licacy”
“Harbor Management”
“Foundations of Law”
“Ladies Aesthetic” magazines…
These were specialist knowledge that different marionettes
needed to grasp. Only by doing so would they be able to act
their roles well, allowing him to be realistic in every aspect.
Even if they were to engage in a deep conversation with
outsiders, they wouldn’t expose any problems.
It wouldn’t be difficult for Klein if he just needed to simply
memorize the knowledge, but he had to truly grasp and apply
it. Furthermore, he couldn’t confuse his characters. He
couldn’t let a burly and strong switchman with a low income
be talking about the wonders of a particular particular skincare
product, or which silk cloth was flawed.
If such a situation were to happen in novels, plays, and operas,
it might create a strange attraction, but putting it in the real
world was clearly uncanny and not beneficial to the
advancement of the ritual.
To avoid such a problem, Klein could only work harder in the
early stages. He hoped that every character in a marionette
town would be real, whole, and appropriate.
Fortunately, there weren’t many people in a city who needed
to deeply understand the corresponding specialist knowledge.
Most of the residents were half-illiterate, or really illiterate.
They relied on experience to live their lives that they repeated
via motions. For these characters, the knowledge that Klein
needed to grasp was relatively little, just like workers who had
gone through simple training—or even without any training—
to be sent to the assembly line.
After an unknown period of time, Klein put down his fountain
pen and rubbed his temples, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He had finally written down the information about nearly five
thousand residents in the marionette town, and his
corresponding knowledge preparation was almost complete.
This is like a super large-scale movie directed by a director,
and with me being the scriptwriter. Same for the lighting
engineer, the makeup artist, and all the actors… For this ritual,
I’m really on the verge of losing control. If I’m not careful, my
personality will dissociate and I’ll fall into the abyss of
madness… Luckily, I have a professional psychologist…
Yes, I have to pay attention to a problem in the town’s
operations. Although I’m a gentleman with manners, most of
the residents in town have low socioeconomic status. Be it
speaking or acting, they’re more inclined towards being
vulgar… I can’t make a mistake during the acting and become
set back by my psychological barriers… Klein sighed silently
as the avatars around him disintegrated into Worms of Spirit
before he got them to burrow into his body.
Of course, this wasn’t all. There was also one “Klein,” who
maintained his previous state, preparing to be on Sefirah
Castle duty.
In the next second, Klein returned to the real world and took
out Creeping Hunger from the Historical Void.
Then, he “Teleported” to an island that was located in the
Berserk Sea but one that clearly deviated from the safe sea
route.
This was the “stage” he had chosen before.
This place was isolated from the storms all year round. There
were no signs of human activity, only a large forest and
animals that lived off the forest.
Klein looked around and chose an open area. He pressed his
right hand to his left chest and prayed sincerely, “I wish that
there’s a city suitable for five thousand people here.”
Just as he said that, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his
fingers.
Suddenly, this open area became extremely flat. The
surrounding forest also “receded” greatly, providing large
amounts of wood, stones, and soil.
Almost at the same time, buildings rose up from the ground.
They took form with stone and wood. The highest wasn’t more
than four stories high. The style was closer to the Loen
Kingdom’s Desi Bay.
In just the blink of an eye, residential buildings, a library, a
police station, a telegraph office, a city hall, a small hospital, a
candy factory, a water plant, a gas company, a steam
locomotive station, parallel train tracks, and plantations
outside the city took form. The streets were also paved with
cement or stone bricks.
Towards the end, on the square in the middle of the town, a
pointed-tip cathedral emerged from the ground and stood
proudly.
This was a cathedral belonging to the Evernight Goddess, as it
was in line with the background setting of the city.
“I hope this island has a deep-sea harbor.” Klein didn’t stop as
he made a second wish.
Pa!
He snapped his fingers again, fulfilling his wish.
About three kilometers away from the town, a small-scale
harbor quickly took shape. There were two docks, five
warehouses, a port hotel, a simple restaurant, a police station
branch, a bar, a lighthouse, and a naval base…
“I wish for the harbor and town to have convenient
transportation.” Klein made a third wish.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
A concrete road and a cargo rail instantly appeared between
the town and the harbor.
According to Klein’s plan, a portion of the harbor was
prepared for visitors by sea. The town was mainly for
outsiders from the Northern and Southern Continent.
As he looked at the empty city with admiration, Klein pressed
his top hat and “Teleported” to the municipal square. He
walked step by step into the cathedral named Saint Arianna
Cathedral.
The cathedral’s door was open, and it was dark inside.
After an unknown period of time, three figures appeared at the
door. They were a 30-year-old gentleman in a formal suit with
a tie, an ordinary-looking and gentle-looking woman, and a
child who was dressed like an adult.
The woman took a few steps with difficulty before stretching
her neck. Then, she smiled and reached out her hands to hold
the gentleman’s arm.
The gentleman had a faint smile on his face. As he allowed the
lady to lean on him, he reached out his right hand and held the
boy.
The little boy was skipping about, appearing very lively.
Their actions were a little rough at first, but the more they
walked, the smoother they became as they walked through the
square.
After they left, more and more people walked out of Saint
Arianna Cathedral. They consisted of the police, repair
workers, gas company employees, restaurant chefs, white-
haired old men, and simply-dressed farmers…
In the next hour, people constantly came out of the Evernight
cathedral. They either turned to different streets and went to
different places, entering different houses, stopping at the
square, or enjoying the pigeon-less scenery.
During this process, the number of people that came out had
exceeded the limits of the cathedral’s capacity, but there
seemed to be no end to the people, as though the interior was
connected to another city.
After another fifteen minutes, the entrance of Saint Arianna
Cathedral finally fell silent. However, there were rats,
cockroaches, moths, ants, flies, and mosquitoes creeping
outwards.
Finally, a colorful window at the top of the cathedral opened.
White pigeons flew out and landed in the middle of the square.
The people who had stayed there came to life completely.
Some teased the pigeons, others looked for hawkers, while
some played a seven-string guitar, and others smiled as they
conversed with their friends.
A man wearing a top hat and a trench coat and carrying a cane
left the municipal square. He came to the other side of the
town and stopped in front of a wooden board.
He took out his tools and wrote the name of the town on the
wooden board:
“Yharnam.”
After some thought, the man “wiped” away “Yharnam” and
wrote another name:
“Utopia.”
…
Backlund, inside the Hall family’s luxurious villa.
“Alfred has already boarded the cruise ship back to the
Northern Continent?” Audrey didn’t hide her surprise.
It was September 1352.
In the past half a year, Audrey didn’t spend too much effort to
make her father give up the thought of returning to East
Chester County for the first half of the year. This was because
there was a pressing need to rebuild Backlund and Constant
City. The kingdom’s political scene also needed a new
balance. Earl Hall had too many things to handle and wasn’t in
the mood for a vacation.
Therefore, whenever Earl Hall was put in a difficult spot, she
just needed to take the initiative to say that she was willing to
remain in Backlund and return to East Chester County in the
next six months to have things develop as she wanted and
receive praise for.
As for the Psychology Alchemists, they didn’t rush her either.
Up to now, the Psychology Alchemists’ council meeting had
been held three times. It was mainly to communicate their
research results and the various information of the areas under
their jurisdiction. Only Ma’am Greed had asked about the
clues to the mind dragon twice.
To be frank, if Mr. Fool hadn’t reminded Audrey to take note
of the rabbit, Wrath, and the easily forgettable president, she
would definitely find the conference interesting. Mr. Rabbit
had plenty of ideas, but she remained as vigilant as ever.
“Yes, the liner has already left the harbor.” Earl Hall smiled
and nodded. “When Alfred arrives in Backlund and completes
the necessary social intercourse, we will return to East Chester
County for fox-hunting.”
Autumn was the best time to hunt foxes.
Audrey tersely acknowledged.
“Alright.”
…
As a major general in the army, Alfred didn’t follow the naval
fleet to Desi Bay. Instead, he led his adjutants and squires and
boarded a steam-powered sailboat hybrid for Pritz Harbor.
After traveling for nearly two days, they encountered a storm
in the Berserk Sea.
As the ship shook violently, the sailors on the observatory saw
some light through their telescopes.
It came from a lighthouse.
Author’s Note: I wrote in detail three plans in the previous
chapter because I felt that the third plan was most impactful,
but it’s impossible for Klein to undertake it with his character,
so I had to unfortunately give it up. I specially wrote it out for
all of you to have a sense of what’s the most bizarre and
mysterious method.
Chapter 1329 - A Night Without Any Abnormalities

Chapter 1329 A Night Without Any Abnormalities

The liner passed through the storm and approached the

lighthouse.
A small-scale harbor entered the sights of the captain, sailors,
and passengers through the gloomy rain.
A short while later, a man in his thirties, who was wearing a
blue uniform and holding onto a black umbrella and a glass
lantern, appeared at the dock. He used rather uncommon
actions to guide the liner to moor.
As the man watched the gangway lower, he opened his mouth
and shouted, “Hey matey, where d’ya come from?”
After most of his voice was swallowed by the wind, his voice
successfully reached the liner’s interior and entered Alfred’s
ears.
“Do you know what this place is?” Alfred looked carefully at
his adjutant and squire.
He wasn’t wearing a general’s ceremonial attire. Wearing a
black trench coat that was commonly seen in Backlund, his
dazzling blond hair drooped down casually, and his blue eyes
looked like a deep lake in a forest.
The adjutant, who had neatly combed his hair to the back, first
shook his head to indicate his uncertainty before he explained,
“The storm from before made me lose my bearings.”
At this moment, the captain held an umbrella and came to the
shipboard. He answered the man, “We left East Balam two
days ago and unfortunately encountered a storm.
“What harbor is this?”
The man’s eyes darted around for a moment. Without giving a
direct answer, he shouted, “Wait a moment, will ya?”
He then turned around, holding the umbrella and the lantern as
he ran towards the buildings near the dock.
This reaction was beyond the expectations of Alfred and the
other passengers, but it wasn’t strange for the experienced ship
captain, first mate, and others—they had encountered many
abnormalities at the ports along the Berserk Sea. This made
them patiently wait for subsequent developments.
Five to six minutes later, the man led a lady over.
The woman didn’t have an umbrella and was wearing a
hooded raincoat smeared with Donningsman Tree Sap.
As the two of them approached the liner, under the watch of
the armed sailors, they climbed up the gangway to the deck.
At such a distance, most of the passengers finally saw what the
two of them looked like.
The man had brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was rough,
and it was obvious that he was of a lower socioeconomic
status and had suffered the elements. The woman was in her
twenties, and her eyes were limpid green. She had long, flaxen
hair. A few wet strands clung to her face, making her appear
pure and charming.
This was a rather pretty lady with a wild temperament.
“Hi there, this is Utopia Harbor,” the man impatiently
introduced, “I’m Theodore, the interim port cap’n.”
As he spoke, he laughed, as though he was happy that he had
invented such an amazing position.
Of course, the ship captain knew what a so-called “interim
port captain” meant. He didn’t take it to heart about this
sudden happiness of a small fry.
He frowned slightly and said, “Utopia Harbor? Why haven’t I
heard of it?”
Theodore looked at him and said, “What ye said is quite
common.
“Heh, if it weren’t for that landlubber hurricane, ye might
never come here!”
Without waiting for him to say anything else, the lady rushed
forward and said, “Utopia isn’t on the safe sea route. Usually,
only people who understand these waters and know of this
place will come here for supplies.”
So the main clientèle of this harbor are pirates? How could the
ship captain not be able to tell what she meant? And in times
like this, tacitly acknowledging things without exposing them
provided protection to both sides.
He tersely acknowledged and said, “And you are?”
“My name is Tracey.” The lady smiled. “I’m the owner of the
harbor hotel, and also its receptionist and attendant.”
She surveyed the area and said, “It’s quite a heavy storm, and
the ship will be bumpy. It’s not a wise choice to stay in there to
rest. The hotel will provide you with stable beds, warm water,
clean food, warm blankets, and an environment that will
remind you of home. It’s only ten pence a night. I’m referring
to the price of a single room.
“Other than that, you guys can still drink at the nearby bar and
enjoy our warm hospitality.”
Clearly, this lady was here to solicit for business.
The captain was rather alert and didn’t respond directly. He
nodded and said, “I can’t decide on behalf of the passengers.
They are free to choose for themselves. Of course, as captain, I
will stay here with my crew.”
Tracey maintained her smile and said, “I’ll wait at the hotel for
guests who are willing to disembark.”
She seemed to have received a certain amount of education.
She wasn’t as hot and spirited as the women at other ports who
spewed vulgarities with every sentence.
Tracey turned around and was about to return when Theodore
approached her and said with a sullen expression, “You have
to thank me for telling you the news immediately.”
As he spoke, his right hand pressed against Tracey’s butt
before he pinched hard.
Pa!
Tracey swatted away his hand and chided, “You’re a jerk who
should be f*cked by a donkey!”
She took a few steps forward and left the liner by the gangway.
Theodore shook his hands and cursed with a smile, “B*tch!”
This scene suddenly moved many passengers on board.
To them, the biggest flaw on the ship was that it was boring,
and there was a bar at the harbor.
This meant that they could meet cheap street girls who were
unlike those from the Northern or Southern Continent. There
were local street girls with their unique local charm.
If one was lucky or willing to spend a lot of money, one of
them might even be able to sleep with that spirited beauty with
an attitude!
Instantly, many passengers packed their luggage and prepared
to head to the harbor hotel.
Upon seeing this, Alfred’s adjutant asked, “General, are we
getting off the ship?”
Alfred shook his head slowly.
“We don’t know anything about this place. We have to be
careful. Staying on the ship is the best choice.”
The adjutant had no objections to this. He asked worriedly,
“What about those who have already alighted?”
“That’s their choice.” Alfred looked out of the window
expressionlessly. “If an accident happens, we can only keep
more people safe. If it’s not serious, then we will be able to
resolve it easily.”
With that said, he turned to look at his adjutant and squire.
“We’ll take turns to keep watch tonight to prevent any
accidents.”
Alfred, who had interacted with the Numinous Episcopate, the
Rose School of Thought, and other organizations in the
Southern Continent, had an instinctive sense of vigilance
towards unfamiliar places.
After he exchanged his opinion with the ship captain, Alfred
got into bed, listening to the strong winds hitting the glass
windows and the torrential rain pattering the deck. He was
about to doze off.
At this moment, he heard a tender and sad melody coming
from the direction of the harbor.
It seemed to come from a flute, intermittent like a human
whimpering through the storm.
Alfred was instantly immersed in the music. It was as though
he had returned to Backlund, which always appeared in his
dreams. He returned to a state that was a mixture of his happy
childhood days, the vexing times of his youth, and other
emotions.
He shook his head violently and shook off the feeling. He
realized that it wasn’t a psychological effect, but a normal
person’s reaction.
Alfred rolled out of bed and walked to the window. Using his
Sheriff Beyonder powers, he confirmed that the music he had
heard had come from the cheap hotel.
It’s not from the guests onboard the ship. Their goal is very
clear. They wouldn’t be in the mood to play such a melody…
There are tourists in Utopia to begin with, or could it be that
owner and part-time attendant named Tracey? If it were her,
she would be a lady with a story… Alfred sighed and retracted
his gaze. He stopped pondering over the matter.
Although he was curious, he had no intention of getting off the
ship.
Soon, the sound of the flute stopped. The harbor hotel
regained its silence and nothing unexpected happened.
Just like that, time passed, and as the storm stopped, the sky
gradually brightened.
At eight in the morning, the liner passengers returned one after
another. Every one of them had weak steps and looked
haggard.
Upon seeing this, the sailors immediately laughed and said,
“The chicks here seem pretty good!”
The passengers shook their heads at the same time and looked
regretful.
One of them rubbed his temples and said, “The Lanti Proof
here isn’t bad. It’s cheaper than other places. I wasn’t careful
and had a little too much to drink and ended up falling asleep.
I don’t even know if anything happened with that babe. Sigh, I
woke up to realize that the ship was about to leave, and I don’t
even remember what I did after getting drunk. Praise the Lady.
‘She’ let me lie in bed and not sleep in the rain.”
The other passengers chimed in to express their similar
experiences.
Of course, everyone had different details. For example, some
passengers praised the breakfast dessert in the cheap hotel.
The sailors were regretful that they didn’t manage to drink the
cheap and good Lanti Proof. They started teasing the
passengers.
“Perhaps the one who spent the night with you wasn’t the
chicks here but the burly man like Theodore. Since all of you
were drunk, there’s no way to know what happened!”
“Haha, try touching your assholes!”
Amidst the lively atmosphere, the sailors withdrew the
gangway and raised the sails, allowing the liner to set off
slowly.
Alfred finally relaxed after they passed through a dark sea and
returned to the familiar safe sea route. He smiled at his
adjutant and squire and said, “You can mark this place on our
map, mentioning that the liquor and desserts here aren’t too
bad. Yes, the girls have their own traits.”
After a few more days of traveling, the passenger finally
arrived at Desi Bay’s Eskelson Harbor, after traveling along a
winding safe sea route.
Alfred, who had the demeanor of a noble, and his socialite
instincts, paid a visit to the brass of a nearby military base and
shared a good dinner with them.
When he returned to one of his father’s vacation villas, he was
surprised to find the squire whom he had sent away to gather
for information.
“What’s wrong?” Alfred put away his disorganized thoughts.
The squire lowered his voice and said, “General, all the
official maps in the kingdom have no indication of Utopia
Harbor.”
Chapter 1330 - Moving in

Chapter 1330 Moving in

Alfred felt the room temperature plummet when he heard his

squire.
An indescribable chill invaded his body, freezing his blood
and bone marrow.
When the liner stopped at Utopia Port, he had expected the
worst situation to happen—Utopia was the headquarters of
some cult, and that everyone there was a dangerous lunatic.
But now, the truth was even worse.
Perhaps Utopia never existed!
At that moment, Alfred was unusually thankful that he was no
longer the noble scion he was when he left Backlund. He had
accumulated a great deal of experience and had thus, not really
entered Utopia Harbor.
Under the gaze of the adjutant and squire, the major general
paced back and forth with a solemn expression. He calmly
instructed, “Draft up a telegram and report to MI9 about what
happened in Utopia.
“At the same time, request the local official Beyonders to
immediately take action and contact the captain to list down
all the people who entered Utopia Harbor. If necessary, pay
each of them a visit and confirm if there are any problems.”
“Yes sir!” his adjutant immediately stood at attention and
saluted.
After the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to a
squire, “Bring up the typewriter from downstairs. I want to
write a detailed report.”
His plan was to first use a telegram to report the key
information to the brass and not delay the initial actions
necessary. Then, he would reveal more details with a
confidential document and provide more information for the
military brass to make a decision.
…
Wendel walked into a second-class carriage with one hand on
his top hat and the other carrying a suitcase.
He wasn’t even thirty years old. His sideburns were deep-
black and his brown eyes were calm. He didn’t have any
unique features that anyone could remember, but he exuded
comfortable vibes.
A few months ago, he was still a Feynapotter intelligence
officer who was active in Desi Bay, and had contributed
greatly. Now that he was a Sequence 7 Beyonder, he was part
of MI9’s internal affairs department.
Today, his goal was to send a confidential document to
Backlund and personally hand it into the hands of MI9’s
director.
After sitting down, Wendel bought a newspaper from the
paperboy and leisurely read through it.
This was just a superficial act; in reality, he began to use his
Beyonder powers to illustrate portraits of the passengers
around him, remembering all their characteristics, making
meticulous and perfect preparations for any accidents that
might happen later.
Choo!
The steam locomotive was chugging forward as the scenery
outside sped past the windows.
A few hours later, Wendel cast his gaze out of the window
with some anxiety. The sky was already filled with dark
clouds, and a storm was about to descend.
This meant that the steam locomotive would stop at a station
ahead of time to tide through the storm. It might only continue
its journey the next morning, and not reach its designated
location.
In Wendel’s opinion, this would undoubtedly lead to more
risks due to a deviation in his expectations.
However, it was beyond him. He couldn’t change the weather
like the Sea God, who was promoted by the Rorsted
Archipelago’s new government.
The only thing he could do was pray to the Lord of Storms.
Reality proved that praying was useless most of the time. By
the time the sky turned dark, the station in front of them had
already sent a light signal to get the train to slow down and
stop.
Choo!
The steam engine whistled again, and the train slowed down.
Finally, it stopped at an unfamiliar platform.
In the next second, near the steam-powered train’s head, the
mechanical door opened. The train conductor stood at the
entrance and shouted to the staff on the platform, “What
happened up ahead?”
“Heavy rain. Visibility is zero!” the white-sideburned
employee answered loudly.
Just as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded,
causing everyone to tremble as they sensed the incoming
storm.
“Damn it!” the train conductor cursed. “Which station is this?”
As it wasn’t a normal stop, he didn’t really know which station
he was at. After all, the schedule he was in charge of didn’t
stop at every station in the past.
“Utopia! It’s a small station! You can arrange the rest
yourself!” the staff shouted and ran towards the other end of
the platform with the glass lantern in hand. “I have to give the
train behind a signal!”
The train conductor had no doubts about the staff’s attitude
because this was a normal dispatch process. Otherwise, an
accident between two steam locomotives would happen.
He could even be certain that the other staff members of the
Utopia Station had already sent a telegram to the other stations
to warn them.
Of course, they must’ve received a telegram to learn of the
area ahead being enveloped by a heavy storm.
“Utopia…” Wendel repeated the name in a low voice, not
finding any useful information in his mind.
Of course, he didn’t think too much of it. This was because
there were many unknown steam locomotive stations in the
entire Loen Kingdom. This was a manifestation of the
country’s overall strength.
The train conductor looked at the dark sky and muttered a few
words before using the newest megaphone to speak to the
passengers on board.
“A storm is coming. The train will stop at Utopia station until
eight in the morning tomorrow.”
He estimated the storm to continue the entire night.
“You can stay in the carriage, or you can exit on your own
accord to head into the city to look for an inn. Tomorrow,
simply show your ticket stub to board the carriage again.
Remember to be on time.” The train conductor gave the
passengers two choices.
Wendel looked at the passengers inside the second-class
carriage and pondered for a few seconds before carrying his
suitcase and walking out of the train.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle the harsh environment that
wasn’t conducive for good sleep. When he was an intelligence
officer, he had been through plenty of hardship. He was only
relying on his professionalism that the sealed carriages, which
were limited in space for passenger movement, weren’t as safe
as a single room in an inn.
Of course, he could also stay up all night, but this would
definitely affect his condition tomorrow. Clearly, he still had a
long journey tomorrow.
After exiting Utopia Station, Wendel got on a rental carriage
by the side of the road and said to the carriage driver, “To the
municipal square.”
In the Loen Kingdom, there would definitely be a cathedral
and a hotel near the municipal square.
“Sir, are you planning on going to the hotel?” the carriage
driver asked as he made the horse turn around, seemingly
capable of getting along well with anyone.
“Yes.” As a Sequence 7 Beyonder, Wendel didn’t hide it.
In his opinion, as long as he lived in the city center while
overseas, he could easily find a group of helpers with his
status, and his strength was enough to support him in
completing this task.
“The best hotel in Utopia is Red Boots. Are we going there?”
the coach driver asked in a suggestive tone that all men knew.
If he didn’t have a mission, Wendel wouldn’t mind pleasuring
himself. However, he could only shake his head without any
hesitation.
“I want a quiet hotel.”
“Alright…” the coachman replied disappointedly. “Let’s go to
the Irises Hotel. No one will disturb you there.”
As the carriage advanced, Wendel cast his gaze outside the
window to observe the situation outside.
Perhaps it was because the storm was about to arrive, the
people on the road were all in a rush. Even the paperboys
looked down.
A very small city… Wendel came to a preliminary conclusion
from the lack of a track carriage.
He only saw one trackless carriage. This meant that most of
the areas in Utopia could be reached on foot in an adequate
amount of time.
Just as he had expected, in less than ten minutes, the rental
carriage stopped at the entrance of the Irises Hotel.
Wendel paid the fare and rushed into the hotel before the rain
fell.
He heard pattering sounds behind him just as he entered.
After checking in and putting down his luggage, Wendel rested
for a while. He kept the confidential document close to him
and went to the restaurant on the first floor to enjoy dinner.
He cautiously didn’t have any alcoholic beverages and asked
for a cup of “Fizzling Ice Tea,” which was supposedly a local
specialty, and a fried pork chop drenched in apple juice.
As a former intelligence officer of high society, Wendel didn’t
have much expectations for dinner this time, but he was
surprised by the meal.
The pork chop was fried in a succulent and juicy manner that
gave off a strong fragrance. The apple juice that was poured on
it had a slightly acerbic texture that washed away most of the
cloyed taste. The Fizzling Ice Tea was refreshing and
especially delicious…
When he foot the bull, Wendel nodded at the medium-build
waiter and said,
“Please send my compliments to the chef for giving me the
pleasure of this wonderful dinner.”
The ordinary-looking waiter smiled and replied, “That
wouldn’t be an issue.
“In all of Utopia City, our chefs are the best.”
Wendel didn’t chit-chat and quickly returned to his room to
make some arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.
Then, he fell asleep without any hesitation.
He used a relatively safe period of time, which any possible
enemies would find unsuitable for taking action, to sleep and
pass the time late into the night.
After an unknown period of time, Wendel was suddenly
woken up by an intense argument.
He snapped open his pocket watch to take a look and realized
that it wasn’t even midnight.
It’s from next door… A woman’s voice… A man’s voice…
Wendel sat up and listened carefully.
Initially, he suspected that it was a man and woman flirting,
but later, he realized that it was too intense. Some of the items
were even thrown onto the wall.
A quarrel turning into a fight? Just as Wendel mumbled, he
heard the shouting, cursing, and screaming of a woman.
Beating a woman? As a Loen gentleman, although Wendel
believed in the Lord of Storms and discriminated against
women, it didn’t stop him from thinking that men shouldn’t be
violent towards women.
After two seconds of consideration, he decided to knock on the
door and remind his “neighbors” to take note.
At that moment, a tragic cry rang out.
This was obviously from a man!
Thud! Something heavy fell to the floor.
Wendel’s brows twitched as he sharply caught the scent of a
criminal case.
He stood up, put on his coat, and went to the room next door.
He bent his fingers and knocked twice.
A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and a beautiful
woman with long, wavy hair appeared in front of Wendel.
Her hair was in a mess, and her face was ghastly pale. Her
light-green clothes were stained with blood, and she was
holding a dagger that was dripping with blood.
The lady in her early twenties stammered for a while before
speaking in a dreamy tone, “I killed someone…”
Chapter 1331 - Pleasure in Helping Others

Chapter 1331 Pleasure in Helping Others

Wendel wasn’t unfamiliar with murder at all. When he heard

that, he wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, he calmly allowed his
gaze to wander past the woman at the door and into the room’s
interior.
He immediately saw a man lying on the ground. His chest was
blood-red.
“Are you sure he’s dead?” Wendel asked calmly.
The young lady in her twenties was at a loss at first. Then, she
answered with uncertainty, “Maybe… I don’t know…”
“If there’s still hope, we need to send him to the hospital
immediately.” Wendel’s tone was like he was speaking to a
patient’s family, not a murderer.
The lady holding the blood dagger subconsciously turned her
body and made way.
Wendel took a few steps forward and approached the victim.
He didn’t need to squat down. He swept his gaze and made a
judgment based on various signs.
“He is indeed dead.”
The woman in her twenties with messy, flaxen-colored hair
didn’t show any obvious change in expression. She looked
down at her toes and said, “Call the police.”
“How do I address you?” Wendel had already heard hurried
footsteps coming from the stairs.
It was obvious that the attendant or hotel owner came up to
check on the commotion after hearing the screams.
“Tracey…” the pure lady with an attitude answered softly.
She then sank into her own world and didn’t say another word.
Wendel was just about to say something when the owner of the
hotel who had helped him check in previously had already
rushed through the door.
“Goddess!” the elderly man shouted after seeing the situation
in the room.
Wendel pressed down with his right hand, gesturing for him to
calm down before saying, “Call the police immediately. I’ll
stay here and watch.”
His temperament and words exuded a sense of confidence that
convinced others. The owner of the hotel didn’t waste any
time and immediately turned around and ran downstairs.
As for Wendel, when he first came over to check on the
situation, it was just a habit as a gentleman. In fact, he didn’t
have the intention to get involved in it. After all, he was still
shouldering the mission. However, Miss Tracey’s dazed,
detached, and cold attitude induced a sense of pity in him. This
was a normal reaction for a man.
He surveyed the area as though he was conversing with the air.
“Killing someone doesn’t imply a harsh punishment. It can be
categorized into many kinds of situations.”
Tracey slowly raised her head and cast her gaze at the
gentleman.
There was an indescribable luster in her lifeless eyes.
Wendel glanced at her bruised face.
“He hit you?”
“Yes.” The man seemed to have some sort of authority,
making Tracey, who wanted to remain silent, finally answer.
Wendel looked down at the dagger that was no longer dripping
blood.
“Was it you who brought it here, or him?”
Tracey’s response was a little slow as she replied, “Him.”
Wendel nodded slightly and said, “Exercising your right to
self-defense is in line with the law. I can testify to the police
that you had an intense argument before it happened and that
there was a fight. Clearly, men naturally possess an advantage
in this aspect. I’m not discriminating against women, but it’s
something explained by science and experience.”
He paused and asked, “What is the relationship between the
two of you? What happened?”
Tracey’s eyes darted about and she recovered a little from that
deep, reclusive state.
She seemed to be answering a policeman’s question as she
said with a look of hope and sorrow, “I am, heh, I am his
mistress.”
Upon saying this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on
Tracey’s face.
“I used to be an ugly woman who blindly chased after money.
Not long after I left the grammar school, I became his mistress
under his enticement.
“He gave me a hotel and let me stay there. I wait for his arrival
or for him to summon me every week.
“I lost interest in this lifestyle, feeling increasingly suppressed
as my inferiority complex grew. I wanted to return everything
to him and get rid of him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable.
He threatened me using all sorts of methods and refused to let
me leave him. The recent times we met all ended in fights.
“Just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him,
and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a dagger.
Y-you know what happened after that…”
Mistress… Wendel cast a regretful and pitiful glance at
Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the scene have also
confirmed the development of the situation.”
He had originally thought that Tracey and the deceased were
husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was
worse than he had imagined.
Tracey nodded blankly and said,
“Thank you.”
She didn’t say another word. She only broke the silence when
the police arrived. She raised her hands and accepted the
handcuffs.
Wendel looked at her staggered pace and said to the police,
“Bring her to check on her injuries first and treat them to avoid
any accidents.”
The police officers didn’t know why they had to listen to
instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and
Wendel to a small hospital in the city without any objections
under the heavy rain.
As Tracey was a woman, Wendel and two police officers
waited in the corridor of the hospital without entering the
room.
As time passed, Wendel saw a pregnant woman being sent to
the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some
problems and they needed help with the labor process.
After a while, he heard the sound of a baby crying, an
announcement of a new life coming to this world. At this
moment, Tracey happened to come out.
“Do you feel it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel said to Tracey
solemnly.
As Tracey listened to the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind
and rain, her expression was clearly touched.
Her face had already been wiped clean, making her look very
clean and simple.
After a few seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded
at Wendel before saying, “Thank you.”
This time, she was no longer as numb, blank, and reclusive.
Wendel secretly heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to the
police station to record a statement.
After doing what was necessary, Wendel walked to the street
side and prepared to take a rental carriage back to the Irises
Hotel.
However, in the middle of the stormy night, there were no
pedestrians or carriages on the road.
“This is the disadvantage of a small city. It’s not convenient
enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had
brought with him and made his way back to the Irises Hotel.
As a former Sheriff, he had the memory, in the mystical sense,
of the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about
getting lost in the small city.
At this moment, the storm had already reduced significantly.
However, the strong winds continued to sweep past Wendel,
causing rain to fall on him.
This caused Wendel to raise his right hand and block his chest.
That confidential document was hidden on the inside of the
clothing.
Wendel had previously kept the document close to him even
when he was sleeping, not allowing it to be separated from
him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As
long as he had the corresponding self-reminders, he wouldn’t
turn over once he fell asleep.
After walking for about fifteen minutes in the small town of
Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top
hat and clothes were drenched due to the strong winds.
This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential
document would be damaged by the water.
Strictly speaking, I have already violated the rules of the
mission, but how could I not help a lady like her? This is what
a gentleman should do… Wendel was slightly vexed, but he
didn’t regret it at all.
After entering the room, he immediately removed his jacket
and took out the document, placing it on the table.
The envelope containing the document was already visibly
soaked. There were quite a few places that seemed to tear with
a little force.
Wendel immediately rang the bell and called for an attendant
to ask for a gas stove, hoping to raise the temperature in the
room and accelerate the air-drying process of the sealed
document.
In the process of waiting, he realized that the silence expected
from the middle of the night wasn’t there. It was as if the
screams and the police’s arrival had caused the tenants and
nearby residents to wake up without being able to fall asleep.
The howling winds lessened significantly, and Wendel could
hear children crying, married couples arguing, the sound of a
wooden violin being played, intermittent sobbing, the
footsteps on the stairs, and the occasional sounds of discussion
that were sometimes suppressed and sometimes raised without
realizing it.
He didn’t feel anything about this lively scene. He just felt that
they were noisy that prevented him from calming down.
After a while, the attendant brought over a coal stove.
Wendel relaxed and asked casually, “Do you know that Miss
Tracey?”
The thin attendant shook his head.
“No.”
He then added, “I heard that she’s a local, but I’ve been living
outside in the plantations outside the city before this year.”
“What do you know about her?” Wendel asked
subconsciously.
“She comes to our hotel three to five times a month, with the
dead man.” The waiter suddenly sighed. “She’s not happy at
all.”
Wendel was silent for a few seconds before dismissing the
attendant and returning to his desk.
Seconds ticked by as the envelope outside the confidential
document gradually dried up.
At this moment, the inside and outside of the hotel had
become relatively quiet. Only the sound of rain falling and the
sound of the windows being rattled by the winds could be
heard.
Wendel was full of spirit as he recalled everything that had
happened. He sighed for Miss Tracey’s life and flipped the
envelope.
At this moment, he realized that some damage had appeared
on the bottom part of the envelope, revealing the piece of
paper inside.
Wendel frowned, knowing that he was about to be punished.
Of course, the punishment wouldn’t be too heavy as if the
document to be distributed was confidential enough, he
wouldn’t be the only one to dispatch it.
Wendel had originally planned on maintaining the present state
and showing the damaged situation during the handover.
However, when he swept his gaze, he saw a word on the
document through the hole:
“Utopia.”
Wendel’s nerves tightened, and he felt as if the sound of the
wind and rain outside had suddenly stopped.
Chapter 1332 - Shocked in the Middle of the Nigh

Chapter 1332 Shocked in the Middle of the Nigh

Why is the confidential document that I’m dispatching

mentioning Utopia?
What’s so special about this place?
…
Many thoughts flashed through Wendel’s mind as he heard a
buzzing sound.
At this moment, he felt as though he was going to fall sick
from overexertion.
Wendel quickly forced himself to calm down. He carefully
recalled all the experiences he had encountered after coming to
Utopia, and he discovered that there were no problems with
every detail. They were all things that he might encounter in
daily life.
The only thing that made him uneasy was that his arrival was
too coincidental.
It was common for the steam locomotive to stop at the last
minute due to a storm, but to stop somewhere related to the
confidential document in his hand couldn’t be explained away
with coincidence.
Wendel stared at the confidential document on the table with a
solemn expression. He hesitated as to whether he should open
them and read them carefully.
Perhaps it’s just a passing mention of “Utopia.” My actions
will severely violate internal affairs. Perhaps this is the report
of a certain intelligence agent secretly investigating Utopia.
The contents will decide whether I survive to a certain extent,
or die… After struggling for a while, Wendel looked out the
window at the dark night sky and reached for the document.
Only by being alive could one consider the punishment!
Having made up his mind, Wendel swiftly removed the
envelope outside and flipped through the typed files inside.
As he read, his hand trembled slightly. He felt a chill run down
his back. Even the burning furnace didn’t help.
No matter which angle he read it from, the confidential report
in his hands indicated that there was something wrong with
Utopia—the entire town.
This might be a city that didn’t exist in the real world!
Wendel felt his mouth go dry, as though he had heard the
footsteps of Death slowly approaching him with a sickle.
Instinctively, he wanted to get up, but in the end, he controlled
himself and didn’t react rashly.
This was because he could feel pairs of eyes staring at him in
the darkness outside, the room upstairs, and the corridor
outside.
What should I do? Up till now, nothing abnormal happened…
This means that if I didn’t know anything, it’s possible that I’d
be safe and welcome daybreak… I’ve read through a lot of
information, and if I rashly show that I already know about the
strange environment around me, it would only cause danger to
erupt ahead of time… However, I can’t just not do anything
and leave my fate to luck… Wendel recalled all the dangers he
had experienced before and quickly made up his mind.
He was prepared to immediately return to the steam
locomotive, and stay far away from Utopia to a certain extent.
At least, most of the people there were normal, while the city
was full of danger.
Of course, Wendel couldn’t just run back like that. He had to
act normal, as though he had left the hotel in the middle of the
night to return to the steam locomotive station.
Amidst his thoughts, Wendel put away his confidential report
and stood up calmly. He put on his coat and put on his top hat.
Then, with his luggage in one hand and an umbrella in the
other, he calmly walked to the door and turned the doorknob.
At this moment, the corridor was dark, with only a few gas
lamps on both sides of the corridor giving off light that wasn’t
bright enough. It added signs of human life to the silent
environment in which he could hear a pin drop.
When Wendel entered the corridor, the wooden floor beneath
his feet made a slight creaking sound. It was so clear in the
silent night that it traveled far into the distance.
With a slight frown, Wendel intentionally took a normal step
forward and approached the staircase in the middle of the
corridor.
He walked without any worries and had no intention of acting
furtively.
As he saw the stairs getting closer, he suddenly heard a
squeaking sound behind him.
“Sir, where are you going?” A slightly hoarse and intermittent
male voice sounded in Wendel’s ears.
Wendel’s body stiffened. He slowly turned back and saw the
wooden door to the service room open. An attendant came out
and stood in the shadows of the door.
He quickly smiled and said calmly, “I have an important item
on the steam locomotive. I’m afraid that someone would take
it away, so I have no choice but to return now.”
At this point, he softly grumbled, “A murder happened at the
hotel. I don’t want to stay here anymore. I can’t sleep at all.”
“I’m very sorry.” The attendant bowed slightly and responded.
“I won’t spread the news.” Wendel nodded with a promise and
then walked back up the stairs.
Perhaps it was due to the dim lighting in the night, he walked
very carefully. Every step was like walking on the edge of a
precipice.
One step, two steps, three steps… Wendel, who had been on
guard towards the attendant behind him, finally returned to the
first floor.
At that moment, not a single person was present in the hotel
lobby. All the items were hidden in the darkness, and the faint
light from the outside cast a blurry silhouette, just like
monsters eager to devour people.
Wendel looked ahead and walked through the dark lobby
before reaching the door.
Just as he pushed open the door and went out, he suddenly
heard some rustling sounds behind him. It was as if there were
rats moving around, or it was as if someone was approaching
him with light footsteps.
The back of Wendel’s head went numb, but he held back his
impulse to make a dash for it. He raised his head normally and
looked up at the sky which had already stopped raining.
Then, he inhaled the cold, fresh air and made his way to the
steam locomotive station.
He quickened his pace, looking like he was afraid of the night
and eager to end this journey.
As he walked, Wendel saw a signboard from the corner of his
eye.
“Utopia telegraph office.”
The telegraph office… Perhaps I can try sneaking in and send
an emergency telegram to the Backlund headquarters and
Eskelson military base. That way, I can look forward to the
rescue from demigods… If I’m really trapped here and unable
to leave, this will be the only way to save myself… Wendel
thought for a moment before taking a few steps diagonally,
arriving at the entrance of the Utopia telegraph office.
He wasn’t in a hurry to find a place to sneak in. Instead, he
focused his attention and listened to the movements inside.
Following that, he heard intermittent sounds of heavy
breathing.
This made Wendel occasionally feel that there was no one
inside, and at times, he felt that there was more than one
person inside.
Suddenly, the sound of breathing stopped.
All of Wendel’s hair stood on end.
His intuition told him that a figure was standing quietly behind
the door of the telegraph office!
Without any hesitation, Wendel immediately gave up the
thought of sending a telegram. He walked past the door and
continued proceeding forward.
For the rest of the journey, even a gust of wind left Wendel
trembling in fear. He was afraid of encountering an unknown
danger.
Time passed slowly as Wendel experienced the torment.
Finally, he reached the entrance of the steam locomotive
station and saw that the door was tightly shut. He couldn’t
enter.
This wasn’t a problem for Wendel. He first passed the
umbrella to his left hand that was carrying his luggage, then
went to the side and found a wall. With a press of his palm, he
rose into the air and easily flipped over.
After landing his feet firmly on the ground, Wendel heaved a
sigh of relief and began walking towards the platform at an
unhurried pace.
At that moment, an inaudible sound of footsteps could be
heard behind him.
“What are you doing here?” A deep and hoarse voice rang out.
Wendel’s toes tightened as cold sweat broke out on his back.
He didn’t hesitate. As he prepared to get violent, he made his
body turn slowly and stiffly.
The first thing that entered his eyes was a classic glass lantern,
followed by the staff member from before.
Wendel exhaled and grumbled, “It’s not appropriate for you to
appear in such an environment on such a night.
“As a gentleman, you have to avoid scaring others.”
“I’m not a gentleman,” the staff member replied in an
unfriendly manner.
Wendell pointed to the corner of the platform.
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
He had already observed the platform’s environment and
layout of the platform earlier in the day.
“Then, why are you here?” the worker asked.
“I’m lost,” Wendel answered simply.
Following that, he ignored the staff and walked towards the
bathroom.
Behind him, the staff member watched silently without saying
a word.
This gave Wendel a lot of mental stress, but he maintained his
gait very well.
In the bathroom, under the illumination of the wall lamps,
Wendel took nearly a minute to relieve the tension in his body
and successfully peed.
After returning to the steam locomotive, Wendel finally found
a sense of security as he looked at the passengers lying on
their beds.
In the next few hours, he didn’t sleep at all and was on guard
against any accidents.
Just as Wendel’s grasp of the passage of time slowed down,
the sky gradually brightened and dispersed the darkness.
In the next two hours, the travelers who had gone to Utopia
returned one after another. Some bought a bottle of local red
wine. Some looked haggard. They looked like they had been
beaten up or were hungover.
Wendel was very wary of them, but he couldn’t discover
anything unusual in the details.
Choo!
Finally, the whistle sounded as the steam locomotive slowly
began to move.
Amidst the chugging sounds, the train left Utopia Station.
After that, they went through another dark, gloomy weather.
Fortunately, no thunderstorm descended, and the sun quickly
pierced through the clouds and illuminated the ground.
For Wendel, all of this was normal. It had been like this since
he arrived at Utopia last night. If not for the confidential report
which was hidden near his chest, he definitely wouldn’t have
believed that there was any problem with Utopia.
When the steam locomotive reached the next stop, one that
everyone was familiar with, Wendel finally relaxed. He felt as
if his brain ached with a throb, as though he had been drained
of his energy.
At this moment, he quickly recalled his experience in Utopia.
As he recalled, Wendel suddenly sat up straight.
He had used the excuse of going to the bathroom last night,
but he was carrying his luggage and an umbrella. He didn’t
look like a passenger who had just come down from a steam
train.
The station worker didn’t realize this, or rather, he had already
discovered it, but he did not expose him for some unknown
reason!
Chapter 1333 - Warning Using His Experience As Example

Chapter 1333 Warning Using His Experience As

Example

All of a sudden, the muscles on Wendel’s back began to tense

up as if he were about to explode.
He was shocked and doubtful as several guesses flashed
through his mind.
The residents of Utopia are monsters in human skin. They
usually look normal, but once they encounter blind spots in
logic, they would show a side that is different from an
ordinary person, ignoring the points that are obviously
problematic?
Or perhaps that staff realized that I was lying and was
unwilling to deal with me, so he pretended not to see me and
let me go? But why?
Yes, carrying my luggage to the bathroom can be explained
away as me being afraid of losing my luggage, but the entire
platform is sheltered. There’s no need to take the umbrella.
Besides, the rain had already stopped…
Wendel instinctively turned his gaze out of the window, only
to see the sunlight shining on the platform he was at. One by
one, passengers waited in order behind the safety line,
completely different from the dark and gloomy vibes that
Utopia gave off.
Phew… He exhaled and suddenly relaxed.
This isn’t Utopia… I’ve already left… Wendel murmured to
himself as he wiped away the cold sweat that had seeped out
from his forehead.
When he recalled his oversight earlier, it was as if he had
fallen into a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from no
matter how hard he tried.
After a while, Wendel stood up and decided to smoke at the
platform to ease his mood.
The tobacco comforted him greatly, allowing him to recall his
past experiences in Utopia.
During this process, he gained inspiration from his encounter:
Maybe it’s because I sincerely helped Tracey, so that staff
member intentionally ignored my problematic actions and let
me go?
Compared to the entire population of Utopia being monsters
hiding underneath human skin, Wendel was more willing to
accept this explanation.
At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw the
conductor talking to a group of people in a corner.
Wendel took a few steps forward, trying to hear what they
were saying.
With the help of his hearing that transcended the normal limits
of hearing, he vaguely heard the conversation from a distance
that wouldn’t incur suspicion.
“Last night, the station… Utopia…”
“Doesn’t exist… in the kingdom…”
“Please keep it a secret…”
Wendel’s brows twitched slightly. Based on the description of
the document near his chest, he roughly understood what the
train conductor was talking about.
They were saying that the kingdom didn’t have a station
known as Utopia at all, and last night, the steam locomotive
had gone “missing”!
At that moment, a strong sense of horror surged through
Wendel’s heart again. He felt that it was his greatest blessing
to be able to leave Utopia alive.
…
Alfred spent nearly a week before returning to Backlund from
Eskelson Harbor.
This was because he had visited the family of his deceased
comrades, his old friends, the elders who had returned to their
fief for vacation, and some of his family’s business partners
along the way.
“This is even more tiring than participating in battle,” Alfred
grumbled to his father, Earl Hall.
Earl Hall smiled and pointed at the staircase.
“Return to your room and get some rest. We’ll talk in the study
later.”
He was quite satisfied with the mental state and progress of his
second son.
Alfred surveyed the area and asked with a smile, “Where’s the
most dazzling jewel of Backlund?”
He paused for a moment before adding, “What about
Hibbert?”
Earl Hall laughed and said, “Audrey went to her foundation
and will only return in the afternoon. She kept complaining
that you couldn’t provide her with a definite schedule,
preventing her from knowing when you would arrive.
“Hibbert is now a cabinet secretary. He’s very busy.”
Alfred nodded and returned to his room to take a shower. He
changed into a shirt, vest, and formal suit.
“I prefer East Balam’s casualness.” He looked into the mirror
and smiled at his adjutant.
“This outfit makes you look more like a noble,” his adjutant
said as he handed him the document in his hand. “General, this
is from MI9.”
“MI9?” Alfred thoughtfully destroyed the seal on the
envelope. “There’s a result regarding the investigation of
Utopia that quickly?”
Before he could finish his sentence, he pulled out the
document and flipped through it.
During this process, Alfredo flipped through the pages slower
and slower. In the end, he read it again from the first page.
The main content of this investigation was divided into two
parts:
The first was regarding the MI9 member who had dispatched
Alfred’s report. He had accidentally entered Utopia and
witnessed a murder case. He managed to forcefully escape in
the middle of the night and return to the steam locomotive.
The second was that the railways in Desi Bay which led to
Backlund didn’t have a stop named Utopia Station along the
way, nor was there a harbor known as Utopia in the Berserk
Sea. The subsequent investigators didn’t find any traces.
The two cases didn’t exceed the limits of Alfred’s imagination.
What surprised him was the criminal involved in the murder.
Her name was Tracey. She was the owner of a hotel. She had
received middle-class education and graduated from grammar
school. After that, she became a mistress of a businessman.
Recently, she was trying to free herself from this identity.
This was identical to the owner of the harbor hotel, Tracey,
that Alfred had met. Every detail matched.
As a result, Alfred determined that the culprit behind the
murder was Tracey, the beautiful woman who had received a
certain degree of education, who was able to produce sad
music in the middle of the night.
Is this her backstory? Alfred muttered to himself silently.
This made the residents of Utopia seem very realistic. It
wasn’t what Alfred had expected—an illusion.
In other words, after the outsiders left, the inhabitants of
Utopia continued to lead their own lives. They had their own
love, hatred, pains, and sorrow. They had all sorts of
experiences.
Apart from Utopia seeming to not exist in the real world, it
was similar to any ordinary town in the Loen Kingdom.
Perhaps, Utopia is real. Everyone there is real. However, if one
wants to enter the town, they have to be in the right place at
the right time… Alfred nodded indiscernibly and put away the
investigation report he had received from MI9.
To him, even if this matter ended here, he had no intention to
investigate further.
One had to know that, in the Southern Continent, there were
countless bizarre incidents and phenomena. If one was too
curious, it would only bring him greater danger than he
imagined.
After adjusting his clothes and mood, Alfred came to his
father’s study and knocked on the door with his curled finger.
“Come on in.” Earl Hall’s voice rang out.
Alfred tidied his blond hair, pushed the door open, and sat
down.
Earl Hall smiled at him and said, “You’re already a man.”
“No one would say such words to a man,” Alfred replied
without any reservations.
“In my heart, you’re still that rebellious youth,” Earl Hall said
with a smile. “You’re already a Sequence 5 Beyonder?”
Alfred replied with a double entendre, “Yes, I am a real
knight.”
Earl Hall nodded and suddenly sighed.
“You should’ve experienced a lot of hardship.
“From what I know, no matter if it’s the potions or war, they
will bring serious damage to people, from their bodies to their
minds.”
“Everyone undergoes a lot of pain in their lives,” Alfred said
with a sigh.
He used a Loen-styled euphemism.
After a pause, he added, “Compared to when I left Backlund,
my present state is even better. As long as I grasp a method
properly, I don’t need to worry too much about the impact of
the madness at my level.”
Earl Hall didn’t continue on this matter and instead said, “Your
sister has also become a Beyonder.”
“Oh?” Alfred was shocked at first, but then he remembered
something. He said with some annoyance, “I thought she just
changed her hobby.”
“From the looks of it, Audrey’s adventure had a little bit of
your help,” Earl Hall said, seemingly enlightened. “I hope you
can talk to her about how dangerous, crazy, and painful it is
about the Sequence potions. Let her remain at her current
level.”
Alfred replied without hesitation, “I’ll do it.”
In the evening, in Audrey’s small study room.
“Alfred, why are you looking for me?” Audrey, who had
changed into home clothes, led Susie and opened the door for
her brother.
She had been waiting for her brother for a few minutes.
“I have something to warn you of.” Alfred walked into the
study and casually pulled a chair over.
Audrey smiled and pointed at the golden retriever.
“Do you need Susie to leave?”
Alfred couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the obedient
golden retriever who was sitting by the side, her eyes filled
with a look of sentience.
“There’s no need for that. I believe it won’t eavesdrop on our
conversation.”
“She,” Audrey casually corrected him.
After the noble girl sat opposite him, Alfred sighed inwardly.
After not seeing her for a few years, her younger sister was no
longer as tender as before. Regardless of her looks or
temperament, she had already reached a level that brought
about amazement. She was no longer the little girl from the
past.
Alfred retracted his gaze and asked casually, “I heard that you
became a Beyonder?”
“Yes.” Audrey nodded frankly.
Alfred had originally planned on asking what Sequence she
was, but after some thought, he felt that it was too direct. It
was easy for her to flare up, so he deliberated over his words
and said, “You should be a Beyonder of the Spectator pathway,
right? The Rainbow Salamander has similar powers.”
The Rainbow Salamander was a gift from Alfred to his sister.
After Audrey gave an affirmative answer, Alfred joked, “Can
you do treatment in the mind domain now? Most Beyonders,
including me, need help in this aspect. Yes, I forgot to tell you
that I’m already a Sequence 5 Disciplinary Paladin of the
Arbiter pathway.”
Audrey pursed her lips and smiled.
“I’m a qualified psychiatrist who has undergone professional
training. You can verify this with Father and Mother.”
She’s already a Sequence 7… Alfred’s expression gradually
turned solemn.
“Audrey, I have to remind you that the potions do not only
bring about strength.”
Having said that, he paused and observed his sister’s reaction.
He realized that Audrey wasn’t impatient at all and was
listening very seriously.
“Every potion contains madness that can lead to a loss of
control… I’ve seen similar situations before. More than
once… They happened to my enemies, and they happened to
my friends. No one is spared…” Alfred amalgamated his
experiences in East Balam and began explaining the dangers
of the potion in detail.
During this process, he realized that his sister, Audrey, wasn’t
the only one listening attentively. Furthermore, Susie, the
golden retriever, appeared extremely quiet.
Chapter 1334 - Night With The Moon

Chapter 1334 Night With The Moon

MI9’s office building was located on Bellotto Street in West

Borough, and it was an inconspicuous three-story building.
The entrance didn’t show any signs of its identity. It simply
hung a door sign: “9”
The core of this office building was underground, and above it
was for the clerks. Of course, most of the Beyonders who were
under MI9 wouldn’t go underground for no reason. The
environment there wasn’t good, and the atmosphere was
oppressive. It was possible that an accident could happen due
to the failure to watch over a Sealed Artifact.
Xio was now the deputy team leader of the “National Security
and Counter-Espionage Team.” She was in charge of a rather
small-scale Beyonder team, responsible for handling
espionage cases regarding Intis in the greater area of
Backlund.
“There’s a mission here.” Her superior, MI9’s deputy director,
the team leader of the National Security and Counter-
Espionage Team, Lieutenant General Pantek, picked up a
document and handed it across the desk opposite him.
“Is it very urgent?” Xio received it and asked cautiously.
Lieutenant General Pantek was a typical Loen old man with a
case of severe hairline recession. He picked up a white
porcelain coffee cup and took a sip.
“Not at all. It’s quite low-risk.
“In fact, this mission will be sent to all members, hoping that
someone will be able to complete it by luck.”
This description was out of Xio’s expectations, but she didn’t
open the dossier on the spot and directly replied, “I will inform
my team members.”
Xio returned to her own room after leaving Lieutenant General
Pantek’s office.
When she threw herself into her seat, she seemed to have
hidden herself.
Xio quickly browsed through the documents in her hand and
roughly understood why the deputy director said that.
The Utopia that needed investigation didn’t seem to be
anywhere in the Northern and Southern Continent, nor were
there on any of the known islands in the Five Seas.
In the past two weeks, many people had entered the so-called
Utopia, but the way they entered was completely different.
Some entered from the Berserk Sea’s Sonia Sea waters,
arriving by a terrifying storm. Some were midway on a
railway that led from Desi Bay to Backlund. Due to a heavy
storm, they had been delayed and stopped at the city. Others
were in Sivellaus County, and they entered because they were
lost…
Up to now, no one has been affected by the damage or
mentally influenced… It’s no wonder Deputy Director Pantek
said that the danger level is very low… Also, there’s no way to
conclude the rules regarding the case, making it difficult for
one to find the true location of Utopia. Therefore, there’s no
way for them to send people in to investigate. Yes… I can only
tell all members of the situation, and hope that one of them
will chance upon Utopia and carefully gather information in
secret when they are there… Xio put down the documents in
her hand and stood up regretfully, preparing to inform the
Beyonders under her.
She was regretful that the mission was so difficult that she
almost couldn’t see hope. This made her unable to accumulate
more merit points.
In the past half-year, Xio had been very busy every day in
order to deal with the pending apocalypse. As she dealt with
MI9’s matters, she completed all the missions Mr. Fool had
given her, so as to accumulate contributions on both sides and
exchange for the formula and Beyonder characteristics of the
Imperative Mage formula and Beyonder characteristic, to
fulfill the wish of becoming a demigod.
And up till now, Xio was still lacking a little on both fronts,
especially in MI9. If she didn’t make any significant
contribution, Xio couldn’t see any hope.
If not for the generous salary from MI9 and all kinds of
benefits that came with it, and how she could rely on her status
and identity to monopolize a large amount of information so as
to help her complete the missions given by Mr. Fool, Xio
yearned to resign and become a bounty hunter again. That
way, she would have more freedom.
I can ask about this case at the next Tarot Gathering. Perhaps
Mr. World will have some clues… As Xio thought, she pushed
open the door to the room where her team members were.
After assigning the Utopia mission, Xio specially instructed,
“If the situation isn’t right, even if you have the chance to
enter Utopia, you can give up immediately. The town of
unknown authenticity hasn’t shown any danger. Perhaps it’s
because it hadn’t been triggered.”
After busying herself for a while more, Xio finally ended her
day in exhaustion. She returned home before half-past seven,
and she had dinner with her mother, her brother, and Fors. She
enjoyed a limited amount of relaxation.
At midnight, she washed up and walked to the bedroom
window. She grabbed the curtain and prepared to draw it.
During this process, Xio naturally cast her gaze outside and
discovered that the crimson moon in the sky had already
turned bigger at some point in time. Furthermore, the color
had clearly deepened as though it was flowing blood.
Blood Moon… Xio suddenly turned her head and looked next
door in concern. She was a little worried about her good
friend’s condition.
However, she quickly recalled that Fors was a Sequence 4
demigod and no longer feared the effects of the full moon
ravings.
…
In the room next door, Fors was lying in bed, taking in the
Blood Moon outside. As she endured the pain of her head
being pricked by needles, she heard Mr. Door say, “Although
going from Sequence 3 to Sequence 2 is indeed a qualitative
change, going from an incomplete Mythical Creature to a real
Mythical Creature, I believe that Sequence 4 to Sequence 3
has a qualitative change as well. It can even be said that
Sequence 3 is the best level in a Beyonder pathway.
“At this level, there is no need to rely on external forces to
resist the madness and the inclination towards losing control.
There is no need to endure the torment every second and
minute. They will also possess Beyonder powers that
completely exceed that of an ordinary person. They will be
more godlike than they are human. Furthermore, they can
obtain a small number of anchors and stabilize their mental
state.
“If not for the fact that most Sequence 3 Beyonder’s don’t
have long enough lives, with it being difficult for them to live
to more than 500 years old. I believe there won’t be many
saints who have the motivation to advance to an angel…”
“Yeah, yeah.” Fors nodded, indicating that she had already
understood.
At the same time, her forehead twitched slightly and she
yawned secretly.
She was already a little accustomed to the pain from her direct
conversation with Mr. Door.
Mr. Door continued, “The Apprentice pathway’s Sequence 3 is
Wanderer. This means that the spirit world can no longer trap
you. You can enter the cosmos, travel the astral world, head to
different planets, and see true dead silence, true barrenness,
true magnificence, and completely different civilizations.
“Only after experiencing it for yourself will you understand
how insignificant the world you live in is…”
Mr. Door briefly explained “His” experiences as a showcase of
the magnificence and beauty of the cosmos, displaying the
stateliness and charm of different civilizations.
This made Fors fall into a trance. If not for the sharp throbbing
pain in her head still reminding her, she would have even
forgotten that the speaker was a dangerous King of Angels.
“As long as you help me escape, I’ll give you the potion
formula and Beyonder characteristic of a Wanderer and help
you complete the ritual. Of course, this can be paid in
advance.” At the end of the full moon ravings, Mr. Door gave
another promise.
“It really makes me look forward to it,” Fors marveled
sincerely.
When Mr. Door’s voice gradually weakened and disappeared,
Fors suddenly pulled out the pillow at her waist and lay down.
In less than three minutes, she fell asleep in peace.
To her, the vast cosmos was indeed filled with charm.
However, it also contained the danger of being corrupted just
from knowing about it. She had no motivation to explore it.
“I’ll consider it after touring all the places in the Northern and
Southern Continent and the Five Seas…” In her sleep, Fors
muttered almost silently to herself.
At that moment, the blood-red moon outside the window had
already faded. It returned to a light crimson color and wasn’t
full.
…
A huge blood-colored moon hung on the edge of the cliff,
illuminating the swamp below.
The swamp was dark red and constantly bubbling, as though
lava was boiling at the bottom of it.
At a glance, there was no end to the swamp, like a vast ocean.
Pa!
A stone fell from the edge of the cliff and into the swamp.
In the next second, a bubble appeared and silently burst,
producing a blood-stained infant.
The baby staggered, swam towards the cliff, and attempted to
climb up.
Pa!
The stone beneath Emlyn White’s feet shattered as he fell off
the cliff and into the swamp.
This Sanguine Earl suddenly jolted awake from his dream. He
looked around in horror and confusion.
After confirming that this was his room, where there were
many extremely familiar dolls of different sizes, Emlyn slowly
exhaled and said to himself with a rather solemn expression,
“That dream wasn’t simple.”
As a Shaman King, he had a good understanding of a
dreamscape.
Could this be the so-called divine revelation? But I didn’t
receive any revelations… Emlyn thought for a few seconds but
couldn’t come up with an answer. Then, he decided to ignore
the problem and prepare to ask Father Utravsky when he had
the time.
…
The incomplete moon that had its blood-red colors faded
illuminated the garden of the Cathedral of Waves.
Alger reached out his hand to grab the note “delivered” by the
gale and read it.
“Verdu is looking for a pirate ship or a smuggling ship to
Bansy.”
Bansy Harbor had yet been rebuilt, and there were no liners
from all over the world that headed there. Verdu, who
treasured his limited “Teleportation” opportunities, could only
rely on extremely normal methods.
Head to Bansy? Alger immediately frowned.
He knew what Bansy meant, but he didn’t understand why
Verdu wanted to go to Bansy.
There should be nothing there!
No, even if the Church has leveled Bansy, there’s still
something abnormal about it. Furthermore, the Church didn’t
investigate what problems Bansy had hidden in the past… As
a cardinal, Alger was qualified to read through some
confidential documents, including the records of the actions
that the Church of the Lord of Storms had done when dealing
with Bansy.
In addition, he had also learned more from Mr. Fool and The
World Gehrman Sparrow.
After some thought, Alger quickly came to a decision. He
planned on getting his Shadow Guard to arrange a pirate ship
for Verdu.
In this aspect, Alger knew many key people to aid him. It
didn’t need him to show his face in person or use his name.
Of course, smuggling ships in the Rorsted Archipelago were
often equivalent to pirate ships.
Chapter 1335 - “I“
Chapter 1335 “I“
I’m sitting on the chair in a police station, looking at the
mouths of two men in black-and-white checkered uniforms
opposite me. It’s like they’re talking about something.
The man on the left has a cold expression on his face, as if he
has been through too many unfortunate events. The man on the
right is a little inexperienced, and there’s a hint of pity in his
eyes.
I don’t feel any pain, nor did I regret delivering that final stab.
At that moment, I even felt that I had been liberated. The
warm blood that sprayed on my body was like salvation from a
god.
I only regret my fervent pursuit of money in my youth. I had
sacrificed my dignity, my body, and my freedom.
Over the past few days at the police station, I’ve had enough
peace and quiet. I had the opportunity to ponder this question
at a deeper level, far deeper than whatever that I’ve been
thinking about over the years:
Me having a weak will and being immature were the source of
the mistakes I made. But they weren’t the only reason.
Ever since I was a child, all the education I received told me
that working and striving hard is for that big house, those full
floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of light, to have
more than three servants, a lawn and garden that I can call my
own, silver-plated or even gold-plated cutlery, be able to host a
banquet filled with delicacies, run balls that were filled with
melodious music, etc.
The newspapers and magazines I’d read also told me over and
over again that only those that showed a sufficient level of
decency can be called middle-class. They are the true pillars of
support for this kingdom. They are people of high-class,
excellence, zero mediocrity, and integrity, while having
compassion and knowledge.
At the same time, they also told me what decency was. It’s
wearing a beautiful dress, matching expensive skincare
products, cosmetics, and exquisite fashion handbags for
different occasions. It was to attend concerts, high tea, and
gatherings filled with class.
And all of this translated means gold pounds, gold pounds, and
gold pounds.
I have to admit that pursuing a better life is instinctual for
everyone. However, when the influences on a girl tells her in
every aspect that, when the mainstream views of society are all
about appearance, exquisiteness, and elegance, it’s very
difficult to not have her thoughts become influenced.
I don’t know what this phenomenon is called. I only know that
if all of this can’t be changed, then a tragedy like mine will
continue happening, happening more and more often.
When that happens, someone would definitely curse.
“Look at these gold-digging women, selling out their souls!”
Subconsciously, I turn around and see the beautiful and
bustling world outside. I see the bright red blood flowing in
this world.
“Miss Tracey, are you listening to us?” A voice distracts my
thoughts, coming from the slightly inexperienced policeman.
I grin at him, not telling him I’m thinking about some
philosophical questions.
What a joke. A gold digger who sold her soul is actually
thinking of such inane matters when she’s being interrogated
by the police.
The policeman nods and says to me, “Miss Tracey, you’ll be
put on trial soon. We’ll arrange a lawyer for you.
“I’m sorry, We didn’t manage to retain the witness. Just having
his testimony isn’t in your favor.”
“It’s okay,” I say quietly to him.
I will try my best to defend myself, and repent for the crimes I
have committed. I only hope that I can restart life anew.
I think for a moment and curl the corners of my lips. I say to
the two officers, “Can you borrow a few books from the
library for me while I wait to go on trial?
“Yes, ‘Phenomena of Sociology and Education’…”
At that moment, I see the two police officers in a daze, and a
hint of, yes—surprise.
…
I sit at the far end of the mottled table and hear Miss Judgment
describe the Utopia incident.
After she finishes, I look around and hoarsely say, “This is a
ritual.”
Unsurprisingly, I see Miss Judgment’s gaze freeze. I can sense
Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice looking over with a hint of
speculation in their eyes.
At this moment, I can almost guess what they’re thinking.
They definitely suspect that this is The World Gehrman
Sparrow’s Sequence 1 ritual. And they are already long aware
from the talks in the Tarot Gatherings that the existence of a
Sequence 0 true god makes it impossible for a Sequence 1 to
exist.
Regarding this matter, I have already prepared an explanation.
It is to let them think about the ancient sun god and “His”
eight Kings of Angels.
Unfortunately, no one raises any questions. They may have
already made the connection to the Kings of Angels, or
perhaps they believe that the ritual involving Utopia is mainly
to help Mr. Fool awaken further.
…
I look at the lady who is lost in thought, and I ask after some
deliberation, “Miss Tracey, where do your parents live?”
“They’ve already passed away…” the beautiful lady whose
soul no longer belongs here replies with an ethereal voice.
I lower my head and record it.
“Do you have any other relatives?”
The lady turns to look out the window and answers casually,
“No…”
I exchange looks with my colleague and raise my voice.
“Miss Tracey, are you listening to us?”
The lady opposite me retracts her distant gaze and smiles at
me.
I don’t know what she’s thinking about. She’s so quiet like a
flower blooming alone in the night.
This analogy comes from an anthology of poems. My brother
told me that reading poems makes me more charming.
Of course, up till now, the poems have only brought mostly
mockery. All of the police officers believe that it’s worthless.
When I tell the lady opposite me about the trial, I see a faint
smile on her face as she pleads us to borrow a few books from
the library—ones that I believe are difficult just from the title.
The smile and the names of the book combine together into an
indescribable beauty.
After sending Miss Tracey back to the temporary detention
room, I pack up the materials for the case and prepare to pay a
visit to the lawyer. It’s something that had been pre-
determined long ago.
…
I lean back in my chair and listen to The Moon Emlyn
describe his dream.
After Father Utravsky’s appraisal, this dream has been
confirmed to have not originated from the Earth Mother.
This inevitably makes people cast their looks of suspicion at
The Moon, towards a state prior to being corrupted by the
Mother Goddess of Depravity… I’m nearly amused by my
own thoughts.
As an experienced Seer, a master at deciphering dreams, I’m
not held back by modesty. I frankly reveal what I know:
“The three possibilities are that this dreamscape is trying to
bait you into exploring and pursuing something. To a certain
extent, it can interfere with your fate. Secondly, this
dreamscape hopes that you can interpret it deeply and
understand it. Then, through this, corrupt you in an
indiscernible manner. Thirdly, you are too worried about the
matter of becoming a Beauty Goddess, so you dreamed of that
remarkably terrifying scene.
“The third possibility doesn’t need elaborating on. The action
needed for the first two possibilities are the same: don’t think
about it, don’t investigate. There’s no need to leave
Backlund.”
With that said, I see Emlyn nod without any hesitation.
I know it’s his way of handling things.
…
“A murder case?” I browse the information on the case in my
hand, and I use the changes in the tone of my voice to express
my doubts. “You should hire a senior lawyer.”
I’m just a solicitor, and strictly speaking, I don’t have the right
to represent anyone in court.
Of course, this is only in the strictest of cases, but in reality,
that never happens. As long as the case isn’t too serious and
doesn’t involve the criminal courts, a solicitor can provide
assistance to the court.
The policeman in a black-and-white checkered uniform
opposite me says with a smile, “Utopia is only a small city. We
don’t have senior lawyers; we’ll have to hire them from
elsewhere.
“Besides, this case is a case of self-defense. The sentence
period will be very short, and the monetary aspect of this case
doesn’t even exceed 400 pounds. The trial can be done at the
magistrate courts. When self-defense is deemed invalid, it’ll
be handed over to the criminal courts.”
He knows plenty. Is he planning on switching professions to
become a lawyer? However, in normal circumstances, he still
has to hand a homicide case that has unjustifiable self-defense
to the criminal courts. Heh heh, this is the benefit of a small
city. There are many things that aren’t that strict… I think for a
moment and reply tersely, “I’ll try defending the client by
claiming innocence.
“Also, please arrange for me to meet Miss Tracey as soon as
possible.”
After flipping through the information from before, I’m
already quite confident in this case. The biggest problem now
is whether Miss Tracey’s image can lead to the sympathy of
others.
Yes, although my solicitor license was forged from elsewhere,
this cannot deny my professionalism. It just so happened that I
made mistakes on that examination.
…
Bansy? Verdu wants to go to Bansy? I sit at the bottom end of
the long, mottled table and look at The Hanged Man who has
reported to Mr. Fool. I have some doubts about the
development of the matter.
Verdu, who’s engrossed in mysticism and is trying to save Mr.
Door, does have certain reasons to search Bansy Harbor.
Furthermore, he has stayed in Bayam for almost half a year, so
it’s very normal for him to come into contact with information
about Bansy… The main problem is that The Hanged Man’s
previous surveillance didn’t provide any corresponding signs,
making Verdu’s actions seem a little out of place… The
importance placed on this matter has to be raised… I nod
inwardly and hear Mr. Fool instruct, “Continue monitoring.”
…
I play the seven-stringed guitar by the fountain in the
municipal square. I use my knife and fork to slice the steak. In
the cathedral, I describe the teachings of the Goddess to the
believers. I reach out my right hand and leave the carriage
with the help of a gentleman. I get the new dress I had been
eyeing for so long, and I can’t wait to change into it. I stride
forward with my four legs as I’m being chased by a child. I
laugh loudly as I totter about and play with a dog…
Suddenly, we tremble. We look up into the sky and see
illusory, thin lines drilling out from our bodies. They extend to
an infinite height, extending beyond the grayish-white fog.
They extend into an ancient palace and land in the hands of a
tall figure shrouded in fog.
During this period of time, Klein’s state had always been very
strange, as though he had completely transformed into
thousands of lives. Every clone had their own will, thoughts,
knowledge, and fate.
However, above this collective consciousness was a primary
consciousness that held control. It constantly suffered all kinds
of attacks, as though it could be assimilated by the sea of
consciousness that had been formed autonomously at any
moment. However, it eventually withstood the barrage of
attacks, allowing Klein to maintain a certain level of clarity.
His true body had been lying underground in Saint Arianna
Cathedral. His consciousness would occasionally rise and
enter Sefirah Castle, and occasionally sink into his body.
All the scenes that the marionette clones experienced
constantly flashed in his mind like a dream formed from large
amounts of fragments.
Chapter 1336 - 1336 in
1336 Interaction
Backlund Steam Locomotive Station, Platform 3.
Alfred chatted with his parents and sister for a while before
rushing to leave the train during the gap in between. He came
to the platform and said to his squire, “Give me an East Balam
cigarette.”
If the past few years had any negative impact on him, other
than his mental suffering and pain, he still retained a few bad
habits.
After smoking plenty of East Balam cigarettes that consisted
of spices and herbs wrapped in roasted tobacco leaves, Alfred
was no longer used to the paper cigarettes that remained
popular in the Northern Continent. He believed that they were
bland and tasteless, as though they were liquor diluted with
water.
As for cigars, he felt that it needed a good environment to
slowly savor it. It didn’t suit his present situation.
Of course, his smoking addiction wasn’t too serious. A
Disciplinary Paladin had a good enough constitution and spirit
to resist such influences. Alfred came to the platform to smoke
because he felt that it was too stuffy in the train carriage.
Besides, his mother often raised the issue of him not being
married.
After the squire took it out and lit the East Balam cigarette,
Alfred brought the stick that was nearly charred black to his
mouth and sucked it deeply.
The strong smell entered his body, causing his spirit to jolt.
At that moment, he saw a blond-haired man who looked like a
classic sculpture walking over with his valet.
Alfred hesitated and smiled. He raised his right hand and said,
“Hibbert, I thought you wouldn’t be returning to East
Chester.”
It was Earl Hall’s eldest son, Alfred’s brother, Lord Hibbert
Hall.
Hibbert drew a perfect smile and said, “I’m just a cabinet
secretary, not the cabinet chief secretary. I won’t be so busy
that I don’t even have the weekend off.”
In fact, he had no plans on being a cabinet chief secretary,
either. His main goal was to accumulate experience at the
various departments in the government and build up his own
networks and resources to prepare for entering the House of
Lords in the future.
Alfred took another puff of the East Balam cigarette and
smiled.
“Happy weekend.”
After watching Hibbert enter the carriage, Alfred sensed that
someone was looking over and was discussing.
“Why aren’t there any passengers waiting for that train
carriage?”
“It doesn’t seem to be full.”
“Haha, that’s a special carriage. It was pre-booked by an
important figure for a large sum of money. I know that you
might not have seen such a situation before, but you have to
remember that this happens frequently in big cities like
Backlund and Constant. When those important figures bring
their entire family out, they will definitely have more than a
hundred servants follow. Perhaps there might even be pets, so
how can they squeeze in a train carriage with ordinary
people…”
“Is that so…”
“I wonder who is this big shot?”
Alfred turned his head to look. There were dozens of people in
gray-blue uniforms on Platform 2 who were quietly surveying
Platform 3 across the empty tracks.
The distance between the two parties wasn’t small. If Alfred’s
hearing wasn’t outstanding, he wouldn’t be able to figure out
what they were discussing.
“They are?” Alfred turned to ask his adjutant.
He could only recognize that the uniform they were wearing
belonged to a railway company.
The adjutant turned around immediately and asked the staff at
the platform.
Soon, he jogged back and whispered to Alfred, “General,
they’re train dispatchers from all over the kingdom. They’re
undergoing short-term training in Backlund.”
Alfred nodded slightly and glanced at the Platform 2 again.
The oldest of the train dispatchers had white hair and the
youngest looked to be in their early twenties. Most of them
were middle-aged men in their thirties or forties with gray
sideburns.
…
In the Sonia Sea, City of Generosity, Bayam.
Verdu carried his luggage, which didn’t contain many
valuables, and boarded the boat at night. He left the harbor and
boarded a pirate ship.
As a Sequence 7 of the Apprentice pathway, he wasn’t very
good at combat. And even though Verdu had a mystical item
with him, he was rather afraid of its negative effects. He
wasn’t willing to use it unless it was critical to do so.
Therefore, in order to avoid danger, he tried his best not to
bring anything that would easily attract the greed of pirates
which he didn’t trust.
The pirate on the deck glanced at Verdu and scoffed.
“There’s no need to be afraid. We always keep our promises.
As long as you pay for the journey, we definitely won’t throw
you into the sea. Here, it’ll be even safer than you taking a
passenger ship. At least you don’t have to worry about
encountering pirates.”
Seeing Verdu silent as though he appeared somewhat afraid,
the pirate gleefully threw a key to him.
“The second floor on deck, the room at the end.”
Verdu caught the brass key and entered the cabin. He climbed
up the stairs and headed down the corridor.
This level seemed to be specially prepared for the people who
boarded the pirate ship for various reasons. Along the way,
Verdu encountered a few passengers that were totally unlike
pirates.
Among them was a street girl who was dressed rather scantily,
a middle-aged man with a protruding belly and oily faces, an
extremely cold young man wearing a cloak and a top hat.
“Do you want to join me?” the lady smiled and asked when
she saw Verdu looking over. She fluttered her eyes at him as
she asked. It wasn’t clear if she was planning to do some
business on the trip, or if she was doing business while
happening to make a trip.
Verdu ignored her and withdrew his gaze before walking to his
room.
That well-defined and cold young man also stopped at the
entrance diagonally opposite.
…
Backlund, West Borough, 9 Bellotto Street.
“Come in.” Xio straightened her body from the huge, wide
seat.
The door creaked open, and two MI9 members who were
under Xio walked in.
“Colonel, we’ve found some information regarding the
investigation of Utopia.” A man in a dark-colored jacket
handed Xio a report.
Xio was startled as she perked up.
“What is it?”
The man in a dark-colored jacket simply said, “In the past few
days, we took advantage of the free time we had from
completing our previous mission, to visit all the passengers in
Backlund from that particular steam locomotive through our
informants.”
Without a doubt, he was referring to the steam locomotive that
had stopped at Utopia.
“Okay.” Xio nodded and gestured for her subordinate to
continue.
The man in a deep jacket pointed at the report and said, “We
have preliminary confirmation that none of the passengers that
successfully arrived in Backlund show any abnormalities.
They’re in good spirits and have no problems with their
memories.
“However, we discovered something: at that time, not
everyone returned to the train. According to two passengers,
their neighbors chose to remain in Utopia.
“One was a lady who loves traveling and exploration. She has
a deep love for foreign places. After witnessing the
outstanding red wine, desserts, and unique Fizzling Ice Tea in
Utopia, she decided to give up on her original plans and stayed
in this small unique city for a while longer to discover even
more wonderful things.
“The two passengers learned about this when they were
chatting with her. Not only did they share neighboring seats,
but they also chose to stay in the same hotel. They met in the
morning.
“That hotel happened to be the same one our intelligence agent
stayed in. It’s called Irises.”
Xio slowly nodded and said, “Have you investigated the lady’s
situation?
“What’s her name?”
“No, we can’t be sure if she has left Utopia,” answered the
other MI9 member with a bushy goatee. “Those two
passengers only know that lady’s name is Monica, but they
don’t know her last name or background.”
Xio tersely acknowledged.
“Your subsequent mission is to investigate this lady’s
background, find her family and friends, and confirm if she
has returned.”
“Yes, Colonel.” The two MI9 personnel saluted and left Xio’s
office.
Xio read the report they had submitted and sighed silently.
Compared to her subordinates, she was actually closer to the
truth of Utopia. She already knew that it was a ritual that had a
certain connection with Gehrman Sparrow.
However, she had no way of reporting this news to her
superiors for credit.
Without mentioning the origins of the information, Xio needed
to consider whether Gehrman Sparrow was willing to let this
news leak out.
Perhaps I can try contacting Gehrman Sparrow and ask him
for his opinion… Xio tidied her desk in thought and left MI9.
After changing her clothes, she returned to East Borough and
the bridge area. She headed to different bars, just like back in
her bounty hunter days, to gather all sorts of information from
different people.
During this process, she asked about Utopia in passing, but no
one had heard of it.
Finally, Xio entered a bar located in the Backlund Bridge area
and sat on a high stool. She said to the bartender, “Anyone
suspicious recently?”
“A lot of people are suspicious, but they don’t have any
bounty,” the bartender replied casually.
Xio circled around this topic for more information, and when
done, she asked according to plan, “Have you heard of
Utopia?”
“I’ve heard of it,” the bartender replied as he wiped the glass.
Xio moved her gaze from the bar counter up slowly.
She looked at the bartender and asked, “Where from?”
“There was a guest who came earlier, and he controlled his
drinking,” the bartender said indifferently. “I promoted our
specialty cocktail to him. He said that he has other things to
do, so he could only drink a glass of beer. I praised him and
asked where he came from. He said, ‘Utopia.’”
…
Wendel had just finished his breakfast when the doorbell rang.
Through the peephole, he saw a police officer in a black-and-
white checkered uniform standing outside. He opened the door
in puzzlement.
“Might I ask what’s the matter?” Wendel asked politely.
This house was a place he had been assigned to after coming
to Backlund. This was because he would be staying in this city
for quite some time, receiving internal investigations and
monitoring.
The police officer was still young and a little inexperienced.
He was only in his early twenties.
He forced a smile and said to Wendel, “Hello, I’m Biles, a
police officer. There’s a case that requires you to provide
testimony in court.”
“What case?” Wendel frowned slightly.
The young policeman named Biles said with a polite smile,
“It’s the Tracey homicide case in Utopia.”
“…” Wendel’s eyes widened.
Chapter 1337 - A Chain Reaction

Chapter 1337 A Chain Reaction

At that moment, Wendel felt his calves tremble slightly, as if

he could no longer support the weight of his body.
After leaving Utopia, he had anticipated the worst possible
outcome—sudden death with no explicable reason.
However, he never expected that he would meet someone from
Utopia in Backlund, a real large city.
More importantly, the visitor had even invited him to Utopia.
To Wendel, this was an extremely scary nightmare. Him not
experiencing a mental breakdown could only be attributed to
his good mental fortitude.
Keeping his composure, Wendel forced a troubled expression
and said, “I’ve had plenty of things to do recently…”
The police officer named Biles immediately said, “The trial
will happen in two weeks. Here’s the subpoena.”
As he spoke, he handed the document to Wendel.
Frankly speaking, Wendel didn’t want to accept it at all, but he
had no choice but to accept it.
Biles took a step back.
“This concerns the future of a lady. I sincerely hope that you
can testify in court.”
“It depends on the situation…” Wendel didn’t want to agree or
refuse.
Biles didn’t say anything else as he bowed.
“I’ll wait for you in Utopia. I hope we meet again.”
With that said, he turned around and left the residence,
entering the street.
Throughout the entire process, Wendel seemed to have been
frozen into an ice sculpture, standing there without blinking.
After another ten seconds, he finally woke up from his
nightmare. He collapsed to the side weakly and held himself
up by placing his right hand to the door.
Just now, he had been so afraid, afraid that Biles would
forcefully bring him back to the non-existent Utopia.
If that happened, Wendel didn’t know if he still had a chance
to leave. Perhaps, he would disappear forever.
Compared to sudden death, this impossible-to-predict but
clearly negative outcome left him even more fearful.
I need to quickly report this matter to the brass! Capture that
policeman from Utopia and find out the real situation of this
bizarre town and a suitable way to resolve the problem
completely! Wendel snapped back to his senses and tried his
best to perk himself up. He prepared to inform the MI9
members who were secretly monitoring him.
At this moment, he finally realized that there was a huge
problem with his response. He didn’t grab the opportunity to
inform his monitoring colleagues with a hand gesture that the
police officer who had visited him was problematic. He didn’t
try to stall for time either; instead, he waited for the monitors
to realize that something was wrong. He also didn’t show his
talent as an intelligence agent, asking surreptitiously Biles
which hotel he stayed in Backlund and what day he was
setting off by train.
He was so terrified that he could only subconsciously use a
response that wouldn’t create an accident.
With that thought in mind, Wendel walked out of the door and
looked in the direction where Biles had left, but he didn’t even
see his figure.
This police officer from Utopia had already blended into the
carriages and pedestrians.
Retracting his gaze, Wendel looked down at the subpoena in
his hand and suddenly felt a little uneasy.
What will happen if I don’t go to Utopia to testify two weeks
later?
The more Wendel thought about it, the more scared he
became. His calves weakened again, and he hurriedly made a
hand gesture to inform his colleagues that were hiding around
him of the anomaly.
…
West Borough, 9 Bellotto Street.
After learning that a Utopia resident had arrived in Backlund,
Xio was both shocked and confused.
According to her previous observations, Utopia was likely
located in a secret location, or somewhere between real and
illusory, allowing outsiders to enter through random entrances.
As for why they wanted outsiders to enter, it was probably a
ritual requirement.
Therefore, according to Xio’s understanding, the people of
Utopia likely wouldn’t leave their hometown and wander
around.
This is also a ritual requirement? What’s the true identity of
these residents? Mr. Fool’s believers, The World Gehrman
Sparrow’s companions? After Xio asked about the general
appearance of the Utopia visitor, she had no choice but to
return to MI9’s headquarters due to the lack of further
information. She hesitated on whether she should send her
subordinates to perform a large-scale search.
She wasn’t sure if Mr. World would be happy to see such
actions being taken, and she was afraid of affecting the ritual.
After pacing back and forth in the office, Xio prepared to pray
to Mr. Fool and ask “Him” to transfer her questions to The
World Gehrman Sparrow.
As she walked to the chair, Xio swept her gaze across the
report placed on the table.
It was an investigation report that her two subordinates had
prepared. On the one hand, they had confirmed that there were
no problems with the passengers that successfully arrived in
Backlund. On the other hand, they had pointed out that there
were passengers who had remained in Utopia.
Passengers… Xio’s eyes narrowed as she made a guess based
on her intuition.
That Utopia inhabitants had their own goals in coming to
Backlund, and it wasn’t for a random trip. And his goal is very
likely related to a particular passenger who has left Utopia.
This… Xio was alarmed as she hurriedly sat down and
attempted to pray.
Just then, someone knocked on her office door.
“…Please come in,” Xio said after some hesitation.
As the door opened, Xio saw the goateed Locke and Wendel,
who was in charge of the Utopia incident.
“Colonel, Wendel met someone from Utopia. He paid him a
visit directly!” Locke said, fumbling over his words.
This development was equally unexpected.
Indeed… Xio wasn’t surprised. Instead, she secretly heaved a
sigh of relief.
She looked at Wendel and asked, “Why did he visit you?”
“He requested that I head to Utopia to testify about the
homicide case I mentioned in my report.” Wendel was clearly
calmer than before.
He then added, “He’s a policeman. Name’s Biles. I don’t dare
ask where he was living. I don’t know when he’s planning to
leave or which steam locomotive he’s planning on taking to
leave.”
To express the weight she had on this matter, Xio stood up and
thought.
“Locke, summon your team members to look for the rental
carriage drivers who often prowl for customers around
Wendel’s residence, as well as the carriage drivers who passed
by the nearby district, and ask if they’ve seen Biles before. If
they have seen him, ask them where he was sent to. Also, send
someone to the steam locomotive station and wait by the
entrance to observe the passengers…”
After instructing her subordinates, Xio turned to look at
Wendel.
“Cooperate with them and sketch out Biles.”
“Yes, Colonel,” Locke and Wendel replied in unison.
After they left and closed the door, Xio sat back down and
began to pray.
Soon, she received Mr. Fool’s response and saw The World
Gehrman Sparrow praying in the gray fog.
Gehrman Sparrow told her:
“You can carry out normal investigations.
“When necessary, you can suggest that it’s a ritual, but it must
be included among a few options.”
Xio immediately heaved a sigh of relief as she patiently waited
for her subordinates to report the results of their investigations.
As night fell, Locke returned to Bellotto Street and reported to
Xio,
“We found the rental carriage driver that took the Utopian’s
business!”
“Oh?” Xio showed her concern.
Locke explained simply, “That Utopian originally got the
carriage driver to go to the dock area. However, as soon as the
carriage entered the corresponding area, he requested to get
off, saying that they had arrived.
“That street was very unfamiliar to the carriage driver, making
him feel like he was lost.
“After leaving that street, he realized that his surroundings had
become familiar.
“Our men accompanied him to that place again, but he
couldn’t find that street no matter what.”
Xio nodded slightly and said solemnly, “It matches our
preliminary descriptions regarding the entrances and exits of
Utopia.”
“Colonel, are you saying that one can enter or leave Utopia
from any city and street?” Locke was in disbelief.
Xio thought for a moment before saying, “From the looks of it,
yes. But I have a feeling that there’s something wrong.
Hmm… How does Utopia connect to different places? What
does it rely on?”
As her voice trailed off, Xio said to Locke, “Tell Wendel that
he’ll spend the following two weeks here until that subpoena
expires.”
“Yes, Colonel.” Locke turned around and left Xio’s office.
Wendel didn’t have any objections to Colonel Derecha’s
arrangements. He could even say that he would only feel safe
inside MI9’s headquarters.
His temporary residence was a simply refurbished duty room.
Through the window, he could see the lawn, garden, and trees
outside.
At a glance, Wendel saw a pitch-black raven standing on a tree
branch, silently looking over.
…
Night in Bansy was abnormally creepy. From time to time, the
cries of ravens or other seabirds could be heard.
Verdu stood at the window, watching the approaching
dilapidated dock and the city that had already been reduced to
ruins. The pressure in his heart grew.
After a few days at sea, the ship he boarded was about to reach
Bansy Harbor.
The captain had already informed Verdu in the morning that
they would only wait for two hours. If he exceeded the two
hours, Verdu could only wait for the next ship on this deserted
island. Who knew when the next ship would come.
After taking a deep breath, Verdu retracted his gaze and took
off his coat.
Then, he opened his suitcase, took out a classic black robe,
and put it on.
The surface of the robe was embroidered with golden and
silver threads, and there were many gems the size of rice
grains attached to it. It was a Sealed Artifact of the Abraham
family.
After making preparations, Verdu left the pirate ship and
entered Bansy Harbor.
Along the way, the ancient robe tightened, causing his face to
turn purple as he nearly fainted.
As they walked, Verdu found the spot where the telegraph
office stood based on the map he had bought. In the middle of
the rubble, there were two bloody red marks—ones that
remained fresh. It was as if they were left behind after two
people were crushed into minced meat.
Beside the two figures, on a broken wall, there was an
octopus-headed monster wearing armor. It stood on waves and
was holding a trident.
Verdu raised the lantern in his hand high and was about to take
a closer look when he suddenly felt a drop of cold liquid land
on his neck.
Gripped with terror, he subconsciously reached out his hand.
He found it sticky, nothing like rain. It was colorless. Not
blood.
It’s a little similar to saliva… Verdu’s forehead twitched
slightly and he slowly raised his head to look at the place
where the drop of liquid could have dripped from.
It was a swath of pitch-black. It was the night sky without the
moon or stars.
Chapter 1338 - Exploration

