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Chapter 1052: Reluctantly Showing Off
Circle of Inevitability

Late at night.

Neither Anthony's intelligence channels, nor Franca's gang informants, nor Jenna's neighborhood contacts were able to provide any information related to the Sick Church.

Franca sat down at the mechanical typewriter, turned on the wireless telegraph transceiver, preparing to ask 007 if the Eternal Blazing Sun Church had gathered any valuable intelligence.

'Ding, group message notification: Hidden Blade, who did another good deed today, has joined the chat!' Franca announced her arrival in the telegraph group.

Before she could send a second message, she saw a telegram come in with 007 as the header: 'Hidden Blade, you didn't actually advance to Sequence 4, but to Sequence 3, right?'

The other telegrams that should have responded to Franca suddenly came to a halt.

Franca was stunned at first, then understood.

Wow, I originally didn't want to show off about this, but you helped me do it anyway?

She felt she should display three parts helplessness, three parts pain, three parts confusion, plus one part inevitable secret joy, so she carefully replied: 'Ah… yes.'

After a brief, indescribable silence, one telegram after another was spat out by the small analyzer under queue control, accompanied by clicking sounds.

The mechanical typewriter seemed overwhelmed, working so hard it might start smoking.

'Are you serious?'

'Hidden Blade, that kind of joke isn't funny, it's too cruel!'

'Hidden Blade, I remember you mentioning just a month ago that you were a Sequence 5 Demoness of Affliction, and now you're Sequence 3 in just a month? Even a rocket isn't that fast!'

'Have you been blessed by the God of Fortune lately?'

'A Sequence 3 Demoness, I can't imagine how beautiful and charming…'

'Really, are there any secrets to advancing? Name your price, we brothers might be able to scrape together a down payment.'

'Hidden Blade, did something happen to you? Do you need any help? At my sequence, I might not be able to participate in combat, but I can help curse those people!'

'…'

'007, how did you know?'

After the expression of various emotions and feelings, someone finally brought the topic back on track.

007 replied: 'Hidden Blade is now a patron saint of a cathedral, with her own honorific name.'

Sure enough, the changes at Saint Franca Cathedral had been noticed by the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, and 007 had known before that I was 'Red Boots' Franca Roland… Franca's speculation was confirmed.

'Patron saint… honorific name… I really can't connect these two terms with the 'life is short, why not give it a shot' Hidden Blade.' Moon King was the first to marvel.

'Indeed.' Wind Sound sent a telegram in response. 'It's too surreal, too surreal, more surreal than any fantasy novel!'

'Please show some respect to the great Hidden Blade!'

'Lord Hidden Blade, is there any chance you could take me as your apprentice?'

'You want to become a Demoness too? If I remember correctly, you can switch.'

'I can't accept that the strongest in the research society is now the silly Hidden Blade…'

'Hey, if you put it that way, wouldn't that make us even more silly and stupid?'

'…'

Looking at these telegrams, Franca couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

I have to say, showing off like this feels pretty good!

Moreover, those joking remarks gave her a sense of still being grounded, still connected to the masses.

'Hey hey hey,' she quickly typed out the words, 'You don't really think I'm brainless, do you? I was just being approachable before, trying to get along with you all.'

Then, she humbly added: 'Madame Hela should also be Sequence 3 now, either a bit earlier or later than me.

'As for the President, I'm not quite sure.'

'So you really are Sequence 3… Is there anything you can tell us about it?' Wind Sound and others asked in succession.

Franca elaborated a bit more than before: 'In advancing to Sequence 4, digesting the Sequence 4 potion, and advancing to Sequence 3, I met some special conditions as a transmigrator that allowed me to take shortcuts, so I became a Saint with an honorific name within a month.'

She didn't mention that she had completely digested the Sequence 3 potion, after all, the telegraph group had quite a few members, and most of which she hadn't met in the real world. Although she was willing to trust their character, she couldn't gamble on their circumstances—critical information about her Sequence abilities still needed to be kept secret.

Besides, if someone asked what a Sequence 3 Demoness was called, Franca didn't want to hide it, because after 007 pointed out that she was already a patron saint of a cathedral, her honorific name couldn't be hidden from those who paid attention. This way, some telegraph group members might make certain connections between the instant digestion of a Sequence potion and the name Demoness of Unaging.

