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Chapter 876: The Patient

876 The Patient

Lumian knew that the figure before him was Amon. Although Amon's appearance differed somewhat from Monette and the other Amons, the monocle over his right eye and his overall demeanor and aura unmistakably confirmed his identity.

But why was Amon here? And why did he call himself Termiboros?

Lumian clearly saw those silver and black beams of light emerging from within himself, from the shattered seal of Mr. Fool. How did they transform into Amon?

This was why Lumian had frozen in place earlier.

Could it be that during their previous encounters, Amon had secretly bypassed Mr. Fool's seal, hidden inside him, and replaced Termiboros?

If so, what had Mr. Fool's seal actually been for?

Despite his shock and confusion, Lumian suppressed these emotions because he had more urgent matters to attend to.

He stood up, ready to pick up the Sword of Courage and use the Mirror Traversal ability of the Black Tear to reach Franca, Jenna, and the others, to help them fight Higdon.

Meanwhile, Voisin Sanson and Harrison stood frozen like statues.

Amon, who claimed to be Termiboros, raised His hand to stop Lumian.

He glanced at the transparent boundary showing the battle between Franca, the others, and Higdon, and smiled, saying, "I've fixed their fate for the next ten minutes so they won't die. You still have some time. As for what happens after ten minutes, that's up to your choices."

Lumian refocused on Amon, removing the Black Tear forehead accessory and tucking it into the separate space within his Traveler's Bag to prevent any further negative effects. In a low voice, he asked, "What choices?"

Without waiting for Amon's response, he couldn't help but ask another question, "When did you become Termiboros?"

As he spoke, Lumian temporarily put away the Devil's Whispers bone ring.

Amon's lips curled slightly. "A long, long time ago. By the time you first learned that name, Termiboros was already me."

At this, the former King of Angels' smile took on a hint of mockery.

"In that dream in Cordu Village, the Warlock symbolized the power of inevitability. The Warlock's death and burial in the tomb symbolized the loss of the true owner of that power-the real Termiboros. The owl guarding the tomb and the Warlock's body symbolized an outsider seeking this power. The other you, accompanying the owl, symbolized the inherent depravity within everyone.

"Pallez couldn't even decipher this, yet he calls himself a Cryptologist? Just because I changed my symbolic form, He couldn't recognize me?

"Has he already begun aging prematurely at such a young age?"

Lumian didn't know who Pallez was, but he understood the implications of Amon's explanation.

The first time he had heard about depravity was from a Secrets Suppliant. That knowledge came with the potion. The second time was in the honorific name of the True Creator worshiped by the Aurora Order.

And Amon had a very close relationship with that individual.

This meant the True Creator's influence on the Cordu incident was much deeper than Lumian had imagined. It wasn't just a matter of sending a few lizard-like elves to nudge events along!

Rage that even an Ascetic couldn't suppress burned within Lumian. He squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat, "Was the Cordu disaster the plan formulated by you two?"

Amon pinched His right eye's monocle, not directly answering Lumian's question.

He pulled a piece of paper from the void and read it in the tone of a report, "Patient: Lumian Lee, male, claims to be born on September 26, 1340, a native of Cordu in Riston Province, Intis Republic.

"Diagnosis: Strong self-destructive tendencies, loss of ability to respond to others' emotions.

"Cause Analysis: Experiences as a street urchin made the patient distrustful of his surroundings, developing habits of self-neglect to survive, abandoning certain societal morals. Aurore Lee's care, sympathy, love, supervision, and interdependent life helped the patient initially heal from that phase, reestablishing social connections and gradually becoming a normal person.

"The disaster at Cordu Village and Aurore's death shattered the patient's rebuilt life, bringing more severe pain and despair, making him afraid to desire or respond to others' emotions, fearing loss again, thus fostering strong self-destructive tendencies.

"First Phase Treatment Plan:

"Step 1: Emphasize the possibility of Aurore Lee's resurrection to give the patient motivation to live.

"Step 2: Arrange for the patient to stay at the Auberge du Coq Doré in the Trier market district, where many people at the bottom of society can effectively evoke the patient's empathy.

"Step 3: Force the patient to form connections with Celia Bello and others through events, preparing to rebuild social connections.

"Step 4: Use the undercover mission in the Iron and Blood Cross Order to make the patient meet Franca Roland. Franca Roland's background is similar to Aurore's, and her cheerful personality can effectively lower the psychological walls the patient has built, making her the most important candidate for re-establishing social connections.

"Step 5: Coordinate with the Tarot Club's Justice and Susie for treatment, reasonably allowing certain events to happen to aid in improving psychological conditions:

"Early Stage: Use the patient's sympathy for the unemployed Charlie and the street girls Ethans allow his help to yield positive results, giving him positive feedback.

"Mid Stage: Ensure the patient encounters Celia Bello after setbacks, receiving companionship and comfort, and using the self-indulgent yet unintentional behavior he chooses to relieve accumulated emotions.

"Late Stage: Bring inevitable events forward at the most appropriate time, with some events potentially occurring before mid-stage treatment:

"These include:

"1. Susanna Mattise targeting Charlie again, having the Bliss Society abduct him to Underground Trier. This would allow the patient to vaguely sense the Sufferer's presence, feel anger, and through these events, strengthen his connections with Franca, Celia, and Charlie, initially rebuilding social ties;

"2. The madman Flameng, whose situation most resembles the patient's, hangs himself after losing all hope and motivation for life despite the patient's help. This strongly resonates with the patient, giving him a huge shock, triggering his rebellious spirit and stubbornness;

"3. Scavenger Ruhr, unfortunately getting affected by the indiscriminate influence of cultists, contracts a severe illness. The patient's efforts to help end in failure, with Ruhr's wife, Michel, losing hope and choosing to indulge once by having a hearty meal and singing loudly before hanging herself at dawn. This similar fate and predestined outcome thoroughly ignite the patient's emotions, making him want to fight against the unfairness of fate, wanting to challenge everything.