Chapter 1338 Exploration

Verdu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling an

indescribable sense of fear.
He didn’t know what he was afraid of. There wasn’t any real
danger; yet, a drop of unknown liquid falling from above was
enough to chill his spine and tighten his pores.
Perhaps it was because the environment was too eerie and
silent, or perhaps it was because of the identity and unknown
origins of the liquid… Verdu cautiously moved two steps
outside and patiently observed.
In the next few minutes, nothing abnormal happened. No more
liquid fell from above.
This made Verdu suspect that it was only a bird passing by.
There was a freshwater fish from the island’s streams or a sea
fish in its mouth and a slightly sticky liquid dripped from its
surface.
He calmed himself and then checked on the ruins of the
telegraph office.
Ten minutes later, Verdu confirmed that there were only traces
of blood and simple murals that were related to mysticism. It
was worth researching.
He didn’t rashly extract samples of the blood-colored soil or
make copies of the strange mural. Instead, he took out a pure
dreamy crystal ball from his pocket.
As an Astrologer, he naturally had to use his best techniques to
confirm if he should take action.
Holding the crystal ball in his left hand, his right hand touched
the top of the crystal ball as Verdu entered the state of an
Astrologer.
In the next second, the crystal ball shone brightly.
Bang!
It exploded and scattered shards in every direction.
“…” Verdu’s gaze froze. He stood rooted to the ground,
completely ignoring the pain brought to him by the shards
piercing into his body.
“It exploded… it actually exploded…” he muttered to himself
in disbelief.
The crystal ball shards that stabbed into his body didn’t seem
to break through the classic robe. At that moment, they fell
without any blood on them.
Of course, there were a few shards left on Verdu’s jaw and
face, peppering them with small wounds.
“Who is it?” Verdu suddenly came to his senses and turned to
face another direction.
In the ruins opposite him, a figure walked out. It was the
woman in scantily-clad clothes from the pirate ship.
She had hidden herself very well and wasn’t discovered by
Verdu. However, the explosion from the crystal ball gave her a
fright and made her react excessively, causing her to fail to
maintain her hidden state.
Verdu’s injured face immediately twisted.
“Why are you here?”
The lady curled her lips and put on an indifferent attitude.
“This is Bansy Harbor, not your home. Why can’t I be here?
“I felt bored and came down to take a stroll, hoping to pick up
some jewelry from the ruins. Is there any problem with that?”
She retorted with a few questions without any intention of
distancing herself from Verdu.
Verdu didn’t argue with her. He took out the medicine and
medical alcohol that he had prepared beforehand and treated
his facial and chin injuries. He then pulled out the crystal ball
shards and put them back into his pocket.
He didn’t want his blood to remain in such a strange place.
Following that, Verdu pulled on an accessory on the classic
robe.
It was a door-shaped symbol formed from three rubies, three
emeralds, and three diamonds.
In an instant, the long robe tightened, accentuating the flesh on
Verdu’s body.
Just as Verdu’s bones were about to be crushed, his figure
gradually faded and he disappeared.
Then, he “Teleported” to the coastal mountain outside Bansy
Harbor.
The mountain had collapsed and turned into rubble.
According to what Verdu knew, this was once the place where
the Bansy residents used to worship the God of Weather. It
was also the main target of the Church of Storms.
After the crystal ball exploded to warn him that the Bansy
telegraph office was hiding an unknown danger, Verdu didn’t
dare to continue exploring the area or search for mysticism
materials. He could only forcefully move to the next location.
And this allowed him to escape the woman’s tailing.
As soon as Wilder’s figure appeared, he bent down and took a
deep breath. It was as if he had finally recovered from his
suffocating state.
At the same time, Verdu felt a sharp pain in his right rib, as if a
bone had fractured.
After taking several deep breaths, he endured the pain and
walked a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead,
arriving at the altar marked on the map.
Without a doubt, the altar had been destroyed. There was only
a glassified, slightly-charred crater. There was gravel with
different shapes scattered around it.
The gravel had traces of being engulfed in fire and lightning to
various degrees.
After Verdu Abraham surveyed the area, he raised his right
hand and waved his sleeve.
With a whoosh, a small portion of the gravel was “pushed”
away from the spot, revealing the ground beneath it.
This was a Trickmaster’s Wind Trick. Verdu used it to replace
the need for manual labor to fully ensure his safety.
As the gravel flew, Verdu saw the charred ground. There were
a few parts left in some areas that had extremely incomplete
patterns, drawings, and symbols.
Woo!
The sound of the wind grew more intense as it resonated in
Verdu’s ears, causing him to look up in surprise.
The wind that could only blow small gravel had somehow
turned into a hurricane. It even “pushed” him into a state of
staggering about.
Wild clouds gathered in the sky, as if a storm was brewing.
Although he had heard that Bansy was a “Weather Museum,”
he had never thought that the changes would happen so
suddenly.
For a split second, Verdu suspected that his “Wind Trick” had
triggered a storm, or perhaps it had caused some changes to
the cleared ruins of the altar.
This guess made his forehead break out into a cold sweat.
As the storm raged, Verdu saw the rubble in front of him fly
up, revealing a boulder that was buried underneath.
The surface of the boulder was crisscrossed with deep cracks,
giving off a feeling that it would shatter once it was touched.
At this moment, the wind had calmed down, but the heavy rain
was still brewing.
Thinking about how he was already in Bansy Harbor, and
couldn’t afford to be scared off just like that, he mustered up
his courage and approached the boulder covered in charred
black cracks.
He then took out a magnifying glass that was engraved with
strange patterns, and he seriously checked the state of the
boulder.
Seven to eight minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying
glass, a mystical item, and sighed in regret and dismay.
He had already confirmed that there was nothing wrong with
the boulder. It didn’t involve anything related to mysticism.
Verdu was about to retract his gaze and leave when he
suddenly saw that at the interface of the boulder’s bottom and
the earth, bright redness seeped out.
The bright redness gradually expanded, like blood flowing out.
However, it didn’t spread into a huge area. It was limited to a
very small area.
The two blood-red figures in the telegraph office’s ruins
instantly flashed across Verdu’s mind. His scalp couldn’t help
but tingle.
His lips quickly turned dry as he instinctively thought that this
wasn’t a good development.
After swallowing another mouthful of saliva, Verdu raised his
right hand and created another gust of wind, causing quite a
number of miniature rocks to roll over to fill the bottom of the
boulder completely, covering up the bright redness that seeped
out.
He didn’t stay here any longer. He forced himself to activate
“Teleportation” again and headed for his final destination.
This time, another one of his ribs fractured again, causing him
to almost faint from the pain.
In addition to the suffocation caused by the tightening, Verdu
felt like he was hovering around the edge of death.
He took several seconds to recover and cast his gaze forward.
This place was also in ruins. A collapsed house covered the
weeds.
According to a pirate who had once explored the ruins of
Bansy, there was an item here worth researching.
It was an ordinary wooden door, but it was the only thing that
remained intact in Bansy.
The pirate didn’t find anything special about the wooden door,
so he got his subordinate to carry it in an attempt to move it
back to the ship.
However, they had only taken two steps when they suddenly
collapsed. Dragging their spines, their heads separated from
their bodies and rolled to the side.
This frightened the pirate. He didn’t dare to stay any longer
and led the rest of the crew away in a hurry.
Verdu didn’t fully believe the story that the other party had
told him. Although he hadn’t experienced much life at sea, he
knew that the sailors liked to exaggerate, often exaggerating
something several times.
However, even if it was an exaggeration, Verdu believed that
the door was worth studying.
After a round of searching, he discovered his target.
The ordinary-looking wooden door was leaning against a
collapsed wall with brass locks and handles.
There were no corpses around it, nor were there any traces of
blood. It was identical to the majority of the ruins.
Indeed, he’s exaggerating. Heh, perhaps the pirate heard about
this wooden door from somewhere else. Both he and his
subordinates didn’t dare to move it… Verdu looked around
and suddenly said, “Who is it?
“Why are you monitoring me?”
He actually didn’t notice anyone around him, but based on his
experience and lessons, he could use words and a reaction to
deceive the possible presence of a monitor.
A second later, a middle-aged man with a belly appeared in the
shadows.
He said nothing and silently left the place.
Verdu heaved a sigh of relief as he didn’t waste any time to
approach the wooden door.
According to the information he had obtained, no matter
which way he opened the wooden door, it wouldn’t bring
about any abnormal changes. There would be no danger if he
didn’t attempt to move it.
After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hand into
his sleeve and used his classical robe as a “glove” to pull the
wooden door up.
He raised the wooden door, and the surroundings fell silent.
Verdu pushed the wooden door like he was normally opening a
door, but there were no changes.
He tried many other methods, but he failed to make the
wooden door display any abnormalities. It seemed to have just
been lucky to be preserved in its entirety under the
bombardment of the Church of the Lord of Storms.
Taking a deep breath, Verdu tried to calm himself down.
He thought for a moment and tried to open the door again.
However, unlike before, he held the handle and gently twisted
it down.
After hearing the light click of metal colliding, Verdu pushed
the wooden door backward and let it lean against a collapsed
wall.
This time, a grayish-white fog appeared before Verdu.
In the fog, there was a faintly discernible street and a row of
terraces.
Outside one of the houses, there was a wooden signboard. On
them were a few Loenese words:
“Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office.”
While Verdu’s pupils dilated, a calm voice sounded from the
telegraph office that was shrouded in fog.
“Are you… here to send… a telegram?
“Please come in.”
Chapter 1339 - Behind the Door

Chapter 1339 Behind the Door

Although the voice coming from the telegraph office wasn’t

anything out of the ordinary, it was just a little intermittent. It
lacked the obvious changes in tone. Normally, it wouldn’t
strike terror in others, but Verdu’s heart suddenly erupted with
a surge of fear.
It was like a bullet with flames shooting into an ammunition
dump. It accurately hit a barrel of flammable gunpowder and
ignited the fear that Verdu had accumulated and suppressed
previously.
The horror that swept into every corner of his body was like a
hand that grabbed Verdu’s heart and blanked out his brain. He
turned around abruptly and ran frantically towards the remnant
pier where the pirate ship was.
During this process, Verdu had completely forgotten to think.
He didn’t remember wearing a classic robe that could
“Teleport.” All he did was run through the ruins with his feet,
occasionally tripping over random items and falling heavily to
the ground. Sometimes, his face would turn purple from his
tightening clothes, and he had no choice but to stop to catch
his breath.
However, every time he composed himself a little, he would
crawl up and continue running. He looked like he had lost his
rationality and was acting purely on instinct.
Without the force he provided, the wooden door couldn’t
maintain its balance. It slid down from the collapsed wall and
fell to the floor covered with bricks.
The grayish-white fog and the shadowy houses disappeared.
After five minutes, Verdu ran back to the pier under the storm.
His eyes were wide open, filled with panic and confusion. He
didn’t notice that there was a figure standing on the deck of the
pirate ship, quietly looking down at him.
This was the young man wearing a half top hat and a long
black trench coat. He had a cold expression.
Verdu didn’t even think about it and immediately used the
gangway to return to the pirate ship. He rushed into the cabin
and rushed to the second floor before rushing into his room.
Bang!
He slammed the door shut and curled up on the small, narrow
bed. He wrapped himself tightly with the blanket and shivered.
When another of his ribs fractured again, the excruciating pain
struck him and he finally recovered from his horror. He
realized that his limbs were sore and his body was hot. Every
breath he took was like thunder.
He struggled with all his might, and finally, he took off his
classic robe and fell back into the bed. He felt dizzy and
nauseous. The air just felt insufficient.
Outside the cabin, the cold-looking man suddenly raised his
hand. He took out a human-skinned glove and wore it on his
left palm.
Suddenly, the man vanished into thin air and appeared in a
corner of the ruins. He appeared beside the ordinary wooden
door.
He bent down and raised the wooden door, allowing it to stand
in front of the collapsed wall.
Right on the heels of that, the man in the black trench coat
mimicked Verdu’s actions. He reached out for the handle and
twisted it downwards.
Then, he pushed the wooden door forward and let it lean
against the wall.
Almost at the same time, he saw a grayish-white fog. He saw
the faintly discernible streets and houses in the fog.
Amidst the houses, the clearest, most eye-catching one was the
Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office. The rest were more or less
blurry.
At this moment, the calm voice in the telegraph office asked
through the door, “Who… are… you?”
“I’m… Gehrman… Sparrow,” the young man in a half top hat
replied in the same staccato.
The interior of Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office suddenly fell
silent as though someone was walking silently towards the
door.
At that moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned his head to the
other side.
In the deep end of the street, a figure walked over. He was
wearing a straw hat and had a towel around his neck. He was
bending over to pull something.
As the figure approached, the outline of the object behind him
gradually became clear.
It was a black vehicle with two wheels. It had a roof that could
block the scorching sun and rain.
In the vehicle sat a lady wearing a waist-length dress with an
embroidered fan.
Both she and the driver were concealed by thick fog, making it
difficult for anyone to see their exact appearances.
When they passed Gehrman Sparrow, he barely managed to
see a few details through the fog.
The hunched man pulling the carriage had a rotten face with
pale-yellow pus flowing. In areas where the lady wasn’t
covered by the fan and clothes, her skin was swollen with a
glisten amidst many blue and black spots.
With a ring, a bell sounded. A blue train with two carriages
sped out from in front of Gehrman Sparrow.
At this moment, Gehrman Sparrow realized that there was an
iron-black track on the ground. Above him were long lines.
On the top of the train carriage, there was a rather complicated
metal frame that slid over the long lines.
Through the glass window of the train, Gehrman Sparrow saw
the passengers inside.
They faced the streets, but only their heads remained. Each
head was dragging a bloody spine.
Gehrman Sparrow’s pupils dilated as he silently watched this
scene without moving for a long time.
After nearly a minute, he took a step forward in an attempt to
enter the blurry street beneath the grayish-white fog.
However, the fog blocked him. No matter what method he
used, he couldn’t pass through it.
Fifteen minutes later, Gehrman Sparrow stopped his attempts
and closed the wooden door, eliminating the fog. Then, he
dragged the wooden door and “Teleported” directly to the
pirate ship. He wasn’t worried about being cursed at all.
He then placed the wooden door on the deck and reached out
his left hand again to grab the door handle.
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound from Gehrman
Sparrow’s neck. His head seemed to be raised by an invisible
hand as it dragged out a bloody spine.
Gehrman Sparrow’s expression didn’t change as he coldly
raised his right hand and pressed it above his head, pressing
his head back to its original position.
Immediately after, he turned the handle as though unaffected
and pushed the wooden door open again, allowing it to lean
against the shipboard.
However, this time, there was no grayish-white fog to be seen,
nor were there any visible streets, houses, or trains. It could be
said that there was nothing unusual.
In the next second, the wooden door rapidly decayed, turning
into a pile of mud, as if it was trying to avoid the fate of being
tested.
Gehrman Sparrow didn’t stop it. He took out a golden ring
embedded with a ruby and wore it for nearly ten seconds.
After the ring vanished, Gehrman Sparrow reached out with
his right hand and pulled out the same ordinary wooden door
from the void before continuing his attempts.
After confirming that the wooden door would lose its effects
once it left Bansy, Gehrman Sparrow casually waved his hand,
allowing it to vanish in midair.
Two hours later, the dark clouds in the sky gradually
dissipated. The storm that had been brewing for a long time
ultimately did not descend.
When the pirate ship was far away from Bansy Harbor, Verdu,
who had finished treating his injuries, took a bottle of
medicine and allowed himself to quickly fall asleep so that he
could adjust his mental state.
In the hazy dream world, he ran in a desolate moor, looking
for something frantically, but he found nothing.
Suddenly, Verdu heard a faint voice coming from deep in the
moor:
“The great… God of War…
“The symbol… of… iron… and… blood…
“The ruler… of… chaos… and… strife…”
This sentence repeated over and over again, but it didn’t alarm
Verdu enough to snap him out of his dreams.
After some time, Verdu woke up and opened his eyes.
At that moment, the morning sun shone into the cabin outside
the window, bringing with it a faint light.
Verdu slowly sat up and realized that he didn’t need to use the
powers of an Astrologer to recall the three lines of the
honorific name that he had heard in his dream.
And his relatively rich mysticism knowledge told him that it
was referring to a hidden existence at the level of a deity.
Is this the result of the incomplete symbols and labels around
the altar, or a result of me witnessing that street in the grayish-
white fog? Verdu frowned and fell into deep thought.
He didn’t rashly attempt to recite that honorific name, because
he knew how miserable people who had done something like
that had died.
God of War… Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen
this deity’s name in a book in his family. He decided to do
some research before considering how to deal with it later.
…
Bansy Harbor, on the collapsed coastal mountain.
Red, blazing-white, or orange flames emerged from the
crevices of the gravel, forming a figure.
This figure was wearing a black blood-stained armor, with a
half-grown fiery red hair. He looked young and handsome.
There was a blood-colored mark on his glabella that resembled
a flag. There were traces of decay on his face. It was none
other than the Red Angel evil spirit, Sauron Einhorn Medici.
“If ‘He’ didn’t have Sefirah Castle and an Attendant of
Mysteries characteristic to allow his marionettes to run around
the world without considering the limitations of distance, I
wouldn’t need to take such a roundabout route.” The Red
Angel evil spirit tsked, a mystery as to who “He” was
speaking with.
In midair, a raven landed on the top of a boulder.
There was a circle of white on its right eye, and a human voice
sounded from its mouth.
“You actually used ‘Him’ and not him. This isn’t like your
style.”
The Red Angel evil spirit chuckled.
“That’s because ‘He’ wishes others to call ‘Him’ as him, and
not ‘Him.’”
As “He” spoke, Sauron Einhorn Medici glanced at the raven.
“This form of yours looks cuter than your true self, don’t you
think? Lil’ Raven?”
The white-eyed raven replied without any hint of anger, “Your
mockery is just like you. Still living in the previous epoch.”
The Red Angel evil spirit smiled and said, “The developments
have been rather smooth, and ‘He’ has been fooled. However,
I believe that even if ‘He’ discovers it, ‘He’ will probably turn
a blind eye. For the two of you to become Great Old Ones,
‘Door’ has to return. The hypocritical ‘Him’ might still be
hesitating about whether to do it, because if ‘He’ isn’t careful,
it will bring about a huge disaster. Haha, I like disasters.
“Lil’ Raven, when are you going to make your payment? If
you don’t have enough strength, I won’t be able to gain the
trust of the brainless Abraham.”
“When he prays to you,” said the white-eyed raven. “If you’re
worried that such a state won’t last long, I can parasitize a
Worm of Time into your body and help you maintain it.
There’s no need to thank me.”
As “He” spoke, the raven spread its wings and disappeared
into the vast night sky.
The Red Angel evil spirit turned “His” head and, with the
advantage of the terrain, wore a solemn expression as “He”
looked down at the Bansy ruins.
Chapter 1340 - Travel Diaries

Chapter 1340 Travel Diaries

“This small city called Utopia is intrinsically no different from

the ones I had been to in the past. Be it the folk culture, the
people, or architectural style, it follows very closely to the
standard Loen styles.
“I’ve heard that the Southern Continent has many peculiar and
unusual traditions. I hope that I can experience it myself one
day. Of course, that’s after East and West Balam’s peace is
restored.
“Speaking of which, the most special thing about this place is
that the weather is always changing and there’s always a
storm. As a result, most people have umbrellas and raincoats
that are smeared with Donningsman Tree Sap. The hotel
attendant told me that for a person of a certain income level,
which also has a need to work outdoors, they would have to
save quite a sum of money to purchase a raincoat. Otherwise,
the sickness would only take more away.
“There are no meteorologists here. I have no idea why there
are so many changes in the weather here. I can only guess that
it has something to do with it lining the sea and being close to
places with hurricanes. Yes, there’s a deep water harbor a few
kilometers away from Utopia. However, they’re lacking in
manpower, and it isn’t very well-managed. It can only
maintain its operations on a small scale.
“They don’t have local newspapers either. After all, it’s just a
small city with a few thousand people. The paperboys mainly
sell the Tussock Times, Desi Mirror, and Seawind News…
“The second reason I like this place is because many people in
Utopia are optimistic and are very enthusiastic about life.
“When I wrote this down, a band happened to pass by outside
the hotel.
“It’s not a professional band, but a group formed purely from
amateur enthusiasts. Among them, there are civil servants, law
enforcement officers, solicitors, professional policemen,
school teachers, candy factory workers, shop owners…
Among them, those with the money are responsible for the
larger musical instruments, such as cello, violins, and other
difficult musical instruments. The lower- and middle-class
citizens use relatively simple instruments like seven-string
guitars and harmonicas.
“On some rest days, they will walk the streets and set off from
the municipal square. They will circle the city before returning
to the Saint Arianna Cathedral near the square. They call this a
‘musical tour.’”
“In the tour, not only do they not reject other citizens from
joining, but they even encourage them to sing or dance along
with the procession. According to my observations, the
participants are very happy and very satisfied as they freely
express their love for life. This gives me a feeling of being full
of vigor.
“I have to admit that it’s very infectious. I’ve tried to join the
tour, and I’ve forgotten my troubles in the revelry of music,
dancing, and singing. I only remember happiness…
“They aren’t on a tour today. Instead, they’re showering their
blessings to a newly-wed couple at the cathedral.
“Speaking of weddings, what I don’t understand the most is
that it only has the Evernight Goddess’s cathedral. One ought
to know that in most of the kingdom, even in a small town,
there would be at least two cathedrals, one belonging to the
Evernight Goddess and the other, the Lord of Storms.
“Before today, I couldn’t imagine that an ordinary town in the
kingdom would only believe in one deity.
“However, this doesn’t cause too much trouble for me. Before
I turned eighteen, I could only believe in the Lord of Storms
under the influence of my family. However, after I graduated
from grammar school, I came to truly understand that the
Goddess is the most compassionate and benevolent deity.
“Back to the wedding, I participated in a wedding a couple of
days ago. I discovered that Utopia has some special customs in
this area.
“Out of all of them, what I admire the most is that when the
priest pronounces them man and wife, the groom and bride
will bow to each other. No one is superior in this relationship
as they only sincerely express their gratitude to be able to
spend the rest of their lives together.
“This might be an expression of equality between man and
woman in the Goddess’s teachings…
“In addition, there will be some special game segments after
the wedding. For example, let the groom and the bride
publicly describe their love story.
“This may be a rather embarrassing matter for them, but to the
guests, it’s rather interesting. Yes, I think so too, but I
definitely won’t add similar segments to my wedding.
“At the wedding, I heard the best love story I’ve heard so far.
If there’s a chance, and if you my dear readers of this
particular column enjoy it, I’ll consider retelling it. Of course,
I’ll change the names and some details to prevent the couple
from feeling troubled…
“The most important reason why I like Utopia is its food. The
food here is very delicious. The limited number of restaurants
are all very good, and the best is undoubtedly the attached
restaurant to the Irises Hotel I’m staying at.
“Be it the most basic beef steak, fried pig chop, charcoal
barbecued meat, spiced fried fish, or even more complicated,
more difficult stewed mutton with peas, thick cream soup,
butter potatoes, and roasted potato skin, all of them have
reached the level of a master chef in the city. In addition, the
chefs here are quite skilled in creating unique dishes and food.
There are sweet-and-sour meat cubes, and grilled fish smeared
with various condiments…
“In the staples that don’t seem to allow for experimentation,
the chefs of Utopia haven’t given up. I’ve eaten all kinds of
toasts in this city: yam, potatoes, butter, creamed, and ones
with fruits… As long as I was willing to, I could make it so
that I don’t eat the same thing twice during the week.
“The best food of praise here is their desserts.
“Cream pudding, fruit pudding, black forest cakes, carrot
cakes, milk cakes, muffins, egg tarts…
“I feel hungry writing this. This is the reason why I still don’t
wish to leave after staying here for a week. What I’m most
worried about now is not my wallet but my weight. I’m glad
that the hotel doesn’t have a weight scale, and at the same
time, I blame them for not including one.
“The red wine in Utopia is also rather outstanding. The only
problem is that they lack the age to settle down. It seems like
the vineyards around the city haven’t realized this.
“Here, I need to seriously recommend a drink. Utopia’s
Fizzling Ice Tea. It’s very special, and it has an even more
amazing experience besides the sweetness and bubbles…
“Every night, I would go for a stroll in the municipal square.
That’s also the place where most Utopians like to go for
entertainment. They have an extraordinary love for the
pigeons.
“I met an artist at the municipal square. His name is Anderson.
He’s handsome, and his artistic skills are superb.
Unfortunately, he’s a mute…
“I also know another writer. His name is Alzu. It’s a rather
strange name. He said that he’s writing a long novel and asked
me to appraise the beginning.
“I won’t comment on his novel, but I was just curious about a
few familiar names at the beginning of the novel.
“It included Anderson, Wendy, oh yes, this is the boss of my
favorite bakery…
“I raised this question, and Alzu told me very seriously that
when a writer can’t think of names for characters, it’s very
reasonable for them to use someone they know as reference.
“I agree.
“…
“Since this column is too narrow to contain my thoughts, I’ll
end it here.
Love,
Charlotte”
Monica put down her fountain pen and seriously read the
manuscript twice. She changed certain words and any
grammatical errors.
She was a writer. She wasn’t famous at first, so she could only
rely on writing third-rate romance novels to maintain her life.
After she changed her faith to the Evernight Goddess, her
father had almost cut off all ties with her.
However, ever since Miss Fors Wall, who had written
“Stormwind Mountain Villa,” established a travel column, and
had received quite a warm response after the war, Monica had
also started to write about her travels in some Backlund
newspapers. This perfectly matched her hobby, and her hobby
gave her a unique vitality to help her become a famous travel
columnist.
Charlotte was her pen name.
After her writing dried completely, Monica specially wrote
another copy and stuffed it into an envelope before affixing it
with a stamp.
After confirming that the address was correct, the black-haired
lady with a Desi Bay style carried her handbag and left the
hotel, heading to the Utopia post office.
The post office was next to the telegraph office. Whenever
Monica passed by the latter, she would always find it a waste.
From her point of view, Utopia rarely needed to send
telegrams. It was too extravagant to specially build a telegraph
office.
After sending the letter, Monica looked at the sky and walked
towards the municipal square.
When she arrived at the entrance of Saint Arianna’s Cathedral,
she met Biles.
He was a police officer. He had once questioned Monica at the
Irises Hotel due to the homicide witness.
Unfortunately, Monica didn’t know that man named Wendel.
After greeting each other with a nod, Monica entered the
cathedral and found a seat. She listened quietly to the sermon
of the priest named Townsend.
This was a priest she found to be most clergyman-like ever
since she changed her faith to the Evernight Goddess. His hair
was half-white, and he spoke slowly and mellowly. His voice
was deep and low, always calming down people without them
realizing it.
Monica closed her eyes and listened attentively to the sermon.
…
East Chester County, in a forest belonging to the Hall family.
Alfred, Hibbert, and Audrey led their respective foxhounds
with their servants around the forest and chased after their
prey.
This was the first time the three of them had hunted together
since they became adults.
In front of their sister, Alfred and Hibbert had a great time—at
least on the surface.
And to Alfred, the biggest problem was how to control himself
and not show that he was too extraordinary. Otherwise, if a
Disciplinary Paladin were to join the hunt, no one else would
have the chance.
He knew that his sister was a Beyonder, but he also knew that
a Sequence 7 Beyonder of the Spectator pathway didn’t have
any actual combat ability.
As they chased their prey, they rushed out of the forest and
saw a wheat field.
“Where are we?” Audrey, dressed in hunting gear, asked
casually.
This was her first time hunting in this forest, and she didn’t
know where it led to.
Hibbert wasn’t too familiar with the area as well. He turned
his head and said to his attendant, “Ask someone.”
As they waited, the three siblings laughed as they discussed
their trophies. As for the golden retriever, Susie, she glanced at
the foxhounds that wanted to get close to her and made them
distance themselves.
After a while, Hibbert’s attendant returned and reported, “Sir,
there’s a village called Hartlarkh nearby…”
Hartlarkh… That village with the dragon-worship customs? I
came here from somewhere else? Audrey was taken aback
when she heard that.
Chapter 1341 - In the Dream

Chapter 1341 In the Dream

After regaining her senses, Audrey maintained her faint smile

as she became wary.
She could vaguely feel a mysterious force pushing her to
Hartlarkh, the village with the tradition of dragon-worship.
This was like an arrangement of fate.
Audrey had once entered the Hall of Truth, and she discovered
that the murals inside had turned into reality. Furthermore, she
knew that the Spectator pathway’s Sequence 1 was Author.
From this name, she had made some connections, so it was
inevitable for her to suspect that something was amiss.
At this moment, Hibbert laughed.
“I’ve heard of this village. I remember that our family has a
manor nearby.”
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky.
“It’s almost evening. Why don’t we stay there and continue
hunting tomorrow?”
Alfred wasn’t opposed to his elder brother’s suggestion. To
him, staying the night at whichever manor was essentially the
same.
He nodded and said, “Send someone back to inform Father
and Mother.”
Audrey didn’t say a word. Her green eyes turned slightly, and
her gaze swept across the faces of her two brothers.
Hibbert’s brows immediately furrowed as he said, “I think it’s
best we return. This manor wasn’t informed in advance, so
they definitely weren’t prepared. Perhaps there’s no way for
them to service so many horses, hounds, and servants.
“Besides, there’s still an hour before the evening. There’s
enough time for us to return.”
When Alfred saw his brother change his mind so quickly, he
wanted to act contrary to him. However, on second thought, he
felt that what his brother said made sense.
Considering that his sister was also here, he tersely agreed and
said, “Then let’s head back quickly.”
With that said, he didn’t wait for Hibbert. Squeezing at the
horse’s side and brandishing the horsewhip, he led the way.
Hibbert frowned, then relaxed.
Without saying anything else, he led his sister, the group of
attendants, servants, and hounds, and turned around, following
the edge of the forest and returning to a manor on the other
side.
Audrey quietly followed behind him, not expressing her
opinion on the development of the matter.
…
Late at night, in a manor in East Chester County.
Having used her Manipulator powers to change the thoughts of
her two brothers to prevent them from approaching Hartlarkh,
Audrey lifted the velvet blanket and crawled into bed, entering
a deep sleep.
In her reverie, she suddenly sat up.
She then looked around and saw the familiar dressing table
and the bathroom entrance. She realized that she was still in
the room, but the crimson moon outside the window was gone.
There were no stars, only darkness.
This isn’t the real world… Audrey instantly made a judgment
and inspected herself.
Soon, she came to a conclusion:
This was a dream. It was a rather strange dream that made her
remain lucid.
It’s really here… Audrey didn’t feel any panic. She was just a
little vexed.
She hadn’t handled the development properly in the afternoon,
which led to the problem extending to the manor where her
parents were.
In hindsight, she believed that she should’ve followed
Hibbert’s idea and headed straight to the family manor near
Hartlarkh. Then, she could reasonably “arrange” for Hibbert
and Alfred to return here, leaving her to stay behind and wait
for any possible developments.
This way, even if anything happened, it wouldn’t affect their
parents, brothers, and most of the servants.
However, at that time, her main goal wasn’t to follow the
arrangement of fate. As long as she could avoid Hartlarkh, she
would try her best to avoid it.
To her surprise, danger would, at times, spring on you even if
you didn’t seek it out.
To avoid it and stall for time wasn’t a universal solution.
Audrey immediately got off the bed and stood barefoot on the
thick carpet.
She had already confirmed that, with her level of a demigod as
a Dreamwalker, she could directly escape this strange dream
and return to the real world, avoiding the suspected
“invitation” once more.
After looking around, Audrey pursed her lips, removed the
blue cloak hanging on the clothes rack beside her, and wore it.
She took a deep breath and walked towards the door.
During this process, a crimson star “tattoo” appeared on the
back of her hand.
The “tattoo” vanished as though it had never appeared.
This was the mark left on her after her first entry into the
ancient palace above the gray fog. For a very long time, it
hadn’t shown any special traits. It was only at the beginning of
this year that Mr. Fool informed them that in situations in
which they couldn’t pray, they could use the triggering of the
corresponding “tattoo” to skip the chanting of the honorific
name.
Simply put, this was a treatment that a Blessed of a deity
enjoyed.
Of course, there was no way to transmit any information. It
could only be used in critical situations, allowing Mr. Fool to
cast “His” gaze over.
And more importantly, the star-like crimson mark was rather
eye-catching. It could be easily discovered by others and
people who were secretly monitoring them. Therefore, under a
situation where she needed to hide her uniqueness, Audrey
was more inclined to use the various abilities of a Manipulator
to implant the idea of praying to Mr. Fool to some
inconspicuous human nearby. She got them to complete the
prayer at suitable times and locations and pray for her
protection.
At this moment, she believed that the owner of the dreamscape
knew that she was problematic, so she felt that there was no
need to go through all that trouble. All she needed to do was to
hide the entity she was praying to.
When she reached the door, Audrey reached out for the handle
and gently twisted it before pulling it backward.
The slightly dark corridor entered her vision.
The main building of this manor had a history of over a
hundred years. Many places still had their former
characteristics, especially the corridor section. It didn’t have
any gas lamps, and the walls were decorated with candle
stands made of silver or copper. There were countless candles
placed on them, emitting a dim yellow light that illuminated
the entire corridor and creating all kinds of shadows. They
gave a feeling that a phantasm might appear on the corridor at
any moment.
Even this has been replicated in the dreamscape … Audrey
looked around and entered the corridor.
As this thought flashed across her mind, a long, thick pale-
yellow carpet appeared beneath her feet.
Stepping on the carpet, Audrey followed her spiritual intuition
and walked to the right.
After taking two or three steps, she suddenly stopped. She felt
as if there was something hidden behind the two tightly shut
doors, giving her a strong desire to explore.
This is Father and Mother’s bedroom. That is Hibbert’s room.
That is Alfred’s room… Audrey made a slight note of it and
frowned.
The ancient doors with relief were extremely mysterious under
the dim candlelight. It made one eager to know what was
hidden behind them.
As her thoughts raced, Audrey suddenly understood what they
represented in a dream.
This was the door to the mind world. Behind each door was
the mind world of their owner.
In other words, after Audrey pushed open Alfred’s door, she
would see the various secrets hidden deep in his heart.
By the same logic, she could pry into the secrets of Lord Hall
and Lady Catelyn.
She slowly retracted her gaze. Audrey closed her eyes and
continued walking forward, preventing herself from being
affected.
After all her experiences, she gradually understood a principle:
A demigod in the mind domain needed to control themselves
and respect others.
Under the premise that she could read people’s true thoughts
through their body language, facial expressions, and emotional
fluctuations, if she wasn’t satisfied, she could greedily explore
the inner thoughts of others and dig out their secrets. In the
end, she would suffer a backlash.
This was a very simple principle: Everyone had some darkness
in them in varying amounts or nasty thoughts. However, they
had control over them, preventing them from affecting their
actions. Under such circumstances, if a demigod in the mind
domain still insisted on digging these thoughts and dug out the
ugly parts under the mask, it was very easy for them to be
disappointed in human nature, be tainted by all kinds of
negative thoughts, gradually becoming crazy without realizing
it.
This was also one of the reasons why, despite Spectators being
able to “Placate” themselves and treat corresponding mental
problems, they were also one of the pathways who would
easily go mad or lose their composure.
They were both safe and dangerous.
Therefore, Audrey established rules for herself to observe. She
only did observations and read the minds of people she knew.
She tried her best not to enter their dreams. This restriction
didn’t apply to strangers. If it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t
enter the mind world of anyone.
Following the corridor, Audrey, who was wearing a blue
cloak, reached its end.
She opened her eyes and cast her gaze at the room on the left.
It was a half-open solarium.
Pursing her lips again, Audrey held the door handle with her
breathing steady.
As the wooden door opened, the scene inside was gradually
revealed.
This was no longer a room. On the ground were round pebbles
and bundles of bluish-black weeds. It was so dark deep within
that space that one couldn’t see clearly.
Audrey slowly walked in and closed the door behind her.
In the darkness, the silhouettes of some objects were quickly
outlined.
A huge stone pillar that was tens of meters tall stood there.
There was a tall lizard-like monster situated above it.
The monster was squatting at the top of the stone pillar like a
tiny mountain. Its body was covered with huge grayish-white
stone scales, and its eyes were pale-fold and vertical.
This was a mind dragon as spoken in myths.
With a whoosh, the two wings of the mind dragon spread
open, almost covering the entire sky.
Their bones were like metallic leaf veins, covered with a gray
membrane with mysterious patterns.
As Audrey looked up, the mind dragon emitted a buzzing
sound:
“You’ve been to Liveseyd.”
Without a doubt, it used Dragonese.
City of Miracles, Liveseyd… How does it know… Just as
Audrey had these two thoughts, she heard the mind dragon
say, “Everyone’s consciousness in one’s heart will make a
certain exchange with the sea of collective subconscious. And
for a unique place like Liveseyd, it likewise left a special
impression in you. When your Virtual Persona roams the sea
of collective subconscious and isn’t too far from me, I can
naturally sense this.”
This exceeds the limits of my abilities, and it’s not something
a Dreamweaver can do… This mind dragon corresponds to a
Sequence 2 Discerner? “He” actually didn’t directly control
me… As Audrey’s thoughts flashed, the mind dragon spoke
again.
“I’m sure you don’t have any ill intentions at the moment.”
Audrey fell silent for two seconds before looking up and
asking, “Aren’t you worried that it’s a trap?”
Chapter 1342 - Simultaneously

Chapter 1342 Simultaneously

At that moment, Audrey even suspected that the “arrangement

of fate” wasn’t for her to head to Hartlarkh to investigate the
dragon-worshiping customs. Instead, it was to make her
realize that something was wrong, causing her to feel
conflicted. It made her use a Virtual Persona in the vicinity of
Hartlarkh to secretly guide her two brothers into changing
their minds without realizing it. This would inevitably result in
her consciousness being specially related to Liveseyd to be
discovered by the mind dragon, thus attracting “Him.”
Despite being the one that had been arranged, Audrey couldn’t
help but feel a sense of awe. It had to be said that to achieve
such an effect, one had to have an extremely high level of
confidence in the reactions different people had. It struck fear
into the bottom of her heart.
After all, Audrey, a Sequence 4 Manipulator, had felt that the
development of the matter was in line with her expectations.
She had completely fulfilled her wishes and wasn’t alert at all.
The mind dragon retracted its huge wings and looked down at
the blue-cloaked Audrey.
“This is a dream maze formed by many minds. Even if the one
who set the trap personally descends, it will take some time to
find this room. Besides, I won’t stay long.”
Clearly, “He” had been wary of traps, but “He” believed that
certain matters were worth the risk.
Dream maze… This is a Beyonder power of a Dreamweaver,
or perhaps the power after a qualitative change? Audrey reined
in her thoughts and asked calmly, “What do you wish to
know?”
The gigantic grayish-white dragon buzzed and said, “My name
is Ariehogg, one of the three remaining ancient dragons.”
“He” means that “He” is one of the three surviving dragons of
the Second Epoch, and the rare, known dragons are only
descendants of the dragons during the era of the ancient gods?
Audrey nodded slightly and didn’t interrupt “Him.”
Behind her was a wooden door that stood without any support
in the plains filled with bluish-black weeds. It looked
extremely strange.
Ariehogg didn’t waste any time. After introducing “Himself,”
“He” asked, “Where did you find Liveseyd?”
Audrey was already prepared as she answered frankly, “In a
book named Groselle’s Travels. Rumor has it that it was
personally created by the Dragon King Ankewelt.”
“Groselle…” Ariehogg clearly hadn’t heard of this name
before. After repeating it, “He” pressed, “What kind of book is
that?”
The blonde-haired Audrey gave a simple description:
“That’s a book with a world that’s almost real inside it. At the
same time, it can suck in people who meet the requirements or
offer their own blood to be sucked in by the book, allowing
them to live in that world.”
Ariehogg fell silent for two seconds.
“Is there a sea of collective subconscious in that book world?”
“Yes,” Audrey answered with great certainty. “The City of
Miracles, Liveseyd, I saw was deep in the sea of collective
subconscious in the book world.”
Ariehogg suddenly breathed harder.
“What did you see in that Liveseyd?”
Audrey recalled and said, “A city filled with towering pillars
and majestic palaces.
“In addition, I’ve also entered the residence of the Dragon
King. That place can allow every living being’s inner thoughts
to echo in the surrounding area. I call it the ‘Hall of Truth.’
“At the end of the Hall of Truth, behind the Dragon King’s
throne, there’s an ancient and mysterious bronze door. I’m not
sure what’s sealed behind. In short, it’s very dangerous and I
didn’t dare approach it at all.”
Audrey was speaking the complete truth; she just didn’t
mention the speculations that Mr. World, Mr. Star, and she had
come up with.
Ariehogg fell completely silent. It was unknown what “He”
was thinking of, or if “He” was analyzing the current situation
regarding Liveseyd.
During this process, “His” head drooped down bit by bit, as
though “He” was going to fall from the top of a hundred-
meter-tall pillar to the ground.
Just as Audrey tensed up from this rather bizarre scene and
was about to ask a question, Ariehogg suddenly raised “His”
head.
The golden vertical pupil in “His” eyes turned colder as “His”
voice once again resounded in the wilderness.
“Liveseyd…”
With a low rumbling of thunder, the things that were hidden in
the dark behind Ariehogg quickly became clear. In the
gradually brightening scene, their outlines appeared.
They were huge stone pillars that were more than a hundred
meters tall. They were either standing alone or collectively
propping up numerous majestic and ancient palaces.
These stone pillars and palaces were mainly grayish-white in
color as they landed on the island-like foundations. It was
identical to the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, which Audrey had
just described.
No, this was probably the City of Miracles, Liveseyd.
Only then did Audrey realize that the ancient mind dragon,
Ariehogg, was squatting at the top of the thickest, tallest stone
pillar.
At this moment, she could faintly feel a subtle change in
Ariehogg.
Her green eyes darted about slightly, and the sound of a metal
handle being twisted sounded from behind her.
This… Audrey held back the urge to turn her head abruptly.
She turned her body warily to the side, allowing her gaze to
fall sideways.
The individual wooden door that had lost its external support
slowly opened, revealing the visitor’s appearance:
A huge, white rabbit with wiggling ears that walked upright.
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, a figure was
shrouded in grayish-white fog. He sat at The Fool’s seat at the
end of the long mottled table as he silently observed the
crimson star representing Justice.
…
Backlund, West Borough, 9 Bellotto Street.
The closer Wendel was to the end of the two weeks, the more
he suffered from insomnia. He had to rely on medication to
fall asleep.
When he woke up, he was also restless and extremely anxious.
He had lost all interest in food and only forced himself to eat
the three meals sent by his colleagues to ensure his energy.
He didn’t know what would happen on the date of the trial, nor
did he know if there would be an irreversible change in his
body.
This kind of fear towards the unknown often made him feel
stifled. It was extremely tortuous.
Sometimes, Wendel would even think that it might not be a
wise choice resisting his return to Utopia.
Based on his limited experience there, if he obediently
returned to Utopia and testified in court, there was a high
chance that he would leave safely.
At least up to this point, Wendel hadn’t heard of anyone dying
or going crazy because of Utopia. The people there were rather
friendly apart from being a little bizarre.
I’m just going to help. They should be grateful to me instead
of being antagonistic… The more he thought about it, the
more he felt that it would be more comfortable to face the
danger.
Of course, he had no doubts about MI9’s protective
capabilities. If it wasn’t possible, he felt that he could only
consider meeting the Lord of Storms early.
Phew… Wendel exhaled and sat down on his chair. He
casually picked up a novel to pass time.
However, his frustration made it impossible for him to
immerse himself in the plot. He flipped through the pages
more frequently and finally, he snapped the book close.
He closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.
In a daze, Wendel seemed to return to Utopia and arrived at
the court. However, the role he was in wasn’t as a witness but
a member of the audience.
Tracey was deemed by the judge to have provided insufficient
evidence to support a claim for self-defense and had been
transferred to the criminal courts. He saw this lady tearing up
in a daze, her smile extremely miserable.
Wendel woke up and stared silently at the wall lamp in front of
him. He sat there motionless for a long time.
If the problem is Utopia, and not the residents of Utopia, then
me avoiding it might end up killing a poor lady… Wendel
retracted his gaze. His resolve had wavered slightly, but he
was unable to overcome the fear in his heart.
With his hands on the table, he stood up and walked to the
door. He planned to wander about MI9’s headquarters to ease
his mood.
After leaving the room and taking a few steps forward, Wendel
suddenly heard a colleague in the office discussing the related
case of the Utopia.
“Have you heard? The person who entered Utopia was a
carriage driver. He sent a merchant from Utopia to the dock
area, and with just taking two turns at a crossroads, he found
himself somewhere unfamiliar.”
“There’s a need to warn all the carriage drivers in Backlund.
Yes, it’s best to draw a parallel between Utopia and the spies,
so that they can understand.”
“The way of entering and exiting Utopia is really frightening.”
“Yes. Sometimes, I even suspect that the entrance to Utopia
might appear anywhere.”
“There’s definitely a limit to this. It’s not as omnipotent as we
imagine… Otherwise, I might find myself in Utopia just by
paying a visit to the washroom.”
“According to the current patterns we’ve figured, this is
theoretically valid.”
…
When Wendel heard that, his blood vessels on his forehead
began to throb. He suddenly felt that even if he was in the
headquarters of MI9, he wouldn’t be that safe.
Unless there’s a demigod watching me the entire time, it’s very
difficult for me to avoid the fate of returning to Utopia.
Perhaps, after I wash my hands and open the washroom door,
I’ll discover that it’s the Irises Hotel outside… No, ordinary
demigods might not be able to stop such a thing. This doesn’t
seem like it’s something humans can accomplish. It’s already
extremely close to that of a deity… Wendel instantly panicked,
unable to suppress the fear in his heart.
He returned to the room and took out the subpoena from the
Utopian court.
Immediately following that, Wendel entered the washroom and
held the document as he muttered in fear, “I’m willing to go to
court to testify.
“I’m willing to go to court to testify.
“…”
After repeating himself a few times, he reached out to grab the
handle of the bathroom door.
At that moment, a black raven flew through the ventilation
hole like a ghost and landed in a corner of the washroom that
no one would notice.
In the next second, Wendel twisted the handle, pulled the door
back, and opened the washroom door.
It was no longer his familiar bedroom but an unfamiliar lobby.
Chapter 1343 - Weaved Nightmare

Chapter 1343 Weaved Nightmare

I really returned to Utopia… Upon seeing the scene outside,

Wendel felt a baffling sense of relief and ease. He no longer
had any doubts about his choice to go to testify in court.
It had to be known that he was in the washroom of MI9’s
headquarters. It was a place that was impossible to invade
even with a fully armed army.
Wendel slowly exhaled as he walked out of the washroom and
towards the entrance of the lobby.
Behind him, in a corner of the washroom where no one was
paying attention to, the pitch-black raven had draped over a
shadow-like veil, losing its physical presence. Even if one
were to directly look at it, it would be difficult to discover it.
Then, its body became more and more transparent as it rapidly
dissipated until it vanished.
At this moment, Wendel had already walked a few meters out
of the lobby when he saw a police officer in a black-and-white
checkered uniform.
This was the young officer who had requested him to testify,
Biles.
“I knew you’d come, because you’re a kind person.” Biles
smiled at Wendel.
When he heard the compliment, Wendel’s strung up heart
finally returned to normal. Then, he instinctively turned his
head back and saw that the bathroom that he had come out of
had changed completely in style. It was no longer familiar to
him.
…
In the dream maze formed by many minds, the huge white
rabbit that walked upright squeezed through the open door and
entered the vast wilderness with the grayish-white pillars and
magnificent palaces.
Mr. Wrath… Although it wasn’t wearing the persona mask, its
unforgettable characteristics were enough for Audrey to
recognize him at a glance.
This was out of her expectations, but it wasn’t too surprising.
From her point of view, just Mr. Wrath alone likely wasn’t
enough to deal with an ancient mind dragon like Ariehogg.
Even if Mr. Fool had warned her to be wary of Mr. Wrath.
After all, the leader behind the Psychology Alchemists, the
former King of Angels, had already become a Sequence 0 true
god. According to the knowledge shared by the Tarot Club,
there shouldn’t be any other Author Beyonders in the real
world. This way, no matter how powerful Mr. Wrath was, as
long as it was still part of the Spectator pathway, it would at
most be on the same level as Ariehogg. The only things that
would differ were combat experience, psychological research,
and self-cultivation.
At this moment, as the giant white rabbit entered, the large,
grayish-white, scaled Ariehogg spread open “His” wings
which covered “His” skin. The surrounding area was instantly
covered in a shadow.
With a leap, the white rabbit’s legs suddenly became
extremely huge, like a tiny hill.
At the same time, the gloomy sky above “Him” lit up. The
ground beneath “His” feet cracked open, spewing out crimson
lava.
Immediately after, a blurry and distorted figure appeared
behind it.
This figure was dressed in a simple white robe. It was difficult
to see his face clearly, and it was impossible to tell his age.
One could only vaguely tell that he was a man.
A bright halo hung at the back of his head like a miniature sun.
Beneath his feet was an illusory clock that was divided into
twelve segments. Each segment represented a different symbol
of time. Behind him, there was a shadow that looked like a
curtain. Eyes seemed to be looking out from the shadow.
Just after this figure appeared, the entire dream maze shook
violently, and gray fragments fell from the void.
The contrast of depravity and pure sunlight rapidly spread
around the huge white rabbit, eroding or assimilating the area.
However, that simple white-robed figure had trouble truly
taking shape. He was unable to enter reality from history and
illusions.
Every time his silhouette became clear, his figure would
distort like a machine that had its signal disrupted.
At that moment, Audrey instinctively retracted her gaze, not
daring to look directly at the huge white rabbit.
Perhaps it was because she was in a dream and was closely
connected to the mind island and the sea of collective
subconscious. She didn’t need anyone to explain to her
because she knew what Mr. Wrath was doing.
The other party knew the latent psychological problems of
Ariehogg and knew what “He” feared the most. Then,
according to this, it produced a nightmare that contained the
specific images.
In a battle between High-Sequence Beyonders of the Spectator
pathway, if both parties were at the same level, it would be
difficult to produce any true effects using the various means
available to them. One could sneak into the island of
consciousness and attempt deep hypnosis. The other could
guard the door to the Body of Heart and Mind, preventing any
foreign consciousness from entering. The other could spread a
Mental Plague and use the sea of collective subconscious to
intrude on the enemy without them realizing it. The other
would be able to “Placate” themselves, treat the psychological
ailments, and maintain their mental health…
Therefore, the battle between same-Sequence Spectator saints
often had three fixed styles: First, set up a trap ahead of time
as a multi-pronged attack preparation. Then, by secretly
leading on and guiding the opponent, one could break down
their mental defenses in one strike and complete the hypnosis.
Second, one focused on their physical defense and as support,
relying on powerful Sealed Artifacts to defeat their enemy.
Third, when the Beyonder powers such as Mental Plague,
Mind Deprivation, Dragon’s Breath, Consciousness Control,
and other Beyonder powers were unable to deal with their
opponent, engaging in self-hypnotism and using Dragon
Transformation would result in an intense melee battle that
exchanged claw swipes and tail lashes.
In the third battle, whoever had a deeper understanding of the
mind domain, and whose will was stronger and firmer, would
be able to gain the upper hand by relying on the extended
usage of ‘Dragon Transformation.’ Of course, the prerequisite
was that the other party had no chance of escaping.
And at the level of an angel, everyone was a true Mythical
Creature. The maintenance time of “Dragon Transformation”
became meaningless. At this moment, it mainly depended on
“observation.” Whoever could find a flaw in the opponent’s
mind could weave a corresponding nightmare, directly
attacking the enemy’s weaknesses, slowly destroying their
mental defenses and reaching the effect of going “mad” or
“dying” out of fear.
As Audrey was in the same dream, even if the nightmare
wasn’t directed at her, she was still affected by the
corresponding emotions, characteristics, status, and even
corruption.
Now, she clearly knew that the nightmare that Mr. Wrath had
weaved represented the ancient sun god. This was the most
terrifying existence in Ariehogg’s mind. At the same time, the
ancient sun god’s influence would uncontrollably corrupt the
surroundings until it reached the entire dream.
When the time came, once Audrey woke up, she would either
become an untreatable mentally ill patient, or she would
become an incomplete Mythical Creature, completely losing
all reason and ending up wildly attacking the surrounding
creatures.
Of course, there was another possibility that she unknowingly
became depraved. She would become cold, cruel, and
bloodthirsty without realizing it, as if someone had replaced
her.
At this moment, Ariehogg, who was squatting at the top of the
grayish-white pillar, let out a painful howl.
As the dragon’s roar echoed, the top of “His” head turned
dark, revealing a “sea” of secrets and colors that was difficult
to describe with words.
In the sea, an even bigger grayish-white dragon spanning a
thousand meters long rose up. One of “His” vertical pupils was
pale gold and the other was bright red color.
There was a third eye on the dragon’s forehead. It seemed to
be hiding a thick shadow.
Similarly, there was no need for anyone to explain. With the
uniqueness of her present state, Audrey immediately knew
what nightmare Ariehogg had weaved.
This was something that left a deep trauma in the giant white
rabbit’s heart. This was the Ankewelt that had been corrupted
by the “underground world.” This was the Virtual Persona and
mental corruption which was sealed behind the bronze door—
things that had been split off from that ancient god.
At that moment, Audrey was in an indescribable nightmare.
Although she hadn’t been corrupted, her mental state was in
turmoil, as though she had been awed.
She immediately used “Placate” on herself, and didn’t hesitate
to rely on her own consciousness to forcefully escape the
dream maze.
During this process, she didn’t encounter any obstruction not
just because she wasn’t Ariehogg’s and Mr. Wrath’s target, but
also because she had reached Sequence 4 and possessed a
certain amount of godhood. Therefore, she quickly woke up
from her dream.
Audrey suddenly opened her eyes and saw a crystal chandelier
dyed in faint crimson. She saw the deep darkness of the room.
Without any delay, she got out of bed and ran to the window to
look outside.
The entire manor was completely silent, as if it was deep
asleep. Everything was normal.
Audrey frowned and immediately split out a Virtual Person,
allowing it to enter the mind island of a night patroller.
She remembered very clearly that the dream maze was formed
by many minds. Once the two nightmares spread, the result
was unimaginable.
Therefore, before this, she had to wake up everyone in the
manor.
In the next second, the patrolling guard suddenly raised his
hand and removed the grenade hanging from his belt. He
pulled out the pin and threw it towards an empty garden.
Boom!
The loud explosion jolted awake the sleeping people.
Immediately after, the guard shouted loudly, “Enemy assault!
“Enemy assault!”
Earl Hall and his wife were already over fifty years old, so as
light sleepers, they jolted awake immediately. Regardless of
how good Hibbert’s sleep quality was, he woke up in a reverie
thanks to such a loud explosion. Alfred had opened his eyes
the moment the grenade was thrown.
The remaining butler, maids, footmen, and bodyguards woke
up one after another. They looked confused and dumbfounded,
not knowing what had happened.
And at the far end of the manor’s main building, a few
servants heard the commotion and didn’t wake up in time.
A few seconds later, they struggled on the bed in pain. Like a
snake shedding its skin, they broke free from their skin,
turning into hideous bodies of blood.
They didn’t wake up until they died.
At that moment, Audrey saw a grayish-white dragon spread its
wings in the sea of collective subconscious as it rapidly
departed. A huge white rabbit followed closely behind.
In the blink of an eye, the dragon’s voice resounded in the
illusory sea.
“Adam isn’t necessarily Adam, just like how I might not
necessarily be Ariehogg.”
The giant white rabbit suddenly slowed down and gradually
stopped.
All the abnormalities came to an end as the entire area
returned to normal.
…
In the ancient palace above the fog.
Adam didn’t attack? The Fool Klein frowned slightly as he
turned his attention back to Utopia and replaced the instinctual
monitoring of the Worms of Spirit.
He carefully inspected his marionette town and didn’t find
anything abnormal.
Chapter 1344 - Humanity

Chapter 1344 Humanity

Seeing that there weren’t any abnormalities in the town of

marionettes, Klein began thinking about Miss Justice’s
encounter.
It wasn’t Adam who set up an attack against Ariehogg, but
Hermes who masterminded it?
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible for Adam to not descend. It
would also be impossible for Ariehogg to escape so easily.
“He” had to rely on the second City of Miracles to have some
hope of doing so.
If Hermes was the mastermind, the development of this whole
episode becomes logical… Hermes never thought of capturing
or killing Ariehogg. “He” only hopes to learn some
information from this ancient mind dragon. When Ariehogg
said “Adam isn’t necessarily Adam,” the operation came to a
natural end.
Yes, from the looks of it, Hermes already had some doubts
about Adam’s true state. However, due to the limitations of
“His” status, “He” has been unable to make Ariehogg appear
on “His” own accord, so “He” used Miss Justice.
Adam isn’t necessarily Adam; Ariehogg isn’t necessarily
Ariehogg… This sentence is very interesting. The upper
echelons of the Spectator pathway are more mysterious than
Seers. Back then, Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt clearly
occupied Sequence 0, but “He” had a Sequence 1 son of the
same pathway as “Him”—Dragon of Nightmare, Alzuhod…
If Adam really isn’t Adam, then who is “He”? Is it that Adam
from the myth in the time before the First Epoch, or part of the
Primordial One? Or is “He” related to the resurrection of the
ancient sun god? From the looks of it, the meaning behind
why Medici addresses “Him” as a zealot has a far more
profound meaning…
Klein quickly conjured a gold coin and flicked it into the air,
making a divination.
The results of the divination indicated that today’s
development was nothing dangerous.
Klein immediately dispersed the gold coin and prepared to
descend his consciousness into his body beneath Saint Arianna
Cathedral.
At this moment, his actions became slightly sluggish.
The moment Miss Justice met Ariehogg and Hermes was
almost simultaneous as the moment the MI9 personnel
returned to Utopia to testify in court.
Just looking at them individually, there was no problem; but
the word “simultaneous” made Klein somewhat alert.
He was very sensitive to words like “happened to,”
“coincidence,” “simultaneous,” and “almost the same.” This
was a mark left behind by his past experiences.
He tapped his finger on the edge of the long mottled table and
decided to make preparations for his worries.
He quickly condensed a light that contained certain words and
some kind of will, and he threw it into a prayer light.
After doing this, Klein made his consciousness sink and left
Sefirah Castle, allowing his mind to return to his original
body.
Immediately after, he began to influence Utopia. He planned
to use all sorts of arrangements to temporarily make all the
foreigners “leave.”
This way, even if anything happened, it wouldn’t affect the
innocent.
This also meant that Klein was prepared to abandon Utopia
and change locations to rebuild his marionette town. After all,
a ritual could be repeated many times, but he could only afford
one resurrection.
…
“Have a good rest for the next two days. There’s still some
time left before court begins.” Biles sent Wendel to the
entrance of the Irises Hotel.
Wendel replied with a smile, “I’m already feeling sleepy.”
It was in the middle of the night. He had trouble sleeping
previously because of his anxiety and nervousness. That was
why he thought of walking around the headquarters of MI9 to
ease his mood. However, when he heard the conversation
between his colleagues at night, it triggered an eruption in his
emotions, and he decided to return to Utopia and face the
problem.
After checking in, Wendel took his luggage and went to the
third floor.
When he passed through the door, he vaguely felt that his
surroundings were abnormally dark.
In order to sleep better, Wendel walked to the window and
drew the curtains.
During this process, he felt that the scenery outside the
window was unusually familiar.
However, under the cover of the night, he couldn’t tell what
was happening too clearly. Thinking that it might have been
the scene he had seen in Utopia previously, he covered his
mouth with his hand and yawned. He took off his clothes and
walked towards the bed.
…
Monica slept until midnight when she suddenly needed to pee.
Unable to hold it in any longer, she eventually got out of bed
and walked towards her room’s attached bathroom.
When she pushed the bathroom door open, she found it a little
heavier.
Rubbing her eyes that were almost unable to open, Monica
didn’t care about this small change. She quickly relieved
herself and ran out of the bathroom to her bed.
When she entered the covers, she felt that the temperature was
much lower and she had no choice but to wrap herself up
tightly in layers.
It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep again.
…
About 15 minutes later, the patrolling Biles rubbed his hands
and turned towards the street where the police station was. He
was about to hand over duties with his colleagues.
Suddenly, his body froze in the alley.
The black and dense Spirit Body Threads on his body peeled
off at the same time as they floated upwards.
A pruned and exquisite paper figurine landed and connected to
the Spirit Body Threads, quickly turning into another Biles.
At the same time, a torrent of mixed knowledge surged over
and reassembled him into a man wearing gorgeous clothes
with long chestnut hair.
The man had blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. It
was Roselle Gustav’s Sequence 1 historical projection.
Right on the heels of that, the projection reached out and
sucked all the information in the surroundings into its palm,
forming an illusory ball of light.
This information included all the details that involved Biles.
In the next second, Roselle Gustav’s historical projection
forged a piece of information that was completely normal,
allowing it to follow the Spirit Body Threads connected to the
paper figurine to the Saint Arianna Cathedral in the municipal
square, moving straight underground of the cathedral.
After this series of actions, another torrent of information
surged in midair. With Roselle’s help, they reformed into three
figures.
A middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a hood with a
long, thick, white beard; another, who was draped in a cloak,
had black hair, blue eyes, and a rather squarish face. He was a
middle-aged man with a dignified bearing; on one of the trees,
there was a huge tree that seemed to be drenched with
petroleum. On the tree, there were arms with all sorts of
strange protruding objects that rolled with bloodshot eyes.
“They” were:
The leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul!
Loen’s Protector, the first King, William Augustus I’s
historical projection!
A historical projection of Abomination Suah!
After making the necessary preparations, Zaratul used the
location provided by the historical projection to sneak into
Utopia.
“He” didn’t waste any time. “He” reached out with “His” right
hand and used the law of convergence of Beyonder
characteristics to suck out the Worm of Spirit in Biles.
Elsewhere, the palm of Abomination Suah’s historical
projection made an ugly doll the size of a palm appear.
The doll was wet and sticky. It had no eyes, ears, or nose. It
only had a pinhole-like mouth that emitted and sucked
grayish-white fog.
As the Worm of Spirit and the doll approached, the black-and-
white eyeballs that rolled out on the Suah tree trunk looked at
them at the same time.
Silently, the Worm of Spirit fused with the ugly doll, causing it
to distort as it squirmed, growing out eyes, nose, and ears,
making it look like Klein Moretti.
At this point, Zaratul no longer did any concealment, nor
could “He” do so. “He” took out a black shroud and abruptly
wrapped Klein’s doll up!
All the marionette’s Spirit Body Threads in Utopia were
severed at the same time—they were unable to connect to the
true body.
This wasn’t because there was something wrong with them,
but that the true body was isolated from them.
All of a sudden, the duty personnel in the police station,
tenants in the hotel, Tracey and the thieves in the cell,
Anderson in another apartment, Alzu, and the other citizens all
stopped breathing and turned stiff.
Regardless of whether they were sleeping or doing something
else, it was as if a pause button had been pressed.
Klein, who was at the bottom of Saint Arianna Cathedral,
suddenly woke up. He knew that an accident had happened.
He didn’t hesitate. With a thought, he returned to Sefirah
Castle. With the level and strength of a King of Angels, he was
able to resist enemies that had shown or had yet to show
themselves.
This was the best choice in the current situation.
Even if he wasn’t able to protect his true body, Klein still had a
chance to revive.
At that moment, his floating consciousness touched an
invisible, dark barrier, making it difficult to penetrate it and
enter Sefirah Castle.
This… Klein’s heart tightened, believing that the enemy might
be more troublesome than he had imagined.
Few high-level existences knew he could return to Sefirah
Castle with a thought!
In the next second, the thick, petroleum-slathered tree had
arrived above Saint Arianna Cathedral.
In addition, a deep and dignified voice resounded:
“Wandering is prohibited here!
“Teleportation is prohibited here!
“…”
Klein wasn’t led by his emotions. Seeing that he couldn’t
return to Sefirah Castle at the moment, he immediately
changed his strategy and leaped towards the fog of history.
The moment the grayish-white fog entered his eyes, it turned
into a whirlpool formed by countless transparent maggots. The
vortex extended out slippery tentacles covered with strange
patterns.
Unlike previously, the vortex emitted a powerful suction force,
causing Klein’s figure to speed up and be entangled by
countless tentacles.
Law of Beyonder characteristics convergence!
The law of Beyonder characteristic convergence between
angels!
A subtle beam of light flashed as Klein, who was firmly
controlled by Zaratul’s Mythical Creature form, turned into a
paper figurine.
This was an angel-level application of Paper Figurine
Substitutes, as well as the help of “Grafting.”
Although Klein couldn’t return to Sefirah Castle, he could
influence the Worms of Spirit above the gray fog, allowing
them to use the “curtain” to provide help.
After dodging Zaratul’s fatal blow, Klein ran into the fog of
history and fled towards the former metropolis from a time
before the First Epoch.
At this moment, many marionettes, who had been dead for a
long time in Utopia, rapidly decayed from losing the Spirit
Body Threads maintaining them. Their limbs dropped to the
ground or mutated because of their Beyonder characteristics.
The latter transformed into different monsters, ones far more
terrifying than imaginable.
Some swallowed their heads; others were left with only
squirming flesh, while others grew dense eyes…
Soon, Klein ran into the old metropolis situated inside the fog
of history.
To him, this was a safe room that could be trusted. This was
because only a Scholar of Yore who was a human from before
history could enter.
Without any hesitation, Klein habitually surveyed the area and
began praying to the Evernight Goddess in the stacked city.
Oof!
A faint sound rang out as an ancient wooden stake with traces
of blood penetrated Klein’s heart from behind.
A figure phased into existence behind him. It was a cold-
looking man wearing a half top hat and a black trench coat:
Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein’s pupils dilated as the crazy adventurer said in a deep
voice, “Adam has given me humanity.”
Chapter 1345 - Meeting Again

Chapter 1345 Meeting Again

Klein turned around and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar

figure.
He had imagined all kinds of attacks on Utopia, but he had
never expected such a scene to occur.
If Amon had “Parasitized” the marionette, Gehrman Sparrow,
then with Klein’s current status and the Spirit Worms on
Sefirah Castle, he definitely would have immediately
discovered the problem. And if Zaratul were to swap the Spirit
Body Threads, “He” could only temporarily hide it from him.
Furthermore, “He” needed help from an angel like a
Knowledge Emperor or a Servant of Concealment to ensure
the element of surprise in the sudden attack. Only the
humanity provided by a Spectator could slowly ferment,
without revealing any abnormalities on the surface.
To prevent such a situation, he could only sever the Spirit
Body Threads and allow the marionette to deteriorate till it
died. That way, regardless of whether it had any humanity in it
or not, it would ultimately cease to exist.
Unfortunately, Klein had never heard of such methods before.
All he did was guard against the invasion of a Virtual Persona
on his marionettes.
This might be the power of a Visionary, giving life to
everything virtual and immaterial, a unique sense of humanity.
The carved and cold face was reflected in Klein’s eyes as he
felt a force pushing him away.
He immediately fell backward, falling from the layers of ruins
of the old metropolis out from the fog of history.
During this process, he wanted to control himself, but there
was nothing he could do. This was because the wooden stake
at his heart had sealed all his Beyonder powers.
With a thought, Klein looked at Gehrman Sparrow and
snapped his fingers.
Pa!
The Worms of Spirit in Sefirah Castle received his will and
gave up the marionette’s Spirit Body Threads. They also
picked up the Staff of the Stars and prepared to give Klein a
fatal blow so as to commit suicide.
After his main body completely died, Klein would be able to
revive above the gray fog and escape from his predicament.
He no longer held any hope after finding out that Adam was
the mastermind behind the scenes.
At this moment, a stone square floating in the void appeared
beneath Klein’s feet.
Black stone pillars rose up and propped up a grand and holy
cathedral, enveloping Klein inside.
The corpse cathedral—Adam’s corpse cathedral—the divine
kingdom of a Visionary!
Boom!
Countless bolts of silver lightning smote down from Sefirah
Castle, penetrating the fog of history and struck the cathedral,
but failed to shake it at all.
At the same time, in the ancient palace, the figure sitting in
The Fool’s seat suddenly collapsed to the side, forming a
vortex formed from transparent maggots.
The vortex extended out slippery and strange tentacles, crazily
smacking the surroundings, overturning the junk pile, and
destroying the long mottled table.
Klein’s avatar had lost contact with his true body, and because
his true body hadn’t really died, they had lost control and went
crazy, just like Zaratul from before.
In the old metropolis before the First Epoch, Gehrman
Sparrow, who was wearing a half top hat and a black trench
coat, looked up at Sefirah Castle, his expression mixed.
He was basically a corpse. After his Spirit Body Threads were
abandoned, he naturally couldn’t maintain his existence.
The only thing Adam gave him was humanity. There was no
envisioned life for him, as that would result in the discovery of
there being something wrong with Gehrman Sparrow.
Gehrman Sparrow slowly collapsed as he looked at the rooms
in the old metropolis.
He died in this ruin.
…
Klein’s feet landed on the ground and stood in the middle of
the cathedral. He saw that every arch of each pillar was
embedded with the skulls of different races. Most of them
were pale-white in color as they were packed densely together,
staring at the intruder with their hollow eyes.
On the walls, windows, and doors of the cathedral, transparent,
distorted, and painful faces appeared, separating the interior
from the outside world.
And in front of the cathedral stood a cross that was more than
a hundred meters tall.
In front of the cross were rows of black pews.
Adam, who was wearing a simple white robe and had a pale
gold beard, was standing under the cross with a silver cross
hanging from “His” neck. “He” faced the pews like a priest
who was preparing to deliver a sermon.
“His” expression was warm and “His” eyes were limpid, as
though “He” was only inviting Klein to listen to the scriptures.
Klein lowered his head and looked at the cross-shaped wooden
stake that was stuck in his chest. He slowly walked to the first
pew and sat in the middle.
For a true Mythical Creature formed from many Worms of
Spirit, the wound on its chest wasn’t fatal. The main purpose
of the ancient bloody cross stake was to seal his Beyonder
powers.
If not for the true god standing in front of him, Klein could’ve
used his physical strength to pull out the wooden stake and
remove the seal.
At this moment, he didn’t make any attempts because he was
afraid that he would turn the thought of “not daring to” to “not
willing to.”
“I didn’t expect you to directly interfere in this matter. If you
wanted to deal with me, you didn’t have to wait until today.”
Klein looked at his blood-stained shirt and seriously voiced his
doubts.
He wasn’t afraid at all, as if he was certain that Adam
wouldn’t kill him.
Adam held the silver cross pendant with one hand and calmly
said, “Before now, you were able to be of quite some use in
many ways.”
“He” took two steps forward and continued with limpid eyes,
“When Amon came to steal the corpse cathedral, I made a deal
with ‘Him.’ By helping me obtain the first Blasphemy Slate,
I’ll help ‘Him’ capture you.”
Is that so… Klein was instantly enlightened.
On the one hand, Adam didn’t wish to be obstructed by
existences like the True Creator when “He” became a god, and
on the other hand, “He” wanted to obtain the first Blasphemy
Slate. Therefore, “He” used the Unshadowed Crucifix and
other methods to give Klein an impetus to head for the Giant
King’s Court, open the door to the chamber where Sasrir was
sleeping, and attract the attention of the True Creator and other
existences. On the other hand, “He” used “His” brother,
Amon, to steal the first Blasphemy Slate at the critical
moment.
And to capture Klein, who was about to obtain preliminary
control of Sefirah Castle, it would definitely be most
appropriate to have a Visionary arrange the developments for
“Him.”
Although Amon and Adam usually appear distant, “They” are
still brothers and can work together more easily… Klein
nodded slightly and looked at the stained glass that had
distorted faces.
“I also didn’t expect Zaratul to cooperate with you. Isn’t ‘He’
afraid of becoming food for Amon?”
When Klein established Utopia, he had considered Amon’s
attack and Zaratul’s destruction. However, he never expected
that “They” would work together in a certain way.
From his point of view, the chances of Zaratul completely
siding with the Mother Tree of Desire were higher than this,
unless Adam had unknowingly arranged such a development
for “Him.”
Adam’s limpid eyes showed sympathy.
“To ‘Him,’ you becoming a Great Old One means that ‘He’
will definitely perish. However, if Amon becomes one, as long
as ‘He’ expresses ‘His’ loyalty, ‘He’ can still retain ‘His’
present level and status. A Lord of the Mysteries still requires
an Attendant of Mysteries.
“Therefore, ‘He’ chose to cooperate with me. During this
process, if ‘He’ can seize the opportunity and turn you into a
marionette before I do, using you to enter Sefirah Castle and
become the owner of the sefirah, then ‘He’ has the right to
demand an opportunity to face Antigonus at Evernight’s place
and have an ultimate showdown with Amon. On the contrary,
‘He’ will completely admit defeat and pledge allegiance to
Amon.
“On this point, ‘He’ was very decisive.”
“It doesn’t seem like your style to explain so much,” Klein
replied casually before frowning. “You don’t need all the
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics of the corresponding
pathway to become a Great Old One?”
He had deduced this from the relationship between the ancient
sun god and the eight Kings of Angels. However, he believed
that one had to first become a Great Old One or a quasi one
before dividing the characteristics.
Adam replied gently, “For neighboring pathways, all that’s
needed is a Uniqueness and a Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristic. It’s easy to lose control if one forcefully
occupies more. Therefore, after Zaratul pledged allegiance to
Amon, ‘He’ still has the chance to become a King of Angels.
And ‘He’ isn’t able to pledge allegiance to you because ‘He’
can’t separate a Sequence 2 avatar like those from the
Marauder pathway, and then stealing ‘His’ main body’s Spirit
Body, consciousness, and psyche over, turning the avatar into
the main body.”
This was the qualitative difference between a Seer’s
marionette and a Marauder’s Worm of Time. The former
involved Spirit Body Threads, while the latter relied on
themselves.
Furthermore, the reason the Marauder angel could do this was
because “Their” Sequence 2 was Trojan Horse of Destiny.
Just as Klein nodded, he suddenly saw Adam turn “His” body,
revealing something beneath the cross.
It was a gray stone slab. There were many mottled marks on
its surface, making it look rather ancient.
This was very similar to the first Blasphemy Slate, but it didn’t
have that abnormally ancient feeling to it.
It also had words that looked like the source of all languages.
They were written with the names of Sequences and potion
formulas.
“The second Blasphemy Slate?” Klein asked in surprise.
His gaze quickly swept across the stone slab. He didn’t read
the first few paragraphs, but instead looked at the last few
lines.
His intuition told him that there was a very important piece of
information there.
“There’s no need to rush. Amon has to complete the ritual and
become a Sequence 0 before stealing your fate. Otherwise,
‘He’ wouldn’t be able to withstand the identity as Sefirah
Castle’s owner. And before that, it’s best to let you continue
staying in my kingdom.” Adam acted as though he was
consoling a repentant.
Kill me… Klein muttered inwardly.
At this moment, he figured out the last few lines.
God Almighty, Creator, Maker, The Omnipotent and
Omniscient, Lord of the Astral World:
Sea of Chaos + Visionary Uniqueness + The Sun Uniqueness
+ Tyrant Uniqueness + White Tower Uniqueness + The
Hanged Man Uniqueness + 1 Author Beyonder characteristic
+ 1 White Angel Beyonder characteristic + 1 Thunder God
Beyonder characteristic +1 Omniscient Eye Beyonder
characteristic +1 Dark Angel Beyonder characteristic.
Lord of the Mysteries, King of Space-Time, Beacon of
Destiny, Embodiment of Sefirah Castle, Dominator of the
Spirit World:
Sefirah Castle + The Fool Uniqueness + Error Uniqueness +
Door Uniqueness + 1 Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder
characteristic + 1 Worm of Time Beyonder characteristic + 1
Key of Stars Beyonder characteristic.
Upon seeing this, Klein turned his head to look at Adam and
asked in puzzlement, “Why are you showing me these?”
Wouldn’t it be safer to hypnotize me and put me to sleep until
Amon becomes a god?
Adam’s eyes were clear as “He” said with a warm expression,
“To be frank, if the other party wasn’t Amon, then I’d be more
willing to help you become the Dominator of the Spirit World.
“We have too many things in common. In a sense, we are old
friends who have met before.”
With that said, “He” smiled and said, “We meet again,
Mysteries.”
Chapter 1346 - The Specialness of a Visionary

Chapter 1346 The Specialness of a Visionary

Mysteries… The last time Klein heard this title was from the
consciousness of the True Creator that had descended. The
penultimate instance was from the ancient sun god from
history, the City of Silver’s Creator.
In a sense, the two of them were equal:
The True Creator was equivalent to the ancient sun god “evil
spirit” after retrieving Sasrir’s personality.
However, unlike before, Klein wasn’t flustered when he heard
this manner of addressing him. Neither his heart trembled nor
his teeth chattered.
At this moment, he felt as if he had finally seen a suspended
rock fall to the ground.
Of course, he wasn’t that calm either. To a certain extent,
surprise, shock, and disbelief were inevitable. It was because
of the words “Adam isn’t necessarily Adam” from Ariehogg
that he had already come up with many speculations and was
mentally prepared.
We meet again. Mysteries… Adam is equivalent to the ancient
sun god? Or is this the resurrection contingency of the ancient
sun god? “He” knows of this, but “He” still wishes to revive
“His” father, so that’s why Medici calls “Him” a zealot?
Thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind as he gained a brand
new understanding of certain matters.
It was no wonder Adam never promoted teachings about
“Himself.” “He” only spread what was left of the ancient sun
god!
Klein originally believed that this was due to the special trait
of a Visionary, and how “He” could use “His” Uniqueness to
create a bunch of realistic believers as anchors. This way,
“He” didn’t need to build a congregation, but from the looks
of it, this was probably only one of the reasons.
After two seconds of silence, he looked into Adam’s pure eyes
and said, “You are the ancient sun god?”
Adam maintained his warm smile and said in an illuminating
tone, “Don’t you think I’m the most unique among the eight
Kings of Angels?
“After reading the contents of the second Blasphemy Slate
regarding the Great Old Ones, you should be able to clearly
understand this point.”
Indeed… Klein nodded, indicating that he could tell.
“Of the five Kings of Angels related to omnipotence and
omniscience, you are the only one with a Uniqueness.”
According to the mysticism knowledge that Klein currently
possessed, when the City of Silver’s Creator was still alive, the
eight Kings of Angels were in the same state:
Dark Angel Sasrir digested two Sequence 1 characteristics of
The Hanged Man pathway and controlled the first Blasphemy
Slate, allowing “Him” to use a portion of the power of the
Chaos Sea. Therefore, “He” was Heaven’s deputy, the left
hand of God, a king among Kings of Angels.
White Angel Aucuses contained two Sequence 1
characteristics of The Sun pathway;
Wind Angel Leodero, Angel of Wisdom Herabergen, Angel of
Fate Ouroboros also possessed two Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristics of “Their” respective pathways.
Angel of Time Amon, Red Angel Medici were the ones with a
Uniqueness of their own pathway and a corresponding
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic.
Angel of Imagination Adam had the Spectator pathway’s
Uniqueness and two Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics.
This didn’t seem problematic at first glance, but it appeared
strange on careful thought.
Angel of Time Amon and Red Angel Medici didn’t belong to
the five pathways of omnipotence and omniscience, and there
was no problem about the ancient sun god using different
methods to give “Them” “Their” Uniqueness. However, Adam
was different. Visionary belonged to one of the five pathways
of omnipotence and omniscience, and the corresponding
Uniqueness was one of the foundations needed by the ancient
sun god to become a Great Old One. In other words, this was
equivalent to one of the three Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristics needed of a Sequence 0. How could it be
randomly separated?
After all, Sasrir, as the deputy of Heaven, the left hand of God,
didn’t obtain the Uniqueness of The Hanged Man pathway,
much less Wind Angel Leodero, Angel of Wisdom
Herabergen, and White Angel Aucuses.
Klein originally believed that the ancient sun god had sensed
the awakening of the Primordial One, so “He” had deliberately
used the method of having children to separate one of the five
Uniquenesses from “Himself,” taking the initiative to lower
“His” level to resist the corruption and invasion.
This was probably the thoughts of other deities and Kings of
Angels back then.
When he heard Ariehogg say “Adam isn’t necessarily Adam,”
Klein felt that there might be a deeper secret hidden in this
matter and came up with some guesses.
After witnessing the last few lines of the second Blasphemy
Slate, he found it even stranger. This was because a
Uniqueness was one of the foundations of becoming a Great
Old One. If the sefirah was the foundation, then the
corresponding Uniquenesses were weight-bearing columns. It
would be deeply problematic no matter which one was lost. If
the ancient sun god wanted to lower “His” level, the better
choice would be to separate the Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristics. That would be relatively safer.
Dressed in a simple white robe and wearing a thick golden
beard, Adam walked to Klein’s side and turned around. “He”
looked at the Blasphemy Slate and said, “A Visionary has
something very special.
“Normal Sequence 0s are made up of the Uniqueness and
three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics. Missing any one of
them prevents ‘Them’ from being considered a true deity—
they can only be considered a King of Angels. And after
becoming a Sequence 0, a Visionary is able to split two
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics and replace the
corresponding characteristic via ‘Envisioning.’
“The object produced by ‘Envisioning’ is real enough. It can
work perfectly under the framework of the Uniqueness and a
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic, allowing a Visionary’s
level and strength to not decrease.
“The two real separated Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics
can be combined with one’s other identity or a certain lifeform
that’s ‘Envisioned.’ It can make ‘Them’ become an Author
with complete freedom. When necessary, one can use a certain
method or some mediums to transform “Him” into the true
form.
“And for The Omnipotent and Omniscient, ‘He’ can ‘Create’ a
Uniqueness that borders between reality and illusory to
maintain ‘His’ state. As long as it doesn’t exceed the necessary
limitations.”
This is the relationship between Dragon of Imagination
Ankewelt and “His” child, Dragon of Nightmare Alzuhod? I
once thought that the Seer and Marauder pathways were the
most bizarre. From the looks of it, they can’t compare to a
Spectator… Sigh, be careful of the Spectator… Klein
completely resolved the question on his mind. He also
understood why Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt had
arranged for 0-08 to meet Groselle’s Travels.
Once they met, 0-08’s quill, which originated from the Dragon
of Nightmare Alzuhod, would awaken and become the Dragon
of Imagination Ankewelt at a lower level. Then, this
resurrected ancient god would use the negative persona sealed
behind the bronze door to activate the Chaos Sea’s power,
instantly reaching the level of the strongest King of Angels
below that of true deities.
With such a foundation, “He” had the chance to compete with
Adam for the position of Visionary and completely revive.
It’s simpler, neater, and cleaner compared to the Black
Emperor’s resurrection… Klein nodded slightly and said, “The
relationship between Dragon of Imagination and the Dragon of
Nightmare?”
Adam sat down beside Klein.
“Yes.”
“However, the Dragon of Imagination had been corrupted, and
‘He’ had characteristics of other pathways, putting ‘Him’ in a
poor condition. All ‘He’ could do was separate an Author.
Otherwise, ‘He’ would have directly lost control.”
Klein ignored Adam beside him and looked at the second
Blasphemy Slate in front of him.
“What’s the difference between this and a Marauder’s avatar?
“If Amon can become an Error, ‘He’ too can create at least
two Sequence 1 avatars.”
Adam leaned forward and simply explained, “The avatar and
the main body are still the same, but they are located in
different areas.”
Does that mean that the Sequence 1 that’s “Envisioned” is
completely separated from the real body, and can be
considered another person? Only by using some method or
using some medium can one awaken? Klein asked
thoughtfully, “You awakened when you became a Visionary?”
“No.” Adam looked straight ahead and replied with a gentle
expression, “When I perished, and ‘True’ was born.”
Klein asked in surprise, “Was no one suspicious?”
If the deities knew that the ancient sun god had long been
“resurrected” in Adam, the history of the Fourth Epoch would
most likely be to besiege the Solomon Empire, the Twilight
Hermit Order, and the Amon family.
“Apart from ‘True’ knowing about this, perhaps only
Evernight had ‘Her’ suspicions,” Adam said, “His” voice
neither fast nor slow. “I disguised myself as a zealot, a zealot
wanting my father to awaken in my body. It’s not difficult for
a King of Angels from the Visionary pathway to do so.”
“Then, Medici…” Klein suddenly felt pity for the Red Angel.
Thinking up to this point, he lowered his head to look at the
blood-stained wooden stake on his chest. He felt that he
deserved more sympathy.
Adam said calmly, “It was a necessary sacrifice.
“Why do you think ‘He’ can remain alive for so many years
after becoming an evil spirit without being discovered?”
Klein fell silent for two seconds before asking, “Are you going
to let me wait just like this?”
“You can also choose to leave this corpse cathedral, but
Zaratul will be waiting for you at the entrance. In your present
state, you can only become ‘His’ marionette,” Adam said
without any emotion.
Klein fell silent as he read the remaining contents of the
second Blasphemy Slate.
…
In the Fog Sea, the Dawn silently sailed through the
undulating blue waves.
Bernadette suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.
She frowned and picked up an item on the table.
The item was completely golden in color, and there were
mysterious symbols engraved on its surface, making it look
like a miniature water flask.
This was Sealed Artifact 0-05, Magic Wishing Lamp.
Bernadette held the wishing lamp and bowed her head as she
chanted an honorific name:
“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.
“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…”
Chapter 1347 - Pillar

Chapter 1347 Pillar

Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, beside The Fool’s
seat.
A prayer point of light expanded to produce a rippling halos.
It was as though someone had suddenly drawn the curtains in a
dark, sealed room, allowing sunlight to shine in, piercing into
the eyes of the sleeping one.
The whirlpool of maggots, which had already quietened down,
once again went berserk as it began to flail the slippery and
strange tentacles.
…
Klein’s gaze swept past the parts that were related to the Lord
of the Mysteries, and he read the subsequent content on the
slate:
Eternal Darkness, Singularity of All, Space-Time-in-One:
River of Eternal Darkness + Evernight Uniqueness + Death
(Eternal Sleeper) Uniqueness + Twilight Giant Uniqueness + 1
Knight of Misfortune Beyonder characteristic + 1 Pale
Emperor Beyonder characteristic + 1 Hand of God Beyonder
characteristic.
Goddess of Origins, Mother of All, Brood Hive of Filth:
Brood Hive + Mother Uniqueness + The Moon Uniqueness +
1 Naturewalker Beyonder characteristic + 1 Beauty Goddess
Beyonder characteristic.
The Anarchy, Shadow of Order:
Nation of Disorder + Black Emperor Uniqueness + Justiciar
Uniqueness + 1 Prince of Abolition Beyonder characteristic +
1 Hand of Order Beyonder characteristic.
Calamity of Destruction, Origins of Disaster:
City of Calamity + Demoness (Chaos Demoness, Primordial
Demoness) Uniqueness + Red Priest Uniqueness + 1
Apocalypse Beyonder characteristic + 1 Conqueror Beyonder
characteristic.
Father of Devils, Lord of Deviants, Source of Curses:
Tenebrous World + Abyss Uniqueness + Chained Uniqueness
+ 1 Filthy Monarch + 1 Abomination Beyonder characteristic.
Demon of Knowledge, Aracana of Madness:
Knowledge Moor + The Hermit Uniqueness + Paragon
Uniqueness + 1 Knowledge Emperor Beyonder characteristic
+ 1 Illuminator Beyonder characteristic.
Key of Light, Endless Disorder, Incarnation of Fate:
Key of Light + Wheel of Fortune Uniqueness + 1 Giant
Serpent Beyonder characteristic.
These are the Great Old Ones’ title corresponding to the nine
sefirot… After reading it, Klein sighed inwardly.
If he and Emperor Roselle knew this mysticism knowledge
earlier, neither of them would’ve ended up in their present
situations.
At certain times, even without using Beyonder powers,
knowledge is completely equivalent to power… The titles of
the combined pathways of Earth and Moon are somewhat
different from Mother Goddess of Depravity. From the looks
of it, it is indeed just a part of “Her,” which means that the title
and authority left to the Outer Deity on the moon is: Mother
Goddess of Depravity, Origin of Evil, The Indestructible… By
the same logic, the Mother Tree of Desire’s full name should
be: Mother Tree of Desire, Heartless God, Perpetual
Blatherer… The situation regarding the Son of Chaos isn’t
very clear. It’s as though “He” vanished, and no one can fully
understand “Him”… Klein nodded indiscernibly.
He then asked, “From the looks of it, the Omnipotent and
Omniscient is the strongest. The Lord of the Mysteries and the
Space-Time-in-One are ranked second. The rest are ranked
third.”
This was determined by the number of Beyonder pathways
each needed, excluding the Outer Deities.
Adam looked at the Blasphemy Slate and calmly said, “That’s
not how it is.
“The number of authorities has a certain connection to level
and status, but not entirely. The corresponding characteristics,
power, and symbols are equally important.
“After the original Creator split apart, the Three Pillars stood
above all the Great Old Ones. One was God Almighty,
Omnipotent and Omniscient; the other was Lord of the
Mysteries, the King of Space-Time; and the last was Mother
Goddess of Depravity, Origin of Evil.”
Upon hearing Adam’s last sentence, Klein couldn’t help but
look down at his left sleeve. Arrodes was hiding inside.
No wonder Arrodes said that he saw a pillar and support from
me… Klein had suddenly arrived at a state of enlightenment as
he was a little more convinced by what Visionary Adam had
said.
At this moment, Adam added at an adequate pace, “Currently,
the first two pillars only exist in the form of sefirot. And after
the Mother Goddess of Depravity had the Brood Hive and two
Beyonder pathways separated from “Her,” “She” became not
much different from the other Outer Deities. Only “Her”
symbol as a pillar remains.”
If it wasn’t for the blood-stained stake in his chest, Klein
definitely would’ve felt that the ambiance was great for a
conversation. In moments when his mind trailed, he even
imagined that he and Adam were friends and were happily
discussing some mysticism knowledge, waiting for “His”
child, Amon, to return home for dinner.
Of course, I’m “dinner”… I have to say that a Spectator’s
ability to influence others’ knowledge, experience, and state is
really too powerful… As Klein told himself to be on guard, he
asked in puzzlement, “I thought that the Outer Deities like the
Mother Goddess of Depravity, who has two or even three
sefirot, are considered pillars.”
Adam looked down at the silver cross pendant hanging across
“His” chest and said, “She” only has one sefirah.
“Under normal circumstances, the sefirot can’t be separated.
Only when the original Creator split and created an
embodiment of convergence and separation did the sefirot tear
apart, allowing some of them to be sucked into our planet.”
“In other words, the present sefirah the Mother Goddess of
Depravity has is incomplete. The future Great Old One,
Mother of All, won’t be a complete Great Old One?” Klein
pressed.
Adam’s lips twitched as though “He” was smiling.
“It was so at the beginning, but the sefirot has the ability to
mend itself. The present Mother Goddess of Depravity’s
sefirah isn’t incomplete, and the Brood Hive can also create a
Great Old One itself. The only problem is that the Mother
Goddess of Depravity can only use a portion of pillar ‘She’
symbolizes, unless she has fused with the Brood Hive again.
“This has also caused the birth of life and the feminist powers
in the entire universe to undergo a certain anomaly. However,
thousands of years of time at astronomical scales is a very
short period of time, and the corresponding influence hasn’t
spread.
“And if any Outer Deity obtains a sefirah that is neighboring
‘Theirs,’ making it equivalent to having two sefirot—I can’t
predict what will happen. Before that, only the original Creator
had contained more than singular sefirah. However, as long as
‘He’ awakens, ‘He’ will definitely split apart.”
Klein nodded and asked thoughtfully, “In the beginning, the
Creator accommodated at least nine sefirot. This doesn’t mean
that having two sefirot or even three will not result in
problems. There should be a critical point.”
“No one can verify this at the moment.” Adam held the silver
cross pendant in front of “His” chest and said, “I’m guessing
that some existences have attempted it before. After all,
convergence is a very strong instinct, but the outcome is
unknown.”
“Which existences?” Klein rubbed the bloody cross wooden
stake that was stuck in his chest.
Adam cast “His” gaze at the gigantic cross that was more than
a hundred meters tall in front of “Him” and calmly said,
“The God Almighty from the early First Epoch. ‘He’ can also
be called the Primordial One. In addition, there’s also the Lord
of the Mysteries—the one you often recite…”
As “He” spoke, Adam turned to look at Klein and said in an
imitating manner, “The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth
for Blessings.”
…These two seem to have vanished… The outcome of
“Their” attempts doesn’t seem too good? Klein hadn’t thought
of what he wanted to say when Adam turned “His” head and
looked at the second Blasphemy Slate.
“What I can be sure of is that some sefirot cannot be
accommodated at the same time.
“In this universe, there is a hidden fourth pillar. It represents
everything, including the end of the Great Old Ones and the
universe itself. It corresponds to the two sefirot—River of
Eternal Darkness and City of Calamity.
“Simply put, if Evernight can become an Eternal Darkness,
Singularity of All, Space-Time-in-One, ‘She’ can further
occupy the two pathways of Demoness and Red Priest,
encompassing the City of Calamity, and becoming the true
fourth pillar. However, when that happens, ‘She’ will either
enter a deep sleep, be passively split apart, or it will cause the
entire Universe, including “Her” and us, to be annihilated,
starting everything all over again.”
Never expected that… Once Above the Sequences level is
reached, the symbolism is more important than authority…
Adam, no, the ancient sun god’s mysticism knowledge is
simply too terrifying. As expected of a quasi Great Old One…
Klein sighed when he heard that.
He thought and said, “In other words, a demigod from the
Sleepless pathway can transfer to the Demoness pathway?”
“That’s right.” Adam looked straight ahead. “But in that case,
there’s no way to become a Great Old One, unless one thinks
of a way to separate the Beyonder characteristics from
before.”
As Klein looked up, he read the demigod potion formulas of
the Spectator, Sleepless, and Arbiter pathways and changed
the topic:
“Where did the potion formula related to the Great Old Ones
come from?
“The first Blasphemy Slate didn’t seem to contain them…
Were they hidden in the different Sequence 0 potions?”
Adam’s expression changed slightly, and “His” face seemed to
be more radiant.
“After I gained initial control of the omnipotence and
omniscience authority, I began to deduce the method and
pathway to become a Great Old One. Finally, I found a
suitable formula and figured out the different symbolism.
“Unfortunately, at that time, the Primordial One had also
awoken inside me…”
Therefore, when the ancient sun god perished, you used a
portion of your body and will to create a second Blasphemy
Slate? Klein sighed and said, “From now on, there will be light
for the apocalypse.”
It also ended the chaotic battle between the deities due to
anger, emotions, and other reasons. It initiated the era of
working towards becoming Great Old Ones.
Adam maintained “His” previous expression and didn’t say
anything.
Klein fell silent. After a few seconds, he suddenly asked,
“What kind of humanity did you fabricate in that marionette of
mine?”
Adam turned “His” head and said with clear eyes, “He was too
tired. He wanted rest and freedom, even if it was only for a
few seconds.”
Klein gaped, not knowing how to respond.
“Why didn’t you address him as Gehrman Sparrow, but refer
to him as ‘that marionette’?” Adam asked warmly, as though
“He” was trying to straighten out the thoughts of a member of
“His” congregation.
Klein turned his head to look at “Him,” and suddenly said with
a smile, “I’m Gehrman Sparrow. Gehrman Sparrow is a part of
me. If I separate them, even if I can escape your divine
kingdom, it will be difficult for me to avert the fate of losing
control.”
Having said that, Klein paused and looked ahead. He asked in
a deep voice, “You only have godhood left?”
…
Rorsted Archipelago, City of Generosity, Bayam.
After returning here, Verdu Abraham learned that the God of
War was a rather active existence in the Fourth Epoch. It was
possible for “Him” to respond to believers.
Then, he hired a poor person who willingly risked his life to
pray to the God of War to confirm that there was no danger.
And the price of all of that was 300 gold pounds.
Now, he received a report that not only was that poor person
not dead, he even had some of his wishes fulfilled!
Chapter 1348 - Preparation for the Ritual

Chapter 1348 Preparation for the Ritual

Blue Mountain Island, within a primitive forest.