'One month…'

'Really only took one month…'

'…'

At this point, Moon King, Wind Sound, and others seemed to have lost even the mood to joke.

'So what kind of Demoness are you now?' After a while, group member Little Peppa asked.

I knew it! Franca immediately replied: 'Demoness of Unaging.'

'Unaging… eternal youth?' Little Peppa seemed somewhat envious.

Moon King then asked: 'Can you also extend lifespan?'

'Theoretically speaking, living another two thousand years wouldn't be a problem.' Franca tried to control her pride.

'So envious…' Group members responded with similar words.

One after another, all expressing genuine feelings.

Who wouldn't want to be immortal and ageless?

As for the negative effects of the potion, there were no ordinary people in this group!

Franca thought for a moment, then typed out more words: 'For those in the Trier region, if you have difficulties and need help, you can recite my honorific name.

'For those not in the Trier region, I can't help—I won't hear it and can't respond.

'My honorific name is:

'The One Who Never Ages, Keeper of Diseases and Plagues, the Demoness Accompanied by Strife and Catastrophe, the Cup Bearing Joy and Pain, the Great Franca Roland.'

Seeing this honorific name, seeing the prefix 'Great,' the telegraph group members truly realized that Hidden Blade had obtained godhood, was half-god half-human, and possessed an honorific name, was a patron saint of a cathedral, could respond to prayers, and bestow power.

After a while, Little Peppa sighed.

'I feel like there's now a sad, thick barrier between us…'

'Want to call me lord and let me hear it?' Franca very skillfully responded to these words.

After discussing her own matters and explaining that Cup took its concept from the Tarot Cup cards's corresponding symbolism and the sacred object that bore joy and pain, she finally asked 007:

'007, do you have more intelligence about the Sick Church?'

Based on their team's collection and analysis of information, they believed that the Order of All Extinction and the Sick Church probably worshiped the same evil god, but the former mainly corrupted the upper and middle classes, while the latter targeted the lower classes, preaching about the authority of the Malady God and the terror of illness, developing followers through intimidation.

007 typed neither fast nor slow, with telegrams coming in line by line: 'The several Sick Church-related cases discovered earlier have been handled, and the corresponding Blessed have been eliminated, but we still haven't found their upper ranks.

'Those followers who only know the name Malady God, we now have sufficient manpower, with Mid-Sequence Beyonders watching them, to see if anyone will contact them or if any unusual events occur.

'Besides these, there's no other intelligence. The cultists in Trier have been very quiet for the past month or two, hiding very deep.'

Very well-behaved? This is very similar to the state before the Hostel incident… Is something big really going to happen within a year or two? Other great existences might not know what the Great Mother wants to do and how She would do it, but They should have foreseen that something would happen, after all, we've all made some guesses, so They've restricted the Blessed in Trier, letting them either transfer elsewhere or wait patiently to fish in troubled waters when the time comes? Franca made her own speculation based on 007's words.

At the same time, she also caught another hint from 007.

Followers who only knew the name Malady God could be saved.

Indeed, those great existences all preach using aliases, not letting followers truly understand Them. This isn't because They're merciful, but because truly understanding Them inevitably leads to corruption. Some might be fine, only experiencing personality alteration and extreme mentality, but most would have their bodies collapse, becoming monsters that constantly spread corruption, making it impossible to preach in secret, as it would be easily discovered by official forces… Franca muttered silently.

One reason why seeking boons required performing rituals was to protect the corresponding humans through the ritual, and after establishing a stable but temporary channel, the corresponding being could consciously contain the mental and will corruption in the boon, preventing the bestowed from collapsing on the spot.

Even Saints like Franca and Lumian's understanding of those great existences was limited to aliases, but compared to other Sequence 4 and Sequence 3 demigods, they also know that these existences stand at the top of multiple paths.

In reality, among the great existences, the only one who didn't preach using an alias was the Mother Tree of Desire.

Madam Magician mentioned that Mother Tree of Desire was a small segment of the corresponding existence's long string of honorific names. There were two reasons why understanding and reciting it didn't directly bring corruption: First, it was only a small segment, incomplete; second, the Mother Tree of Desire indirectly controlled the one worshiped by the Rose School of Thought in the real world and the Devil Monarch in the Abyss, so when this honorific name was mentioned, under conditions of limited understanding and while the barrier still existed, the proximity-based mystical phenomenon occurred, making it not so dangerous.