"4. The explosion at the chemical plant where Celia Bello's mother worked, acting as the final catalyst.

"First Phase Treatment Result: The patient's self-destructive tendencies significantly reduced, re-established social connections, regained some motivation to live, and can now handle more events."

As Amon read the "report" in an even tone, Lumian felt his heart sink, growing colder with each word.

It was like being doused with cold water as a street urchin, the chill spreading from his head to his toes, extinguishing all his hope and pride like a candle flame.

His indignation, his rebellion against fate-all of them seemed like a joke, shattered into pieces and ground into the dirt by those in power.

At this moment, Lumian felt completely numb.

Half of him burned with uncontrollable anger and the self-destructive urge to drag the report writer to death with him. The other half once again felt the despair and pain from when Aurore had pushed him away to face death alone.

Amon finally finished reading the first phase treatment report and looked at Lumian with a smile, seemingly waiting for a response.

Lumian's body hunched slightly, and his voice erupted from the depths of his soul, filled with agony, "Why? Why me?"

Amon smiled and said, "The Fool's aura and Aurore's foolish choice made you a good test subject, capable of bearing many things and verifying the initial experimental results.

"That's one reason. The other is if you truly self-destruct, won't my role as Termiboros be exposed? How can I deceive those outside and make Them place heavy bets?

"Only by slowly absorbing and digesting Termiboros' Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics within The Fool's seal and changing pathways will it be most hidden and least likely to be discovered."

Lumian's mind was in chaos, his emotions exploding, even the Conspirer's abilities were hard to use. He could only ask instinctively, "In that large ceremony with the padre, did not only Termiboros descend but also you? Did you intentionally seal yourself with the injured Termiboros into my body?"

Amon nodded lightly and smiled. "Thanks to your gifts, it helped me open the return path and gave me such a present."

Lumian fell silent, involuntarily breathing heavily as if the air here was too thin, and he had to force himself to breathe deeply. "Previously, the Sufferer hidden around me, who was it?"

Amon shook His head. "Haven't you guessed it yet? You should have heard His name, the Angel of Fate, Ouroboros."

The Angel of Fate, Ouroboros... Lumian was stunned, but it seemed to make sense.

This was the King of Angels who had once followed the Ancient Sun God and was currently serving the True Creator as mentioned by Mr. K during his preaching.

Lumian instinctively gritted his teeth, his voice squeezing out through the gaps, "Did you have a chance to save Aurore back then?"

Amon smiled. "Do you want to hear the answer?"

He glanced at the paper in His hand, seemingly preparing to read new content that might contain all the answers.

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    Thirsty Philosopher
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    What if, having restored the power of the true double god, Amun stole the chapters of the book from us so that we would not reveal his essence as a Sinner ahead of time and give a wave in the spirit world with this information, thereby warning the outer deities?
    Fortunately, the Purple_Emperor's authority in the field of theft is higher than that of Amun
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      purple_emperor
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      Amon may have stolen the chapters, but it was just a matter of absurd fate to cause the chapters to eventually be given here.

      By making the chapters appear much earlier, the fate of the readers were saved through Redemption. And yet, they turned into a Sufferer in the end. I wonder why? satisfied
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        Error404
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        Each new chapter just will increase waiting time for another chapter, it's endless circle. The Circle of Inevitability.
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    IzuChukwu
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    Can we expect to see Klein in the next volume...?
    That's the only thing I'm looking forward to right now.

    Amon switched Pathways, does that mean he's trying to take COI place...?
    Fate Pryer + Dancer Pathway are "suspected" neighbouring Pathways to "Monster."
    I was hoping Will Auceptin becomes a Great Old One too. sigh

    The end of every volume brings new questions.
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      Req
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      Next volume is called Dream Weaver, so yes, Klein will wake up quite soon
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    SoapAbuser
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    Bruh 2 new chapters yet no updates to the unprivileged.
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      Error404
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      We are ahead of Non privilege, it was 7-8 chapters ahead at start, now should be 4-5.
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        SoapAbuser
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        I mean 2 new chapters were added to the privileged but no updates on the unprivileged we are still stuck on 876.
        Bro if you have privileged can you please copy the new chapters for us
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          Error404
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          That's what i am saying, we are ahead of non privilege, in non privilege the chapter that come was chapter 873, we are still 3 chapters ahead in this site.
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            SoapAbuser
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            Oh there is another website ahead of non prev too its called novel bin
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    Kiber
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    Вроде сегодня должны быть главы, или я ошибаюсь?
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      HarweeS
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      Сегодня начинают выходить привилегированные главы, обычные будут где-то с четверга (те, что уже кидал purple_emperor)
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      nomoresense
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      Сегодня выходят главы нового тома, для того сайта нужно ждать ещё 4 дня. По главам привилегий мы обогнали на 3 дня.
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    GenericUser837
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    For convenience, I'll be copy pasting purple emperors chaps onto pastebin for easier reading.
    They cut off at the end for me, so I assume they do for other as well.
    I've edited them so they can be copied and read at size 18 on notepad.
    Here's the first one: pastebin / AvfeV06j
    Fill in the rest of the address yourself lol.
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      GenericUser837
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      878: NdzsnCcj
      879: 3AG4HJ2A
      880: Uy4uqd07
      881: vFuvq6UQ
      882: 52nUfEQQ
      883: PaBtXMmD
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        GenericUser837
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        Forgot, 884: XTJQ1M2d