Worried that official Beyonders would discover the ritual
outside the city, Verdu Abraham, who had finished making
preparations, used a Sealed Artifact to “Teleport” away from
Bayam and arrived in someplace that was nearly uninhabited.
Rubbing the pain in his ribs, Verdu took off his classic robe
and placed it aside.
Following that, he set up an altar, lit the candles, and burnt the
correct essential oils, extracts, herbal powder, etc.
After finishing the setup, Verdu took two steps back and
lowered his voice to chant in ancient Hermes, “The great God
of War;
“The symbol of iron and blood;
“The ruler of chaos and strife…”
A howling wind echoed in the dark forest.
Amidst the rustling of the branches and leaves, two of the
candles on the altar suddenly emitted crackling sounds.
The corresponding candle flames rose from the size of a
“sapling” to a “towering tree.”
At the same time, the color of the candlelight changed from
orange to bright white.
The wind that passed through the forest became even more
intense. Two fiery pillars of fire intertwined together, twisting
into a blurry and huge figure.
At that moment, Verdu Abraham felt an indescribable gaze
cast from high above and onto his body.
He hurriedly bowed his head and said, “Great God of War.
Your lowly believer would like to pray for your help.”
As he spoke, he kept adjusting his attitude and tried his best to
remain calm.
He knew from his family’s books that the most important thing
to take note of when praying to the God of War was to “not be
angry.”
The massive figure formed from a blinding white flame
constantly spewed out flames as it used a language that Verdu
could understand, but had no idea what it was.
“Lowly mortal, a god is not used to satisfy your wishes.
“Speak, say your prayers, and I’ll decide whether to help you
in the end.”
Verdu had already drafted out his request, so he said after
some thought, “Great God of War, what should I do to make
my ancestor, Mr. Door Bethel Abraham, return to the real
world?”
“A ritual. Sacrifice a Bizarro Sorcerer, a Secrets Sorcerer, and
a Parasite. You should already know about it,” the flaming
giant said in a deep and dignified manner.
It’s the same as the answer given by Dorian’s student… Verdu
sighed and said,
“Great God of War, what must I pay to request you to
complete this ritual for me?”
The flaming giant looked down at the Astrologer and said,
“The corresponding price is not something you can afford.
Your pale and puny soul isn’t even qualified to be embers.”
Just as Verdu was disappointed and abnormally depressed, the
flaming giant continued, “But Mr. Door can.
“Besides, I’m in a good mood today.
“Sacrifice a portion of your blood to me as the mark of the
contract. I will request the corresponding price from Mr.
Door.”
That’s possible? Verdu subconsciously had his suspicions, but
after some thought, he felt that there was nothing wrong with
it.
Indeed, only his ancestor, Bethel Abraham, had the right to
trade with a secret existence like the God of War!
As for whether Mr. Door was willing to proceed with the deal,
Verdu had never considered it. From his point of view, anyone
who was in an exiled and sealed state would undoubtedly want
to escape, even if they had to pay a huge price!
“Yes, great God of War.” After pondering for a moment, Verdu
agreed.
He then changed the ritual and added the sacrifice and
bestowment parts of a ritual. He then used a metal dagger to
pierce through his arm and let out dark red blood.
When his blood turned into red “pearls” and passed through
the Door of Sacrifice and Bestowment, it became extremely
dark, as though there were countless monsters lurking in it.
In the next second, an object was spat out from behind the
illusory door.
It was a semi-transparent meat blob with slippery tentacles. On
the meat blob, twisted maggots crawled out one after another.
Upon seeing the object, Verdu’s head turned dizzy as though
large amounts of gunk had been injected into it.
At this moment, a flame landed, enveloping his body, turning
his vision red.
With this layer of red light, Verdu no longer suffered any
anomalies when looking at the blob of meat.
Right on the heels of that, another object was spat out of the
Door of Sacrifice and Bestowment.
It was a bird with a deformed head. Every feather shimmered
with a faint stellar radiance. Strands of insect-like brilliance
drilled into its body and occasionally emanated out.
Worm of Stars… Is this a monster with a Secrets Sorcerer’s
Beyonder characteristic? The previous one corresponds to a
Bizarro Sorcerer… Indeed, Secrets Sorcerer and Bizarro
Sorcerer are only names of potions. They aren’t just referring
to humans. It’s the same with the title of demigods. Unless the
term half-man is added to the title… Verdu has a deep
understanding of his pathway, allowing him to understand the
current situation.
And this meant that the ritual to help Mr. Door escape could be
done by sacrificing demigod monsters of the Seer, Apprentice,
and Marauder pathways. Furthermore, there was no need for
Verdu to do it himself. The great God of War had already
prepared everything.
This made it difficult for Verdu to suppress the joy in his heart.
He looked at the Door of Sacrifice and Bestowment light with
great anticipation, waiting for the third sacrifice to be spat out.
In just a second, an object flew out from the darkness behind
the door and landed on the altar.
It was an unconscious crow. Of course, it only looked like a
crow. Its right eye had a ring of black, and its feathers were
almost transparent. On it were rings.
A monster corresponding to Parasite… Verdu was delighted as
he sincerely praised the great God of War.
…
Inside the corpse cathedral.
“You only have godhood left?” Klein asked in a low voice as
he looked at the huge cross in front of him.
He felt that using a certain identity or a particular persona to
revive definitely had problems. Even if the identity, the
persona, had a real body, real Beyonder characteristics, and a
certain level of self-awareness, it still wouldn’t be nearly
perfect.
And Adam’s behavior had deepened his suspicions.
Sitting beside him, Adam, who was dressed in a simple white
robe, didn’t show any change in expression. “He” maintained
“His” composure when preaching.
“Yes.
“I’ll only be complete if I fuse with ‘True.’”
Indeed… Klein sighed and said, “Although the True Creator is
an embodiment of negative personalities and extreme
emotions, ‘He’ has also inherited your humanity?”
“That’s why ‘He’ went mad.” Adam appeared to be speaking
about a stranger.
Klein thought for a moment before interpreting the remaining
contents of the second Blasphemy Slate. He asked, “If the two
of you really fuse as one, who among you will take center
stage?”
“This is what we have been competing for after we
awakened,” Adam said as “He” released the hand holding the
silver cross pendant.
Therefore, you obtained the first Blasphemy Slate through
Amon, hoping to use it to gain control of the Chaos Sea and
gain the upper hand? Klein was enlightened as he nodded with
a frown.
“All of you seem to have a tacit understanding regarding this
matter. The True Creator has never made an issue out of your
identity or used external forces to deal with you.”
“This is between us,” Adam replied calmly.
Klein fell silent for a few seconds before staring at the
Blasphemy Slate.
“I have a nagging feeling that the Red Angel’s death and many
of the things that happened during the Fourth Epoch weren’t
that simple.”
Klein kept asking and probing. Apart from trying to
understand more secrets and gain more knowledge, he was
stalling for time and maintaining their present interaction.
Compared to being hypnotized by Adam and turning muddle-
headed, or sleeping directly, he wished to stay awake.
With this in mind, Klein lowered his head to look at the blood-
stained wooden stake embedded in his chest. He felt that the
pain it brought was so real.
“Why do you say that?” Adam asked in return, as if “He”
would begin praying at any moment.
Klein deliberated over his words and said, “Before the Black
Emperor returned, the Solomon Empire only had one true god,
the True Creator, and the Red Priest’s Uniqueness. The nobles
and powers who supported Alista Tudor occupied the four
Uniquenesses of Visionary, Door, Error, The Fool. Together,
even adding on the King of Angels Ouroboros, ‘They’
wouldn’t be able to fend off the six orthodox deities like
Evernight and company. Furthermore, ‘They’ still had the
Justiciar Uniqueness on hand…
“In such a situation, even if you didn’t plan on scheming to
target the Red Angel, no one will suspect you. Of course, a
crazy Blood Emperor might be more useful to you.”
Adam’s gaze remained unchanged as “He” stared at the huge
cross.
“You don’t understand because you don’t know enough.
“In the Fourth Epoch, apart from the three great empires and
the true deities and Kings of Angels behind them, there were
also the Demoness Sect and the Moses Ascetic Order. There
was also the Abyss’s infiltration and secretly developed
Artisans, as well as the Southern Continent’s Balam.
“And that wasn’t all. In addition, there were many crucial
factors at stake.”
Klein nodded thoughtfully and said, “For example, the conflict
between the six deities?”
Adam smiled warmly and said, “More than that.”
Without waiting for Klein to ask further, Adam added calmly,
“You should have been to Bansy.”
Klein’s heart stirred as he opened his mouth but didn’t say a
word.
Adam continued, “In addition, after I perished, the invasion on
reality by the Outer Deities clearly deepened.”
…
In the ancient palace above the fog.
Due to the lack of response to the prayer light representing
Bernadette, it kept expanding and contracting, emitting
rippling halos.
This provoked the vortex formed by the transparent maggots.
It frantically flailed its slippery tentacles and lashed towards
that direction.
After repeated misses, one of the tentacles touched the correct
prayer light.
Chapter 1349 - Door

Chapter 1349 Door

After Bernadette received no response, she held the Magic

Wishing Lamp and walked to the window in the captain’s
cabin to take in the deep blue sea.
She wasn’t impatient, nor did she attempt to use her powers of
prophecy, patiently waiting for any further developments.
After a few minutes, a grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in
front of her eyes.
Right on the heels of that, the fog was dyed golden, as though
it was coated with a layer of sticky syrup.
Bernadette immediately bowed her head and looked at the
Magic Wishing Lamp in her hand. She saw that the wick at the
mouth of the lamp had automatically ignited itself.
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, beside The Fool’s
chair, the prayer light, which was the size of a human head,
was instantly occupied by a distorted, blurry golden figure.
The figure’s gaze penetrated the prayer light and penetrated
the grayish-white fog, looking at the “maggot vortex” that was
attempting to destroy everything around it.
“His” voice immediately reverberated within Sefirah Castle,
dignified and grand:
“You actually lost control?”
The tone of Genie was clearly mocking; “He” didn’t care
whether the crazy Worms of Spirit could understand “Him.”
At this moment, a strange door of light formed from countless
balls of light appeared above the chair of The Fool that had
already collapsed.
It was faintly discernible and emitted a bright light, forming a
complicated symbol in midair.
This symbol originally existed behind The Fool’s chair,
formed from the Pupil-less Eye and the Contorted Lines.
As the symbol took form, the strange light became fainter and
eventually completely fused into this space.
In the next second, Klein’s voice came from the symbol
representing The Fool:
“Genie, I want to make a deal with you.”
The blurry and distorted figure immediately laughed.
“Haha, I said that you would eventually agree.”
After laughing for a few seconds, Genie calmed down and
said, “I was just wondering how is it possible for the new
owner of Sefirah Castle to so easily lose control.”
“This was a preparation I made for the worst-case scenario.”
The voice in the symbol of The Fool wasn’t impatient at all.
Genie laughed and said, “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll raise the
price at the last minute?”
Klein replied unhurriedly, “This is just one of my preparations,
but for you, it might be the only chance for many years.”
Genie’s light-gold figure swayed as though it had been blown
by a gust of wind as a grand voice sounded:
“My condition is the same as before. As long as you can
remove the seal and release me, I will take what belongs to me
back to the cosmos. I will leave the rest to you and grant you
three wishes.
“Of course, from the looks of it, you seem to need my advance
payment.”
Klein’s voice sounded again from the symbol of The Fool:
“The promise I’ll give you is to send the Magic Wishing Lamp
into the cosmos before the end of 1368 in this epoch Age. As
for how you get out of your predicament, that is your own
problem. My request is even simpler, and I only need two
wishes.
“This is the deal I’m talking about. Whether you agree with it
is up to you.”
1368 was the year when the Oldest One’s barrier disappeared.
It was acknowledged by the world’s prophets as the
apocalypse.
The blurry and distorted figure fell silent for a few seconds
before saying, “If you don’t remove the seal, the wishes I can
grant will be very limited. Once it exceeds a certain level, it
will be granted in an extremely twisted fashion.”
Inside the symbol of The Fool that was cast with a brilliant
light, Klein’s calm voice sounded:
“You can fulfill the two wishes I need now.”
Genie fell silent again and didn’t speak for a long time.
…
Bayam, inside the primitive forest.
Verdu, who was burning up both internally and externally,
didn’t waste any time. According to the God of War’s
instructions, he modified the altar and engraved the correct
symbols, magic labels, and strange patterns.
He was originally worried that the three demigod monsters
would suddenly wake up, but when the ritual was ready, the
sacrificial items remained unconscious, unable to resist.
After placing the squirming meat blob, the deformed star bird,
and the white raven with a dark eye circle onto the right spot,
Verdu looked at the only candle on the altar and lit it.
Then, he took a few steps back and chanted solemnly in Jotun,
“Great Door of All Doors;
“Guide of the endless cosmos;
“Key to all mysterious worlds.”
“I pray for your response, praying for you to descend into this
world…”
Before he could finish his sentence, three loud bangs sounded
from the altar.
The three demigod monsters that corresponded to Bizarro
Sorcerer, Secrets Sorcerer, and Parasite seemed to be being
held by an invisible hand. They only struggled slightly before
exploding, turning into blobs of flesh and blood that
shimmered with different colors.
The flesh and blood seemed to have a life of its own. Under
the guidance of some indescribable force, they gathered in the
air, forming strange and filthy symbols.
Countless symbols combined together, forming a huge door
that was still squirming like flesh and blood, one that was
more than five meters tall.
The door stood on the altar. It was pitch black inside, and it
was unknown where it went.
Flames from the candle representing Mr. Door suddenly
soared, illuminating the entire Door of Flesh and Blood,
illuminating the darkness within.
In the darkness, there were tiny balls of stellar light
condensing into spherical lights. On closer inspection, they
looked like strange insects with bent bodies.
The spherical light rapidly rose, forming a gigantic arm that
passed through the Doors of Flesh and Blood.
This arm, which clearly didn’t belong to a human, pressed
against the altar and forcefully squeezed out, causing the entire
Door of Blood and Flesh to shake. Even the forest and the
entire island began to shake as though it was an earthquake.
Verdu watched this scene happily, and his vision suddenly
blurred.
Pa!
Something fell from his face into the bushes.
Verdu subconsciously lowered his head and saw an eye with
bulging blood vessels rolling around.
Pa, Pa, Pa. His nose, ears, and remaining eye, as well as his
muscles, plopped to the ground one after another, each seeping
with a stellar radiance.
Thump!
His body collapsed as his flesh and blood completely
collapsed.
At that moment, the arm finally squeezed through the Door of
Flesh and Blood and attempted to pull out the rest of its body.
Boom!
In the darkness behind the door, thick lightning bolts formed a
storm and descended, but they were swallowed by the sudden
appearance of a blood-colored tide.
Finally, a gigantic figure formed from pure spherical lights
passed through the Door of Flesh and Blood.
In the next second, the spherical light began to collapse and
fold, as though they were going to undergo a qualitative
change. Following that, dark cracks appeared out of the void
in the surrounding forest.
These cracks directly engulfed the different parts of the trees,
turning them into strange shapes.
At the same time, a hurricane from unknown origins blew out
from a crack and swept in all directions. The entire Blue
Mountain Island that Bayam was on trembled as though it was
about to sink.
Inside the Cathedral of Waves, Alger Wilson, who was vexed
over failing to monitor Verdu after he “Teleported,” suddenly
heard the sounds of doors opening.
Every door in the city was opened automatically at this
moment.
This… Alger turned his head and looked into the forest
outside the city that seemed to be the source of the anomaly.
Thud!
The moment the door opened, Derrick, who had been woken
up by the earthquake, frowned.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
In the cities like Backlund, Trier, and St. Millom, all things
that could be called doors opened.
…
Above the gray fog, in the half-collapsed ancient palace, the
crazy maggot vortex instinctively attacked the light-gold
figure and The Fool symbol, but nothing came out of it.
After nearly a minute, Genie suddenly chuckled.
“You really aren’t ‘Him.’ Otherwise, I’d have distorted the
promise you made just now and made ‘His’ seal be removed
automatically.”
“This effect can only be achieved by twisting the original
owner’s words? You previously used this method to realize
that I’m not the Lord of the Mysteries?” Klein’s voice sounded
from the symbol of The Fool.
Genie scoffed and said, “I have at least ten ways to verify that
it’s ‘Him.’”
Without waiting for Klein’s reply, the pale-gold figure smiled
and said, “You don’t seem like you can maintain this state for
too long. Alright, the deal has been made. After I complete
your two wishes, you must send the Magic Wishing Lamp into
the cosmos before 1368 of this epoch.”
Genie’s voice gradually turned solemn, as if “He” was
proclaiming a law.
At that moment, “He” seemed to have established a particular
rule based on this deal. There was no need to worry that Klein
would go back on his word in the future.
“If you can’t fulfill this promise, even if you become the Lord
of the Mysteries, you will perish and split,” warned the Genie
as he asked, “Tell me your two wishes. Take note. Don’t
involve higher-level Beyonder characteristics, and don’t
exceed the limit of my present powers. Otherwise, the wish
will be granted in a distorted way. This is a rule that has been
set. I can’t violate it now.”
In the symbol of The Fool that was outlined by the bright light,
Klein’s voice calmly said, “The first wish: The two wishes that
Bernadette Gustav previously made are to be brought under
my name. This should be very simple for you.”
Genie immediately said with a smile, “Indeed, you want to
make use of the terrible outcome from making a third wish to
deal with your current predicament. Not bad, this is something
that stems from my level. I will satisfy your wish and let you
die in pain.”
Klein’s voice sounded again:
“The second wish: Let my Utopia give rise to a corresponding
region in the spirit world. This doesn’t involve the
advancement of a Sequence, nor does it have anything to do
with higher-level Beyonder characteristics. You can definitely
do it.”
Genie’s light-gold figure wavered before “He” said with a
smile, “Your wish will be granted.”
…
Inside the corpse cathedral.
Klein touched the bloody wooden stake on his chest, as though
he was considering how to get it out.
During this process, he casually asked Adam, “You didn’t
attempt to become a god in the Fourth Epoch because you
didn’t obtain 0-08?”
“It was one factor. More importantly, there were still many
latent dangers that haven’t been resolved at that time.” Adam
looked at the huge cross in front of “Him” with a warm gaze.
Klein turned his head to the side and looked at the Visionary
and said, “For example, during that period, the remnant will of
the Primordial One was still very strong…”
Before he finished his sentence, a large amount of bright-red
blood flowed down Klein’s head.
However, the corner of his lips curled up slightly.
Chapter 1350 - Wish

Chapter 1350 Wish

Adam turned “His” head and looked at Klein. “His” limpid,

light-colored eyes reflected the face that was stained with
blood.
“His” expression remained unchanged, and there was a hint of
pity in its warmth. It was as if a god was looking down upon
the world.
Klein smiled at “Him” as his head cracked apart.
This trend on his body caused him to collapse into a pool of
blood.
In the pool of blood were his clothing, the blood-soaked stake,
and an ancient mirror.
In the corpse cathedral, in the divine kingdom of Visionary
Adam, Klein had died a strange death.
Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, looked at the scene
before “Him” with gentleness and calmness. It was unknown
if “He” had expected it or if “He” had avoided having any
emotions.
In the ancient palace above the fog.
That crazy maggot vortex instantly stopped as they broke apart
into numerous frozen, dead Worms of Spirit.
In the next second, these Worms of Spirit turned illusory as
they became stained with grayish-white as though they had
fused into the fog of history.
Then, they came back to life. As they shimmered with a dark
glow, they gathered together.
In just a few seconds, the Worms of Spirit reassembled into a
figure. It was Klein Moretti, who had black hair, brown eyes,
and a formal suit.
With the return of the owner of Sefirah Castle, the destroyed
mottled table and the twenty-two high-back chairs rapidly
restored to normal. The junk scattered all over the floor was
piled up again.
Klein picked up the Staff of the Stars embedded with various
gems and sat on the seat belonging to The Fool.
The entire space above the gray fog quaked as boundless and
mighty invisible forces surged out.
Klein immediately nodded at the golden figure that occupied
Bernadette’s prayer.
“I will fulfill my promise.”
Genie laughed and said, “It looks like you haven’t inherited
‘His’ cunningness and shamelessness. Very good.”
As soon as “He” said that, the blurry and distorted golden
figure rapidly receded, no longer projecting itself on
Bernadette’s prayer light.
“Well done.” As Klein separated a Worm of Spirit to respond
to Queen Mystic’s prayers, he lowered his head and made a
wish to himself. “I wish to be restored to how I was like before
tonight.”
When his main body died, he had only taken away the core
portion of the Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic,
leaving behind the remains in Adam’s corpse cathedral. He
was unable to retrieve them.
Of course, Klein still had a large portion of the characteristics
in the Worms of Spirit in his body above the gray fog and the
remaining marionettes in Utopia. Zaratul didn’t need any
additional Beyonder characteristics, nor did “He” want them to
end up affecting “His” condition. Therefore, “He” didn’t
directly use the law of convergence of Beyonder
characteristics to suck all the characteristics of the same
pathway in Utopia. “He” collected them using a different
method which was relatively slow and would require a certain
amount of time.
After making this wish, Klein summoned the “curtain,” draped
it behind him, and snapped his fingers.
Inside the junk pile, the Seer pathway’s Sequence 9 and 3
Beyonder characteristics that were separated from the
“curtain” previously floated up at the same time, transforming
into pure light dots that drilled into Klein’s body.
His condition instantly returned to the time when he was
almost done digesting the Miracle Invoker potion. Apart from
the lack of a physical body, he was no different from when he
was attacked.
Right on the heels of that, Klein cast his gaze at Utopia, which
was closely connected to him.
…
Inside Utopia, the hooded, black-robed Zaratul, whose face
was covered in white whiskers, stood on the roof of Saint
Arianna Cathedral. Beside him were Roselle Gustav’s,
William Augustus’s, and Abomination Suah’s historical
projection. “They” patiently waited for the door to the corpse
cathedral to open and for Gehrman Sparrow to walk out.
He controlled some of “His” marionettes, dealing with a few
of the mutated Utopian marionettes, leaving the remaining
portion of marionettes which remained normal to the end.
At that moment, dense, illusory Spirit Body Threads suddenly
floated up from the rigid Utopian marionettes into an infinitely
high height away.
They instantly came to life and turned around, looking at
Zaratul and “His” historical projections.
The pairs of eyes sparkled in the darkness.
At the same time, a huge shadow descended from the faint
grayish-white fog, enveloping the entirety of Utopia.
Zaratul and “His” historical projections instinctively raised
“Their” heads and looked up at the sky that suffused a faint
gray fog.
“Sealing is prohibited here.” In the next second, William
Augustine’s historical projection raised the sword in “His”
right hand and solemnly made an announcement.
The shadow that enveloped Utopia immediately shook as
many gaps appeared. It was unable to completely isolate the
marionette town from the outside world.
Roselle Gustav’s historical projection immediately
transformed into a torrent of information that surged towards
Klein’s remaining marionettes in an attempt to interfere with
their movements. As for the historical projection of
Abomination Suah, it attacked the shadow that appeared like a
curtain in a bid to expand the corresponding gaps.
Zaratul extended “His” hand and “Grafted” the void in front of
“Him” to another island in the Berserk Sea that “He” had
previously fixed.
Following that, as long as “He” took a step forward, “He”
would be able to leave Utopia.
At that moment, Klein’s marionettes snatched the opportunity
before the torrent of information entered their Spirit Bodies.
At the same time, they opened their mouths and chanted in
Jotun, “Leodero!”
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, with the remnant divine
powers of a Tyrant, Klein could directly trigger the power of a
deity based on this name alone, but that wasn’t the case in the
outside world. As for whether or not “He” wanted to punish
the fellow for calling out “His” true name, it was decided by
the Lord of Storms.
Klein had his marionettes recite the honorific name at the
same time only to get the Lord of Storms to cast “His” gaze
over.
As one of the members of the five pathways of Omnipotence
and Omniscience, the Lord of Storms was probably one of the
true deities that didn’t wish for Adam’s plot to succeed. If
Amon became the Lord of the Mysteries, the King of Space-
Time, this Tyrant would be in a very dangerous situation. “He”
would have to constantly worry that the son of the Creator
would deal with “Him” and help Adam or the True Creator to
ascend to the position of the Lord of the Astral World.
Therefore, compared to the Evernight Goddess and Earth
Mother, Lord of Storms, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of
Knowledge and Wisdom were probably the existences who
didn’t wish to see Adam and Amon succeed.
If there was a chance, Klein planned on getting his marionettes
to continue shouting “Aucuses” and “Herabergen”!
Utopia’s surroundings instantly turned gloomy, as if it
contained the indescribable wrath of nature.
Before Zaratul could take that step, the night sky instantly
produced different colors of lightning. They bared their fangs
and brandished their claws as they wantonly expanded. They
seemed to envelop the entire sky in a sea of lightning.
Boom! Boom! Before the deafening sounds could be heard,
the lightning blasted like a torrential rain at Utopia.
…
The Rorsted Archipelago, New City of Silver, the top of the
spire.
Derrick Berg, who was looking at the source of the
earthquake, heard the sound of doors and windows opening at
the same time. Furthermore, it repeated thousands of times.
Although it didn’t bring him any direct danger, the bizarre
change still made Derrick very wary.
With some hesitation, he prepared to seek out the current
Chief, Waite Chirmont, and suggest using the god-level Sealed
Artifact, Proof of Glory. He wanted to first protect the New
City of Silver and the nearby New Moon City. Then, he
decided to pray to Mr. Fool based on the progress of the
anomaly.
Just as he turned around and walked to the door, Waite
Chirmont, who had a dark-blue symbol engraved on his head,
walked out from the corridor’s light. He said in a deep voice,
“The seal underground has failed.”
The seal has failed… Derrick instinctively believed that it had
something to do with the anomaly in Blue Mountain Island.
Compared to doors and windows opening, the consequences of
the seal’s failure were extremely terrifying!
“Immediately use the Proof of Glory!” Derrick said without
hesitation.
This was a god-level Sealed Artifact that could be used for a
short period of time. It had once helped the City of Silver avert
repeated disasters in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, allowing
them to persist until the present era and obtain salvation.
Derrick’s thoughts were very clear. He was using the Proof of
Glory to suppress the other god-level Sealed Artifact—Gift of
the Land. The suppression effect would soon affect the saint-
level Sealed Artifacts that would have negative effects on the
surroundings.
Waite Chirmont didn’t say anything else. He immediately
made up his mind and brought Derrick underground using the
light as concealment.
Proof of Glory required at least two saints before it could be
utilized. This was also the reason why Waite Chirmont didn’t
immediately head underground and came to find Derrick first.
Of course, if he wanted to make use of it simply, there were
tricks to do so, but he had to be prepared in advance to brand
the corresponding mark on his body.
…
Bayam, Cathedral of Waves.
A bolt of lightning shot into Alger Wilson’s room, turning into
a hurried voice.
“Your Eminence, most of the underground seals have failed!
Only certain items remain in a balanced state thanks to their
effects!”
Alger’s brows twitched as he combined it with the phenomena
of opening doors and windows in Bayam City happening at
the same time. He sensed that something was amiss.
He immediately said to the void, “All of you immediately
form groups of three. Take out the Grade 2 and 3 Sealed
Artifacts that won’t cause immediate danger, or those with
living characteristics from underground to prevent any chain
reactions.”
This way, the underground area would become uninhabited.
The dangerous Sealed Artifacts wouldn’t be able to cause
casualties within a short period of time.
With the passage of time, when the anomaly of the seals losing
their effects passed, the Mandated Punishers would have the
time to deal with the items.
However, the premise was that they hadn’t lost control of the
three Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts.
Once there was a problem with them, the negative effects
would soon affect the entirety of Bayam.
However, with the seal no longer working, it was very difficult
for the three items to remain without problems.
The first thought that flashed through Alger’s mind was to
bring along the one whose negative effects had the greatest
range. Then, using his own powers to make temporary
restrictions, he would fly to the sea and away from Bayam.
This wasn’t too dangerous for him for a short period of time.
After all, he was a demigod. The biggest problem was that the
remaining two Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts would undoubtedly
cause serious damage to Bayam.
At least I did my best… Alger felt that this method was safe
and could handle the subsequent investigations from the
Church of the Lord of Storms. It was pretty good.
His gaze subconsciously looked out of the window. It
corresponded to the few schools and the workhouses near the
cathedral.
Alger retracted his gaze and fell silent for two seconds before
sighing. He continued, “Leave the rest to me.”
His words transformed into electric waves that transformed
into silver lightning that flew underground.
Chapter 1351 - Seizing The Opportunity

Chapter 1351 Seizing The Opportunity

While transmitting information to the Mandated Punishers,

Alger quickly came up with a plan in his mind:
He was to immediately pray to the Lord of Storms, hoping to
obtain the Lord’s blessings or help. Then, he would
immediately rush underground and use his Beyonder powers
to forcefully suppress the three Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts inside
Azure Gate.
During this process, if the Lord of Storms responded to his
prayers, or if the abnormality regarding the seal’s ended in
time, there was naturally no need for him to consider any other
response. However, if neither of the two outcomes occurred,
and he began to find it difficult to handle the situation, then he
would seek Mr. Fool’s help.
To Alger, once he had to do so, no matter what method he used
or how he concealed it, it would be difficult for him to escape
the fate of being suspected. After all, it was unbelievable for a
single person to suppress three Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts
single-handedly.
When the time came, his only option was to immediately
abandon his post after the abnormality ended or the seal began
working again. His departure would waste all his years of
diligence and hard work, causing him to lose his post as
cardinal which he had painstakingly obtained.
However, compared to his own life, this was a price he was
willing to pay.
As for the consequences resulting in him almost not having
any chance of obtaining the Book of Calamity, Alger didn’t
care about it at the moment. He was still a great distance from
considering such problems. Of course, as a demigod of the
Church of Storms and a cardinal, he believed that he was
definitely under the watch of the Lord of Storms. After
abandoning his job and escaping, he needed the protection of
other existences to survive. Otherwise, his outcome would be
unimaginable.
And regarding this matter, he could only rely on Mr. Fool.
Taking a deep breath, Alger quickly chanted.
“The King ruling over the Skies, the Emperor who controls the
Seas, the Great God of Storms, I pray for your watch and pray
for your blessings.”
After chanting, Alger reached out with his hand, bringing with
him a hurricane as he flew underground.
About ten seconds later, outside the Cathedral of Waves, there
was a tidal wave that surged into the air.
The blue sea water poured down, enveloping the cathedral in a
thick barrier.
Inside the barrier, silver bolts of lightning flashed as they
drilled underground.
…
Rumble!
The lightning struck down like torrential rain, illuminating all
of Utopia, illuminating more than half of the Berserk Sea.
At that moment, a pitch-black cathedral with many embedded
skulls appeared in midair.
It was situated above Zaratul, and drew all the surrounding
lightning towards it, causing bolts of lightning to snake across
the countless white skulls, causing the stained glass to reflect a
bright light.
Rumble!
In the places Adam’s corpse cathedral couldn’t shelter,
Zaratul’s marionettes, Abomination Suah’s historical
projection, as well as Klein’s marionettes, were instantly
obliterated by the tempestuous lightning. Then, they either
vanished or were reduced to tiny marks.
Even Roselle Gustav’s historical projection that had turned
into a flux of information wasn’t spared. A strong
electromagnetic hurricane wreaked havoc in this city,
destroying all information structures.
Taking advantage of the moment the Visionary was fending
off the Tyrant, Zaratul took a step forward and entered the void
ahead.
And this void was connected to another island—one “He” had
previously set in the Berserk Sea—using “His” Beyonder
powers of an Attendant of Mysteries. The distance between
the two was reduced to zero.
The black-robed, hooded Zaratul quickly vanished into the
void illuminated by lightning. But in the next second, “He”
didn’t appear on the distant island, but above the Irises Hotel
in Utopia.
Just a moment ago, when Zaratul was stunned by the might of
the storm, Klein, who was in Sefirah Castle, took the
opportunity to use the “curtain” that was draped over his body
and used the power of the sefirah to forcefully “Graft” the void
in front of his target to the Irises Hotel. He had secretly
changed Zaratul’s key arrangement.
This was the suppression effect of a King of Angels against a
Sequence 1 angel of the same pathway.
Rumble!
The ceaseless lightning smote down, enveloping Zaratul, who
had long and white whiskers on “His” face.
Zaratul’s pitch-black eyes didn’t show any change in
expression. “His” body rapidly faded and disappeared in the
bolts of lightning.
“He” had only come in the form of a Historical Void
projection.
“His” true body was hiding in a particular fragment in the fog
of history.
Sitting in The Fool’s chair, Klein immediately cast his gaze at
the grayish-white fog below him, as well as the countless spots
of light in the fog.
He was temporarily unable to find Zaratul because the latter
definitely used a secret fragment of history that only “He” or a
very small number of existences knew. However, being unable
to find “Him” didn’t mean that Klein could only watch and
patiently wait until Zaratul reached “His” limits and was
unable to stay in the fog of history. As the owner of Sefirah
Castle and an existence with the level of a King of Angels,
Klein’s preliminary control of the sefirah was already enough
to complete many things.
In the next second, Klein opened the box and summoned The
Fool card, accommodating it inside his body.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into The Fool who wore
colorful clothes and a gorgeous headdress. He exuded a deep,
terrifying aura, as well as a somewhat ridiculous feeling. The
entire Sefirah Castle began to shake gently.
Tak!
The Fool Klein held the end of the Staff of the Stars in his
right hand and struck the edge of the long mottled table.
In the real world, grayish-white fog appeared, one that had a
faintly-visible ancient palace situated high above.
In the ancient and majestic palace, a strange light formed from
countless spherical lights quickly outlined itself, emitting an
invisible and terrifying suction force.
The fog of history instantly boiled as Zaratul’s figure quickly
appeared in a spot where Klein hadn’t lit up. “He” was hoisted
up without being able to stop it.
Law of Beyonder characteristics convergence!
With the help of Sefirah Castle, Klein projected the
convergence power of Beyonder characteristics into the fog of
history!
At this moment, Zaratul’s black-robed and hooded figure
collapsed and became a pale paper figurine.
“His” true body appeared on another island in the Berserk Sea.
“He” quickly used the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder
powers to connect the convergence inclination effect to
various paper figurines.
Seizing the opportunity given to “Him” by the paper figurines,
Zaratul quickly made a wish:
“I wish for my Beyonder characteristic to temporarily calm
down.”
Just as “He” finished speaking and pressed “His” palms
together, “He” had already caught sight of “His” fulfilled
wish. This allowed “Him” to escape the suction force from
Sefirah Castle, The Fool card, and the Attendant of Mysteries
Beyonder characteristic collective.
At the same time, “He” took a step back and accurately
stepped on a milky-white rock.
The stone had long been connected to somewhere else by
“Him,” and had been solidified in some form.
As Zaratul stepped down, “His” figure instantly vanished. It
was unknown where “He” had gone, but the stone seemed to
experience extreme weathering as it disintegrated.
The Fool Klein cast his gaze down from an infinite height and
scanned his surroundings, but he couldn’t find Zaratul.
This meant that the other party had left his line of sight.
Without any hesitation, Klein immediately placed his focus on
something else.
He had already made all the gems on the Staff of the Stars
light up as he simulated the Marauder pathway’s ability to
deceive rules. He changed the location of his body’s revival to
a marionette that wasn’t in Utopia.
Previously, a few residents of Utopia had gone to other cities
for various reasons. By going there, they would further deepen
their relationship with the real world. Klein had chosen a
travel enthusiast. He was now in a particular mountain range.
As the second half of his “resurrection” was carried out, Klein
took out The Fool card. He summoned the nine unique spirit
world specialties he had prepared previously and placed them
together with the “curtain.”
Right on the heels of that, he used the Staff of the Stars to
activate the power of Sefirah Castle and once again simulated
the powers of the Marauder pathway’s ability to deceive the
rules, allowing the nine spirit world specialties and that
“curtain” to “become” a part of his body.
In the next second, countless fragments of light appeared
around the marionette that was halfway up the mountain.
And inside the marionette’s body, a Worm of Spirit flew out. It
kept fracturing and fused with the fragments of light.
Soon, the fragments of light condensed into a ball of light as it
solidified into Klein’s figure.
Just as Klein’s figure finished outlining, he turned into
transparent maggots that scattered in all directions, allowing
the “curtain” and the nine spirit world specialties to drop to the
ground.
Then, the Worms of Spirit completed the reassembly process,
and part of them turned into a half top hat, a shirt, a vest, a
formal suit, and trousers.
Klein didn’t waste any time. He immediately grabbed the
“curtain” and the specialties of the spirit world and began to
carefully concoct the potion.
To him, this was the best time to advance to Attendant of
Mysteries.
On the one hand, the effects of the ritual had been completed
with the help of the Genie. This wouldn’t last long, and it
would gradually disappear. On the other hand, Adam, who was
most likely to destroy his ritual, was being suppressed by the
Lord of Storms and had no time to interfere.
If he were to consume the potion and advance to Sequence 1 at
any other time, Klein was really worried that Visionary Adam
would make use of the sea of collective subconscious to inject
a negative emotion into him at a critical moment. That way,
losing control was inevitable.
The reason why he had called Leodero wasn’t to deal with
Zaratul, but to hold back the true god, Adam!
During the Attendant of Mysteries ritual, there was no way to
use the power of Sefirah Castle to produce a nascent form of a
divine kingdom in advance, isolating Klein from the outside
world. This would result in the ritual being unable to establish
a connection with the corresponding region in the spirit world,
resulting in failure.
In less than ten seconds, a potion that was as dark as the night
sea appeared in Klein’s palm. At the same time, the figure left
in Sefirah Castle snapped his fingers, granting the small
number of wishes accumulated in the prayer lights and the
crimson stars, allowing him to digest the last bit of his Miracle
Invoker potion.
The figure inside Sefirah Castle immediately faded away,
allowing Klein’s body to become complete so that he could
consume the potion in his best condition.
As the lightning lit up the sea once again, Klein raised his right
hand and brought the bottle that came from his marionette to
his mouth. He gulped down the potion that was as light as air.

Chapter 1351 Seizing The Opportunity

While transmitting information to the Mandated Punishers,

Alger quickly came up with a plan in his mind:
He was to immediately pray to the Lord of Storms, hoping to
obtain the Lord’s blessings or help. Then, he would
immediately rush underground and use his Beyonder powers
to forcefully suppress the three Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts inside
Azure Gate.
During this process, if the Lord of Storms responded to his
prayers, or if the abnormality regarding the seal’s ended in
time, there was naturally no need for him to consider any other
response. However, if neither of the two outcomes occurred,
and he began to find it difficult to handle the situation, then he
would seek Mr. Fool’s help.
To Alger, once he had to do so, no matter what method he used
or how he concealed it, it would be difficult for him to escape
the fate of being suspected. After all, it was unbelievable for a
single person to suppress three Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts
single-handedly.
When the time came, his only option was to immediately
abandon his post after the abnormality ended or the seal began
working again. His departure would waste all his years of
diligence and hard work, causing him to lose his post as
cardinal which he had painstakingly obtained.
However, compared to his own life, this was a price he was
willing to pay.
As for the consequences resulting in him almost not having
any chance of obtaining the Book of Calamity, Alger didn’t
care about it at the moment. He was still a great distance from
considering such problems. Of course, as a demigod of the
Church of Storms and a cardinal, he believed that he was
definitely under the watch of the Lord of Storms. After
abandoning his job and escaping, he needed the protection of
other existences to survive. Otherwise, his outcome would be
unimaginable.
And regarding this matter, he could only rely on Mr. Fool.
Taking a deep breath, Alger quickly chanted.
“The King ruling over the Skies, the Emperor who controls the
Seas, the Great God of Storms, I pray for your watch and pray
for your blessings.”
After chanting, Alger reached out with his hand, bringing with
him a hurricane as he flew underground.
About ten seconds later, outside the Cathedral of Waves, there
was a tidal wave that surged into the air.
The blue sea water poured down, enveloping the cathedral in a
thick barrier.
Inside the barrier, silver bolts of lightning flashed as they
drilled underground.
…
Rumble!
The lightning struck down like torrential rain, illuminating all
of Utopia, illuminating more than half of the Berserk Sea.
At that moment, a pitch-black cathedral with many embedded
skulls appeared in midair.
It was situated above Zaratul, and drew all the surrounding
lightning towards it, causing bolts of lightning to snake across
the countless white skulls, causing the stained glass to reflect a
bright light.
Rumble!
In the places Adam’s corpse cathedral couldn’t shelter,
Zaratul’s marionettes, Abomination Suah’s historical
projection, as well as Klein’s marionettes, were instantly
obliterated by the tempestuous lightning. Then, they either
vanished or were reduced to tiny marks.
Even Roselle Gustav’s historical projection that had turned
into a flux of information wasn’t spared. A strong
electromagnetic hurricane wreaked havoc in this city,
destroying all information structures.
Taking advantage of the moment the Visionary was fending
off the Tyrant, Zaratul took a step forward and entered the void
ahead.
And this void was connected to another island—one “He” had
previously set in the Berserk Sea—using “His” Beyonder
powers of an Attendant of Mysteries. The distance between
the two was reduced to zero.
The black-robed, hooded Zaratul quickly vanished into the
void illuminated by lightning. But in the next second, “He”
didn’t appear on the distant island, but above the Irises Hotel
in Utopia.
Just a moment ago, when Zaratul was stunned by the might of
the storm, Klein, who was in Sefirah Castle, took the
opportunity to use the “curtain” that was draped over his body
and used the power of the sefirah to forcefully “Graft” the void
in front of his target to the Irises Hotel. He had secretly
changed Zaratul’s key arrangement.
This was the suppression effect of a King of Angels against a
Sequence 1 angel of the same pathway.
Rumble!
The ceaseless lightning smote down, enveloping Zaratul, who
had long and white whiskers on “His” face.
Zaratul’s pitch-black eyes didn’t show any change in
expression. “His” body rapidly faded and disappeared in the
bolts of lightning.
“He” had only come in the form of a Historical Void
projection.
“His” true body was hiding in a particular fragment in the fog
of history.
Sitting in The Fool’s chair, Klein immediately cast his gaze at
the grayish-white fog below him, as well as the countless spots
of light in the fog.
He was temporarily unable to find Zaratul because the latter
definitely used a secret fragment of history that only “He” or a
very small number of existences knew. However, being unable
to find “Him” didn’t mean that Klein could only watch and
patiently wait until Zaratul reached “His” limits and was
unable to stay in the fog of history. As the owner of Sefirah
Castle and an existence with the level of a King of Angels,
Klein’s preliminary control of the sefirah was already enough
to complete many things.
In the next second, Klein opened the box and summoned The
Fool card, accommodating it inside his body.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into The Fool who wore
colorful clothes and a gorgeous headdress. He exuded a deep,
terrifying aura, as well as a somewhat ridiculous feeling. The
entire Sefirah Castle began to shake gently.
Tak!
The Fool Klein held the end of the Staff of the Stars in his
right hand and struck the edge of the long mottled table.
In the real world, grayish-white fog appeared, one that had a
faintly-visible ancient palace situated high above.
In the ancient and majestic palace, a strange light formed from
countless spherical lights quickly outlined itself, emitting an
invisible and terrifying suction force.
The fog of history instantly boiled as Zaratul’s figure quickly
appeared in a spot where Klein hadn’t lit up. “He” was hoisted
up without being able to stop it.
Law of Beyonder characteristics convergence!
With the help of Sefirah Castle, Klein projected the
convergence power of Beyonder characteristics into the fog of
history!
At this moment, Zaratul’s black-robed and hooded figure
collapsed and became a pale paper figurine.
“His” true body appeared on another island in the Berserk Sea.
“He” quickly used the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder
powers to connect the convergence inclination effect to
various paper figurines.
Seizing the opportunity given to “Him” by the paper figurines,
Zaratul quickly made a wish:
“I wish for my Beyonder characteristic to temporarily calm
down.”
Just as “He” finished speaking and pressed “His” palms
together, “He” had already caught sight of “His” fulfilled
wish. This allowed “Him” to escape the suction force from
Sefirah Castle, The Fool card, and the Attendant of Mysteries
Beyonder characteristic collective.
At the same time, “He” took a step back and accurately
stepped on a milky-white rock.
The stone had long been connected to somewhere else by
“Him,” and had been solidified in some form.
As Zaratul stepped down, “His” figure instantly vanished. It
was unknown where “He” had gone, but the stone seemed to
experience extreme weathering as it disintegrated.
The Fool Klein cast his gaze down from an infinite height and
scanned his surroundings, but he couldn’t find Zaratul.
This meant that the other party had left his line of sight.
Without any hesitation, Klein immediately placed his focus on
something else.
He had already made all the gems on the Staff of the Stars
light up as he simulated the Marauder pathway’s ability to
deceive rules. He changed the location of his body’s revival to
a marionette that wasn’t in Utopia.
Previously, a few residents of Utopia had gone to other cities
for various reasons. By going there, they would further deepen
their relationship with the real world. Klein had chosen a
travel enthusiast. He was now in a particular mountain range.
As the second half of his “resurrection” was carried out, Klein
took out The Fool card. He summoned the nine unique spirit
world specialties he had prepared previously and placed them
together with the “curtain.”
Right on the heels of that, he used the Staff of the Stars to
activate the power of Sefirah Castle and once again simulated
the powers of the Marauder pathway’s ability to deceive the
rules, allowing the nine spirit world specialties and that
“curtain” to “become” a part of his body.
In the next second, countless fragments of light appeared
around the marionette that was halfway up the mountain.
And inside the marionette’s body, a Worm of Spirit flew out. It
kept fracturing and fused with the fragments of light.
Soon, the fragments of light condensed into a ball of light as it
solidified into Klein’s figure.
Just as Klein’s figure finished outlining, he turned into
transparent maggots that scattered in all directions, allowing
the “curtain” and the nine spirit world specialties to drop to the
ground.
Then, the Worms of Spirit completed the reassembly process,
and part of them turned into a half top hat, a shirt, a vest, a
formal suit, and trousers.
Klein didn’t waste any time. He immediately grabbed the
“curtain” and the specialties of the spirit world and began to
carefully concoct the potion.
To him, this was the best time to advance to Attendant of
Mysteries.
On the one hand, the effects of the ritual had been completed
with the help of the Genie. This wouldn’t last long, and it
would gradually disappear. On the other hand, Adam, who was
most likely to destroy his ritual, was being suppressed by the
Lord of Storms and had no time to interfere.
If he were to consume the potion and advance to Sequence 1 at
any other time, Klein was really worried that Visionary Adam
would make use of the sea of collective subconscious to inject
a negative emotion into him at a critical moment. That way,
losing control was inevitable.
The reason why he had called Leodero wasn’t to deal with
Zaratul, but to hold back the true god, Adam!
During the Attendant of Mysteries ritual, there was no way to
use the power of Sefirah Castle to produce a nascent form of a
divine kingdom in advance, isolating Klein from the outside
world. This would result in the ritual being unable to establish
a connection with the corresponding region in the spirit world,
resulting in failure.
In less than ten seconds, a potion that was as dark as the night
sea appeared in Klein’s palm. At the same time, the figure left
in Sefirah Castle snapped his fingers, granting the small
number of wishes accumulated in the prayer lights and the
crimson stars, allowing him to digest the last bit of his Miracle
Invoker potion.
The figure inside Sefirah Castle immediately faded away,
allowing Klein’s body to become complete so that he could
consume the potion in his best condition.
As the lightning lit up the sea once again, Klein raised his right
hand and brought the bottle that came from his marionette to
his mouth. He gulped down the potion that was as light as air.
Chapter 1352 - Attendant of Mysteries

Chapter 1352 Attendant of Mysteries

As the Attendant of Mysteries potion entered his body, Klein

immediately felt a burgeoning feeling.
In the blink of an eye, he lost his perception of his body and
Worms of Spirit. He watched helplessly as they dissipated and
fused into the spirit world that couldn’t be described with
ordinary words or common sense. It was as though he was
about to disintegrate into abstract and random pieces of
information.
At that moment, Klein only barely maintained his
consciousness and had self-awareness.
Just like that, “he” floated in the spirit world filled with
countless strange figures. After losing the ability to sense his
body and Beyonder characteristics, he began to experience all
kinds of thoughts, information, knowledge, symbols, and
labels. He completely lost himself and was teetering on the
border of fusing with the spirit world.
If this continued, Klein would definitely be completely lost,
but at this moment, there was a connection between the spirit
world and his consciousness.
That place corresponded to a town. The people inside lived
ordinary lives. They had their own names, their stories, and
their fates. They intertwined with each other, bringing about
complete information in the spirit world, which was the
concept of abstractness.
This town was eventually destroyed by a calamity and buried
in the dust of history.
Klein dispersed like a mist, almost fusing into the spirit
world’s body. Under the guidance of fate, he fused with the
spirit world projection of the different Utopian marionettes,
allowing him to become corporeal again.
…
Bayam, deep underground in the Cathedral of Waves, in a
room that was no longer sealed.
Alger extended his hands and pressed down on the door in
front of him.
The surface of the door was blue in color, with numerous
mysterious and odd reliefs protruding out.
It was ajar, and there was no light behind the door. It was
unknown which world it was connected to.
The darkness seemed to have a life of its own. At this moment,
a stream of water silently surged out, eroding the surrounding
area.
Bang!
Alger’s feet exerted strength, causing the ground to crack and
spew out scarlet—nearly white—lava.
This was a “calamity” he had created. His goal was to prevent
the darkness from advancing.
However, after the surging lava entered the darkness, it
disappeared without a trace.
The darkness shrank back a little and paused for a second
before continuing its corrosion.
Boom!
Alger continuously created hurricanes, torrential rain, and
lightning calamities, blocking the darkness again and again.
He held the Azure Gate firmly with both hands, not letting it
open further.
If he were to only face this Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, Alger
would’ve been completely fine. He would even have the
capacity to attempt sealing it, but at that moment, he still had
two similarly dangerous items around him.
This forced him to sing loudly. He used the melody of death to
influence his surroundings and disrupt the operations of the
other Sealed Artifacts. Then, he built a wall formed from blue
seawater beside him.
However, the wall was slowly being dyed grayish-white, as if
it had been petrified.
Yet, the pandemonium didn’t yield as it extended towards
Alger’s body.
I can last for at most thirty seconds. The Lord of Storms hasn’t
responded the entire time… Thoughts raced through Alger’s
mind as he suppressed his unwillingness and reluctance. He
quickly made a decision.
Without any hesitation, he immediately accentuated a
hexagonal crystalline snowflake on his palm.
This was the mark left behind after he participated in the Tarot
Club for the first time. It could substitute the reciting of an
honorific name, and allow Mr. Fool to cast “His” gaze over.
…
Blue Mountain Island, within the primitive forest.
At the Door of Flesh and Blood, spherical lights collapsed and
converged in an attempt to undergo a qualitative change. They
seemed to form a body consisting of a series of doors. The
body wore the blood-colored tidal wave as its robe as its body
constantly warped and changed, reflecting different regions
and planets.
At this moment, a blinding ray of sunlight shone through the
darkness. It descended from the astral world and melted
everything it encountered along the way.
Other than this ray of sunlight, an inscrutable darkness of the
night surged over, attempting to devour Mr. Door Bethel
Abraham who was seeking to advance to Sequence 0.
The land where the altar was quaked violently, tearing open a
huge hole in a bid to devour the Door of Flesh and Blood and
Bethel Abraham to fall deep into the core and face the Chaos
Sea that contained all possible colors and possibilities.
Following that, a blurry light seeped out from the void and
enveloped the forest, attempting to restore the basic structure
of the trees, mud, and altar.
And at the only gap in the light, a pair of brass-colored eyes
emerged.
They stared at the Door of Flesh and Blood and Bethel
Abraham, hoping to reflect them into their eyes.
Mr. Door let out a low roar, causing his blood-colored robe to
flare up.
The robe connected to the evil tide that surged behind the
Door of Flesh and Blood, spreading out to the crimson
moonlight.
The moment it touched the moonlight, the inscrutable night
that could not be seen gathered on its own. It stretched out its
limbs and head, turning into a shadowy female human.
It possessed its own life, and its consciousness was no longer
controlled by its user.
Without any exception, the blinding sunlight transformed into
a young man wearing fiery armor. The shaking ground grew
eyes and closed its mouth. The screen that was transformed
from a faint light revealed terrifying facial features. Around
the brass-colored eyes, eyelashes emerged, transforming into
wings.
These obstructions and interferences fell into chaos, giving
Mr. Door a chance for a breather.
Seizing this opportunity, “He” entered the final step of
becoming a god.
At that moment, the Door of Flesh and Blood suddenly
collapsed and covered Mr. Door’s body, making “Him” seem
to turn into another person.
…
Klein’s body seemed to dissociate into countless people. They
had their own preferences, their personalities, their
determination, and their fates. They lived in a town known as
Utopia.
These people quickly lived their short lifespans, waking up
under the heavy storm. They came to their senses and realized
what their identity was in essence.
It was Zhou Mingrui, and also Klein Moretti. They were also
Sherlock Moriarty, Gehrman Sparrow, Dwayne Dantès, and
Merlin Hermes.
One thing could have many names, but its nature wouldn’t
change.
The “people” raised their heads and looked up into infinity
from the illusory city in the spirit world.
They saw the illusory and thin Spirit Body Threads, and they
saw a symbol made up of the Pupil-less Eye and the partially
Contorted Lines.
With the symbol as the core, Klein’s figure outlined itself, his
eyes tightly shut.
Worms of Spirit, bits of Beyonder characteristics, and bits of
his self-awareness flew out from the spirit world
corresponding to the Utopia area and towards Klein’s slightly
illusory body, allowing it to slowly become corporeal.
At this point, there was no clear boundary between Klein’s
Spirit Body and his physical body. They were both one and
separate, and also in a rather delicate state.
In other words, a Spirit Body could be equivalent to a body of
flesh and blood. His physical body could also fuse with his
Spirit Body. As long as Klein was willing, he could switch
between two states. Of course, he could also separate his
physical body from his Spirit Body. All of them had their
individual traits, and they could be decided based on a mere
thought.
Two seconds later, the reassembly process was completed.
Klein, who was floating in the depths of the spirit world,
opened his eyes. His pupils were dark, without any light.
He had already advanced to Sequence 1 and became an
Attendant of Mysteries.
Without a sound, a grayish-white fog appeared behind him.
Above the fog was an ancient palace. Inside the palace stood a
door that was stained bluish-black, formed from countless
spherical lights.
The door of light appeared rather clearly in the spirit world. It
separated out a rather blurry phantom and cast it at Klein’s
body.
As the phantom turned into a complicated symbol, it imprinted
itself between Klein’s brows. The entire spirit world and the
real world outside began to gently shake as though they had
encountered an earthquake from afar.
At that moment, Klein’s surroundings turned dark as illusory
stars appeared one after another. They surrounded the strange
door of light as though they wanted to lump together.
In these illusory stars, the largest two overlapped and
corresponded to an area in the real world.
The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth stars were located somewhere
else.
Through these illusory stars, Klein saw Mr. Door and Amon
on a particular island. He saw Antigonus in the dilapidated
palace inside the concealed world, and Zaratul who was hiding
somewhere unknown. He saw Pallez Zoroast in Leonard’s
body and Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar…
With the help of the changes caused by further deepening his
control over Sefirah Castle, Klein found the angels and Kings
of Angels corresponding to the three pathways of Mysteries.
Of course, such a “vision” only lasted for a few seconds. Once
Amon and Zaratul reacted and used the correct method to
conceal themselves, Klein would no longer be able to lock
onto “Their” true bodies.
Without any hesitation, Klein raised his right hand and
snapped his fingers.
The Staff of the Stars that was originally placed in Sefirah
Castle had appeared in his palm. He also split a portion of the
Worms of Spirit to let them enter Sefirah Castle to prevent any
abnormalities and respond to his believers.
After becoming an Attendant of Mysteries, Klein’s control
over Sefirah Castle deepened, allowing him to take out items
from inside at any time.
In the next second, the various gems on the Staff of the Stars
lit up as Klein’s figure vanished from the spirit world. He
instantly “Wandered” to a swamp and arrived in front of
Zaratul.
Dressed in a hood and a black robe, the white-bearded Zaratul
didn’t panic. “He” used “His” Attendant of Mysteries
Beyonder powers to make all kinds of connections as “He”
extended “His” left hand and grabbed into the void ahead.
…
Gradually, Alger’s body turned grayish-white, almost about to
petrify.
Could it be that Mr. Fool doesn’t favor me because of my
failure to monitor Verdu? He frowned slightly, wanting to give
up, but he stayed underground.
At that moment, a grayish-white fog appeared in front of him.
All the Sealed Artifacts fell silent.
…
After Mr. Door Bethel Abraham was enveloped by the Door of
Flesh and Blood, a familiar voice echoed in his ears:
“You wish to bring the disaster back to the real world?”
Bethel Abraham’s actions instantly slowed down.
“Give up. I have a way to deal with it. I’ll let you sleep and let
you get the peace you want.” That familiar voice sounded
again.
Chapter 1353 - Sacrificial Victim

1353 Sacrificial Victim

Mr. Door’s figure that had shrunk from the ball of light came
to a halt as though “He” had fallen into an intense internal
struggle.
The layered doors in “His” body were just a little short of fully
being reassembled.
Amidst the illusory whooshing sounds, the crimson tide that
barely squeezed through the gap in the Door of Flesh and
Blood became even more turbulent. The blood-colored robe
landed heavily, about to envelop Bethel Abraham once again.
However, as it descended, the brass-colored eyes, the young
man in the fiery armor, the hazy barrier of light that
accentuated terrifying facial features, the ground with opened
eyes and closed mouth, and the shadowy woman vanished
silently from the world.
In that instant, a blazing sun appeared above the forest. Day
replaced the night, causing all the shadows to rapidly disperse.
This caused the blood-colored robe to rise once again,
scattering even more crimson moonlight, causing all the
disturbances to return to their mother’s embrace.
Seizing this opportunity, Mr. Door’s illusory eyes closed as
“He” lowered “His” head.
“Alright…” “He” painfully said the first word after “His”
return to reality.
“His” figure completely froze as “He” raised “His” right hand
and pressed it to “His” face.
The next second, Mr. Door lifted “His” head and wore a
crystal monocle on “His” right eye.
A beam of light erupted from the monocle, illuminating the
entire world.
At that moment, all the errors of the seals that had failed were
fixed. Everything that seemed normal showed errors. All the
clocks jumped several seconds forward.
The Marauder Sequence 0 Error’s ritual was:
To replace someone during “Their” apotheosis ritual!
And Mr. Door’s return seemed to directly trigger “His”
apotheosis ritual.
The light converged immediately, and Mr. Door had turned
into Amon with “His” pointed hat and classic black robe.
The Blasphemer held a simple and unadorned key that seemed
to be forged from pure starlight in “His” hand.
Above “Him,” the blood-colored robe descended, wanting to
embrace “Him” into its arms. Behind “Him,” the crimson tide
angrily squeezed through the remnants of the Door of Flesh
and Blood in a last bid to enter the world.
In that short moment, the blood-colored moon glowed even
brighter, blocking the sun, night, earth, blurry light, and the
strange white tower outside.
Faced with the corruption from an Outer Deity, Amon’s lips
curled up slightly. “He” extended “His” right hand and took
out an abnormally ancient stone slab from an unknown
location.
The first Blasphemy Slate!
Then, “He” used the stone slab formed from the Chaos Sea to
block the remnant opening of the Door of Flesh and Blood.
Then, “He” used it as a substitute to receive the falling blood-
colored robe.
The first Blasphemy Slate turned illusory, as though it was
connected to an infinite sea that contained all the possible
colors.
The sea surged and swallowed the blood-colored robe,
blocking the crimson tide from the cosmos.
The already collapsed Door of Flesh and Blood rapidly shrank
before quickly disappearing. An angry and terrifying roar
resounded in the air from within.
In the next second, the crimson moon appeared in the sky. The
color quickly faded and turned pure. On it was a huge,
distorted, crimson figure.
Wearing a pointed hat and a classic black robe, Amon adjusted
the monocle on “His” right eye and waved “His” hand at the
crimson figure and the bright moon that were staring at him.
“He” then smiled and bowed slightly in all directions.
…
In the corpse cathedral that had an erected gigantic cross
where countless skulls were watching with their hollow
“eyes.”
Adam, who was dressed in a simple white robe, took a look at
the ceaseless lightning outside the stained glass. “He” slowly
got up and walked to the pool of blood that Klein had left
behind. “He” bent down and picked up the ancient and
mysterious mirror.
Following that, “He” turned around and walked towards the
second Blasphemy Slate.
…
The first figure that Zaratul summoned out of the fog of
history was still Roselle Gustav, who wore a dark red coat
embroidered with gold thread, and had chestnut-colored curly
long hair.
To this Attendant of Mysteries, there were quite a number of
angels that “He” got to know in “His” long life. There were
only a few that were stronger than a Sequence 1 Knowledge
Emperor. For example, the Antigonus ancestor before “He”
became The Half-Fool, Angel of Fate Ouroboros, or the Red
of War brass who could indirectly obtain the strength of the
Red Angel of Fate.
But under such circumstances, Zaratul believed that
summoning Roselle Gustav’s Historical Void projection first
was safer.
Before the Antigonus family’s ancestor became The Half-
Fool, “He” too was a Sequence 1 Attendant of Mysteries.
Therefore, “He” would be suppressed by the enemy who had
deeper control of Sefirah Castle and a level that surpassed
most Kings of Angels. After all, “His” enemy was the closest
to a true god.
After Zaratul chose to cooperate with the Rose School of
Thought and Adam, the success rate of summoning the Angel
of Fate Ouroboros would undoubtedly drop. It wasn’t suitable
for him to attempt it at a critical moment.
The Red of War brass that could borrow the Red Angel’s
powers didn’t possess the strength directly, so the actual
effects produced weren’t any stronger than that of Knowledge
Emperor Roselle Gustav.
In comparison, Zaratul would definitely choose the historical
projection that he was most familiar with and the easiest to
successfully summon.
“His” plan was to seize the opportunity that Gehrman Sparrow
had directly “Wandered” here without preparing any Historical
Void projections in advance to use Knowledge Emperor
Roselle Gustav, the Red of War army brass, and Abomination
Suah to hold him back and leave “Him” enough time to create
a miracle for “Himself.”
As soon as Roselle’s figure appeared, he immediately
condensed into complicated and illusory symbols in his eyes in
a bid to infuse large amounts of miscellaneous and useless
knowledge into “His” target’s mind, causing “His” brain to
explode.
At the same time, Zaratul used the various connections he had
set up in advance to move “Himself.” This swamp was “His”
home ground. As he made slippery and transparent tentacles
penetrate the hooded black robe and stretch into the fog of
history, he summoned the Red of War brass.
At that moment, Roselle Gustav’s historical projection
suddenly turned his head and used a subtle connection to look
towards Zaratul’s true form.
Zaratul’s mind was instantly filled with information and
useless knowledge. “His” brain nearly exploded as “He” was
unable to process “His” thoughts for a short period of time.
“He” froze on the spot, “His” gaze not even changing!
The historical projection, Knowledge Emperor Roselle Gustav,
that “He” had summoned had betrayed “Him”!
Klein was both surprised and unsurprised by this outcome.
It wasn’t surprising because this was his own doing. The
Worms of Spirit in Sefirah Castle had already “Grafted”
Roselle’s present state to the concealed state that Klein had
met!
The surprising thing was that Adam had never reminded
Zaratul to be careful of Roselle Gustav.
Klein had previously sensed the coincidences in certain
matters. His preparations included using The Fool symbol’s
connection to Roselle Gustav’s seal. Through the
corresponding prayer point of light, he could throw a Worm of
Spirit that contained certain words or intent to his fellow
Earthling who was in deep sleep, and awaken “Him.” Then,
using a “Miracle,” “He” could temporarily suppress the
corruptive powers of the Mother Goddess of Depravity.
Back then, the worst-case scenario that Klein took precautions
against was if something happened to him that prevented him
from contacting Sefirah Castle. As such, the Worms of Spirit
in Sefirah Castle and the Worms of Spirit that were scattered
in different places would end up losing control and be unable
to save him.
Once the Worm of Spirit he gave Roselle mutated, Roselle
would know that there was something wrong. “He” could then
use the powers of a Black Emperor to distort order to maintain
the Worm of Spirit’s lucidity for a certain period of time.
As for what plan the Worm of Spirit and Roselle would come
up with to save himself, Klein didn’t know either.
This was the real reason why he could hide from Adam!
With his experience in the Hall of Truth, Klein knew that he
wouldn’t have any secrets when facing the Visionary. Any
rescue plans, be it figured out from the past or on the spot,
would be seen and heard clearly by Adam.
At his level, the only way to avoid it was if even he himself
didn’t know how to save himself.
Of course, Visionary Adam knew without a doubt that Klein
had a Worm of Spirit in Roselle Gustav’s Black Emperor
mausoleum. “He” knew that his backup plan definitely came
from this, but “He” wasn’t able to pry into the secrets of it
because it was contaminated by the Mother Goddess of
Depravity. It was a place that had been corrupted by the
cosmos, and the thought of prying into Roselle Gustav was
like prying into an Outer Deity!
This was the difference in level.
It was precisely because of this that Klein could calmly ask all
kinds of secrets and read the second Blasphemy Slate. On the
one hand, knowledge was indeed tempting. And on the other
hand, he was stalling for time, waiting for the other side to
complete the task of rescuing him. At the same time, he didn’t
want to occupy his mind; otherwise, he couldn’t help but think
about how he could save himself.
As a result, Klein began to suspect that other than the
unknown reasons as to why Adam had shared so many secrets
with him, was because “He” was also trying to lure him into
thinking of the solutions he would use to save himself, so as to
find clues and stop him in advance.
Therefore, the question-and-answer session in the corpse
cathedral was a clash of minds. Klein had to constantly control
himself to prevent his thoughts from going astray.
And under this premise, Adam clearly knew that there might
be problems with Roselle Gustav, but “He” didn’t remind
Zaratul!
Regardless of the reason, Klein had no intention of letting the
opportunity slip. He immediately raised the Staff of the Stars
in his hand and skillfully simulated Amon’s Worm of Time’s
powers.
Gong!
An ancient mottled stone clock phantom appeared. Its face
was separated into twelve different segments by grayish-white
and bluish-black colors. Each segment represented a different
symbol of time.
Gong!
One of the three needles in the middle of the stone clock
jumped, and Zaratul’s body froze on the spot.
Klein immediately transformed into a maggot vortex that
extended countless slippery tentacles. In the middle of the
vortex was a strange door of light.
The door of light didn’t move as the vortex swirled around it.
A terrifying suction force forcefully pulled out the Beyonder
characteristics within Zaratul’s body.
This was the method Pallez Zoroast had used to deal with
Amon’s avatar back then. He had relied on his position to
forcibly gather characteristics!
Bit by bit, the Beyonder characteristics flew out at an
accelerating rate. By the time Zaratul escaped “His” frozen
state and the mental explosion, “He” was already unable to
extricate himself. “He” could only watch helplessly as “He”
was completely carried into the dark and gloomy maggot
whirlpool!
A few seconds later, the vortex outlined its body again, and
Klein landed his feet on the ground.
In the fog of history, Zaratul’s figure appeared again and
again, but it was impossible for “Him” to retrieve “His”
Beyonder characteristics. In the end, it could only fade away
silently, making it difficult for him to completely revive.
Klein used the ritual’s remnant effects that hadn’t completely
dissipated and directly swallowed Zaratul’s characteristic!
He wanted to use this to lower the influence of the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings!
…
As the corpse cathedral was still floating in the sea of
lightning, Adam, who wore a simple white robe and had a
faint blond beard, suddenly appeared at the edge of the waters
near the ruins of the battle of gods.
The sea split apart, and a path appeared. It led straight to the
spot which was stained with the ancient sun god’s blood. It led
straight to the Giant King’s Court’s projection—the Forsaken
Land of the Gods.
In the depths of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, at the top of a
mountain peak, there was a huge cross erected, and there was
an indistinct figure hanging upside down on it.
(End of the Seventh Volume—The Hanged Man)
Chapter 1354 - This Nigh

1354 This Nigh

Late at night, the clanging sound of the door and windows
opening woke Wendel up from his deep sleep. He warily
rolled off the bed and surveyed his surroundings.
What happened? Utopia encountered a super heavy storm? It
wasn’t easy for the recently insomniac Wendel to fall asleep,
but he had no choice but to get out of bed. His mind was still
lethargic, and he looked rather lost.
He soon realized that there was no wind blowing in from the
open window, nor did the rain enter. It was like he had opened
it while sleepwalking to take in fresh air.
Wendel suddenly thought of the supernatural events that he
had experienced and learned from the dossier. He was
reminded of the fear of the unknown that once ruled his heart.
He didn’t know what else would happen next, nor could he
guess what he would encounter. He felt a chill run down his
back as he shivered again.
At this moment, he heard the commotion outside the door. All
sorts of voices entered his ears.
There were the loud sounds of running, the sounds of
judgment, the declarations of orders to be changed, and
unconcealed shouts.
“Something is wrong with the underground seal!”
“Be on high alert!”
Underground seal? What kind of item is sealed beneath the
Irises Hotel? Wendel was surprised and confused. He couldn’t
help but walk to the door and look around.
He then saw an MI9 colleague, who he barely knew, and
Colonel Xio Derecha, who was on duty tonight.
Did MI9 find Utopia because of me? They’re here to handle
the abnormality? Wendel instinctively frowned just as the
thought flashed through his mind.
He discovered that the corridor outside was completely
different from the Irises Hotel. Not only were there gas lamps
on both sides, but there were also classical candle stands. The
floor was very bright, and the ceiling was more than three
meters high…
This… This isn’t the Irises Hotel… Wendel suddenly turned
around and sized up the room he was in.
He quickly recognized that this was his sleeping quarters at
MI9 headquarters. His luggage was placed quietly in a corner
without any signs of movement.
Wendel clearly remembered that he had headed to Utopia
through the washroom in his room. He wasn’t too confident in
the process, so he didn’t bring his luggage and only held the
subpoena from Utopia’s courts.
Tap! Tap! Tap! He quickly ran to the window and looked
outside.
What greeted his eyes was the garden and lawn at MI9
headquarters.
I-I’m back in Backlund again? Or perhaps, I didn’t return to
Utopia at all. I was just too tired and ended up having a dream
in my sleep? Wendel dazedly walked back to his bed and sat
down.
After about ten seconds, he suddenly jumped up and picked up
his coat from the ground.
Then, he saw the Utopian subpoena in the inner pocket of the
coat when it should be inside a drawer.
Wendel fell silent, as though he had become a statue.
…
Travel columnist, Monica, also woke up from the banging of
the doors and windows.
She sat up straight, pulled the blanket up, and placed it in front
of her chest.
The sleepy-eyed Monica’s first reaction was that a robber had
barged into the hotel. She was about to scream and call for the
police.
But in the next ten to twenty seconds, Monica didn’t hear any
footsteps entering her room. However, there were more and
more people gathered along the corridor.
“What happened?”
“It doesn’t seem like a hurricane…”
“Was it a prank?”
“Damn clown, if I knew who it was, I would definitely kick
his ass hard!”
…
The voices of discussion were mixed with all kinds of curses.
Monica didn’t think much of it when she heard it. Instead, she
thought of using the crowd’s discussion to consider the reason
underlying the paranormal activity and write it in her traveling
column.
But as she listened, she gradually realized something was
amiss.
How could Irises Hotel have so many guests?
She remembered clearly that on this floor, there were at most
five rooms with guests. This included her room.
At that moment, Monica thought of the ghost stories she had
heard. She immediately felt as if there were wraiths and
shadows outside.
She had originally stretched her feet towards the bedside,
preparing to leave the room to participate in the discussion and
grasp more details for her writing material. But now, she
retracted her feet and curled into a ball, trembling.
A few seconds later, she heard a man say, “I asked the hotel
owner, and he said that he had no idea what happened. Perhaps
there was a short storm just now.
“Return to your room and get some rest. Remember to lock the
windows. Yawn. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the
Royal Museum.”
Royal Museum… Monica was stunned.
As a travel columnist, as a traveler who had been in Utopia for
a long time, she naturally knew that there was no Royal
Museum.
In the Loen Kingdom, a museum with such a royal name
would definitely be in Backlund.
To take a steam locomotive from Utopia to Backlund required
many hours. Even if he woke up early, he wouldn’t be able to
arrive before the Royal Museum closed.
Monica was puzzled. She slowly lifted the blanket. She heard
the sound of the door and windows closing continuously.
She got off the bed carefully and walked towards the door.
During this process, she gradually saw the room through the
moonlight.
Hiss… Monica almost screamed.
This wasn’t the guest room she had slept in previously!
Regardless of the layout or arrangement, they were completely
different!
The ghost stories that she had thought of earlier surged into
her mind again, causing her legs to give way, and she almost
couldn’t support herself.
Just as Monica’s teeth were chattering, she saw a hotel name
card on the table. It was prepared for guests. If she brought it
out, she would be able to get someone to guide her back when
she was lost—even if she didn’t know the language.
Monica subconsciously approached it and used the moonlight
to identify the words on the name card.
Carlpensa Hotel, Backlund West Borough, 19 Mourning
Street.
Backlund West Borough… Backlund… Monica’s eyes
widened as she felt like space and time had gone topsy-turvy.
…
Backlund, Hillston Borough, in a house with a fireplace.
Fors heard the door and windows open, but she didn’t
immediately wake up. This was because she had fallen into a
strange nightmare and couldn’t break free.
She dreamed that her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, had been
influenced by the family’s Sealed Artifact, dying in front of
her with blood dripping. She dreamed that she had lost control
and mutated, turning into a series of starlight insects that
warped into the shape of doors. She couldn’t help but fly
towards a Door of Flesh and Blood. She dreamed that the
apocalypse had dawned, and the surging blood-colored tide
had drowned the entire world, preventing Xio, Gehrman
Sparrow, and company from escaping…
Finally, Fors escaped the dream and sat up, panting heavily.
As a demigod, one who was once an Astrologer, she knew
what such a dream meant. She hurriedly suppressed her
emotions and looked up ahead.
The glass on the oriel window in the bedroom all bore open at
some point in time.
Something must’ve happened… Furthermore, it has a certain
relationship with the apocalypse, the Abraham family, and the
Apprentice pathway… Fors silently muttered to herself before
standing up and wearing a cloak, preparing to “Teleport” to
her teacher to confirm his safety.
Such a change made her feel a sense of urgency towards
advancing to Sequence 3 or even Sequence 2.
After learning about the apocalypse from Mr. Fool and The
World Gehrman Sparrow, Fors had actually been working
hard, but the Secrets Sorcerer potion wasn’t something that
she could digest in a short period of time. Furthermore,
without making any contributions, she couldn’t bring herself
to ask her teacher for the Wanderer’s formula and ingredients.
Of course, if she was willing, she could’ve obtained it from
Mr. Door. However, how could she have been bewitched after
receiving all kinds of reminders?
Phasing away, Fors vanished from the room.
A few seconds later, she appeared at Dorian Gray Abraham’s
residence and saw her teacher sitting there, pressing down on
his heart as though he had been frightened.
“…Do you need medicine?” Fors asked carefully.
She had purchased medicine from Mr. Moon to treat ailments
of age.
Dorian took a deep breath and shook his head.
“There’s no need.”
Fors immediately relaxed.
“Teacher, I dreamed that you were affected by the negative
effects of the Sealed Artifact. Uh, the windows and doors
around me had undergone unnecessary changes, so I came
over to take a look.”
Dorian looked up at the window open and said with a serious
expression,
“Your dream wasn’t wrong. I nearly died just now, but at the
most critical moment, the seal came into effect…”
Having said that, he suddenly stood up and said to Fors,
“Quick! Bring me somewhere else. I’m worried that
something might happen to the other family members!”
Without any hesitation, Fors immediately grabbed her
teacher’s arm and asked for the exact location.
Their figures rapidly faded away and disappeared.
After traveling through the spirit world that was covered in
gray fog for several seconds, Fors and Dorian suddenly left
their present environment and landed in a place that looked
like a study.
There were quite a few people standing there. They were
members of the Abraham family who wielded different Sealed
Artifacts and could “Travel.”
“Vilos? Why are all of you here?” Dorian blurted out.
Vilos and the others shook their heads at the same time, both
confused and terrified.
In the next second, countless dazzling stars appeared out of the
void.
The starlight quickly gathered together, turning into objects
that fell to the ground one after another.
There was a miniature door of starlight, a crystal ball formed
from insects. There was a translucent, strange-looking key, a
resplendent torch that burned slightly…
For some reason, names after names appeared in Dorian and
company’s minds:
Sequence 3 Wanderer Beyonder characteristic… Sequence 4
Secrets Sorcerer Beyonder characteristic… Sequence 1 Key of
Stars Beyonder characteristic, Sequence 2 Planeswalker
Beyonder characteristic…
Furthermore, there wasn’t just one of each Beyonder
characteristic. There were even two Sequence 1 Key of Stars
Beyonder characteristics! In addition, there were three
Planeswalker Beyonder characteristics, and even more of the
rest.
The key members of the Abraham family and Fors slowly
turned agape, unable to close them for a long time.
By the time all the Beyonder characteristics dropped to the
ground, nothing abnormal happened again. There was silence.
Chapter 1355 - Wrapping Up The Matter