'What can we do…' Franca didn't hide the troubles of a Saint with an honorific name.

007 quickly replied: 'Trier has gathered a large amount of official force, those cultists won't surface for now. Later, we'll have enough manpower to investigate everyone in key positions.

'That's how it is in Trier, but in the marginal towns of the Trier region, in places where the Church and government forces are weak, there might still be active cultists. You can go look in those places.'

Right, with Trier's current situation, we definitely won't find anyone, but we can search in the suburbs and villages… Indeed, only official Beyonders have this kind of vision and experience, we would have wasted some time before possibly thinking of this… Franca immediately replied to 007: 'Genius!'

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    Chapter 1057: The Key Point


    Lumian deliberately spoke very clearly to ensure no one would overlook it.

    Moreover, he pointed out that this matter was dangerous, and he had experience in how to resolve it.

    This way, if any of the present Warlocks had been infused with mystical knowledge about summoning White Papers and hadn't yet undergone complete personality alteration, they would surely be alarmed. become fearful, and then either openly or secretly seek him out to discuss whether the problem truly existed and what solutions there might be.

    Professor, who represented the Academy group's Warlocks, thought for a moment and shook his head. "I've never been infused with knowledge in this area."

    After the other Warlocks gave similar answers, a man who had spoken little in the previous discussion suddenly said, "The weak ball that can telepathically connect with me, right?

    "I received related knowledge."

    Lumian's heart leaped with joy as he looked at this Academy group member who was also dressed as a warlock, remembering his codename: Condensed Matter.

    "Yes." Lumian nodded, glancing around before asking Condensed Matter, "May I ask you some questions in private? If you're unsure about me, we can have Madame Hela present."

    Worried that he might already have hidden problems due to that mystical knowledge, Condensed Matter didn't refuse Lumian's invitation. "Okay."

    Soon, in a corner of the ancient palace, with Hela witnessing, Lumian questioned Condensed Matter, "Have you used those descriptions to summon the corresponding spirit world creature?"

    "I have," Condensed Matter couldn't help asking. "Is there something wrong with that?"

    Lumian's brows furrowed slightly beneath his silver- white half mask, and instead of answering, he asked, "Can you sense anything special about me?"

    He wanted to see if the other person could detect Omebella's bloodline.

    "Does being particularly charming count?" Condensed Matter answered honestly.

    "It does," Lumian smiled behind his silver-white half mask, "When did you first summon that spirit world creature?

    "Around June or July two years ago," Condensed Matter recalled.

    June or July two years ago... By then, Madame Pualis and the padre already had the child... Lumian thought for a moment and asked,

    "After being infused with this knowledge by the Hidden Sage, you didn't try it immediately?"

    Condensed Matter shook his head. "When I received the related knowledge, I was traveling-traveling with family; so I couldn't try it. Later, I was infused with more knowledge and also traded for a grimoire, so I forgot about it until remembering much later."

    "I see…" Lumian's tone suddenly carried a hint of sighing.

    This wasn't for Condensed Matter, but for Aurore.

    He then said, "Can you describe what the contracted creature you summoned looks like?"

    Condensed Matter described his contracted creature's appearance in detail, which was almost identical to the White Paper Lumian had summoned.

    "When you first summoned it, did it have slightly milky and pale yellow clear liquid inside its body? It might have disappeared later," Lumian asked as if confirming something.

    Condensed Matter thought carefully before saying, "No."

    "No." Lumian sighed as if he had expected this.

    He then said to Condensed Matter, "The one you summoned probably doesn't have any problems."

    "That's good, that's good!" Condensed Matter turned his head with undisguised joy, glancing at Hela as if hoping this lady would endorse this assessment.

    At this point, Lumian added, "But I can't be completely certain yet. There are still a few questions I need you to answer. This might involve your privacy, but you don't need to be too detailed-I just need to grasp the general situation."

    After hesitating for a few seconds, influenced by multiple factors including his desire for a definitive answer, the other party's extraordinary charm, and Madame Hela's presence as witness, Condensed Matter finally nodded and said, "Ask away."