        The correct syntax for those lazy is: https :// pastebin . com / (codes)
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    Narutoclone1853
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    Adam is HIM,He's the Sigma,the chad the top G
    God Almighty
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      Kochan
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      I'm honestly tired of Adam outsmarting absolutely everyone. From readers perspective this might be unexpected, but ODs should be well aware of Sinner abilities, about who Amon is and was and possibly related rituals. The moment Fool woke up for a second and ruined the ritual they should've been at least a little sus of Termiboros, at least play it safe and say to not unseal him before vortex is over, or to not include in the vortex at all. Aren't they supposed to be the unfathomable Cosmic Gods, ancient entities some of whom existed since the creation of the universe, the cause of the Apocalypse, aren't they supposed to be extremely threatening? After this volume, they are just not.
      Adam has envisioned this story already, nobody is smart enough to fight his plans.
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        Error404
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        There are many problems that you didn't talked about.
        1st :- How could OD know about Amon taking Termi? They didn't even know he left the planet.
        2nd :- They are outside the barrier and don't know about most of things happening inside.
        3rd :- Who would have expected Adam to directly target one of OD?.
        4th :- Amon was unsealed cause Adam manipulated Voisin.
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          Thirsty Philosopher
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          Likewise, Amun himself had limited power over the lower ones in the sequence for all this, because he had replaced Thermiboros. At the same time, his power to steal thoughts from followers was also likely used. Well, one of the strongest manipulators of fate, Ouroboros, looked after everything to happen. It's a global plan that took perhaps more than six years, built on a random opportunity.
          A real author can work with any story, so it is not surprising that the Greatest Spectator was able to organize it all in such a way.
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          Kochan
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          I don't want to argue to much about how logical the plot is, I think the development is reasonable ENOUGH, and I would have 0 problems with it if not for the role that ODs play in the story. The Apocalypse seems even more like a joke. ODs failed to achieve anything significant in 2 books (even the couple of kind of significant stuff happened off-screen and had little consequences), and their biggest plan yet failed spectacularly. So much for an existential threat.

          I never said they had to "know" Amon is Termi, they just needed to be more paranoid and play it safe. They should know that the moment Termiboros appears on Earth He would be the target of Amon. For Adam it means getting a quasi-True God of 2 pathways on His side even if only with Klein's approval. He will be willing to invest a lot of resources to make Amon replace Him.
          3) Like most of their other plans weren't thwarted to the ground.

          It seems to me they could have similarly "reasonably enough" thwart Adam plan as well, or at least minimase the damage. And if it was really unreasonably difficult, perhaps because I'm really underestimating Visionary ability, or their influence on Earth is really so small they can hardly control what their key Saint-level believers are doing, then... what are they even doing there? They should not send more Angels on Earth to give Adam characteristics. And before He ascends to a Pillar - they should just scatter and hide in Cosmos.
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            Error404
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            First of all they are Great Old Ones, for them even True Gods are nothing, before this they might not even though of that bunch of Ants might take down one of them, second of all in LoTM you need both strength and Intelligence to survive, you can't only have one, for Demigods, a seq 5 is nothing much, same for an Angel, a seq 3 is not that strong, all of OD believers are seq 3 and below, and this bunch of seq 3 are targeted by a Seq 0 Visionary, what secret can they have? What plan can they come up with? If an actual healthy Angel was overseeing this ritual, things might have gone different.
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              Thirsty Philosopher
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              Literally two attempts to introduce any tangible forces in the form of Angels were interrupted due to the mass of victims and the grandiose preparation for passing through the Barrier of the First (which still requires such enormous efforts to introduce a small particle of influence). At the same time, the influence of those deities who may partially ignore the influence of the barrier is significant, but their groups are also controlled. All Sects with a maximum of 4s, this is a preparation for the summoning of real powers.
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    Error404
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    Thanks @purple_emperor, now for us update will start next monday.
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      MysteriousAttendant
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      After received a Redemption, now we'll become a Sufferer once again 😭
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        Error404
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        We really used Sinner ability and goes back in past, the time of mess released, but it's also reset our 1 week long suffering, this is suffering of our sin, the sin of reading privilege while having no money.4
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          MysteriousAttendant
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          Yeah, we can only hope that great heroes like @purple_emperor willing to kindly bestow us Sinner another chance of Redemption lol cat
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    purple_emperor
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    Chapter 884: The Future He Proclaimed

    As the Blasphemy Slate in front of Amon rose up, the white mist corroding Roselle and Genie suddenly reacted, trying to break free and retreat back to the endless cosmos. But Roselle forcibly "held" it down, only allowing it to withdraw bit by bit.

    Similarly, the pale golden Genie struggled desperately, trying to dive back into the Magic Wishing Lamp through the spout, but Roselle gave Him no such opportunity, firmly binding Him in front using the white mist and azure light.

    Roselle turned His head to look down at the Black Emperor mausoleum, Distorting the distinction between inside and outside, and gave His eldest daughter Bernadette a smile that was both pained and satisfied.

    He called out loudly, "Enjoy this world for me for a while!"

    "Dad!" Queen Mystic Bernadette cried out, her cheeks glistening with tears.

    Roselle said no more, turning His gaze back and standing upright.

    He continued to resist the retraction of the white mist, tightly gripping Genie, then raised His chin and said to Amon in an authoritative and firm voice, "Do it."

    Amon's monocle on His right eye instantly lit up with a strange radiance. He pressed down with both hands, causing the floating Blasphemy Slate before Him to heavily smash towards the pale golden Genie and Roselle who was "embracing" Genie.

    The chaotic seawater encompassing all colors and possibilities transformed into a torrent, surging over mightily.

    Drawn by this, the ball of white mist representing the vortex ritual, along with Perle, the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess, and the miniature crimson moon inside it, also rushed rapidly towards Genie and Roselle.

    At this moment, within the vortex's white mist, a previously unexpanded point of light rapidly enlarged, revealing a dim and dark scene that seemed to correspond to both Fourth Epoch Trier and some unknown place.