Chapter 1355 Wrapping Up The Matter

The nearly frozen silence lasted for nearly ten seconds before
the Abraham family members uniformly cast their gaze at
Fors.
After sensing the mixed emotions of wariness, guardedness,
and fear, Fors took the initiative to take a few steps to the side
and warned, “Be careful of the negative effects.”
Even if the Beyonder characteristics hadn’t fused with the
surroundings and formed Sealed Artifacts, they contained
certain negative effects. However, most of the time, it would
only have effects from direct contact. Of course, the Beyonder
characteristics here were all High-Sequence Beyonder
characteristics. No one could be certain if they would actively
expand their area of influence.
Seeing that Fors didn’t show any obvious greed, Dorian
nodded and said, “When you finish digesting the Secrets
Sorcerer potion, you can consider advancing to Sequence 3
Wanderer. I’ll give you the potion formula and prepare the
corresponding ingredients for you. Of course, at this level, the
higher the Sequence, the greater the danger you face. This is
an objective situation. It doesn’t change because of your
personal will and arrangements. When the time comes, you
can decide whether you wish to advance or not.”
He said these words because he cared for his student, and on
the other hand, he wanted to assure her that whatever the
Abraham family possessed was equivalent to her possessing it.
No one would treat her as an outsider and deliberately make
things difficult for her on the matter of raising her Sequence.
This could effectively eliminate the heat brought by greed.
And after obtaining so many High-Sequence Beyonder
characteristics, Vilos and the other members of the Abraham
family weren’t unwilling to part with a Wanderer Beyonder
characteristic. They even believed that using it to exchange for
“peace” was absolutely worth it. After all, there was only one
demigod here—Fors.
Without the time to bring out their Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts,
and because of the ineffectiveness of the seals, the Abraham
family members didn’t dare take out most of the Grade 1
Sealed Artifacts. Under such a situation, Fors had the ability to
finish all of them off.
Faced with her teacher’s promise, Fors tersely acknowledged.
“Was the ‘door’ to the concealed space opened?
She thought that the High-Sequence Beyonder characteristics
in front of her were all from the Abraham family’s treasure
vault and had been thrown into the real world due to the recent
abnormality. However, she did feel that there were too many
of them.
“No.” Dorian slowly shook his head, looking confused.
The other Abraham family members remained silent, equally
confused.
No one would believe that treasure would fall from the skies
unless it happened before their eyes!
“Should we pray to Mr. Fool?” Fors tried giving a suggestion.
Dorian, who had a vague guess, immediately looked at the
other Abrahams. He saw the ones who had changed faiths to
Mr. Fool nod in agreement. Those who hadn’t changed faiths
were clearly hesitant and eager to object.
After some consideration, Dorian composed himself and said,
“Gather the ones with negative area-of-effect traits while using
the correct method. Prevent them from combining with the
surroundings.
“I’ll pray to Mr. Fool at the side.”
“Alright.” The few members of the Abraham family hesitated
for two seconds before agreeing.
Following that, they seized the opportunity to identify the
characteristics and attempt to gather them.
After some of the members had obtained a certain amount,
Dorian finally retreated to Fors’s side and bowed his head to
pray to Mr. Fool.
Soon, a grayish-white fog and an ancient palace deep in the
fog appeared in front of him. A high and solemn voice
resounded in his ears:
“These are the relics of Mr. Door.
“Your bloodline curse has been completely removed.”
Relics of Mr. Door… Relics… Dorian ruminated over the
word and opened his eyes, casting his gaze at the High-
Sequence Beyonder characteristics.
He looked on silently, his vision gradually blurring.
…
East Chester County, the Hall family manor.
Alfred and the others, who had just figured out the source of
the explosion and the “enemy attack” shout, saw the doors and
windows opening at the same time as they crashed into the
walls.
During this process, several pieces of glass shattered.
There is indeed something abnormal… Alfred raised his hand
with a solemn expression. He said to his adjutant, squire,
personal guards, and bodyguards, “Retreat back to the main
house to prevent any accidents that might happen next.
“At the same time, send a telegram to the archbishop of East
Chester diocese, and request for assistance.”
He felt that the most important thing right now was not to
investigate the anomaly, but to protect his father, mother, and
sister.
He had plenty of time to do the former after daybreak. But if
anything happened to the latter, it would be impossible to
make up for it.
After returning to the manor’s main house and arranging for
strict patrols, Alfred walked into the living room and said to
Earl Hall, “There was indeed something abnormal, but the
guard couldn’t describe what he saw. He only felt extreme fear
at that moment.”
Earl Hall nodded calmly and said, “We’ll do further
investigations after daybreak.
“Sit down and get some rest.”
Beside him, Audrey was holding her mother’s arm as she
quietly listened to her father and two brothers talking.
Of course, this was only an image. She had been continuously
releasing Virtual Personas in an attempt to find the reason for
the sudden opening of doors and windows from the memories
of eyewitnesses.
After a few minutes, she ended the investigation, somewhat
disappointed. For the time being, she temporarily attributed it
to the influence left behind by the mind dragon, Ariehogg, and
Mr. Wrath.
At that moment, she realized that the golden retriever, Susie,
had a strange look in her eyes. She quickly sent out a Virtual
Persona and entered the mind island of the other party’s soul to
have a private conversation.
“What did you discover?” Audrey asked directly.
On Susie’s mind island, a voice resounded:
“I smell a thick scent of blood. At the edge of the manor, It
happened sometime before the doors and windows opened.
Yes, it happened about ten seconds after the explosion.”
After hearing that, Audrey pursed her lips and fell silent for a
few seconds.
“Go take a look.”
Susie immediately stood up and tiptoed out of the living room.
She left the manor’s main house from a side door on the first
floor.
During this process, there would be people looking at her from
time to time, but they didn’t mind her and didn’t attempt to
stop her. After all, she was just a dog, a dog who had mastered
Psychological Invisibility.
After walking the path to the furthest building from the
manor’s main house, Susie twitched her nose and chose an
open window before jumping in.
Then, she saw a bloody corpse on the bed. Its skin had shed.
And what she saw was equivalent to Audrey seeing it through
the Virtual Persona that she planted in her mind island.
In the living room inside the main house of the manor, Audrey,
who was holding her mother’s arm, lowered her head.
Then she lifted her head, and her eyes swept slowly and
deeply across her family’s faces—Earl Hall, Lady Catelyn,
Hibbert, and Alfred.
She maintained her silence, becoming increasingly silent.
…
Bayam, inside the Cathedral of Waves.
Alger, who was wearing a robe embroidered with the Storm
symbol, walked out from the underground area one step at a
time. He nodded at the Mandated Punishers and priests who
were waiting by the sides.
“The seals were restored to normal in time.
“You can return the items under your watch.”
“Yes, Your Eminence.” The Mandated Punishers, priests, and
bishops heaved a sigh of relief as they struck their left chest
with their right fists.
Alger didn’t say anything else as he responded with the same
salute.
After returning to his room, he slowly looked around. He took
a deep breath and found a seat to sit down.
The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era… Alger silently
prayed to Mr. Fool, expressing his thoughts of preparing to
leave the Church of Storms.
The explanation that the seal was restored to normal in time
could only convince relatively low-level members of the
Church. It was impossible to hide from any cardinal or high-
ranking deacon, much less the pontiff and the Lord of Storms.
And if he didn’t get Mr. Fool’s approval and protection, Alger
didn’t dare leave the Church of Storms so casually. He would
definitely suffer the wrath of a god.
A few seconds later, he saw the familiar boundless gray fog
and heard Mr. Fool’s reply:
“Okay.
“Go to the Church of the Sea God.”
Phew… Alger relaxed, stood up, and took off his Storm robe.
After changing into a linen shirt, brown jacket, and
pantaloons, Alger looked at the cardinal robe on the table and
fell silent for a while.
Then, he reached out and folded the robe neatly.
After carefully examining it for a few seconds, Alger retracted
his gaze and flew out of the cathedral through the open board
window by controlling a strong wind.
He first flew to the bell tower and landed on the top. He
looked down at the surrounding streets and down at Bayam.
During this process, Alger stepped on the edge of the roof and
slowly circled it.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
A hurricane suddenly stirred as it swept Alger towards the
Church of the Sea God.
…
In the ancient palace above the fog.
Klein silently sat on the high-back chair belonging to The
Fool.
His figure would occasionally turn incorporeal, as though he
was wearing a mysterious and classical black robe. During
such instances, he wore a hood that made his face
indiscernible. At other times, he would return to normal.
However, he was enveloped in a faint gray fog.
The frequency of this change gradually slowed down.
And every time Klein transformed into the black-robed,
hooded figure, slippery tentacles with strange patterns growing
would extend out from under his clothes.
These nearly transparent tentacles flailed about, striking
everywhere as if taking the palace for itself.
After a while, Klein’s figure finally stabilized.
Out of habit, he raised his right hand and rubbed his temples as
he muttered to himself, The awakening of the Celestial
Worthy’s will is faster and more intense than I expected… If I
hadn’t devoured Zaratul’s Beyonder characteristic and used
the remnant mental imprint to balance it and stalled for time, I
wouldn’t have been able to adjust my state and stop “Him”
from awakening…
However, this made Klein’s mental state rather unstable.
And he didn’t lose control because his Miracle Invoker potion
had already been completely digested, and the new Attendant
of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic he consumed was mostly
digested shortly after consumption. The identity of The World
was a Blessed of the owner of Sefirah Castle, making it
directly equivalent to the Attendant of Mysteries. Therefore,
Klein had already acted the role of Attendant of Mysteries for
a very long time, and it had been quite successful.
As for the second Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder
characteristic, he still needed some time to digest it.
Chapter 1356 - Urgency

1356 Urgency
After stabilizing his anchors, the will of the Celestial Worthy,
and the weak balance of his consciousness, Klein leaned back
in his chair and observed the various powers brought about by
the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic.
Among them, there were three most important ones. They
were all grasped by Klein using Sefirah Castle and the
“curtain,” ahead of time, but he just didn’t know the exact
names.
The first was “Regenerate”: If the materials that made up an
item once had a Spirit Body, then the Attendant of Mysteries
could use the powers of “Regenerate” to summon the
corresponding Spirit Body Threads, making the item become
his marionette. Then, he could establish a deep connection
with the item and also naturally transform it into a marionette.
To put it simply, an Attendant of Mysteries couldn’t allow
something that didn’t have Spirit Body Threads to produce
Spirit Body Threads, but he could allow some items to
regenerate their Spirit Body Threads that had long
disappeared. The former represented metallic items, gold
coins, gold pounds, and so on. The latter mainly consisted of
beef, fish, and other food. Once humans ate food that were
marionettes, they would also transform into marionettes, as
though they had encountered intense corruption.
The second was “Reassembly,” which was also known as
“Tampering”: It could reassemble many physical objects or
abstract concepts into something different, resulting in an
unbelievable effect. It was like changing the definition, logic,
orientation, or rules.
The third was the “Realm of Mysteries”: This was an ability
used to create an embryonic form of a divine kingdom. It
could bring about a certain concealment effect.
“Reassembly” represents the authority of “change,” while the
“Realm of Mysteries” represents “concealment.” The two
essential elements of The Fool’s symbol are in place…
However, “Reassembly” and “Tampering” doesn’t sound nice,
and the meaning isn’t clear enough. “Grafting” is still better.
It’s obvious at a glance… Klein mumbled inwardly before
casting his gaze around.
Now, he had deepened his control of Sefirah Castle, he could
directly borrow the powers nearing Sequence 0 of the Seer
pathway. He could also use most of the Beyonder powers
below Sequence 0 of the Marauder and Apprentice pathways.
It was quite similar to Dark Angel Sasrir from back then.
Of course, Dark Angel Sasrir could only use the first
Blasphemy Slate to indirectly use the powers of the Chaos
Sea. As for Klein, he was the owner of Sefirah Castle, one that
hadn’t fully gained control of the sefirah. Therefore, his level
was higher than Dark Angel Sasrir’s.
As for strength, in theory, he was stronger, but his strength was
affected by too many factors. Having only become a Beyonder
after a few years, Klein couldn’t guarantee that he would
definitely be able to defeat Heaven’s deputy and the left hand
of God.
In short, he was now considered a king of the King of Angels,
and he was very close to the level of a true god.
After gaining a deeper grasp of Sefirah Castle, the difference
between me in here and in the outside world is almost gone. It
wouldn’t result in me being a King of Angels outside but
having the power of a true god in Sefirah Castle… The
greatest advantage here is it provides me a defensive barrier
that even a true god can’t break. Yes, whether the Outer
Deities can do it remains to be seen… Klein slowly exhaled as
he focused his attention on the current situation.
There were two things he was most worried about at present:
The first was the Primordial Moon, which was also the Mother
Goddess of Depravity. Although “She” failed to fully descend
into the real world with Mr. Door’s return, a little portion of
“Her” strength had invaded. Furthermore, “She” maintained it
for a few seconds under the attacks of the five orthodox deities
of Evernight, Steam, and company. Whether this would affect
the surroundings, the corresponding pathways, and exert
certain effects on some matters remained to be seen.
Second, Angel of Time Amon has already stolen Mr. Door’s
ritual and became Sequence 0 of the Marauder pathway. “He”
would be Klein’s most direct and most powerful enemy.
I wonder if Amon has taken the opportunity to accommodate
Mr. Door’s Uniqueness and Sequence 1 Key of Stars. If “He”
has completed this step, “He” will be the most powerful true
god in the real world. Hmm, I wonder how “He” compares to
the Evernight Goddess. No one knows how much of the Death
and God of Combat Uniquenesses the Goddess has
accommodated.
Typically speaking, Amon shouldn’t have the time to
accommodate the Apprentice pathway’s Uniqueness. Although
Mr. Door’s return is equivalent to the ritual itself, the most
important matter at that moment was to replace Mr. Door,
allowing the three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics and
the Uniqueness of the Marauder pathway to gather together,
resulting in a qualitative change. There’s no time to
accommodate the Uniqueness of the Apprentice pathway.
Also, this operation has a high chance of awakening the
Celestial Worthy. Amon wouldn’t take such a risk…
In other words, Amon’s subsequent focus is to accommodate
the Uniqueness of the Apprentice pathway and become a true
god of two pathways. Otherwise, under the watch of the other
true deities, it will be very difficult for “Him” to finish off a
King of Angels like me.
Furthermore, even if “He” does take the risk and succeeds,
“Him” having accommodated the Apprentice pathway’s
Uniqueness means that “He” has to slowly adapt and stabilize
“His” condition, making it impossible to deal with me in a
short period of time.
I have to make use of the time to become The Fool. Only by
doing so can I use Sefirah Castle and my own level to resist
Amon.
I don’t have much time left… Klein silently gave a self-
deprecating comment. He leaned forward and gently tapped
the edge of the long mottled table.
He was analyzing the possibility of him becoming The Fool in
a short period of time.
The digestion of the Attendant of Mysteries potion was
relatively simple. By the time Klein used his anchor and
consciousness to suppress the awakening of the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, and not lose
control or become someone else, he could use Sefirah Castle
to create an avatar like Amon. Then, he could use the power of
Sefirah Castle to steal the undigested Attendant of Mysteries
Beyonder characteristic he got from Zaratul.
At this point, Klein would immediately turn the avatar into a
marionette to prevent any unexpected developments.
This way, Klein would drop to the level of an Attendant of
Mysteries who had fully digested the potion, and he would
have an Attendant of Mysteries marionette—this was one of
the main ingredients of the potion.
And the Attendant of Mysteries who had digested the potion
was qualified to consume The Fool’s potion and become a
Sequence 0 true god.
These series of operations weren’t too complicated, but it was
prone to mistakes. Furthermore, an ordinary dual Sequence 1
King of Angels from the Seer pathway couldn’t do it unless
“They” have a Sequence 2 Trojan Horse of Destiny friend of
the Marauder pathway who’s willing to sacrifice “Himself” to
provide help. Of course, a Sequence 1 Worm of Time friend
could do it.
Therefore, to Klein, the most troublesome thing was the other
two matters: First, how to deal with The Half-Fool of the
Antigonus family, and secondly, how to complete the ritual of
“fooling time, history, or fate.”
With my current level and strength, it isn’t impossible to deal
with the Antigonus family’s ancestor. Of course, the
prerequisite is that I should first familiarize myself with the
corresponding Beyonder powers and changes in Sefirah
Castle… Sigh, I don’t have any idea on how to approach The
Fool’s ritual at all. Klein raised his hand and pinched his
forehead, casting his gaze at the grayish-white fog beneath
Sefirah Castle.
Among time, history, and fate, he was undoubtedly more
familiar with history.
Now, he could use Sefirah Castle to directly influence the fog
of history, allowing the corresponding powers of the Seer
pathway to become stronger or weaker.
This was the embodiment of authority.
Fooling history… Fooling history… Klein tapped the edge of
the long mottled table again as various thoughts flashed
through his mind, but he repeatedly wrote them off.
In his opinion, all the possible solutions didn’t satisfy the
requirements of “fooling history.” This was because history
objectively recorded what had happened. Whatever happened
was definitely reasonable. And the solutions that could satisfy
the requirements, such as returning to the past, consuming the
potion, and becoming The Fool that came from history, wasn’t
able to achieve it. At the very least, Klein had never seen the
ability to reverse time.
As his gaze moved deep into the fog of history, Klein suddenly
had a feasible idea.
The present reality of history was this: The Tarot Club
members believed that they were following The Fool that
didn’t belong to this era—an awakened ancient god or an
existence that surpassed an ancient god. In fact, Mr. Fool was
originally just an ordinary person hanging above the gray fog.
He used all sorts of resources to package himself and improve
himself.
Klein’s thoughts were inspired by Amon.
He could use Sefirah Castle to create an avatar, and let the
avatar use Sefirah Castle to steal the fate, consciousness,
anchors, and Zaratul’s Sequence 1 Attendant of Mysteries
Beyonder characteristic.
Therefore, the main body’s Beyonder characteristic was
formed purely from the one inside the “curtain,” in which the
Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings was
slowly awakening in.
This way, the understanding of the Tarot Club members was
correct. Mr. Fool was a great existence that was awakening.
This went against the true history, but it was a fact grounded in
reality. It could fulfill the requirements of the ritual.
Of course, the premise was that the act of stealing an avatar
needed to happen in Sefirah Castle or other concealed areas.
Otherwise, it would also be recorded in history, preventing it
from achieving the effects of “fooling.”
As for how he was to deal with the Celestial Worthy of
Heaven and Earth for Blessings when “He” awakened, and
how his avatar was to kill his true form and make “Him” a
potion, Klein was temporarily out of a solution.
The result of this attempt is equivalent to suicide. Heh, before
being killed by the Celestial Worthy, my avatar’s Attendant of
Mysteries Beyonder characteristic would’ve been digested by
then. After all, I successfully revived the Lord of the
Mysteries… Klein shook his head and threw the incomplete
plan to the back of his mind.
Under the circumstances where he couldn’t think of a solution,
he decided to seek advice from the existences that might know
what to do.
He had two targets: One was Snake of Fate Will Auceptin, and
the other was the Evernight Goddess.
The former might have some thoughts about “fooling fate,”
while the latter probably knew what kind of ritual the ancestor
of the Antigonus family used to accommodate The Fool’s
Uniqueness.
After stabilizing his mental state, Klein left Sefirah Castle and
directly “Teleported” to Backlund.
Chapter 1357 - Meeting

Chapter 1357 Meeting

Deep in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, on the peak of a

mountain stood a gigantic cross that bordered the realm of
reality and illusion.
There was a blurry figure hanging there. Ancient wooden
stakes dyed with fresh blood that didn’t drip down passed
through “His” body, nailing “Him” to the cross.
At the bottom of the cross was the Angel of Fate Ouroboros,
who was wearing a simple linen robe and had silver hair that
reached “His” waist. “He” sat there cross-legged with a gentle
and pious expression as “He” closed “His” eyes and prayed.
Adam, whose face was half-covered by a pale blond beard,
walked over and stopped in front of the huge cross. “He”
raised “His” head and silently looked at the hanging figure.
“He” held Arrodes in one hand and held the second
Blasphemy Slate in the other. “His” eyes were limpid and his
expression was calm.
After an unknown period of time, the image of The Hanged
Man on the huge cross suddenly faded away, connecting to the
sky and to the land below with a shadow curtain. Behind the
curtain, there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes watching over
the world.
In the next second, a rift appeared in the shadow curtain. It
was dark inside, faintly reverberating with an illusory tidal
wave.
Adam raised “His” left hand and let the ancient and
mysterious magic mirror emit a faint glow.
In the light, a sticky but illusory black liquid surged out. A
boundless sea that seemed to contain all colors appeared. It
looked like it was at arm’s length but couldn’t affect reality.
Following that, Adam placed the second Blasphemy Slate into
the illusory scene.
The illusory sea scene in the distance ebbed gently as it circled
the second Blasphemy Slate, forming a certain connection
with it.
The second Blasphemy Slate was a manifestation of the corpse
of the ancient sun god—one which was extremely close to
being a Great Old One, and almost equivalent to the owner of
the Chaos Sea.
Upon seeing this scene, Adam’s left hand moved slightly,
allowing Arrodes to fly up and fall towards the Angel of Fate
Ouroboros under the huge cross.
The second Blasphemy Slate that “He” held underwent some
subtle changes, and through the rift on the curtain, “He”
walked inside.
The shadow curtain closed and quickly faded away, leaving
behind a huge empty cross.
No one said a word throughout the entire process. Everything
was carried out silently. Angel of Fate Ouroboros didn’t even
attempt to open “His” eyes.
At the same time, Amon became a god and used the first
Blasphemy Slate to block the tunnel that the Mother Goddess
of Depravity was trying to enter through. The Lord of Storms
finally smote apart the corpse cathedral that Adam had
envisioned out of nothing, and one of Adam’s identities.
After a while, Tail Devourer Ouroboros opened “His” eyes
and cast “His” gaze at Arrodes, which had landed on “His”
lap.
On the surface of the mirror, silver words appeared in the
swirling illusory water:
“You should know the feeling of piously believing and
following a great existence, right?”
Ouroboros nodded indifferently.
“So, can you send me back to my Lord?” On the surface of the
mirror, silver words squirmed and formed a new sentence.
“Once you answer, you can ask me two questions.”
Ouroboros silently looked at the ancient mirror in silence for a
long time.
Finally, Arrodes couldn’t help but produce a new question:
“Why aren’t you answering?”
Ouroboros looked at “Himself” in the mirror and replied
calmly, “I haven’t thought through it yet.”
“Three questions…” On the surface of the magic mirror, the
silver light slowly outlined two words.
…
In Backlund, on a lawn that belonged to a bungalow.
Will Auceptin, who was already over two years old, was
happily chasing a fat golden cat with glistening fur. Beside
“Him” was a nanny and a maid.
Ever since this Snake of Fate was born, Aaron Ceres’s career
had improved by the day. Now, he owned a private hospital
that provided medical services to high society.
As “He” ran, Will Auceptin stepped on a spot that was
slippery. With a slip, “His” body involuntarily leaned back.
“He” took a few steps back and stepped on another rock.
This provided an impetus to stop Will Auceptin’s fall,
miraculously allowing him to maintain “His” balance.
In regards to this encounter, alarms started ringing in this
chubby toddler’s head. This was because with “His” luck, it
was impossible for “Him” to step on a spot that could make
people slip.
A familiar figure quickly appeared in “His” eyes.
It was Sherlock Moriarty wearing a half top hat and a black
double-breasted coat.
Will Auceptin turned “His” head abruptly and looked at “His”
nanny and maid. “He” discovered that they hadn’t noticed the
appearance of the stranger on the lawn.
“I have a nagging feeling you would say: ‘Go ahead and
scream. No one will hear you,’” the two-year-old toddler
mumbled as he turned around.
Without waiting for Klein’s reply, “He” spread “His” hands
and said, “In short, I must congratulate you on becoming a
King of Angels.
“Bullying children doesn’t suit your current status.”
Klein let out a soft chuckle.
“Do you know how to fool fate?”
Will Auceptin raised “His” head and looked warily at Klein.
“Giving me fake ice cream isn’t equivalent to fooling fate.”
With that said, “He” grumbled, “Why don’t you squat down?
At my age, it’ll be bad for my neck’s development if I have to
keep raising my head like this.”
Klein didn’t have the air of a newly advanced King of Angels.
He squatted down with a smile, allowing Will Auceptin to
look him straight in the eye.
Will Auceptin held “His” nanny’s hand and said, “Unless I’ve
advanced to Sequence 0 and become a Wheel of Fortune,
fooling me in any form doesn’t count as fooling fate.”
Klein thought and asked, “You haven’t found the opportunity
to accommodate the Die of Probability?”
“No.” Will Auceptin shook “His” head before adding, “I have
a premonition that it’s coming soon.”
Klein carefully looked at the chubby two-year-old toddler for a
few seconds before suddenly smiling.
“If I were to give you and the Die of Probability to Ouroboros,
would ‘He’ quickly advance to Sequence 0?”
Will Auceptin glared at Klein and said, “He will also need to
wait for an opportunity to accommodate it. Furthermore, the
opportunity to become a Wheel of Fortune, and the
requirement to accommodate the Die of Probability isn’t the
same.”
As “He” spoke, Will Auceptin curled “His” lips.
“If you wish to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness, the
corresponding ritual can be simplified. It won’t be that
difficult.
“In such a situation, by ingeniously using the abilities of a
Trojan Horse of Destiny and making a sacrifice to a certain
degree, there’s a chance of fooling fate.
“However, when you attempt to advance to Sequence 0, even
if you accommodate the Uniqueness and absorb three
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics on separate occasions,
you will still have to hold a ritual, allowing the corresponding
items to fuse and undergo a qualitative change.”
Is that so… In other words, choosing to first accommodate the
Uniqueness is just a trick, but in the end, I have to truly fool
time, history, or fate… Klein nodded slightly and said, “I
roughly understand.”
He smiled and added, “Enjoy your childhood. I wonder how
long it will last.”
With that said, Klein’s figure turned transparent and vanished
from the lawn.
Will Auceptin’s other empty hand instinctively grabbed
forward before retracting it weakly.
“He left just like that… He’s so rude. He actually didn’t
prepare a present when he visited…” the child couldn’t help
but mutter.
…
North Borough in Backlund. Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Klein, who had transformed into Dwayne Dantès, walked into
the prayer hall and found a corner to sit down.
He looked at the Evernight Sacred Emblem on the altar,
lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray.
“The Evernight Goddess who stands higher than the cosmos
and more eternal than eternity. You are also the Mother of
Concealment, the Empress of Misfortune and Horror…”
As he prayed, Klein’s body and mind gradually settled down
as though he had entered a half-awake state.
After an unknown period of time, a boundless darkness
appeared in front of him. Beside his feet was a clump of night
vanilla and slumber flowers.
This place was so quiet that even breathing seemed to disturb
those in slumber around him.
Before Klein could survey his surroundings, a figure suddenly
descended from the depths of the darkness.
There was clearly no sky or land here, but the figure seemed to
come from the crimson moon or the stars in the sky.
“She” was wearing a long, layered black dress that didn’t seem
complicated at all. It was adorned with countless resplendent
lights, as though the starry night sky had been draped upon it.
“Her” head was indistinct and difficult to discern. He could
only confirm that it was a female.
“Long time no see,” the figure said gently before Klein spoke.
“Her” voice was like a lullaby.
Klein bowed in a gentlemanly manner and said, “Is this
directed at the former Lord of the Mysteries, or me who was
previously hung above Sefirah Castle?”
Klein was very certain that this was a dream, but a dream
didn’t mean that it was fake.
The Evernight Goddess’s projection said with a smile, “I’m
not sure where you were hanging above that door of light.
After I left, I never went back again.”
Indeed… Klein sighed inwardly. From the details, he
confirmed the origins of the Evernight Goddess Amanises.
“The three cocoons of light that tore open were side by side,”
he replied simply.
The Evernight Goddess’s projection was silently floating in
the darkness, giving off a surreal feeling.
“She” said softly, “The people there were all candidates meant
for the Lord of the Mysteries’s revival, but due to some
unknown incident, “He” lost control of many things.
“If it wasn’t for that, I would’ve died long ago, and lived with
the identity of the Lord of the Mysteries. Then, you and
Roselle wouldn’t have had the chance to return to reality.”
This means that the death of the Celestial Worthy is more
thorough. “He” can only rely on the will left inside the
Beyonder characteristic and the mechanical arrangements of
Sefirah Castle to revive? Klein sighed and smiled.
“I can already hear ‘Him’ whispering into my ears.”
Chapter 1358 - Conversation

Chapter 1358 Conversation

The Evernight Goddess’s projection calmly said, “For ‘Him’

or ‘Them,’ we are unable to defeat or stop ‘Them.’ All we can
do is resist and suppress ‘Them.’”
Perhaps, at certain times, a tiny oversight or relaxing even the
slightest will turn us into “Him”… On the path of being a
Beyonder, danger is always accompanying us. No one knows
when one will fall into the abyss… Klein silently added a few
words for the Evernight Goddess.
He thought for a moment and asked, “Did you cause some sort
of disturbance when I was born?”
Seemingly fused with the surroundings, the Evernight
Goddess nodded slightly.
“I used the Uniqueness in Antigonus to indirectly affect
Sefirah Castle to ‘Tamper’ the Beyonder characteristic that
accompanied your birth to the Forsaken Land of the Gods.”
Indeed… Klein sighed and frowned.
“The Uniqueness of Antigonus can indirectly influence Sefirah
Castle?”
The Evernight Goddess’s projection replied gently like a
lullaby, “‘He’ has already lost control.
“This also means that ‘His’ self-awareness is no longer able to
suppress the Lord of the Mysteries’s will in ‘Him.’ The two
psyches are stitched together, revealing the most primitive,
most instinctual, and also most bloody and crazy side.
“And the Lord of the Mysteries is the former owner of Sefirah
Castle. The present Antigonus can indirectly influence Sefirah
Castle by using this identity very naturally.”
It’s no wonder the Evernight Goddess has a greater
understanding of the strange door of light than Emperor
Roselle. On the one hand, “She” was born from Sefirah Castle,
and on the other hand, “She” had imprisoned the crazy
Antigonus… Klein was enlightened as he continued asking,
“Why didn’t you have any Beyonder characteristics
accompanying you and Roselle when both of you were born?”
In that case, be it the Evernight Goddess or Emperor Roselle,
they definitely would’ve chosen one of the Seer, Apprentice,
or Marauder pathways.
The Evernight Goddess’s projection said indifferently, “This is
also why I said that something unknown had happened to the
Lord of the Mysteries, causing many of the prior arrangements
to be out of control.
After two consecutive failures, Sefirah Castle experienced a
certain change.
“This is also a good thing for you. As the apocalypse arrives,
the remnant will of the Lord of the Mysteries has dissipated. In
the end, all that’s left is a mental imprint that’s attempting to
awaken.
=
“If you were born in the Fourth Epoch, you would’ve become
‘Him’ the moment you became an Attendant of Mysteries.”
This was because Klein had used the “curtain” left behind by
the Celestial Worthy during his advancement. As for the
Beyonder characteristics in the bodies of Antigonus and
Zaratul, they had undergone generations of Beyonders and
Beyonder creatures, diluting and wearing off the will.
Klein had a nagging feeling that the Evernight Goddess had
some guesses about what had happened to the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. However, since
“She” deliberately didn’t mention it, it wasn’t appropriate for
him to probe further. All he could do was say, “How did
Antigonus manage to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness?”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection didn’t hide
anything as “She” replied gently, “‘He’ sought the help of
Adam and Amon.
“‘They’ were supporting Alista Tudor back then.”
Using the abilities of the Trojan Horse of Destiny? Klein
acutely grasped the core reason based on Will Auceptin’s
explanation and his inference.
The Evernight Goddess’s projection that was like the starry
sky of the night quietly comforted “Her” surroundings.
“‘They’ captured a demigod from the Solomon Empire and got
Adam to do a deeper level hypnotism act and a transplant of
the corresponding memory, making him believe that he was
Antigonus.
“Then, with Amon working with Antigonus, ‘He’ stole
Antigonus’s identity and fate while Antigonus used the
‘Tampering’ authority to combine the identity and fate with
the experimental subject.
“That demigod from the Solomon Empire began living in the
state of Antigonus, and after some time, he took the initiative
to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness.
“‘He’ undoubtedly lost control. At this moment, the real
Antigonus removed the ‘Tampering,’ allowing ‘His’ identity
and fate to return into Amon’s hands. Amon ended the theft
and returned them to the original owner.”
Klein listened attentively and added thoughtfully, “If that’s the
case, it’s equivalent to ‘Antigonus failing to accommodate the
Uniqueness and turning into a monster’ and ‘a perfectly well
Antigonus with no problems at all.’ The two completely
different fates existed in the real world at the same time.
Therefore, fate has been fooled to a certain extent…
Before he finished his sentence, Klein sensed some latent
problems and hurriedly asked, “Aren’t there problems with
this?”
“It’s very risky,” the Evernight Goddess’s dream projection
calmly replied. “Fate isn’t easy to bear. If one can’t retrieve
the fate from the target in that short period of time while he’s
losing control, things will undoubtedly fail. Retrieving it a
second earlier will not achieve the effect of the ritual.
Retrieving it a second later will lead to Antigonus shouldering
the fate of losing control and inevitably end up with the same
outcome.”
That’s right. One has to naturally bear the burden of the
troubles brought about by fate… If not for that, Amon
would’ve long stolen my fate and swaggered into Sefirah
Castle… Klein mumbled inwardly as he began to think about
how he should imitate the ritual of the Antigonus family’s
ancestor.
It was difficult to complete a normal ritual, and with the
urgency of the matter, using a simplified ritual to
accommodate The Fool Uniqueness was the best option.
Once I become The Half-Fool, my control over Sefirah Castle
will improve. My level and strength will at least reach the
level of a true god. This way, even if I face a dual pathway
true god like Amon, I’ll be able to protect myself and wait for
reinforcements even if I’m not a match for “Him”… As Klein
thought about the strength match-up and development he
hoped for, he began coming up with a preliminary ritual plan.
He planned on using the Evernight Goddess’s help to suppress
the Antigonus family’s ancestor and use Sefirah Castle to steal
“His” identity, fate, and self-awareness.
This way, his body would have his own consciousness, the
will of the Celestial Worthy, Antigonus ancestor’s self-
awareness, as well as the anchors from the New City of Silver,
New Moon City, and Rorsted Archipelago. He would also
become Antigonus to a certain extent and accept “His” fate of
losing control and going mad.
The reason why Antigonus went crazy was that “His” self-
awareness could no longer suppress the awakening Celestial
Worthy—the two psyches were stitched together. When “His”
self-awareness reached Klein’s body, “He” would undoubtedly
repeat the same process. This was because the Celestial
Worthy’s will in Klein’s body was no less than the one in
“His” actual body.
In other words, the fate of losing control and madness was
unavoidable. Klein believed that there wouldn’t be any
additional burden when bearing it. At the same time, with him
having more anchors than Antigonus, his own consciousness
could remain center stage and in a harmonious state,
maintaining a sliver of rationality.
In such a state, he would use the identity of the Antigonus
family’s ancestor to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness.
And in the corresponding fate, this was something that “He”
had long accommodated, so it wouldn’t bring about any
further repercussions.
Hence, fate had been fooled.
After the ritual ended, Klein would remove his theft and
restore his original identity and fate, and no longer be affected
by the madness, allowing him to become The Half-Fool.
The main problem of this plan was in two places: First, it was
to maintain his own state. Any slight accident could easily
cause Klein to go crazy and be powerless to save himself.
Second, no one knew for sure how much the Celestial
Worthy’s will in the body of the Antigonus family’s ancestor
would awaken or bring about unsuppressed changes. He could
only rely on the Evernight Goddess to balance it out.
At this moment, the Evernight Goddess’s projection seemed to
have guessed his thoughts.
“If you wish to steal the fate of Antigonus, it’s best to let
‘Him’ enter a temporary state of eternal slumber.
“I can try to help you, but I need a medium to have the
necessary confidence. This is an angel that had accommodated
The Fool’s Uniqueness.”
“What medium?” Klein asked, seemingly in thought.
The Evernight Goddess’s projection said with a smile, “The
river water of the River of Eternal Darkness.”
As expected… To Klein, this answer wasn’t surprising at all. It
was even within his expectations. This made him feel rooted to
the ground.
He deliberated for a moment and said, “Just the river water?”
The Evernight Goddess’s projection nodded slightly and said,
“You won’t be able to take away the entire River of Eternal
Darkness at the moment. You’ll understand once you reach the
depths of Calderón City.
“You can ask the questions when you’re back.”
Without waiting for Klein to answer, “She” added, “For you,
there’s an unusual danger there. You better wait until your
mental state is stable before you go.”
“Alright.” Although Klein didn’t know what he would
encounter in the depths of Calderón City, he knew that he
wasn’t in the right state to take risks, especially when it
involved a sefirah.
The Evernight Goddess’s projection continued, “When you
wake up, hold a bestowment ritual. I will give you an item that
can be used to scoop up the river water of the River of Eternal
Darkness.”
Klein nodded and said without a word, “Adam is part of the
ancient sun god, one of ‘His’ identities.”
The Evernight Goddess’s projection didn’t show any obvious
signs of emotion. “She” gently said, “‘He’ has already gone to
the Forsaken Land of the Gods and met the True Creator.”
That’s fast… After feeling a little surprised, Klein felt that it
was only right.
The reason why Adam allowed the secret to be exposed was
that the secret was no longer of value.
The Evernight Goddess’s projection continued, “No matter
what happens next, it will take a long period of time. You
don’t have to pay attention to it for now.”
After Klein nodded, the figure in front of him quickly turned
blurry. The night vanilla and slumber flowers under his feet
flew up one after another, scattering throughout the darkness.
He opened his eyes and saw the dark hall and the pure light
shining through the holes in the wall. The latter were like stars
embedded into a velvet night sky.
Chapter 1359 - Early Morning

Chapter 1359 Early Morning

Klein watched as scarlet flames suddenly appeared and

engulfed him.
When the sparks scattered, his figure had already vanished
from Saint Samuel Cathedral.
In an ordinary inn’s empty room, Klein walked out of the
sudden rising flames and began setting up a bestowment ritual.
Soon, the mysterious door formed by candlelight opened. An
ancient accessory flew out from the endless darkness and
landed on the altar.
This accessory seemed to be made out of gold. It looked like a
slender bird, surrounded by a pair of wings formed by white
flames. The bronze eyes shimmered with layers of light as
though there were illusory doors hidden within.
Klein sincerely thanked the Evernight Goddess, ended the
ritual, and picked up the golden bird-shaped accessory.
This seems to be the image of the legendary Phoenix Ancestor
Gregrace…
Beyond this ancient Death’s own pathway, “She” had
apparently grasped partial authority of the Apprentice
pathway. This is a preliminary conclusion from the city ruins
in the Forsaken Land of the Gods that believed in the
Phoenix…
It’s no wonder most ancient gods find it difficult to control
their emotions. They were on the edge of madness. No, they
were constantly teetering between madness and rationality…
Before the first Blasphemy Slate appeared, none of the
Beyonder creatures had the concept of a Sequence pathway.
They only had the concept of convergence, reproduction, and
blind attempts… As Klein carefully examined the golden bird-
shaped accessory, he sighed inwardly.
As the owner of Sefirah Castle, he could sense that there was a
subtle connection between the accessory and the River of
Eternal Darkness.
So it can contain the river water of the River of Eternal
Darkness? Yes, the river water of the River of Eternal
Darkness is definitely not river water in the true sense of the
phrase, but an abstract concept or symbol. Klein nodded in
thought and threw the golden bird-shaped accessory into
Sefirah Castle, sealing it in the junk pile to prevent any
unnecessary accidents.
…
On a mountain peak outside Bayam City.
The Red Angel evil spirit watched as the edge of the sea
gradually lit up as an orange sun slowly left the horizon.
At some point in time, a young man wearing a pointed hat and
a classic black robe appeared beside “Him.”
The man played with a crystal monocle and wore it on “His”
right eye. It was Amon, who had become Mr. Error.
Sauron Einhorn Medici turned “His” head and glanced at
Amon.
“The sacrifice you provided was actually the original body.”
“If it wasn’t my true body, how could I have the time to steal
the ritual and replace Bethel?” Amon replied with a smile. “As
a qualified Conspirer, you shouldn’t have not thought of this.”
The Red Angel evil spirit scoffed.
“How would I know that you weren’t trying to trick me?
Perhaps you’d predicted my prediction?”
Amon smiled and didn’t answer directly. Instead, “He” took
out a strange crown covered in rust and blood.
“This is your reward.” “He” threw the item to Sauron Einhorn
Medici.
After the Red Angel evil spirit caught the strange crown, “He”
was somewhat surprised.
“Wow, you actually didn’t try to go back on your word.”
“Doing something that doesn’t match your expectations is also
a form of deception.” Amon pinched the monocle on “His”
right eye and said with a smile, “I’m looking forward to you
becoming the Red Priest and devouring that Demoness. When
that happens, your image will definitely be extremely
interesting.”
As Amon said this, “His” smile carried an unconcealable sense
of warped humor.
Sauron Einhorn Medici fell silent for a moment before saying,
“I don’t think it will be very different from how I am now.”
Two bloody mouths opened on both sides of “His” face before
quickly closing.
Amon adjusted the monocle on “His” right eye and looked to
the other side of the sea.
“The situation in the Western Continent seems interesting.”
With that said, the present Mr. Error, the former Angel of Time
turned into light and dissipated.
The Red Angel evil spirit looked in the direction of where
Amon was looking at and tossed the strange crown in “His”
hand.
On both sides of “His” face, the bloody mouths appeared once
again as “They” said, “After absorbing this Beyonder
characteristic, you’d better stay away from Bansy.”
“If you wish to grow breasts and have your body swell up, you
can continue staying there.”
Medici curled “His” lips and said, “Isn’t this something you
both wish for?”
…
Facing the altar filled with materials and artifacts, Klein raised
his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The table in front of him instantly became empty and clean.
All the junk had been split up in categories and returned to
their original location.
This was a Miracle that stemmed from one of Klein’s
accumulated wishes.
Compared to the past Miracle Invokers and Attendants of
Mysteries, the “Miracles” I can create can be described as
quite varied. It’s very practical, including but not limited to
building houses, interior design, garbage classification, and
environment protection… Klein looked at the cleared and
laughed self-deprecatingly.
He then opened the door and left.
He wanted to return to the real world and return to human
society to strengthen his humanity and stabilize his mental
state. His problem now was relatively problematic. If he
directly sought Miss Justice’s treatment before first
suppressing the awakening will of the Celestial Worthy of
Heaven and Earth for Blessings, he would only contaminate
her and allow his psychiatrist to suffer mental illnesses. Of
course, if Miss Justice had reached Sequence 2, the effects
wouldn’t be too great.
The current Backlund had been rebuilt, and the number of
pedestrians coming and going had returned to their previous
peak. Just as Klein pushed open the inn’s door, he heard all
sorts of voices.
“Wait! Wait!”
“Fresh fish from Pritz Harbor. It has plenty of meat and little
bones. It’s great for frying!”
“Special ginger beer matched with muffins and potato
wedges!”
“Hot and fresh oyster soup!”
“The freshest vegetables!”
…
Most of the noise came from the street vendors, and some
came from a small number of passengers who were chasing
the public carriage or pedestrians who were knocked down by
people in a rush. The early morning rush painted such a noisy,
sonorous, and chaotic scene.
Klein listened to these unfamiliar yet familiar shouts and
silently looked at the scene in front of him. He didn’t move for
a few minutes.
Only when a thief came close did he put his hands into the
black coat’s pockets and walk towards the nearest coffee shop.
“A cup of good coffee, a set of mutton stewed with peas, and a
piece of oatmeal bread,” Klein said to the affordable coffee
shop’s owner.
“A total of 11 pence,” the boss said after a mental calculation.
Then he added, “The price of everything is rising now.”
Klein didn’t say anything. He took out a one-soli note from the
junk pile in Sefirah Castle and handed it to the boss.
He then found a seat by the window which wasn’t very greasy.
He took out a few pieces of tissue to line the table.
Following that, Klein placed a piece of letter paper on top of it
and took out a dark red fountain pen.
After watching the morning scenery and pedestrians, he finally
wrote:
“Dear Mr. Azik,
“I haven’t written to you for another month, because I had no
choice but to sleep for some time. This isn’t because I’m hurt,
but because the ritual requires it.
“When I woke up and walked into human society again, on the
streets, it suddenly reminded me of the life I had when I was in
Tingen.
“At that time, it was always very noisy in the morning. A large
number of citizens would leave their homes, rushing to the
factories or companies. The mobile peddlers gathered on the
street and peddled their vegetables, food, and fruits of
questionable quality. They were always cheap.
“I would always protect my wallet and carefully squeeze
through them before heading to the station and wait for the
public carriage with many people.
“I worked at the Blackthorn Security Company at 36
Zouteland Street, and had a group of good colleagues.
“Dunn Smith was the Captain, the supervisor there. He was an
experienced, kind, and responsible Beyonder. He had a mild
personality and was experienced in his job. He also cared for
all the members in the team, and his only flaw was his bad
memory. For matters which weren’t too important, he might
forget about it the moment he turned around. He often said
‘hold on, there’s still another thing.’ Of course, there was a
reason why: he had lost too many companions. He hoped that
they would all stay in his dreams, so he often became lost as to
which matter was reality and which belonged to dreams.
“Old Neil was my first mysticism teacher. The most useful
skill he taught me was expense claims. He always designed
strange ritualistic magic, hoping to obtain help from the
Goddess. Some of it succeeded, while others produced
ridiculous accidents. Until today, I can still recall them. He
was a very kind person. Even when he was seeking to fulfill
his everlasting dream, he didn’t wish to harm others.
“Leonard is a poet with his own secrets. At first, I thought he
was very mysterious, and a hidden expert that needed attention
to be placed on. Later, I realized that he was a crude, simple,
impulsive, rebellious, aloof, and rude young man.
Furthermore, he really doesn’t have any literary talent, so he
could only rely on memorizing things to complete the acting
requirement. Yes, he barely has some merits. He’s considered
rather brave, and he has sharp intuition and terrifying
reasoning abilities in certain matters. However, this is limited
to certain matters.
“Frye was a cold-looking Beyonder who no one dared to
approach. But in fact, he has a sense of responsibility and a
warm heart. He would always extend his hand when others
needed help.
“Kenley was very short. He used to be a civilian staff member,
and he then took the initiative to apply to become an official
member. He was quite smart, but he would never decline a
case. Every time he played cards, he would talk about his
fiancée.
“Rozanne is the receptionist at the Blackthorn Security
Company. She’s lively and lazy, and she’s loved by everyone.
To us, she’s like a younger sister. She also likes every single
one of us, but she also hates all the official members because
her father was once an official Beyonder who later died in the
course of duty. Perhaps, in her heart, official members were
equivalent to people who received a notice that they were
infected with a critical illness.
“Mrs. Orianna is an accountant, a victim of a supernatural
case. She’s delicate and gentle, and she pursues an exquisite
life. She usually doesn’t speak much, but she takes good care
of everyone and doesn’t make things difficult for us regarding
finances. For example, she rarely rejects Old Neil’s expense
claims—no matter how ridiculous the reason was. She would
only leave it to the Captain to make a decision.
“Ma’am Seeka Tron has rare natural white hair, and she’s an
unsuccessful author. She has an outstanding temperament and
a quiet personality. She doesn’t seem like a Beyonder who
fights at night. She’s also very brave and very firm. Even when
facing death, she doesn’t flinch.
“Ma’am Royale is very similar to Frye. They don’t talk much
but are very concerned about their colleagues. Yes, except at
the card table.
“Bredt is the best at writing reports among the clerks. He’s a
romantic gentleman. Even though he’s been married for fifteen
years, he still loves his wife very much. I think he’ll live a
good life because he lives by the maxim that the less he
knows, the longer he’ll live.
“Cesare Francis is our carriage driver. Despite being a civilian
staff member, he often encounters dangerous situations.
Therefore, the Captain handed over the matters regarding the
purchase of goods and applications to him. He doesn’t make
his presence known, and perhaps this is the key to his survival.
“I occasionally think about it. If it weren’t for the things that
happened later, I would definitely still be living in Tingen. I
would work on time every day. I’ll be on duty to man the
basement, and I would deal with the few cases that crop up
while playing cards with my colleagues. I would occasionally
accompany Melissa and Benson to watch a play or a circus
show. If I can come home early one day, I’ll study cooking.
That’s a huge hobby of mine. When the weekend comes, I
might come to visit you and talk about the history of various
fields…
“It’s a pity that life is always pushing us forward and making
us face changes.”
Chapter 1360 - Choice

1360 Choice
After Klein wrote down his impression of Tingen, he briefly
mentioned that he had completed the ritual to become a
Sequence 1 Attendant of Mysteries, as well as resolve one of
his long-time traumas—the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul.
He didn’t describe his predicament in detail, only seriously
discussing the mental problems that angels suffered.
Putting away the fountain pen and folding the paper, Klein
reached out to take out Azik’s copper whistle from Sefirah
Castle and blew at it.
Inside the cheap coffee shop, white bones spewed out like
fountains, forming a huge messenger.
The messenger then shrank his body, becoming only the height
of a normal person.
At the same time, it knelt down on one knee and stretched out
its palm.
“There’s no need to be afraid of me.” Upon seeing this, Klein
laughed. “It’s not like I would do anything to you?”
As he spoke, he picked up the letter and placed it in the
skeleton messenger’s hand.
The messenger nodded heavily a few times; it was unknown
what it was agreeing with.
Then, its body disintegrated, turning into bones that drilled
into the ground.
At this moment, the boss brought coffee, oatmeal bread, and
mutton stewed with peas.
As Klein enjoyed breakfast that wasn’t too delicious but was
filled with a bourgeois style, he looked out the window and
enjoyed the morning scenery without any reason. He admired
the pedestrians, carriages, trees, mist, food, and machinery that
made up the scene.
If there was no apocalypse, it’s best to be a Sequence 7
Beyonder to maintain the life in Tingen and live rather
leisurely while being capable of handling most cases. When
prepared, a Magician, who has many tricks up his sleeve,
won’t appear too weak when facing Sequence 6 and Sequence
5 Beyonders. As for Faceless and Marionettist, one can easily
get lost while acting. It’s relatively easy to lose control when
one advances, making it rather dangerous. Of course, if one
has a sealed Creeping Hunger, it would be perfect… Klein
casually thought as he recalled Creeping Hunger which had
landed in Amon’s hands.
He didn’t know how Amon would treat this Sealed Artifact,
but he only felt that an item of this level was of no value to an
Angel of Time. After playing for a while, “He” would
probably throw it into a secret “warehouse” in the darkness.
I wonder if there’s a chance to retrieve it. Just as this thought
flashed through Klein’s mind, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
This was because even if he could snatch Creeping Hunger
back from Amon’s hands, he would throw it into the junk pile,
making it wait to be bestowed to the Blessed or believers that
needed it.
This was no different from being in Amon’s hands.
Klein quickly diverted his attention.
I lost the mirror again.
Adam shouldn’t be interested in a mirror at the saint level.
Perhaps, I can get it back…
No, Arrodes seems to have been spewed out from the Chaos
Sea. In certain matters, it’s possible that it can be a medium…
Sigh, I only hope that Adam doesn’t damage it, and that I have
the time to retrieve it…
After becoming an Attendant of Mysteries and gaining a
deeper control of Sefirah Castle, Klein already possessed a
certain level of authority in the “Concealment” domain.
Whenever he was thinking about important matters, there
would always be a thin shadow around him that no one else
could see.
This was equivalent to the embryonic form of a divine
kingdom, the Realm of Mysteries.
Therefore, he dared to directly think of Adam’s name.
After sighing, Klein suddenly recalled something and
hurriedly got the Worms of Spirit on duty in Sefirah Castle, to
“Graft” a certain area in the spirit world he fixed when he
advanced over.
Immediately after, he finished the leftover mutton and the last
bit of oatmeal bread that he dipped into the soup. He finished
the coffee beside him.
After putting on his hat and standing up, Klein took a step
forward and entered the spirit world that corresponded to
Utopia.
Then, he removed the “Grafting” and returned to the ruins of
Utopia.
This was to use the abilities of “Grafting” and his ability to
freely enter the spirit world to indirectly achieve a
“Teleportation” effect. Of course, the prerequisite was that he
could locate the corresponding region in the spirit world. On
this point, as the owner of Sefirah Castle, Klein had a unique
advantage. As for Zaratul and the other Attendants of
Mysteries, they could only rely on “Their” preparations.
As soon as he stepped into the ruins of Utopia, Klein surveyed
the area and discovered that the collapsed houses and charred
corpses were shimmering with different colors.
They were the Beyonder characteristics inside the monster
marionettes, the wealth accumulated by Klein back in the
Forsaken Land of the Gods.
This might be useless to him, but he still had many believers
and Blessed that would gradually increase in numbers. As a
“deity,” he had to stock up some Beyonder characteristics in
order to bestow them.
Thankfully, the Lord of Storms didn’t take the opportunity to
sweep them away… As Klein silently muttered to himself, he
couldn’t help but thank Leodero.
…
East Chester County, inside the Hall family manor.
After the sun finally rose, the suffering people returned to their
rooms one after another to make up for their lack of sleep.
Only Alfred, Earl Hall’s personal bodyguards, the deacons,
and Nighthawks sent by the Church of Evernight to investigate
the reason behind the incident last night remained.
As Audrey used the golden retriever, Susie, to monitor the
development of the situation, she opened her bedroom door
and walked in.
Through the curtains and the weak sunlight in the room, a
figure sat quietly on a high stool like a large doll.
It was a huge, snow-white rabbit.
Audrey’s brows twitched as she whispered, “Mr. Wrath.”
This was Mr. Wrath from the Psychology Alchemists that had
pursued the mind dragon, Ariehogg. It was suspected to be one
of Hermes’s identities.
As she spoke, Audrey reached out her hand and closed the
door.
And with this action, the back of her hand flashed with a star-
like crimson tattoo.
“I’m sorry; I made use of you.” When the door closed, the
giant white rabbit took the initiative to say, “However, I might
have been used by someone else as well.”
Audrey thought of the opening of the doors and windows in
the middle of the night and took two steps forward. She
replied in thought, “There’s no need to apologize. Just don’t
disturb me in the future.”
She was tactfully expressing that she wanted to leave the
Psychology Alchemists, hoping that no one would come
looking for her again.
The huge white rabbit stared at her with its bright red eyes for
a few seconds and said, “Your previous wish was to protect
your parents and family, but don’t you think that you’ve been
embroiled in too much trouble? The danger that you’ve
brought them is greater than the help you provide?”
Audrey fell silent. She didn’t speak for a long time.
“Normally speaking, a saint can indeed allow the family and
family to gain more safety, but the premise is that they do not
involve themselves in the struggle between angels or deities.
Or perhaps, they are part of a powerful organization that can
be relied on in the true sense of the word.” Upon saying this,
the huge white rabbit slowly said, “I have two gifts to express
my apology. You can choose one.”
“Two?” Audrey asked in a low voice.
The giant white rabbit nodded, its ears constantly wiggling.
“One is to truly become Miss Pride of the Psychology
Alchemists. We can ignore all your other secrets and tacitly
allow your other operations—as long as you don’t reveal our
matters and bring danger to the Psychology Alchemists. Of
course, there will be a certain disadvantage. You will shoulder
the burden of certain matters and might be embroiled in quite a
bit of trouble. The only difference is that you will receive a lot
of help and be rescued in time.”
“What about the second one?” Audrey had no intention of
getting compensation from the Psychology Alchemists. To not
have the secret organization disturb her again was the best
form of apology.
Furthermore, she suspected that Mr. Wrath’s true intention
behind “His” apology was just another form of exploitation.
The huge white rabbit answered calmly, “I can help you divide
another identity for you so that ‘she’ can stay by your family
and provide them with some protection and emotional
comfort. As for you, you will stay away from them and live on
in this world with another identity.
“This way, your troubles will not affect the people you want to
protect.
“In the supernatural world, under certain circumstances,
distancing yourself is the best form of love and protection.”
Audrey fell silent once again as her green eyes seemed like a
still lake.
“You don’t need to answer me at once. Or you can combine
the two methods.” The giant white rabbit got off the high stool
and stood up. “You know how to get into the Garden of Eden.”
As it spoke, its figure gradually disappeared into the sea of
collective subconscious.
…
Bayam, in a room in the Church of the Sea God.
The Oracle, Danitz, dressed in a gorgeous robe, sat on a chair,
silently looking at Alger Wilson.
The sleepiness from waking up in the middle of the night was
gone from the fright.
The cardinal of the Church of Storms actually wanted to defect
to the Church of the Sea God!
This was a huge matter in the field of religion, in the world of
mysticism and international politics!
Even though he only had a rough understanding of the Church
of Storms, Danitz believed that with their style in handling
matters, they definitely wouldn’t let this matter go. Perhaps a
calamity was already on its way to the entire Rorsted
Archipelago to destroy it.
Furthermore, a cardinal is definitely highly valued by the Lord
of Storms. Alger’s betrayal might attract a god’s punishment at
any time… The more Danitz thought about it, the more he
trembled, afraid that he would be affected.
This made him recall a saying from his hometown:
“Don’t be near people abandoned by the gods.”
This was because those guys might get implicated when
lightning smote down.
If not for the fact that Gehrman Sparrow had sent me a
message in the name of being Mr. Fool’s attendant to help me
settle Alger Wilson in, I would’ve already tied up this ticking
bomb and sent him back to the Church of the Lord of
Storms… The more afraid Danitz was, the more he couldn’t
help but mutter inwardly.
Of course, he was just letting his thoughts run wild. He didn’t
even consider their difference in strength.
After a while, someone knocked on his door.
Danitz jumped up and quickly walked to the door, opening a
crack.
“Any results?” he asked in a low voice.
The intel supervisor of the Church of the Sea God said simply,
“Lord Oracle, the Church of Storms has switched cardinals.”
“What about the original one?” Danitz pressed in surprise.
“It’s said that he was transferred back to their headquarters,”
the intel supervisor recounted what he learned from some of
the servants at the Cathedral of Waves.
Transferred back to their headquarters… As Danitz was
confused, a grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of
him.
He heard Mr. Fool’s words:
“From this day forth, Alger shall wear a mask and become the
pontiff of the Church of the Sea God.”
Chapter 1361 - Joint Operation

1361 Joint Operation

Pontiff… Danitz jumped in fright, nearly unable to believe the
revelation he had received.
If it wasn’t for the fact that this order directly came from Mr.
Fool, he would have definitely cursed.
Of course, if the person opposite him was Gehrman Sparrow,
he would suck it up.
“Lord Oracle, is there anything else?” The intel supervisor of
the Church of the Sea God saw that Lord Danitz’s expression
was rather odd. This left him a little afraid.
Danitz retracted his thoughts and forced a smile.
“Pay close attention to the development at the Cathedral of
Waves.”
“Yes, Lord Oracle.” The intel supervisor heaved a sigh of
relief and hurriedly bowed to bid farewell.
Danitz turned his head and looked at Alger Wilson as he said
with a brilliant smile, “Mr. Fool has already issued a
revelation.”
Alger didn’t hesitate. He immediately stood up and pressed his
right palm against his left chest.
Danitz straightened his back and solemnly said, “God said that
from this day forth, Alger shall wear a mask and become the
pontiff of the Church of the Sea God.”
“Mr. Fool’s will is my will!” Alger couldn’t hide his smile as
he bowed.
Half of his smile was for Danitz to see, showing his humility,
while the other half was from the bottom of his heart. This was
because the revelation meant two things:
Mr. Fool and the Lord of Storms had reached a certain
agreement. With a tacit understanding, his betrayal would no
longer be pursued. Of course, he had to wear masks and use a
fake name to prevent humiliation to the Church of Storms.
Becoming the pontiff of the Church of the Sea God was a
critical step to reaching the throne of Sea God.
From Alger’s point of view, this meant that he had officially
become Mr. Fool’s subordinate. In the future, be it the
exchange for the identity of Sea God or being the leader of the
Church of The Fool, there would be plenty of opportunities.
As for Mr. Fool, “He” was a great existence that was at the
same level as a true god, or even higher. How could “His”
proxy not be an angel?
After the bow, Alger waited patiently for Oracle Danitz to
bring him a silver-black mask.
He received the mask and wore it solemnly.
…
While wearing a red glove, Leonard strolled along the shores
of Midseashire, enjoying the Ru0026R earned from closing a
supernatural case.
As for the mysterious opening of doors and windows last
night, he had already received the orders from the Holy
Cathedral not to pursue it through investigations or learn more
about the matter.
Regarding this order, Leonard couldn’t do anything about it
because he had long learned the general truth from Old Man
Pallez Zoroast:
Mr. Door had returned to the real world, and Angel of Time
Amon took the opportunity to steal “His” apotheosis ritual and
advance to Sequence 0 Error. Almost at the same time, Mr.
Fool awakened further. Through Sefirah Castle, “He” had
briefly and weakly connected to Beyonders of the Seer,
Apprentice, and Marauder pathways.
As an angel of the Marauder pathway, Pallez Zoroast was
undoubtedly able to sense the changes in Amon’s
corresponding authority and “His” apotheosis. “He” also
discovered that Sefirah Castle had established a connection
with “Him.”
“Old Man, Amon has already advanced to Sequence 0. You
shouldn’t be of much use to ‘Him’ now. Why do you still want
to Parasitize my body?” Leonard took in the fresh morning air
as he suppressed his voice and asked with a hint of concern
and confusion.
In his mind, Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
“Naive.
“Do you think that you don’t need my guidance anymore after
becoming a saint and having mastered a lot of mysticism
knowledge?”
“You can choose to teach me face-to-face,” Leonard said after
some deliberation.
To him, having an angel “Parasitizing” his body was both a
boon and bane for him.
The good thing was that even if he encountered a real
Mythical Creature, he wouldn’t be completely defenseless. As
long as he softly shouted “Old Man,” the problem might be
resolved. In addition, history and various rare mysticism
knowledge from the Fourth Epoch were also rather useful.
The greatest disadvantage was that his life was in the hands of
the Parasite. If the other party had any evil intentions, he
couldn’t stop it.
This question was once Leonard’s greatest worry, but it wasn’t
too problematic now. This was because Mr. Fool’s awakening
was deepening, allowing “Him” to completely suppress Pallez
Zoroast. Furthermore, Leonard had also become a high-
ranking deacon of the Church of Evernight. He would
definitely be under the watch of the Evernight Goddess, and he
could even be specially marked by “Her.” Under such
circumstances, it was impossible for a deity with the
“Concealment” authority to not discover Pallez Zoroast. If Old
Man had any nefarious thoughts, he would’ve been resolved
long ago.
What Leonard was most vexed about was that many things
weren’t too convenient as a result.
Although he was already used to having an old man
“Parasitizing” his body, and he would even casually chat with
him while on the toilet, he still preferred having that time to
himself in such situations.
Therefore, he felt that having Old Man leave his body, and
letting “Him” live in his house like an elder would be a better
way of getting along with “Him.” When he needed to deal
with more dangerous matters, he could get Old Man to
temporarily “Parasitize” him.
Upon hearing Leonard’s suggestion, Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
“Are you still thinking about removing the “Parasitizing”
when you return home, and ‘Parasitize’ when out?
“Do you think I’m your bodyguard?”
Leonard laughed dryly before saying, “If you haven’t fully
recovered and wish to continue ‘Parasitizing,’ I have no
objections.”
Pallez Zoroast fell silent for two seconds before his slightly-
aged voice resounded in Leonard’s mind.
“Next up is actually the most dangerous period. For the
position of the Lord of the Mysteries, The Fool and Amon will
definitely have a battle. When the time comes, under the
influence of all kinds of Beyonder characteristics, angels of
the same pathway might be affected. Heh, it’s better to be kept
under the protection of Evernight’s gaze.
“When the Lord of the Mysteries is born, I won’t even bother
with you even if you were to beg me to be ‘Parasitized’!”
Leonard was slightly taken aback as he subconsciously
repeated the name.
“Lord of the Mysteries?”
“This isn’t something you can fully understand. Of course,
with me around, there’s no need to worry,” Pallez Zoroast
sighed and said with pride.
Leonard was just about to take the opportunity to ask when he
suddenly saw a Red Gloves team member running over with a
telegram.
“Reverend, a telegram from the Holy Cathedral,” the team
member said respectfully.
Leonard nodded slightly and received the telegram. He quickly
scanned it.
“Head to the Southern Continent and participate in the
besieging of the Rose School of Thought.”
Southern Continent… Rose School of Thought… Leonard
narrowed down to two keywords.
He quickly returned to the largest cathedral in this city and
used large-scale ritualistic magic to establish a connection with
the Holy Cathedral. In his dream, he met the Pope, Ma’am
Arianna, and other high-ranking officials.
After a simple exchange, Leonard roughly understood the
essence of the mission:
The various orthodox Churches would delegate three to four
demigods to head to the Southern Continent to besiege the
Rose School of Thought which had become very active after
the world war.
This was a long-term mission. As the Rose School of
Thought’s demigods knew how to hide their tracks, they did
things in a rather secretive manner, they weren’t easy to locate
or lock onto. It wasn’t easy to deal with them either.
According to what the Pope had said, it was already
considered quite good to see enough results within three years.
During this process, the Holy Cathedral would observe the
situation and rotate demigods to ensure that the archbishops
and high-ranking deacons were in a relatively stable mental
state.
After leaving the dream, Leonard looked around and
suppressed his voice.
“Old Man, things are a little strange. Why would the various
Churches suddenly target the Rose School of Thought?”
This wasn’t an easy task. In the past few centuries, it wasn’t as
if the orthodox Churches hadn’t made similar attempts, but
they could only suppress and weaken them, without being
capable of eradicating the Rose School of Thought.
On the one hand, it was because there were cracks in their
alliances. There was suspicion among each other and a lack of
cooperation. On the other hand, due to the Rose School of
Thought’s demigods’ indulgence, their mental states might be
abnormal, but when faced with danger, they knew how to
avoid, hide, and conceal. They wouldn’t throw themselves into
danger for no reason.
In addition, with the blessings of the Chained God and the
Mother Tree of Desire, it was difficult for the deities to
provide precise guidance for their actions.
Pallez Zoroast didn’t immediately answer Leonard’s question.
After about ten seconds, “He” sighed and said with a slightly-
aged voice, “This is to eliminate potential threats, and to
prepare for the apocalypse.”
Prepare for the apocalypse… Leonard turned agape and
wanted to say something, but he eventually fell silent.
…
Backlund, Harvest Church.
Emlyn White had just entered the hall, but before he could
head to his room and change his clothes, he saw Father
Utravsky stand up in the front pew, like a mountain rising
from the ground.
“Earth Mother has instructed us to head to the Southern
Continent and bury the evil-doers.” The Blessed spoke in a
low voice.
His voice reverberated in the hall, like a slow clap of thunder,
causing the praying Sanguine believers to open their eyes.
So the dream last night was real… Emlyn was enlightened.
Last night, he dreamed of the Ancestor, and he dreamed that
“She” wanted him to work with Father Utravsky and the Rose
School of Thought’s temperance faction to head to the
Southern Continent to deal with the Rose School of Thought
members who believed in the Primordial Moon.
Of course, if there was a chance, the enemies who believed in
the Mother Tree of Desire would not be spared.
As he often had fake revelations, Emlyn didn’t take this dream
to heart. He planned on changing his clothes and completing
his prayers before seeking confirmation with Father Utravsky.
He tersely acknowledged before replying to Father Utravsky
in a rather composed manner.
“There’s no rush.
“I’ll first contact the members of the Rose School of
Thought’s temperance faction.”
Father Utravsky nodded nonchalantly and said, “Select some
volunteer Sanguine too.”
…
In the Intis Republic, in the capital, Trier, a supervisor of an
intelligence agency was assigning tasks to his subordinates.
Suddenly, his vision blurred as he heard a distant voice ring in
his ears.
“Orville… Dylan… Orville… Dylan…”
Chapter 1362 - Witness

1362 Witness
As a Beyonder who joined the Intis Public Security Bureau as
a member of the Secret Order, it wasn’t the first time that
Antoine encountered something like that.
In the past, whenever he advanced, he would hear “Hornacis…
Flegrea… Hornacis… Flegrea…” He nearly lost control of
himself several times.
Unlike before, the content of the whispers seemed to have
changed.
After the ravings died down, everything in front of him
returned to normal. Antoine frowned and muttered to himself,
My mental state has been very stable recently, and I haven’t
consumed the potion or attempted to advance. Why would I
hear the whispers of a secret existence?
This doesn’t seem to be the same as before…
What does Orville mean? I lack enough information. I can’t
understand it at all…
Dylan, Dylan, yes, the brass of the Order have mentioned that
our mysterious and terrifying leader once hid an ancient castle
called Dylan…
Tsk, once I recall that existence, I can’t help but shiver.
Although “He” has returned to normal in the past two years,
the terrifying legends and physical destruction that “He” left
behind is enough to give people a lifetime of nightmares…
Antoine calmed himself down and suppressed his puzzlement.
He continued to assign missions to his subordinates.
…
In front of a tombstone, Klein, who had just put down the
white flowers, turned his head slightly, as though he was
listening to something.
Although he didn’t hear anything, as a King of Angels who
wielded control over a portion of his pathway’s authority, he
could acutely sense that something was amiss. Some secret
information was being transmitted to specific targets.
Zaratul isn’t completely dead yet? Klein retracted his gaze and
muttered to himself.
Back then, he had relied on his level, status, and authority to
forcefully stop Zaratul’s resurrection. He didn’t sense anything
abnormal, but after studying himself, he realized something
problematic.
The Beyonder characteristic he had absorbed from Zaratul was
one that contained an entire set of Sequence 9 to 1 Beyonder
characteristics.
That also meant that this only included a single Miracle
Invoker Beyonder characteristic.
And Snake of Fate Will Auceptin had mentioned that Zaratul
and the ancestor of the Antigonus family had both taken an
additional Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic in “Them.”
Therefore, the reality of the situation was that there was no
doubt that there was an additional Miracle Invoker Beyonder
characteristic on Zaratul which had vanished. As for whether
there were any additional Beyonder characteristics like
Scholar of Yore and Bizarro Sorcerer, Klein had no way of
guessing due to his lack of understanding of Zaratul.
Based on this situation, Klein had long suspected that Zaratul
wasn’t completely dead.
Of course, if the other party wanted to revive, it wouldn’t be
that simple. This was because using too simple a method
would result in a lack of concealment. It would definitely be
discovered by the higher Sequence Beyonders of the same
pathway, and thus, an effective prevention method would be
set up.
When Zaratul was able to separate a Sequence 2 Beyonder
characteristic from “Himself,” “He” was undoubtedly a
Sequence 1 Attendant of Mysteries. There weren’t many
enemies that could restrain “Him”—ones that had to be dealt
with using the most cautious of attitudes.
Therefore, Klein believed that “He” had used the portion of
the Beyonder characteristics that “He” had dissociated from
himself to seize an opportunity. However, it wasn’t to directly
use it to revive. Instead, it was a way to make plenty of
preparations. “He” needed an opportunity or some mediums to
make the preparations play out.
From the looks of it, “He” hid that portion of the Beyonder
characteristic that contained the Miracle Invoker Beyonder
characteristic in a particular manner and concealed it carefully.
Otherwise, when I advanced to Attendant of Mysteries, I
should’ve been able to use Sefirah Castle to directly see it…
Yes, the next step should be to use some concealed method to
guide or entice a specific target to revive “Him.” Heh, “He”
hasn’t accommodated a Uniqueness, so “He” can’t “broadcast
on all channels.” Besides, “He” has to be sure that the
advanced me or Amon doesn’t hear the corresponding content
and spoil “His” plans. Therefore, the number of targets “He”
can entice is rather limited… All members of the Secret Order,
or a portion of the members? Klein, who was genuflecting,
nodded in thought.
He exhaled and grumbled without hiding anything.
Why are High-Sequence Beyonders of the Seer pathway so
difficult to kill?
There were all sorts of preparations and trump cards.
This made him truly understand why the Goddess didn’t
directly kill the ancestor of the Antigonus family.
For The Half-Fool, death might mean a new lease of life!
However, an intricate and complicated setup often means that
the ability to take risks is inferior. Who knows if Zaratul’s
resurrection plan will benefit some lucky Secret Order
member. The possibility of this happening might even be
higher than “Him” returning from the fog of history. Also,
there’s a chance of being interfered, influenced, or exploited
by the Outer Deities… Klein sneered inwardly as he slowly
stood up.
He temporarily didn’t have any thoughts of finding the
Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic. This was because,
under the immense pressure brought by Error Amon, he had
no choice but to seize the opportunity to strengthen his
humanity and stabilize his mental state. He had to head to
Calderón City in the spirit world to retrieve the river water of
the River of Eternal Darkness, so as to accommodate The
Fool’s Uniqueness. He had no time to waste on non-urgent
matters.
By the time he successfully advanced and restored a new
balance for the situation he was in, he didn’t mind heading to
Intis and dealing with the members of the Secret Order in
search of the hidden treasure vault that Zaratul had hidden.
This would completely put the angel who had lived since the
Fourth Epoch to eternal rest.
He reined in his thoughts and lowered his head to look at the
tombstone in front of him. Klein slowly retreated, inserted his
hand into his pocket, and turned to the side to enter the spirit
world.
In recent times, he was like a tourist in mysticism.
Occasionally, he would return to where he used to be, and
occasionally, under the guidance of fate, he would casually
travel around the spirit world, heading to different realities to
witness different scenes.
As a result, his self-awareness and self-consciousness
gradually recovered and solidified. He was now able to use his
anchors to suppress the awakening will of the Celestial Worthy
to a certain extent.
This made his mind a lot more stable than when he met the
Evernight Goddess.
In the spirit world—the saturated layers that resembled an
abstract oil painting—Klein wandered aimlessly as he walked
a few steps in a direction that wasn’t in the usual meaning of
the word direction.
Following the guidance of fate and spirituality, he left this
place and returned to the real world.
The first thing that appeared before him was a small square
and a cathedral belonging to the Evernight Goddess.
At this moment, many people were entering the cathedral,
looking delighted.
I’m back in Backlund? Klein looked up at the sun that
penetrated the thin clouds and followed the crowd to the
cathedral’s door.
The moment he passed the entrance, his gaze suddenly froze.
He saw Benson.
Benson Moretti.
The black-haired, brown-eyed man’s face looked somewhat
similar to Klein’s. However, the slightly older-looking man
had his hair combed neatly backward, revealing his broad
forehead.
He stood beside the altar, wearing a well-ironed suit, looking a
little nervous.
Klein stared for two seconds before quickly looking away.
Following that, he swept his gaze across the front pew and saw
Melissa in a white, conservative dress.
Compared to before, the young lady’s face no longer had that
adolescent look on it. There was more meat to her face,
making her no longer look so skinny.
She kept chatting with the people around her, skillfully
handling all kinds of matters and socializing.
She still dresses in such an old-fashioned manner. Thankfully,
she didn’t wear black… The corners of Klein’s lips curled up
as he mumbled. He walked to a corner of the cathedral and
found a seat to sit down.
About ten minutes later, Melissa finished her work and sat in
her seat.
The joyous music started to play as it gradually turned solemn.
A lady wearing a clean, white wedding gown held her father’s
arm in one hand and held her mother’s arm with her other. She
walked down the aisle towards the altar.
Benson, who was standing near the altar, gulped a mouthful of
saliva and couldn’t help but smile.
This was his wedding.
Klein, who was in the corner, saw this scene and leaned back a
little. He lowered his head slightly and muttered, “He smiles
like a curly-haired baboon…”
After the bride was brought to the front of the altar by her
parents, she bowed to Benson before facing the Sacred
Emblem and the priest.
Benson bowed and turned around.
After the bride’s parents sat down, the priest said, “Dear
friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and
celebrate the union of this couple in marriage under the
auspices of the benevolent Goddess.
“Praise the Lady.” All the guests present raised their right
hands as long as they were believers of the Evernight Goddess
before drawing four points in a clockwise fashion, drawing out
a star.
This included Klein.
When everyone settled down, the priest turned his head and
said to the bride, “Do you, Lucy Brook, take Benson Moretti
to be your lawfully wedded husband, promising to love and
cherish, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and
whatever challenges you may face, for as long as you both
shall live?”
The lady named Lucy looked at the Evernight Goddess’s
Sacred Emblem and nodded solemnly.
“I do.”
Benson’s smile reappeared.
The priest turned to look at him and said, “Do you, Benson
Moretti, take Lucy Brook to be your lawfully wedded wife,
promising to love and cherish, through joy and sorrow,
sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face,
for as long as you both shall live?”
Benson immediately nodded and said, “I do!”
Upon seeing this and hearing him, Melissa’s vision turned
blurry. Her heart winced along with joy.
After going through all sorts of ups and downs, their family
was finally welcoming a new member.
Suddenly, she turned her head subconsciously to the corner
and saw an empty seat. There was no one there.
Melissa immediately pursed her lips and shook her head
slightly.
After scanning the area for several seconds, she slowly
retracted her gaze and looked back at the altar.
It wasn’t until the priest announced that Benson and Lucy
were man and wife did Melissa smile again.
…
In the Hall family manor in East Chester County, Klein walked
out of the void.
He had stabilized his mind, and could now seek treatment
from his psychiatrist. At the same time, he needed to solve a
problem.
Chapter 1363 - Treatment Plan

1363 Treatment Plan

On the veranda covered by the autumn sun, Audrey wore a
refreshing vacation straw hat and sat on a lawn chair as she
leisurely flipped through a fashion magazine.
There were exquisite pastries and a cup of black tea made
from tea leaves from her family’s manor on the round table
beside her.
Suddenly, she looked up to the edge of the veranda and saw
Gehrman Sparrow walking over in a black trench coat and silk
top hat.
Audrey turned her head and glanced at her maid, Annie, and
realized that she, like the servants around her, ignored the
stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.
At the same time, Audrey noticed that the surroundings
seemed to darken a little.
She stood up, lifting the corners of her skirt as she curtsied.
During this process, she had originally planned on seriously
discussing the matter between the Psychology Alchemists and
Mr. Wrath, but on second thought, she smiled again and said in
that infectious and brisk tone, “Mr. World, are you here to seek
psychological counseling, or to deal with Mr. Wrath’s
problem?”
If it was just the former, Audrey believed that The World
Gehrman Sparrow would let her meet him above the gray fog.
That would be more convenient and faster. Therefore, this
angel was definitely here under Mr. Fool’s instructions to
complete a mission in the real world.
At the same time, she acutely sensed that Mr. World’s
emotions were rather mixed. He was satisfied and happy, yet
depressed and sad.
As Gehrman Sparrow’s main doctor, this situation wasn’t rare.
It often meant that he needed a certain degree of counseling or
comfort.
“Both.” Klein pulled a chair over and sat by the round table.
“Do you want black tea or coffee?” Although Audrey hadn’t
taken the initiative to investigate Mr. World, she had met
Dwayne Dantès many times before. They had attended
meetings, banquets, and dances together, and under the keen
observation of a Spectator, many details weren’t secrets.
For example, Audrey knew that when Dwayne Dantès was
Gehrman Sparrow, he preferred food that was sweet with a
little sourness. He liked to drink coffee with sugar without
milk; for black tea, he loved having lemon slices; out of all the
pastries, his first choice was the cream pastries. He loved foie
gras, roasted chicken skin, and loved rib-eye steaks more than
beef tenderloin. His love for Desi pie far exceeded bread.
In addition, Audrey was undoubtedly certain that the other
party was a spice enthusiast. He had high expectations of
condiments, and his preferences in this aspect were inclined
towards that of Desi County.
Due to these details, Audrey believed that it would be very
rude to not invite Mr. World to enjoy the pastries on the table.
And the beverage of choice to match these snacks was
undoubtedly either black tea or coffee.
“Black tea,” Klein answered after some thought.
Miss Justice’s relaxed and amiable attitude made him feel
much more at ease. He felt that this state would be more
beneficial for the subsequent “Placating.”
Since that was the case, it would definitely be better for him to
enjoy the pastries while receiving psychological treatment.
“Give me another cup of black tea and add a lemon slice,”
Audrey said to her maid, Annie.
Annie wasn’t surprised by the instructions, finding everything
reasonable. She turned around and walked to the veranda’s
entrance, giving instructions to the servants standing there.
Audrey wasn’t in a rush to begin the psychological treatment
process, nor did she ask Mr. World why he was in a
complicated mood. She smiled as she carefully introduced the
local products of the manor. She made a comparison with
Dwayne Dantès’s Maygur Manor and naturally informed him
of the present situation regarding his butler and servants.
Some stayed in the manor and continued their previous work.
With Maygur Manor’s production, it was perfectly fine
sustaining them. There was even some surplus that could be
converted to funds to repair the houses and be donated to
charity organizations. Audrey only sent an accountant, an
assistant butler, and a staff member from the foundation to do
a check on them. Some felt that, without a true employer, they
couldn’t play their role to their fullest potential. They felt
ashamed of the salary they received and chose to resign and
look for work. Some of them developed an interest in charity
work and found a new calling to life and joined one of the
foundations under Audrey’s name…
Klein listened silently, occasionally raising a question, as
though he was chatting with a friend.
When the tea was served, he took a sip and nodded in
satisfaction.
After watching him eat a piece of cream cake, Audrey’s green
eyes darted around as she said with a smile, “Food doesn’t
seem to be necessary for an angel, right?”
“Yes, it’s just a hobby,” Klein answered simply before adding,
“It can be used to maintain one’s humanity.”
Maintain one’s humanity… Audrey ruminated over the
sentence. “This is to resist the godhood within you? Your
mental problems come under such a category?”
She gently guided the topic to his psychological treatment.
Klein nodded slightly and said, “That’s right.
“You should’ve experienced it. Every Beyonder who has
obtained godhood will definitely experience it in some way.
The difference is in the quantity.”
Audrey seriously recalled and said, “I occasionally dream of a
ball of light that illuminated the entire world. Occasionally, I
would hear an indescribable sound, and I would see a blurry,
strange, illusory ocean that seemed to contain many
conflicting thoughts. I’m certain that it was an illusion, but it
was also so real.
“Well, I occasionally dream of a huge cross. I heard someone
praying softly but I couldn’t tell the specifics no matter how I
tried.”
The second is likely from the sefirah, Chaos Sea, and the
indirect corruption from within. The third is Visionary Adam
beginning to exert influence on the Beyonders of the same
pathway… The first one is the Primordial One awakening in
the ancient sun god’s body, the ancient God Almighty? Klein
thought for a moment before saying in a deep voice, “The
original Creator created all living things and also split into
various Beyonder characteristics. This is the source of being
extraordinary.
“Therefore, every one of us has godhood in our bodies. They
have the original Creator’s will. The more Beyonder
characteristics gathered, the more ‘He’ will awaken and
replace us.”
He used the most common and most ambiguous method to
explain the root of the problem in a way that wouldn’t lead to
corruption.
This had been discussed to a certain extent at the Tarot Club,
so Audrey didn’t find it difficult to understand. She said
thoughtfully, “That’s why one needs to use one’s humanity to
resist godhood. At the same time, anchors are needed?”
“Yes, the light you dream of, the indescribable sounds you
hear, and the illusory ocean that you see are all a type of
corruption. And the gigantic cross and prayer sounds should
be a result of the influence that Visionary Adam has on the
Beyonders of the same pathway,” Klein explained the two
different situations.
Audrey subconsciously sat up straight and looked around. She
appeared a little afraid.
Gehrman Sparrow actually said the name of the He-Who-
Must-Not-Be-Named!
“Don’t worry. ‘He’ can’t hear me with me by your side,” Klein
explained.
Audrey retracted her gaze and didn’t hide her surprise and
astonishment.
“You’ve already advanced to Sequence 1?”
Isn’t that too fast… “He” had only become a Sequence 2 angel
slightly more than half a year ago!
Klein answered frankly, “More like a King of Angels.”
“…” Audrey was silent for a few seconds. She pursed her lips
and said with a “vexed” smile, “I nearly had a psychological
problem just now.”
Klein chuckled as well.
“To me, becoming a King of Angels isn’t necessarily a good
thing.
“Yes, High-Sequence Beyonders of the Spectator pathway
have to pay particular attention to their mental state. To other
pathways, the enhancement of godhood and the worsening
corruption is rather obvious. But this isn’t the case for a
Spectator. You have to constantly inspect and check yourself.
Any tiny changes to one’s personality and their understanding
of things should be traced back to the source. It must be
confirmed that there are no problems and that the difference
can be considered a normal change. Otherwise, you’ll
unknowingly become another person who can coldly kill those
who you originally wanted to protect.
“It’s not easy for Beyonders of the Spectator pathway to go
crazy, but it’s also the easiest for them to go crazy.”
Audrey replied in shock, “I understand.”
She continued the topic and began asking, “Your mental state
is unstable, and you have a psychological problem. Is it
because you became a King of Angels in such a short period
of time that it exceeded your expectations?”
“Yes.” Klein drank a mouthful of black tea and said, “The will
that doesn’t belong to me within me has mostly awakened. I
can only barely suppress it and maintain some basic level of
mental stability.”
As Audrey listened to Gehrman Sparrow’s description, she
used her Beyonder powers to observe and analyze him.
After the other party finished speaking, she revealed a
comforting smile and said, “I roughly understand your current
situation. The initial treatment plan is divided into two steps:
I’ll first enter your mind world and awaken the memories
related to your humanity. Oh, it doesn’t include the kind that
will make you so miserable that you wish to give up. Then,
when your godhood reacts, I’ll use Placate, Hypnotism, and
other Beyonder powers to reduce the corruption and the
negative effects it brings, so as to help you better suppress it.”
Klein was silent for a moment before saying, “Okay.”
He decided to use his unique trait of maintaining lucidity in
the dream and the mind world, and first gather up the
memories related to The Fool before “Grafting” them to the
Worms of Spirit above the gray fog.
At that moment, Audrey got her maid, Annie, to bring over a
white silk scarf.
Then, she used the thin scarf to cover her eyes and ears.
Klein watched this scene in puzzlement as he waited for Miss
Justice to explain.
After tying the scarf, Audrey smiled and said, “This is a
hypnotism that allows me to seal my Spirit Body’s perception.
“This way, even if I were to enter your mind world, I wouldn’t
be able to hear or see those awakened memories. Of course,
I’ll keep my spiritual intuition; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able
to find your island of consciousness, and I wouldn’t be able to
sense the changes in your godhood.
“I could’ve just hypnotized you, but you’re already a King of
Angels. I’m worried that I’ll be affected by your
consciousness, so I’m using this symbolic ritual to achieve the
state of being hypnotized and strengthen the effects.”
She calmly explained, calming Klein’s mood without him
realizing it.
He nodded gently and said, “Alright, let’s begin.”
Chapter 1364 - Proactive Klein