    Lumian sincerely said, "Thank you."

    He then posed his question. "Which deity do you worship? If it's not one of the orthodox gods, you don't need to answer."

    Finding the question simpler and less awkward than imagined, Condensed Matter quickly answered, "Eternal Blazing Sun."

    Eternal Blazing Sun... Is this the common point? On the surface, they're all casual believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun... But surely among the Warlocks in Trier like Professor and the others, there must be some who praise the sun daily to conceal their identity... Are they deliberately concealing it, not mentioning it? Also, Condensed Matter is male, Aurore is female, so gender clearly isn't why the Hidden Sage targeted her... Lumian was initially pleased but quickly sank into deep thought.

    "How old were you when you transmigrated, and how old was the body after transmigration?" Lumian further asked.

    "My last memory was lamenting that I was almost thirty and had achieved nothing." Condensed Matter for a moment before saying. "When I occupied this body, he was just twenty-five."

    Different from Aurore's body state before and after transmigration... Lumian quickly considered which aspects he should look for common points.

    While thinking, he casually asked, "Are the current body's parents still alive?"

    "They passed away long ago, Condensed State answered concisely.

    "Do you have children?" Lumian continued digging in this direction.

    "Yes," Condensed Matter clearly didn't want to say more.

    There really aren't any common points with Aurore... At this moment, Lumian recalled something Condensed Matter had said earlier and thought for two seconds before asking. "You said when you were infused with the corresponding knowledge, you were traveling with family-which family members?"

    Condensed Matter still only spoke generally, "My wife, and my elder sister's family."

    "Elder sister..." Lumian's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he'd been struck by lightning.

    Condensed Matter nodded slightly. "Yes, the sister who raised this body of mine."

    Lumian stared at Condensed Matter, falling completely silent.

    He felt he had found that key point.

    The key point beyond the three words "Warlock," "transmigrator," and "gray fog aura": Sister and brother!

    Elder sister and younger brother!

    Lumian began silently talking to himself.

    He kept repeating two names.

    Omebella, Zedus...

    Omebella, Zedus...

    Suddenly, Lumian remembered something else from the past.

    When Madam Magician mentioned the empty baby cradle, she used the word "lost."

    This meant that in the eyes of this Angel who had a relatively deep understanding of the Cordu Village incident, according to her spiritual intuition, the cradle was empty because the child was "lost," which wasn't exactly equivalent to death.

    And the subsequent intelligence from Madame Pualis and everyone's deductions indicated that baby Omebella had died early on, killed by her father, her direct relative the padre.

    At the time, neither Lumian nor Madam Magician thought there was anything wrong with this-death was indeed a form of loss.

    But now, Lumian had a new conjecture:

    Could it be that Madame Pualis didn't give birth to one child for the padre, but to twins, a sister and brother?

    Then, one was killed, one mysteriously disappeared, achieving some purpose through the ritual of the Inevitability believers?

    The killed baby Omebella has now returned to Madame Pualis's embrace but can't come to reality yet-what about the mysteriously lost child?

    Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly smiled.

    He felt this might have something to do with himself.

    He began to suspect that his selection of the Abscessed Hand profile from such a large collection of spirit world creature materials, making it the first creature for a Contractee to sign with, wasn't coincidental but stemmed from some mystical connection.

    Similarly, when he first arrived in Trier, his choice of the market district and the Auberge du Coq Doré wasn't just because that's what the deity worshiped by the Aurora Order arranged, but perhaps also because of the Poison Spur Mob supported by the Nightstalkers there.

    If this was true, then later meeting Father Montserrat and obtaining Omebella's remaining umbilical cord was destined, an inevitable fate!

    This also clarified why Madame Pualis had to find him specifically in the dream city!

    Ignoring Condensed Matter's surprised and confused gaze, Lumian half-closed his eyes and silently said to himself, Hand Bro, I'll bring Omebella's remains to see you as soon as possible!

    …

    Trier, fourth level of the catacombs.

    Lumian held a lit white candle, accompanied by Jenna who also had yellowish light spreading from her hands, as they walked step by step toward the ancient tomb containing the Samaritan Women's Spring.

    Before going to Morora to help Jenna advance to Demoness of Despair, he wanted Jenna to meet with Krismona's shadow to see what changes might occur or what hints they might receive.