    From this scene, a delicate, slender, and beautiful white hand suddenly reached out, grabbing the distorted arm of the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess, and swiftly dragged this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact into its own light point. Both disappeared into the deep, blackish gloom.

    Affected by the completion of this transaction, the miniature crimson moon formed by the Great Mother's corruption instantly arrived before the light point where a blurred figure was suspended, about to permeate into it.

    Amon was fully utilizing loopholes while also having to control that Blasphemy Slate and maintain its stability, so He could only barely spare a bit of attention to interfere.

    He couldn't prevent the disappearance of the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess, only causing the miniature crimson moon to autonomously crumble and dissipate by nearly half.

    The remaining miniature crimson moon drilled into the corresponding light point, entering the blurred human figure suspended in midair.

    That figure wrapped in bandages, thorns, and roses suddenly had its belly swell up enormously, with obvious cracks appearing. From these crevices, arms covered in black tar-like liquid and protruding with scarlet eyeballs, skull heads, and mouths with teeth and tongues suddenly stretched out, tearing at the blurred figure's abdomen. 2

    The next second, the white mist representing the vortex ritual covered the pale golden Genie, with all the light points within simultaneously extinguishing.

    Genie cursed frantically and silently, but could only watch helplessly as the chaotic torrent encompassing all colors and possibilities surged towards Him along with the mottled, ancient, and gray stone tablet.

    He was instantly submerged.

    His body composed of pale golden viscous lamplight quickly disintegrated, reverting to tiny golden fragments.

    These fine, pure gold light points were rapidly washed away and eliminated by the chaotic torrent, leaving not a trace behind.

    In the blink of an eye, only an extremely dim blue-tinged white light remained of Genie.

    This light, not completely decomposed by the chaotic torrent, pathetically shrank back into the golden Magic Wishing Lamp.

    At this point, Roselle no longer needed to restrain Genie, nor did He need to arduously maintain the close connection between Himself and the Uncertain Mist.

    He looked at the chaotic torrent surging before Him, raised His chin again, and opened His arms, as if an emperor embracing His own world.

    In an instant, the chaotic torrent encompassing all colors and possibilities submerged Roselle's figure as well.

    This resurrected Black Emperor's body quickly disintegrated, rapidly becoming ethereal.

    "Dad..." Bernadette in the mausoleum below called out once more, but this time her voice was very low, like sleep-talking.

    Almost simultaneously, outside the barrier, the white mist covering a certain planet suddenly contracted to its core, as if directly struck by the second Blasphemy Slate along with the chaotic torrent, revealing the weathered earth and dried-up seabed once again.

    Immediately after, uncertain, dense white mist spread out again, with indescribable sounds echoing throughout the cosmos.

    This caused even the extremely bright astral world to be covered by thin mist, making the entire world dim and dark.

    The next second, the white mist, whose size and state were indescribable, detached from the previous planet.

    That planet shattered silently, with various rocks and gasses ejecting outwards in waves,

    Then, a chaotic sense encompassing all colors appeared on the surface of the dense, uncertain, and unviewable white mist.

    It suddenly shrank, rapidly disappearing into the depths of the endless, dead, and dark cosmos.



    On the streets of Trier, citizens saw the mist in the sky gradually dissipate, and the sun returned to normal-neither bright enough to blind human eyes nor dim as if at dusk.

    The series of strange events that had just occurred were not forgotten by them, and the voice proclaiming "Emperor has returned" still lingered in their hearts.

    "What exactly is happening to this world?" Many citizens had similar questions.

    With these doubts and lingering fear, they turned their gaze to newsstands and nearby cathedrals.

    On this day, mystical magazines like Psychic, Arcane, and Lotus sold out in Trier, Whether it was the Eternal Blazing Sun's cathedrals, God of Steam and Machinery's cathedrals, or The Fool's cathedral, all were packed with people.

    Similarly, in cities large and small across the Northern and Southern Continents, like Backlund and Port Pylos, corresponding magazines were in short supply, and every cathedral was filled with believers.



    Above the primitive island, Amon descended to a height level with the top of the Black Emperor mausoleum.

    He looked at Queen Mystic Bernadette, who had just walked out of the mausoleum, and said in a deliberately indifferent tone, "For sixty years, the Uncertain Mist will not be able to come again. There will be one less danger to face at the time of the apocalypse.
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      purple_emperor
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      "And as long as no new Black Emperor is born, as long as the order of human society has not completely collapsed, or this mausoleum has not been completely destroyed, Roselle will be able to resurrect from nothingness after a hundred years.

      At that time, with three types of corruption on Him, He will achieve a basic balance and be able to maintain basic humanity and clarity."

      At this point, Amon laughed and changed His tone. "This is the future He claims, and also His promise to you."

      Without waiting for Bernadette to respond, Amon grabbed at the air and tossed a crown inlaid with many dark gems that had just appeared, along with the Magic Wishing Lamp, to Queen Mystic.

      "As a guarantee of the promise, the Black Emperor's Uniqueness shall be given to you.

      "As long as you don't die, no new Black Emperor will appear."

      Bernadette caught the dimly glowing crown and said in a low voice, "I hope the future He claims will inevitably unfold."

      Amon pinched the monocle on His right eye and chuckled softly.

      "This is not something I can answer on His behalf. Anyway, I've received my payment, and the ritual was completed just now."

      As soon as He finished speaking, Amen, who no longer had the status of a true god, languidly took back the Blasphemy Slate and three other rays of light, disappearing into midair.



      In front of the destroyed bloody altar.

      After the world's darkness and mist at high altitudes retreated, Madam Magician cast her gaze towards the western sky.

      As an Angel closely connected to the spirit world, she had already learned from the spirit world about what had just happened and the fate of her Minor Arcana cards.