1364 Proactive Klein

After opening the “door” to the Body of Heart and Mind,
Klein carefully extracted the memories related to The Fool. He
gathered them together and “Grafted” them above the gray
fog.
Following that, he saw the blonde-haired Audrey, who had a
light white silk scarf covering her eyes, appear on the ancient
stone steps. Step by step, she landed onto his mind island via
the sea of collective subconscious.
After some hesitation, Klein no longer allowed his
consciousness to stay high in the sky. He gave up the
corresponding control and allowed them to return and fuse
together.
If he didn’t do that, he would maintain absolute rationality in
the subsequent treatment, making him unable to be moved by
all kinds of memories and lose the possibility of strengthening
his humanity.
This meant that Audrey’s treatment was destined to fail right
from the start.
After arriving at the mind island that resembled a dream world
using her spiritual intuition, Audrey stopped and spread her
arms slightly.
She recalled her parents’ love for her, the excitement she felt
when she first became a Beyonder, and the joy she felt after
helping others to change her emotions and emit corresponding
fluctuations.
This was a method of awakening Gehrman Sparrow’s
memories related to his humanity. It was a Beyonder
manifestation of the effects of “empathy.”
Scenes that were worth cherishing, or those hiding deep
within, flashed across Audrey’s mind one after another.
Beneath her feet, from the surface of the island that
represented Klein’s mind, firefly-like light points seeped out of
the “soil” and floated up.
Every point of light presented a different scene:
“A kid taking a stride forward with his short legs, receiving an
ice-cream;
“A student secretly reading novels and comics under the cover
of a textbook.”
“A teenager sitting in front of his computer and playing games
with full focus. Hearing the sound of a key suddenly being
inserted into a keyhole, he jumped up and performed a force
shutdown on his computer. Rushing back to his room, happy
that his actions weren’t discovered, he had a bounce in his
step. Going to the living room, he asked his mother for pocket
money, before appearing beside his father to casually ask
questions about his studies;
“A young adult and his companions pushing a bashful friend
to the corridor, right up to the person he had a crush on. Then,
turning around, he laughed loudly;
“A young adult with some hint of adolescence to him stealing
a glance downstairs, watching a figure leave, but unable to
open his mouth no matter what;
“An employee with a slightly protruding belly waving his
hand impatiently when he returned home for the holidays.
After telling his parents not to serve him food or set up blind
dates for him, he sees his parents’ white hair and loses himself
in thought when he calmed down;
“A scholarly-looking man and his brother and sister moving
out. When they saw the dirt and dust on each other’s faces,
they laughed;
“…”
Klein sat at the round table at the veranda, one hand holding
his top hat and the other hanging in midair, as though he
wanted to cover his face.
Two transparent drops of water slowly slid past the two sides
of his nose bridge and dripped into the void.
Klein closed his eyes, his expression soft and pained.
In his mind island, Audrey seemed to have transformed into a
whirlpool of emotions as she pulled together similar
memories.
After the entire island was covered in firefly-like points of
light, a faint gray fog emerged.
In the fog, there was a door of light that was dyed bluish-
black. It was formed from illusory and brilliant spherical light.
The main body of each spherical light was composed of
transparent, ringed, or starlight-like worms and insects. They
embraced each other and intertwined like mythical creatures.
The door of light looked a little odd at first glance, but if one
looked closely, they would discover that its surroundings were
dark. It was as though it was wearing a hooded black robe.
Thus, on a whole, it looked like an unknown mysterious
person hiding under a robe.
In the next second, a slippery, illusory tentacle appeared under
the deep black robe of the mysterious person.
At that moment, although Audrey’s consciousness couldn’t see
or hear anything, her spiritual intuition gave her a strong sense
of danger. She had a feeling that a sea consisting of corruption
was about to drown her.
No, this isn’t an illusion! She believed that if things continued
to develop like this, she would get infected with a severe
mental illness, or even lose control and go crazy on the spot!
Audrey was just about to “Placate” herself with all her might,
weakening the corruption ahead of her when the firefly-like
light dots floating above the island rapidly gathered. They
illuminated the grayish-white fog, diluting the darkness around
the strange door of light, making the tentacles covered in
mysterious patterns shrink back.
This was also the reason why Klein could receive
psychological treatment only after barely suppressing the
awakening Celestial Worthy’s consciousness.
This made Audrey sense the weakening of the danger, and she
quickly did a Psychoanalysis. Then, she immediately
“Placated” the corruption, performing a true act of hypnosis.
After repeating it over and over again, Audrey took an
unknown amount of time before she finally managed to obtain
the initial results she expected.
She then left Gehrman Sparrow’s mind island and returned to
her body.
This treatment was very difficult, so she didn’t use a “Virtual
Persona” and directly used her Body of Heart and Mind.
After sensing the end of the treatment, Klein raised his hand to
wipe his face, allowing The Fool’s memories “Grafted” above
the gray fog to return to his true body.
A few seconds later, Audrey removed the white silk scarf
wrapped around her eyes and nose, snapping herself out of her
self-hypnosis.
She looked at Mr. World opposite her and muttered to herself
poignantly, “Is this the mental problem brought by godhood?”
How terrifying…
Klein nodded slightly and said, “Yes, every angel has one. The
only difference is whether it’s serious or very serious.”
“Saints have it too. Even Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders
who aren’t demigods will have it
too.” Audrey added with Gehrman Sparrow’s former
explanation.
“To a Low- or Mid-Sequence Beyonder, the remnant mental
imprint of the former owner of the characteristic is relatively
more dangerous.” Klein picked up the gold-lined cup and took
a sip. “This is the cruel law of the mysterious world. This is
because our Beyonder powers come from external objects,
from the Beyonder characteristics.”
Audrey nodded before shaking her head gently. As she
contemplated, she said, “I don’t think it’s that pessimistic, just
like the source of every human life comes from something
else: air, bread, meat, water, etc.
“When we absorb them, we will also absorb their negative
effects, accumulating all kinds of problems that eventually
make us fall sick. However, this doesn’t mean that we have to
completely resist them and treat them as external objects.
Once they’re absorbed, there will always be some part of it
that belongs to us.
“I didn’t express it well, but I believe you should understand
what I mean.”
Klein was taken aback for a moment before replying
thoughtfully, “A Beyonders acquisition of a Beyonder
characteristic is like humans having food?
“Then, one should have peace of mind and not have too many
repulsive thoughts; it’s about resisting it, but also working
alongside it; and suppressing it, but also fusing together with
it?”
“Roughly like that.” After Audrey said that, she laughed self-
deprecatingly. “However, this also seems to imply a negative
message: humans will eventually die, but Beyonders…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, unwilling to agitate the patient
opposite her.
She switched topics and said, “Pay a visit another two times
this week. I’ll be able to stabilize you under normal
conditions. Yes, normal conditions.
“Also, you can reminisce about things when you’re free, or go
somewhere you yearn to go.”
Klein nodded and said, “What do you have in mind about
Wrath’s suggestion?”
The smile on Audrey’s face slowly disappeared as her
expression gradually turned serious.
“Do you have any suggestions?”
Klein put down his teacup and calmly said, “Strictly speaking,
the danger you bring is divided into two categories: One is
when you actively or passively involve yourself in certain
matters, attracting powerful enemies to your side, implicating
your family, relatives, friends, and the innocent. The other is
that your very existence allows some factions to target the
people you value the most, doing so to threaten you.
“For the latter, unless you’re dead, there’s no way for you to
ever avoid them. Of course, most of these things are a result of
the former.
“If you give up on all your current identities in the mysticism
world, and only be Mr. Fool’s believer and Miss Audrey Hall
from now on, no longer taking the initiative to participate in
matters related to Beyonder or other matters with
unpredictable elements, you can avoid most of the risks of the
former and drastically reduce the latter.
“Under such circumstances, with the Evernight Goddess
favoring the Hall family, and Mr. Fool’s protection provided to
you is enough to deal with the rare instances of dangers,
ensuring your family’s safety.
“That’s why there’s no need to split off another identity.”
Audrey fell silent for a while. She bit her lower lip
indiscernibly and asked, “What if I do want to split off an
identity?”
“As long as you let that identity believe in Mr. Fool, it’s not
much different from what I said just now. The only difference
is that, from this point forth, you’ll have to stay away from
your family and friends and live with another identity.” Klein’s
voice sank slightly as he said in a serious tone, “Also, are you
really fine with Hermes splitting off an identity for you?”
Audrey’s emotions were disrupted by this question. Her eyes
flickered as she said, “However, splitting identities should be a
Beyonder powers of a Sequence 3 Dreamweaver.”
She definitely wouldn’t be able to accomplish it by herself.
The corners of Klein’s mouth curled up as he suddenly asked,
“You’re able to use that Pride mask to enter the Garden of
Eden directly?”
As Audrey couldn’t take the initiative to mention the
Psychology Alchemists, he very directly pointed it out.
Audrey nodded gently, surprised, puzzled, and guessed
something.
“I’m unable to pay the equivalent price, and…”
Without waiting for her to finish, Klein said with a cold
expression,
“On the one hand, Adam has drifted from Mr. Fool and nearly
killed me. On the other hand, with the apocalypse
approaching, Mr. Fool has prophesied something: when the
time comes, ‘He’ might fall asleep again. As ‘His’ Blessed, I
won’t be able to escape a similar fate. The payment you need
to pay is that, when such an anomaly happens, perform certain
dangerous things according to Mr. Fool’s instructions and try
hard to awaken ‘Him.’”
Without giving Miss Justice a chance to digest this sentence,
Klein extended his right hand and grabbed a few times at the
void ahead of him, pulling out a grayish-white, cold persona
mask.
Using his status and Audrey’s trust in him, he forcefully
summoned the projection of the Pride mask from the
Historical Void.
“It’s connected to my mind, so no one else can use it.” Audrey
subconsciously pointed out the problem when she saw this.
“Give me a strand of hair,” Klein said calmly.
Audrey didn’t think too much about it. She plucked out a
strand of blonde hair and handed it to Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein took the strand of hair and wrapped it in the eye holes in
the persona mask.
Then, he held his silk hat in one hand and the grayish-white
mask in the other as he slowly stood up.
During this process, he mobilized Sefirah Castle and
“Deceived” the rules.
Pa!
Klein wore the Pride mask without facing any resistance.
Immediately, he saw human-clothed animals walking upright.
He had entered the Garden of Eden directly.
Looking at the black cathedral in the middle of the city, Klein
curled his lips and took out the Staff of the Stars and wore the
silk top hat over his head.
Chapter 1365 - Destruction

1365 Destruction
The moment they sensed the intrusion of a stranger, the
animals wearing cloaks or exquisite long skirts stirred as they
looked at Klein with the desire to attack.
At that instant, Klein, who was wearing the Pride mask, felt as
though he was an enemy of the entire city.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with the situation in the Garden of Eden.
He knew that the upright animals dressed as humans were in
different aspects of Bestial Desires. They were more like
conceptual and abstract entities instead of being physical.
In other words, they didn’t have Spirit Body Threads, so they
wouldn’t suffer any physical harm. Otherwise, Klein could’ve
hoisted these animals up, allowing them to sway with the
wind.
In the next second, with the bear whose suit was about to rip
apart taking the lead, the animals in the Garden of Eden either
bared their fangs or let out low growls as they surged towards
Klein from all directions.
Once bitten or hugged by them, one would be corrupted by the
corresponding Bestial Desire. One could only rely on their
willpower or the various Beyonder powers of the Spectator
pathway to resist them.
Faced with such a situation, Klein, who was wearing a half top
hat, tapped the Staff of the Stars. Without panicking in the
slightest, he raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and
suddenly closed them.
The Garden of Eden, formed from gothic-style architecture,
was suddenly covered in a layer of gloom, as if a giant curtain
had draped over it.
“Realm of the Mysteries,” the embryonic form of a divine
kingdom!
Klein sealed off the Garden of Eden to prevent the
powerhouses inside from escaping.
Following that, he walked forward one step at a time, like a
gentleman taking an after-meal stroll.
The animals who mimicked humans by wearing human
clothes rushed to his side when they naturally changed
directions and embraced each other.
The python with its flicking tongue devoured a canine creature
filled with the desire to mate; the strange person with a
colorful spider as a face bound a huge, red-eyed rat up with a
web; a violent werewolf bit the languid cat; the brown bear
walking upright gave the fox with shiny fur a bear hug…
These animals that represented Bestial Desire fused together
as they canceled each other out in pairs.
Klein, who had grasped the authority of “Grafting,” slowly
walked through them, as though he was inspecting the
concepts of humanity and Bestial Desires.
Just like that, he walked to the eighty-meter-tall cathedral and
stopped.
Then, he lifted his head and looked at the skulls embedded in
the black pillar for two seconds.
Klein’s expression didn’t change at all. He raised his left hand
to press down his hat and walked up the stairs into the
cathedral.
He immediately saw a grand and spacious hall, with a huge
cross and a grayish-white dragon statue wrapped around the
cross.
In front of the cross was a small long table with five seats on
both sides of the long table.
At this moment, at the end of the long table, there was a man
in a black wheelchair. His face was abnormally pale, and his
pale yellow eyebrows were long. His hair was neatly combed,
and there were some wrinkles on his forehead.
This was the leader of the Psychology Alchemists, Pauli
Derlau.
At the same time, he was also the famous hermit Eric Drake,
and the King of the Black Throne Barros Hopkins.
Of course, whether he was the main body or one of his various
identities, no one knew.
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow, who was wearing a silk top hat and
a black trench coat, walk over slowly and in an extremely
oppressive manner, Pauli Derlau clasped the armrest of the
wheelchair with both hands.
When the other party entered the Garden of Eden, he didn’t
hesitate to leave this mind city, but he failed to do so.
The eyes beneath the Pride mask that seemed to move towards
his forehead seemed to be mocking him.
Phew… Pauli Derlau quickly “Placated” his emotions before
his eyes lit up with a pure, illusory light.
This light formed a pair of holy wings in front of him. Under
the layers of wings, there was a pious person of light
genuflecting in prayer.
This was an angel.
At the same time, an elder with white hair and ordinary looks
appeared to the left of Pauli Derlau. To his right, a priest with
a pale blond beard covering his face stood up.
Ancient angel, Hermes! Visionary Adam!
Klein didn’t stop walking forward as he muttered to himself,
“I wish for all illusions to disappear.”
Just as he said that, he raised his left hand and snapped his
fingers.
The Angel of Light, Hermes, and Visionary Adam, instantly
dissipated and vanished, leaving behind a single Pauli Derlau
sitting in the black wheelchair.
He had just used the Beyonder powers of a Dreamweaver to
weave a few almost realistic images. Once the enemy believed
that they were real, they would become real. Although the
damage they caused didn’t have any physical manifestations, it
would make the target die for unknown reasons.
Pauli Derlau has made countless targets die from fright in such
nightmares.
Unfortunately, he had encountered Klein—a King of Angels
who could maintain his lucidity in dreams and also possessed
true vision. He used the “Wishes” power of a Miracle Invoker
to easily crack the illusion.
Seeing this, Pauli Derlau’s eyelids twitched. Without any
hesitation, he pushed himself up from the black wheelchair.
During this process, his body rapidly expanded as he
transformed into a huge grayish-white dragon.
Dragon Transformation!
An incomplete Mythical Creature form!
Compared to a Sequence 4 Manipulator, the incomplete
Mythical Creature form that Pauli Derlau exhibited was even
larger. Furthermore, there was a certain change to his head,
making it closer to a lizard and not a human. It had golden
vertical pupils and scales that were intertwined with
mysterious patterns, making it cold and warped.
As the incomplete Mythical Creature form appeared, all kinds
of thoughts, consciousness, desires, and wills swept out like a
storm, attacking Klein’s mind island in half-illusory and half-
realistic ways.
This was a combination of “Mind Deprivation” and “Mental
Plague,” allowing every creature that was affected to
experience corruption and go crazy on the spot.
To an angel, such attacks were the most sinister. This was
because all of “Them” had certain problems with “Their”
mental states. “They” could lose control at any moment due to
the tilting of the scales!
Klein, who was wearing the grayish-white Pride mask and half
top hat, didn’t stop walking forward. He didn’t attempt to
avoid the plague storm at the mental level. He remained firm
and stoic as he walked step by step towards Pauli Derlau.
In the next second, transparent insects appeared on the back of
his hand. His clothes expanded as though countless
indescribable monsters were crawling underneath.
Suddenly, Klein lost control and turned into a huge whirlpool
formed by transparent maggots.
The vortex extended out slippery tentacles with strange
patterns. In the middle, there was a door of light that was dyed
bluish-black.
Upon seeing this scene, even in his incomplete Mythical
Creature form, Pauli Derlau, found it difficult to stop his
thoughts from coming to a halt as he stood rooted to the
ground.
The massive grayish-white dragon seemed to have become a
puppet; its head was filled with mush and its joints were all
rusted.
He had stared straight at a great existence that he shouldn’t
look at!
Above the gray fog, Klein, who was sitting at The Fool’s seat,
immediately dispersed the out-of-control historical projection.
After entering the Garden of Eden and pulling out the Staff of
the Stars, he had switched places with the Historical Void
projection that the Worms of Spirit inside Sefirah Castle had
summoned, and directly returned to his ancient palace.
He clearly knew that Visionary Adam had gone to the
Forsaken Land of the Gods and was attempting to fuse with
the True Creator, making it impossible for “Him” to descend
with “His” true body any time in the short foreseeable future.
At most, “He” would send out one of “His” other identities,
but it would be useless against a king of Kings of Angels.
However, Klein still felt that he should be cautious, lest he fall
into Adam’s or Amon’s trap.
Following that, he summoned himself from the fog of history.
He wore the Pride mask and held the Staff of the Stars in his
hand as he projected himself back into the cathedral of the
Garden of Eden.
Seeing that Pauli Derlau had lost most of his rationality and
was unable to control his body, Klein didn’t directly control
his Spirit Body Threads to turn the mind dragon into his
marionette. He maintained his pace as he slowly approached
the target.
In Pauli Derlau’s eyes, Gehrman Sparrow was like death
incarnate. He approached him slowly with his own rhythm, but
there was no chance of escape.
At that moment, the grayish-white dragon statue on the huge
cross behind him moved.
Almost simultaneously, Klein raised his left hand and pulled
downwards.
The shadow curtain that enveloped the Garden of Eden
instantly contracted, enveloping the huge cross, the grayish-
white dragon statue, and Pauli Derlau within.
In the next second, Klein raised the “curtain.”
The incomplete Mythical Creature that Pauli Derlau had
transformed into combined with the gigantic cross as though it
was a knotted giant tree.
And the grayish-white dragon statue connected the entirety of
the Garden of Eden, turning the city outside the cathedral into
an abnormally illusory sea that contained all colors.
This wasn’t the Chaos Sea, rather the “loaning” of its strength.
It had been “Tampered” by Klein and “Reassembled.”
At that moment, Gehrman Sparrow, who had been walking
slowly forward, arrived beside the knotted giant tree. He raised
his right hand, and under the vacant yet slightly fearful gaze of
Pauli Derlau, he lashed out with the Staff of the Stars.
This cane that was embedded with many gems hit the target
heavily, separating it into two.
Between the sounds of parts falling to the ground, Pauli
Derlau’s body that had been combined with the huge cross fell
to the ground.
The leader of the Psychology Alchemists died before he could
even say his last words.
While waiting for Pauli Derlau’s Beyonder characteristic to
appear, Klein looked around and chuckled inwardly.
As expected, Hermes’s true goal was to use the faction
backing Miss Justice to destroy the Garden of Eden and use it
to escape from Adam.
The mind dragon, Ariehogg’s words made “Him” steel his
resolve…
However, “He” should’ve still left a few Sealed Artifacts for
me. There’s no need to abscond with everything… Could it be
that the rabbit should be wearing a Greed mask instead of
Wrath?
The Psychology Alchemists might appear again in the future,
but the one controlling it in the shadows is no longer the
Twilight Hermit Order, but Hermes “Himself.”
Chapter 1366 - Set Up
1366 Set Up
Retracting his gaze, Klein cast his gaze at the Beyonder
characteristic that Pauli Derlau’s body had produced.
It was formed from thin mist, seemingly an unreal, grayish-
white brain from a dream.
He believed that the Garden of Eden was the safest place, so
he placed his true body here. All activities in the outside world
are just his many different identities? Who would’ve known
that Hermes, who was supposed to be a defensive barrier, had
abandoned this place. If a real angel were guarding the Garden
of Eden and had fully utilized the uniqueness of this mind city,
I wouldn’t be able to so easily “Deceive” the rules and
successfully infiltrate it… As Klein thought to himself, he
randomly made a wish to accelerate the Beyonder
characteristic’s formation and condensation.
Pa! He snapped his fingers and fulfilled his wish.
Following that, he picked up the Dreamweaver Beyonder
characteristic and something that could be used as the
supplementary material. He took off the Pride mask on his
face and left the Garden of Eden.
As he left, the remaining parts of the city collapsed and
merged into the boundless sea of collective subconscious.
From that point onward, the legend of the Garden of Eden
would emerge in many dreams, eventually drawn out by some
artists, or fabricated into widespread stories.
And all of the stories would come to a consensus—the Garden
of Eden was eventually destroyed.
Returning to the Hall family manor’s veranda, Klein looked at
Miss Justice, who had already composed herself, and handed
over the Dreamweaver Beyonder characteristics, the
corresponding ingredients, and the potion formula he had seen
from the second Blasphemy Slate.
Before Audrey could say anything, he said in a deep voice,
“You can go back on your word before officially advancing.”
Audrey received Mr. World’s gift and nodded silently,
indicating that she would seriously consider it.
Wearing the exquisite straw hat, she watched Gehrman
Sparrow turn around and walk to the edge of the veranda,
disappearing step by step.
…
After removing his traces and concealing the clues, Klein
cleverly used “Grafting” and the uniqueness of Sefirah Castle
to return to Backlund, appearing in front of Judgment Xio,
who was on holiday.
The MI9 colonel, who was munching on an apple,
immediately put down the food in her hands. As she wiped her
mouth with a tissue, she stood up.
“W-what’s the matter?”
She cautiously didn’t address him as Mr. World, nor did she
call him Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein nodded slightly and said, “Mr. Fool got me to ask you if
you wish to obtain the potion formula, Beyonder
characteristic, and supplementary ingredients for Sequence 4
Imperative Mage?”
Xio frowned slightly, not feeling any joy. She asked solemnly,
“Then, what’s the price?”
Klein nodded approvingly.
“The apocalypse is coming. Many changes are beginning to
happen, and Mr. Fool has prophesied some matters.
“When the time comes, it’s very likely that ‘He’ will enter a
period of slumber again. And as ‘His’ Blessed, ‘His’ left-hand
man, I’m unable to escape the same fate. The price you need
to pay is that when such a situation really appears, follow the
revelation left behind by Mr. Fool, doing something that might
be dangerous or simple. It might be an attempt that will take a
long while, or just a short moment, so as to awaken Mr. Fool.”
As a King of Angels Seer, the owner of Sefirah Castle, Klein
had long been able to make certain levels of prophecies.
Recently, he had seen some blurry visions and inspiration.
Therefore, without any solid plan, he consciously started
putting in place various arrangements.
Right now, I’m a real charlatan… he lampooned himself in
thought.
Before Xio could speak, he added, “You can choose to decline.
You are not the only person chosen.”
Xio believed that Mr. World wouldn’t use sarcasm when it
came to such matters. She didn’t immediately answer as she
seriously considered the matter.
Without the pending apocalypse, she felt that she would’ve
rejected the offer. Although a demigod was powerful and
terrifying, being able to rule a battlefield and control the fates
of others, and was a creature that truly possessed godhood,
becoming a Sequence 4 wasn’t a matter that was urgent for
her.
As a Sequence 5 Disciplinary Paladin, she was able to ensure
that she completed most of the missions as a colonel of MI9,
with her own capabilities. With her salary and additional
income, she could maintain a very decent life for her family.
Even if she were to encounter danger, she could obtain
sufficient aid from the official factions. Furthermore, she could
make preparations by getting Leymano’s Travels in advance,
and ask her friend, Fors, to protect her in secret.
In addition, she had investigated the cause of her father’s death
and fulfilled her wish to restore his honor.
Therefore, no matter what, she didn’t have to pay the huge
price to become a Sequence 4 Beyonder. Besides, it wasn’t
impossible for her to get an opportunity from MI9.
Of course, Xio had no idea how much longer until this would
happen in the future.
Be it Mr. Fool’s warning, or the various prophecies I
deliberately gathered using my job, it clearly or vaguely points
out that the apocalypse is coming… There are only sixteen
years left… Xio subconsciously turned her body to look at the
second floor.
Under my present living conditions, Mom will definitely be
able to live for another sixteen years. At that time, she
wouldn’t be too old. Furthermore, Mr. Moon has provided all
kinds of medicine to maintain her health… Sixteen years later,
Rio will be a young man in his prime, at the peak of his
career… Fors might already become a Sequence 3 Beyonder,
and in order to deal with the apocalypse and seek hope, she
would be busy running around, but I wouldn’t be of much
help… Xio slowly retracted her gaze as she fell silent.
Then, she looked at The World Gehrman Sparrow and nodded
solemnly.
“Okay.”
“You can set up a ritual at any time and make a wish to Mr.
Fool. ‘He’ will fulfill your wish.” Klein didn’t waste any time
and gave a simple explanation.
His Imperative Mage Beyonder characteristic and potion
formula were all obtained from the New Moon City’s
sacrifice. Of course, he had also bestowed his believers with
the Sealed Artifact, General of the Pupil-less Eye, in
exchange.
After Xio made her decision, she stopped worrying about the
matter and said, “Wendel apparently went to Utopia, but
strangely, he returned that very night and didn’t go to court to
testify.
“That makes him puzzled and worried.”
“Tell him that there’s no need to worry about this matter
anymore. All the people of Utopia were buried in a natural
disaster.” With that said, Klein turned and walked into the
spirit world.
…
In the outskirts of Backlund East Borough, in a cemetery.
Klein silently looked at the niches filled with urns of ashes and
didn’t look away for a long time.
After a while, he slowly walked under a tree’s shade. He took
out the historical projection of the adventurer’s harmonica and
blew it.
With four blonde, red-eyed heads and dressed in a dark and
complicated long dress, Reinette Tinekerr immediately walked
out of the void.
Without waiting for Miss Messenger to speak, Klein asked,
“The various Churches are preparing to besiege the Rose
School of Thought and plan on joining forces with you.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
He had learned of the matter from Leonard and Emlyn.
Reinette Tinekerr’s four blonde, red-eyed heads said,
“There’s…” “Nothing…” “For…” “Now…”
“Talk…” “After…” “Locking on…” “Target…”
That is to say that, with the interference in divination, and
prophecies, and the protection from Outer Deities like the
Mother Tree of Desire, Primordial Moon, as well as Kings of
Angels like the Chained God, the Rose School of Thought
demigods aren’t that easy to find. They need a certain amount
of time to employ various strategies? That’s right. Even
Arrodes wouldn’t dare spy on them under such circumstances.
Perhaps I can summon its Historical Void projection… Klein
thought for a moment and said, “If there are items directly
related to them, using them as a medium I can lock onto the
corresponding target.”
When the time came, he could use Sefirah Castle’s power to
penetrate the shield.
“Alright!” Reinette Tinekerr’s four beautiful heads bobbed up
and down at the same time.
With nothing left to discuss, he planned on letting Miss
Messenger return.
He had originally intended to jokingly ask, “Do I need to pay
for the summoning this time?” His spiritual perception
suddenly stirred as he fell silent.
A few seconds later, he took out a gold coin from Sefirah
Castle.
This was one of the five gold coins that had been tainted by
Sefirah Castle’s aura.
“The payment this time.” Klein handed over the gold coin with
a smile.
“No need…” “This time…” After Reinette Tinekerr’s two
blonde, red-eyed heads said that, the remaining two didn’t say
anything.
“She” had powerful spiritual perception capabilities, and
appeared as though “She” had sensed something.
In the next second, one of the two blonde, red-eyed heads that
didn’t open its mouth rose up and bit the gold coin at Klein’s
fingertip.
“Alright,” Klein retracted his hand and said with a smile.
Then, he casually asked, “Is Miss Sharron and Maric still in
Backlund?”
“Yes…” Miss Messenger informed Klein about “Her”
student’s address.
…
In a house, Maric sat at a long table and skillfully played cards
with his zombies.
Suddenly, Sherlock Moriarty appeared on an empty chair. He
put down his hat and took the covered cards from a zombie
without any hesitation.
Maric looked up at him. His lips moved, but he didn’t open
them in the end.
He let the zombie in charge of croupier duties continue to hand
out the cards.
Just like that, Klein joined them. He played a few rounds,
winning and losing at times.
In the corner, Sharron, who was wearing a black regal dress
and a small and delicate bonnet, appeared at some point in
time. She held her face with one hand and quietly watched the
game.
After playing for about two hours, Klein stood up and formally
bowed to Miss Sharron and Maric.
Then, he chuckled, put on his hat, walked towards the door,
and disappeared.
…
Deep in the spirit world, Klein, who had finished a course of
three treatments, appeared outside Calderón City.
Chapter 1367 - Distributary

1367 Distributary
As he didn’t know what state Amon was in right now, Klein
didn’t dare delay. After his mental problems were resolved, he
immediately came to Calderón City and prepared to obtain the
river water of the River of Eternal Darkness.
And because it involved a sefirah, he could only vaguely see
some visions when using divination or making a prophecy. He
couldn’t accurately make a judgment.
After surveying the area, Klein raised his hand to summon the
Historical Void projection from a few minutes ago, allowing
his true body to return to Sefirah Castle.
His consciousness then shifted to the projection, making it
corporeal.
Following that, Klein grabbed at the void again and pulled out
the Staff of the Stars’s historical projection.
To be honest, after being able to use most of the Beyonder
powers below Sequence 0 of the Apprentice pathway through
Sefirah Castle, Klein no longer needed a Grade 0 Sealed
Artifact like the Staff of the Stars. He could basically replicate
whatever mystical effects it had without the negative effects.
However, he always felt that an angel still had to possess a
close-combat weapon because it was possible to fall into a
region that nullified Beyonder powers at some point in time.
In the mysterious world, this was definitely something that
could happen. Be it the law restrictions from the Arbiter
pathway, or the Beyonder effects of a particular Outer Deity, it
was possible to achieve similar effects.
Under such circumstances, if he picked up a hard staff that
came with passive effects and directly smashed it in the
enemy’s head, it would prove to be rather effective.
As a King of Angels of the Seer pathway, making preparations
in all aspects was an instinct!
After weighing the Staff of the Stars and pressing down on his
top hat, Klein took out the golden bird-shaped accessory from
Sefirah Castle and placed it in his left breast pocket.
Then, he took a step and entered Calderón City, the divine
kingdom of ancient Death—Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace.
The first thing that entered his vision was a huge bottomless
pit. All sorts of strange buildings circled the deep pit and
extended downwards in circles, forming a grand city that was
beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
Some of the buildings were standalone houses that stood atop
pale-white stone pillars, while others were huge rectangular
coffins. There were no windows, and the doors were on the
roofs. Some of them were just tombs with gravestones at the
entrance, while others were constructed from all kinds of
bones, making them seem rather messy…
The closer to the bottom of the pit, the more intact the
buildings were. The closer they got to the top, the more they
collapsed, filled with the decay and ruin of time.
With just a glance, Klein made a faint grayish-white fog
appear around him. He directly used Sefirah Castle’s status to
resist the laws of Calderón City which turned all living beings
into the dead.
To him, becoming a dead person wasn’t a negative effect, but
he didn’t like that cold and indifferent feeling.
The grayish-white tide that rose previously has receded…
Klein, who was wearing a top hat and trench coat while
carrying the staff, nodded in thought. With one step, he
stepped deep into Calderón City, which could be seen with the
naked eye.
This time, he used the Marauder pathway’s Beyonder powers
to steal the distance of his perception so as to avoid being
entangled with the various dangerous monsters that were
active in this mysterious city.
This wasn’t something he was afraid of. The ones who should
be afraid were the monsters. If it wasn’t for the fact that he
didn’t wish to waste time, he wouldn’t have minded taking the
opportunity to gather a batch of marionettes to make up for the
losses caused by the destruction of Utopia.
Apart from this reason, Klein was still cautious about
something else.
Calderón City was a city of the dead. It was very likely that in
the deepest depths of the city flowed the River of Eternal
Darkness. And in essence, marionettes were already dead, so
once they approached anywhere close to the bottom, there was
a possibility of a mutation.
Venturing deeper one step at a time, Klein realized that he had
thought too much.
None of the monsters hidden in this strange city dared to
appear. The aura of Sefirah Castle allowed their instinctual
desire to live to overcome their inclinations of madness and
their habits of hunting.
The deeper he went, the quieter his surroundings became. The
strange buildings remained intact, but they seemed to be dead
for years. Even their auras were cold, gloomy, and decadent.
It’s the same as looking at a black-and-white film. If I didn’t
hear my breathing and heartbeat, I would’ve suspected that I
was deaf… Klein coughed lightly and used his grumbling to
resist the silence of death.
His intuition told him that once he got used to this
environment, his body and mind would become still and silent.
Then, he would truly die in the full meaning of the word.
The closer he got to the ground, the stronger this feeling
became.
As he kept stealing the distance, Klein proceeded forward for a
long time before finally seeing the bottom of the pit.
No, this wasn’t the true base of the pit. It was just a huge,
black palace that stood in the way.
The palace was propped up by columns. There were all kinds
of bones and different corpse pieces embedded in them. Some
parts of the palace were even covered in blood. They belonged
to different races.
Klein stared at it for a few seconds. Without any hesitation, he
carried the Staff of the Stars and entered the palace through the
open door.
On both sides of the hall were different types of coffins in
different colors. They sat there silently, as if they had already
been weathered by death.
As Klein entered, there was a sudden noise coming from
inside the coffins. It sounded like a rusted joint opening.
The grayish-white fog around Klein thickened again as all the
coffins suddenly quietened down.
Ignoring them, Klein walked to the depths of the hall. There
was a grayish-white stone staircase descending with a huge
stone monument erected at the entrance.
At the top of the stone monument stood a long and slender
statue that resembled a giant bird made of bronze. Its wings
had all kinds of pale-white symbols.
Under the bronze bird-shaped statue, the surface of the stone
monument was written in text that originated from the
Language of the Dead. Their shapes were all different, looking
like simplified birds or coiled snakes that looked different.
They formed a few indistinct words:
“Even deities cannot escape;
“Imprisonment even in death.”
Is this a warning to all living beings who come to Calderón
City to not go down the stairs? It directly leads to the River of
Eternal Darkness? Klein’s thoughts raced as he carefully read
the words on the stone monument.
From his point of view, this meant that, even if a Sequence 0
true deity were to approach the River of Eternal Darkness,
they would be trapped there and unable to escape. And even if
they were to die, they would still be imprisoned by this
abstract river, this sefirah. Although they wouldn’t dissipate,
they wouldn’t be able to escape.
From the looks of it, it’s just like the Chaos Sea. Without any
sefirot protection, merely approaching the River of Eternal
Darkness will result in a terrifying mutation… Klein retracted
his gaze and tidied up the golden bird-shaped accessory
attached to his breast pocket. He walked past the bronze
statue’s stone monument and walked down the grayish-white
staircase.
He didn’t steal the distance again, to prevent himself from
slamming headfirst into danger.
In the dark, silent, and cold environment, the golden bird-
shaped accessory in front of Klein’s chest released a pale-
white glow, illuminating a small area. It was like a tiny
lifeboat struggling in the waves of death.
After descending for an unknown period of time, the aura of
Sefirah Castle around him expanded out of reflex and became
extremely thick, like a grayish-white cocoon.
At the same time, Klein turned his head slightly and heard a
faint, illusory whooshing sound.
This seemed to indicate that a dark river was slowly flowing
deep underground not far from him.
In the next second, Klein looked down at his feet.
At some point in time, there was a dark stream of incorporeal
water surging out from somewhere.
Even light couldn’t exist on its surface.
This is different from what I saw last time… Klein frowned
slightly.
Back when he came to Calderón City to hunt the Spirit World
Plunderer, he had caused a certain change, causing large
amounts of grayish-white illusory tidal water to surge up the
bottom of the pit.
The colors that he saw the two times were completely
different.
Just as Klein’s thoughts raced, at the bottom of the stone
staircase, where the dark tide surged over, a thin grayish-white
fog spread up. Together with the illusory liquid, it expanded
into a grayish-white liquid that was more mist-like.
When the water reached Klein’s feet, it silently shrank back as
though it was constantly ebbing up and down at a particular
frequency.
This faint gray fog is a little familiar… Klein’s expression
turned solemn.
After pausing for a few seconds, he continued down.
This time, the rising illusory tide drowned him, causing his
body to turn light, causing his emotions to quickly turn cold
and his thoughts to gradually weaken.
If not for the protection of Sefirah Castle’s aura around him,
Klein suspected that he would passively fuse with the tide
without being able to resist.
Following that, the grayish-white cocoon rose and bobbed up
and down in the water before slowly reaching the end of the
staircase.
At the end was a void. Amidst the emptiness flowed a straight,
wide, illusory, colorless, dark river.
This river was so blurry that it was difficult to see it clearly.
This was because its surroundings were covered with a swath
of grayish-white like a thin layer of fog.
“Indeed…” Klein couldn’t help but mutter when he saw this.
He was no stranger to this kind of fog. He had seen it behind
the door in Bansy’s ruins before. He had seen it at the
easternmost end of the Forsaken Land of the Gods before, as
well as beneath Sefirah Castle!
And unlike other places, there was a portion of the water from
the River of Eternal Darkness that penetrated the grayish-
white fog and fused to some extent with the latter, changing
colors between dark-black and pale-white.
The river water here kept swirling up before falling down, like
a stream that was running through the illusory darkness.
On both sides of the distributary stood huge and pale-white
stone pillars. They seemed to be supporting something,
preventing whatever it was from collapsing.
At this moment, between the stone pillars, and on the banks of
the distributary, countless blurry, translucent figures were
pacing back and forth, slowly but unceasingly.
Among them, the most eye-catching one was a seemingly lost
figure that would occasionally enter into the depths of the
distributary before turning around. Yet, it didn’t seem like it
could leave the river.
It was huge, similar to the stone pillars around it. It had a
heavy black robe draped over it, and from its side profile, it
looked very old.
Suddenly, it turned its head and looked at Klein.
Its face had obvious Southern Continent characteristics, but it
had already rotted while white feathers stained with pale
yellow oil grew out.
Klein knew “Him,” and “He” was Mr. Azik’s father, the Death
of the Fourth Epoch:
Emperor of the Underworld Salinger.
Chapter 1368 - Death Imprin

1368 Death Imprin

Death Salinger, who was pacing around the River of Eternal
Darkness, looked at Klein, who was enveloped in the grayish-
white cocoon.
“His” eyes that had pale-white flames that were about to be
extinguished instantly reflected the golden bird-shaped
accessory on Klein’s chest.
In the next second, a deep roar came from “His” rotting
mouth, reverberating above the river, causing the entirety of
Calderón City to visibly shake.
The distributary that occasionally rose up or plunged down,
sometimes dark and sometimes pale-white, reached the end of
the stone staircase with the rising of tides, surging towards
Klein.
During this process, the illusory tide fused with the grayish-
white fog, creating a similar color.
The grayish-white torrent slammed into Klein’s body
repeatedly, but it failed to destroy the cocoon around him.
Death Salinger’s rotting body took steps to the edge of the
distributary, but “He” couldn’t escape no matter what. All
“He” could do was stand there and roar wildly.
Klein’s gaze swept past “Him” as he looked at the blurry
figures loitering around the banks.
One of them had already been swept to the center of the
distributary by the surging tide. They couldn’t help but sink to
the bottom of the river, melting like ice.
The remaining ones didn’t show any fear as they maintained
their blank and lost state, moving back and forth endlessly.
At a glance, Klein saw many familiar figures.
They were the same person—Azik Eggers with “His” bronze
skin and soft facial features.
This Death Consul seemed to have dissociated into multiple
selves. “They” constantly paced between the pale-white stone
pillars on both sides of the River of Eternal Darkness.
This… As Klein’s heart stirred, his right leg suddenly turned
cold.
He subconsciously lowered his head and saw a pale-white
hand.
The palm penetrated the grayish-white cocoon and grabbed his
calf.
And the owner of the palm floated in the surging torrent was
like a water ghost as it attempted to pull Klein into the depths
of the water.
Its attack could actually ignore the aura of Sefirah Castle!
Sensing Klein’s gaze, the pale-white palm’s owner raised his
head to reveal his face.
He had black hair and brown eyes. His facial features were
ordinary and he had a scholarly air.
Klein Moretti!
The “water ghost” was Klein Moretti!
In the next second, Klein’s left leg, right shoulder, and left arm
were grabbed by different pale-white hands.
This made him feel cold all over as his Spirit Body seemed to
freeze. He couldn’t even use all his Beyonder powers. It was
impossible to resist.
The three pale-white hands belonged to different blurry
figures, while the different blurry figures all had the same face
—Klein Moretti’s face!
Under the pull of the four “water ghosts,” Klein’s body
gradually separated from the grayish-white cocoon and sank
into the torrent.
His body became colder and colder, and his thoughts gradually
fell into silence. His vision gradually darkened, and eventually,
there were only dark ebbing waves.
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, Klein’s
consciousness returned to his original body.
Then, without any hesitation, he extended his palm and used
the power of Sefirah Castle to steal an item from the latter
through his connection with the historical projection.
A golden beam of light flashed as Klein held the golden bird-
shaped accessory.
At the same time, he stopped maintaining the Historical Void
projection.
The “drowning” figure disappeared from the Eternal Night
flood.
It can ignore the aura of Sefirah Castle, which means that
those four figures truly are “me”… But why would I be
trapped in the stream of the River of Eternal Darkness, pacing
about endlessly? Four figures, four figures… Klein’s
expression was solemn as he gently tapped the edge of the
long mottled table. He gained some inspiration amidst the
tapping.
The words “four,” “souls,” and “death” corresponded to the
reality that he had died four times and had revived four times.
Of course, after becoming an Attendant of Mysteries, the four
resurrection opportunities had been reset again.
Every time I die, regardless of whether I successfully revive or
not, I will leave an imprint in the River of Eternal Darkness? I
died four times, so there are four figures wandering the banks
of the River of Eternal Darkness? Klein roughly grasped the
crux of it before he sighed inwardly. The River of Eternal
Darkness is indeed a sefirah. As expected of the symbol of
death, repose, destination, endpoint, and darkness… This is
what the Goddess meant when “She” pointed out that I’ll
encounter a different kind of danger? Hmm, when the
historical projection was “drowned,” I suffered some mental
damage. If my mental state was unstable, I might’ve suffered
some terrible consequences by now.
Based on this deduction, Klein had a brand new understanding
of the many Azik figures and the wandering Death Salinger.
“They” were the corresponding imprints of death.
Mr. Azik has indeed died many times in the process of
searching for his memories, but he comes back to life every
time. According to the present situation, although an Undying
doesn’t die, it leaves behind a lot of hidden dangers. Once the
number of deaths reaches a certain level, their true bodies
might be attracted to the River of Eternal Darkness one day,
ending up as one of the figures that wander around there for an
eternity… Only Salinger’s figure is there… This means that,
after accommodating the Uniqueness, “His” death imprint also
becomes unique. As Klein’s thoughts raced through his mind,
he became worried about Mr. Azik’s state of survival.
And there were two solutions to resolving this problem: One
was to make Azik’s soul whole and make “Him” stop
repeating “His” resurrection process. And second, to help the
Evernight Goddess become a Great Old One and gain control
of the River of Eternal Darkness.
Heh heh, perhaps this is another binary choice. When the
Goddess becomes a Great Old One, there’s no need for “Her”
to make use of half of Mr. Azik’s soul again. Klein reined in
his thoughts and focused his attention on his goal.
He had entered the depths of Calderón City, not to resolve the
death imprint of Death Salinger, and destroy any chances of
“Him” reviving; instead, he was here to retrieve the river water
from the River of Eternal Darkness.
Clearly, the illusory tide’s water that flows out of the river
doesn’t work. It’s only an aura that flows out, not the river
water itself. Also, water that has fused with the grayish-white
fog won’t do either. It’s not pure enough, so it wouldn’t be
able to accomplish the desired effect. From the looks of it,
only when the distributary turns back into its deep and dark
state can I get the water. Heh, there’s definitely no way to get
it from the main river. That grayish-white fog is definitely a
solid barrier. Klein quickly formulated a plan based on his
analysis.
That was to avoid going close to the River of Eternal
Darkness, and not attract the attention of Death Salinger. He
would wait for the distributary’s water to recede and turn dark
before he headed over before allowing his four death imprints
to drag his historical projection to the bottom of the river.
During this process, the historical projection would seize the
opportunity and use the golden, bird-shaped accessory to
scoop the river water. Then, he would return his consciousness
back to Sefirah Castle. Using the powers of “Theft,” as well as
the close connection between the two items, he could take
away the golden, bird-shaped accessory.
After considering the finer details to the procedure, Klein
returned to Calderón City and summoned his Historical Void
projection.
He repeated the previous process and soon returned to the
stone tablet next to the giant bronze bird statue. He walked
down the grayish-white stone steps, step by step.
The aura of Sefirah Castle around him gradually thickened,
turning into a thin “cocoon.”
It didn’t take long before Klein arrived at the end of the
staircase. He saw the River of Eternal Darkness flowing in the
void, the pale-white columns on both banks, and the countless
blurry figures that lingered at the banks of the distributary.
This time, he wasn’t in a hurry to go forward. He left the
staircase and waited patiently at the same spot for the
distributary’s water to recede. The grayish-white colors faded
and the water darkened.
Right now! Klein’s figure flashed as he “stole” the distance
and appeared in Death Salinger’s blind spot.
Without any surprise, as his body sank into the River of
Eternal Darkness, the pale-white hands immediately
penetrated the aura of Sefirah Castle and grabbed his limbs.
His four death imprints appeared around him, eager to drag
him to the bottom of the river!
Klein’s head submerged under the dark river water, making his
body turn cold as his thoughts turned still.
Before he completely lost his senses, transparent and distorted
maggots crawled out from Klein’s neck. They quickly crawled
to the side of the golden, bird-shaped accessory, clustered
around it, and lifted it up, preparing to scoop the water of the
River of Eternal Darkness.
At that moment, a massive shadow appeared in the swirling
illusory river in front of Klein.
It was a giant bird floating in the water, one that was
completely submerged by the River of Eternal Darkness’s
distributary.
The giant bird’s surface was covered with white flames, and
the feathers formed from mysterious patterns, but most of
them had been melted away by the River of Eternal Darkness.
The exposed parts were pitch-black and rotten with pale-
yellow pus on the surface.
The giant bird’s eyes seemed to be made of bronze, and layers
of illusory doors were hidden within.
Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace!
The ancient Death who had opened up the Underworld!
In front of Gregrace’s eyes, a bronze beam burst out,
enveloping the golden, bird-shaped accessory and Klein’s
historical projection in a bid to drag them over together.
After weighing his current situation, Klein instantly made a
decision and gave up the attempt of scooping the river water.
His consciousness immediately returned to Sefirah Castle, and
he stole the golden, bird-shaped accessory.
His historical projection dissipated.
There’s danger in the water too… The ancient god, Phoenix
Ancestor Gregrace, has completely sunk into the River of
Eternal Darkness… If the Goddess can truly accommodate the
Uniqueness of the Death pathway, and if Salinger can’t use
that opportunity to revive in “His” body, “He” should also sink
into the water like Gregrace. And the death imprint of
Gregrace will melt further… Klein silently sighed as he
modified the plan.
Following that, he summoned the Historical Void projection
and returned to the end of the stairs.
After waiting for a while, when Death Salinger turned around
and slowly walked towards the bank, Klein suddenly “stole”
the distance and appeared in front of “Him.”
In the next second, Salinger let out a low growl, rapidly
increasing the flow of the distributary.
At the same time, Klein was grabbed by his death imprints,
and forcefully dragged to the bottom of the river. He sensed
the Phoenix Ancestor, Gregrace.
Like before, Gregrace’s bronze eyes lit up.
However, what enveloped this light wasn’t Klein and the
golden, bird-shaped accessory, but Death Salinger.
Grafting!
Seizing this brief opportunity, the Worms of Spirit crawled out
from Klein’s historical projection and lifted the golden, bird-
shaped accessory.
The bronze eye of the accessory also released a beam of light,
scooping up a tiny portion of the river water.
In the next moment, Klein’s consciousness returned to Sefirah
Castle. He raised his hand and retrieved the accessory.
Phew, I’m finally done… Looking at the golden, bird-shaped
accessory in his hand, he slowly exhaled.
As the owner of Sefirah Castle, this mission wasn’t too
difficult. As long as he didn’t rashly enter with his main body,
he could rely on repeated failures to accumulate experience
and figure out the situation.
And if it wasn’t for the fact that there were two Deaths in the
distributary of the River of Eternal Darkness, one wandering
and the other sinking, Klein wouldn’t have failed twice.
Chapter 1369 - Pomp

1369 Pomp
After weighing the bird-shaped, golden accessory in his hand,
Klein quickly returned to the real world. He casually picked an
empty plot of land and set up an altar to hold a sacrificial
ritual.
With regards to the other secrets hidden in Calderón City, as
well as the loitering figures around the River of Eternal
Darkness, he temporarily didn’t have any thoughts of starting
a deeper exploration of it. This was because he still had more
important matters to prepare for. He also had a key question to
ask the Evernight Goddess.
Soon, he held the ritual and allowed the candlelight and
spirituality materials to fuse together, forming a Door of
Sacrifice and Bestowment.
Without any hesitation, Klein placed the bird-shaped, golden
accessory into the wind, allowing it to slowly pass through the
mysterious door and vanish into the endless darkness.
In the next second, he sharply noticed that he had been
dragged into a dream.
In the center of the dreamscape was a gothic palace that
seemed to blend with the darkness around it. Its details were
exquisite, its color dim, but it was still gorgeous.
Klein passed through bushes of night vanilla and slumber
flowers before stepping into the palace.
In the deepest part of the hall, the Evernight Goddess was
sitting on an ancient high-back chair. “She” was still wearing
the layered black dress that didn’t seem complicated.
The sparkling spots on the dress reflected the dome and the
walls, and the pillars of the palace created a quiet and dreamy
starry sky.
The Evernight Goddess, whose face seemed to be covered in
layers of fishnet veils, held the bird-shaped, golden accessory
and slowly stood up. “She” walked down the stairs to Klein.
“Her” voice sounded, sounding like a lullaby:
“What do you have to ask?”
Klein politely took off his top hat and bowed slightly.
“I want to know if the grayish-white fog that envelops the
River of Eternal Darkness has something to do with that Lord
of the Mysteries.”
That was also the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings.
Although he couldn’t see the Evernight Goddess’s face clearly,
Klein felt like “She” was smiling when he looked straight at
“Her.”
“Yes. Furthermore, not only is the River of Eternal Darkness
enveloped by the grayish-white fog, but the city behind Bansy
Harbor, and the entire Western Continent is enveloped by the
same grayish-white fog.”
Klein hesitated for a moment before saying, “This is a kind of
seal?”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection nodded.
“That’s right. Apart from Sefirah Castle and the Chaos Sea, all
the other sefirot were sealed in the Western Continent by that
mysterious Lord of the Mysteries.
River of Eternal Darkness, Brood Hive, City of Calamity,
Tenebrous World, Nation of Disorder, Knowledge Moor, and
Key of Light have all been sealed in the Western Continent by
the Celestial Worthy? Isn’t this too much? What pomp… It’s
no wonder that the city behind Bansy Harbor’s door is like the
former Shanghai… This is the City of Calamity affecting that
city in the real world, as well as Bansy. Then, to a certain
extent, it has caused certain changes? Klein was enlightened
and amazed.
Back when he saw the scene behind the door in Bansy, he had
suspected that it had something to do with the Western
Continent. Furthermore, according to the clue that Bansy was
the headquarters of Red Angel Medici’s family, he suspected
that behind the door was the reflection of the sefirah, the City
of Calamity.
After a moment of silence, Klein didn’t conceal his feelings.
He sighed and said, “The power of that Lord of the Mysteries
far exceeds my imagination…
“How could such a Great Old One, who is known as one the
pillars of the universe, silently perish?”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection shook “Her” head.
“It wasn’t silent.
“From the clues that were available, ‘He’ died together with
the God Almighty of ancient times.
“That God Almighty’s corpse formed the first Blasphemy
Slate in the Chaos Sea. And beside it was the Uniqueness of
the Marauder pathway.”
In other words, in the middle of the First Epoch, the Lord of
the Mysteries and God Almighty had a battle that was
abnormally intense but didn’t cause much of a stir. In the end,
both perished? This can explain why the ancient sun god had
the Uniqueness or a Grazed Uniqueness of the Marauder
pathway when “He” walked out of the Chaos Sea. It was
ripped off by the ancient God Almighty from the Lord of the
Mysteries… Amidst his thoughts, Klein asked in puzzlement,
“Why would ‘They’ want to kill each other? ‘They’ are both
pillars and aren’t from similar pathways. There shouldn’t be
any life-and-death conflicts that cannot be resolved.”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection said gently,
“Convergence is an instinct.
“The higher the level, the stronger the instinct.
“That Lord of the Mysteries and God Almighty of ancient
times were unable to restrain themselves from converging
together, becoming the embodiment of the entire Universe,
which is also the innate instinct of the original Creator.”
The crazier one becomes the stronger they become? And
beyond cunning, powerful, terrifying, and filled with wisdom,
there’s such a side to the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and
Earth for Blessings? Klein thought for a moment and said,
“That Lord of the Mysteries and God Almighty of ancient
times, are, in essence, different sides of the original Creator?”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection said in a
comforting voice, “Using the same existence but different
personas as an analogy will be more accurate.
“The original Creator was the maker of the Universe, and also
its destroyer. It is both day and also night. It’s the light of
holiness, and also the decadent abyss. It is an amalgamation of
all contradicting concepts and symbolism.
“That’s why ‘He’ naturally has a tendency to be dissociative in
a way that cannot be controlled. Once ‘He’ splits, there will be
a strong trend towards convergence.
“In a time more ancient than the era we lived in our past lives,
the original sleeping Creator had naturally split into multiple
personas. They were also in a state of slumber, but they began
to use the authority and Beyonder characteristics they
controlled to influence the world, making many preparations
for the true dissociation when the original Creator awakened.
“Here, the most powerful and active ones were God Almighty
and the Lord of the Mysteries. The latter had another honorific
name in the Western Continent.
“In the early-mid stages of the First Epoch, ‘They’ should’ve
used different methods to grasp the additional sefirot. This
made ‘Their’ inclination to converge more intense, making it
impossible for them to control themselves, and began taking
actions against each other.
“According to the ancient sun god’s research, the pillar of
support is the highest level of stability one can achieve. If a
Great Old One exceeds this limit, just accommodating an
additional sefirah will lead to being controlled by the
convergence instinct in an irreversible manner.
“No one knows the exact situation of the battle. Even the
Seven Lights of the spirit world do not know. We only know
that, from that fateful moment onwards, the two Great Old
Ones known as the ‘Pillars’ vanished completely. As for the
other sefirot other than the Chaos Sea and Sefirah Castle, they
were sealed by Sefirah Castle’s powers in the Western
Continent. That was once the territory ruled by the Lord of the
Mysteries.
“This setup led to a problem. It was that, before the
reappearance of the Lord of the Mysteries and God Almighty,
and before removal and breaking of the Western Continent’s
seal, no Sequence 0 in this world could become a Great Old
One to resist the Outer Deities.
“As the apocalypse approaches, this problem will force all the
true deities to nurture a Lord of the Mysteries or God
Almighty. And the former Lord of the Mysteries and God
Almighty are very likely to awaken in ‘Their’ bodies.”
This… Therefore, the sealing of the other sefirots was done
deliberately by the Celestial Worthy, preventing the later
Sequence 0 true deities from deliberately avoiding this
pathway, killing the chances of the birth of a new Lord of the
Mysteries? And as long as a new Lord of the Mysteries is
born, “He” has a high chance of being revived and completely
awakening… Isn’t this too sinister? From a certain point of
view, there’s no need to be afraid of others knowing this
arrangement. The more entities that know of it, the more they
will be inclined to quickly support the growth of a Lord of the
Mysteries, so as to prevent them from only having a few years
towards the end to gain control of their corresponding
sefirot… The more Klein thought about it, the more terrifying
the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings
appeared.
This made him sigh inwardly.
As expected of a pillar that can make the Genie fall into such a
predicament to this day…
Klein immediately asked, “Then why didn’t you support the
growth of a Lord of the Mysteries in the Fourth Epoch?”
He actually knew the answer to this question. As time passed,
as the original Creator’s different personas, the Celestial
Worthy and God Almighty will have “Their” wills constantly
weaken. The closer they got to the apocalypse, the weaker the
corresponding will became. This made those of the future be
able to resist and suppress “Them,” and avoid losing
“Themselves.”
This could be proven by the fact that Adam had waited until
recently to advance to Visionary.
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection revealed a smile.
“Back then, Amon and Bethel were unwilling. All of them
wished to make all sorts of preparations, hoping to make the
attempt when the apocalypse was approaching.
“As for Salinger, ‘He’ planned to use the River of Eternal
Darkness to fuse with the Red Priest’s Uniqueness to create a
brand new Great Old One path. Then, ‘He’ went mad. ‘He’
wasn’t able to resist the desire for converging the Twilight and
Evernight pathway.”
Death was also forced into such circumstances. On the one
hand, the apocalypse was only a thousand years or so away,
and on the other hand, the River of Eternal Darkness had been
sealed by the Celestial Worthy, a pillar. This prevented “Him”
from attempting to control it… It’s too sinister, too much!
Klein couldn’t help but inwardly criticize the Celestial Worthy.
At this moment, the Evernight Goddess’s dream projection
continued, “The seal on the Western Continent is gradually
weakening with time. The sefirot will instinctively or
consciously use their symbolism to corrode the Uniqueness
and High-Sequence Beyonder characteristics that land on them
to influence the outside world.
“The first to seep out energy was the River of Eternal
Darkness. In the Second Epoch, it formed a distributary
through Gregrace. After that, in the Fourth Epoch, traces of
more sefirot began to appear on the Northern and Southern
Continents and the islands over the Five Seas.
“This is an important factor hidden behind many of the
anomalies in the Fourth Epoch.”
The sefirot had indirectly exacted their influence through the
seal in the Fourth Epoch… It’s no wonder Adam said that my
understanding of the Fourth Epoch’s history isn’t deep
enough… From the looks of it, Bansy Harbor retained the
elven customs not because it was an elven settlement, but also
because of other factors… Klein thought for a few seconds
before smiling.
“I roughly understand.
“Is that why you’ve been helping me all this while?”
Chapter 1370 - Decisive

1370 Decisive
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection replied with a
smile, “If it’s just to nurture a Lord of the Mysteries, I should
be betting on Amon. At the very least, the chances of ‘Him’
succeeding is much higher than yours.”
Without waiting for Klein to ask any further, “She” continued
with a voice as ethereal as a dream:
“The era that was buried in the past is a memory shared
between us, and also the critical period in which our humanity
was born, sprouted, and nourished. Even if I’ve had a long life,
it still remains my fondest of memories.
“You have its imprint in you, so I’m more willing to help
you.”
The love for the house extends even to the crows perching on
its roof… Klein made a conclusion in the form of an idiom.
At that moment, he recalled the words Emperor Roselle had
written in his diary:
Home.
In his wistful silence, the dream projection of the Evernight
Goddess switched to saying,
“When you’re ready, you can go to the main peak of the
Hornacis mountain range anytime.
“Of course, it’s your freedom to choose. No one will force
you, and no one can force you either. You can choose to stop
at a certain stage and not become a Great Old One, nor allow
the Lord of the Mysteries to awaken in your body. Then, at the
last moment of the apocalypse, you can bring the people and
objects you want to protect and ‘Wander’ to other planets in
other solar systems to avoid the attention of the Outer Deities,
and create another civilization.”
Klein had long thought of this problem. After a moment of
silence, he said, “I’m not sure if Roselle had said one thing:
You can hide for a moment, but you can’t hide forever.”
He was speaking in Jotun with the Evernight Goddess, so it
was a little odd when translating the proverb.
Escaping was just a temporary strategy. It couldn’t be used as
a long term plan.
After a pause, Klein continued, “Although the Universe is vast
and without an end, the Outer Deities are clearly more familiar
with it than we are. They’re also stronger, directly representing
a certain aspect of the universe. It’s very difficult to avoid
‘Their’ pursuit. Besides, even if we succeed, peace will only
last for some time. The recreated civilization will be destroyed
in less than a thousand years. When that happens, we won’t
even have the chance to become Great Old Ones, never
capable of any form of self-redemption.”
This was because if one wanted to successfully escape during
the invasion of the Outer Deities, they had to give up all the
sefirot. Otherwise, they would definitely become the focus of
“Their” attention. Let alone wandering the cosmos, even
withstanding the first wave of attacks was an unknown.
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection spoke slowly,
“Apart from the items ripped from the Outer Deities, only
taking away the Uniquenesses and High-Sequence Beyonder
characteristics of the other pathways might not necessarily
garner the attention of the Outer Deities. ‘They’ wouldn’t
spend too much time searching.”
“You also said that it’s not necessarily the case. The Outer
Deities should still have a certain desire for the Uniqueness
and High-Sequence Beyonder characteristics of similar
pathways. This can help ‘Them’ approach the level of a
pillar,” Klein replied calmly. “We can’t place our hopes on
‘Their’ feelings. ‘They’ aren’t benevolent.”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection nodded and said,
“In this aspect, you’re more aware than Roselle. Of course, it’s
because he had learned of the Great Old Ones and the Outer
Deities a little too late.”
“She” continued, “You have another choice: use Pallez’s
method to personally lower your level and let Amon steal
Sefirah Castle. This way, you can live well as a Sequence 1
angel. You don’t have to constantly worry that the Lord of the
Mysteries will awaken in you. It won’t be that exhausting.”
In the Church of Evernight’s bible, there was the division of
angels and archangels. Klein had always guessed that the latter
referred to Sequence 1, and today, he had finally obtained
confirmation.
Of course, this was only the standard of one Church, not
necessarily the rest.
After hearing the Evernight Goddess’s words, Klein fell silent
for a long time before asking, “Can Amon be trusted?”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection said frankly, “I
can’t give you a definite answer.”
Klein asked again, “If the Lord of the Mysteries awakens in
Amon’s body, will ‘He’ take back all the High-Sequence
Beyonder characteristics of the Seer, Marauder, and
Apprentice pathways?”
“I don’t know,” the Evernight Goddess’s dream projection
replied in the same tone.
Klein fell silent again. After a while, he said, “Personally, I
don’t wish to become a Great Old One, but I can’t let down
and betray those existences who have placed their bets on me.
‘They’ have more or less helped me.
“Once Amon becomes the Lord of the Mysteries, ‘He’ will
definitely help the ancient sun god retrieve the Uniqueness and
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic from the Lord of Storms
and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, causing ‘Their’
deaths.
“Besides, Amon is a reckless god.”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection nodded slightly
and said, “Your humanity has been maintained well.”
After making up his mind, Klein freed himself from his low
spirit state. He smiled and said,
“If I hadn’t maintained my humanity, and allowed the godhood
to gain an advantage, I would’ve also made a similar choice.
That’s because a godhood’s instinct is convergence upon
oneself.”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection gently chuckled.
“Make your preparations. Meet Antigonus as soon as
possible.”
Klein nodded and suddenly recalled something. He hurriedly
asked, “Has Amon already used Mr. Door’s ritual to
accommodate the Uniqueness of the Apprentice pathway?”
The Evernight Goddess’s dream projection slowly replied, “If
it were another existence, then definitely not.
“But if it’s Amon, there’s a 50% chance.
“‘He’ likes to take risks and seek thrills.”
Klein didn’t say another word as he watched the Evernight
Goddess’s projection vanish before him as the dream gently
collapsed.
The altar that he had yet to clear occupied his vision again.
To him, heading to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain
range to face the Antigonus family’s ancestor didn’t require
much preparation from him. He would mainly rely on Sefirah
Castle to produce an avatar to steal the Attendant of Mysteries
Beyonder characteristic—the one from Zaratul—that he hadn’t
digested yet, allowing his main body to be in a unique state
that could accommodate the Uniqueness.
As his mental state stabilized, even without Zaratul’s remnant
mental imprint, Klein could still rely on his humanity,
consciousness, and anchors to barely suppress the partial
consciousness of the Celestial Worthy.
However, before that, Klein’s spiritual intuition told him that
he needed to do something.
After looking around, he tidied up the altar and dragged
Dwayne Dantès out of the fog of history.
Sitting at the table, Klein spread out a piece of paper and wrote
a letter to Mr. Azik.
As it hadn’t been a while since he wrote the previous letter,
there wasn’t much content. He only mentioned the River of
Eternal Darkness that was situated underground in Calderón
City, as well as the death imprints on both banks of the
distributary. He emphasized the numerous Azik Eggers he had
seen, and his guesses.
After folding the letter, Klein took out Azik’s copper whistle
and blew at it.
The skeleton messenger appeared at the size of a normal
human. It knelt down on one knee and opened its palm.
After Klein handed the letter to it, he took out a gold coin from
Sefirah Castle.
“This is to thank you for all the work you’ve done.
“If you can’t accept it, hand it to your master and let ‘Him’
decide.”
This gold coin was one of the transformed gold coins that had
been tainted by the aura of Sefirah Castle.
He had already used one of them to pay Miss Messenger’s fee,
and he had lost one to Maric when they played cards.
The skeleton messenger was stunned for nearly five seconds,
but he didn’t dare disobey Klein’s words. He clasped the letter
and the gold coin with his bony fingers.
It disintegrated and fell to the ground like a waterfall before
drilling into the ground.
Following that, Klein took out another gold coin and placed it
in his pocket.
At the same time, he made the Worms of Spirit on duty in
Sefirah Castle to take a look at a certain crimson star.
…
East Balam, in a cathedral belonging to the Evernight
Goddess.
As the first batch of demigods participating in the besieging of
the Rose School of Thought, Leonard Mitchell had already
used a Sealed Artifact to reach the Southern Continent.
However, he had no progress for the time being. This was
because the Rose School of Thought demigods seemed to
sense the danger in the air as they simultaneously hid
themselves.
This made Leonard have no choice but to wait patiently, ready
to answer the call of any dispatches.
While he had nothing to do, he wore his red glove and entered
the cathedral’s prayer hall. He did his daily prayer in a rather
devout manner.
In the dark and serene environment, he seemed to fall asleep.
After an unknown period of time, Leonard opened his eyes
and stood up. He walked down the aisle towards the door.
At that moment, he saw a familiar figure. It was Klein Moretti,
wearing a top hat and formal suit with black hair and brown
eyes.
Leonard’s pupils dilated as his brows pricked up. Klein, who
was also praying, lowered his hands and stood up. He walked
past him and slowly approached the altar.
During this process, neither of them spoke, as if the other party
was just a stranger.
After reaching the donation box near the altar, Klein took out a
gold coin from his pocket and threw it in with a serious
expression.
Then, he changed direction and left the cathedral from another
door.
Leonard stood in the middle of the aisle and watched this
scene with a puzzled look. He frowned slightly.
At this moment, in his mind, Pallez Zoroast’s slightly-aged
voice echoed:
“Find a chance to get that gold coin.”
…
Backlund, in a particular house.
Will Auceptin held a silver spoon and focused on digging at
the pale green ice-cream in front of “Him.”
Suddenly, “He” extended “His” left hand to block the side of
the food.
On the chair beside “Him,” Dwayne Dantès’s figure instantly
appeared.
“I seem to have missed your birthday twice,” Klein said with a
smile. “This is a belated present.”
As he spoke, he took out a gold coin and pushed it to Will
Auceptin.
“This is a lucky gold coin for you.”
Will was stunned for two seconds before muttering, “The gift
celebrating my birth was a lucky amulet. For a birthday gift,
it’s a lucky gold coin. You really don’t have any creativity.”
As “He” spoke, “He” reached out “His” chubby hand and
quickly took the gold coin.
Klein smiled, stood up, and vanished.
Chapter 1371 - Who are Allies and Who are Foes

1371 Who are Allies and Who are Foes

Bayam, inside the Church of the Sea God.

After the Mass, Alger Wilson returned to his room and saw a
figure appear by the window.
It was Gehrman Sparrow in a top hat and trench coat.
Without waiting for Alger to speak, Klein took two steps
forward and solemnly said, “I have come under Mr. Fool’s
orders.”
He habitually acted as the Attendant of Mysteries.
Alger immediately lowered his head and pressed his right hand
to his left chest.
“Praise Mr. Fool.”
Klein nodded slightly and took out an item from the junk pile
of Sefirah Castle.
Alger’s eyes immediately reflected a short scepter made of
bones.
The tip of the scepter was embedded with tiny blue gems. A
small number of them were dyed black, and a small number
was covered in the light of dawn. Around it were countless
pure points of light, and the sounds of illusory prayers emitted
from it, stacked and holy.
Alger’s eyes widened as he couldn’t help but reveal a hint of
greed.
As a Sequence 4 demigod of the Sailor pathway, he was
extremely certain that the white bone scepter before him was
the symbol of the Sea God’s identity, level, and strength.
As he endured the slight dizziness from the prayers, he cast his
gaze at The World Gehrman Sparrow, waiting for the deity’s
attendant to speak.
Klein raised the Sea God Scepter with one hand and said with
a solemn expression, “This is Mr. Fool’s gift and a sign of
trust, as well as a reward for protecting a large number of
believers.
“No matter what happens in the future, you are to keep
following Mr. Fool’s instructions and do your best to complete
the missions ‘He’ gives.”
“…” Alger acutely sensed the hidden meaning.
He suspected that Mr. Fool would encounter something in the
future, causing “Him” to suffer injuries or enter a nadir state.
At the thought that he had already left the Church of Storms
and had no way out, Alger pressed his right hand to his left
chest and replied loudly, “My faith lies only with Mr. Fool!”
Upon seeing this, Klein secretly nodded before repeating what
he had said to Miss Justice and Miss Judgment.
This made Alger heave a sigh of relief. After all, knowing
what might happen in the future was better than not knowing
anything.
Without hesitation, he repeated his words in a serious tone.
Klein handed the Sea God Scepter to him.
“You should get used to this Sealed Artifact and the daily life
as a Sea God. Once you finish digesting the Cataclysmic
Interrer potion, use it to concoct the potion. The prior acting
will reduce the difficulty of advancing.”
In fact, Klein could now remove the “Grafting” and transfer
the concept of “Sea God” which was directed at him and
Sefirah Castle to Alger, allowing him to directly become half a
Sea God. It would allow him to better adapt to his identity and
better act in advance.
However, considering how he was about to accommodate The
Fool’s Uniqueness, he needed sufficient anchors to balance the
consciousness of the Celestial Worthy’s awakening. He
couldn’t be missing the Sea God’s believers. Klein decided to
wait until his condition had stabilized before completely
transferring everything that was related to Sea God.
Currently, Alger was an attendant more suitable to wield the
authority, helping the deity listen and respond to prayer
without enjoying the corresponding anchors and identity. The
Sea God Scepter’s owner was still Klein, as everything still
pointed at him. This was the miraculous use of “Grafting.”
Alger suppressed his excitement and joy as he answered
Gehrman Sparrow sincerely and received the Sea God Scepter.
Then, he deliberated and asked, “What negative effects does
this Sealed Artifact have?”
“Mr. Fool has already applied certain seals to it. The negative
effects of the Sea God Scepter have been greatly reduced,”
Klein said simply. “It will only make the wielder more irritable
and cause the spirit to be in a certain state of chaos. In
addition, it will drain the blood of the surrounding creatures
every month. You can fly to the sea or an uninhabited island
ahead of time.”
That’s still manageable… Alger secretly heaved a sigh of
relief before asking what Beyonder powers the scepter had.
After Klein briefly described it, he vanished.
…
In the ancient palace above the fog.
After finishing the additional preparations, Klein sat on The
Fool’s chair and conjured a piece of goatskin and a dark red
fountain pen. He began analyzing the possible developments at
the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range when he faced
the Antigonus family’s ancestor.
If everything goes smoothly, and I enter the final stage of
accommodating The Fool’s Uniqueness, the Goddess will
definitely have to remove the Concealment. This is because
this is the only way to allow the region to interact with reality,
allowing fate to connect, thus achieving the effect of fooling
fate.
From Mr. Door’s apotheosis ritual, the commotion caused by
accommodating a Uniqueness is definitely not trivial. Once it’s
not concealed, this matter will definitely be detected by the
other deities. Furthermore, those who are concerned about this
matter must’ve been watching the main peak of the Hornacis
mountain range recently. Once there are any changes there,
“They” will immediately know.
In such a situation, there’s no doubt that there will be
interference, destruction, assistance, and support. It’s very
important to find out who the foes and allies are. Otherwise,
there’s no way to make targeted preparations.
The Goddess is definitely on my side. If “She” were an enemy,
I would’ve been concealed countless times. It’s impossible for
me to grow to this level. To put it simply, “She” had many
opportunities to sell me out. Furthermore, “She” could sell it at
a very good price previously. Furthermore, to “Her,” it
wouldn’t affect “Her” ability to support who becomes the Lord
of the Mysteries. That’s why “She” can make a decision based
on “Her” preferences. Adam is currently unable to bypass the
seal and obtain the River of Eternal Darkness.
The ones who do not wish for Amon to become the Lord of
the Mysteries the most are the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Lord
of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Once
someone attempts to destroy my ritual to accommodate The
Fool’s Uniqueness, “They” would definitely help me and
directly provide help.
Apart from these four true deities, the remaining Sequence 0s
are:
Visionary Adam and the True Creator are Amon’s father. The
probability of helping “Him” is definitely higher than “Them”
being on the sidelines; Earth Mother has placed a bet on me
through Emlyn, but it’s not necessarily the case that “She”
would definitely help me at the critical moment. To “Her,”
waiting patiently for the outcome when there are no interests
at play is the best choice. The Primordial Demoness’s
condition is odd. It’s possible for “Her” to make any choice.
The attitude of the God of Steam and Machinery is ambiguous.
It’s more likely for “Him” to remain neutral or privately make
a deal with Amon and Adam. I don’t have any chips to move
“Him.”
Other than these true deities, there are some uncommon
Sequence 0s or the consciousnesses in existence that are nearly
at Sequence 0.
The Lord of the Abyss, also known as the Dark Side of the
Universe, is suspected to have been invaded by the Mother
Tree of Desire. “He” would occasionally respond to the
prayers of the Blood Sanctify Sect. It has been a long time
since “He” exerted any influence on the real world. Likewise,
the Chained God is in a similar situation.
What “They” will do will only depend on the Mother Tree of
Desire’s thoughts. And to the Outer Deities, delaying the birth
of a Lord of the Mysteries should be a consensus. Under such
circumstances, stopping me from being able to accommodate
The Fool’s Uniqueness will only cause me to be at an absolute
disadvantage in the competition with Amon, allowing the
competition to quickly determine a winner.
The most plausible strategy of the Mother Tree of Desire is
tacit consent. “She” might even help me to accommodate The
Fool’s Uniqueness, preventing the scale between me and
Amon from tilting. After that, “She” will repeatedly destroy
our inclinations and attempts to converge, delaying the birth of
the Lord of the Mysteries to the apocalypse.
The Red Angel evil spirit definitely hasn’t recovered to the
level where “He” can be involved in such matters. The Hidden
Sage is very mysterious, making it difficult to guess “His”
thoughts, but “He” should know that I am hostile towards
“Him.”
At this point in the analysis, Klein made a conclusion:
“Allies: The Evernight Goddess, Lord of Storms, Eternal
Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom:
“Foes: Visionary Adam, True Creator, and Mr. Error Amon.
“Neutral with tendencies to support me: Earth Mother, Dark
Side of the Universe, and Chained God.
“Neutral with tendencies to support Amon: Hidden Sage.
“Neutral and ambiguous attitudes: Primordial Demoness, God
of Steam and Machinery.”
Yes, I’ll ignore how far Adam and the True Creator have
fused. I’ll consider the worst-case scenario. I’ll treat “Them”
as the ancient sun god and treat them as a dual-pathway
Sequence 0 true god… The Goddess has the Uniqueness of the
Twilight Giant and Death. Although “She” hasn’t
accommodated them, “She” has some level of control of them
using that bird-shaped, golden accessory as a medium. Even if
“She” can’t compare to the ancient sun god, she can definitely
stall “Him”…
I’ll also consider Amon as a dual-pathways Sequence 0 true
god. At least two of the Lord of Storms trio have to be
diverted to have a chance to fend “Him” off… From the
surface, I still hold a certain advantage… Klein looked at the
content listed on the piece of paper as he thought silently.
However, this advantage didn’t consider the neutral factions.
Klein tapped the edge of the long mottled table and considered
the worst situation.
The Primordial Demoness, Hidden Sage, and God of Steam
and Machinery might all choose to help Amon based on their
own secret dealings or “Their” morality.
This way, even if Earth Mother participated in the battle,
Klein’s side would be at a disadvantage. The God of Steam
and Machinery and the other god from the omnipotent and
omniscient pathway would cancel out each other. The
Primordial Demoness would hold back the Earth Mother, who
had just taken back the Uniqueness of The Moon. The Hidden
Sage would face the Universe’s Dark Side and the Chained
God which were controlled by the Mother Tree of Desire—the
powers that the Outer Deities could sneak into the world were
extremely limited. This gave the Hidden Sage a likely
advantage.
Furthermore, this cancellation was a calculation based on ideal
conditions. In reality, under the chaotic situation, Amon, who
was in charge of the “Error” authority, could play many tricks.
It was possible that “He” would be able to find weaknesses in
an instant and bypass the obstacles, causing Klein’s ritual to
fail and make him lose control on the spot. In addition, some
deities who supported Klein on the surface might turn to help
Amon due to reasons he wasn’t aware of.
As for the Sealed Artifacts that could change the power
balance between the deities, Klein didn’t know much about
them and wasn’t able to make an analysis.
Heh, I didn’t expect that there would be a day when I fleeced
the Mother Tree of Desire. Yes, I have to make some
preparations for the worst-case scenario to prevent things from
developing in this direction. Klein dispersed the paper and
fountain pen in front of him and cast his gaze at a particular
prayer light.
His figure vanished from Sefirah Castle and appeared on
Bernadette’s Dawn.
Chapter 1372 - The Other Use of the Magic Wishing Lamp

Chapter 1372 The Other Use of the Magic Wishing

Lamp

Queen Mystic Bernadette seemed to have a sense of

foreboding when she saw Gehrman Sparrow’s arrival. Without
any surprise, she put down the ancient scroll in her hand and
cast her gaze at the visitor at the door.
Klein didn’t stand on ceremony and said directly, “I wish to
borrow the Magic Wishing Lamp for a day.”
Bernadette nodded gently and raised “Her” hand to pick up the
Magic Wishing Lamp beside “Her.”
“Her” invisible servant immediately held the unique lamp and
brought it to Klein.
Klein took it and said in a deep voice, “Thank you.”
Bernadette didn’t make any requests. It was as though she
wasn’t afraid that she would end up having accumulated an
additional wish and dying a strange death.
She believed that Mr. Fool would be able to resolve this
problem because the existence had displayed this ability the
last time.
In the next second, Klein, who had transformed into Gehrman
Sparrow, vanished from the Dawn and returned to Sefirah
Castle.
When he placed the Magic Wishing Lamp on the table in front
of him, he immediately saw the candlewick light up, emitting
a sticky light that formed a distorted, blurry golden figure.
“You haven’t fulfilled your promise yet, so I won’t fulfill your
wishes according to your will again,” Genie said with a
majestic and dignified voice. “You should know that the
current owner of this lamp is Roselle’s daughter. The first wish
you made was to place ‘Her’ accumulated wishes that could
allow ‘Her’ to suffer a backlash at the level Above the
Sequences on you. And this time, I won’t permit you to
transfer ‘Her’ wishes onto yourself.”
When Klein had used the Magic Wishing Lamp to escape, he
hadn’t changed the ownership of this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
It still belonged to Bernadette, and its wielder was still Queen
Mystic.
Therefore, his wish would simultaneously be accumulated on
himself and Bernadette.
At that time, his first wish was to transfer the two wishes that
Bernadette had previously made under his name. This cleared
Bernadette’s accumulated wishes, and he was burdened with
two wishes.
But at the same time, this first wish was also accumulated.
Therefore, after it was fulfilled, Bernadette’s count became 1,
and Klein’s was 3.
Following that, Klein made a second wish. It would
undoubtedly be counted towards both Bernadette and him.
Finally, Bernadette’s wish count was 2 without exceeding the
critical point, while Klein reached 4. Without any surprises, he
encountered the backlash from the rules that were at the level
of an Outer Deity. He died on the spot in Adam’s corpse
cathedral and successfully escaped.
Under the premise that Klein made another wish, it would
make Bernadette’s wish count reach 3, causing her to
unavoidably suffer something terrifying.
Of course, he could also mimic the first wish he did
previously, transferring Bernadette’s wish count onto himself
and spending one chance at “revival.” However, the Genie had
already made it clear that “He” would distort any similar
wishes, allowing the wish to be realized in a way that Klein
didn’t wish to see.
Sigh, it’s also because I was in a rush the last time. And
Roselle was affected by the Primordial Moon, so the wish we
came up with was definitely flawed… At that time, I
should’ve added a description to make the first wish only
count under my name. Or perhaps, I should’ve added another
wish between the first and second wish to transfer the
ownership of the Magic Wishing Lamp to me. After all, my
death would result in the ownership being cleared, and the
Magic Wishing Lamp would return to its wielder… As Klein
sighed inwardly, he smiled at Genie.
“You should be no stranger to ‘Tampering’ and ‘Reassembly.’
“With your level and current state as this lamp, I can now rely
on Sefirah Castle to ‘Graft’ its ownership from Bernadette
onto me. Or perhaps, we can use a different method and
directly use ‘Theft’?”
Genie’s blurry golden figure fell silent. After a few seconds,
“He” said, “Although you aren’t as cunning as ‘Him,’ you’re
just as shameless.
“However, this is of no use. After you accumulate your wishes
and die, the ownership of this lamp will still return to Roselle’s
daughter. And I will distort the rules and place your wish
count onto ‘Her.’
“Also, I said earlier that before you fulfill your promise, I
won’t fulfill your wish normally again.”
Klein maintained his smile.
“I once heard a story regarding investors.
“When a company is in trouble, the ones who are more willing
to provide aid will definitely be the original investors.
Although they have already paid a lot, if they don’t continue
investing, they might not be able to recoup their investment
and end up losing all their money.
“Of course, if they could use other means to retrieve their own
share, or exchange their investment for greater benefits, it
would be another story.
“Which type do you think you are?”
Genie stared at Klein, who was sitting in The Fool’s seat, and
laughed.
“After you gain a deeper grasp of Sefirah Castle, you also
seem to have obtained the eloquence of a Swindler. However,
unless you help me remove the seal now, it will be difficult for
me to affect matters at the level of Sequence 0. At most, you
will encounter a backlash from Above the Sequences laws and
die again.
“However, this won’t be of any help to what you wish to do
now. Death means failure. Furthermore, you should know very
well that losing control during your advancement will affect
all your avatars. It’s not something that can be avoided by
cutting off all connections.”
Klein smiled and nodded.
“Indeed, I haven’t thought of a wish yet. I’m just making
preparations.”
With that said, he looked at the Magic Wishing Lamp.
“Actually, this lamp has another use that can affect matters at
Sequence 0.
“I heard that a true god once attempted to destroy this lamp,
but failed in the end. Indeed, how can a lamp that can seal an
Outer Deity be so easily damaged? It definitely has the power
of the Lord of the Mysteries or Sefirah Castle.”
As he spoke, the smile on Klein’s face gradually became
obvious.
“It’s such a waste not to use something as sturdy as this as a
shield.”
“…” Genie fell silent for a long time.
After such a friendly exchange, Klein and Genie exchanged
their views. The fact that both of them were connected by fate
had allowed “Them” to come up with a preliminary
agreement.
Then, Klein placed the Magic Wishing Lamp into his pocket,
prepared to use it at any time.
After completing all of this, he cast his gaze at the fragments
of light related to the Hornacis mountain range in the fog of
history.
He was almost done with his preparations. Next, he would
create another avatar and steal the undigested Attendant of
Mysteries Beyonder characteristic from himself. Then, he
could face the ancestor of the Antigonus family.
And this might very well trigger a divine battle.
To be frank, Klein didn’t wish for that to happen. This was
because a war of deities would likely have a negative impact
on the real world.
Back when the Rose Redemption stopped the resurrection of
the Primordial One, in the divine battle to assassinate the
ancient sun god, which involved the help of Dark Angel Sasrir,
it directly brought about a disaster that affected the entire
Eastern Continent. This caused more than 99% of the living
creatures there to die, making large swaths of the terrain to
resemble the abyss.
The War of the Four Emperors and the Pale Disaster had
nearly destroyed the Northern Continent, causing countless
people to die and mutate. This caused the mountains to turn
into lakes, valleys into peaks, rivers changing paths, the land
to collapse, and the ocean to go berserk.
The battle between the Evernight Goddess and the God of
Combat happened in the astral world. It happened in the
Evernight Goddess’s divine kingdom, and it was relatively
brief. Therefore, it had the least impact on the real world.
However, before that, the world war that exceeded a year had
drained the blood and tears of countless people.
If it was possible, Klein was actually willing to give up on
Sefirah Castle and live on as a Sequence 1 or even a Sequence
2 angel. The matter would then develop in the most peaceful
way.
However, along the way, there were already too many
existences who provided him with kindness, help, and faith. At
this moment, if Klein were to give up, he would put them into
danger. This wasn’t being kind, but selfish.
From time immemorial, which successful person didn’t bear
the fates of many people?
If he gave up, what about the rest?
The members of the Tarot Club, The Fool believers of the City
of Silver and Moon City, Azik Eggers, Reinette Tinekerr, Will
Auceptin… Various faces quickly flashed across Klein’s mind.
Finally, he let out a long sigh.
If Amon could be trusted, it wasn’t that Klein couldn’t hand
over all of this to “Him.” However, this God of Deceit had
always been reckless. Even “His” believers were all
“Himself.”
If Klein were to give up just like that—notwithstanding his
own safety—the people or demigods he had just thought of
might be caught by his enemies or directly end up wearing a
monocle on their right eye. Among them, Will Auceptin and
The Fool’s believers were in the most danger.
Believe in the might of deities, but do not trust “Their”
benevolence!
This was Klein’s decision. When facing the Evernight
Goddess, he had used the Lord of Storms and company as an
example. This was telling “Her” that he wouldn’t let “Her”
down after all the help “She” had given. This was the
existence that had bet the most on him. If Klein were to give
up, the Evernight Goddess might have to pay a greater price to
obtain the River of Eternal Darkness. “She” might even not be
able to obtain it forever. This was because after the appearance
of the two pillars—Lord of the Mysteries and God Almighty—
it meant that the threat from the Outer Deities would be
reduced to its lowest level. There wouldn’t be any need for
additional Great Old Ones to appear.
Phew, I’ll later use Sefirah Castle to “Graft” the main peak of
the Hornacis mountain range to the astral world. This can
prevent the war of deities from bringing any harm to the real
world to the greatest extent. It can also allow the deities who
are guarding the cracking barrier to unleash “Their” full
strength. After all, most of my supporters are orthodox
deities… Klein’s mind raced as he came up with a solution.
He then snapped his fingers and used Sefirah Castle to create
an avatar to stand beside him.
Chapter 1373 - Facing