    "Can't Franca come here anymore?" Jenna asked curiously.

    Lumian nodded. "After obtaining godhood, one should visit Trier's underground-especially places like this-as little as possible. Unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to come."

    "Aren't you a demigod too?" Jenna asked, both amused and concerned.

    Lumian chuckled. "It's different.

    "For me, entering the catacombs feels as comfortable as returning home.

    "If I weren't worried about making others nervous, I wouldn't even need to light a candle."

    He raised his right hand, exposing his palm with its pale skin, dark red marks, and black pinhole to the cold air and candlelit dimness.

    Then he blew out the candle in his hand, suddenly enveloped by darkness with only Jenna's candlelight revealing his silhouette.

    "Don't take risks!" Jenna was startled.

    Lumian obligingly relit the candle with a smile.

    "I was right, wasn't I?"

    "You scared me to death!" Jenna glared at Lumian.

    As they talked, they finally reached the ancient tomb chamber.

    Lumian looked at the tomb door for two seconds and sighed.

    "Too bad we didn't encounter Krismona's shadow on the way.

    "I feel she's more friendly outside the Samaritan Women's Spring, while inside she tends to be more..."

    Lumian paused, then said in a low voice. "Evil."
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    As it is written on the Second Blasphemous Board, it takes Sefirot himself to become the Key of Light+ Uniqueness + Characteristic of the Serpent of Fate. Klein could have already sent Will to the Western Continent...
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      But Sequence 0 needs the 3 Sequence 1 Beyonder Crystals to be called a true Deity.
      If Will Auceptin "accommodates" the Die of Probability and "Occupies" the Key of Light, will he really be a true Deity and by extension a complete Great Old One while Ouroboros is somewhere painting murals with 2 Seq 1 Beyonder Crystals still in his possession....?

      Think about it.
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        I think it's about early preparation. If Will accommodates the uniqueness + His Sq 1 characteristic, He becomes half Wheel of Fortune (Sq 0).

        But the moment He is able to fully occupy the sefirot, then He naturally will become a Great Old One of His pathway, Key of Light.

        So technically, he can become a half god and a Great Old One at the same time. This is mostly attributed to the fact that His GOO has only one pathway unlike Klein's Sefirah Castle which requires a complete true god and Uniquenesses + 1 sq1 characteristics of corresponding pathways

        But I suppose he will have to retrieve the 2 Sq 1 characteristics from ouroboros in the long run.
        In any case, I stand corrected
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          Honestly, I want to see Will Auceptin become a true Deity, so I might be biased in my speculations.
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    1056 Gathering






    'After the Vortex incident…' Mocoxidos continued, 'God specifically bestowed upon me, telling me to stay in Trier, not to do anything else, not to expose myself.'

    'It wasn't because you made some special contribution?' Lumian quickly followed up.

    When he heard the word 'Vortex,' he thought he'd found a key point, but unexpectedly, Mocoxidos's answer was completely different from what he had imagined.

    This was even more suspicious!

    'Because I am devout,' Mocoxidos said fanatically. 'Compared to the Order of All Extinction, we are the overlooked faction, doing less. God specifically bestowing upon me could only be because of my devotion…'

    Before he could finish speaking, his remnant soul had faded too much to sustain the spirit channeling.

    Lumian and Franca could only watch helplessly as he completely dissipated.

    Franca took out the Inevitable Gun and placed it where the cyan-green yellowish light points were gathering and floating upward.

    Since this was an ordinary mirror world, the return of the boon was only partially affected. While it settled down again, most of it still broke free and disappeared.

    While waiting for the Inevitable Gun's power to be replenished and show more mutations, Franca said to Lumian, 'Getting a Sequence 3-equivalent boon without needing to make any contribution?

    'I thought becoming a Demoness of Unaging was already easy enough, but I didn't expect there could be something even easier.'

    Smiling, Lumian replied, 'Didn't you notice this when you were in the Savoie Mob? If they suddenly give you a gun, it's definitely to make you do something dangerous, to use you as cannon fodder.'