      "What's wrong?" Miss Justice asked.

      Madam Magician's expression was very complex, and her tone carried a slight sigh.

      "That evil god who preached in the name of Truth has suffered a heavy blow and must sleep for decades.

      "This is good news. There's one less major danger for humanity to face during the apocalypse, and there won't be any Brokers running around making connections before the apocalypse.

      "But Emperor Roselle has perished because of this. He may only have a chance to resurrect and return after a hundred years, and also..."

      Madam Magician didn't continue.

      Ma'am Hermit, who had lifted her hearing seal, and other Major Arcana card holders like Miss Justice and Madam Judgment also had rather complex expressions.



      In a room five or six meters high in the New City of Silver.

      Lumian had already brought Franca, Jenna, Anthony, and the subsequently recovered Ludwig, Lugano, and others to this place that could guarantee their safety.

      Looking at Lumian with his black hair scattered and delicate features, Franca wanted to tease him a bit, but felt that his mood wasn't quite right.

      She had always known that Lumian had considered switching to the Demoness pathway. For faster advancement, as long as he maintained his sense of self, he could completely switch back to the Hunter pathway later and become a man again. So Franca originally thought Lumian had made the decision to switch to Demoness this time to deal with the dangerous situation, but after careful observation, she felt it wasn't like that.

      If it had been his own choice, Lumian wouldn't have hidden suppression and pain under his calmness!

      Thinking of this, Franca glanced at the sky outside that had returned to azure, and deliberately said, "The vortex event seems to have ended. Very good, very good. The apocalypse didn't come, this world wasn't destroyed, and we're all still alive!"

      As long as we're still alive, there's still hope!

      Jenna also pondered for a moment before asking Lumian, "Do you want a change of clothes?"

      Lumian looked at the two Demonesses and Anthony, then at Ludwig who was eating frantically without caring that his godfather had become a woman, and Lugano who occasionally stole glances at him. He said in a slightly low voice, "I'll explain the specifics later. I'm going somewhere now."

      "By yourself?" Jenna asked.

      Lumian nodded gently.

      Franca didn't try to persuade him. She took out a black cloak she had bought when disguising as a Witch from the Traveler's Bag and threw it to Lumian.

      Lumian put on the cloak and activated the black mark on his right shoulder.

      He teleported to a deep valley where an ancient church stood, its surface water-black and carved with human skulls.

      This was the first cathedral built by the Aurora Order for that True Creator.

      Lumian entered this deep black church, walking step by step to the huge black cross inside. Along the way, there were no human presences, nor any unknown things blocking him. After stopping, Lumian, wearing the black cloak, looked at the male deity statue hanging upside down on the cross. His gaze moved from the rusty iron nails piercing the deity's body and the fresh red blood rendered around them, all the way down to the face where all features were blurred except for the eyes, which were very clear, tightly closed, as if bearing all pain and guilt.

      After staring for a few seconds, Lumian said in a low voice with a hint of magnetism, "One day, I will truly walk before you and tell you my answer."

      After saying this, Lumian in his black cloak turned around and walked towards the outside of the cathedral.

      At the same time, incandescent fireballs shot out from around him, flying towards different parts of this cathedral, flying towards the male deity statue hanging upside down on the black cross.

      Rumble!

      Pillars collapsed inside the cathedral, windows shattered, and corners were set ablaze.

      Rumble!

      The huge black cross was blasted to pieces, and the inverted statue crashed down, smashing into many fragments on the ground.

      The statue's head separated from its neck, rolling a few times and becoming covered in dust.

      Its face happened to face towards the silhouette of Lumian walking through the collapsing cathedral and raging flames, his black hair and cloak fluttering. The eyes remained tightly closed, as if bearing all pain and guilt.

      God loves the world.

      (End of Volume-Demoness)
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        HarweeS
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        I can't thank you enough. What an incredible ending!
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        What a godly ending! But I think it's weird that TL still refer Lumian as a he instead of she lol. Hopefully he'll change this in the next volume..
        Thanks to you, All of my suppressed feeling are finally vented! All hail to the purple_emperor!
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        Praise purple_emperor!
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          Sequence 0 - Purple Emperor. Sequence 9 - Pirate
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            Excuse you, my Sequence 9 is Fantasizer haha cheerful cheerful
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        Да благословит Вас Дурак! Спасибо вам многоуважаемый император за эти главы, я как раз сейчас перечитываю Повелителя тайн(3 раз) hokage
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    Chapter 883: The Poor Genie

    After receiving those two items, Bernadette had fully remembered what she and the former Angel of Imagination, now the True Creator–Adam–were cooperating on.

    Now, it was the final step of this transaction. The gray stone tablet she held in her hand was the second Blasphemy Slate transformed from the remains of the Ancient Sun God, the predecessor of the True Creator, recording the names, potion formulas, and related rituals for each Sequence of the twenty-two paths of the divine!

    Bernadette originally didn't want to push the transaction to this step, hoping to resolve the corruption issue on her father's body before this, thereby ending the vortex ritual, but ultimately, she had to face the current situation.

    Many of her efforts had failed, and several of her backup plans either didn't have time to take effect, or lost their effect because she was restricted by her father in the mausoleum and unable to leave. She could only hope that the proclaimed inevitable outcome would come to pass.

    Bernadette raised both hands, pushing the Magic Wishing Lamp and the second Blasphemy Slate towards midair.

    The moment He saw these two items, Emperor Roselle fully understood all of True Creator Adam's arrangements and ultimate purpose.

    He reached out His hand, distorting the distance between the Magic Wishing Lamp and Himself, making it fall directly into His palm.

    The Blasphemy Slate first disappeared, then appeared in the hands of Amon, who was wearing a black pointed soft hat.