Chapter 1373 Facing

The avatar Klein created was a blueprint of his present state,

and not Dwayne Dantès, Sherlock Moriarty, or Merlin
Hermes, so as to avoid any obstacles in his self-awareness.
After experiencing the mutation brought by Adam, he became
more careful in such aspects.
Glancing at his avatar, Klein’s thoughts made his face turn
blank.
The avatar extended its right hand and stirred Sefirah Castle’s
strength to grab at the main body.
Again and again, it failed more than ten times. Finally, it
managed to extract bits of dark light from the main body.
Finally… Klein sighed and extinguished the thought of trying
to execute this attempt during the actual battle.
Despite not resisting at all, with his body and mind at ease, his
avatar had still spent so much time failing while using Sefirah
Castle’s level and strength. It was easy to imagine its value in
actual combat.
As more and more Beyonder characteristics left his body,
Klein felt relaxed. He felt like he had finally abandoned a
heavy burden after a long walk.
Of course, there was a certain fluctuation in his mental state.
After losing the lingering mental imprint from Zaratul, the
awakening of the Celestial Worthy’s consciousness began to
invade his mind.
This was within Klein’s expectations; therefore, he wasn’t
flustered at all. With his self-awareness that had long
stabilized, his tenacious willpower, and his ample anchors, he
gradually resisted the corruption of the Celestial Worthy’s will
and found a new balance.
At the same time, when the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder
characteristic that Klein hadn’t fully digested entered his
avatar’s body, its blank face suddenly twisted, growing out
dark, lusterless eyes, and an indistinct white long beard.
At this moment, it greatly resembled Zaratul.
However, it was unable to withstand the madness brought
about by the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic.
Its body rapidly developed towards collapse as transparent,
distorted maggots crawled out and slippery and sinister
tentacles extended out.
It lost control on the spot.
Klein didn’t stay idle. Without any hesitation, he moved his
finger, making the avatar turn into his marionette.
This terminated the process of losing control.
At this point, he had already made all preparations. His main
body had completely digested the potion, allowing him to be
in a state to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness. He also had
a Sequence 1 marionette.
Following that, Klein leaned back into his chair and replayed
what he was about to do in his mind to see if there were any
fatal flaws.
This is the most I can do for the battle of the deities. I can only
do my best afterwards… Hmm, am I being too optimistic
about the first stage because of the Goddess’s help and the
supplementary River of Eternal Darkness’s water? That’s why
I’m not worried that the Antigonus family’s ancestor won’t
cause any accidents? After a round of scrutiny, Klein felt that
he was still not cautious enough. There was a little arrogance
and carelessness in the matter.
After some thought, he created another avatar which still had a
blank face.
After completing this, Klein stood up, took out Creeping
Hunger from the fog of history, and wore it on his left hand.
This was a preparation for any possible small-scale battles.
Under such a scene, “Blink” was faster and more convenient
than “Grafting.”
After adjusting his collar, Klein slowly surveyed the area and
made his gaze fall on the strange door of light that was stained
with bluish-black. It landed on the humans who were hanging
there, wrapped in transparent “cocoons.”
As he scanned each and every one of them, his gaze landed on
the three shattered transparent “cocoons.”
In the next second, Klein’s figure vanished and appeared in the
grayish-white fog of history. He walked to the time before the
First Epoch, and he arrived at the stacked metropolis of old.
He stood at the top of a dilapidated skyscraper that barely
stood erect. He looked down at the pile of wreckage, the
public transportation vehicles that had turned into metal
pancakes, and numerous overlapping sedans.
Amidst the silence, he swept his gaze across the remaining
buildings. It seemed to pass through the barriers of history,
allowing him to see the electric lamps lit up inside them.
The light from the lamps spread out gently, illuminating the
glass and skyscrapers, streets, and every corner of metropolis
ruins.
After staring at it for a long time, Klein retracted his gaze and
took a step back to the real world.
Right on the heels of that, he directly teleported to the summit
of the Hornacis mountain range. He “saw” that ancient palace
that was shrouded in fog, dilapidated, and overgrown with
weeds.
His marionette and avatar appeared in front of him, like two
guards.
Facing the ancient palace, Klein pressed his top hat, raised his
right hand, and snapped his fingers.
The peak of the Hornacis mountain range instantly turned
dark. Illusory stars appeared around them.
Klein had “Grafted” this place to the astral world.
Without any hesitation, he led his marionette and avatar to the
main door of the ancient palace.
The marionette that looked almost identical to him was one
step ahead. It bent down, stretched out its hands, and slowly
pushed the heavy stone door open.
The door slowly creaked open, revealing the scene inside.
And it was different from the last time Klein sent the
Trunsoest Brass Book over. It was dark inside, making it
impossible for anyone to see the numerous corpses hanging
above the hall, nor could he see the cluster of transparent
maggots that were sitting on the huge stone chair.
Without needing to guess, Klein made use of the intuition of a
Seer at the King of Angels level to confirm that this was the
change caused by the Evernight Goddess using the River of
Eternal Darkness’s water to allow the ancestor of the
Antigonus family to enter a state of eternal slumber.
After the marionette and avatar entered, he slowly walked
through the door and entered the palace.
The darkness swayed and changed.
Numerous buildings appeared in the surroundings as figures
walked along the streets. Their voices spread out, causing the
surroundings to become lively and noisy.
The people ignored Klein and his marionette and avatar as
they headed for their destinations while chatting with each
other.
They and the buildings were dark in color, almost close to
black-and-white. They were like old photos that came from
deep within history that had suddenly come to life.
This made Klein think of black-and-white holographic
projections, the scenes in the Historical Void, and those in real
dreams.
He strolled through this town and walked along the elevating
streets.
And the higher they went, the more magnificent the buildings
became. The massive stone pillar supported an exaggerated
dome.
The people living in this “black-and-white photo” were
generally tall. They seemed to be learning, working, and
resting.
The scenes here changed continuously, showing the birth of a
baby, the growth of a child, the ignorance of youth, the worries
of an adult, the pressure of a middle-aged man, and the sorrow
of aging.
Of course, they were all interlinked with each other. Only a
portion would become the main theme at times.
As Klein ventured deeper, he saw the residents of the towns
die.
Their loved ones weren’t overly sad. They carried the dead
back home, placed them on the bed with a pillow as if the
corpses were still alive.
When Klein was about to leave the town’s borders, the dead
got up from bed, left their family, and walked out of their
homes, heading towards the highest point of the street.
There was also a city there. It seemed to be the City of the
Dead, the eventual refuge of life, a kingdom of eternal repose.
This was very close to where normal people lived. The latter
was distributed by the mountainside to the peak, while the
former was on the peak.
Others might be surprised by such a state, but Klein instantly
understood what this scenery meant.
This was because he directly saw Spirit Body Threads on the
deceased.
The moment they were about to die, their Spirit Body Threads
floated towards the peak, controlled by an unknown existence.
That also meant that they had become marionettes.
Therefore, the deceased could leave their own families and
head to the peak after dying for some time.
And this was completely in line with the details mentioned in
the “Research of the Hornacis Main Peak’s Relics.”
The Nation of the Evernight belonged to the Mother of the Sky
from the Evernight pathway, but at the peak, there was a town
used by the Antigonus family’s ancestor.
Therefore, the residents of the Nation of the Evernight were
respectful and afraid of Evernight. They believed in the
Mother of the Sky. At the same time, they believed that death
was not the end. They believed that their dead loved ones
would bless them from Evernight.
Indeed, death wasn’t the end. The City of Dead was just beside
them—at the peak. They could reach it just by walking, and
the dead would continue living their lives as marionettes.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this was undoubtedly the same
as still being alive.
The nation of the living and the City of Dead were like two
ends of a road. The distance between life and death was so
close that they were like neighbors.
This also explained why the Nation of the Evernight didn’t
have tombs, as the deceased didn’t need to be buried. They
turned into marionettes and headed for the peak.
This should be the Nation of the Evernight from back then…
Klein nodded slightly and proceeded towards the peak in the
dark environment.
What entered his eyes was indeed a seemingly normal town,
but everyone here was a marionette.
After passing through the marionettes who dressed and looked
different, Klein entered the magnificent palace that seemed to
honor a deity.
Deep in the palace, on the huge stone chair, a figure propped
its elbow on the armrest, its head leaning back against the
chair.
“His” face was rather young, but “His” long hair was half-
white. Half of it was concealed, the other revealed; “His”
appearance was that of a man, and “His” eyes were darker
than Zaratul’s, and they contained an indescribable sense of
the vicissitudes of life. “His” facial features were pretty good,
but “His” cheeks had a thick, black tuft of fur that resembled a
wolf fur. “He” gave off a feeling of both old-age and
youthfulness, rationality and madness.
This was the ancestor of the Antigonus family. This time,
“He” didn’t appear in the form of a Mythical Creature, and
instead sat on a huge stone chair in “His” original appearance.
At that moment, “His” eyes were tightly shut as though “He”
was in a deep sleep. And inside the hall, there were corpses
wearing simple or luxurious clothes hanging from the ceiling.
They were like inverted forests that swayed gently in the wind.
After entering a state of eternal slumber, the ancestor of the
Antigonus family finally managed to temporarily free himself
from the state of losing control and madness, and returned to
how he was before? Klein stood in the middle of the hall,
looking at his target as he sighed.
The scene he saw of the Nation of the Evernight and the City
of Dead earlier was the dream belonging to Antigonus—a
dream that lasted for more than a thousand years.
Chapter 1374 - Trojan Horse of Destiny

Chapter 1374 Trojan Horse of Destiny

Looking at The Half-Fool on the huge stone chair, the scenes

from before, as well as the relevant scenes of the Nation of the
Evernight flashed through Klein’s mind. This evoked thoughts
in him.
He didn’t know much about Antigonus. In fact, he had almost
lost control because of the ravings of “His” “Hornacis…
Flegrea…” Therefore, he didn’t feel any sympathy at the
moment, at best some form of empathy.
The lingering memories were undoubtedly one of the best
memories of the past.
Even though “He” was born extraordinary, Antigonus seemed
to be deeply fond of the small, peaceful, and isolated nation.
Klein slowly exhaled as he looked away from the man with the
thick, black, sharp beard, and his gaze landed on the huge
stone chair to the side.
A book made of thin, yellow brass was quietly placed there. It
kept having three mercury-colored lines of rules being
superseded on it.
0-02, Trunsoest Brass Book.
Using powers similar to “Grafting” to complete the seal? Yes,
it seems to have gone a step further. Not only is the beginning
directly connected to the end, but the intelligence of the
Trunsoest Brass Book has also been fooled, allowing it to
ignore the middle parts that had been skipped, and not making
attempts to change things. It just keeps repeating actions over
and over again… Klein glanced at 0-02 and muttered to
himself in thought.
This made him have some guesses about the abilities of The
Fool.
Without thinking further, Klein got the Attendant of Mysteries
marionette to “Graft” the starting point to the endpoint as he
walked to the huge stone chair and picked up the Trunsoest
Brass Book.
On the one hand, this was to eliminate any possible
interference, and on the other hand, he was trying to test out
Antigonus’s current condition.
Seeing that The Half-Fool was still sleeping and unable to
escape from “His” eternal slumber, Klein heaved a sigh of
relief. He made his marionette take the Trunsoest Brass Book
and retreat to the entrance of the palace to wait for him.
The reason he didn’t allow his avatar to retrieve the Grade 0
Sealed Artifact was that he was worried that the Trunsoest
Brass Book, which had a certain connection with a sefirah,
would be able to produce passive negative effects during the
critical moment he was accommodating The Fool’s
Uniqueness. This might lead to the situation developing in a
terrible direction.
When it came to avoiding the negative effects of the Sealed
Artifact, marionettes were definitely better than avatars.
This was also why Klein didn’t bring the Staff of the Stars. He
couldn’t place a time bomb beside him.
Usually, it was fine. He could rely on his level, status, and
abilities so as to forcefully suppress the Staff of the Stars, but
in the process of accommodating The Fool’s Uniqueness, he
would be very weak. He couldn’t interfere with the people or
things around him. Any mistakes could cause him to lose
control on the spot.
To deal with the situation of Sefirah Castle being sealed, thus
causing him to be unable to use its powers, Klein had no
choice but to bring a Sealed Artifact that could provide
“Teleportation” powers. Therefore, he chose Creeping Hunger.
At that moment, Klein felt the glove on his left hand tremble
while facing a King of Angels that controlled a Uniqueness.
He then used his right hand to caress Creeping Hunger and
whispered jokingly, “Don’t worry. You’re just a projection
from the Historical Void.”
Using this method to ease his taut nerves, Klein surveyed the
area and confirmed that there was nothing else he needed to
do.
Immediately after, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed
deeply to Antigonus.
When he straightened his body and lifted his head, a
complicated, mysterious, illusory brand appeared on his
forehead.
This brand was like a strange door of light that was tainted
with hints of bluish-black. It constantly emitted a faint
grayish-white fog.
In the next second, Klein reached out his right hand. Although
it wasn’t too far away, not was it too close. He “contained”
Antigonus’s body within his fingers.
His fingers quickly closed, and with a twist of his wrist, he
completed the “Theft.”
He obtained nothing.
This attempt failed.
Klein wasn’t depressed. He once again began stealing
Antigonus’s identity, fate, and self-awareness.
Although he was already a King of Angels, his powers in
stealing came from Sefirah Castle. At present, he was only at
Sequence 1, while Antigonus had been corrupted by the Lord
of the Mysteries, a King of Angels that had accommodated the
Uniqueness. There was still an obvious difference between the
two.
Therefore, even if Antigonus had entered a temporary state of
eternal slumber and was unable to resist, Klein suffered failure
many times.
He wasn’t nervous or disappointed in such a situation. This
was something he had expected previously. After all, as long
as the theft wasn’t completed, the Evernight Goddess wouldn’t
dispel the concealment effect and let the fate here interact with
the real world. There wouldn’t be any external interference
either. Klein had plenty of time and a stable environment to
continue his attempts.
After failing countless times, Klein suddenly had a flash of
inspiration and predicted something.
He reached out his right hand again, closed his fingers, and
twisted them gently.
Suddenly, he felt something invisible leave Antigonus’s body
and float towards him.
At the same time, an indescribable river of light with countless
distributaries appeared in front of him.
The illusory river continued to flow forward, drowning one
distributary after another, allowing them to become part of the
main river.
This was a symbol of fate. It also had many different images,
such as a slowly rotating segmented wheel, or a giant serpent
that had its head and tail connected. At that moment, when fate
was swapped, Klein saw the river of light.
In the next second, fragmented images and scenes appeared in
Klein’s mind:
An eight-legged demonic wolf, who had just been born, was
sprawled on the hill. Amidst the thick and black short fur on
its body, transparent and distorted maggots crawled about.
“He” was the youngest son of the ancient god, Flegrea, a
natural Mythical Creature. At that moment, “He” was looking
at “His” sister, brother, and a portion of “His” clansmen
playing amongst corpses. “He” despised the crude methods
they employed when dealing with their prey. “He” believed
that prey should be hoisted up for slow, refined enjoyment to
match their status.
This demonic wolf that could be called a subsidiary god was
most afraid of his father, the powerful, terrifying, crazy ancient
god. Although Flegrea had already produced many children
through instinctual mating, removing plenty of “His”
Beyonder characteristics, it was uncontrollable with no way to
guarantee progress. Therefore, “He” was still crazy, cruel,
bloodthirsty, and filled with an instinct for destruction. “He”
had even killed several descendants.
This demonic wolf who could create miracles and fulfill all
kinds of wishes chased after “His” prey, biting or killing them,
thus enjoying a state of pure happiness.
“He” didn’t have a deep impression of the subsidiary gods of
“His” father, Flegrea. “He” clearly remembered that “He”
hated the God of Wishes, Kotar. Even if “He” was also a
demonic wolf.
Also, “He” didn’t like the God of Death, Salinger. “He” found
“Him” gloomy, solitary, and that “He” exuded a rotting and
disgusting aura. On the other hand, Goddess of Misfortune,
Amanises, met the beauty standards of both a demonic wolf
and a human. “She” had a gentle personality and was very
good at placating one’s heart. “She” wasn’t annoying, but this
female subsidiary goddess rarely appeared. “She” was always
like a shadow, hiding in a place that wasn’t easily discovered.
Of course, the demonic wolf remembered that a few of his
older sisters and brothers were rather against Amanises,
hoping to seize “Her” position.
The demonic wolf witnessed his father’s death, the death of a
powerful ancient god, and saw the blood of the ancient god
splattered all over the body of the Goddess of Misfortune,
Amanises. And in the chaos, the Uniqueness and a Sequence 1
Beyonder characteristic were pulled into “Her” hands.
“He” and one of “His” sisters escaped the kingdom of the
demonic wolves and hid everywhere.
Without the protection of “His” father, the demonic wolf and
“His” sister realized that their former reckless life wasn’t
normal. Pain and danger were present in everything. Finally,
“They” crossed the sea and came to the Northern Continent.
They established a concealed kingdom in the uninhabited
Hornacis mountain range.
“He” and “His” sister didn’t dare expose “Themselves.” All
“They” did was gather believers and amass a population. In
this situation, “He” created the City of Dead that existed
alongside a living nation, making the dead believers become
“His” marionettes to complete an advancement ritual.
Although this period was filled with anxiety, it was the best
time period in the memories of this demonic wolf. As “He”
saw “His” sister having more and more believers, and how
“His” marionette town was becoming more complete, “He”
seemed to have forgotten the troubles and dangers of the
outside world and achieved the first peaceful time period since
“His” birth.
Under the influence of the believers, “He” and “His” sister
gradually gained some so-called humanity.
After the Cataclysm, “He” finally advanced to Attendant of
Mysteries and turned “Himself” into a human. With the last
name of Antigonus, “He” left the Hornacis mountain range
and returned to the real world outside the concealed kingdom.
From this moment onwards, Antigonus’s memories and
knowledge became increasingly fragmented. Many times,
“He” even found “Himself” a little unfamiliar.
After “He” accommodated The Fool’s Uniqueness, the
situation became worse…
As the images flashed, Klein quickly came to a realization.
I am Antigonus, I am The Half-Fool!
With a loud boom, his body constantly changed. At times, he
had black hair, brown eyes, and a scholarly air, a Klein Moretti
who had fused with Zhou Mingrui’s appearance. Occasionally,
he had long white hair and a thick black beard like Antigonus.
Other times, he wore a dark black cloak that made it difficult
to see his face, and this mysterious person constantly extended
slippery tentacles to the side.
At that moment, Klein’s thoughts were extremely chaotic. His
mental state was completely imbalanced.
He was barely able to maintain his self-awareness. Under the
impact of the two mental storms, he teetered.
At the same time, he had received the fate of Antigonus’s
losing control and was on the verge of collapse.
A series of prayers rang out in his ears. Each and every word
of praise was mixed together, forming an illusory image that
joined the chaotic battlefield.
…
Rorsted Archipelago, Bayam, the bell tower of the Church of
The Fool.
A young man wearing a pointed hat and monocle suddenly
appeared here and stood behind the railing, looking down at
the entire city.
Mr. Error Amon!
In the next second, “He” saw Bayam and the distant New City
of Silver and New Moon City disappear as though someone
had wiped them off the map with an eraser.
“How boring.” Upon seeing this scene, Amon shook “His”
head with a smile. “He” wasn’t disappointed either.
He only wanted to test if Klein or the Evernight Goddess had
repaired the bug in this aspect.
After striking the bell, “He” could be considered The Fool’s
Angel of Time to a certain extent. “He” could use this
loophole to directly steal a portion of his anchors.
Such theft was of little value, but it was very useful at the
critical moment of a ritual:
The sudden decrease in anchors would definitely tip the
balance, causing Klein to lose control on the spot!
Amon then retracted “His” gaze and raised “His” hand to
straighten the monocle on “His” right eye.
It was as if the light from the stars suddenly lit up in the
crystal monocle.
Chapter 1375 - Beginning the Accommodation

1375 Beginning the

Accommodation
Thud! Thud!
The doors of Backlund, Trier, Lenburg, and St. Millom opened
and closed at the same time without a breeze.
Inside a white tower in the headquarters of the God of
Knowledge and Wisdom.
Lucca, who was on duty underground, sensed that something
was amiss and stood up abruptly.
As a Prophet, he acutely sensed that something was
happening.
The elder in a brass-threaded, white robe immediately used a
mystical technique and arrived at the entrance of the
underground area. He pushed the door open.
However, the door that wasn’t considered heavy to a demigod
didn’t budge as though it was sealed by an invisible force.
Lucca Brewster didn’t attempt to forcibly open it as he cast his
gaze deep underground.
There was silence. There was no sound.
This isn’t normal… Lucca didn’t need to rely on his Beyonder
powers to determine the problem here.
Usually, in the deepest part of the ground, there would always
be sounds that made people’s hair stand on end. But now, it
was as if it had disappeared as though it never existed.
Others might not know, but as a high-ranking member of the
Church of Knowledge, Lucca knew that the voice came from
an extremely terrifying Sealed Artifact that even he didn’t
know the exact details of, so it was impossible for it to be
erased out of thin air.
The current situation could only mean one thing:
Either the Sealed Artifact had already escaped the restrictions
and entered a more bizarre state, or it had been sealed further,
preventing it from affecting the outside world.
Regardless of the possibility, it meant that there was extreme
danger lurking in the surroundings. This was because the
Sealed Artifact’s number was:
0-01!
At the top of Bayam’s remaining bell tower, the light on
Amon’s monocle gradually faded, returning to normal.
Mr. Error hadn’t held back from showcasing “His” new
Beyonder powers, doing so to make a statement to all the
existences watching “Him”:
“He” had already accommodated Door’s Uniqueness and
obtained the corresponding authority!
“He” had used this opportunity to shut off everything related
to the concept of a door in the entire world, greatly
strengthening the effects of any seals.
This caused the orthodox Churches and secret organizations to
be unable to use sealed items for a short period of time
because no one could remove the seal.
Even if a true deity descended from the astral world, it would
still take “Them” a certain amount of time before “They”
could break the restrictions.
Therefore, Amon eliminated most Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts in
the subsequent battle of gods. “He” no longer needed to
consider the corresponding interference.
Of course, such authority wouldn’t be able to influence the
entire world for too long unless Mr. Error had put all “His”
energy into this matter. It was precisely because of this that
“He” didn’t do it ahead of time. Only when “He” observed the
disturbance in Klein’s anchors did “He” suddenly act.
The more powerful a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was, the more
terrifying the negative effects would be. It was even more so
for those that could produce effects at the level of a deity.
Even a Sequence 0 true deity might not be able to withstand it
for too long. Therefore, true deities wouldn’t unseal them
unless it was necessary; otherwise, this would bring about an
even greater disturbance to “Them,” causing them to suffer a
net loss.
After doing this, Amon held up “His” palm and gently leaped
up. Without the bearing of a true god, “He” sat on the railing
at the top of the bell tower.
As “He” gazed at the horizon out into the sea, “He” leisurely
waited for the concealment to be removed. That was when
Klein’s ritual to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness
officially began.
When that happened, “He” would strike the death knell for
him.
…
In the concealed world of the Evernight Goddess.
Under the repeated impact of the awakening of the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, and Antigonus’s
self-awareness and mental imprint, Klein’s consciousness was
like a sailboat in a storm. It would sometimes be thrown high
while being struck down. At times, it would suffer corrosion,
and at other times be slammed to the side.
This made his thoughts turn extremely chaotic. He was about
to split into two different personalities, known as Antigonus,
and the Lord of the Mysteries.
At the same time, his avatar also lost its rationality. It was in a
state of being about to collapse into a whirlpool of maggots.
Only the marionette remained standing there in a daze due to
the lack of any control.
The prayers from the believers resounded in Klein’s ears,
forming a corresponding image of what he knew.
This was like a dam that was resisting a surging flood.
Klein wasn’t too unfamiliar with such a situation. He had a
similar experience after becoming an Attendant of Mysteries
and swallowing Zaratul’s Beyonder characteristic. Therefore,
with the help of his anchors, he managed to survive the initial
chaos. With great familiarity, he directed the self-awareness
and mental imprint of Antigonus towards the awakening will
of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.
This caused both parties to corrode each other and be occupied
with each other.
The “mind storm” weakened a lot, finally giving Klein’s self-
consciousness a breather.
Before he could calm down, he immediately directed the
image of him as a god formed by many anchors, into the two
mental corruption’s struggle and tried to find a new balance.
However, this didn’t go smoothly. Compared to before, the
essence of Antigonus’s mental imprint, resilience, and
madness were clearly stronger than Zaratul’s. After all, this
was a King of Angels that had accommodated the Uniqueness
and was known as The Half-Fool.
Furthermore, Klein had also stolen the other party’s identity
and fate. This brought about two other negative effects.
His personality was constantly on the edge of dissociating.
From time to time, he would think that he was Antigonus,
attempting to fuse “His” mental imprint with his own mind.
Having accepted the fate of Antigonus’s loss of control, his
entire body was collapsing uncontrollably. This brought about
even more mental corruption.
In addition, Antigonus’s mental imprint and the awakened will
of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings
wasn’t completely incompatible. In some aspects of “Their”
“battle,” “They” showed signs of fusing together. It was as if
“They” originated from the same existence.
This gave Klein preliminary confirmation. As a natural
Mythical Creature, Antigonus was born with some of the
Celestial Worthy’s will. When “He” advanced to Attendant of
Mysteries, the problem suddenly became serious, causing
“Him” to undergo unexpected changes without “Him”
realizing it. By the time “He” managed to accommodate The
Fool’s Uniqueness, madness had apparently become another
side of “Him.”
In other words, before completely losing control, Antigonus
was already a mentally-sutured monster to a certain level.
“His” self-awareness and mental imprint were part of the
Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, and this
was something that couldn’t be separated by using “Theft.”
Compared to “Him,” Zaratul’s mental imprint was much
cleaner. There was only a small portion that belonged to the
Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. Most of it
came from Zaratul’s intense emotions at “His” deathbed.
The reason why the two were different was that, apart from the
fact that Antigonus had accommodated The Fool’s
Uniqueness, the former had become the Attendant of
Mysteries at the beginning of the Fourth Epoch. At that time,
the will of the Celestial Worthy hadn’t weakened to the state it
was in during the late Fifth Epoch.
Without being able to form a new balance, the speed of Klein’s
breakdown became faster and faster. More than half of his
body was formed from transparent and distorted maggots, and
he extended slippery and sinister tentacles into his
surroundings.
Just as he was trying his best to maintain his consciousness
and not give up searching for a new balance, his collapsed
body, Antigonus’s crazy mental state, and the consciousness of
the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings all fell
into a deep sleep.
This caused all the changes to stop abruptly and return to
normal.
As for Klein’s self-consciousness, he used his trait of resisting
dreams and the invasion of his mind to maintain his clarity of
mind.
That’s right. The fate that I stole includes the fate of being in a
state of eternal slumber outside the fate of going crazy and
losing control… As for me, I can resist eternal slumber to a
certain extent… Klein grabbed the sliver of clarity and gained
a certain understanding of his present state.
To him, this was an opportunity.
It was only at this moment that he fully understood why the
Evernight Goddess needed the river water of the River of
Eternal Darkness to use as a medium to attempt this.
This wasn’t only because it was difficult to put a King of
Angels who had accommodated the Uniqueness, and the
awakening will of the Lord of the Mysteries in “Him” to
temporarily enter a state of eternal sleep, but it was beneficial
to Klein for this state of eternal slumber. This could create an
excellent environment of him being the only one with a sliver
of consciousness while the other interference was all sleeping!
At the same time, Klein also confirmed one thing:
The reason why he was able to remain clear-headed in a dream
and during the instances where his mind was intruded wasn’t
because of the special traits from Sefirah Castle. This was
because the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings in his body was also sleeping.
Although the awakening of the Lord of the Mysteries was still
greatly limited, “His” level and “His” connection with Sefirah
Castle were undoubtedly stronger than Klein’s. If “He”
couldn’t completely resist a state of eternal slumber, why
could Klein?
Therefore, Klein believed that this trait was likely due to the
blessings of the Evernight Goddess, a gift he received when he
came to life.
The blessings given by a true goddess who wielded the power
of the dream domain, and the aura, strength, and magical
powers that Sefirah Castle augmented him with had combined
together to form such a special trait!
It was as if a gentle song came from deep within the dream.
Klein’s consciousness became clearer.
Without any hesitation, he immediately adjusted the sleeping
imprint and corruption in his body and found a new balance.
Following that, he extended slippery tentacles with strange
patterns and used Sefirah Castle’s powers to steal The Fool’s
Uniqueness inside Antigonus’s body.
Perhaps it was because he was now Antigonus, the theft this
time was successful after a small number of failures.
A translucent mask with the symbol of The Fool flew out from
Antigonus’s body!
The man with the thick black beard was still sleeping, as
though “He” would sleep forever.
At the same time, the fog dissipated and illusory starlight
shone into the hall.
This ancient palace suddenly appeared in the dark and
mysterious astral world, appearing at the peak of the Hornacis
mountain range.
The Concealment had been removed, and fate began to be
exchanged.
At this moment in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, on one of
the mountain peaks, a shadow-like curtain appeared on the
surface of a huge cross. It cracked open and a man walked out
from it.
“He” was Adam, dressed in a simple white robe with a thick
blond beard. Behind “Him” was a thick shadow with five
heads.
This shadow had partially merged with “Him,” but it hadn’t
completely become one.
Adam raised “His” head and looked at the astral world which
had been distorted from authority and symbolism. “He” smiled
calmly and said to the shadow behind “Him.”
“They don’t seem to be aware of the reason why I used
Visionary as the foundation this time.
“I’ve never told anyone about the results of this research.”
Just as “He” said that, “He” proclaimed in a solemn and deep
voice, “I am One, and also Infinity, the Beginning and the
End.”
“His” eyes suddenly turned illusory as an ocean that seemed to
contain all possible colors that appeared around “Him.”
Adam then raised “His” hand and grabbed the silver cross
pendant hanging in front of “His” chest.
A burning but illusory sun suddenly appeared above “His”
head. To “His” left, lightning, squalls, and waves formed a
supercilious phantom. On “His” right, there was a white tower
with numerous brass eyes.
The authorities and symbols that Adam had envisioned entered
“His” body one after another under the influence of the Chaos
Sea.
Finally, the shadow that clung tightly to Adam’s back shrank
into “His” body.
Suddenly, the sea that contained all the colors began to rise.
Adam expanded into a giant shadow that seemed capable of
holding up the world.
The shadow slowly walked on the “water surface” of the
illusory, chaotic darkness. It pointed at the astral world and
solemnly declared, “Let there be light!”
In a blink of an eye, the entire astral world lit up. There were
no other secrets that could be concealed. Even portions of the
astral world that connected to Earth, the entire astral world,
and the invisible barrier that had been separated from the
universe appeared.
At that moment, giant, indescribable faces seemed to cling to
the transparent, cracked barrier, silently watching the
developments inside.
Chapter 1376 - Half a Great Old One

Chapter 1376 Half a Great Old One

Inside the astral world—which was even more abstract than

the spirit world, looking as though all the authorities and
symbolism in the universe were included inside-every object
appeared. And the light that illuminated this area wasn’t
spread uniformly. It was mainly concentrated in a few places,
stacking together, forming spots created by a prism.
There were a total of three spots in such a state, each sealing
the various illusory kingdoms. One of the kingdoms was
covered in bright flowers in perpetual daylight. Another
seemed to be formed from books that were opened or closed.
Different figures shuttled between them as they read as a form
of entertainment. One was covered in storms as lightning and
thunder continued without end in the boundless ocean.
In the next second, the three different kingdoms underwent a
violent change.
In the area with perpetual daylight, all the flowers emitted
light, as if they had become burning, miniature suns.
The countless miniature suns intertwined together and surged
deep into the kingdom before rising into an abnormally
blinding golden sun. It emitted a scorching light that could
illuminate the entire world, an entire solar system.
However, no matter how much energy was released by this
almost-real sun, or how many flares of super high-temperature
flames it created, it was unable to break through the prism-like
spots of light. Every destroyed layer had a new layer produced
at an equal speed.
In another part of the astral world, on the surface of the
mysterious country formed from all kinds of books, bits of
brass points of light rapidly circulated on the spot of light,
forming mysterious symbols that seemed to be searching for a
critical point or effective method to destroy the barrier.
During this process, the faint light formed a pair of illusory
eyes that directly saw the weak spots and created eyes there.
Meanwhile, inside the spot of light, there was also faint light
swirling in it. It repeatedly took form, changing the critical
points of the structure.
This made it seem as though both sides were in a contest of
their calculative abilities, with neither side clinching victory.
In the boundless sea that was enveloped by lightning, wind,
and rain, the spot of light suddenly lit up.
It brought a portion of matter and approached the limit to
speed, creating a violent “wave” that could destroy a planet.
Such a “wave” and the tiny bits of light constantly struck the
prism-like spot of light, turning it into countless falling specks
of light.
At some point in time, the spot of light began to ripple like an
illusory ocean that seemed to contain all colors. It seemed to
solidify the surrounding environment, causing the light spots
that carried the storm to slow down uncontrollably. Then, the
points of light repeated a state of acceleration and
deceleration. This kept repeating, but they refused to give up.
With the Chaos Sea as a source, Adam used “Himself” and the
True Creator as a pillar, “Envisioned” three Uniquenesses, and
accommodated them into this system. Adam seemed to exceed
the limitations of Above the Sequences and became Half a
Great Old One. “He” was able to forcefully suppress the
Eternal Blazing Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of
Knowledge and Wisdom by “Himself,” trapping the three
Sequence o true gods within “Their” respective divine
kingdoms!
At that moment, “He” seemed to return to “His” peak
condition, becoming that ancient sun god who slew one
ancient god after another.
“He” chose the two pathways of Visionary and The Hanged
Man as “His” foundation for “His” resurrection because, apart
from them having the trait of resurrecting, this was also the
result of “His” research: this had the highest chance of
becoming God Almighty.
After using either one of the two pathways of Visionary and
The Hanged Man to become a true god and gaining initial
control over the Chaos Sea, “He” could take back the
remaining Uniquenesses and Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristics. This was the easiest path to advance to the
Lord of the Astral World.
And in this matter, there was something more special about
Visionary than The Hanged Man.
When the Visionary first gained control of the Chaos Sea and
accommodated a second Uniqueness and corresponding
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic to a certain extent, “He”
could “Envision” the remaining, fake symbolism and
authority, allowing “Him” to briefly obtain strength that
transcended the Sequences, giving “Him” half a Great Old
One’s strength.
However, at the end of the Third Epoch, the ancient sun god’s
plan was: after being assassinated, “He” would immediately
revive in the Giant King’s Court where Sasrir was. “He”
would first take back The Hanged Man’s Uniqueness and three
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics and became a Sequence o
true god. Then, with the first Blasphemy Slate placed beside
“Him,” “He” would gain preliminary control over the Chaos
Sea. With this foundation, he would allow Angel of
Imagination Adam to awaken and return to “His” main body
to form a support.
After building such a system, the ancient sun god would make
use of The Hanged Man’s “Grazing” ability and a Visionary’s
Virtual Persona means to control the Uniquenesses and
Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics of the Sun, Reader, and
Sailor pathways to allow “Himself” to become infinitely close
to a Great Old One and to maintain a minimum level of
stability.
“He” didn’t directly accommodate the Chaos Sea and the other
three pathways’ Uniqueness and Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristics, because “He” didn’t want to advance to
become a Great Old One, a pillar, in that era. That would
inevitably lead to the resurrection of God Almighty, causing
“Him” to lose “Himself.”
“He” planned on controlling the situation and materials. When
the apocalypse approached, “He” would finish the last few
steps and become a pillar with self-consciousness.
And back then, “He” didn’t plan on using Visionary as a
foundation because he hadn’t obtained the Quill of Alzuhod.
“He” lacked the main ingredient. When the Kings of Angels
betrayed “Him” and the plan failed miserably, “He” decided to
take advantage of the disaster to take the best path when “He”
was revived in Adam.
At this moment, Adam, who had transformed into a giant
shadow, stood on the water surface of the illusory, chaotic
darkness, reflecting the astral world into his eyes, making it
difficult for the three true gods to break through the
restrictions.
Surrounding “Him” were beams of light that constantly fell
from high above with blazing tails, illuminating the entire
Forsaken Land of the Gods, making both the Northern and
Southern Continents experience midday conditions
simultaneously.
In Bayam’s remaining bell tower, Amon, who was sitting on
the railing, nudged the crystal monocle. With both hands
propped up, “He” suddenly leaped up and entered the astral
world.
During this process, “His” left hand had an ancient mottled
stone slab appear at some point in time.
The first Blasphemy Slate!
Amon had once used it to seal the gap caused by Mr. Door’s
returning ritual, to prevent the invasion of the Mother Goddess
of Depravity.
After the return ritual ended, and the Door of Flesh and Blood
completely collapsed without a tunnel to maintain anymore,
“He” retrieved the Blasphemy Slate.
At that moment, Amon casually threw the ancient, mottled
stone slate down from the astral world and allowed it to land
somewhere in the Fog Sea.
It was a mountain that tore out of the boundless black fog.
There was no end to its depth. Its surroundings appeared like a
continent.
After the first Blasphemy Slate landed, it accurately stabbed
into the peak of the mountain, forming an illusory sea that
contained all the colors.
At the same time, Amon entered the astral world and saw the
main peak of the Hornacis mountain range that had been
“Grafted” here. “He” saw the ancient and dilapidated palace
on the mountain peak.
Wearing a pointed hat and a classic black robe, “His” body
rapidly expanded, instantly reaching the scale of a mountain.
“He” opened “His” mouth, as though “He” was about to
swallow Antigonus’s magnificent but dilapidated palace.
Suddenly, “He” saw a blurry figure.
This figure was wearing a long, layered black dress that was
not complicated but had countless stars speckled on it.
“She” was as big as the current Amon. A pair of huge arms
covered in dark black short hair grew out from both “Her”
torso and waist, but there was a beautiful and gentle face that
was covered in thin black gauze.
“Her” eyes seemed to compress the starry night sky. It made
one feel at peace, but it also made one feel an uncontrollable
fear.
One of “Her” two hands held a huge scythe, and another pair
held a bird-shaped, golden accessory. The remaining pair held
nothing as though “She” was holding an invisible object.
Evernight Goddess!
In the next second, Amon, who was wearing a monocle on
“His” right eye, was quickly wiped away by an eraser like
“He” was a sketch.
The Evernight Goddess raised “Her” two empty arms as she
held up an almost invisible fog. On the surface of the fog,
multiple “doors” of different shapes rapidly opened in
different spots, but they were instantly blocked, preventing
any loopholes from taking place.
The Evernight Goddess floated above the peak of the Hornacis
mountain range in the astral world as “She” focused on
controlling the fog world in “Her” hand, preventing Amon’s
true body from escaping.
As more and more doors appeared, the opening of doors
became faster and faster. This goddess was unable to deal with
it alone. All “She” could do was raise “Her” other two arms
and raise the huge scythe.
The dark black scythe rapidly turned into a corporeal coffin
made of black fog.
The almost invisible fog world was stuffed into the coffin, and
all the movements instantly ceased. It was as though death had
occurred.
However, this silence only lasted for a second. On the surface
of the black fog-formed coffin, a series of “doors” took form
and opened again.
As the Evernight Goddess sealed the doors, “She’ raised “Her”
arm that held a bird-shaped, golden accessory.
The orange glow of twilight fell, adding a sense of decay and
extinction to the heavy black coffin.
The formation and opening of the doors slowed down as both
parties entered a tug-of-war.
At that moment, at the foot of the Evernight Goddess, the main
peak of the Hornacis mountain range collapsed.
It was like the apocalypse had arrived early.
At the same time, python-like black tentacles extended out
from somewhere in the astral world.
There was an eye at the end of each tentacle, either opened or
closed. Any object that was seen by them would instantly turn
into grayish-white rock. And anything touched by the tentacles
distorted as limbs and heads stretched out, turning into good-
looking women of all sizes.
As the grayish-white spread rapidly, the tentacles surged
towards the ancient and dilapidated palace, rushing towards
Klein who was about to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness.
Primordial Demoness Cheek!
Chapter 1377 - Crazy Ravings

Chapter 1377 Crazy Ravings

Countless demonesses of varying sizes brought with them the

destruction of all matter, causing the scene of the entire
Hornacis mountain range to develop in the direction of turning
into a huge stone sphere.
This made the dilapidated walls of the ancient palace collapse
rapidly, exposing Klein, who was in the middle of the hall,
along with his avatar and marionette out into the middle of the
astral world.
Just as the python-like black tentacles were about to rush into
the palace, a crimson moon rose up like a scene from the
apocalypse.
In the perimeter of the hall that was bathed in moonlight, a
cluster of wheat instantly grew out. There were flowers,
mushrooms, and trees. They intertwined with each other, layer
by layer, sealing the palace that belonged to Antigonus.
At that moment, the hall where Klein was in seemed to be a
ruin that had been sealed in history and a forest for thousands
of years, as though it had been swallowed up by nature.
The python-like black tentacles with eyes on their tips were
blocked by plants growing wildly.
They rose up as they constantly struck the “screen” that
originated from nature, causing the latter to collapse or peel
under layer after layer of petrification effects.
However, no matter whether it was the wheat, flowers,
mushrooms, trees, or newborns, they quickly returned to Earth
Mother’s embrace and grew again.
Just like that, the barriers of nature were reborn and destroyed,
layer by layer, as layer after layer was reborn. This showdown
entered a stalemate.
Earth Mother, who controlled The Moon’s Uniqueness, fended
off Primordial Demoness Cheek.
At this moment, a “light” that couldn’t be seen by most
Beyonders landed from high above and crashed into the barrier
of nature that used plants as a foundation.
The light didn’t have a physical body, as though it was formed
from a flux of massive and miscellaneous information. In its
illusory form, it tore through the gaps between the plants, like
a torrent, heading straight for Klein, who was about to retrieve
the translucent mask.
Hidden Sage!
At this moment, a blurry light shot out from the void,
revealing picture-like projections around Klein.
Some of them recorded the helplessness and misery humans
felt when facing supernatural beings. Some of them used an
epic-like brush to reenact the scenes of humans using their
own bodies as experiments to attempt fusing with Beyonder
ingredients to obtain strength and save the race. Some
described the unique cultures and traditions due to a Black
Emperor, while others carried various viewpoints, books, and
inventions. Some resembled the dawn of the present world,
starting from the massive machinery that spewed steam,
buildings that rose higher and higher, and clothes that made
movement easier…
The contents made the seemingly thin painting exude a
heaviness. This was because they bore the inspiration and
development of civilization, of human society at different
stages.
Back then, the God of Craftsmanship didn’t properly digest
the Sequence 1 Civilization Enlightener potion before
advancing to Sequence o due to various reasons. “He”
maintained “His” rationality and lucidity. However, this made
“Him” have to focus more on resisting the madness and
inclination towards losing control. Amongst the seven
orthodox gods, “He” was slightly weaker than the other
existences.
The reason why the Church of Steam was the weakest
orthodox organization was that, apart from having the shortest
history and the least heritage, its corresponding god was also
not in the best of conditions.
By the time Roselle raised the Industrial Revolution as the Son
of Steam, a member of the Church, and brought with him all
sorts of ideas, the God of Craftsmanship took the opportunity
to change “His” name to the God of Steam and Machinery,
sharing in the progress of the enlightenment of civilization,
and digested the corresponding potion. As a true god in a
neighboring pathway, “He” eventually chose to stand on the
orthodox deities’ side after the Hidden Sage chose to be
Klein’s enemy. The terrifying flood of information crashed
into the illusory pictures and rapidly expanded, attempting to
crack the cage.
However, the tens of thousands of years of civilizations were
thick and vast. The history left behind by generations of
humans that numbered hundreds of millions was so vast and
magnificent. It was enough to contain the information flux of
the Hidden Sage. When the Hidden Sage tried breaking
through the limitations of the God of Steam and Machinery, in
the hall of the Antigonus hall that was sealed by layers of
plants, Klein extended his slippery and strange tentacles to
grab the translucent mask that represented The Fool’s
Uniqueness before moving it towards his face.
Just as the mask covered Klein’s face, numerous figures
appeared around him.
Some of them were men wearing postman uniforms. Some
were ordinary birds, while others were microbes that couldn’t
be seen with the naked eye. There were hundreds or thousands
of them.
The hall that only had corpses hanging in the air suddenly
became crowded.
And the commonality of these figures was that they wore
crystal monocles, or had a circular emblem of different colors
in the same position.
Amon!
The avatars of Mr. Error Amon!
It was unknown if “They” had used the Primordial
Demoness’s or the Hidden Sage’s attacks to open a back door
and use a loophole to secretly arrive near the target.
Looking at Klein, who had just put on the translucent mask
and was beginning to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness,
these Amons revealed a “smile” at the same time. “They’ open
“Their” mouths and said words that ordinary people wouldn’t
be capable of understanding.
These words intertwined and formed terrifying and crazy
ravings:
“You overlooked the Primordial Demoness…
“For ‘Her,’ Medici, who has only recovered to Sequence 1, is
no threat at all…
“Her” greatest wish right now is to immediately produce a
Lord of the Mysteries and open the seal of the Western
Continent, allowing ‘Her’ to have a chance of finding the City
of Calamity…
“It’s obvious that, compared to you, I’m the better choice.
You’re too weak…
“Heh heh, are you still waiting for the Mother Tree of Desire
or the Mother Goddess of Depravity to provide you with help?
“It’s useless. I placed the first Blasphemy Slate into the Fog
Sea and placed it near the Abyss’s entrance—not far from that
primitive island.
“Also, the enhanced seal brought about by the corresponding
authority of ‘doors’ and half of the Lord of the Astral World’s
control towards the world barrier prevents any Outer Deity
from being able to have ‘Their’ powers penetrate inside for a
short period…
“And without the influence of the Outer Deities, the Dark Side
of the Universe and the Chained God currently do not wish to
interfere in the battle of gods. ‘They’ would rather seize this
opportunity to escape ‘Their restraints.
“”They’ also wish that a Lord of the Mysteries would be born
as soon as possible to help ‘Them’ escape from the
predicament… If it wasn’t for the fact that stirring ‘Them’
would also trigger the Outer Deity corruption in ‘Them,’ I can
promise you that I would’ve already reached an agreement
with ‘Them’ to deal with you together…”
Amon was deliberately using real information to fill up the
ravings, using this to make Klein suffer the effects of a two-
pronged approach -one was the mental corruption brought
about by the ravings, and the other was the corresponding
content that distracted him.
In any case, it wasn’t a waste of time to “Him.” On the one
hand, “He” had sufficient avatars. Each Worm of Time saying
one word was enough for “Him” to form many words. On the
other hand, “He” forcefully fused the information together,
making a single word represent many things.
At that instant, the ravings of Amon echoed in Klein’s mind
like sharp blades that pierced through his psyche, tearing
through his mind.
Normally, Klein could use his own status to suppress the
ravings that were at most at the level of a Sequence 1. It
wouldn’t affect him, but at this moment, he was
accommodating The Fool’s Uniqueness. His mental state was
in a weak and subtle balance.
Under such a scene, a straw might crush the camel’s back,
much less so many of Amon’s avatars.
Furthermore, while Klein felt a sharp pain in his psyche and
his self-awareness was in a mess, the sleeping mental imprint
of Antigonus and the will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven
and Earth for Blessings showed signs of awakening.
In a sense, eternal slumber was an extreme seal. The Amons,
who had accommodated Door’s Uniqueness, could
undoubtedly be able to weaken the seal or even make it lose its
effectiveness!
Also, the translucent mask that Klein had just worn on his face
—The Fool’s Uniquenessobtained an even stronger remnant
will from the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings. It was also gradually breaking free from the
influence of eternal slumber, and it had a certain resonance
effect with the same being in Klein’s body.
Without using any Beyonder powers, the Amons, who had
simply created a few ravings, had thrown Klein into a state of
imbalance, and he was on the brink of losing control.
Furthermore, all of this seemed irreversible unless there was
more river water from the River of Eternal Darkness that
allowed Antigonus’s mental imprint and the even more
powerful will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings to continue sleeping
But at this moment, even if there was still the river water of
the River of Eternal Darkness, the Evernight Goddess wasn’t
able to divert “Her” attention. This was because “She” was
trying her best to suppress the dual-pathway true god, Amon.
From this point of view, the Amons were deliberately
“sacrificing” “Their” true body to stall the Evernight Goddess,
to create an opportunity for the avatars to destroy Klein’s
ritual.
This was a little risky, but the result looked pretty good.
At that moment, Klein’s pocket lit up.
The light was a pale golden color like sticky syrup. It instantly
enveloped the surrounding area.
Illuminated by this light included Klein and his avatar, as well
as the book that was suddenly thrown over by the distant
marionette.
0-02, Trunsoest Brass Book!
The Sealed Artifact extended its “body” in midair. As it bathed
in the pale-golden light, a rule suddenly appeared on the blank
page. It was completely different from the repeated laws from
before:
“Speaking is prohibited here!”
Amon’s avatars kept opening and closing “Their” mouths, but
they could no longer make a sound.
A line appeared under the previous rule an instant later:
“Attacking each other is prohibited here!”
Pa! The Trunsoest Brass Book fell to the ground and spread
open by Klein’s feet.
Under the illumination of the Magic Wishing Lamp, it actually
managed to break free from the repeated cycle from before,
and it set up rules that were beneficial to Klein.
With just a glance, the Amons made different responses.
A portion of “Them” adjusted “Their” monocles, and together,
“They” raised “Their” right hands and gently clenched it,
using the corresponding authority to strengthen the seal.
On the Trunsoest Brass Book, a line of text before those rules
gradually formed:
“All the following rules are ineffective…” Another portion of
Amons locked onto Klein, who was on the boundary of losing
control. Not being able to attack him didn’t mean that stealing
and gifting were prohibited!
Chapter 1378 - Change of Plans

Chapter 1378 Change of Plans

On the different Amons’ faces, the monocles in different forms

emitted pure light.
This was something “They” had stolen from the depths of the
ruins of the battle of gods. It came from the ancient sun god’s
eternal daytime effect there. It could purify filthy and evil
objects, and awaken sleeping creatures.
“They” “gifted” this to Klein.
This, combined with the ability to control the strength of seals
obtained from the Apprentice domain’s authority, was enough
to break the state of eternal slumber.
In that instant, the mental imprint of Antigonus and the will of
the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings in
Klein’s body awakened. The madness, the vastness, cruelty,
bloodthirstiness, and coldness were like an invisible storm that
wreaked havoc in Klein’s mind.
Almost at the same time, in The Fool’s Uniqueness that he
wore on his face without fully accommodating it, the powerful
will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings
seemed like a terrifying monster that had been sleeping in the
darkness for thousands of years. It suddenly opened its eyes.
The former chaos and loss of control swept over again at that
instant, but Klein didn’t panic. Following one of his
contingency plans, he calmly used the “Grafting’ ability to
guide the mental imprint of Antigonus to Celestial Worthy’s
will in The Fool’s Uniqueness, allowing the two thousand
years of entanglement between “Them” to collide again.
Meanwhile, Klein relied on his own consciousness and the
anchors from The Fool and the Sea God believers to balance
out the Celestial Worthy’s will contained within his Beyonder
characteristic, just like when he separated out the Attendant of
Mysteries marionette.
If there weren’t any accidents, and if this continued, there was
a chance that Klein would be able to balance between the two
sides and completely accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness.
He would enter the final stage of the ritual, but how could
there be no accidents when he was surrounded by Amons?
Several Amons strengthened the seal of the Trunsoest Brass
Book and the Magic Wishing Lamp to resist the former’s rule
limitations. Some Amons gave the “eternal daytime” to Klein,
and a small number of Amons locked onto Klein and
attempted a “Theft.”
“They” were trying to steal his lucidity.
One Amon failed after another, but in the end, there were still
a few Amons who succeeded. “They” “Stole” away Klein’s
self-awareness for the next two seconds.
Klein’s thoughts blurred. Without his guidance, the
Antigonus’s mental imprint, the two wills of the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, as well as the
anchors from his believers instantly lost their balance and
began to madly invade, influence, and corrupt each other.
Everything became extremely chaotic, and it was as if it was
developing irreversibly.
Klein’s body collapsed inch by inch, turning into clusters of
transparent and distorted maggots as he extended even more
slippery and sinister tentacles.
And at this moment, the rules on the Trunsoest Brass Book
were wiped away and began writing:
“Speaking is prohibited here!”
“Attacking each other is prohibited here!”
Soon after, a familiar text appeared before the two rules.
“All the following rules are ineffective.”
After the seal was strengthened, the Trunsoest Brass Book
seemed to enter a new cycle. And the influence the Genie
exerted on it became rather limited.
Klein’s consciousness quickly regained lucidity, but the
situation in his body was completely chaotic and out of
control.
This made him completely unable to deal with the different
influences or have any hope of finding a new sense of balance.
In other words, he would run down the path of losing control
until he became a monster.
Without any time to think, Klein initiated his final contingency
plan using his instincts and experience.
He instantly gave up on saving his body and no longer focused
on this matter.
Not only that, but Klein had also even allowed the Attendant
of Mysteries marionette to turn into a whirlpool of maggots
and let it fuse with his body along with Zaratul’s mental
imprint.
He wanted to mess things up! However, Amon’s avatars
wouldn’t allow him to make any attempts. Apart from the
Amons, who were fighting against the Magic Wishing Lamp
and the Trunsoest Brass Book, the rest of them began to
“Steal” once again, trying to throw Klein’s thoughts into chaos
again until he completely lost control.
The Amon in the postman uniform succeeded, but what “He”
stole wasn’t Klein’s lucidity, but a drop of fresh blood.
This blood immediately seeped into Postman Amon’s palm.
Right on the heels of that, Postman Amon’s eyes turned
crimson as “His” stomach bulged at an unimaginable speed as
it squirmed.
“He” seemed to be pregnant with a child!
“He” had stolen the blood blessed by the Primordial Moon, or
in other words, the Mother Goddess of Depravity!
Klein no longer placed most of his consciousness on balancing
the Antigonus’s mental imprint, the awakening will of the
Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, and his
anchors. There was no need for him to endure it passively like
before. He could barely respond to Amon’s theft.
IS NO
He used “Grafting” to change the target that Amon had stolen
to Sefirah Castle and “Tampered” it to the junk pile, replacing
it with the blessed blood of the Primordial Moon.
This was from Shaman King Klarman.
There was no doubt that there was a certain connection
between Amon’s avatars. Furthermore, it was impossible for
“Their” levels to reach Sequence 0. Therefore, when the
Postman Amon was contaminated by that drop of blood, the
other Amons also showed levels of chaos. Some of “Their”
stomachs protruded as well. Some of “Their” eyes were dyed
crimson, while others had invisible babies in their arms as
“They” walked in circles on the spot…
This caused the other “Theft” to inevitably fail.
Klein seized this opportunity and used the brief moment of
lucidity to stir the power of Sefirah Castle to cast a shadow
over the ancient palace.
This place was once again concealed.
Then, he ignored the mental imprint of Antigonus in his body,
Zaratul’s mental imprint, and the two wills of the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings that was beginning
to fuse together. He made the blank-faced avatar which stood
nearby without having shown any breakdown to extend his
hand towards his main body.
Its five fingers quickly closed, and its wrist quickly twisted.
As Klein’s self-consciousness didn’t resist and even took the
initiative to cooperate, his avatar didn’t suffer many failures
before using the help from Sefirah Castle to successfully steal
his own consciousness, fate, anchors, and most of his
identities.
The only identity he left behind in his main body was his
identity related to The Fool.
At the same time, he had also “Stolen” the identity, fate, and
mental imprint of the Antigonus family’s ancestor, the mark of
fate and spirit. This could only succeed in a few tries thanks to
his self-consciousness cooperating
As the stream of light with countless distributaries appeared,
Klein’s avatar’s face contorted as it turned into Klein Moretti,
who had fused with Gehrman Sparrow’s traits.
He had become the main body, the main body without any
Beyonder characteristics!
Of course, his self-consciousness and anchors were still
resisting the mental imprint of the Antigonus family’s
ancestor, but compared to before, this was undoubtedly much
easier to deal with.
Having already adapted to the identity of Antigonus, he
quickly found a new balance, delaying the fate of losing
control.
Although this remained unavoidable, it gave him a certain
amount of time for his subsequent actions.
On the other side, in the spot where Klein’s original body was,
there was only The Fool’s Uniqueness, all the Beyonder
characteristics from the “curtain,” the Beyonder characteristics
that originated from Zaratul, the tiny number of Beyonder
characteristics which Klein had consumed and digested
previously, as well as the awakening will of the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, the remnant mental
imprint of Zaratul, as well as The Fool’s identity.
And without Klein’s self-consciousness, Antigonus’s mental
imprint, and the large number of anchors involved, Zaratul’s
remnant mental imprint was quickly destroyed and corroded
by the awakening will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and
Earth for Blessings.
In the next second, Klein’s “main body” suddenly fell silent.
The collapse of his body stopped. He lowered his head and
stopped extending the slippery and sinister tentacles around
him. He was so quiet that he appeared to have lost his soul.
In such a scene, the silence was even more terrifying than
madness. That frozen body seemed to be giving birth to an
extremely terrifying monster!
Klein didn’t care about what was happening. He quickly
“Grafted” the partial connection between himself and his
“main body” above the gray fog.
Then, he shifted his target and locked onto Antigonus who was
on the huge stone chair.
Without receiving Amon’s help, the former Half-Fool failed to
escape from “His” state of eternal slumber.
Klein once again reached out his right hand, stealing the
remaining Sequence 9 and 1 Beyonder characteristics of the
other party.
Although he was currently using the identity and fate of
Antigonus, it was still difficult for him to complete the
“Theft.” Failure was inevitable.
At that moment, outside the Realm of Mysteries created by
Sefirah Castle, Amon regained “His” consciousness from the
initial chaos.
“They” raised “Their” hands and adjusted “Their” monocles,
causing the redness in “Their” eyes to vanish. Others looked
down at “Their” stomachs and reached out to stroke them.
A second later, the bulging stomachs split open, and baby after
baby with faint crimson colors appeared.
These infants didn’t cry, nor were they deformed. All of them
took out crystal monocles from the void in smooth succession
and wore them to their right eye.
The number of Amons increased.
“He” had converted the babies which were due, turning them
into “His” avatars so as to prevent the corruption of the
Primordial Moon from interfering with “Him.”
At this moment, Earth Mother and God of Steam and
Machinery had achieved the upper hand to some extent on
their respective battlefields. They could finally make use of
this small advantage to interfere with the situation inside the
palace.
Instantly, a portion of Amons turned into plants as they
bloomed or bore fruit, returning to the land. A portion of
Amons became knowledge, information, and words, as “They”
ended up imprinted into an illusory book.
However, there were still some Amons who had used “Blink,”
relied on loopholes, or from using the deception of the rules to
successfully avoid the influence of the two true deities. As
“They” continued to strengthen the seal of the Magic Wishing
Lamp and the Trunsoest Brass Book, “They” opened a “door”
in Klein’s Realm of Mysteries.
At the same time, the angels also noticed the changes in the
astral world, but “Their” gazes were unable to penetrate the
Earth Mother’s natural barrier and the God of Steam and
Machinery’s civilization picture. “They” couldn’t see the
interior at all.
This also meant that, even if “They” wanted to exert influence,
there was nothing “They” could do.
Inside the Realm of Mysteries created by Sefirah Castle, Klein
finally succeeded in stealing the Beyonder characteristics of
Antigonus from Sequence 9 to Sequence 1, ones that had been
digested!
Due to the law of Beyonder characteristic convergence, the
latter had attracted many Beyonders of the same pathway over
a long span of history. While turning them into marionettes,
“He” had also absorbed their Beyonder characteristics.
Therefore, at that moment, there was still a large number of
Seer pathway Beyonder characteristics left in Antigonus’s
body, including a Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic.
The dark points of light quickly merged into Klein’s body and
fused with him.
As he was now Antigonus, and as all the Beyonder
characteristics had been digested by Antigonus, his fate of
losing control didn’t speed up as he maintained his previous
progress.
This way, Klein had once again become a Sequence 1
Attendant of Mysteries, one who had already digested the
potion, with a fate that pointed towards losing control.
At this moment, his original “main body” raised his head, his
eyes dark.
However, from this glance, the present Klein’s mind instantly
slowed down as his body turned cold. He almost had no way
of resisting it.
The powerful will that he was very familiar with began to
slowly rise, attempting to influence Sefirah Castle.
The Lord of the Mysteries had awakened to a certain threshold
in Klein’s “main body.”
The Fool had become a truly great existence that was being
awakened. It matched the guess of the Tarot Club and was in
conflict with true history.
Before Klein’s thoughts slowed down, he took the initiative to
cooperate with Amon and dispelled the Realm of Mysteries,
allowing the situation inside to interact with the outside world.
He had already “fooled” history without any problems, just
like the first plan he came up with. As for how to end it, he
never had a good idea.
According to the changes in the situation, the final plan he
activated at this critical moment
was:
To not leave himself any way out. He would go from
accommodating The Fool’s Uniqueness to advancing to the
true Fool!
In any case, this wouldn’t be worse than the previous situation.
Chapter 1379 - Combining Forces

1379 Combining Forces

The “curtain” that enveloped the Antigonus palace instantly
vanished. An indescribable aura returned to reality, causing the
entire astral world to shake.
Outside the world barrier that was covered in cracks, the
terrifying, indescribable faces suddenly changed.
The invisible barrier began to tremble violently as if it would
collapse at any moment.
Every continent on the planet within experienced an
earthquake. It wasn’t a serious one, just rather obvious.
Above the Five Seas, waves surged, as if they had encountered
a sudden tidal force.
Amid the “noon” sky, the crimson moon suddenly appeared.
Its color became extremely saturated and expanded in an
exaggerated manner. It was as if it had hung off the roofs of
every house. Other than that, the Brown Planet, Orange Planet,
Scarlet Planet, Gold Planet, and Blue Planet lit up at the same
time, emitting light of different textures.
If one looked down from the cosmos, the entire Earth appeared
to be swept up by an invisible storm and trembled in place.
This was a slight change brought about by the Outer Deities’
attempt to break the barrier.
The aura that floated inside the ancient palace in the astral
world had made “Them” collectively recall that terrifying
existence. Agitated by this, either a result of rage or madness,
all of “Them” tried to stop “His” revival.
Compared to “Them,” who were blocked outside the real
world, the first to react was the Magic Wishing Lamp in the
pocket of Klein’s “main body.”
The sticky pale-golden light penetrated through the Amon’s
enhanced seal, turning into a blurry and distorted figure.
It stretched out its arm and pulled the Trunsoest Brass Book
into its palm.
The rules that were written previously had all disappeared, and
a new article immediately formed:
“Resurrection of the deceased is prohibited here!”
A faint grayish-white fog flashed and a familiar text appeared
in front of this rule:
“All the following rules are ineffective!”
Even though he hadn’t really resurrected and had yet to absorb
The Fool’s Uniqueness and two Sequence 9 to Sequence 1
Seer pathway Beyonder characteristics, the Celestial Worthy
of Heaven and Earth for Blessings in Klein’s main body could
also control Sefirah Castle and use its status to direct its
powers.
At this moment, “His” existence and the fog of history had
completed their interactions. Fragments of light began to
distort as they merged into one, sometimes breaking apart,
unable to completely form a piece of history.
A sense of self-conflict appeared in that piece of history!
True history clearly involved the prehistoric human soul, Klein
Moretti, disguising himself as The Fool and establishing the
Tarot Club. He became stronger one Sequence at a time, and
eventually reached the level of the true Fool. However, the
present history was that Mr. Fool was a great existence that
was awakening, the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings from ancient times. “He” had finally awakened!
At that moment, although the rule restriction put in effect by
the Genie using the Trunsoest Brass Book could only be
effective for less than a second, it still significantly weakened
the will of the Lord of the Mysteries inside Klein’s “main
body,” as though “He” had suffered a fatal blow.
As for Earth Mother and God of Steam and Machinery,
“They” had given up on interfering with Amon’s avatars, as
though they wanted this Mr. Error to have the time to deal with
the awakening Lord of the Mysteries.
However, “They,” who clearly had some power to spare,
didn’t attempt to affect Klein’s “main body,” but continued
suppressing the Primordial Demoness and the Hidden Sage.
The subsequent attacks and interferences from the latter two
were no longer intense, as if “They” were waiting for an
outcome.
To “Them,” the resurrection of the Lord of the Mysteries was
the achieving of “Their” goals:
Produce a “Pillar” as quickly as possible; and prevent entities
that had animosity towards “Them” from becoming the Lord
of the Mysteries.
In addition, the pathways that “They” were in didn’t belong to
the three pathways that were controlled by the Lord of the
Mysteries. Furthermore, “They” didn’t have any feuds or
conflicts of interest with the other party.
Amon, who was no longer affected, immediately changed
“His” target and focused most of “His” attention on Klein’s
“main body.”
There was no need for any explanation. “They” clearly knew
that this was “Their” greatest threat!
Without any hesitation, the Amons raised “Their” right hands
at the same time and gently squeezed it, seriously “Stealing”
the effects of the “eternal daytime” from the target.
However, the Amons didn’t give up influencing Klein. With
“Their” numbers, “They” split off a small number of members
and looked at Klein, who was currently a Sequence 1
Attendant of Mysteries. Furthermore, Klein also bore the
identity of Antigonus.
The monocles of these Amons suddenly lit up. Using the
authority related to “doors,” “They” moved Klein out of the
real world and into the cosmos.
In the dark and vast Universe, Klein’s figure appeared. Then, it
instantly became thin, turning into a paper figurine.
The paper figurine first had its belly bloated before giving
birth to a paper baby. Then, it rapidly rotted into dust.
Klein had used “Grafting” and “Paper Figurine Substitutes” to
block the attacks of the Amons.
At the same time, the other Amons had succeeded in stealing
the effects of the “eternal daytime” from Klein’s main body.
However, in the next second, the effects of the “eternal
daytime” were once again “stolen” back.
This was the Lord of the Mysteries’s control over powers from
“His” pathway. Even though “He” had yet to fully revive,
“He” had already begun this process.
Amon’s eyes flickered as “He” immediately gave up on Klein
and focused on three matters:
Most of “Them” continued to steal the effects of the “eternal
daytime” and resist the Lord of the Mysteries, while a small
number of “Them” locked onto Antigonus, who was sitting on
the huge stone chair. “They” began to “Steal” the other party’s
state of eternal slumber.
In addition, all the Amons had dispelled the strengthening of
seals, and even weakened them.
Klein, who was no longer being attacked by Amon, similarly
didn’t counterattack. His attention was focused on his “main
body.”
The awakening of the Lord of the Mysteries was the biggest
problem!
At that instant, an illusory mark appeared on Klein’s glabella.
It was a strange door of light that was stained with hints of
bluish-black. It constantly emanated a faint grayish-white fog.
Klein began to snatch control over Sefirah Castle from the
Lord of the Mysteries, so that it wouldn’t be so easy for “Him”
to make use of the level and power!
And with the Lord of the Mysteries not fully resurrected and
having yet to accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness and the
corresponding Beyonder characteristics, he could effectively
reduce “His” strength, allowing “His” failure rate to increase
significantly and for the effects to be inferior.
With his addition, with his control over Sefirah Castle, the
“Fooling” received by the Trunsoest Brass Book immediately
weakened. The chances of Amons’ “Theft” also increased.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, at the foot of the giant
shadow formed by the ancient sun god, on the surface of the
sea that was covered in all colors, words written in the most
ancient language quickly appeared:
“The revival of the Lord of the Mysteries failed due to many
interferences.”
With this sentence forming, as Klein fought for control over
Sefirah Castle, the Amons once again “Stole” the effects of the
“eternal daytime” effects that had augmented the Lord of the
Mysteries.
Elsewhere, “They” had also “Stolen” Antigonus’s state of
eternal slumber.
Without any hesitation, the Amons transferred the state of
“eternal slumber” to Klein’s “main body” and gifted it to the
Lord of the Mysteries.
The ancient existence’s aura immediately fell silent, but it
quickly rebounded.
At this moment, the corresponding text appeared on the
weakly-sealed Trunsoest Brass Book:
“Resurrection of the deceased is prohibited here!”
Suddenly, the terrifying will in Klein’s “main body” rapidly
weakened, producing a strong urge to fall asleep again.
However, this will was so powerful that, even after a long
period of time, it was unable to completely wear it down.
Under these two restrictions, it was still tenacious and slowly
recovering. It also attempted to use “Tampering” and
“Fooling” to get out of the predicament.
Klein sensed that the other party was using Sefirah Castle’s
power, so he immediately focused and interfered.
At the same time, the Evernight Goddess, who was floating
above the ancient palace, slightly relaxed “Her” control over
Amon’s true body. “She” pulled back the bird-shaped, golden
accessory and aimed its head downwards.
Inside the bronze eye of the bird-shaped, golden accessory,
illusory layers of doors surged out, allowing a drop of
colorless water that had a strong aura of stillness to drop onto
Klein’s “main body” in the ancient palace.
This was a drop of river water from the River of Eternal
Darkness!
While the Evernight Goddess was doing this, Amon’s actual
body’s attempt to escape by opening “doors” also tacitly
slowed down.
The drop of water plummeted at an extremely fast speed. The
natural barrier formed by Earth Mother, and the portrait
formed by the God of Steam and Machinery simultaneously
pulled back to give way for it.
With a smack, the river water of the River of Eternal Darkness
accurately dripped onto Klein’s head and silently entered.
The aura of the Lord of the Mysteries, which was slowly
growing, immediately receded. It stopped its fluctuation and
fell into a state of eternal slumber.
However, this condition wasn’t very stable, as if it could be
broken at any moment.
At this moment, the Evernight Goddess’s empty hand pulled
out a gigantic sword from the void.
The sword’s surface was covered with orange-red light as it
exuded the dawn of twilight, the aura of decay.
This was the symbol of the Twilight Giant.
The Evernight Goddess’s arm that was covered with short
black fur extended, striking down with the exaggerated sword.
“She” had always kept some energy as though prepared to
deliver this moment!
In the strange sound of the void shattering and decaying, the
sword that was covered with the light of twilight slashed
through the dome of the Antigonus palace, causing the
hanging corpses to drop to the ground.
Right on the heels of that, it struck Klein’s “main body,” which
had yet to escape the state of eternal slumber.
The portion of the awakening of the Lord of the Mysteries
rapidly vanished, and the body began to wane uncontrollably.
It broke down along with The Fool’s Uniqueness and the two
sets of Sequence 9 to 1 Beyonder characteristics in his body.
They also collapsed and gathered together.
Upon seeing this, Klein followed his plan without any thought.
He used Sefirah Castle to pull down a quarter of the fog of
history and enveloped it.
Amidst the grayish-white fog, The Fool’s Uniqueness and the
Beyonder characteristics fully converged.
They frantically absorbed the fog of history around them,
turning into a shapeless and dark liquid.
This blob of liquid stretched out as though it was forming a
strange, translucent hooded cloak or a person whose internal
organs and flesh were emptied out.
The Fool’s potion
The Amons reached out “Their” right hands at the same time
in a bid to “Steal” the potion.
Chapter 1380 - A Miracle

Chapter 1380 A Miracle

More than a thousand Amons each committed “Theft.”

With “His” numbers, as long as “He” wasn’t extremely
unlucky, there would always be a few who would’ve
succeeded. Furthermore, The Fool’s potion was ownerless, so
it wasn’t difficult to steal.
While carrying out the “Theft,” Amon removed a particular
seal on “His” body, allowing the Apprentice and Marauder
Beyonder characteristics to release their powers of
convergence.
This was rather effective towards The Fool’s potion, allowing
Amon to increase “His” success rate to the greatest extent.
However, all the Amons ultimately failed.
This was because a new rule had appeared on the Trunsoest
Brass Book:
“Acts of theft are prohibited here!”
In order to deal with the awakening Lord of the Mysteries,
Amon had weakened all the seals here and helped the
Trunsoest Brass Book escape the “Fooling.” It could now have
a limited number of effective rules for a brief moment amidst
its repeated cycles, but now, this had adversely affected
“Them.”
Seizing this opportunity, the illusory brand between Klein’s
brows became more obvious.
A faint grayish-white fog gathered around him, forming a thin
cocoon.
He activated Sefirah Castle with all his might. Together with
his Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic, he created
an extremely powerful convergence effect on The Fool’s
potion.
The black liquid that didn’t have a fixed form seemed to be a
starving beast that saw food. It immediately pounced onto
Klein.
It kept extending and changing like a translucent skin,
wrapping Klein inside.
Klein’s face appeared underneath this liquid. His facial
features were sometimes distinct, sometimes blurred,
sometimes distorted, and sometimes blank.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, under the giant shadow
formed by the ancient sun god, words in the most ancient of
languages rapidly took form on the illusory surface of the sea
that contained all possible colors:
“Antigonus’s efforts at advancing to The Fool ultimately failed
due to various reasons.”
The reason why this existence that once dominated the entire
planet didn’t use Klein Moretti’s name was that he was now
carrying the identity and fate of Antigonus.
If the subject in the sentence had been the former name, then
Klein could completely ignore it.
What had Klein Moretti’s failed advancement got to do with
Antigonus becoming The Fool?
But when the subject became Antigonus, it was like a
prophecy, as if it was an arrangement that had the outcome
already be decided. Such a sentence could make the situation
turn very grim.
If Klein didn’t give up on Antigonus’s identity and fate, he
would be restricted by those words.
If he gave up Antigonus’s identity and fate, then the Sequence
9 and 1 Beyonder characteristic in his body would no longer
belong to him in the true sense of the word. He had never
digested them before—they were Beyonder characteristics that
Antigonus once controlled. At present, it had nothing to do
with Klein Moretti. All he did was forcefully devour them.
Under such circumstances, even if there were no other factors,
just the undigested Beyonder characteristics would likely
cause Klein to lose control on the spot. And consuming The
Fool’s potion in such a state and completing the advancement
ritual was without a doubt impossible!
As the ancient sun god wrote this sentence, the Eternal Blazing
Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and
Wisdom, who were situated in the astral world, sensed
something. Each of them launched the most intense of
counterattacks in an attempt to interfere with the other party’s
actions.
However, even though a large portion of “His” energy was
spent restricting the three true deities, making it rather
difficult, the ancient sun god quickly completed the sentence.
However, “His” giant shadow embodiment dimmed, as though
“He” was unable to maintain it for too long.
In the astral world, within the floating ancient palace.
In the battle that pit the Earth Mother and the God of Steam
and Machinery against the Primordial Demoness and Hidden
Sage, the situation became even more intense. However, the
former two were still able to divert a certain amount of
strength to affect Amon’s avatar, preventing “Them” from
destroying Klein’s advancement ritual.
The Amons were forced to “Blink” everywhere, but some of
them still turned into plants, blooming and bearing fruit before
returning to the land. Others collapsed into words as they were
imprinted into illusory books.
Apart from that, a large number of “Them” were strengthening
the seal, limiting the Trunsoest Brass Book, preventing the
rules it enacted from being effective, or be effective for only
an instant.
Under the influence of these three factors, even with Amon’s
numbers, it appeared to be insufficient.
But even so, a small number of “Them” managed to seize the
opportunity to make crystal monocles and similar circular
symbols reflect Klein’s figure.
In the next second, the monocles and circular symbols emitted
pure light.
This wasn’t “Theft,” but the act of “returning” things.
At this moment, Amon’s decision was to return an item that
“He” had formerly “Stolen” from Klein.
It was Klein’s thoughts of suicide!
Back when Klein was captured by Amon and brought to the
Forsaken Land of the Gods, he had tried on many occasions to
commit suicide but failed to succeed. He had such thoughts
“Stolen” by the other party.
At the critical moment of his advancement, once he had the
intention to commit suicide, the outcome could be imagined!
At that moment, Klein, who was tightly enveloped by The
Fool’s potion, felt his thoughts turn chaotic and wander. His
hair spread out as he felt an extremely cold, sticky liquid
slowly invade him.
Then, he had the thought of committing suicide and giving up.
This was a change that Klein had never expected. He had long
forgotten how Amon had “Stolen” his thoughts of committing
suicide. Furthermore, he didn’t expect that not only was the
other party unwilling to abandon these thoughts, “He” had
even kept them carefully.
If it were anytime in the past, this thought might’ve been
strong, but Klein could still use his self-control to resist it
forcefully, suppressing it until it dissipated on its own. It
would be akin to dealing with nasty thoughts.
But now, he was in the midst of an advancement ritual. He was
being influenced by the potion, and his mind had lost its
stability. He was unable to effectively suppress the thought of
committing suicide.
The Amons always had various strange but rather effective
methods.
Fortunately, Klein wasn’t only Klein, but also Antigonus.
What relation did Klein Moretti’s thoughts of committing
suicide have to do with Antigonus?
With this level of knowledge from this additional identity,
Klein didn’t immediately give up and end his life. He pulled
the Antigonus mental imprint in his body and mixed it with the
idea of suicide, barely suppressing it.
Under such a balance, Klein’s mind and body were further
corroded by The Fool’s potion.
His thoughts were the same as when he advanced to Attendant
of Mysteries—completely dispersed.
But the difference was that he didn’t fuse with the spirit world
this time. Instead, he continued to extend, enveloping the
entire planet, the entire spirit world, and part of the astral
world like a gaseous body.
At that moment, Klein felt that he was in the bodies of
different believers, in every human’s body, in every animal’s
body, in every living thing.
Everything had godhood in them.
At the same time, he was still scattered within the fog of
history, scattered through fleeting time, and scattered inside
the silent flow of a river of light with multiple distributaries.
One was also Infinity.
At the level of godhood, an experience like this made Klein’s
thoughts wear away even further, as though all that was left
was a coldness that looked down on everything.
Even this coldness was dissipating slowly.
It wouldn’t be long before Klein completely lost himself and
was led by the various mental seals in The Fool’s potion,
becoming a true monster.
This coincided with Antigonus’s crazy fate, allowing the latter
to accelerate.
At this moment, he felt something off. It was unharmonious,
unnatural, and abnormal.
In the fog of history, there were a small number of light
fragments twisting and distorting, unable to take form. It was
as if there was a fundamental conflict between them.
They gradually separated, breaking out into different branches
to record the different content, allowing the twisting to achieve
the initial state of recovering.
Being imbued into everything, Klein’s mind was “thrown out”
due to this tiny disharmonious abnormality. He found some
aspect of self-awareness again.
With this self-awareness as the core, he quickly gathered his
scattered mind and guided the fusion process between The
Fool’s potion and his body.
But at this moment, the fate of Antigonus losing control thanks
to the ancient sun god’s “Prophecy” erupted early. Klein’s
body collapsed once again, unable to withstand The Fool’s
potion.
Without any hesitation or having the luxury of time to hesitate,
Klein immediately removed a portion of the “Theft” effects
and returned Antigonus “His” identity, fate, and self-
awareness, allowing the “Him” sitting on the huge stone chair
to slowly open his eyes. The dazed Antigonus gradually
regained “His” clarity of mind.
“He” didn’t immediately lose control, because the main reason
“He” lost control was that the Lord of the Mysteries’s will had
awakened to a large extent. And now, The Fool’s Uniqueness
and most of the Beyonder characteristics that contained a
portion of the will was no longer in “His” body.
Therefore, Antigonus could use his own will to resist the
madness and try to stop the fate of losing control.
The prophecy of the ancient sun god came true: Antigonus
really failed to advance to Sequence 0 The Fool.
And without “His” identity, the Sequence 9 and Sequence 1
Beyonder characteristic of the Seer pathway in Klein’s body
turned into something that he hadn’t digested. This threw him
to the edge of losing control immediately.
The Fool’s potion that wrapped around his body like a cloak
instantly completed the act of seeping through. The will of the
Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings was
awakened once again!
“Give up…
“Leave everything to me…
“This time, I won’t accommodate another sefirah…
“I won’t help you protect the living creatures you wish to
protect, but I won’t harm them either…
“It’s not that I won’t keep my promises, but it’s just that
they’re too weak and not worth my attention…
“This place is an area that is off-limits to Outer Deities…
“…”
The unfamiliar yet weirdly familiar ravings reverberated in
Klein’s heart, giving him the idea of giving up.
And the thought of committing suicide that he had been
suppressed by Antigonus’s mental imprint previously, surfaced
again after the balance created by it was lost.
The outcome of failing an advancement attempt was about to
occur.
At this moment, the Evernight Goddess, who was originally
powerless to slash downwards with the Twilight Sword,
suddenly gave up on controlling Amon’s true body.
As Amon’s true body leaped out, and just as the avatars waited
for Klein to fail the ritual, the goddess once again dragged the
exaggerated sword that was covered in orange light.
This time, the target was Klein!
A thought flashed through Klein’s mind as he took the
initiative to be controlled by the thought of committing
suicide, not making any attempts to resist.
With a poof, he was slashed by the symbolic sword of twilight,
shattering into a rotten body of “meat” that seeped out
Beyonder characteristics.
Klein died. Before the Amons took any sort of measures
against him, he was killed by the Evernight Goddess before
the ritual failed and before he completely lost control.
In the next second, the Evernight Goddess wore the bird-
shaped, golden accessory on “Her” head as “Her” body
expanded and enveloped the ancient palace. She instantly
erased Amon’s true body, avatars, Earth Mother, Primordial
Demoness, God of Steam and Machinery, Hidden Sage, and
Antigonus, as though “They” were erased by an eraser.
Concealment!
The ancient sun god seemed to understand what the Evernight
Goddess wanted to do, but having already made two
prophecies, there was no way for “Him” to write a third
sentence. As for the three true gods, they continued throwing
what they had at “Him,” holding “Him” back.
In the next second, a miracle happened. Klein returned from
the fog of history.
The Uniqueness of The Fool that had already belonged to him
and the three Sequence 9 to Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristics rapidly returned to his body.
Afraid that he would be disturbed, the Genie quickly made use
of the Trunsoest Brass Book to add a rule:
“This place is suitable for the return of Beyonder
characteristics.”
Suddenly, Klein returned to his previous state of him
“drinking” The Fool potion.
But the thing that was different from before was that, back
then, his body’s pillar of support belonged to the Sequence 9
to Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics of Antigonus—ones he
hadn’t digested yet. And now, the first to return to him was
undoubtedly the digested Sequence 9 and 1 Beyonder
characteristic that once belonged to him.
This way, he would have a true pillar of support that could
accommodate The Fool’s Uniqueness and the remaining
characteristics.
Klein was in a state that was the same as when he first arrived
at the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, an Attendant
of Mysteries who had finished digesting the potion and was
capable of attempting to advance to Sequence 0 The Fool.
By relying on his resurrection, Klein had completely
overturned his state!
This was the flash of inspiration he had obtained from
Roselle’s resurrection. Of course, the entire process was
different from the resurrection of a Black Emperor.
The character that Klein had arranged to kill him was the
Genie. He never expected that the Evernight Goddess, who he
hadn’t discussed this with, would share such tacit
understanding with him.
In that instant, his body split apart, turning into a thin gray fog
and dark liquid.
The gray fog and black liquid blended together, and the
countless maggots that resembled meat tendrils sprouted on
the surface. Then, they intertwined into a translucent dark-
colored cloak.
There was no body under the cloak, just darkness.
This process was very brief. In less than two seconds, the
Evernight Goddess’s concealment of so many deities was
clearly unable to last that long.
In an instant, a door of light traveled across the surface of the
concealed world at an extremely high speed.
The door suddenly opened, and Amon, who was wearing a
pointed hat and wearing a classic black robe, leaped out.
At the same time, “He” saw an illusory mask with blank facial
features appear under the translucent dark-colored cloak.
The mask instantly outlined Klein, who had fused with
Gehrman Sparrow’s traits. Amon’s thoughts turned chaotic as
though “He” had his intelligence forcefully lowered.
The Fool was born.
Chapter 1381 - Authority

Chapter 1381 Authority

Inside the white tower, the headquarters of the God of

Knowledge and Wisdom.
After Lucca Brewster, who was trapped underground,
completed his prayer, he focused his attention back on the seal
autonomously strengthening itself.
He wanted to find out exactly what was going on, to see if he
could decipher the secrets hidden within and use them to
invent some mystical techniques.
As he proceeded down each level, checking each and every
Sealed Artifact, Lucca was taken aback and stopped in his
tracks.
His expression became rather confused. He was lost on
whether to take his next step with his left foot or right foot.
This seemed to be a very profound, esoteric question to
comprehend.
In the Southern Continent, beside a cathedral belonging to the
Evernight Goddess.
Leonard picked up the cup of coffee made from local ground
beans and wanted to take a sip.
During this process, his thoughts wandered to the closed
windows and the bright sky, trying to figure out the anomaly.
However, he was unable to leave the room and was sealed
here. As for Old Man, Pallez Zoroast, “He” had fallen into a
strange state of silence without answering his questions.
Thankfully, there wasn’t any additional danger. Therefore,
Leonard could still sit in peace, using thoughts to replace
action.
After an unknown period of time, he looked down at the cup
of coffee that had been placed back on the table. He frowned
slightly and muttered to himself in puzzlement, “What did I
want to do just now?”
The Rorsted Archipelago, in the concealed Bayam City.
Having not noticed the changes in the environment, Danitz
carefully fiddled with the telegraph device in his room.
The Golden Dream had recently come to the Sonia Sea and
stopped at a port with a telegraph office. Danitz wanted to
invite them over to Bayam as guests to take in the grandeur of
a Lord’s Oracle.
If possible, he wished that the Golden Dream could use Bayam
as its primary harbor. This way, he could return to the ship at
any time to participate in adventures and seek out treasures. At
the same time, he could choose to listen to the captain’s
lectures.
As an all-rounder, Danitz had no doubt mastered all the
knowledge and techniques needed to send a telegram. At that
moment, he sat in front of the machine and quickly tapped his
fingers, sending out the words he had constructed.
At the very beginning, his thoughts were clear and his words
were proper. This left him somewhat smug.
Gradually, his eyes stared straight and his hands didn’t stop
moving, as if he was doing it on instinct.
After the telegram was sent out, Danitz exhaled, picked up a
cup, and gulped down a mouthful of beer.
It was quicker than I expected. Even if I lose my job in the
future, I can still go to the telegraph office to get a job with a
good salary, Danitz thought proudly and worriedly.
He casually picked up the telegram draft and recalled the
process of how he sent it out. His expression gradually turned
odd.
“What did I send in the end?” Danitz couldn’t help but
whisper.
Apparently, he had very likely mocked the first mate, second
mate, Iron Skin, and Barrel towards the latter half of the
telegram. Then, he passionately confessed to the captain.
I’m finished, I’m finished… Why would I express what’s
hidden in my heart… Danitz’s face turned pale as he suspected
that he had been controlled by the potion. The content he had
written didn’t actually go through his head.
He hurriedly sent a telegram to indicate that the content from
before had nothing to do with him. It was all a result of
Anderson deliberately causing trouble.
At this moment, he realized that something was amiss outside.
The sky was gray and there wasn’t a single cloud.
…
In the astral world, the existences and objects that had been
concealed by the Evernight Goddess broke through the
restrictions and returned to reality one after another.
“They” were like Amon’s actual body, looking somewhat
dazed without making any immediate reaction.
In addition, the Evernight Goddess also paused in midair in
confusion, as though “She” hadn’t thought about “Her”
subsequent actions. However, “Her” first instinct was to
protect “Herself.”
The Lord of Storms, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of
Knowledge and Wisdom, who had been restricted by the thick
prism-like spots of light in “Their” own kingdoms, also
experienced certain changes. The intensity of their
counterattacks was clearly lower, giving people a sense of self-
doubt, unsure if the entity before them was an enemy.
The Genie abandoned the Trunsoest Brass Book and directly
returned to the Magic Wishing Lamp. “He” seemed to have
fought to “His” limits and had no choice but to retreat into the
seal. He also seemed to recall something as he subconsciously
evaded.
Antigonus, who had just regained “His” self-awareness and
lucidity, was once again confused. His face was filled with
question marks:
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? What is happening
around me?
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the ancient sun god’s giant
shadow sighed and said, “Let there be light!”
The light in the astral world brightened as it stabbed into the
“eyes” of Amon’s true body, avatars, Primordial Demoness,
Hidden Sage, and other existences.
“They” immediately regained “Their” senses and made use of
the time to respond differently.
The flood of information suddenly dispersed and fused with
the various symbols around it, instantly disappearing.
The black, python-like tentacles with an eyeball on their ends
retracted rapidly. No one knew where they went.
Amon’s true body looked at Klein, who had just advanced, and
gave up the chance to exert “His” influence while his
condition was unstable. “He” raised “His” hand and adjusted
the crystal monocle on “His” right eye.
“His” figure split into multiple seemingly illusory and realistic
doors.
The doors opened and closed at the same time, preventing any
existences like the Evernight Goddess from knowing where
Amon’s true body had gone to.
After Amon’s true body left, “His” avatars faded and
disappeared in a bizarre manner.
This was using a loophole, turning the act of “Amon’s true
body leaving” to being equivalent to “Amons leaving.”
At the same time, the giant shadow that the ancient sun god
had, expanded only to shrink and transform back into Adam,
who carried a thick shadow on “His” back.
Beneath the feet of this Visionary, the sea that contained all
colors instantly dissipated as though it had returned
underground.
Looking up at the astral world, Adam returned to the back of
that shadow screen through a crack.
The fusion between “Him” and the True Creator had just
begun, and it wasn’t over yet. The attempt to raise “Himself”
to the level of half a Great Old One was actually rather
difficult and risky. This would make “Their” progress a lot
slower in the future.
In the astral world, as the war subsided, the natural barrier
formed by plants and the portraits of civilization faded away,
along with the illusory crimson moon.
The Lord of Storms, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of
Knowledge and Wisdom first shattered the thick spots of light
outside “Their” divine kingdoms. Then, “They” calmed down
and returned to continue blocking the world barrier’s cracks.
The Evernight Goddess, who was floating above the ancient
palace, put away the pitch-black coffin; the Twilight Sword;
the bird-shaped, golden accessory; and “Her” four arms. “She”
cast “Her” gaze downwards.
After the translucent dark-colored cloak produced the mask, it
transformed into Klein’s body.
Klein pressed one hand against the almost invisible mask on
his face, and he placed the other at his abdomen. His back was
slightly arched, as though he was suffering indescribable pain.
Just as he raised his head and looked at the Evernight
Goddess’s face that was covered with a thin black veil, a pitch-
black cloak appeared outside his body. Slippery and sinister
tentacles extended from beneath the cloak.
After becoming The Fool, the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and
Earth for Blessings in him had undoubtedly awakened further.
The crazy ravings and roars continued to echo in Klein’s ears,
tearing through his mind, letting him know that this was going
to be his future.
There was no way to kill the Lord of the Mysteries. Even if
“His” will was slowly worn down by time, “His”
consciousness would remain forever. “He” could snatch
Klein’s body at any moment and completely revive.
If it wasn’t for the fact that “He” had just “killed” the Lord of
the Mysteries’s will, making the awakening “Him” weaker
than what Klein expected, Klein suspected that he might not
be able to survive. All he could do was watch as his body
collapsed and he became another existence.
Of course, he could still seek the Evernight Goddess’s help to
give him a drop of the River of Eternal Darkness’s river water.
However, this wasn’t a long-term solution. He could only
delay it for some time before ultimately facing it.
Relying on his own consciousness and anchors, Klein
stabilized the consciousness of the Celestial Worthy in him.
At this moment, he was unable to speak.
The Evernight Goddess above nodded gently and said, “What
you need now is stability.”
With that said, “Her” figure was wiped inch by inch as “She”
returned to the divine kingdom in the astral world.
Klein turned his head to look at the slightly dazed Antigonus.
With a thought, he returned to Sefirah Castle.
Sitting in the half-collapsed palace, Antigonus sat on a huge
stone chair. “He” felt as though “He” had just been through a
very, very long dream.
…
Inside Sefirah Castle, Klein sat at The Fool’s seat and focused
on stabilizing his mental state.
Just like before, before he achieved an initial level of stability,
he had no way of seeking treatment from a psychiatrist. Unless
he paid a visit to Adam, it was very likely that he would go
even crazier.
With some stability, Klein quickly checked the authorities he
obtained.
It was called “Fooling”!
Not only did it contain history, time, fate, change, and
concealment, but it also included the mind domain’s of “Blind
Stupidity”—the simplest application was to lower an enemy’s
intelligence.
Just as Klein was about to research them further, his spiritual
perception was triggered.
Someone had invaded Sefirah Castle!
And only when the enemy successfully invaded did Klein
obtain a “notification”!
Klein suddenly looked up and saw that the grayish-white fog
had formed a door at the other end of the long mottled table.
A figure wearing a pointed hat, a classic black robe, and a
monocle walked out.
Amon!
There was a tinge of darkness in Mr. Error’s eyes as “His”
smile appeared somewhat crazy.
“He” leisurely looked around and nudged “His” monocle.
“He” said with a smile, “Are you pleasantly surprised?”
Klein wanted to use Sefirah Castle to expel “Him,” but he
realized that at some point in time, Amon had gained control
over Sefirah Castle!
Amon cast “His” gaze at him, pulled out a chair and sat down,
chuckling.
“I released the suppression of the Lord of the Mysteries in my
body.
“‘Him’ being the owner of Sefirah Castle makes me equivalent
to being the owner of Sefirah Castle. Of course, I can enter.
“This is very risky. Even in the past, I didn’t dare to try it
before, but since you’ve grown to this extent, I can only take
the risk.
“This is very exciting. I’m quite pleased with the effects.”
As Amon spoke, slippery and sinister tentacles appeared
beneath “His” clothes.
“He” took the initiative to revive part of the Lord of the
Mysteries, allowing “Himself” to enter a half-crazy state.
Chapter 1382 - Home Ground Advantage

Chapter 1382 Home Ground Advantage

As Amon spoke, Klein appeared to be listening, but he had

actually attempted to leave Sefirah Castle.
This wasn’t because he wanted to give up or surrender, nor
was it because he was too timid and subconsciously
considered fleeing first. Instead, he believed that this was the
best solution for the current situation.
If he stayed in Sefirah Castle, Klein would face three difficult
questions.
Firstly, he had just advanced to The Fool and his condition
was extremely unstable. He had to divert a large portion of his
mental strength to suppress the awakening will of the Celestial
Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. Secondly, there
was no way for him to obtain the help of his allies; he could
only fight alone. Thirdly, under the situation that everyone
could influence Sefirah Castle, even if Klein had a deeper
level of control over Sefirah Castle, he wouldn’t be able to
express an overwhelming advantage. He might even be
disrupted in his use of Sefirah Castle because his opponent
was good at making use of loopholes and creating bugs,
making it difficult for him to reach the same level as “Him.”
This way, when a Sequence 0 The Fool faced a half-crazed,
dual-pathway Error and Door, even if he wasn’t in a scenario
of facing a 100% failure rate, the chances of winning were
extremely minute.
And by taking the opportunity to escape Sefirah Castle, Klein
could immediately obtain the help of his allies to reverse the
situation between the two.
If Amon were to chase after “Him,” Klein would interfere with
“His” return to Sefirah Castle and make “Him” face “His”
allies. At that time, the Primordial Demoness would definitely
not attack again. The ancient sun god might not be able to
reproduce the power of half a Great Old One anytime soon.
With the lead of the Evernight Goddess, the six orthodox
deities were enough to deal with Amon.
Even if Amon, who was in control of all the authorities of the
Error and Door domains, wasn’t easily killed, the orthodox
deities would definitely be able to weaken “Him” and seal
“Him.” After Klein stabilized his mental state and deepened
his control over Sefirah Castle, he could then kill “Him” in a
targeted manner.
This process was almost irreversible—even if the ancient sun
god could still produce the level, status, and strength from
before. “His” limit appeared to be suppressing three orthodox
deities at the same time, and this didn’t include the Evernight
Goddess.
Of course, the Outer Deities were undoubtedly unwilling to
see the birth of a new Lord of the Mysteries. Once such a
situation happened, “They” would definitely try their best to
interfere, preventing Amon from dying. However, before the
world barrier collapsed, the influence “They” could exert
would be rather limited, and it might not be of much use. Just
like before, Klein believed that the combined powers of the
Dark Side of the Universe and the Chained God were inferior
to the Hidden Sage.
Even if the Outer Deities managed to affect the situation,
Klein wouldn’t suffer any losses. After all, those existences
wouldn’t allow Amon to kill him either. He could find a place
to hide and stabilize his mental state. Once he was prepared,
he could make new plans again—the foggy town of the
Evernight Goddess was a very good choice.
If Amon didn’t chase after him and remained inside Sefirah
Castle. Klein could use his identity as the owner of Sefirah
Castle to influence the control of all kinds of matters within at
any moment, preventing Amon from doing anything in Sefirah
Castle. Even if “He” wanted to use the crimson star to deal
with the Tarot Club members, it would be impossible.
In short, it would be extremely difficult for either of “Them”
to use Sefirah Castle well, but destroying the other party’s
attempts was definitely simple.
Under such a stalemate, Klein had time to stabilize his mental
state, deepening his control over Sefirah Castle, slowly turning
the situation around.
Towards the end, Amon would either flee and hide, or “He”
would let the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings completely revive, choosing to have an internecine
outcome with Klein.
Therefore, although he didn’t have the time to analyze the pros
and cons, Klein quickly came to a conclusion.
Leaving Sefirah Castle now was the best choice.
However, just as his consciousness sank to the edge of Sefirah
Castle, he saw a crystal monocle.
This item appeared in time, crushing Klein’s hopes of
escaping.
“Did you think I’d leave such an obvious loophole? Of course,
you can stop me from leaving Sefirah Castle at any time.”
Amon curled “His” index finger and pressed it against the
monocle as “He” smiled.
Behind the chair that “He” was sitting on, the resplendent
symbol rapidly changed. At times, it was formed from
symbols corresponding to parasitizing, time, and fate. At
times, it was a series of doors.
These two different symbols appeared one after another,
making it impossible to truly be fixed.
Klein didn’t hear what Amon said. The moment he failed, he
created a real Realm of Mysteries—a complete divine
kingdom of The Fool.
Light and shadows instantly changed in front of Amon’s eyes.
It brought with it the disappearance of the grand palace,
mottled table, and luxurious high-back chair, bringing with it
an ancient castle.
Amon wasn’t sure what the ancient castle looked like. This
was because “He” was standing in a corridor inside the castle.
“He” could only sense the various changes in Sefirah Castle
and see with the limited vision “He” had.
The corridor was unusually dark and gloomy. The corridor
stretched endlessly. There were silver-colored elegant candle
stands spaced widely apart, each producing a dim and yellow
glow.
There were dark red wooden doors on both sides of the
corridor that seemed to connect to different rooms.
There was no sound from the rooms, making it virtually
impossible to know what was hidden inside.
Amon casually glanced at it and smiled with interest.
“Interesting.”
As the most powerful Cryptologist, “He” naturally knew that
this was a divine kingdom, one that couldn’t be broken
through with brute force.
This was because every door was “Reassembled” with
different items. If “He” forcefully broke through them, he
would trigger unknown effects. Amon didn’t underestimate the
abilities and intelligence of a Sequence 0 The Fool. “He”
didn’t plan on experiencing any more surprises or accidents.
However, once the divine kingdom’s rules were fixed, its
owner would similarly be restricted to a certain extent.
To put it simply, Klein was definitely in one of the rooms, not
somewhere else.
One had to bear the corresponding responsibility for the
benefits obtained.
“You want to use this method to stall for time and stabilize
your mental state?” Amon whispered as though “He” was
talking to an invisible person.
Then, wearing a pointed hat and a classic black robe, “He”
walked to the nearest dark red wooden door.
There were no holes on the wooden door, so “He” couldn’t see
the exact situation inside.
In other words, it was very difficult for Amon to know if Klein
was here without opening the door.
The corners of Amon’s mouth curled up slightly. Amon
extended “His” right hand and drew a long rectangular shape
on the dark red wooden door.
Inside the rectangle, bits of starlight emerged and turned
transparent, revealing the scene in the room.
With the authority of Door and the ability of Bug, Amon
forcibly opened a window without triggering the effects.
Following that, “He” cast “His” gaze into the room.
There were no tables, chairs, carpets, and other furniture, but a
blue sea.
“Indeed, this door has been connected with the sea outside,”
Amon said without any surprise.
Once “He” twisted the door, “He” would leave Sefirah Castle
and appear in the sea outside.
And at that time, with Klein being wary, it was almost
impossible for “Him” to enter Sefirah Castle again, just like
how Klein was unable to leave Sefirah Castle.
This was the reason why Amon didn’t forcibly destroy The
Fool’s divine kingdom but opened one door at a time.
Destruction led to similar effects. The repeated effects would
affect Amon again and again. Even if there were many
loopholes that “He” could use, “He” wouldn’t be completely
immune to them.
Retracting “His” gaze, Amon walked to the opposite room and
opened a window according to the method from before.
However, this time, it was pitch-black inside, and “He”
couldn’t see anything.
Amon raised “His” hand and pinched the edge of “His”
monocle and coughed lightly.
“His” figure instantly split into two.
The number of Amons increased.
The split Amon glanced at Amon, who stood in the same spot
and tsked.
“Why aren’t you seeking the thrill yourself?”
As “He” spoke, this Amon extended “His” right palm and
grabbed the handle of the dark red wooden door.
Just as “He” began twisting, “His” expression suddenly turned
blank as “He” sat down, as though “He” had lost the ability to
think.
“Fooling effect.” The original Amon nodded slightly.
The retarded Amon immediately collapsed and turned into a
transparent worm with twelve segments.
Tiny bits of Beyonder characteristic seeped out and returned to
Amon’s body.
“He” relied on using the loophole to avoid the negative effects
of “His” avatars from acting on “His” actual body.
After all the Beyonder characteristics returned, Amon released
a flame that had been stolen and burned the corpse of the
Worm of Time.
After doing this leisurely, “He” looked up and adjusted the
monocle on “His” right eye.
On the crystal monocle, countless symbols, patterns, and
labels appeared. They moved quickly, interweaving,
reforming, or changing, as though they were making
calculations.
This was a combination of a Cryptologist’s power of
decryption and the Key of Star’s authority on position.
The two attempts Amon made were mainly to gather
intelligence, grasp the rules, and prepare for cracking the
secrets of The Fool’s divine kingdom.
Soon, the symbols, patterns, and labels formed a scene on the
monocle:
Behind a dark red wooden door, a few slippery tentacles
extended out from Klein’s body. He sat on a high-back chair
and calmly watched the entrance.
The corners of Amon’s mouth curled up. With a flash, “He”
appeared in the room.
However, everything before “His” eyes suddenly collapsed.
Klein with The Fool’s aura quickly turned thin, turning into a
card.
On the card, Roselle Gustav was wearing a gorgeous head
accessory and colorful clothes, holding a stick with luggage
hanging from it. His eyes were filled with longing.
The Fool card.
The Fool card from the Cards of Blasphemy.
Klein knew that relying solely on Paper Figurine Substitutes
and adding the “Fooling” effect and “Grafting” his true aura
onto it wouldn’t be able to deceive a top-notch Swindler like
Amon. Therefore, he used The Fool card which had some
convergence powers as his paper figurine.
Although Sefirah Castle couldn’t be used again, this was
Klein’s home ground after all. There was his junk pile, the
various items he had gathered, and the newly obtained
Trunsoest Brass Book and the borrowed Magic Wishing
Lamp.
Chapter 1383 - Stipulated Rules

Chapter 1383 Stipulated Rules

With the Klein in front of Amon turning into The Fool card,
the room shrank and revealed its original appearance.
It was an iron cigar case that had marks of being corroded
slightly. It had fused with the aura of Sefirah Castle.
Klein’s figure appeared out of nowhere as the entire divine
kingdom of The Fool collapsed. As the magnificent palace
reappeared, he grabbed the vessel that carried The Fool card
and Amon’s true body and suddenly closed it.
He didn’t have hopes of using this item to seal Amon, who
wielded the corresponding authority of the Door pathway. All
he wanted was to buy some time and find a chance to throw
Amon out of Sefirah Castle and retrieve the initiative.
But at that moment, Klein, who was wearing a black trench
coat, paused.
His other hand took out a crystal monocle from the void with
his other hand and placed it in his right eye.
Behind him, Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat and a
classic black robe, quickly outlined “His” figure. “His” eyes
were dark and wild as “He” laughed.
“What made you think that I didn’t use an avatar?”
Before “He” finished his sentence, Klein’s figure that had been
parasitized rapidly turned thin, turning into a crude paper
figurine.
Klein was cautious and hadn’t used his true form either. He
relied on a Paper Figurine Substitute that had Spirit Body
Threads “Grafted.”
He knew very well that he would rather give up an opportunity
than make mistakes when fighting Amon. Once he made a
mistake, under the suppression effect of a Bug, it would be
very difficult for him to turn the tables.
With regards to the situation of the prey turning into a paper
figurine, Amon didn’t seem to be surprised. All “He” did was
raise “His” hand to touch the crystal monocle.
At the other end of the grand palace, Klein, who was wearing
a top hat and a trench coat, uncontrollably walked out of The
Fool’s automatic concealment.
He raised his right hand and took out a crystal monocle from
the void with great difficulty, slowly moving it towards his
right eye.
During this process, Klein’s expression was filled with
resistance and rather warped, as though he couldn’t control his
hand.
The half-crazy Amon smiled leisurely.
“You can use paper figurines to replace you, but so can paper
figurines replace you.
“It being ‘Parasitized’ is equivalent to you being ‘Parasitized.’
“Everything is relative, and all of them have loopholes. No
Beyonder power is uncrackable. They can be used in any
suitable situation.”
“He” made use of the relationship of the Paper Figurine
Substitute and the main body to create a bug.
Although Amon looked like “He” was unable to control “His”
desire to speak due to “His” madness, it didn’t stop “Him”
from corroding Klein with “His” full strength. “He”
strengthened the “Parasitizing” bit by bit, making Klein truly
wear a monocle and become “Him.”
At that moment, Klein’s body suddenly collapsed. He had
taken the initiative to do so.
He split into countless transparent maggots that swam in all
directions.
Among these Worms of Spirit, there were a few Worms of
Time with twelve segments mixed in.
Strictly speaking, Amon’s Worms of Time could forcefully
“Parasitize” very tiny creatures like the Worms of Spirit.
However, when Klein split up, he took the initiative to use his
“Fooling” authority to confuse the order of time. He “Fooled”
the few Worms of Time, making them split up only towards
the end. Unable to find the cluster of Worms of Spirit, they lost
their target for “Parasitizing.”
In the next second, the scene in Sefirah Castle changed again.
Klein once again used the Realm of Mysteries powers to
create a new divine kingdom for The Fool.
Amon instantly entered a room.
This place was covered with a thick yellow carpet with a
crystal chandelier hanging from it. There was a door on each
wall, and it was unknown where they led to.
At the same time, there were oil paintings depicting various
eyes hanging from the four walls.
There was no need for any special scrutiny. With just a glance,
Amon knew that the four doors corresponded to different
effects. The main purpose was to delay “His” actions and
create enough time for Klein to make subsequent preparations.
The corners of Mr. Error curled up slightly as “He” cast “His”
gaze to the ground.
“He” extended “His” right fist and stretched out “His” fingers.
An illusory door appeared on the thick yellow carpet.
The door quickly moved for a second before it became fixed in
place and silently opened.
However, with the opening of the illusory door, the doors
around the room began to move strangely. The doors creaked
and opened!
Almost at the same time, in the pitch-black wilderness, in a
dark tower that led to the sky, Klein was holding the Magic
Wishing Lamp and removing the effects of “Fooling” on the
Trunsoest Brass Book.
The candlewick of the Magic Wishing Lamp lit up as it
spewed out a sticky, pale-gold glow.
These rays of light transformed into a distorted, blurry figure.
Klein didn’t consider making a wish with the Genie to transfer
Bernadette’s wishes onto him and change the ownership of the
Magic Wishing Lamp. This was because there would only be
one outcome. He would die on the spot and return from the fog
of history with the Miracle Invoker’s powers.
Normally, this was a good way to escape, especially since
Klein could revive several times.
However, the situation this time was completely different from
before.
Once Klein died, it would mean that he had temporarily given
up on his identity as the owner of Sefirah Castle, making this
place a paradise for Amon. “He” could use this sefirah without
any obstruction.
Under such circumstances, Amon could completely “Fool”
history, interfere with fate, and suppress Klein’s resurrection,
making him truly die.
The ones who were most effective against a Beyonder were
definitely Higher-Sequence Beyonders of the same pathway.
Therefore, Klein’s current plan was to use the status of the
Genie to better use the Trunsoest Brass Book.
If the Genie didn’t exert a certain influence, the rules set by
the Trunsoest Brass Book definitely wouldn’t be biased
towards Klein. It would only restrict all existences other than
itself.
As the Genie’s blurry, pale-gold figure took form, the
Trunsoest Brass Book produced the sound of colliding metal
and quickly flipped to the second half of the book that allowed
writing.
Without any gap in time, new text appeared on the brass page:
“Theft is prohibited here!”
If Klein had the choice, the most suitable rule would be “Acts
of theft are prohibited here” because the former clause was a
law. It couldn’t stop someone from committing theft ahead of
time, and it could only deliver punishment after the act.
Furthermore, punishment for first-time thieves was inevitably
light, something the Amons could withstand. His idea
restricted the possibility of such actions—there was no such
thing as theft.
However, there was no way for the Trunsoest Brass Book to
make such a rule right now. One had to wait until the
provisions were watertight enough, and that it had awakened
to a certain extent before that was possible.
Previously, the Genie had relied on “His” close connection
with the Trunsoest Brass Book, “His” high status, and all
“His” strength before “He” could enforce similar rules. At this
moment, “He” was already drained and unable to do such
things.
At present, all Klein could do was try his best to stall for time
so that the Trunsoest Brass Book could produce a sufficiently
strict setup of laws to target Amon so as to act in concert with
his “Fooling” authority.
At this moment, in the room that trapped Amon.
As the illusory door on the ground opened, the four real doors
shook and cracks appeared.
This would bring about many unknown effects.
Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out from an endless
distance away.
At some point in time, Amon had transformed into an ancient,
mottled stone wall clock. On the wall clock, the second hand
formed by the Worm of Time suddenly paused.
Gong!
As the bell reverberated, everything in the room froze
strangely, including the four doors.
The only exception was Amon. “He” had transformed back to
“His” pointy-hatted, classic black-robed look. With a smile,
“He” calmly raised “His” left hand and tightened “His” five
fingers.
In the next second, the strange frozen state was broken. The
four doors that were about to open had closed again with a
bang, leaving no gaps behind.
Amon’s figure descended and burrowed into the illusory door
that wasn’t closed.
Just as “He” used this method to leave the room, “He”
discovered that “He” had arrived in a pitch-black wilderness.
There was a dark tower that seemed to pierce the sky in the
distance.
Inside the tower, the Trunsoest Brass Book in front of Klein
had formed a second rule:
“Deception is prohibited here!”
Although Amon couldn’t see what was happening, it was as
though “He” had sensed something. After all, a high-ranking
person who used the rules of deception as entertainment was
undoubtedly able to sense the changes in the rules. Otherwise,
there was no way of accurately finding loopholes.
“He” immediately raised “His” hand and adjusted the monocle
stuck in “His” right eye.
On the surface of the crystal monocle, a blinding, pure white
light spewed out, illuminating the wilderness. There were no
longer any concealed existences here.
This was the “eternal daytime” that “He” had previously given
to Klein and retrieved from Klein’s “main body”!
In such an environment, the dark tower melted inch by inch.
Klein floated in midair with one hand holding the Magic
Wishing Lamp, and the other holding the Staff of the Stars. In
front of him was the open Trunsoest Brass Book.
Amon took the opportunity to stretch out “His” hand that was
holding onto the monocle. From a distance, “He” gripped
Klein’s projection to his palm.
Behind him, the shadow that had been dragged out by the
“eternal daytime” seemed to become fainter as it twisted with
vitality.
Without a sound, Amon began “Stealing” Klein’s various
Beyonder powers.
“He” didn’t deliberately seek out the “Fooling” authority.
Instead, “He” chose to be random to increase the success rate.
However, with a flash of light, what fell into “His” palm was
only a simple paper figurine.
Grafting!
Pa!
The shadow behind Amon’s back was lashed by an invisible
whip, and “He” was completely unharmed.
“He” created an error, letting “His” shadow replace “Him.”
Following that, Amon laughed as “His” voice resounded in
Klein’s ears.
“Genie, I can also promise to send you back to the cosmos.
“Look, I wasn’t punished. This means that I’m not swindling
you.”
Chapter 1384 - Conceptualization

1384 Conceptualization
Upon hearing Amon’s words, Klein’s heart sank.
Before this, he wasn’t worried that Amon would collude with
Genie, because “He” was a top-notch Swindler. No promises
“He” made could be believed. As for Genie, “He” had
encountered the former Lord of the Mysteries. “He” was
considered a victim of such matters in a similar vein.
Therefore, “He” would definitely use “His” most wary of
approaches to deal with Mr. Error.
This was the result of a lack of trust.
Sometimes, lying, cheating, and swindling could indeed
increase the profits in the short-term, but in the long-term, it
was better to be honest.
But now, the Trunsoest Brass Book had just formulated the
rule of “deception is prohibited here.”
And Amon didn’t receive any punishment after making the
promise!
At the same time, Klein and Genie didn’t notice “Him” using
any loopholes.
This proved how true and effective Amon’s words were. It was
from the bottom of “His” heart and wasn’t a scam.
Genie could even rely on “His” own level and traits to distort
the sentence from “I can promise” to “I promise.” It would
make it impossible for Amon to go back on “His” word. If
“He” did, “He” would suffer damage at the level of a Great
Old One.
This made Klein not help but wonder if the rule that
“deception is prohibited here” was secretly guided by Amon or
deliberately created by Genie, making any Lord of the
Mysteries candidate to promise to return “Him” to the cosmos.
To Genie, “He” didn’t suffer any losses in such a deal because
Klein himself owed “Him” a promise.
If it were any other scene, Klein would still have the time to
communicate with Genie and rebuild “His” trust. However, at
this moment, Amon’s threat was right before his eyes. “He”
wouldn’t give him the chance to resolve this problem.
If he chose to continue to believe in Genie, Klein would be
putting his life in the hands of this Outer Deity and be under
“His” control. In the subsequent battle, as long as Genie was
able to formulate a few rules that appeared to be fine but were
biased towards Amon through the Trunsoest Brass Book,
Klein, who was already at a great disadvantage, would rapidly
lose with no way to reverse the situation.
As his thoughts raced, Klein made the choice of this gamble.
A translucent dark-colored cloak instantly appeared around
him. His face was covered with a strange and distorted mask.
The Fool!
Invisible rings rippled from his body and instantly enveloped
Genie, the Trunsoest Brass Book, and the entire wilderness, as
well as Amon.
“Blind Stupidity” authority!
Amon’s monocle temporarily lost its luster, as though “He”
had lost “His” vision. “His” gaze also turned dull.
The speed of text being written on the Trunsoest Brass Book
clearly slowed down as though it would take fifteen minutes or
even hours to think up the next rule.
Genie’s blurry and distorted golden figure shook as it suddenly
shrank back into the golden magic lamp that looked like a
water flask. It was unknown if it was escaping or if it was
purely an instinctual reaction.
Seizing this opportunity, Klein attempted to escape Sefirah
Castle as he prepared to “Graft” something to himself.
Just as his consciousness sank, the crystal monocle appeared at
the edge of Sefirah Castle, blocking his “path.”
Even though “His” intelligence had been reduced briefly,
Amon still seemed to remember to stop Klein from leaving
Sefirah Castle.
“His” eyes quickly regained clarity as they were still dyed
black. “His” mouth slowly opened as “He” laughed
uncontrollably.
“I’ve written this matter into my instinct. This is a good way to
resist the effects of Blind Stupidity.”
Clearly, “He” had cheated the rules and lied to “Himself,”
making “His” instincts believe that this was what “He”
wanted.
Klein wasn’t depressed. He immediately completed the
“Grafting” he had prepared long ago.
In the cosmos, a giant star that emitted light and heat suddenly
dimmed.
In the wilderness with the effects of “eternal daylight,” an
orange sun with a destructive aura and a heavy feeling
descended from the sky.
The entire wilderness collapsed and curled up as though it was
going to charge straight into the star.
At the same time, everything here was ignited, including
Amon.
In the next second, the surrounding void began to shrink as
they revolved around the real sun. Everything in the world
either disintegrated or vaporized. All that was left was the
Magic Wishing Lamp and the Trunsoest Brass Book, which
were still struggling to withstand the flames, barely suffering
any damage.
Klein, who was floating in midair, had long disappeared.
He had “Grafted” himself to that star.
Of course, his “Grafting” was only with the concept of a star,
not a physical entity. Otherwise, with The Fool’s obviously
lower defense than most Sequence 0s, he would be directly
swallowed by a real star and die on the spot thanks to his
relatively weak body.
The Fool was a very extreme deity. “He” had the ability to
destroy a star, but he was unable to face it directly. “His”
strengths and weaknesses were equally obvious.
In addition, conceptualized objects couldn’t directly affect the
surrounding environment and harm the enemy. It wasn’t
enough to write the words “immense mass, gravity, high
temperatures, high heat, and fusion” to create similar effects,
but as Mr. Fool, Klein held the authority of “Fooling.”
He made his surroundings change according to the concept of
a star!
This was an intense “change” and also a type of “Fooling.”
Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat and a classic black
robe, was completely ignited under the illumination of the star.
“He” began to vaporize.
At this moment, his figure distorted as “He” was instantly
dyed with resplendent starlight. “He” turned extremely
illusory, as though “He” had transformed into an astral door.
At that moment, Amon no longer resembled a physical
creature. “He” was closer to a collective body of the symbols
like “wandering,” “astral world tunnel,” “key,” and “door.”
This was the ability of a Planeswalker to use the astral world
to head to different planets and worlds. “They” were able to
transform “Themselves” into symbols, allowing “Them” to
effectively use the astral world.
At Sequence 0 Door’s stage, the qualitative change in such
powers became “conceptualized.”
Amon transformed “Himself” into a concept creature and
avoided the damage brought by the star.
A figure suddenly appeared behind “Him.” It was Klein, who
was wearing a trench coat and a top hat.
Almost at the same time, Amon’s thoughts slowed down a
little.
“His” Spirit Body Threads were grabbed by Klein.
Using the chaos brought by the “star,” Klein dispelled the
combination he had with the corresponding concepts, and he
secretly “Grafted” the location of both parties and arrived
behind Amon.
Originally, without the concept of “Reassembly,” the star’s
influence on the surroundings would immediately stop.
However, Klein had “Fooled” time, allowing the effects of the
first two seconds to linger until now, allowing him to fool
Amon.
If possible, what Klein wished to do now was to deepen the
control of Amon’s Spirit Body Threads and turn “Him” into
his marionette. However, he knew very well that in the present
situation, the probability of success was very low: On the one
hand, Amon could withstand damage and steal the Spirit Body
Threads back. On the other hand, “He” might be able to use
the connection established between the two of them via the
Spirit Body Threads to use a bug and influence Klein and
“Parasitize” him.
Before he had absolute confidence, Klein didn’t want his
actions to appear rash.
The main goal of capturing Amon’s Spirit Body Threads was
to give the other party a certain sense of sluggishness.
This was a performance of the “Fooling” authority during the
stage of transforming into a marionette. And with Klein’s
present state, he was naturally more willing to choose such a
low-level but effective method. This would be less of a burden
on him, and it wouldn’t seriously affect his mental stability
like when he used the authority of “Fooling.”
At this moment, apart from Amon, his enemy also included
the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings in his
body.
Of course, Amon was the same. If “He” didn’t suppress the
Celestial Worthy’s madness, the latter would have already
revived in “His” body.
After creating a brief pause in Amon’s thoughts, Klein had
three choices:
The first was to take this opportunity to escape Sefirah Castle,
but he wasn’t sure if Amon’s instincts were still working and
would still attempt to stop him from escaping.
Second, it was to summon the projections of the Historical
Void, but it wasn’t of much use. The effects of an angel-level
existence could do little in this battle of gods. It was possible
that they couldn’t withstand Amon’s gaze, much less “Their”
historical projections. Even if Klein wanted to use it to
transmit information, it lacked sufficient value—the other
deities couldn’t enter Sefirah Castle and provide help.
Third, he could use this opportunity to exert a certain amount
of influence on Amon’s true body.
Without any hesitation, Klein chose the third plan.
He wanted to take the opportunity to “Graft” Amon, Sefirah
Castle, and the door of light that was stained with bluish-black
together.
Klein felt that Amon’s half-crazy state wasn’t bad enough.
“He” just appeared rather talkative, with him occasionally not
grasping an opportunity. He wanted to make “Him” go crazier.
When Amon and Sefirah Castle completed the “Reassembly,”
the Celestial Worthy’s will in “His” body would clearly
strengthen, and the chaos in “His” mind would intensify.
That way, Amon would lack the rationality to restrain
“Himself,” making “His” actions more instinctive than being
the result of a contemplative thinking process.
To Mr. Error who was an expert at “deceit,” this would be
fatal.
Of course, Klein could only maintain this kind of “Grafting”
for a second. Exceeding this limit might mean that he would
no longer be facing Amon, but the Celestial Worthy of Heaven
and Earth for Blessings.
When the time came, the other party would definitely gladly
accept the gift of Sefirah Castle. “He” could then fight
Sequence 0 The Fool with a sefirah, two Uniquenesses, and
the corresponding Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics.
Originally, Klein could’ve relied on his “Fooling” authority to
reduce Amon’s intelligence, but firstly, he wasn’t able to use
power at this level for a long time in his current state.
Secondly, as a dual-pathway true god, and a wielder of many
authorities, the duration of the “Blind Stupidity” effect on
“Him” was rather limited. Therefore, Klein had no choice but
to take the risk of “Grafting” things in such a way.
And madness would accompany Amon, doing so until “He”
found a new balance or met the best Psychiatrist.
In the blink of an eye, the translucent, cold mask appeared on
Klein’s face once again. A strange door of light that was
stained with a hint of bluish-black suffused from Amon’s
body.
Sefirah Castle.
Chapter 1385 - “Madness

Chapter 1385 “Madness“

Amon and the strange door of light were “Grafted” together.

“His” face grimaced as the darkness in “His” eyes intensified.
At the same time, more slippery tentacles appeared under
“His” classic black robe, fully showcasing the crazy feeling
was completely displayed.
Just as Klein was preparing to sever the connection between
Amon and Sefirah Castle and make “Him” maintain “His”
madness, the corners of Amon’s mouth curled up.
It was as if he was saying:
“Congratulations, you have fallen into a trap.”
“His” face was immediately covered with a translucent mask
that was similar to The Fool’s Uniqueness, but one that was
even more illusory.
Klein’s mind tensed up, and without a second thought, he
immediately used the authority of “Fooling” without any
regard for the consequences.
But before he could react, his thoughts slowed down. He was
in a dazed state that he didn’t know what to do.
Fooling!
Amon actually used the temporary “Reassembly” between
“Him” and Sefirah Castle to escape Klein’s interference and
activate the power of The Fool’s domain.
Such an action completely exceeded his instincts and was
more like a meticulous trap.
Amon didn’t seem to be crazy enough!
This true god of the Error and Door pathways immediately
removed the “Grafting” of “Himself” to Sefirah Castle,
allowing the mysterious door that was tainted with hints of
bluish-black to quickly fade away to prevent “Him” from
being tainted further.
After dealing with this latent danger, Amon raised both hands,
“His” thumbs and index fingers touching each other to form an
oval.
In the oval, starlight lit up, perfectly embracing Klein’s figure.
Right on the heels of that, Amon’s hands suddenly parted to
the side as though they were tearing something apart. This
seemed to be a heavy task.
With the tearing sounds of paper, the area where Klein’s body
was in seemed to turn into glass. Under the intense impact,
countless cracks appeared as they shattered bit by bit.
This was a form of regression and the destruction of space.
Unable to withstand it at all, Klein’s body could only turn into
paper fragments that flew in the air as the surrounding void
collapsed and shattered. These bits of paper were instantly
swallowed up by the darkness.
By the time the space collapsed, Klein’s paper figurines were
almost exhausted.
Of course, he also relied on the level and traits of The Fool to
forcefully escape the effects of “Blind Stupidity.”
And at this moment, Amon had already split into countless
figures. Some of them were purely avatars, some were replicas
on the level of symbolism, while others were left behind from
constantly “Blinking.”
At that moment, the sky above Klein’s head and the
surrounding wilderness were occupied by Amons. “They”
wore pointed hats and monocles, blocking every single
loophole.
Some of these Amons transformed into old, mottled, bluish-
black wall clocks. Some of “Them” turned into pure starlight,
as though “They” were trying to create a cage. Some extended
“Their” hands, doing different levels of “Theft.” Some of the
monocles glowed as “They” used various items that “They”
had stolen from the past. Some simulated various abilities,
either exerting limitations, interference, or attacks.
In the Marauder pathway, “Theft” was a core skill, one of its
main symbols. The difference between it and a Seer’s control
of Spirit Body Threads was that, as one advanced through the
Sequences, not only did its effects and success rate increase, it
also obtained a deeper level of conceptualization.
At Sequence 9 to Sequence 7, “Theft” happened on items. At
Sequence 6, “Theft” happened on Beyonder powers. After
advancing to Sequence 5, “Theft” happened on thoughts and
ideas. At Sequence 4 and Sequence 3, “Theft” became life,
including parasitic theft at the physical level. And at Sequence
2 level, the range of “Theft” broadened to fate, identity, self-
awareness, and Beyonder characteristics. As for Sequence 1,
“Theft” could temporarily happen on time, anchors, and
authorities.
Therefore, when an Error faced a true deity, “He” could also
use “Theft” that had reached the level of authority.
With a gong, the ancient wall clocks paused in unison.
This caused the surrounding environment to freeze, causing
the destroyed wilderness from the sun’s blast to become
extremely quiet. Even the destruction was frozen.
At that moment, Klein seemed to lose his body. All that was
left was a translucent dark-colored cloak and a bizarre ice-cold
mask.
Under the cloak and mask was rich darkness. Nothing could be
seen other than the slippery and sinister tentacles that extended
out.
In such a state, Klein seemed to escape the limitations of time.
In a frozen environment, he moved like a fish. Through
various cracks in reality or concept, he emerged from the
encirclement of the Amons.
He once again used his “Fooling” authority.
This time, he “Fooled” time.
The ancient wall clocks vanished, and in the desolate
wilderness that had almost completely collapsed, time returned
to its normal flow. The Amons stopped “Their” attempts,
suddenly merged into one, and “Blinked” behind Klein,
preventing him from having a breather.
“His” left palm reached out, and as “He” retracted it, “He”
clenched “His” fingers.
Around Klein, the space suddenly became shrouded in
shadows, making it look like a thin fishnet veil.
The “fishnet veil” began to twist and reassemble, as though
they formed a sufficiently strong cage that trapped Klein
inside.
An illusory door appeared above the cage as it moved quickly
without being fixed in place.
However, Klein’s figure suddenly appeared outside the cell, as
though he had never been sealed by Amon’s Door authority.
He had “Fooled” history and had split his previous and future
self.
Hence, the one imprisoned in the cell became his historical
projection.
This was the Scholar of Yore’s powers deepening under the
“Fooling” authority.
As he had relied on an advancement ritual based on “Fooling”
history, Klein’s The Fool powers in such a domain were
stronger than when he “Fooled” time and fate.
As soon as he escaped the spatial cell, Klein immediately used
the Realm of Mysteries to create a new divine kingdom of The
Fool. This was to stall for time and find a chance to stabilize
his mental state. He had used the Fooling authority multiple
times, and the weak balance in his body was on the verge of
collapsing. If he didn’t stabilize his mental state as soon as
possible, the will of the Celestial Worthy would awaken
further.
This was also a serious problem.
At this moment, a huge crystal monocle appeared in front of
him.
On this monocle, layers of sparkling lights surged out and
flooded him instantly.
Klein’s mental state suddenly stabilized, but the price was to
lose all his emotions and desires. He didn’t even want to resist.
All he wanted was to stand there quietly and wait for the
impending destruction.
This was like an ordinary person being injected with a huge
dose of anesthetic.
At the same time, an illusory book appeared in the layers of
light.
The book opened, revealing a sentence:
“Tormented by the Lord of the Mysteries’s mental corruption,
Klein Moretti had always been in great pain and a state of
extreme exhaustion. After the intense battle, he has finally
reached his limits due to the influence of his mind. He had
decided to give up and stop resisting.”
Behind the huge crystal monocle, Amon, who was wearing a
pointed hat and classic black robe, quickly outlined “Himself”
like a mountain.
“He” looked at Klein, who had given up resisting, and “His”
dark eyes turned lighter as the corners of “His” lips curled up.
“I stole it. How is it?”
Klein raised his head to look at Mr. Error, and he tried hard to
open his mouth. He said weakly, “You were pulling off a
deception from the beginning?”
Amon raised “His” hands and said with a smile,
“Unfortunately, you realized it too late.”
“He” made “His” thumbs and index fingers touch each other,
forming an oval.
In the oval, starlight lit up, illuminating Klein’s figure.
Right on the heels of that, Amon solemnly separated “His”
hands, tearing apart the void where Klein and the surrounding
environment relied on to live.
The void was like glass, shattering into pieces like the collapse
of a skyscraper.
However, all the collapsing and destruction circled Klein’s
body without directly affecting him.
He was like a small fishing boat that calmly cruised through a
storm. It appeared out-of-place and disharmonious, as though
it didn’t seem to belong here.
Amon raised “His” hand and adjusted “His” monocle on “His”
right eye, the smile on “His” face somewhat faded.
A translucent cloak kept popping up and disappearing over the
surface of Klein’s body.
He looked at the mountain-like Amon, his eyes turning darker.
“From the moment you entered Sefirah Castle and said the
first word, you began your deceit.”
At that time, Amon said that “He” had taken the risk to release
the suppression of the Lord of the Mysteries in “His” body, in
exchange for the identity of Sefirah Castle’s owner.
At that moment, Amon didn’t take the opportunity to continue
attacking Klein. “He” floated in midair and looked down at
Mr. Fool.
Klein didn’t make any attempts either. His tone was strangely
calm, as though he was preparing something.
“If simply releasing the suppression of the Lord of the
Mysteries’s will allows you to enter Sefirah Castle at the cost
of being half-crazy, Antigonus could’ve done so back then.
The Annihilation Demonic Wolf, Flegrea, from even earlier
could’ve done it as well. You and Mr. Door previously had
countless opportunities.
“Clearly, it’s impossible to invade Sefirah Castle by just
making the Lord of the Mysteries awaken to a certain extent,
and using half-craziness in concert with Error. There’s no way
you can find a usable bug in this matter unless you directly get
‘Him’ to replace you.
“Only when you possessed the Door authority to go anywhere
did you see hope. By creating a back door and using bugs, you
could make Sefirah Castle treat you as the Lord of the
Mysteries and give you the corresponding authority.
“Of course, this will definitely require the awakening of the
Lord of the Mysteries to a rather dangerous state. Without this
hidden identity, you won’t be able to deceive Sefirah Castle
without any reason.
“After absorbing Door’s Uniqueness, you didn’t immediately
infiltrate Sefirah Castle to deal with me who was even weaker
back then. It was because at that time, you were unable to
completely withstand the awakening of the Lord of the
Mysteries’s will, with you having just advanced.
“I believe you’ve already found a relatively safer solution. If I
hadn’t advanced to The Fool so quickly, you would’ve been
able to enter Sefirah Castle in the best state to resolve
everything sometime later. And now, you have no choice but
to bring this plan forward. There’s definitely a very serious
problem with you.
“You took the initiative to throw out the price of becoming
half-crazy to, on the one hand, make me think of
countermeasures in this direction so as to lay a deadly trap in
key areas, and on the other hand, you also wanted to divert
attention and use this opportunity to conceal other problems.
“You’re not half-mad at all.”
Amon quietly listened to Klein’s words. Rather abnormally,
“He” didn’t interrupt him, nor did “He” attempt to attack.
Only when Klein was done did “He” say with an odd
expression, “You’re crazy.”
Chapter 1386 - Narrow Path

Chapter 1386 Narrow Path

Upon hearing Amon’s “you’re crazy,” Klein raised his head

and laughed out loud.
“I just gave up according to your arrangements. It’s just that
it’s more complete than you think.”
As he spoke, an illusory brand appeared on the forehead of the
ice-cold and bizarre mask he was wearing.
It was a strange door of light that was tainted with bluish-
blackness.
As for Klein, he was also enveloped in something similar.
Under the translucent dark-colored cloak, more and more
slippery and sinister tentacles appeared. They were densely
packed and extended until they occupied the nearby sky.
As his dark eyes flashed, Klein looked at Amon and said with
a smile, “For me, instead of you becoming the Lord of the
Mysteries, wouldn’t it be better if we let the past ‘Him’
revive?”
After his mental state stabilized and he figured out the key to
Amon’s surprise attack, Klein’s thoughts of “giving up”
removed his resistance towards the Lord of the Mysteries’s
will in his body, allowing “Him” to further revive.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to control
Sefirah Castle at critical moments and borrow the power of
“Error” to avoid the collapse of the space created by Amon.
Without waiting for Amon’s response, the corners of Klein’s
lips curled up as he said with a smile, “After you were
corrupted by Sefirah Castle and showed signs of madness, you
immediately recovered and could use Sefirah Castle to create
the effects of ‘Blind Stupidity.’ After releasing the suppression
of the Lord of the Mysteries’s will in you, you didn’t enter a
half-crazy state, as there are external powers helping you.
“You should have an extremely key important avatar. It might
even be like Pallez’s choice to lower ‘His’ level. It’s sleeping
at Adam’s place, and it allows a Visionary like ‘Him’ to
personally protect your mental state. As long as the awakening
of the Lord of the Mysteries’s will doesn’t exceed the limits of
what Adam can withstand, you won’t go crazy here if you
don’t lose control there.
“Therefore, your most serious problem is that you have to
maintain a normal connection with that body. Once it’s
interfered with, your condition will be in trouble. And this
connection is actually very weak under Sefirah Castle’s
isolation effect.
“You deliberately showed a half-crazed state for two reasons.
Other than luring me to find an opportunity in this direction
and stepping on the trap you set up, you were also hiding this
fact so that I won’t be able to target this aspect while engaging
in a battle with you.
“Of course, there are plenty of problems outside these ones.
After all, you aren’t fully prepared. If I had discovered these
problems earlier, even if I was a King of Angels with the
Uniqueness, there’s no way for me to defeat you.”
Amon listened quietly and raised “His” hand to adjust the
crystal monocle in “His” right eye. The corners of “His” lips
curled up as “He” let out a sigh with a smile.
Upon seeing this, Klein smiled and shook his head.
“You truly are powerful, cunning, and terrifying, truly worthy
of the title of ‘God of Deceit.’ If it wasn’t for the fact that I
had long considered what I would do when forced into a
corner by you and had no other choice, I definitely would’ve
hesitated just now. And if I hesitated slightly, I would’ve
already died.”
In that case, Amon would completely control Sefirah Castle,
preventing Klein from returning from the fog of history for a
resurrection.
Amon stared at the increasing number of sinister tentacles
extending out from under Klein’s dark-colored cloak. “He”
slowly took a deep breath and said with a smile, “The Lord of
the Mysteries in you is about to truly awaken.”
Klein’s smile had a nerve-wracking feeling to it.
“You can also compete with me on this point.
“Our next battle is very simple: It’s a competition of who
awakens the Lord of the Mysteries’s will to a greater extent, a
competition of whose control over Sefirah Castle is deeper.
50%, 70%, 90%, until we reach 100%. Then, with a bang, we
explode and ‘He’ returns.
“What do you think? Are you going to take the bet? Let’s see
who can’t hold on any longer first? It’s very thrilling, very
interesting, and very suited to your preferences. It’s like the
roulette that’s popular in Feysac. Two people, each having a
revolver and a bullet inside. They take turns pulling the trigger
at their temples. Whoever gives up first results in his opponent
winning. And if no one gives up and persists until the end,
there won’t be a winner. ‘He’ will be the winner.”
Amon’s brows pricked up as “He” smiled without saying a
word.
Klein looked at “Him,” and said with a smile, “Although
you’ve always been pursuing thrills and are known to be a
risk-taker, you achieve your goals most of the time. Not only
do you not lose much, you often gain a lot. And in the few
failures that you do experience, you only lose some of your
avatars and some items. You’ve never suffered any serious
injuries or been placed in a desperate situation.
“Your every action is a product of meticulous planning. Even
if you fail, you will have a way out.
“Does this mean that you value your life more than I
imagined? You do like thrills and seek it for pleasure, but to do
so regardless of the price is just an image you portray. How
can a real God of Deceit wager a bet with ‘Himself’ at stake?
“Of course, this is just my own guess. Perhaps it’s wrong.
Anyway, do you want to take the bet?”
Amon stroked the crystal monocle and made a tsk like Medici.
“You’re really crazy.”
Klein replied with a smile, “In the eyes of others, this is indeed
insane.
“But to me, it’s just a choice.
“Compared to you, I’m more willing to believe in the former
Lord of the Mysteries. ‘He’ is a true Great Old One, looking
down on the Universe from high above and treating most of
the living beings as insects. This would make ‘Him’ distance
‘Himself’ from reality.
“Besides, I should still have time to get the Genie to be my
witness. I’ll get the Lord of the Mysteries to promise me
certain things. To ‘Him,’ it’s very simple and worthless.”
Having said that, the corners of Klein’s mouth curled up as he
said,
“I won’t lose too much, just myself.
“There are always some things that are more important than
others.”
Amon maintained “His” smile but didn’t say a word.
Klein then surveyed the area and found the Magic Wishing
Lamp and Trunsoest Brass Book among the floating fragments
of the wilderness.
He immediately laughed out loud.
“Look, I didn’t get punished. This means that I’m not lying.
I’m telling the truth.”
In fact, the laws set up by the Trunsoest Brass Book had long
been abolished since the divine kingdom was destroyed during
the star’s descent. Later on, the Amons dared to attempt to use
“Steal,” but Klein’s main goal wasn’t to prove anything, but to
show his determination, firmness, or perhaps madness.
Of course, what he said was the truth. He was indeed willing
to put them into practice. Otherwise, there was no way he
could hide it from Amon or exert enough pressure on “Him.”
Amon smiled and said without a hint of panic, “Sounds
interesting.”
“Isn’t it? Let’s begin,” Klein replied without hesitation as his
eyes turned darker.
Amon’s smile froze as “His” palms suddenly gathered
together.
Beneath “His” classical black robe, there were also slippery
and sinister tentacles.
“His” aura changed a little as “His” body seemed to have a
dark cloak on it.
At that moment, Amon became more like the Lord of the
Mysteries.
However, “He” wasn’t competing with Klein in the
progression of the awakening of the Lord of the Mysteries.
Instead, “He” was using this to deceive Sefirah Castle to create
a corresponding “Bug” and creating a chance to escape.
If the authority of the Error were to take effect at the same
level, it would often have different preconditions:
First, the medium and target had to be similar enough; second,
there was a certain connection between the two; third, there
were certain logical contradictions between certain matters or
objects; fourth, some of the rules were indeed incomplete;
fifth, while not directly affecting the target, construct an
“Erroneous” environment as a divine kingdom…
In this aspect, the restrictions of “Fooling” were even fewer,
but once an “Error” satisfied the conditions, it would be
difficult to defend against or terminate it.
Amon now wanted to take the initiative to disguise “Himself”
and satisfy the first category.
This was similar to the invasion of a virus. First, it had to
make the other party believe that they were on the same side to
avoid detection and then paralyze any defenses to achieve their
respective goals.
When a fruit looked like a strawberry, smelled like a
strawberry, tasted like a strawberry, then it would basically be
considered as a strawberry.
But in reality, there might be an exception.
At this moment, Amon’s appearance resembled that of the
Lord of the Mysteries. “His” aura was like the Lord of the
Mysteries, and “His” powers were like the Lord of the
Mysteries. “His” mental imprint was also similar to the Lord
of the Mysteries. With the authority of an “Error,” it would
naturally make Sefirah Castle believe that “He” was the Lord
of the Mysteries.
Suddenly, Klein’s damaged The Fool divine kingdom
completely collapsed. The grand and ancient palace and the
mottled table inside appeared.
The grayish-white fog beneath Sefirah Castle rose and
enveloped the space.
The grayish-white fog split into two waves. They clashed
fiercely in a particular spot, producing vortexes one after
another. They tore open a gap that led to reality.
The power of Sefirah Castle was at odds with itself in this
second. It was as though it didn’t know which Lord of the
Mysteries to obey.
Amon’s figure immediately vanished, using Door’s authority
to rush out of Sefirah Castle.
Just as “He” touched the edge, “His” body paused before
being sent flying backward.
At The Fool’s seat, the corners of Klein’s lips curled up as he
sat there. His glabella and the strange door of light around him
became more obvious, as though they were corporeal.
This released an immense convergence force that reached an
unimaginable level. It was like an invisible hand that pulled
Amon back!
Amon’s body suddenly split apart, transforming into countless
“selves.”
And in front of every Amon, an illusory astral door appeared.
Silently, the astral doors opened at the same time, but in the
endless darkness behind the doors, slippery and sinister
tentacles appeared, blocking Amon’s escape.
At the tip of the tentacles, resplendent starlight lit up as they
instantly enveloped the Amons.
The Amons couldn’t help but gather together, turning into a
conceptual cluster.
These concepts included but weren’t limited to pointed hats,
classical black robes, monocles, fate, time, keys, doors, bugs,
and trojan horses.
Klein slowly stood up and smiled at the conceptualized Amon
who was now in a passive state.
“You can also awaken the Lord of the Mysteries’s will further,
but this is different from death. It’ll definitely affect the body
at Adam’s side.”
A conceptualized Amon rapidly gained a physical form. “He”
relied on the “Door” authority to escape from “His” current
state.
The corners of “His” mouth curled into a smile, but “He”
didn’t respond to Klein. “He” seized this opportunity to use
the “Error” authority to deceive; using an avatar outside that
“He” had prepared ahead of time, it could be used to replace
“Him” and swap places with “Him.”
This was similar to the swapping of marionettes in the Seer
domain, but at this level, the principles were different. It
wouldn’t be affected in most situations.
However, Amon still failed.
“He” realized that “His” “Error” authority had been forcefully
suppressed.
As Klein slowly got up, more slippery and sinister tentacles
appeared around him. The smile on his face became more
exaggerated.
Right on the heels of that, Amon’s eyes glazed over and the
smile on his face froze as the crystal monocle lost its luster.
At the same time, the cold, bizarre mask on Klein’s face
squirmed.
The “Blind Stupidity” effect!
In the next second, he “Grafted” himself to a certain concept
in the cosmos, and he used his authority to influence the
corresponding environment.
The surrounding slippery tentacles aimed at Amon, like
revolvers.
In Amon’s eyes that were still glazed over, a supernova
exploded.
An unimaginable sea of scorching light surged out, shattering
“His” monocle and drowning “His” body.
Chapter 1387 - Method

Chapter 1387 Method

Behind the endless curtain of darkness, in the darkness with

aqueous light ebbing gently.
A young man with black hair, black eyes, a broad forehead,
and a thin face suddenly sat up as though he had experienced a
nightmare.
Dressed in a classic black robe, “He” stretched out “His” right
hand, attempting to take out a crystal monocle from the void
and wear it over “His” right eye.
But this time, “He” didn’t obtain anything.
“His” right hand paused in midair for two seconds before “He”
retracted it and pinched the right eye rim.
At this moment, “He” heard a gentle but emotionless voice:
“To him, there’s something more important than life.
“To you, apart from yourself, there’s nothing worth caring
about.
“When the matter develops to a point where one’s life is put
on the line, it would imply your loss.”
The corners of Amon’s mouth curled up as though “He”
wanted to smile and reply, but “He” ultimately didn’t say
anything.
The voice continued:
“Born as a Mythical Creature, your lack of normal anchors is
also a problem.
“This makes you know what courage and sacrifice are, but it’s
hard for you to understand.”
Amon’s expression changed as “He” stood up from the slightly
glistening darkness.
“He” looked at the human-skinned glove that was thrown to
the side before but seemed to be very happy. “He” retracted
“His” gaze and curled the corners of “His” lips.
“This seems very interesting.
“I plan to leave this place and enter the cosmos. That place is
much more exciting than the real world. Perhaps I’ll
understand the two things you mentioned as a result of this.”
“That’s very dangerous. Once you enter the cosmos, and
before I succeed, I won’t be able to provide any help.
However, this will let you avoid ‘Him’ at least,” the calm and
indifferent voice replied without any emotion.
Amon didn’t say another word. “He” raised “His” hand and
pinched “His” right eye rim and vanished from the endless
shadow screen.
…
In the ancient palace above the fog.
As Amon was completely obliterated under the power of a
supernova, Klein couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief.
If he had a choice, he naturally didn’t want to sacrifice himself
to revive the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings. He hoped to personally protect this world and seek
out the meaning of life again.
Of course, if he didn’t have a choice, he wouldn’t hesitate to
awaken the Celestial Worthy. He was certain that he could do
this, and Amon was also aware of this. Therefore, “He” didn’t
force him, and only attempted to escape.
In the battle just now, it had developed into a battle of courage
towards the end. The one who wasn’t afraid of true death
would yield the absolute advantage.
Clearly, Amon wasn’t prepared to sacrifice “Himself” for this
matter.
After heaving a sigh of relief, Klein’s face under the cold and
bizarre mask suddenly grimaced.
Under his translucent dark-colored cloak, the slippery and
sinister tentacles that extended out were either hitting the
ground or rising up high. It was completely out of his control.
He could feel that the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth
for Blessings in his body was rapidly waking up, and it
seemed like he couldn’t stop it.
Even if Klein directly died with his will and relied on the
powers of a Miracle Invoker to revive, he wouldn’t be able to
escape, as the Lord of the Mysteries also wielded the authority
of “Miracles.”
At that moment, Klein recalled the words of Dark Angel
Sasrir, which was also from the ancient sun god:
“The Primordial One had awoken in my body…”
In the next second, at the spot where Amon’s body had
shattered, beams of light were pulled by a vague invisible form
of gravity as they charged towards Klein.
Some were Worms of Time with twelve rings, some were
insects made of resplendent starlight, while some were just
large numbers of light dots…
Klein wanted to stop the Beyonder characteristics from fusing
with him, but the increasingly powerful Celestial Worthy’s
will prevented him from succeeding.
His body swelled into a balloon, and then suddenly became
thin as paper. This repeated itself in an endless loop.
The mask on his face became brighter and more bizarre. The
slippery and evil tentacles that extended out from under his
cloak increased and became more uncontrollable.
One Worm of Time Beyonder characteristic, one Key of Star
Beyonder characteristic, and one… Klein’s mind felt like he
was being devoured by an invisible monster, producing
excruciating pain.
Finally, a pair of eyes, which seemed to be formed from pure
starlight, formed from layers of illusory doors and crystal
monocles, rushed towards Klein’s face, straight for the mask’s
eye sockets.
Almost at the same time, the strange door of light that was
tainted with bluish-blackness appeared on Klein’s body again.
Sefirah Castle!
At that moment, Klein, Sefirah Castle, Door’s Uniqueness,
and Error’s Uniqueness, all had a strong inclination to
congregate.
Once they fused together, the Lord of the Mysteries would
completely awaken and complete “His” resurrection process.
Klein suddenly used his right hand to cover half of his face.
His entire body bent down as if he was fighting with another
“self.”
With the anchoring and image disruption from his anchors,
Klein finally slowed down the awakening of the Lord of the
Mysteries’s will, reducing the power of convergence by a
little.
The starlight eyes and the crystal monocle stopped in front of
Klein’s face, floating only a few centimeters in the air like
planets revolving around the sun.
Klein believed that he couldn’t maintain this extreme
imbalance for too long. Perhaps a few minutes or even dozens
of seconds later, the convergence would continue without
restraint, bringing about an unbearable change.
“Haha, this can be considered a form of fusion.” Klein laughed
in an unstable manner.
Then, he “Fooled” the Trunsoest Brass Book, allowing it to
enter a sealed state and fly into the junk pile.
Right on the heels of that, Klein left Sefirah Castle and arrived
in the astral world formed from symbolism and authority.
This place seemed similar to the cosmos. It was dark and vast,
but in fact, there were many unique aspects to it. For example,
even though there was a sun-like star hanging in the distance,
emitting normal light and heat, if one tried to get close to it,
without getting injured, one would realize that the astral world
there was like a black curtain. The sun was directly painted
with pastel colors, and there were a bunch of concepts and
symbols surrounding it.
Furthermore, the drawing of the sun wasn’t that nice, like a
child without any foundation in art casually scrawled about. It
was both comical and frightening.
From another perspective, this might be a manifestation of the
chaos and madness that underlay everything.
As soon as Klein entered, he immediately sensed invisible
gazes.
Some of them came from areas protected by the world barrier,
while others came from broader areas with obvious malice.
The corners of Klein’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up. He
suddenly turned his head and looked outside the world barrier,
raising his slippery and sinister tentacles.
This pair of eyes that seemed forged from starlight and the
crystal monocle also moved.
All of a sudden, all the attention from the cosmos shrank back.
Only the hand-drawn crimson moon was left hanging there as
it flashed with light.
“Haha.” Klein laughed as he came to a dark kingdom filled
with night vanilla and slumber flowers.
At the same time, the Evernight Goddess appeared at the
borders of the divine kingdom in a layered, star-speckled
dress. “Her” face was covered in a translucent black veil.
“She” didn’t transform into “Her” giant form as “She” looked
at him at eye level before raising “Her” right hand and
revealing the bird-shaped, golden accessory.
At the head of the bird-shaped, golden accessory, a series of
illusory doors appeared in the bronze-like eyes, allowing a
drop of colorless water that had a strong aura of eternal
stillness to land on Klein’s cold and bizarre mask.
The will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for
Blessings entered a state of eternal slumber. Likewise for a
majority of Klein’s consciousness. All he had was a tiny bit of
lucidity.
Under such circumstances, he made the mask retract, and he
transformed the cloak into a black windbreaker.
Then, he made the crystal monocle turn into a pair of black
gloves, making the eyes forged from starlight to turn into a
cane inlaid with star speckles.
This was only a change in appearance, but it didn’t change
anything in reality. Once the two items were separated from
Klein, they would return to their original state. Of course, if
Klein stabilized himself, he could accommodate them and
change their corresponding concepts and symbols over and
over again, allowing them to change their forms forever.
“This can’t be sustained for too long. It just delays the matter
for a while.” The Evernight Goddess gently reminded him. “If
the River of Eternal Darkness’s water is used repeatedly, the
Lord of the Mysteries will awaken even faster. This is because
‘He’ will trigger some unknown changes and adjust ‘His’
condition. Similarly, the specialness of Sefirah Castle and my
blessing will gradually be erased, allowing you to enter a state
of eternal slumber.”
It was as though Klein wasn’t discussing his own matters. He
smiled and nodded.
“Got it.”
The Evernight Goddess said in a tone that seemed to be
comforting Klein’s psyche,
“Regarding this matter, the method Amon used, and the
actions ‘He’ did had exceeded my expectations. ‘He’ is indeed
the true God of Deceit.
“It’s not that you have no chance at all in what comes next.
You can first try to completely control Sefirah Castle and pull
the will of the Lord of the Mysteries to enter a state of eternal
slumber. In the dream, you can resist and fuse with ‘Him.’ I
can bless you, but the most important thing is still left to you.
“Becoming a Great Old One doesn’t have any rituals involved.
No ritual can change the awakening of the Primordial One’s
will, but the ancient sun god believes that the order to
accommodate them can increase one’s self-awareness to a
certain extent, increasing the success rate of the matter.
“First become a Sequence 0 of a pathway, then control and
fuse with the sefirah. Only then do you accommodate the other
Uniquenesses. That’s the best order.
“Become a dual-pathway true god and then controlling and
fusing with a sefirah is an order that isn’t good or bad.
“Only fusing with the sefirah at the final step will be the worst
choice.”
Klein smiled and said, “That’s a good idea. As long as one
wakes up, a Lord of the Mysteries will be born.
“This might be ‘Him,’ or me. Yes, after completely controlling
Sefirah Castle and entering a state of eternal slumber, I should
be able to weaken the seal of the Western Continent, creating a
weak spot that allows one to enter and exit.”
The Evernight Goddess didn’t say a word when “She” heard
Klein’s words.
Klein continued smiling.
“This is my choice.
“I had anticipated this day a long time ago. I will finally face
‘Him.’”
Chapter 1388 - A Sudden Gathering

Chapter 1388 A Sudden Gathering

The Evernight Goddess nodded and didn’t say anything else.

“She” reached out “Her” palm and grabbed a corner of the
void and tugged lightly.
A thin layer of a “night curtain” gently floated down, covering
Klein’s body as it silently seeped in.
Klein silently took in the blessings from the dream for two
seconds. He pressed his hand to his chest and bowed.
He took two steps back and left the astral world.
The Evernight Goddess stood at the borders of the divine
kingdom as “She” watched him leave.
In the next second, Klein landed in the projection of the Giant
King’s Court in the ruins of the battle of gods.
Then, like Amon, he walked to the edge of the grayish-blue
door and raised his hand to create a blue illusory door.
Through the door, Klein entered the Forsaken Land of the
Gods. Following the guidance of fate, he “Wandered” straight
to the peak of a mountain range.
There was a huge crucifix erected there, one covered with a
faint shadow.
Klein stared at the shadow for a few seconds before sighing
slightly. He bent down and picked up an ancient silver mirror
that was placed near the huge cross.
Then, he turned around and vanished from the Forsaken Land
of the Gods.
At the same time, the Worms of Spirit, who didn’t need to be
on duty in Sefirah Castle, informed him of Queen Mystic’s
current location. Klein raised his hand and took out the Magic
Wishing Lamp from the junk pile. Using the ownership
connection between it and Bernadette, he used another
“Wandering” to appear on a rather hidden island where
Emerald City was.
Bernadette was flipping through the latest album catalog from
Intis. Just as she sensed something, she saw Gehrman Sparrow
hand her the Magic Wishing Lamp.
“Thank you,” Klein said in a very normal voice.
Bernadette pursed her lips as though she wanted to say
something, but at that moment, her eyes flashed as though she
had seen something and prophesied something. Hence, she
silently reached out and took the Magic Wishing Lamp.
Klein then took out a metal cigar case that had signs of
corrosion on its surface.
“This is your payment.”
Even without the Eye of Mystery Prying, Bernadette could
sense that the iron cigar case was extraordinary. She could
roughly guess what kind of corrosion had happened to it.
However, she didn’t choose to accept it because of that reason,
but she suddenly felt that she had no reason to reject it.
She hesitated for a moment before taking the iron cigar case.
If he was still in a rather crazy state like before, Klein
definitely would’ve smiled and said in an exaggerated manner
the moment Bernadette hesitated. “This is a gift from Uncle.
Take it!”
But now, he was only left with that last bit of lucidity. He had
to put in a lot of effort to prevent himself from falling asleep
and not having the impulse to act like a clown.
After leaving Bernadette’s Emerald City, Klein seized the
opportunity to “Wander” to Backlund, to Dr. Aaron Ceres’s
home.
Will Auceptin, who was sitting in a pile of toys, raised his
head and looked at Dwayne Dantès in front of him. His tears
suddenly streamed down as he choked.
“I finally feel the opportunity.”
“He” was referring to the opportunity for accommodating the
Fate pathway’s Uniqueness.
Klein squatted down and said without any expression, “I am
here to help you accommodate it.
“I’ll steal your childhood and youth and allow you to instantly
grow up. Then, by relying on a level of Above the Sequences
but below that of a Great Old One, I’ll forcefully help you to
accommodate the Die of Probability.
“Of course, that alone won’t be enough. It will require an
additional ‘Fooling’ and use of a ‘Bug.’”
The tears that Will Auceptin dripped down suddenly stopped.
“He” muttered in astonishment, “So the two choices are
actually the same.”
Typically speaking, the accommodation of a pathway’s
Uniqueness required one to be naturally born with it, seek an
existence at the level of a Great Old One to help, or rely on a
simplified advancement ritual to complete it. There was no
other possibility.
The Snake of Fate, Will Auceptin, clearly wasn’t born with the
Uniqueness, and only had the two options left to consider.
“His” focus had been on holding a simplified ritual, which was
to wait for the opportunity of fate. Who knew that this
opportunity was actually when Klein was approaching the
level of a Great Old One. In essence, it was the second
method.
With this in mind, the chubby child, Will Auceptin, cried even
harder. He felt as though he had been deceived by fate.
“Let the Life School of Thought’s demigod send over the Die
of Probability. Normally, with your luck, the Die of
Probability should be by your side.” Klein ignored Will’s
crying. “Let’s begin as soon as possible. I don’t have much
time left.”
Will stopped and looked at Klein for a moment before he said,
slightly choking, “Forget it, let’s wait for the next opportunity.
“Given your current state, it would be a huge burden for you to
forcibly help me accommodate it. Perhaps you would lose
control on the spot. I don’t want to face the Lord of the
Mysteries.
“Okay, next time. I have a premonition…”
With that said, Will looked into Klein’s eyes and said, “I have
a feeling that the next opportunity will be better.”
Klein maintained his reverie-like expression as he said in a
low voice, “Is this a prophecy?”
Will Auceptin’s tears flowed again.
“No, it’s a blessing.”
Klein nodded slightly, stood up, and took a step back.
During this process, his figure gradually faded away and soon
disappeared.
He returned to Sefirah Castle and sat on the high-back chair,
allowing the grayish-white fog to envelop him.
After surveying the area and confirming the states of the
crimson stars, Klein leaned back in his chair in exhaustion and
slightly raised his right hand.
This time, he didn’t create the fake World again.
On the two sides of the long mottled table, crimson beams of
light shot out at the same time, freezing into the members of
the Tarot Club—The Hanged Man, The Sun, The Hermit, The
Magician, and the rest.
This sudden gathering was clearly beyond Audrey’s and
company’s expectations. It left them surprised and alarmed.
Before that, although they had come to Mr. Fool’s divine
kingdom on occasions that weren’t a Monday afternoon, it was
all planned. They knew in advance that they would be dragged
here—they would’ve either applied for a mini gathering in
advance, avoid the full moon ravings, or treat Mr. World with
psychological problems.
It could be said that, apart from the first time, this was the
second time they were summoned by Mr. Fool without any
warning.
This made even the slowest members of the club catch the hint
of uneasiness and feel the air freeze.
Thinking back to The World Gehrman Sparrow’s visit and the
words of Mr. Fool’s Blessed, Audrey, Alger, and Xio
simultaneously had similar thoughts:
Is it finally here?
Audrey subconsciously turned her head and looked down at
the bottom end of the long mottled table. There was no one
there.
Although she was already mentally prepared, Audrey couldn’t
help but be stunned as emotions of uncontrollable sadness
surged within her.
In her heart, The World Gehrman Sparrow’s image had long
since turned from a crazy adventurer and an extremely
dangerous Beyonder to a person who wore a cold and tough
facade but was a gentle, powerful, loving, mysterious, and
lonely man who was burdened with many friends on his back.
She believed that amongst the Tarot Club members, she knew
The World the best apart from Mr. Star.
And now, this friend seemed to have encountered some
misfortune, leaving behind only an empty seat.
The Tarot Club lost its first official member.
Where did Klein go… Leonard suddenly felt a little flustered.
In this world, he was the only one he could befriend.
Previously, when Klein suddenly appeared in the Southern
Continent and threw the gold coin into the cathedral’s donation
box, Leonard had already had a strange premonition. He had
the feeling that Klein was about to receive the judgment of fate
and was bidding farewell to the past.
This was the same as the time back in Tingen when they
decided to step out together and face Megose.
Old Man’s recent silence has been a little bizarre… Could
something really have happened to Klein? With Mr. Fool’s
level and status, as long as there’s a chance, he should be able
to be saved… Leonard’s heart tightened as he suddenly turned
his body and cast his gaze at Mr. Fool at the top end of the
long mottled table.
This mighty existence was still enveloped by the grayish-white
fog, preventing others from seeing “His” condition.
At this moment, Emlyn, Cattleya, and Derrick also discovered
Mr. World’s absence.
Coupled with the suddenness of this gathering, they were both
shocked and puzzled. They didn’t know what had happened,
but their instincts told them that it wasn’t a good thing.
As a Clairvoyant who had recently advanced, Cattleya even
felt that there was a certain problem with Mr. Fool.
Mr. World isn’t here… Xio had previously mentioned that Mr.
Fool and “His” few Blessed were about to face a major
challenge, and it’s very likely that they would suffer a bad
fate… Fors was also somewhat alarmed, inevitably having a
strong fear due to some unknown change.
She had once thought that she would sigh in relief because of
Mr. World’s disappearance, but from the looks of it, it wasn’t
like that. Instead, she found her heart heavy and a little
horrified.
Only then did she realize that at some point in time, The World
had become the pillar of support for the Tarot Club outside of
Mr. Fool. It made everyone feel at ease when they saw him.
Of course, some fear was unavoidable.
As Justice Audrey and company turned around and looked at
the top end of the long mottled table, Klein, who was already
the real Fool, said in a low voice, “This is a last-minute
gathering.”
Mr. Fool is very exhausted… Audrey, who sensed this, felt her
heart tighten.
She looked around and stood up as usual.
After the members of the Tarot Club stood up one after
another, Audrey lifted the ends of her skirt with a heavy heart
and curtsied at the end of the long mottled table.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.”
Chapter 1389 - The Fool“s Commission

Chapter 1389 The Fool“s Commission

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.”