    Holding the Magic Wishing Lamp, Roselle smiled calmly at Amon and said, "Now that I am the true Black Emperor, and deeply corrupted by the Uncertain Mist, I indeed might be able to do something with this Magic Wishing Lamp and the Genie inside it as a medium."

    "It's not 'might', it's 'certainly'," Amon adjusted the monocle on His right eye, smiling as He corrected.

    Roselle didn't say more. Holding the Magic Wishing Lamp, He half-closed His eyes, extending His consciousness to this golden object.

    This brought along some of the white mist that had begun to erode His consciousness.

    Vaguely, Roselle seemed to see another barrier standing between heaven and earth.

    That barrier was wrapped in thin grayish-white fog, its specific appearance indiscernible.

    Soon, Roselle sensed a gap in the grayish-white fog, on that invisible barrier, but couldn't lock onto it.

    At this moment, Amon pressed His right hand against the crystal monocle wedged in His eye socket.

    That monocle suddenly lit up with a brilliance that seemed to illuminate the entire world.

    Roselle's consciousness, preliminarily combined with the Uncertain Mist's corruption, instantly floated into the corresponding gap.

    A haze immediately appeared before His "eyes".

    Deep within that swirling smoke seemed to be hidden thirty-three layers of sky, each layer with numerous buildings faintly visible.

    Roselle's consciousness quickly ascended, arriving at the highest layer of sky, coming to a majestic and grand palace.

    He "saw" an incredibly enormous imperial figure, "saw" that the figure's face was masked by strings of jade, and beneath the jade strings seemed to be nothing, a void.

    Roselle inexplicably felt that this enormous imperial figure was very similar to Himself, born from the same source, yet encompassing Him. A close connection was quickly established between the two.

    This connection swiftly eroded Roselle's consciousness, yet was blocked by the corruption of the Uncertain Mist. They both merged and opposed each other.

    Roselle momentarily regained some clarity.

    A flash of inspiration struck Him, and using that close connection, He lowered His stance and said in His true mother tongue, "Imperial brother, please lend me your strength!”

    That emperor with a face shielded by jade strings attached to a tall oriental crown suddenly stood up.

    Behind Him, several similar imperial figures appeared, these figures each with different external appearances, but similarly with faces covered in jade strings, lacking faces, a complete void.

    At the same time, all thirty-three layers of the sky deep within the haze lit up, revealing magnificent buildings and sacred figures.

    Roselle's vision was instantly filled with azure light.

    His consciousness suddenly returned to the Black Emperor divine body, seeing bursts of azure light erupting from within, dispersing and dissolving the white mist that had deeply eroded Him. Yet as time passed, the azure light and white mist began to show signs of merging in some places.

    During this process, the Uncertain Mist did not withdraw its white mist. On the one hand, this was due to the barrier's obstruction and the influence of the True Creator and Amon; on the other hand, the Uncertain Mist was following its own chaotic madness, following its instinctive desires and cravings, wanting to truly merge with the azure light.

    Roselle increasingly felt as if He was another facet of the Uncertain Mist, the connection established between Them through the white mist quickly becoming unusually solid.

    At this point, even if the Uncertain Mist wanted to recall that white mist, it couldn't be done instantly, requiring some time, unless Roselle agreed.

    The ball of white mist from the vortex ritual involuntarily rose, flying towards Roselle's body. This terrified Perle, who was currently only able to survive with the help of this mist, while the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess and the miniature crimson moon in the mist both stopped advancing, standing still.

    Roselle once again cast His gaze towards Amon, who was holding the Blasphemy Slate, and said with some emotion, "As expected of a Visionary..."

    To dare to imagine this, to dare to arrange this!

    Amon's previous answer had confirmed Roselle's initial and boldest guess was correct.

    The true purpose of the True Creator using the vortex ritual was to deal with the Uncertain Mist, that great existence peering at the current world!

    Normally, even if that True Creator and the six true gods in the astral world put aside Their grudges and fully cooperated, They couldn't accomplish such a thing, at most forcing the Uncertain Mist to retreat. But now, He had used the vortex ritual, used the Uncertain Mist's craving for the Black Emperor true god, allowing the Uncertain Mist to establish a firm and close connection with Himself, making Himself increasingly similar to the Uncertain Mist, thus creating a certain opportunity.

    Of course, the so-called opportunity certainly wasn't to use this connection to transfer power over and directly attack the Uncertain Mist; that wouldn't lead to a very good effect. But in the mystical world, there were some underlying rules that could be exploited, many ways to defeat powerful existences by harming the weak, which was the basis of many curses.
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      As this thought flashed, Roselle began to rub His fingers over the golden surface of the Magic Wishing Lamp, covered in mysterious and complex symbols, muttering, "Genie!”

      The wick at the spout suddenly ignited, emitting light that looked like viscous water, spurting upwards to form a blurred and distorted pale golden figure.

      As soon as that pale golden figure appeared, He turned His head, about to dive back into the Magic Wishing Lamp, but the white mist and azure light eroding Roselle's Black Emperor divine body suddenly split off a large portion, like a bear smelling honey or a vampire placed next to a pool of fresh, healthy blood, violently surging around this pale golden figure, binding it layer upon layer, as if submerging it.

      Genie twisted and struggled desperately, trying to escape this predicament and shrink back into the Magic Wishing Lamp, but couldn't succeed no matter what. His pale golden figure gradually showed signs of merging with the white mist and azure light.

      Genie's mouth kept opening and closing, as if frantically cursing Amon and Roselle, but restrained by the white mist and azure light, He couldn't even make a sound.

      Roselle raised the Magic Wishing Lamp and Genie to His chest level, distorting the relationship between the main body and external items, briefly making Himself an appendage of Genie. 1

      In an instant, Genie, originally one with the Uncertain Mist and completely of the same source, seemed to become another facet of the Uncertain Mist again, yet was subjected to sealing, unable to exert His power, appearing quite weak!