The other members of the Tarot Club appeared rather solemn
as they followed Miss Justice’s usual greeting.
After they sat down again, The Fool Klein surveyed the area
and slowly said, “I will be entering a state of slumber.”
Upon hearing this, Alger, Audrey, Xio, and Fors felt like their
speculations had finally been confirmed. Leonard, Emlyn,
Derrick, and the other Tarot Club members felt their hearts
sink as they became increasingly flustered and filled with
puzzlement.
Of course, they weren’t that surprised. The abnormal last-
minute gathering and the abnormality of The World’s absence
seemed to indicate that something important had happened
today.
Klein maintained his last bit of clarity and said in his previous
tone, “This involves a war that’s at the level of ‘Above the
Sequences.’ It has something to do with the apocalypse to a
certain extent.”
Indeed… Alger acutely caught the words “Above the
Sequences.”
He had long suspected that there was another level above
Sequence 0: the one occupied by the ancient sun god when
“He” had eight Kings of Angels.
Now, Mr. Fool had finally confirmed his guess and resolved
many of his doubts.
Cattleya and company also noticed the hidden message in Mr.
Fool’s words. Those who had similar guesses like The Hanged
Man felt enlightened, while the ones who had never had such
guesses were inevitably surprised and confused when they
heard it. However, they quickly combined what they had
learned from the past and came to a realization.
The Fool Klein continued, “Only after you become an angel
do you have the right to know the exact situation. Otherwise,
just understanding it will bring corruption.”
This made the Tarot Club members think of the words
“underground” and “cosmos.” They were momentarily unable
to contain their thoughts.
Klein looked at the end of the long mottled table and said,
“My Blessed, The World, has entered a deep slumber. It’s
unknown when he will wake up.”
Then what should be done? Leonard nearly blurted out, but he
could clearly sense that Mr. Fool hadn’t finished his sentence.
Therefore, he forcefully held back his urge.
The Fool Klein swept his gaze across him.
“Next is a long-term commission for all members:
“Spread my name more widely, but don’t clash with the
orthodox Churches. When necessary, you can choose to use a
more concealed method to proselytize.
“This will aid in my awakening.
“Also, spread the news of The World being my Blessed, and
record it in the Church’s Holy Bible. Of course, do not include
information that involves his personal information.
“Remember one sentence: The awakening of The World spells
The Fool’s return.”
Klein wanted to increase his number of anchors. This might be
useful in the battle with the Lord of the Mysteries in his
dream.
At the same time, he wanted to mold The World into a saint of
the Church of The Fool, an angel beside the divine throne, so
that this image could also greatly share an image with the
believers and obtain his own anchors.
To put it simply, Klein planned on having a believer contribute
two sets of anchors. After all, to him, be it The Fool or The
World, all of them were just an identity of his. Furthermore,
the image created by anchors wouldn’t be uniform. They were
different and wouldn’t affect him.
At the level of The Fool, the Church would spread the name of
the deity, The Fool’s Sacred Emblem, and all kinds of
religious teachings without any concrete images. As for The
World, he had quite a number of identities, such as Gehrman
Sparrow, Dwayne Dantès, and Merlin Hermes. It wouldn’t
fixate on a single image.
“The reward is the convenience you have enjoyed in the past,
the responses you received, and the corresponding help given
to your future prayers,” The Fool Klein said without a change
in tone. “After I begin my slumber, I can still respond to my
prayers in a certain way, but not every time. If there’s
something very important that needs help, pray a few more
times.”
He could tell from Antigonus’s state of eternal slumber, that
dreams could be projected outside. As long as the correct
method was used, a sleeping deity could make use of the
dream to a certain extent to respond to prayers.
Regarding this situation, the members of the Tarot Club
weren’t stumped by it at all.
On the one hand, most of them were either openly or secretly
spreading the faith of The Fool. On the other hand, it was very
common to pray to deities without receiving a response. Mr.
Fool’s responses from before were considered extremely rare.
They had almost never heard of anything like this happening
elsewhere.
To be able to receive a response through repeated prayers on
important matters was better than most of the clergymen of the
orthodox Churches!
“Yes, Mr. Fool.” The Tarot Club members didn’t hesitate at all
as they accepted the long-term commission.
Among them, Leonard was the one that answered from the
bottom of his heart. He was most eager and impatient.
To him, spreading the faith and biblical canon of Mr. Fool was
to awaken Klein.
This made him instantly find the motivation to do something
else other than his usual work.
At this moment, The Fool Klein nodded slightly and cast his
gaze at Cattleya.
“The previous commission—to gather all the information
regarding the Hidden Sage suddenly coming to life—is still
effective.
“If you wish to take the risk, then go further and investigate
the present state of the Hidden Sage.
“This will be very dangerous. You can reject it, and the reward
is a wish.”
Cattleya thought for a moment and said, “Honorable Mr. Fool,
is this related to awakening you? Is it related to surviving the
apocalypse?”
“Perhaps, perhaps not. I can’t give you a definite answer right
now. I just see some visions.” This time, Klein didn’t
deliberately create a high-level persona of The Fool, because
he was already The Fool. “Also, watch over all your
subordinates that are Beyonders of the Earth and Moon
pathway.”
Cattleya fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, “I’ll
accept this commission.”
The Fool Klein cast his gaze to the other side and said to
Derrick, “Your mission is to protect the New City of Silver
and New Moon City and protect the Rorsted Archipelago. The
more believers I have and the safer they are, the higher the
chances of me waking up.
“On this foundation, think about how to expand the Church
and spread the faith.
“Your payment is to become my Blessed.”
Derrick’s eyes suddenly burned as he recalled the encouraging
gaze he had received from the Chief when he pushed open the
final door of the Giant King’s Court.
He took a deep breath and said in a firm tone, “Yes, Mr. Fool!”
Klein nodded and looked at Fors.
“You need to protect the Abraham family well to prevent them
from suffering the temptation of the cosmos.
“Also, gather more information regarding the Fourth Epoch
and figure out Mr. Door’s condition at that time. Uncover
some of the latent problems of the Abraham family.”
“That’s something I wish to do.” Fors hesitated for a moment,
but she still expressed that she would do such things even if
she wasn’t given the commission.
The Fool Klein didn’t give his approval or disapproval.
Instead, he said, “If you’re willing, you can write down
biographies and stories of The World’s different identities
using different aliases.
“The reward for above is that when you have a chance of
becoming a Planeswalker and have to head to the cosmos, you
will receive my blessings.”
Although Klein knew that he could use a dream to give a
response to a certain extent in his sleep, he wasn’t sure if he
was the one who had the upper hand or the Lord of the
Mysteries. Therefore, he wished to use verbal contracts of
providing a reward after the completion of a mission on more
important matters. When the time came, even if he was at a
disadvantage, he would be able to make use of this sort of
invisible promise to give an ingenious response.
Planeswalker? Fors was taken aback.
To be frank, she had never considered this problem before.
What she was worried about was the digestion of the Secrets
Sorcerer potion and the Wanderer ritual.
Soon, she composed herself and said, “Yes, Mr. Fool.”
Klein then cast his gaze at Emlyn.
“The besiegement of the Rose School of Thought involves
preparations for the apocalypse. It’s rather dangerous. Even if
an angel is participating in it, you have to pay attention to your
own safety.
“Your commission is to try your best to gather blessings,
auras, and items given by the Primordial Moon to ‘Her’
believers in the Rose School of Thought. These might be more
dangerous than a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact.”
At that moment, although Klein still maintained The Fool’s
tone, there were hints that resembled a friend’s warning.
This made Audrey, who had stabilized her initial mental state,
sense something different.
Recalling what Mr. Fool had said to the other members, she
sighed inwardly.
Mr. Fool’s humanity seems to have become richer just as “He”
is about to enter a deep sleep…
While Emlyn was slightly surprised and puzzled, Klein
continued, “Apart from participating in the besieging of the
Rose School of Thought’s mission, I hope that you can form a
pharmaceutical company and perform research on how to
mass-produce the medicine with magical effects.”
“If it’s mass-produced, there’s no way the products can be
equipped with a magical effect,” Emlyn replied instinctively.
The Fool Klein nodded.
“Seek out a compromise.
“Your main goal is to spread my name through this
pharmaceutical company.
“The reward will also be a wish.”
This isn’t a matter of danger, but whether it’s possible… The
simplest solution is to give me a thousand Apothecary potions.
I can form an Apothecary factory for mass production…
Emlyn mumbled inwardly before replying seriously, “Yes, Mr.
Fool.”
Klein looked to the other side and said to Xio, “The
apocalypse is approaching. Be it the Red Priest or the
Demoness pathways, they will become active. Your mission is
to rely on the official factions to investigate the whereabouts
of the three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics and the
Uniqueness of the Red Priest pathway. If there’s a chance, find
a clue to confirm the Primordial Demoness’s present
condition. It’s very dangerous.”
Klein didn’t mention the payment, because he had already paid
for it.
Xio had her wish fulfilled by holding a ritual and becoming a
Sequence 4 Imperative Mage.
As for the three Sequence 1 Conqueror Beyonder
characteristics of the Red Priest pathway, Klein had previously
learned that one was in the hands of the Sauron family—the
former Intis royal family—the other in the hands of the
Feysac’s Einhorn royal family, and the other was in the hands
of the Loen’s Augustus royal family. Later, as a reward, it was
given to the Demoness Sect.
Of course, this was only a preliminary answer. The
corresponding situation could very well have changed:
The Sauron family had already been in decline since Roselle’s
era. It might not necessarily be able to keep the Conqueror’s
Beyonder characteristic or corresponding Sealed Artifact
under its control. Klein even suspected that it might have been
obtained by the Iron and Blood Cross Order;
The failure of the war had significantly damaged the Einhorn
family. Klein didn’t rule out the possibility of the death of a
high-level angel or the loss of a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
The location of the Conqueror Beyonder characteristic that the
Augustus family gave to the Demoness Sect was currently the
clearest. However, Klein knew that the Red Angel evil spirit,
Sauron Einhorn Medici, had been eyeing it all this time.
Perhaps “He” had succeeded, or perhaps “He” was carrying
out whatever plans “He” had.
There were no clues to the corresponding Red Priest
Uniqueness at the moment. The last time the mysterious world
knew of it was at the end of the Fourth Epoch, during the Pale
Disaster.
Chapter 1390 - Questions and Answers

Chapter 1390 Questions and Answers

Xio had always been looking forward and uneasy as to what

her mission was.
She looked forward to it because she had already chosen to
accept Mr. Fool’s gift, so she definitely had to pay the
corresponding price. Knowing the mission earlier allowed her
to prevent unnecessary second-guessing due to the unknown,
guesses that only led to greater fear.
She was uneasy because she knew that the remuneration she
received was too generous. She believed that the final mission
wouldn’t be simple and would definitely be filled with danger.
At that moment, after hearing Mr. Fool’s words, her heart
finally settled. At the same time, she secretly heaved a sigh of
relief.
Investigating the three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics
and the Uniqueness of the Red Priest pathway and their
locations, and even confirming the present state of the
Primordial Demoness was indeed very dangerous. It was a
mission that would result in a terrifying corruption if she
wasn’t careful, but it was at least better than snatching the
Uniqueness and Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics or
directly facing the Primordial Demoness.
If it were the latter, even with the official factions supporting
her, Xio didn’t think that she could accomplish it. All she
could do was write a will, ready to sacrifice herself at any
moment. And if it was just the former, she could use a more
roundabout method to obtain the information. She didn’t need
to encounter powerful existences with high statuses. As a
Sequence 4 demigod, Xio was confident.
Without any hesitation, she immediately replied, “Yes, Mr.
Fool.”
The Fool Klein had planned on looking to the other side. After
some consideration, he added, “Be careful of Bansy.”
Without waiting for the Tarot Club members to start making
connections, Klein said to Leonard, “Your mission is similar to
The Moon’s. During the besiegement of the Rose School of
Thought, gather blessings, auras, and items from the Mother
Tree of Desire from their members. It’s equally dangerous.”
He only gave a single warning, without saying as much as he
did like when he gave Emlyn the mission.
This was because Leonard had a senior angel from the
Marauder pathway “Parasitizing” him. “He” knew many
secrets and knew how dangerous the Outer Deities were. “He”
wouldn’t allow Leonard to act recklessly.
Seeing that Leonard was about to nod, The Fool Klein
maintained his tone and continued, “You don’t have to do too
much in promoting my name. You can even choose not to do
it.”
As one of the twenty-two high-ranking members of the Church
of Evernight, as one of the few high-ranking deacons of the
Nighthawks, it was very easy for something to happen if
Leonard spread the faith of The Fool in private. He would be
misunderstood by his colleagues and cause unnecessary
conflicts.
Miraculously, to Klein, The Moon Emlyn’s actions didn’t
seem to be misunderstood in the same way. To the people and
Sanguine around him, anything he did wasn’t too strange.
That’s right… Leonard had already recovered from his
previous eagerness and realized the cruelty of reality.
However, he still wanted to do something.
At this moment, The Fool Klein added, “You can share the
stories of The World with songs and poetry.”
Songs and poetry… Leonard instinctively frowned. He didn’t
immediately respond to Mr. Fool.
Klein then said, “Other than that, try your best to raise your
own level to prepare for the apocalypse.
“The reward for all the missions is a wish.”
Although many Beyonder characteristics had fallen into the
real world when the God of Combat died, bringing with them
a batch of Beyonder creatures, mutated monsters, and
abnormal lands, Klein didn’t know how many Sequence 1
Beyonder characteristics the Evernight Goddess had obtained
from the Warrior pathway other than the Uniqueness, but at
the very least, a number of the Sequence 2 angels of the
Church of Evernight had the possibility of becoming a
Sequence 1 angel.
At the same time, if “They” had obtained additional Beyonder
characteristics, “They” could still switch to the corresponding
Sequence of the Death pathway.
This would open a path for the saints to advance, not limiting
them to just one pathway.
Of course, not every Sequence 3 saint wished to become an
angel, but Leonard was currently only a Sequence 4
Nightwatcher. Furthermore, if the corresponding Sequence 3
Horror Bishop position was limited, he could consider Silver
Knight and Ferryman—Klein had one set of the former.
Leonard fell silent for two seconds before he slowly exhaled.
“Yes, Mr. Fool.”
The Fool Klein immediately cast his gaze at Miss Justice who
had been waiting.
“Apart from promoting my name, you have two missions: One
is to assist Judgment and investigate the whereabouts of the
Red Priest pathway’s Uniqueness and Sequence 1 Beyonder
characteristics, confirming the present state of the Primordial
Demoness. The other is to work hard to raise your level.”
One of the missions is to increase my Sequence… Audrey was
somewhat puzzled about this mission.
In her opinion, this seemed to be telling an ordinary person:
Your mission is to earn even more money.
Furthermore, this isn’t of any value to Mr. Fool. Could it be
that he wants me to treat Mr. World? Just as this thought
flashed across Audrey’s mind, The Fool Klein added, “The
higher your Sequence, the more opportunities you have to
awaken The World.
“In this aspect, you can make use of external forces to help.
The Psychology Alchemists that Hermes rebuilds will be one
of the choices, but you need to be careful and take precautions.
“You have to pay a certain price for this.
“You can give up the reward you received before. This
depends on your will and thoughts.”
Audrey no longer had any doubts. After a moment of silence,
she nodded solemnly.
“Yes, Mr. Fool.”
Klein’s gaze landed on Alger.
“You will know what your mission is in time to come.”
Klein had already foreseen the corresponding scene.
Without waiting for Alger to speak, he continued, “You can
bring the Sea God Scepter, but during this period of time, all
the prayers of the Sea God believers will be transferred to The
Sun, directly pointing at me.”
Although Alger still couldn’t accurately guess what his
mission was, he already had a vague premonition. After a
moment of thought, he replied in an upright manner, “Yes, Mr.
Fool.”
Klein retracted his gaze and looked around before slowly
saying, “After this, on the first Monday afternoon of every
month, you can still gather here, but there will be no convener.
“If you need to do a private, mini discussion, pray in advance
and wait for a response.”
At this point, The Fool Klein closed his eyes and said, “Let us
end today’s gathering here.”
The Tarot Club members couldn’t help but feel a baffling
sense of sorrow. It was as though a grand ball was coming to
an end.
They stood up at the same time and solemnly bowed towards
the end of the long, mottled table.
“Your will is our will.”
Klein waited until they finished speaking before he dispelled
his control of them. He watched as the crimson starlight
scattered and quickly fell.
After staring at the scene for a few seconds, he conjured a
yellowish parchment and a dark red fountain pen.
After some thought, Klein simply wrote:
“Dear Mr. Azik,
“Due to some complicated reasons, I might be sleeping for a
long time. I’m sorry, but I might not be able to write a letter to
you for a long time…”
With just that sentence, Klein stopped and made the pen
disappear.
Although he had conjured that piece of paper, with his current
status, level, and strength, he could sustain it for more than a
hundred years—even if it was brought to the outside world.
He closed his eyes again, summoned Azik’s copper whistle,
and blew it.
At the same time, he released some of the restrictions that
came from Sefirah Castle.
The skeleton messenger appeared, and every bone in its body
trembled intensely as if it would collapse at any moment.
If not for the letter that Klein had handed over, it might’ve
prostrated itself.
After the skeleton messenger received the letter and left
Sefirah Castle in a hurry, Klein rubbed his temples.
This wasn’t because the will of the Celestial Worthy had
already escaped from “His” state of eternal slumber, nor was it
because of the pain from maintaining his lucidity; it was just a
habit.
Klein slowly leaned back into his chair and sighed.
On both sides of the long, mottled table, Justice Audrey, The
Hanged Man Alger, The Sun Derrick, The Magician Fors, The
Moon Emlyn, The Hermit Cattleya, The Star Leonard, and
Judgment Xio appeared in the order they joined the Tarot
Club.
But this time, they weren’t real. They were only projections.
They no longer appeared blurry, revealing their images from
Klein’s memory.
Soon after, more figures appeared. They were:
A mature man with a receding hairline with deep eyes; a
beautiful witch with blue eyeshadow and red blush; a middle-
aged man with black hair mixed with silver hair, his voice
unusually loud and sonorous; a woman in her late forties with
ear-length short-hair; a youth that gamed on his phone while
eating delicacies; a happy young lady who kept giggling; a
civil servant who looked old than his age with a high hairline;
a young girl dressed in an old-fashioned skirt who focused on
machinery; a doll-like lady with a pale face; a teacher with soft
facial features and bronze skin; a child licking on ice cream; a
madam holding four heads; and an elder looking all serious at
a bill…
They either sat or stood, gathering beside the people they
knew. In the flickering candlelight on the long table, they
discussed different things, followed the music, and danced.
Klein silently watched the lively scene as his expression
gradually softened.
After an unknown period of time, he stood up, passed through
them, and walked into the depths of this space.
Behind him, the figures, the candlelight, and the music faded
away and disappeared.
When he saw the strange door of light above the grayish-white
cloud, Klein beckoned for the magic mirror, Arrodes.
At that moment, the transparent or opaque worms and insects
that clustered together to form spherical lights in the strange
door of light turned bluish-black.
It was like a thick layer of fog that made one unable to see
what was behind the door.
After Klein arrived, he didn’t immediately enter. He felt as
though there was an extremely terrifying monster behind the
door, waiting to devour him.
He raised his head and looked at the transparent cocoons
hanging above the door of light. He looked at the “modern”
humans with different skin colors inside the cocoons.
Closing his eyes to sense them, Klein raised his right hand and
closed his five fingers.
The cocoons cracked open as the people inside transformed
into specks of light. They flew out of Sefirah Castle and
landed in the real world, into the bodies of those who had just
died.
After doing this, Klein lowered his head and looked at the
magic mirror in his hand.
“Are you scared?”
The aqueous light on the surface of the ancient silver mirror
swirled and the pale words outlined itself:
“No.”
In the next second, Arrodes raised his own question according
to the rules:
“Great Master, are you afraid?”
The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched.
“Yes.”
With that said, he took a step forward with the magic mirror in
hand and walked towards the bluish-black fog in the middle of
the strange door of light, passing through it.
His figure disappeared behind the door that had the unknown
hidden behind.
The cracked “cocoons” were still gently swaying.
Chapter 1391 - Facing I

Chapter 1391 Facing I

In the dark blue waves that seemed to never stop in the

Berserk Sea, the Future was like a leaf, being thrown high up
at times and smacking down at other times.
In these waters, there were still some pirate ships that were
cruising. They were used to such situations and felt that it was
as natural as the sun rising.
After Cattleya returned to the real world, she pondered for a
moment before spreading open a piece of paper and writing.
She wanted to ask the Queen what happened recently.
In fact, before Mr. Fool announced that “He” would enter deep
sleep, Cattleya had already sensed the impending monumental
change.
Whether it was the sudden closing of the doors or the meteor
shower streaking across the sky to illuminate the world, it gave
her some inspiration as a Clairvoyant, allowing her to see
some blurry visions.
Of course, she was limited by her own level, position, and
status. She didn’t have enough knowledge of what had
happened, and she was unable to grasp what exactly had
caused Mr. Fool to choose to sleep. All she could do was ask
Queen Mystic Bernadette, who had long advanced to the level
of an angel and led a mysterious organization while being in
control of many powerful Sealed Artifacts.
Just as Cattleya summoned the messenger and took out the
letter she had written, she was taken aback.
At that moment, a purple light was accentuated in her eyes. It
became extremely saturated and slowly flowed like a river.
She felt that Mr. Fool had entered a deep sleep.
Unconcealable hesitation, confusion, and sadness arose in the
Admiral of Stars’ heart.
For some reason, she felt an inexplicable palpitation, and two
drops of tears unknowingly slid down her face.
She seemed to understand something, yet nothing. She only
knew that it was unknown how much time it would take for
Mr. Fool to wake up from “His” slumber.
Taking off the heavy glasses on her nose bridge, Cattleya
wiped the corners of her eyes, allowing her emotions to return
to normal.
She walked to the window and looked at the deck.
Frank Lee warmly invited the crew to taste his newly brewed
beer, but none of the pirates dared to try it.
Thankfully, I sent Cielf to the Queen ahead of time. Now, all I
need to do is watch over Frank… Without Mr. Fool’s watch, I
have to be more careful and pay more attention to him. Yes, I
have to find something for Frank to do other than research.
He’s a first mate, so he can’t always be working on something
else… Cattleya thought with a heavy expression.
After considering how to deal with Frank, as well as how to
reorganize the small number of pirates from the Earth and
Moon pathway onto other ships, and not frequently interact
with Frank, Cattleya focused her focus on the Hidden Sage.
Although she was already one of the ten pillars of the Moses
Ascetic Order, due to her background and the influence of the
Hidden Sage, she had never received the trust of the president
and the other higher-ups. She could only be an ostracized
person who teetered on the periphery of the organization who
had her own circle and respective faction.
From a certain perspective, her relationship with the Moses
Ascetic Order was closer to that of a partner. On the one hand,
she needed a faction and a powerhouse to project her will over
the Five Seas. On the other hand, she yearned to obtain
corresponding knowledge and materials.
And to obtain the information regarding the Hidden Sage that
represented a deity suddenly coming to life and confirming
“His” current state would necessarily require her to become a
core member of the Moses Ascetic Order.
With my present identity, there’s no problem with me
participating in the internal decisions of the Moses Ascetic
Order. Only by truly participating in these will I be able to
come into contact with more information and elevate my own
status… However, this will be rather dangerous. Even if the
Hidden Sage’s condition isn’t right, and doesn’t interfere with
the Moses Ascetic Order’s operations, the other higher-ups
will also be subjected to the infringement of interests and be in
constant suspicion. They will counterattack to a certain
degree… There are at least two of the ten pillars that I can’t
see through, making me instinctively feel danger…
And confirming the state of the Hidden Sage will be even
more dangerous. If anything goes wrong, I’ll immediately be
corrupted and eroded by “Him”… The more Cattleya thought
about it, the more she felt that the mission given by Mr. Fool
was difficult.
She had always been teetering at the periphery of the Moses
Ascetic Order with her identity as a pirate. In fact, she had her
worries about this matter. She was afraid that if she went too
deep into the organization’s internal affairs, it would expose
the fact that she was still in contact with Queen Mystic. She
was afraid that the other ten pillars would one day suddenly
point her out as a spy and eliminate her on the spot.
At that moment, Cattleya even wanted to abandon Mr. Fool’s
mission and identity as one of the ten pillars of the Moses
Ascetic Order. She wished to return to the Dawn and returned
to the Queen’s side.
That way, she wouldn’t need to worry about this matter
anymore—if there were any problems, the Queen would be
able to stop them.
Ever since she left the Dawn, she had to shoulder everything
by herself. Cattleya had always felt exhausted as her shoulders
remained heavy.
However, this thought was quickly given up by Cattleya.
She sighed softly. She understood that she would never be able
to return to the time when she was a little girl without worries.
She wasn’t only responsible for her own life, but also the fate
of Frank, Heath, Nina, and the other crew members.
Furthermore, she had predicted the arrival of the apocalypse.
She hoped that she could become the Queen’s most powerful
helper and do something for this world.
Cattleya closed her eyes and muttered to herself, “Then face
it.”
To truly integrate into the Moses Ascetic Order and gather the
relevant information.
After making this decision, Cattleya no longer concealed her
strength. She raised her hands and used a fairy tale magic.
In the eyes of the surrounding pirate ship crew, the Future and
its fleet became illusory at the same time, turning into
countless bubbles.
The bubbles reflected a dreamy color under the light’s
illumination.
Then, they slowly melted into the sea.
Just like that, the Future and its fleet disappeared from
everyone’s eyes.
Many knowledgeable pirates were first shocked and stunned.
Then, they had a thought:
A new Queen over the seas has been born.
Queen of Stars!
…
Backlund, in a particular house.
Xio, who had yet to sort out her thoughts after returning to the
real world, saw Fors’s figure appear in front of her as she
shouted, “That mission of yours is too dangerous!”
Xio was taken aback as she instinctively pointed out a
problem.
“You didn’t knock.”
This was the worst part of living together with a demigod of
the Apprentice pathway.
Fors first reflected on herself for a second before confidently
saying, “You didn’t close the door.”
She pointed at the ajar bedroom door.
I actually didn’t close the door. That’s right. This was a last-
minute gathering. I wasn’t prepared for it before the matter…
Xio opened her mouth, but she couldn’t say a word.
Both of them looked at each other speechlessly for a long
time, but none of them broke the silence.
Finally, Fors decided to forget the accusation and focused on
the mission itself.
“A mission that involves Sequence 1 and a Uniqueness is too
dangerous.”
With that said, she recalled that Xio had already accepted Mr.
Fool’s gift. Her eyes reddened uncontrollably as she couldn’t
help but mumble, “Remember to get my help. At the very
least… I can help you escape.”
To them, the things they experienced before had involved very
few matters at the Sequence 1 level. Apart from Mr. Fool and
The World Gehrman Sparrow, at most it was them being
watched by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
At other times, they would at most do trivial matters at the
periphery of corresponding matters. They had never faced an
enemy that could be addressed as “Him.”
Therefore, when she thought of how her friend’s mission
involved Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic, or even a
Uniqueness and true deity, Fors couldn’t help but feel nervous
and worried.
Xio smiled and said, “I’m just seeking clues and investigating
the truth. It’s not like I need to face ‘Them’ directly.”
She paused for a second and said, “The apocalypse is
approaching. We have to do something.
“Look, even Mr. Fool has fallen into a deep sleep. What’s
more, trivial figures like us? If I didn’t quickly become a
demigod, perhaps there’s nothing I can do. Now… There’s at
least some hope. At the very least, I can try to awaken Mr.
Fool.”
Fors had experienced many things and had long understood
this principle. She had only been venting her emotions, but
now, she had calmed down.
She thought for a moment and said, “What are you going to do
next?”
“Just relying on myself to investigate it will definitely be very
difficult. I’ll definitely need to use MI9’s intelligence network.
I plan on finding a suitable opportunity to let them know that
I’m a Sequence 4 demigod. In order to not be suspected, I
might need Miss Justice to give me some hints and make some
arrangements,” Xio answered seriously.
Fors’s thoughts raced.
“I’ll come up with a script for you. Uh, I’ll act as an antagonist
and simulate a lunatic who attempted to advance to Sequence
4 Imperative Mage, and then be defeated by you…”
As she spoke, a story took form. She immediately sat beside
Xio’s desk, took out a pen and paper, and started writing.
“After I write up the story, I’ll get Miss Justice to make some
amendments and make it appear reasonable,” Fors said as she
wrote.
As a Secrets Sorcerer, there was no doubt that she could
prevent their conversation from leaking out.
Xio thought for a moment and said, “Isn’t your most important
task now to write the biographies and stories?”
“Ha, that’s simple. I’ve already thought of plenty of scenes,
and there’s a lot of material on my mind. No, nothing of that
sort…” After muttering a few words, Fors placed all her focus
on writing a script for Xio so as to gain MI9’s approval.
Seeing her good friend focused on her matter, a smile
gradually appeared on Xio’s face.
She then cast her gaze to the ajar door and heard her brother,
Dio Derecha, seemingly reciting the ancient Feysac words.
This was a requirement for studying law to become a lawyer.
Their mother was instructing two servants to clean up the
living room.
Their voices reached Xio’s ears, and her expression gradually
became firm.
Although she had no idea what would happen when she faced
the MI9 brass, and even though she would encounter unknown
dangers when completing Mr. Fool’s mission, as well as the
unknown future during the dawn of the apocalypse, Xio knew
that if she didn’t do anything or take on certain risks and just
enjoyed the pleasant times with her family just like that, she
would ultimately be drowned by the floods like most people
who were unprepared.
And now, there was at least a path filled with brambles, one
that had a glimmer of light at the end of it.
It needed the realization of sacrifice, and to grasp it with
courage.
Chapter 1392 - Yesterday No More

Chapter 1392 Yesterday No More

In a room beside the Evernight cathedral in the Southern

Continent, East Balam, Leonard’s consciousness returned to
the real world.
After a few seconds of silence, he picked up the cup of coffee
that had turned cold and took a sip.
The bitter taste filled his mouth, gradually waking his mind
up.
“Old Man, what happened today?” Finally, Leonard couldn’t
help but ask.
After a moment of silence, Pallez Zoroast replied wistfully,
“Error has perished.”
Error… Leonard almost didn’t realize which existence Old
Man was referring to.
In the next second, he couldn’t hide his astonishment as he
nearly forgot to whisper, “Amon?”
This was a standard true god!
“Yes.” Pallez Zoroast’s voice sounded like “He” had aged
considerably. “To be precise, Amon’s main body perished.”
Leonard wasn’t in the mood to distinguish the subtle meaning
behind Old Man’s words. He asked in disbelief, “W-why was
there no sign of it?”
He had witnessed the phenomena before and after the God of
Combat died. He knew that it was a change that would affect
the entire world and bring about many terrifying monsters and
dangerous regions.
And just now, the only two abnormalities were:
The doors and windows suddenly closing, and him seemingly
forgetting something.
In reality, the latter wasn’t strange at all. Most people would
encounter something similar during their daily lives.
Pallez Zoroast’s tone sank.
“‘He’ should’ve perished in Sefirah Castle.”
Sefirah Castle? Leonard was shocked.
The venue of the gathering he had just attended was inside
Sefirah Castle!
A war between gods has just erupted there? Amon actually
infiltrated Sefirah Castle? Amidst Leonard’s thoughts, his
expression gradually turned solemn.
“Old Man, Mr. Fool was injured because of this and had no
choice but to enter a state of slumber?”
“Is ‘He’ about to enter a state of slumber?” Pallez Zoroast
asked in return.
“He” didn’t seem to be too surprised about this.
Leonard tersely acknowledged.
“The reason ‘He’ summoned us today was because of this
matter.”
Pallez Zoroast fell silent for a few seconds before saying,
“‘His’ choice to enter a state of slumber is indeed related to
the previous battle of gods and Amon’s infiltration, but it’s not
because of injuries, but because of corruption.”
“Corruption?” Leonard blurted out in surprise.
Even at Mr. Fool’s level, irreversible corruption can still be
encountered by “Him?”
Pallez Zoroast regained “His” previous poignant tone:
“Everything has godhood. By relying on godhood to become a
powerhouse, one can never escape the shackles of godhood.
“On this point, it’s the same for you and me. Likewise for The
Fool. Heh, perhaps ‘He’ shouldn’t be called ‘The Fool’
anymore. ‘He’ is equivalent to half a ‘Lord of the Mysteries.’”
Lord of the Mysteries… Regarding the problem of the mental
imprint in a Beyonder characteristic, Leonard indeed had a
deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level.
However, he still had several holes in the knowledge on this
matter. Even though he had heard Old Man mention the term
“Lord of the Mysteries,” he didn’t understand what it meant.
However, at present, he could confirm that Mr. Fool’s level
had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool’s words
during the gathering, and what Old Man had just said, “His”
strength was enough to kill a true god.
Leonard cleverly didn’t probe further. He changed the topic in
a deep voice:
“Old Man, why is Klein sleeping as well?
“Are you able to wake him up as soon as possible?”
Pallez Zoroast’s tone was somewhat odd.
“How could an old and weak angel like me know about
matters at the level of gods?
“As for the awakening, even The Fool has no better solution,
much less me?”
Leonard remained silent for a moment. He picked up his
coffee cup and took another sip.
After a while, he asked hesitantly, “Old Man, do you have any
way of ‘Stealing’ the artistic flair of others?”
Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
“The definition of artistic flair is vague with no clear
categorization. There’s no way to ‘Steal’ it.
“However, if you change it to natural talent, there’s a way.”
“…Forget it.” Leonard ultimately couldn’t do anything about
“Stealing” the natural talent of others to help him resolve his
problem.
Pallez Zoroast added with a smile, “If you can’t accept this
method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of
someone who’s very poor. Make a deal with him and give him
the money he wants to exchange for the corresponding natural
talent.”
“It’s a little like a deal with the devil…” Leonard commented
objectively.
Pallez Zoroast chuckled and said, “There’s another simple
solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented
people to help you resolve the corresponding problems.”
“…Old Man, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Leonard
instantly saw hope.
Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
“You didn’t manage to think of something that simple?
“I thought you had eliminated this option before consulting
me.”
Leonard ignored Old Man’s mockery. After some serious
thought, he felt that this idea was indeed feasible.
However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was
avoiding his responsibility.
Regarding this matter, I still have to do something
personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and
poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard
suddenly stood up and walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” Pallez Zoroast asked in surprise.
Leonard frowned slightly as he said firmly, “I’m going to the
nearby bookstore to buy some poem anthologies.”
Ever since he advanced to Nightmare, he had given up the
collection of poems he had bought in the past, making most of
them nothing but decorations. When he became a Spirit
Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that were
suitable for some spirits to read, allowing him to chant the
appropriate parts in a battle to create Beyonder effects that
worked in concert with him.
Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he didn’t
bring a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a
few of those that he often used in the past.
I never expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I
would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed
inwardly as his steps became firmer.
Pallez Zoroast had never imagined that Leonard’s next step
would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, “He”
probed, “Is this an order from The Fool?”
“Yes, for promoting the corresponding legendary stories,”
Leonard answered simply as he opened the door and walked
out.
Pallez Zoroast fell silent once again before saying, “Apart
from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the
besiegement of the Rose School of Thought.”
Leonard walked down the stairs and entered the streets. He
looked at the pedestrians and nodded gently.
“Yes.”
At that moment, as he walked towards the bookstore, he felt as
though he had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he
was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also walked
along the bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy of
“Classical Poems Anthology of the Loen Kingdom” and
“Selected Poems of Roselle.”
…
Backlund, at the Harvest Church south of the Bridge.
After Emlyn White regained his senses, he found himself
standing in front of a window.
The sun was already dim outside, and the flowers were
flourishing.
His feelings towards Mr. Fool’s slumber were slightly different
from the other Tarot Club members.
Other than heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there
was also the confidence that things would end well.
Internally within the Sanguine, some of the Marquises and
Earls were rather old. Even though they lived longer than most
demigods at the same level, they were still in advanced stages
of their lives. At this time, they often chose to sleep and use
similar methods to extend their lifespans. The effects were
pretty good.
Therefore, Emlyn had long been accustomed to matters
regarding slumbers. He knew that it wasn’t equivalent to
passing away, nor was it equivalent to perishing. He believed
that if the correct solution was found, Mr. Fool would have a
high chance of waking up.
He looked out the window and muttered to himself, “Mr. Fool
has entered a state of slumber, and the Ancestor’s revelation is
often interfered with. It’s obvious that ‘She’ can’t provide help
frequently…”
After a brief silence, Emlyn sighed silently.
Indeed. In the end, I have to face it myself and bear it.
This is the destiny of the messiah.
At the mention of the word “messiah,” Emlyn clearly smiled
with a self-deprecating hint.
He then repeated inwardly, I can only rely on myself.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Father
Utravsky’s voice sounded behind Emlyn.
“Time to set off.”
Emlyn turned his head and saw a huge sword on the back of
the priest dressed in brown priest robes.
The sword’s length exceeded Emlyn’s height, and its width
was close to his waist.
Together with Father Utravsky’s hill-like body, the terrifying
pressure felt corporeal.
As a Sanguine Earl, Emlyn recovered from his stifled feeling
and nodded gently.
“Okay.”
Today, they would head to the Southern Continent to
participate in the besiegement of the Rose School of Thought.
Just as he replied, Emlyn suddenly recalled something and
hurriedly said, “Wait for half a day.”
He wanted to gather most of the Sanguine in Backlund to
discuss the pharmaceutical company.
Bishop Utravsky didn’t ask anything and nodded.
“Come find me when you’re ready.”
After watching Father Utravsky enter the depths of the
cathedral, Emlyn turned his head to the Sanguine that were
following him to the Southern Continent.
“Inform all the Sanguine in Backlund to come over. There’s
something we need to discuss.”
“Yes, Lord Earl,” the Sanguine replied respectfully.
After they split up, Emlyn turned his head to look at the altar
and the Sacred Emblem of Life in front of the cathedral. It was
a simply drawn infant that was surrounded by symbols like
wheat, flowers, spring water, and other symbols.
This made Emlyn’s thoughts suddenly turn adrift.
He had forgotten when he started spending less time in his
bedroom, spending less time with his dolls. Even his hobby of
studying history became more targeted and efficient.
This change didn’t take form in an instant. Instead, it was
slowly formed over time. It was something that made it
difficult for others to notice. By the time Emlyn discovered it,
he had already adapted to this new life.
Emlyn retracted his gaze, raised his chin slightly, and shook
his head with a smile.
This is the destiny of the messiah…
Chapter 1393 - Where the Dream Begins

Chapter 1393 Where the Dream Begins

After returning to the real world, Alger patiently waited for the
mission Mr. Fool had mentioned.
On this day, he, wearing the pontiff’s clothes and the silver-
black mask, was discussing the internal affairs of the Church
of the Sea God with Oracle Danitz when he suddenly saw a
bishop enter.
“Your Holiness, the Church of Storms has sent two gifts to
congratulate you on becoming a proxy of God.” The bishop
held a tin box and bowed respectfully.
Danitz, who had been secretly rejoicing over the malfunction
of Bayam’s telegram, blurted out in surprise, “Where’s that
messenger?”
“He left after leaving the present,” the bishop at the door
answered helplessly.
Although the members of the Church of Storms often had
impulsive moments, such behavior was still quite rare.
Alger nodded slightly and said, “If they don’t view us as
enemies, sending a messenger to deliver a gift is enough.”
With that said, he raised his right hand and gently made the tin
box in the bishop’s hand fly over.
After catching the small box, Alger’s actions suddenly slowed
down as though he found it heavy.
He slowly opened the container and saw a book made of
yellowish-brown goatskin.
On the surface of the book, there was a line of words written
in Elven:
“Book of Calamity.”
Book of Calamity… After seeing the words clearly, Alger felt
a little dazed as though he was dreaming.
But very quickly, he understood what the mission Mr. Fool
was talking about was.
Alger sighed silently and looked at the bishop at the door.
“What’s the second gift?”
“It’s a ghost ship called the Blue Avenger. It has already
moored at the harbor,” the bishop answered without any
abnormalities.
The Blue Avenger… When Danitz heard the name, he
instinctively cast his gaze at the pontiff, Alger.
He remembered very clearly that this was the ship Alger used
back when he was a pirate.
This meant that the Church of the Lord of Storms knew that
the pontiff Church of the Sea God was once their cardinal!
Is this a congratulation gift, or a challenge to war? As Danitz’s
heart tightened, he realized that he was rather familiar with the
other gift.
It was the extremely sinister Book of Calamity he had seen
when he followed Gehrman Sparrow.
“Help me return a letter to the Church of Storms, and thank
them for their gifts,” Alger composed himself as he calmly
instructed.
After the bishop left the room, he turned to Danitz and said,
“Oracle, I’ve received Mr. Fool’s revelation. I’ll have to
complete a mission in the time to come. It will perhaps take
me a few years before I return.”
“A revelation?” Danitz blurted out in surprise.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:
Why don’t I know about this?
Alger nodded.
“Mr. Fool is about to enter a deep slumber.
“However, this will not affect responses to your prayers.”
“…” Danitz was so shocked that he couldn’t speak.
Alger continued, “Gehrman Sparrow has also entered a state
of slumber.
“After I leave, the Church’s matters will be handed over to
Elder Derrick Berg of the New City of Silver. You need to
cooperate with him and write into the bible that the Sea God is
Mr. Fool and get all believers to accept it.
“Our faith is key to Mr. Fool’s awakening. You are ‘His’
Oracle, and you have to make an example in this aspect.
“Of course, ‘He’ will give you a new revelation at any time
and give you other missions.”
Danitz was a little dizzy and confused when he heard that, but
he still understood the seriousness of the matter.
He hesitated for a moment before nodding heavily.
“Okay.”
After settling the matter, Alger stood up and returned to his
room with the Book of Calamity.
He looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. He slowly
removed the papal tiara from his head and removed the silver-
black mask on his face.
A few days later, at the crowded Bayam Harbor.
Alger raised his head and looked at Derrick, who was taller
than him, and said with a smile, “You’ve been doing very well
recently. The Church of the Sea God has been running
smoothly.”
Derrick subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to scratch the
back of his head, but he ultimately held back. He said with
some melancholy and reluctance, “Mr. Hanged… Your
Holiness Wilson, when will you return?”
Alger shook his head and said, “Everything ahead is still
uncertain. No one can tell.”
Without waiting for Derrick Berg to respond, he said, “You’re
already mature and reliable. I don’t have any advice for you.”
Having said that, Alger paused before saying, “If the Rorsted
Archipelago encounters a disaster you cannot stop, don’t
sacrifice yourself in order to protect it.”
“Ah?” Derrick was stunned.
This was the most important place of worship for Mr. Fool. It
was the new home of the City of Silver, so how could he give
up just like that?
Alger had already expected Derrick’s reaction and explained
with a serious expression, “To Mr. Fool, the most important
thing is the believers here, not these islands. To the City of
Silver, the most important thing is the people, not the city.
“As long as you can protect Mr. Fool’s believers and protect
the citizens of the City of Silver, migrating them away in time.
Even if we lose Bayam, the New City of Silver, and the
Rorsted Archipelago, we can rebuild a new city elsewhere and
rebuild a new home.
“Remember, don’t lose sight of the forest for the trees.”
Derrick was deeply moved when he heard that. He grasped the
crux of the problem.
He replied sincerely, “I understand. Thank you, Mr. Hanged…
Your Holiness Wilson. I will protect Mr. Fool’s believers and
the citizens well.”
Alger didn’t say a word as he turned around and walked
towards the Blue Avenger that was moored at the dock.
The ghost ship was a three-masted sailboat that was still
behind the present era era, no different from before.
Alger looked at it and looked at the crew members on the
deck. He suddenly felt something and looked down at himself.
He was wearing a linen shirt, brown jacket, and trendy
pantaloons. He had a custom-made belt around his waist.
Attached to it were a dagger and a scepter made of bone.
The corners of Alger’s lips curled up as he took a step forward
and landed on the deck of the Blue Avenger.
He then turned his head to look at the boundless blue sea,
raised his right hand and said in a deep voice, “Set sail!”
…
Backlund, Empress Borough, inside the Hall family’s
luxurious mansion.
Audrey sat on a comfortable sofa and watched her father, Earl
Hall, her brothers, Hibbert and Alfred, discuss the recent
developments of the kingdom. She watched as her mother
Lady Caitlyn constantly convene the butler and footmen to
make final preparations for the ball.
She didn’t say a word. She wore a faint smile as she quietly
observed this common scene in her daily life.
After some time, Earl Hall smiled and looked over.
“What is our little princess thinking about?”
Audrey pursed her lips and replied with a faint smile, “Guess.”
“I’m guessing you’re thinking about which dress you’ll be
wearing today, and what kind of hair and makeup you’ll be
matching it with,” Hibbert said casually on behalf of his father.
Audrey smiled and said, “Correct, but there are no rewards.”
She slowly stood up and said to her parents and brothers, “I’m
going upstairs to change into my gown.”
Earl Hall smiled and nodded.
“There’s no hurry. Everyone believes that you’re worth the
wait.”
Audrey bit her lower lip and maintained her smile as she
walked towards the door.
When she was about to leave the room, she paused and looked
back.
Her parents and her two brothers continued with their
discussion or arrangements.
Audrey’s gaze froze as she slowly retracted her gaze.
She walked out of the room and went upstairs to the bedroom.
Susie was already waiting there.
Audrey inhaled indiscernibly and raised her right hand. She
used her index finger to draw lines of faint light.
They seemed to come from the deepest part of a dreamscape.
A few seconds later, the faint glow turned into a blonde,
green-eyed, abnormally beautiful girl—Audrey Hall.
But unlike Audrey, this girl still carried a little childishness
and a slight romantic bearing.
“Good evening, Miss Justice~” The girl greeted her cheerfully.
Audrey smiled and replied, “Good evening, Miss Audrey.”
After the last-minute Tarot Gathering, she finally made up her
mind to advance to Dreamweaver and prepare to split an
identity to accompany her family. She would stay away from
them and not let the various dangerous matters she had
attracted affect them.
After staring at her for two seconds, she turned to look at the
golden retriever beside her and said, “Susie, are you sure you
want to follow me?”
“Yes, we are friends forever,” Susie replied seriously.
Audrey didn’t say another word. She split off a Virtual Person
and entered Susie’s Body of Heart and Mind which she opened
up for Audrey.
Then, she raised her hand again and outlined another Susie in
midair.
The moment Susie formed, she opened her mouth and let out a
woof.
Audrey retracted her gaze and looked at herself.
After a moment of silence, although she knew that their
thoughts and ideas were synced, she couldn’t help but say to
the blonde girl in front of her, “I-I’ll leave it to you in the
future.
“Remember to wheedle to Father often and get him to not be
so busy. He’s not young anymore, so he needs to be mindful of
his health. He can hand over many things to Hibbert and
Alfred or the butlers.
“Also, slowly counsel Mother and tell her that she doesn’t
have to pay too much attention to the opinions of others. She
doesn’t have to maintain a perfect image at social events. It
would be very tiring.
“Yes, don’t forget about Hibbert. Cheer him up often and don’t
let him be so gloomy. He shouldn’t complicate matters too
much from overthinking things. Alfred won’t threaten his
position.
“Alfred, Alfred, he needs a good wife to stop him from taking
any more risks…
“Oh, why are you crying? We’ve already grown up. We can’t
be little girls anymore.”
Audrey lowered her eyes slightly and smiled at her crying self.
“I know, I know.” After Audrey said that, she pursed her lips
tightly and nodded heavily with a sad expression.
Audrey retracted her gaze, picked up her cloak, and draped it
over her.
Then, she led Susie out of the bedroom and into the corridor.
The hall below was lit with lights, and the guests came one
after another to attend the ball. Lord Hall, Lady Caitlyn,
Hibbert, and Alfred were already at the door.
Audrey stood behind the railing and watched silently for a
while.
She then lifted the ends of her skirt and slowly and solemnly
bowed to her parents and brother from a distance away.
After maintaining such a posture for two seconds, she
straightened her body and raised the hood from her dark blue
cloak to cover her face.
To her side, behind her, there were bright lights and a bustling
din. In front of her, many dark lights formed a sea of collective
subconscious.
“Let’s go,” Audrey said hoarsely to Susie.
With that said, she walked into the dark illusory sea.
Audrey rushed out from the bedroom and cried out with a
sobbing tone, “You must come back!”
Audrey didn’t turn back. She raised her right hand and waved
it, indicating that she understood.
The figure wearing a blue cloak gradually disappeared into the
distance amidst the deep, silent darkness.
Chapter 1394 - A New Journey

Chapter 1394 A New Journey

In a room of an abandoned castle, sunlight shone through the

gaps in the thick curtains, illuminating a pitch-black coffin.
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin creaked and slowly moved to
the side.
With a thud, it fell to the ground.
A few seconds later, Azik Eggers sat up, looking rather lost.
At that moment, he was wearing loose pajamas that had been
popular in Loen years ago. He resembled a noble who had
woken up in his manor.
After a while, Azik narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked
around in confusion as though he didn’t know who he was.
He then saw the brilliant sunlight that penetrated through the
cracks and saw the dust dancing in the sunlight. He saw letters
scattered on the table, ground, and coffin lid around him.
They were like giant snowflakes that blanketed half the area.
Azik got out of the coffin. With a puzzled expression, he bent
down to pick up a letter and began reading.
As he read, the confusion on his face disappeared a little, as if
he had remembered many things from the past.
Azik immediately found a chair and sat down, allowing all the
letters to fly in front of him to stack up like a mountain.
He opened the letters one by one, reading them one after
another. There would be pauses in between as he fell deep in
thought as if he was seriously recalling something.
The sunlight that passed through the gap in the curtains
gradually dimmed. After a long time, it shone inside again.
At that moment, Azik finally finished reading all the letters
and completed the long contemplations that resembled
Cogitation.
“He” looked at the letters that had been stacked on the table
and slowly let out a long sigh.
Following that, he took out a piece of paper, a fountain pen,
and some ink that he could still use. He wrote with a warm
expression:
“…I’ve already woken up and received all your letters. They
made me recall who I am and who you are. I also remember
many memories of the past.
“Your experiences, no matter how complicated and exciting,
have exceeded my imagination. It also makes me understand
some of the problems that previously plagued me.
“I can feel your joy, your exhaustion, your faith in life, and the
heavy responsibility that you have borne from your letters.
“I can roughly guess why you ultimately made that choice. If
it were me, I might not even be able to make such a decision.
“From the beginning, you’ve been a guardian. You mimicked
others until you were mimicked by others.
“Next, I will begin a journey to pursue the past and witness the
changes in this world.
“You seem to still be asleep, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll write to
tell you about the interesting things that I’ve encountered, the
interesting traditions, and interesting people.
“I think I should be able to send these letters to you via
sacrifice…”
The tip of the golden pen reflected the sunlight as it rustled on
the white piece of paper, continuously penning down more
content.
…
Backlund, in a solarium of a terrace house.
Melissa walked in with a girl who was clearly less than ten
years old.
“Aunt Melissa, why here?” the little girl asked, puzzled. “All
the stories I heard had mysterious rituals held in the
basement.”
With her hair tied up, the bespectacled Melissa smiled and
said, “Those are unconventional mysticism rituals.”
She pointed at the altar that had been set up and the unlit
candles and said, “You may begin.”
“Really?” The little girl tilted her head to look at the bright
sunshine outside the window. “Do we need to draw the
curtains?”
“There’s no need. It’s pretty good this way.” After Melissa
answered, she smiled at the little girl while she awkwardly
mimicked her usual method of holding rituals in a clumsy and
unfamiliar manner.
During this process, she would instruct her from time to time
and even personally help her to complete the pre-ritual
preparations.
“Alright, repeat after me.” Melissa took a deep breath as her
expression gradually turned staid.
“Yes, yes.” The little girl tried her best to appear stern.
Melissa looked at the candle flames on the altar for a few
seconds before slowly reciting in ancient Hermes, “The Fool
that doesn’t belong to this era…”
“Da Pool that dun pelong to diz ela…” The little girl had never
learned ancient Hermes before. Although she tried her best to
imitate her aunt, she still didn’t know what she was saying.
“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog…” Melissa
continued reciting.
“Da Mesterwes luler apove the gway pog…” the little girl
recited in all seriousness.
“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…”
After Melissa finished reciting, the candle at the end didn’t
wait for the little girl to imitate her. It immediately burgeoned
to the size of a human head.
In the large flame, a slippery tentacle with a somewhat sinister
pattern extended out in an indiscernible manner. It was
extremely slow.
The little girl was stunned. She retreated and hid behind her
aunt.
Melissa pursed her lips and said with a gentle smile, “Don’t be
afraid, go greet him.”
The little girl timidly poked her head out from behind her aunt
and saw the terrifying, slimy tentacle gently swaying in the
brilliant sunlight that shone through the windows. It seemed to
be attempting to swat away the dust or was waving at her.
“Go, don’t be afraid,” Melissa repeated.
The little girl finally mustered her courage and stood in front
of the altar.
She recited the incantations she had just invented before
revealing a sincere smile and raised her palm.
The slippery tentacle whose patterns had disappeared paused
for a few seconds. It seemed hesitant and somewhat out of
practice.
Then, it raised its head and curled up slightly, lowering itself
inch by inch.
Amidst the sunlight, it high-fived that tiny palm.
—The End—
Chapter 1395 - An Ordinary Person“s Daily Life 1/8

1395 An Ordinary Person“s

Daily Life 1/8
“you have a chance to meet his holiness.”
barton heard a man in a dark-blue bishop robe say to him.
no matter how hard he tried, the other man’s face was
indiscernible. it felt like his face was covered with a gray,
blurry gas.
of course, this wasn’t an important matter. as a devout believer
of the lord, it was definitely the greatest honor for barton to
meet a proxy of “him.”
this made him so excited that he couldn’t say a word. his body
trembled as he followed the bishop to the back, entering the
hall one step at a time.
barton couldn’t describe the hall in detail either. he only knew
that it was very grand and magnificent, one that exuded an
immense pressure. he could only bow his head obediently.
finally, he arrived in front of the steps.
at that moment, he seemed to receive permission as he
subconsciously raised his head.
then, he saw a golden retriever.
this dog wore a deep blue, gorgeous robe that resembled a
curtain. it wore a papal tiara with many gems embedded in it.
it sat on a huge throne and watched him quietly.
“…” barton was stunned.
this, this is the pontiff? barton was shocked and panicked, a
strong sense of fear rising in his heart.
he opened his eyes abruptly and saw the morning light
illuminating the ceiling.
phew… barton sat up, panting slightly, trying to extricate
himself from the influences of the dream as quickly as
possible.
“what happened?” his wife sensed something amiss and got
up.
barton shook his head.
“a nightmare.”
he didn’t tell his wife the truth—he dreamed that the pontiff
was a golden retriever.
he could bet that his wife would say in horror, “how can you
have such sacrilegious thoughts?”
if that were to happen, he could only shrug his shoulders and
say, “just kidding.”
i can’t bring my troubles into my family life. this is a paradise
for humans, meant for relaxing… moreover, women can
hardly understand more profound questions. they have traits in
being perceptive to thoughts, and love… barton didn’t dwell
on the contents of his dream anymore. he got out of bed and
went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
after breakfast, he kissed his wife and children before leaving
his residence and taking a trackless public carriage to the
working district at the edge of the city.
he was under the employment of the loen relic search and
preservation foundation with a sizable salary. in places like the
capital of east chester county, stoen city, he was considered to
be upper-middle class.
on the way, barton studied the streets outside out of boredom.
due to not being directly affected by the war, stoen city still
retained its former prosperity. carriages, bicycles, pedestrians,
and wild dogs came and went; it was lively and noisy.
barton was already used to such a scene. he didn’t have much
of an impression of it, but the dream from last night made him
uncomfortable every time he saw a dog on the street. it was as
if it was the incarnation of the pontiff, one that he needed to
bow to and greet.
“holy lord of storms, please forgive your penitent servant.”
barton raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and gently
struck his left chest.
after a while, he arrived at the loen relic search and
preservation foundation. as he greeted his colleagues, he
walked into his office.
after hanging up his hat and coat, barton relaxed and leisurely
prepared some special black tea for himself—he was almost
middle-aged, and his energy was dropping. he always hoped to
use a simpler method to supplement his body without suffering
any hardship.
after preparing the black tea, barton picked up a few
newspapers on the desk and wanted to prep himself before
starting work.
the economic situation in backlund last season has greatly
improved…
another pirate at the level of king has appeared in the sonia sea
and the berserk sea, queen of stars…
desi bay fruits trade fair…
after reading the newspaper slowly, barton took a sip of black
tea and started his work.
a letter from vernal? barton found a letter from an old friend as
he examined the documents on his table.
he was an archaeologist who had a close relationship with the
loen relic search and preservation foundation.
barton immediately took out a letter cutter, took out the letter,
and read it seriously.
“my dear friend,
“my students and i found some interesting ruins in the
mountains of sivellaus county. perhaps they originated from
refugees from the fourth epoch…
“in that period of history that we don’t know much about, they
left the city for reasons unbeknown to us. they entered the
forests, and stopped interacting with the outside world again.
they existed in the form of a tribe…
“they might still be guarding something, but it has long been
drowned out by time, leaving behind only ruins and corpses…
“my students and i will excavate this place while employing
conservation practices. we hope to find something more useful
that can help us restore the history of the fourth epoch. i
wonder if your foundation is interested in this.
“…here, i solemnly invite you to send a team over to confirm
if our work is real and effective…”
going into the mountains… the first thing that surfaced in
barton’s mind was not the relics or the history, but the buzzing
mosquitoes, the humid, dark environment, and the camp that
became a temptation to the wild beasts.
he shook his head and picked up a pen and paper. he prepared
to file this letter and send it to his superiors.
Chapter 1396 - An Ordinary Person’s Daily Life (2/8)

Chapter 1396 An Ordinary Person’s Daily Life (2/8)

After drafting the document’s header, Barton was preparing to

add some details into the document when he realized that
Vernal hadn’t submitted any supporting information.
Does he think that he can apply for funding with just a letter
by simply relying on his relationship with the foundation?
Barton looked around the table and muttered to himself in
puzzlement.
In his opinion, Vernal wasn’t an arrogant archaeologist. Apart
from being feisty and impatient, he was considered a typical
Loen gentleman in all other aspects.
Under normal circumstances, when one requested funding
from the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation, they
had to provide a lot of information, such as photos, ancient
supplementary documents, and other related information other
than a cover letter that described the project. Otherwise, the
foundation wouldn’t be able to do a review and make a
decision, much less spend large amounts of gold pounds to
send a team to the project location for inspection.
Or rather, could it be that Vernal Fnarr was just too careless
and forgot to send the information out as well? Of course, with
the relationship between Vernal and the foundation, it’s
entirely possible the upper management will send a person or
two to arrange a meeting to verify the information when they
see it… Yes, as a friend, I should still help him… Barton
shook his head and didn’t think further. He stood up and
walked to the bookshelf.
He then stretched out his right palm and used his fingers to
stroke the back of a book spine, selecting the information he
needed.
Finally, he took out a few books and journals, and combined
his various viewpoints to give a detailed description of the
history of the Sivellaus mountain range in the document he
was about to submit.
“In the scientific community, there’s a common viewpoint:
“In a period that’s unknown to be long or short, the Solomon
Empire and the Tudor Dynasty coexisted in the Northern
Continent, and their border could very likely be situated where
the Hornacis mountain range and the Feynapotter Highlands
are today.
“There’s a high chance that the Hornacis mountain range’s
extension in Sivellaus County was a contested ground between
both parties…”
Barton didn’t endorse Vernal. He only provided references to
show that there were indeed possible ruins of the Fourth
Epoch in the mountains of Sivellaus County.
This way, if it was proven that Vernal was lying, no one would
hold him responsible, because all of the descriptions came
from famous historians. Barton had only extracted snippets in
a selective fashion.
At the end of the document, he listed out his references:
“… ‘Private Historical Research of Sivellaus County’, Azik
Eggers, Khoy University’s Department of History lecturer…”
After completing this document, Barton read through it from
top to bottom and modified his choice of words and certain
sentences.
Then, he took the draft and entered the clerk’s room next door.
He asked them to type up a formal document with mechanical
typewriters.
The Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation had
always hired plenty of female employees. From the lowest
level of ordinary clerks to the deputy director of the upper
echelons, at least half of them were female.
Barton actually had some things to say about this, but he
didn’t, nor did he dare to object. He could only choose to
accept the state of things.
Of course, he had to admit that when he needed to wait, it was
quite nice watching these young female clerks busying
themselves.
At least it enriches the colors here… As Barton listened to the
tapping sounds, he mumbled silently.
Once the documents were done, he signed and submitted them.
Then, just like before, he continued with his work as usual.
This included but wasn’t limited to the trial projects, providing
professional opinions and gathering research materials for the
foundation’s papers and commentary.
A day quickly passed, and Barton left the company at six in
the evening. He took a public carriage and returned home after
an hour.
This was a common occurrence in all the major cities in Loen.
That was why high tea became a trend-after lunchtime from 12
to 1, it would be half-past seven or eight in the evening before
people reached home. If not for high tea sessions, most people
would definitely be abnormally hungry.
Of course, this was only limited to the middle-class and above.
Many poor people might only eat two meals a day. Moreover,
couples with the conditions to work would both be working.
They would have to prepare dinner after returning home at
around eight in the evening. And the food wasn’t for their
enjoyment.
“Vernal came to visit you in the afternoon,” Barton’s wife said
casually as she helped him take off his coat and hat.
“Vernal?” Barton was taken aback momentarily.
The archaeologist who discovered a Fourth Epoch ruins in
Sivellaus County had returned to East Chester County?
As soon as he said that, Barton frowned and muttered to
himself, He really did forget to send the information, so he
came back personally?
No, there’s no need to go through so much trouble. The Royal
Mail is rather reliable.
Besides, he should know that I’ll definitely be at the
foundation if it’s not a weekend. Yes, I might’ve been sent
elsewhere for an inspection review…
With this in mind, Barton asked, “Where is he?”
“He only waited in your study for fifteen minutes before he
left,” Barton’s wife said.
Barton pressed, “Did he say which hotel he’s living in? When
will he come again?”
The archaeologist, Vernal, was from East Chester County, but
he wasn’t a Stoen resident. He didn’t have a place here.
“He didn’t say. He seemed to be in a hurry.” Barton’s wife
paused for a moment before continuing, “He looked very
impatient.”
Barton touched his receding hairline and nodded gently.
“I’ll be in the study.”
His study was on the second floor, and there were many
bookshelves and some porcelain placed there. He wasn’t too
passionate about porcelain, but he actively searched for unique
items.
After some searching, Barton didn’t find any note or letter left
behind by Vernal.
He quickly threw the matter to the back of his mind.
This was his usual rule—he tried not to be troubled by work
once he got home.
After dinner, he shared a beautiful time with his wife and
children, then quickly washed up and went to bed.
In the dead of night, he suddenly woke up and opened his
eyes.
Ever since the danger he encountered during an archaeological
excavation ten years ago, Barton had gained a sense of
awarenessspiritual perception—that exceeded what ordinary
people had. He could always sense some movements that
others couldn’t detect. For example, others might realize that
someone was looking for them when visitors arrived at the
door, but Barton could sense whether the other party was
related to him once they walked down the corridor.
Someone sneaked in… Barton suddenly sat up, his eyes wide
open.
He looked at his wife who was sleeping soundly beside him
and didn’t wake her up. With very slight movements, he
flipped out of bed and removed the double-barreled hunting
rifle hanging on the wall.
After grabbing the rifle, he gently opened the door and looked
down the corridor.
This place was shrouded in the darkness of the night, and a
faint crimson glow outlined certain objects.
Barton didn’t hesitate. He entered the corridor and scanned the
area.
However, he didn’t find the burglar.
Was I mistaken? Barton turned around, feeling a lack of
confidence.
There was no sign of any of the rooms on the second floor
being opened.
After thinking for a while, Barton came to the door of the
study, grabbed the handle, and gently twisted it.
The door opened silently. Everything inside was immersed in
the darkness, resembling all kinds of monsters.
After drawing the curtains, Barton carefully examined the
interior with the aid of the moonlight, and he confirmed that
the interior was exactly the same as he remembered.
I really am too sensitive… An aftereffect of the nightmare
yesterday? Barton exhaled and left the study quickly.
Behind him, the curtains that were drawn lightly swayed, as if
a gust of wind was blowing.
The next day, Barton continued his daily routine.
He kissed his wife and children, took a rental carriage, read
newspapers, brewed black tea, read letters…
Eh, there’s another letter from Vernal. Barton felt relieved and
opened the letter.
However, there was nothing in the letter. The sender seemed to
have forgotten to stuff the letter into the envelope.
Has Vernal been suffering from absentmindedness recently?
Barton glanced at the envelope in his hand and suddenly
realized that the pattern on it was a little strange.
This was an envelope with a commemorative sense.
According to what Barton knew, many high-end hotels in
Backlund and Stoen City would provide special envelopes and
paper to their guests. It was equivalent to a tourist souvenir.
Which hotel is this? Barton put the envelope to his nose and
prepared to smell the fragrance on it. It was also unique and
recognizable.
In the next second, he smelled a faint scent of blood.

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After drafting the document’s header, Barton was preparing to

add some details into the document when he realized that
Vernal hadn’t submitted any supporting information.
Does he think that he can apply for funding with just a letter
by simply relying on his relationship with the foundation?
Barton looked around the table and muttered to himself in
puzzlement.
In his opinion, Vernal wasn’t an arrogant archaeologist. Apart
from being feisty and impatient, he was considered a typical
Loen gentleman in all other aspects.
Under normal circumstances, when one requested funding
from the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation, they
had to provide a lot of information, such as photos, ancient
supplementary documents, and other related information other
than a cover letter that described the project. Otherwise, the
foundation wouldn’t be able to do a review and make a
decision, much less spend large amounts of gold pounds to
send a team to the project location for inspection.
Or rather, could it be that Vernal Fnarr was just too careless
and forgot to send the information out as well? Of course, with
the relationship between Vernal and the foundation, it’s
entirely possible the upper management will send a person or
two to arrange a meeting to verify the information when they
see it… Yes, as a friend, I should still help him… Barton
shook his head and didn’t think further. He stood up and
walked to the bookshelf.
He then stretched out his right palm and used his fingers to
stroke the back of a book spine, selecting the information he
needed.
Finally, he took out a few books and journals, and combined
his various viewpoints to give a detailed description of the
history of the Sivellaus mountain range in the document he
was about to submit.
“In the scientific community, there’s a common viewpoint:
“In a period that’s unknown to be long or short, the Solomon
Empire and the Tudor Dynasty coexisted in the Northern
Continent, and their border could very likely be situated where
the Hornacis mountain range and the Feynapotter Highlands
are today.
“There’s a high chance that the Hornacis mountain range’s
extension in Sivellaus County was a contested ground between
both parties…”
Barton didn’t endorse Vernal. He only provided references to
show that there were indeed possible ruins of the Fourth
Epoch in the mountains of Sivellaus County.
This way, if it was proven that Vernal was lying, no one would
hold him responsible, because all of the descriptions came
from famous historians. Barton had only extracted snippets in
a selective fashion.
At the end of the document, he listed out his references:
“… ‘Private Historical Research of Sivellaus County’, Azik
Eggers, Khoy University’s Department of History lecturer…”
After completing this document, Barton read through it from
top to bottom and modified his choice of words and certain
sentences.
Then, he took the draft and entered the clerk’s room next door.
He asked them to type up a formal document with mechanical
typewriters.
The Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation had
always hired plenty of female employees. From the lowest
level of ordinary clerks to the deputy director of the upper
echelons, at least half of them were female.
Barton actually had some things to say about this, but he
didn’t, nor did he dare to object. He could only choose to
accept the state of things.
Of course, he had to admit that when he needed to wait, it was
quite nice watching these young female clerks busying
themselves.
At least it enriches the colors here… As Barton listened to the
tapping sounds, he mumbled silently.
Once the documents were done, he signed and submitted them.
Then, just like before, he continued with his work as usual.
This included but wasn’t limited to the trial projects, providing
professional opinions and gathering research materials for the
foundation’s papers and commentary.
A day quickly passed, and Barton left the company at six in
the evening. He took a public carriage and returned home after
an hour.
This was a common occurrence in all the major cities in Loen.
That was why high tea became a trend-after lunchtime from 12
to 1, it would be half-past seven or eight in the evening before
people reached home. If not for high tea sessions, most people
would definitely be abnormally hungry.
Of course, this was only limited to the middle-class and above.
Many poor people might only eat two meals a day. Moreover,
couples with the conditions to work would both be working.
They would have to prepare dinner after returning home at
around eight in the evening. And the food wasn’t for their
enjoyment.
“Vernal came to visit you in the afternoon,” Barton’s wife said
casually as she helped him take off his coat and hat.
“Vernal?” Barton was taken aback momentarily.
The archaeologist who discovered a Fourth Epoch ruins in
Sivellaus County had returned to East Chester County?
As soon as he said that, Barton frowned and muttered to
himself, He really did forget to send the information, so he
came back personally?
No, there’s no need to go through so much trouble. The Royal
Mail is rather reliable.
Besides, he should know that I’ll definitely be at the
foundation if it’s not a weekend. Yes, I might’ve been sent
elsewhere for an inspection review…
With this in mind, Barton asked, “Where is he?”
“He only waited in your study for fifteen minutes before he
left,” Barton’s wife said.
Barton pressed, “Did he say which hotel he’s living in? When
will he come again?”
The archaeologist, Vernal, was from East Chester County, but
he wasn’t a Stoen resident. He didn’t have a place here.
“He didn’t say. He seemed to be in a hurry.” Barton’s wife
paused for a moment before continuing, “He looked very
impatient.”
Barton touched his receding hairline and nodded gently.
“I’ll be in the study.”
His study was on the second floor, and there were many
bookshelves and some porcelain placed there. He wasn’t too
passionate about porcelain, but he actively searched for unique
items.
After some searching, Barton didn’t find any note or letter left
behind by Vernal.
He quickly threw the matter to the back of his mind.
This was his usual rule—he tried not to be troubled by work
once he got home.
After dinner, he shared a beautiful time with his wife and
children, then quickly washed up and went to bed.
In the dead of night, he suddenly woke up and opened his
eyes.
Ever since the danger he encountered during an archaeological
excavation ten years ago, Barton had gained a sense of
awarenessspiritual perception—that exceeded what ordinary
people had. He could always sense some movements that
others couldn’t detect. For example, others might realize that
someone was looking for them when visitors arrived at the
door, but Barton could sense whether the other party was
related to him once they walked down the corridor.
Someone sneaked in… Barton suddenly sat up, his eyes wide
open.
He looked at his wife who was sleeping soundly beside him
and didn’t wake her up. With very slight movements, he
flipped out of bed and removed the double-barreled hunting
rifle hanging on the wall.
After grabbing the rifle, he gently opened the door and looked
down the corridor.
This place was shrouded in the darkness of the night, and a
faint crimson glow outlined certain objects.
Barton didn’t hesitate. He entered the corridor and scanned the
area.
However, he didn’t find the burglar.
Was I mistaken? Barton turned around, feeling a lack of
confidence.
There was no sign of any of the rooms on the second floor
being opened.
After thinking for a while, Barton came to the door of the
study, grabbed the handle, and gently twisted it.
The door opened silently. Everything inside was immersed in
the darkness, resembling all kinds of monsters.
After drawing the curtains, Barton carefully examined the
interior with the aid of the moonlight, and he confirmed that
the interior was exactly the same as he remembered.
I really am too sensitive… An aftereffect of the nightmare
yesterday? Barton exhaled and left the study quickly.
Behind him, the curtains that were drawn lightly swayed, as if
a gust of wind was blowing.
The next day, Barton continued his daily routine.
He kissed his wife and children, took a rental carriage, read
newspapers, brewed black tea, read letters…
Eh, there’s another letter from Vernal. Barton felt relieved and
opened the letter.
However, there was nothing in the letter. The sender seemed to
have forgotten to stuff the letter into the envelope.
Has Vernal been suffering from absentmindedness recently?
Barton glanced at the envelope in his hand and suddenly
realized that the pattern on it was a little strange.
This was an envelope with a commemorative sense.
According to what Barton knew, many high-end hotels in
Backlund and Stoen City would provide special envelopes and
paper to their guests. It was equivalent to a tourist souvenir.
Which hotel is this? Barton put the envelope to his nose and
prepared to smell the fragrance on it. It was also unique and
recognizable.
In the next second, he smelled a faint scent of blood.
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Instantly, Barton’s hair stood on end.

Although he couldn’t be sure that he smelled blood, his
spiritual perception told him that this was the smell of blood.
Vernal encountered some misfortune? Just like the
archaeological team that I was in back then? No, there’s no
blood on the envelope. How can it emit the smell of blood?
After a brief, extreme fright, Barton stood up immediately.
As an ordinary person, he had only one reaction when facing
such a situation.
That was to call the police!
As Barton took the envelope and left his seat, he suddenly
remembered something.
There were clear rules of how to deal with such situations
within the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation. If
a project were to produce a phenomenon that was terrifying or
incomprehensible, employees were to immediately halt
everything and report to the Compliance Department. They
would be responsible for the follow-up.
Barton didn’t understand why he needed to go to the
Compliance Department. From what he knew, this was a
department that handled provisions and audit projections for
any violations of the rules. It had nothing to do with handling
unknown dangers.
However, the founder of the foundation, Miss Audrey Hall,
didn’t make many changes during the internal auditing of the
departments. She only added this one clause. Therefore, the
higher-ups didn’t wish to argue with her over this.
And obviously I’d prefer to meet the head of security…
Barton muttered as he walked out of his office, heading
straight for the Compliance Department at the end of the
corridor.
Knock! Knock! Knock! He tried his best to compose himself
and knocked on the door three times in a gentlemanly manner.
“Come on in.” A voice without any uniqueness came from
inside.
To be frank, Barton didn’t know much about his colleagues at
the Compliance Department. He only knew that they were
cold and heartless. They acted quickly and easily caught any
parasites within the foundation who tried to cheat the
foundation for funding.
Taking a deep breath, Barton turned the doorknob and pushed
open the door.
In his mind, the Compliance Department likely worked in an
abnormally dark environment. Everyone maintained their
silence and exchanged a few words from time to time,
deciding the fate of a project and its principal investigator.
However, the first thing that entered his eyes was bright
sunlight, colorful decorations, and an open and bright setting.
“What’s the matter?” A black-haired, brown-eyed employee
with no special features from the Compliance Department
greeted him.
He was wearing a thick black coat, which didn’t seem to be
able to withstand the cold winter weather in East Chester.
In addition, Barton sensed that the voice of this Compliance
Department employee had a Backlund accent to it. Either he
was born there, or he had stayed there for quite some time.
He isn’t cold, mechanical, and difficult to get along with. He
even feels friendly… As such thoughts flashed through
Barton’s mind, he said hurriedly, “A partner of ours seems to
have encountered a situation!
“The letter he sent only consisted of an envelope. There’s no
content inside, and there’s the smell of blood coming from it.”
The employee from the Compliance Department didn’t show
any change in expression. He nodded and said, “Show me the
envelope.”
Barton passed Archaeologist Vernal’s “letter.”
Only then did he realize that he was being rude. He hurriedly
asked, “I’m sorry; how should I address you?”
The employee from the Compliance Department raised the
envelope and carefully looked at it against the sunlight. He
then casually replied, “Pacheco Dwayne, deputy director of
the Compliance Department, an experienced solicitor. Just call
me Pacheco.”
Without waiting for Barton’s reply, Pacheco lowered his arm
and said with a serious expression, “Indeed, there are some
abnormalities.
“A preliminary conclusion is that this letter is from the Clough
Hotel in the city. I once lived there for some time, and I know
that they like to emboss Lavender Castle on their envelopes
and paper.”
“Do we need to call the police?” Barton blurted out.
Pacheco shook his head.
“Not for now. Let’s go to the venue to confirm the situation.
“This requires your assistance. I don’t know that partner.”
“…Alright. I’ll go with you.” Barton hesitated.
After exiting the Loen Relic Search and Preservation
Foundation and boarding a rental carriage, Barton found the
silence rather awkward. He took the initiative to ask,
“Pacheco, you’re from Backlund?”
“No.” Pacheco shook his head. “I’m from Midseashire. I just
happen to have lived in Backlund for nearly fifteen years.”
“Why did you leave Backlund? I heard that it’s the city most
suitable for lawyers to develop their career,” Barton said
casually.
Pacheco smiled and said, “But it’s also a place full of
competition.
“Alright, I was just joking. I was once a personal lawyer and
partner of Framis Cage, a steam car mogul. Later, he invested
in the Backlund Bike Company, and I began to work as the
company’s legal advisor.”
Barton was suddenly enlightened.
“Miss Audrey has a large number of shares in that company.
Did you get to know her because of that?”
“That’s right.” Pacheco sighed. “In the war, Framis
unfortunately passed away. His estate fell into dispute. As his
friend, I helped his widow and children obtain quite a large
share. As a result, I offended some people. This made my
situation in Backlund become difficult. Fortunately, Miss
Audrey extended an olive branch to me and invited me to East
Chester County to work at the foundation as deputy director of
the Compliance Department.”
With Pacheco telling him such matters, Barton felt a closer
bond with him.
He was slightly puzzled and asked, “Why did they target you?
You were just carrying out your duty as a friend and a lawyer.
“Those people should aim at the widow and children of Framis
Cage.”
Pacheco laughed self-deprecatingly and said, “I used some
inappropriate methods.
“Also, Framis has other friends to take care of his widow and
children.”
As they chatted, the rental carriage arrived at the Clough Hotel
in Stoen City.
The location of the hotel was rather good. The street was
beautiful and quiet, and they only needed to walk for ten
minutes to reach the most bustling streets in the city.
After entering the hotel and finding the boss, Pacheco asked
directly, “We’ve come to find a friend named Vernal.”
Through their casual conversation, he had already grasped the
general situation of the target.
The boss frowned in puzzlement.
“If I remember correctly, there shouldn’t be any customer here
named Vernal.”
Barton quickly added, “He’s a little taller than me, and he
looks very well-built. His nose is always very red, and his
body often reeks of alcohol…”
He described the characteristics of Vernal in detail.
The boss recalled and looked at the attendant beside him.
“There’s a guest like that,” the attendant replied immediately.
“He lives in Room 309.”
Under the attendant’s lead, Barton and Pacheco arrived outside
the room and knocked on the door.
The knocking echoed, but there was no movement inside.
Just as Barton was about to suggest calling the police again,
Pacheco suddenly bent down and picked up a white, soft tuft
of hair from the crack at the bottom of the door.
No, it wasn’t hair. It resembled the condensation of fog.
With Pacheco’s fingers touching it, it spread out and merged
into the air.
At the same time, Barton, whose spiritual perception was
slightly different from ordinary people, vaguely heard a faint
male voice:
“Tamara… Tamara…”
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Tamara… Barton ruminated over the name and wondered

what it meant.
He was no longer the same person who realized that he could
hear sounds that others couldn’t. He didn’t look around in
panic, hoping to find someone who was hiding and speaking in
a dark corner. There were no signs of him constantly being
prepared to grab a wooden pole and rushing over to strike the
person. He stood on the spot calmly, observing the reaction of
the deputy director of the Compliance Department, Pacheco.
Pacheco glanced at him and said, “Have you done any
research in the history of the Fourth Epoch?”
“A little,” Barton replied modestly.
At this moment, he didn’t pretend that he didn’t know
anything about the history of the Fourth Epoch. Firstly, his
character didn’t allow for that. Secondly, his position was a
direct result of his academic background in history. If he had
any major flaws in this field, he might be fired by the
foundation tomorrow.
Pacheco looked at the door and said, “Have you heard of the
name Tamara before?”
“I’ve heard of it.” Barton instinctively turned his head to
glance at Pacheco. “In the little-known history of the Fourth
Epoch, the name ‘Tamara’ has appeared several times, and its
frequency is only second to Tudor, Solomon, and Trunsoest.
From this, it can be determined that this represents a great
noble of some empire in the Fourth Epoch.”
After saying this, Barton paused and said, “Vernal recently
discovered some ruins from the Fourth Epoch.”
As the hotel waiter was by his side, he didn’t directly mention
that the name “Tamara” might have something to do with the
current abnormality Vernal was facing.
Pacheco didn’t respond. He turned to the hotel attendant and
said, “I’m a police officer in charge of a criminal investigation.
I suspect that the tenant in this room has encountered some
misfortune. Please open the door immediately.”
As he spoke, he took out an identification document and
showed it to the other party.
The hotel attendant was shocked and looked at the
identification carefully.
“Okay, okay. I’ll get the keys!”
As he spoke, he turned around and ran towards the staircase.
“You’re a policeman?” Barton, who was watching from the
sidelines, blurted out in shock.
Pacheco looked down at the identification in his hand and
chuckled.
“This document is 100% real. It was obtained through legal
channels.”
Why do you need to make it sound so complicated… Barton
habitually replied, “I don’t care about its authenticity. I just
want to know if you’re a police officer.”
Pacheco laughed.
“That depends on how you view it.”
This answer left Barton rather irritated, but as a typical Loen
gentleman, he knew that the other party was unwilling to give
him an answer directly, so he politely shut his mouth.
Of course, one of the reasons included the other party being
one of the deputy directors of the Compliance Department.
The two of them remained silent as the hotel owner and the
attendant returned to the third floor.
After carefully inspecting the identification document in
Pacheco’s hands and matching it to the face, the hotel owner
took out his keys and opened the door. He grumbled, “How
did something happen? Nothing was heard.”
If a high-end hotel was involved in a murder case, it would
definitely affect their image and reputation. They might even
go bankrupt.
“Don’t worry too much. Perhaps it’s just a small problem.”
Pacheco gave him some friendly consolation.
“I hope so. May the Goddess bless me.” The hotel owner
retracted his hand and tapped his chest four times in a
clockwise fashion, outlining the stars.
Then, he gently pushed the door open.
At that moment, the interior of the room seemed to connect to
the outside world. A faint smell of blood filled the air.
“Oh…” The hotel owner noticed this and could only use an
exclamation to express his disappointment and fear.
Only an environment like this can make the envelope not
stained with blood have the smell of blood… This thought
flashed through Barton’s mind immediately.
It was only then that he noticed that the furniture was neatly
arranged in the room, and there were no obvious wrinkles on
the carpet. It stood in contrast with the smell of blood.
It didn’t seem like there was a fight… A fatal shot? Barton’s
hobbies included reading popular novels, especially those that
mixed murder and love. Therefore, he had a rather rich
“experience” in such situations.
And among all the best-selling authors, the one he loved the
most was undoubtedly Fors Wall.
In the beginning, the one who bought Fors Wall’s few novels
was his wife. Barton had once read through one of them and
ended up being engrossed in it.
Of course, he wouldn’t reveal this in front of his wife. He
would always use an authoritative tone, saying, “These kinds
of novels are shallow and worthless. They’re only suitable for
killing time.”
Amidst Barton’s thoughts, Pacheco put on a pair of white
gloves and walked into the room.
After surveying the area, this experienced solicitor walked to
the desk and picked up the stack of letters with the Lavender
Castle pattern embossed on it. He said to the hotel owner and
waiter, “Do you know how many pieces there were
originally?”
“W-we d-don’t replenish them e-every day.” The attendant
looked at his boss and stuttered.
What he was trying to say was that after having the guests
living in this room rotate out a few times, he had no idea how
many letters were left when Vernal moved in.
Pacheco scoffed and shook his head. He said to Barton, who
was standing beside him, “That’s why this world needs order
and rules.
“If they used a set of strict rules, replenishing the number of
letters to a set number every time a customer checks out, we
could’ve used this to find some clues.”
“I don’t understand what you mean,” Barton answered
truthfully.
Pacheco smiled and said, “Simply put, only light can cause
shadows.
“Of course, enough chaos also means an opportunity.”
Barton nodded and said, “Yes, Emperor Roselle once said that
chaos is a staircase that leads one up.”
“No one knows if he’s the one who said that. There are too
many people in this world who don’t dare to directly express
their views, so they can only rely on the names of others,”
Pacheco casually replied.
Then, he picked up the blank piece of paper at the top and held
it against the sunlight that passed through the glass windows.
“I love dealing with people who are careless.” Pacheco
suddenly laughed.
After saying this, he put the letter back in its original position.
The next second, he took out a sharpened pencil from his
pocket and lightly scribbled it over the letter paper.
Before long, the traces of Loenese text appeared one after
another, forming several scattered sentences:
“…I’ve been targeted…
“…The ruins have traces of some religious rituals…
“…I took away the items on the altar…
“…It… It saw me!
“…No! It’s always been by my side!”
When he wrote these few sentences, the archaeologist, Vernal,
seemed to be undergoing upheavals in his mood, so he had
used plenty of force, leaving the most obvious of traces with
his pen.
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After seeing the marks on the paper, Pacheco turned his head
and said to Barton, “What happens next will be quite
complicated. I will seek the police’s help.
“And you can return to the foundation and wait for further
questioning.”
Barton, who was staring at the paper, wasn’t disappointed.
Instead, he felt relieved, and he hurriedly nodded.
“Alright.”
After reading the traces left behind by Vernal, Barton’s
intuition told him that the matter was very dangerous.
As an ordinary person, avoiding danger was an instinctive
choice.
Of course, this was also because Vernal could only be
considered one of his ordinary friends. It wasn’t worth taking a
huge risk and getting involved in this matter.
After answering, Barton turned around immediately and
walked past the hotel owner and attendant and arrived at the
street.
This time, he didn’t choose to take public transport and instead
boarded a rental carriage.
Barton’s trip outside was considered as a special matter. It was
rather urgent, and with the deputy director of the Compliance
Department to testify for him, he could make a claim for the
expenses incurred.
The difference between spending the foundation’s money and
using one’s own salary was two completely different feelings.
On the way, Barton looked at the scenery outside the window
and couldn’t help but think about Vernal’s current situation.
Is he still alive?
The room was filled with a strong stench of blood…
I hope he’s still alive. May the Lord bless him.
If he’s still alive, where will he be now?
Where…
Could it be?
There!
As his thoughts raced, Barton suddenly thought of a
possibility. He quickly instructed the coach driver to change
routes and head home.
Not long after, he returned home.
“What happened?” Barton’s wife approached him with a
surprised look.
It was still quite some time before lunch, let alone getting off
work.
Barton didn’t take off his hat or jacket. Without answering her
question, he directly asked, “Was Vernal here?”
“He came to visit you fifteen minutes ago. I told him to wait in
the study room and send Wells to the foundation to look for
you,” Barton’s wife replied honestly.
Wells was their family’s valet. And clearly, fifteen minutes
wasn’t enough for him to reach the Loen Relic Search and
Preservation Foundation.
This was what puzzled Barton’s wife the most.
“Right.” Barton nodded heavily. He hurriedly passed through
the living room, went up to the second floor, and entered the
study.
In the study room, the windows were wide open and the
curtains were slightly rolled. There was no one there.
“Vernal?” Barton shouted, but there was no answer.
He jumped out of the window and left… Barton frowned. He
looked around seriously and discovered that the books on the
bookshelf were in a mess.
It was a set of historical books that were split into three-parter
volumes.
Barton’s habit was to arrange them from right to left, and now
it was going from left to right.
He took a deep breath and quickly walked over to retrieve the
three books.
After a thorough examination, Barton found that a page in the
middle had been folded.
He quickly flipped to that page and opened a corner.
Scribbled there simply with a pencil were the words:
“The refugees of the Fourth Epoch worshiped an evil god.”
Man… Barton panicked and turned horrified. He stuffed the
book back.
Without much thought, he ran out of the study and towards the
stairs, preparing to find the deputy director of the Compliance
Department, Pacheco. He wanted to tell him about his
discovery and get him to request the police to protect his
family.
After exiting the house, Barton slowed down and considered
an important question:
Where do I go to find Pacheco?
The Clough Hotel, the Stoen police headquarters, or the
foundation?
After a brief moment of thought, Barton decided to return to
the foundation and look for other employees of the
Compliance Department.
At that moment, a rental carriage stopped outside his door as
Pacheco Dwayne alighted.
“We discovered that Vernal came to your house again,” the
deputy director of the Compliance Department explained
quickly.
Barton heaved a sigh of relief and replied without hesitation,
“Yes, but he has already left.
“However, he left some clues behind.”
After saying this, Barton led Pacheco into his own house, went
to his study, and handed him the book.
Pacheco looked at it for a while, then gently slid his finger
across the surface of the text.
Right on the heels of that, he took out the pencil he had used
previously and wrote beside Vernal’s comment.
“Call the police!”
After doing all of this, Pacheco stuffed the book back to its
original position.
However, he didn’t push the book in completely.
This way, the entire row of books had one book bulging out.
“Alright, let’s return to the foundation and have lunch. We’ll
wait for the good news from the police.” Pacheco clapped his
hands.
Barton didn’t understand the reason behind this senior
lawyer’s actions, but he didn’t ask why.
He really didn’t want to get involved in this matter. He felt that
he couldn’t bear it at all.
Barton then fabricated a few reasons to his wife before
returning to the foundation with Pacheco to begin his daily
work.
When it was tea time, he had just finished an ancient book’s
appraisal when he heard someone knocking on the door.
“We’ve got some clues. We need to go to your place,” said
Pacheco, who was wrapped in a gray scarf and standing by the
door.
“Clues?” Barton rose in surprise.
Pacheco didn’t give a direct answer. He spread out his hands
and made an inviting gesture.
Barton couldn’t refuse and went home with the other party.
“Vernal came again!” His wife clearly sensed that something
was amiss and went to the door in horror.
“It’s fine. Just some minor problems.” Barton maintained his
image as a man and consoled his wife.
When he arrived at the study, he and Pacheco discovered that,
yet again, Vernal had escaped.
“Damn it, can’t he just wait for a while?” Barton couldn’t help
but grumble.
“It’s alright.” Pacheco walked up to the bookshelf and pulled
out the book.
Clearly, Vernal had read his suggestion, as the book was
completely stuffed into the bookshelf.
“I guess I know where Vernal is.” Pacheco closed his eyes,
smiling.
Barton was stunned.
“How do you know?”
Pacheco opened his eyes and replied with a smile, “He
accepted my bribe—no, a gift. But that isn’t right either. The
most accurate description should be a suggestion.
“Of course, he might not accept it.”
With that said, the deputy director of the Compliance
Department walked past Barton and out of the study.
Barton followed behind him subconsciously, leaving his own
borough and turning into a nearby street.
At the end of the street, there was a house that had collapsed
due to a fire.
“They actually haven’t started reconstruction efforts,” Barton
whispered.
Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves again, and his
expression became a little stern.
Through the rather intact main door, he entered the half-
collapsed hall.
Black pieces of wood were strewn across the ground, blocking
the lower half of a person’s body.
The figure was wearing a brown jacket with a red nose. He
looked very stocky and was none other than the archaeologist,
Vernal.
Barton secretly exhaled and asked anxiously, “Why didn’t you
call the police?”
“They’re monitoring the police station,” Vernal replied
without a change in expression.
Barton blurted out, “Why didn’t you leave Stoen and go to
other cities to report to the police?”
“They’re monitoring the steam locomotive station,” Vernal
replied in the same tone.
Barton thought for a moment and frowned.
“You have many ways to leave Stoen. They can’t seal off a
city.”
Upon hearing this question, Vernal’s expression gradually
changed as he said with a slightly ethereal tone, “I sensed the
will of that great existence…”
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Chapter 1400 An Ordinary Person“s Daily Life 6/8

Great existence… As soon as Barton heard Vernal, certain

memories hidden deep within his heart surged out.
This made it difficult for him to contain his fear. His feet
unconsciously took a few steps back.
In that the archaeological expedition many years ago, all the
nightmares had started with similar descriptions!
Just as Barton’s body trembled and was about to turn around
and run away, the deputy director of the Compliance
Department, Pacheco Dwayne, brought up a question:
“Since you’ve already sensed the will of that great existence,
why didn’t you reconcile with the Fourth Epoch refugees who
are pursuing you?”
Vernal’s breathing suddenly became heavier, as if a faint white
fog had spewed out.
His voice also became louder.
“Their faith wasn’t accepted with their whole body and mind.
They still had some reservations!”
As Vernal spoke, a faint white fog spread out from the half-
collapsed house, emitting a strong smell of blood.
Barton seemed to come to a realization, but he wasn’t in the
mood to think.
He only wanted to leave this place and escape the danger that
was about to erupt.
However, Pacheco was rather calm. He looked at Vernal and
asked warmly, “You’ve been visiting Mr. Barton all this while,
and writing letters to the foundation. What kind of help do you
want us to provide?”
Upon hearing this, Barton was taken aback.
If it were another occasion, he would definitely imagine that
Pacheco was asking what kind of legal advice Vernal needed!
At a time like this, didn’t he only have two options? He could
either escape and report this to the police, or take out his
weapon and fire a bullet at Vernal or smack him in the head
with a pole… Barton was full of doubts about Pacheco’s way
of handling things.
With faint white fog lingering at the tip of his nose, and with
his eyes that were glowing with gray light, Vernal didn’t show
any resistance to this kind of exchange. His expression became
solemn as he replied in a dignified tone, “Two things:
“First, bring this item to the suburbs and return in the
evening.”
While speaking, Vernal threw a glass bottle with a slender
neck.
The glass bottle seemed to be very sturdy. Even when it fell to
the ground, it didn’t seem damaged at all despite hitting a
rock.
Its interior was filled with pale white, thin, almost illusory fog.
At that moment, Barton acutely sensed that the body of this
deputy director of the Compliance Department had stiffened a
little, as though he had sensed something unusual.
Vernal didn’t observe their reactions and continued,
“Secondly, when you are searching for ancient artifacts, help
me find similar items.”
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper and spread it open.
There was a strange-looking lamp on the paper. It was like a
tiny water flask that had a candlewick extend out of its mouth.
“…No problem.” After two seconds of silence, Pacheco
replied in a low voice, one different from his previous tone.
“That’s good. Haha, don’t you think that our encounter was a
coincidence?” Then Vernal tossed the piece of paper aside and
leaped up high onto the half-collapsed building.
He was like a baboon as he nimbly climbed up and jumped,
quickly disappearing from Barton’s and Pacheco’s sights.
“What are we going to do next…” Barton turned to look at the
deputy director of the Compliance Department.
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped. He
realized that Pacheco was still standing there, breathing
heavily.
In addition to that, Pacheco’s body was covered with thick
black fur. His muscles swelled up, causing the black coat to
tighten.
… Monster… Monster… Barton’s eyes widened as if he
wanted to see clearly Pacheco’s current appearance.
In the blink of an eye, the abnormality on Pacheco vanished.
He let out a long breath and said, “We’ll wait here.”
“…Do you need to pick them up?” Barton pointed at the bottle
and paper on the ground.
The corners of Pacheco’s mouth twitched as he said, “You can
pick it up.
“But you have to keep a distance from me later.”
Barton blurted out, “Will the fog in that glass bottle affect
you?”
“There are things that even if you can’t be certain about, it’s
best to not rashly attempt them.” Pacheco still didn’t give a
direct answer.
It’s really tiring to communicate with him… After pondering
for a while, Barton took a few steps forward and stopped in
front of the bottle and paper.
Just as he bent down to grab the two items, his eyes suddenly
lit up with a weak light.
Immediately after, a pair of boots appeared before his eyes.
The front of one of the boots was curled up high. The other
was similar to the rounded-top boots that were popular
nowadays, as though they belonged to two different people.
Barton’s heart tightened. He suddenly straightened his body
and looked forward.
There was a lady standing opposite him.
This lady was wearing clothes that could be considered as two
dresses. One side was complex, and the other was simple. One
side was colorful, and the other side pure black.
This asymmetrical attire made Barton flare up instinctively. He
wanted to tear off her clothes and give her a normal dress and
a pair of normal boots.
This impulsiveness didn’t contain any trace of a male’s desire
to harm women. It was purely because of his disgust and
repugnant feeling towards such a sense of aesthetics.
After enduring the discomfort, Barton cast his gaze at the
lady’s head.
She had a pretty face, a high nose bridge, full lips, and a pair
of dark gray eyes that were rarely seen. She looked to be in her
twenties.
Barton didn’t feel any amazement. Instead, he felt that the
lady’s appearance was rather strange.
After a few seconds, he finally understood the reason.
The lady’s face was devoid of expression, unlike a real person.
It was closer to a wax statue.
“Vernal has already left.” The deputy director of the
Compliance Department, Pacheco, seemed to have completely
recovered and took the initiative to speak.
The lady’s gaze swept across the bottle and paper in Barton’s
hand.
“What does he want you to do?”
“Bring this bottle to the suburbs and return only in the
evening. Also, we are to help him find the item drawn on the
paper,” Pacheco answered frankly, putting on an attitude as
though he was unwilling to be the lady’s enemy.
The lady nodded and said, “Give me the bottle.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Barton seemed to have
heard an order that couldn’t be disobeyed. He instinctively
threw the thin-necked bottle in his hand at the other party.
Pacheco seized this opportunity and asked, “You’re a member
of the Tamara family?”
The lady caught the bottle and looked down.
“I didn’t expect anyone to remember us.”
Pacheco replied with a smile, “In truth, from the end of the
Fourth Epoch until now, there have always been active
members of the Tamara family, but there are very few of them.
“Have you heard of the Theosophy Order?”
“They are them. We are us,” the lady answered simply before
her body rapidly faded away and vanished.