      Roselle looked at Amon again.

      Now, before your authority over loopholes as a true god of the Error pathway, under this firm and close connection, from a mystical perspective, the weak Genie can completely equal the powerful Uncertain Mist. Severely injuring Genie would be equivalent to severely injuring the Uncertain Mist and making Genie fall asleep would be equivalent to making the Uncertain Mist fall asleep!

      What happens next is up to the two of you!


      Amon smiled and raised the Blasphemy Slate in His hand.

      In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, atop the majestic and stretching mountain range, before a huge blood-stained cross.

      The True Creator--Adam--who had shaken off the influence of the Outer God's ravings, was already waiting here.

      He wore a simple white robe, had a thick golden beard, eyes as clear as a child's, and beneath His feet was a dense shadow, different from Him, with five heads. It seemed to be His, yet not His.

      Adam opened His mouth and said solemnly and sacredly, "I am One, and also Infinity, the Beginning and the End."

      As soon as He finished speaking, True Creator Adam's clear eyes instantly became illusory, and around His body appeared a strange sea that seemed to encompass all colors and all possibilities.

      Immediately after, Adam grasped the silver cross pendant hanging on His chest.

      Above His head, a blazing yet illusory sun leaped out. To His left, lightning, gale winds, and sea waves interwove to form an overlooking phantom. To His right, a white tower with numerous brass eyes rose from the ground.

      These illusory, seemingly imagined authorities and symbols, along with Adam's own shadow, driven by the chaotic sea, merged into Adam's body one after another.

      With a thunderous sound, that strange sea encompassing all colors and all possibilities surged up, submerging the entire mountain range, while Adam expanded into a huge figure of light that seemed capable of supporting heaven and earth.

      This True Creator briefly returned to His peak state, and that human savior who had battled ancient gods appeared in the world once again!

      He walked slowly on the chaotic and pitch-black "water surface", pointing His finger towards the sea that was both real and illusory.

      With this pointing, the surface of the second Blasphemy Slate in Amon's hand quickly surged with chaotic seawater encompassing all colors and all possibilities.

      Amon no longer held it directly, letting this mottled and ancient stone tablet float in front of His body.

      He then looked towards the pale golden Genie that was frantically twisting while seemingly cursing Him, revealing a smile that made the other even more furious.

      Then, He let that Blasphemy Slate rise up.
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        You all can say what you want about adam and his moral code but that guy was, is and always will be the GOAT troll4 peepo017
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    Chapter 882: The True Purpose

    Seeing Voisin Sanson's eyes bulge, his breath gradually fading, his face twisted in pain and palpable despair, Lumian reached behind into the Traveler's Bag and took out the silver Lie earring, putting it on his left ear.

    The dying Voisin Sanson suddenly saw a familiar figure.

    That figure had light blue eyes, beautiful features, and long, thick golden hair.

    It was Aurore.

    But this time, there was no longer fear or terror on Aurore's face, only a faint smile.

    "Gasp..." Voisin Sanson uttered his final sound.

    He died like that, with his eyes bulging.

    Lumian returned to his original appearance, casually saying as he removed the Lie earring, "You died so quickly? I wanted to thank you for helping me digest the Despair potion."

    When he had just advanced, the Despair potion was already mostly digested, and now it had progressed even further. 4

    Lumian wasn't surprised by this. According to the mystical knowledge he had learned from Madam Magician, the essence of the acting method was actually to gradually align one's mental and spiritual state with the core symbolism of the potion through acting, thereby bypassing restrictions and completing digestion step by step. His state before and after taking the Despair potion could be said to be very close to the name "Despair".

    Lumian wasn't despairing about having to become a Demoness. For faster advancement, better handling of possible apocalyptic scenarios, and earlier resurrection of his sister, he had considered similar things more than once. After all, he would have the chance to switch to the Hunter pathway and become a man again later.

    He despaired that he was forced to do this and had no way to refuse. He despaired that his previous efforts, struggles, and anger were all under someone else's arrangements, and that he would have to follow someone else's arrangements to walk the path of the Demoness afterwards.

    Of course, when despair reached its peak, the desire and belief in his heart to become strong and change all this also intensified to the extreme.

    "Is this what you wanted too?" Lumian whispered self-mockingly as he unsealed the area and let the remaining mystical pathogens dissipate completely.

    Franca, Jenna, and Anthony had already hurried over after Voisin Sanson was impaled on the ice pillar.

    Lumian suddenly sensed something and turned his gaze to a certain spot in this dark ruin.

    It was where the Order of All Extinction demigod Higdon had finally died.

    There, points of green light with yellow tinges appeared out of thin air, rising upwards, only to be blocked by the barrier of the special mirror world.

    This place preliminarily cuts off connections, preventing some bestowed power from returning? Lumian, with his experience, immediately made the corresponding judgment.

    By this time, Franca and the others had run up to him.

    Looking at that familiar yet beautiful and cold face, Franca opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

    Jenna examined Lumian's current appearance, with only one thought in mind: It's good that he's still alive; it's best that everyone is still alive!

    As for the rest, there was nothing to worry about.

    Lumian pointed to those green lights with yellow tinges that were being blocked, his voice slightly magnetic and distinctly feminine as he said, "You can take a weapon over there and place it there."

    This was actively creating a Beyonder weapon.

    After Franca exchanged glances with Jenna and Anthony, she very proactively said without any modesty, "I'll go; I'm just in need of a weapon that can harm demigods."

    She was the second highest Sequence Beyonder in the team-not counting Ludwig.

    If she had had a similar weapon earlier, she might not have been so desperate when facing Higdon.

    "Alright," Jenna expressed her attitude.

    Anthony also nodded.

    This didn't mean that if he put the Winter is Coming revolver under those light spots, this Beyonder weapon would reset its usage count. Given its own material composition, doing so would likely cause the corruption to exceed the limit, making it disintegrate directly.

    Franca took out her Cannon Gun and ran towards the area permeated with green light spots with yellow tinges.

    Lumian withdrew his gaze, looked at Jenna, and said with a slight smile, "Do you have any ring-shaped items?"

    Jenna, looking at that smile that seemed to radiate its own light, was a bit surprised, but felt that now was not the time to ask.

    She found a cheap silver bracelet and handed it to Lumian.

    After taking it, Lumian placed the bracelet on top of Voisin Sanson's corpse, waiting for the Inevitability power to be intercepted.

    He then looked towards the distant transparent boundary that was like a mirror, seeing his own figure and face.

    He made an effort to bring a smile to the corners of his mouth.

    Because Aurore was just such a person who excelled at finding joy in suffering.

    ...

    In front of the bloody altar, Ma'am Hermit was trying to find a way to combine the iron cigar case bearing Mr. Fool's aura with the Spear of Longinus to directly attack that oil painting depicting endless starry skies. Madam Magician, based on her rich knowledge of seals and powerful sealing abilities, carefully said, "The power of Inevitability is to make the interference of non-vortex ritual participants fail, while that terrifying voice affects all Beyonders similar to Listeners and Mystery Pryers. We may be able to solve them separately.

    "The power of Inevitability is most likely dissipating from that circular ring on the oil painting. If we can plug it, shield it, we should be able to break free from the fate of interference being destined to fail, directly destroy the painting, and interrupt that terrifying voice."

    "Plug it..." Ma'am Hermit immediately had an idea upon hearing Miss Justice's relay.

    Taking advantage of the opportunity when the barrier seal was strengthened and the power of inevitability was significantly weakened, she cast a Warlock's spell, throwing that iron cigar case towards the oil painting on the altar, making it land accurately on the area painted with the silver-white ring with black edges.

    The iron cigar case directly pressed down on that ring, shielding it, without leaving any trace exposed.

    The little boy, Will, immediately said, "The power of Inevitability has decreased a lot more!"

    Hearing this, Madam Magician quickly raised both arms, making the void around that oil painting bend, becoming dark and deep.

    That space subsequently collapsed, shattering inch by inch, along with obvious cracks appearing on the oil painting and altar.

    Miss Justice's face then protruded with patches of grayish-white scales, her body seeming to swell.

    Similarly, Madam Judgment once again made a judgment.

    Seeing her companions all launching attacks, Ma'am Hermit once again condensed that ancient spear stained with strange blood, throwing it towards the oil painting.
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      The oil painting, already in tatters under continuous attacks, was completely pierced by this Spear of Longinus, nailed to the altar.

      Immediately after, flames that seemed to encompass all colors erupted from the spear tip, completely igniting the oil painting that still had terrifying sounds leaking out, gradually burning it to ashes.

      ...

      Above Trier, one Worm of Time after another crawled back into Mr. Star's body.

      This Major Arcana card holder wearing red gloves said to Mr. Hanged Man in his original magnetic voice, "Amon has returned, and briefly regained the true god powers of the Error and Door pathways. I must return to the Cathedral of Serenity immediately."

      As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Star instantly disappeared.

      Mr. Hanged Man cast his gaze downward, seeing the "Moon" transformed into crimson moonlight fall into the extremely compressed villa mist, while Saint Viève of the Eternal Blazing Sun Church shone into it in the form of sunlight.



      Deep in the primitive island, outside the Black Emperor mausoleum.

      Amon, at the edge of the astral world, looked down at Perle, at the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess and the miniature crimson moon still struggling to approach the corresponding light spots in the white mist, without any action.

      "What are you still waiting for?" Roselle, his face gradually deepening in pain, asked.

      "The same as what you're thinking now, the most arrogant thought you've ever had." Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye and smiled in response. "If it was just to eliminate the believers of Uncertain Mist, there would be no need for such trouble, nor would it be worth us revealing our trump cards."

      Roselle glanced at the transaction still ongoing below and said, "That could bring great hidden dangers."

      "When you make a decision, you have to accept the corresponding consequences. How can you accomplish something big without taking any risks or bearing any losses?" Amon said with a smile, then added, "This wasn't said by me, nor by you."

      Before Roselle, who was being eroded more and more deeply and painfully by the white mist, could respond, Amon looked into the distance and said, "Those few from the Tarot Club are not bad, they don't need me to personally descend to destroy that oil painting."

      Saying this, Amon, wearing a monocle, showed an eager expression. "Now, it's time."

      He cast his gaze towards the Black Emperor mausoleum, towards Bernadette who was being restricted by Roselle and unable to come out.

      That Queen Mystic suddenly recalled something, feeling as if a certain memory had parted the mist and revealed itself.

      She immediately stretched out her right hand, quickly sketching out one word after another bearing starlight in front of her.

      These words, seemingly the source of all languages in the Northern and Southern Continents, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a secret door that seemed to lead to the depths of the spirit world.

      That secret door opened silently, and a gust of wind blew out, transforming into a man with a human upper body and an airflow lower body, wrapped in white cloth.

      "The Magic Wishing Lamp and that item," Bernadette commanded in an authoritative voice.

      That man with an airflow lower body respectfully responded, then took out two items from the white cloth wrapped around his body.

      One looked like a miniature kettle, golden in color, covered with mysterious and complex symbols, with something like a wick protruding from the spout. This was 0-05-the Magic Wishing Lamp that the believers of Uncertain Mist wanted to obtain.

      The other was a gray stone tablet, also engraved with those words that seemed to be the source of all languages in the Northern and Southern Continents, with numerous traces on its surface, mottled and ancient.
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