    'Right, there's no such thing as a free lunch—the more free it seems, the more expensive it actually is.' Franca understood Lumian's meaning. 'The entity worshiped by the Sick Church gave Mocoxidos and others more boons, instructing them to lie low in the Trier region, because in the near future they'll be made to do something quite crucial, something they must do even if it leads to all their deaths?'

    Lumian nodded. 'It's unfortunate that the Sick Church is a fringe sect. If we had captured a Sequence 3 Saint from the Order of All Extinction, we might already know what the issue is.'

    This could be seen from the names of the first few boon sequences of the Patient pathway—the followers of that great existence naturally tended toward infiltrating Trier's upper and middle classes, gradually corrupting the entire system.

    Disease and plague were just two among that being's many authorities.

    'Indeed.' Franca sighed. 'Whatever the case, removing one nail is still one nail removed. We don't need to worry about the Sick Church for now.'

    At this point, her Inevitable Gun showed some changes, expanding slightly overall and taking on a faint cyan-green tinge.

    Franca retrieved the revolver with spider silk and learned the final 'results' by querying her own spirituality.

    The shots with either Certain Death or Sure Hit effects were restored to 13 times, and an additional new effect was added that could stun enemies, cause their thoughts to decay, and significantly affect their thinking and actions.

    This didn't require actually hitting the target to take effect—as long as the target was locked onto and the shot was fired, they would experience similar conditions.

    And if a bullet with this effect actually hit, unless the target had previously used a body double ability, their original body would inevitably decay and move toward death, though this wouldn't affect the mirror that the Demoness of Unaging had hidden away earlier with most mystical connections severed.

    'It can't compare to the original left hand—it won't make targets truly feel like they're facing divine descent, completely unable to move or even think. Let's just say it can be useful in split-second moments, leaving enemies no time to react…' Franca casually explained.

    She quickly named this effect 'God's Gaze,' which could only be triggered once.

    Franca then sighed.

    'It's a pity we were too rushed—if we had brought Anthony's Winter is Coming, his weapon could have been replenished too.'

    Franca and Lumian had originally thought Dalberro's superior would at most be a Sequence 4 Doomed One. Although they had made contingency plans for encountering a Sequence 3 Saint, that wasn't their main focus, so the execution was inevitably somewhat hasty. Many preparations they should have made weren't done, and they could only rely on the Demoness of Unaging's bizarre unkillable trait to forcefully confront and block the target.

    'There will be other chances.' Lumian smiled slightly.

    He was referring to the Sequence 4 demigod currently under Mr. Fool's control.

    Of course, this was assuming Mr. Fool didn't plan to use that puppet for something else.

    Franca made an affirmative sound, then said, 'The gathering time is set for 10 pm Saturday. You got the message, right?'

    'I did.' Lumian nodded.

    …

    Saturday night at 10pm, in the ancient and dilapidated palace of the Nation of the Evernight, Lumian's figure quickly materialized.

    He was once again dressed as a warlock, wearing a silver-white half mask.

    After waiting another five minutes, Hidden Blade Franca, still wearing her assassin outfit, walked to the huge stone chair and cleared her throat.

    'Everyone, I have announcements to make.'

    Her voice wasn't loud, but it transmitted through the mirror items carried by many Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society members, allowing everyone to hear clearly.

    'That's a nice trick, Hidden Blade,' someone immediately praised.

    Hidden Blade's past actions and previously established image meant people didn't respect and revere her like they did Hela and Gandalf, instead treating her more like a friend they could tease.

    Franca's lips curled into a smile. 'You're right. The first thing I want to announce is:

    'Ladies and gentlemen, I've become a demigod!'

    As the many Research Society members stared in shock, unable to believe it and about to express their emotions with profanity, the flaxen-colored long hair extending from under Franca's hood floated up, becoming slightly darker and thicker.

    This made the vast majority of Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society members inexplicably alarmed, instinctively lowering their heads as if threads of electricity were coursing through their bodies.

    This wasn't displaying an incomplete Mythical Creature form—Franca wouldn't dare do that. She was merely showing a hint of her godhood's aura to make her words more convincing.

    The entire ancient palace suddenly fell silent.

    After a moment, when everyone came to their senses, they instinctively wanted to express various opinions and use different tone words, but instantly remembered Hidden Blade's previous display and closed their mouths again.

    That was the aura of godhood.

    Hidden Blade was now half-god, half-human.

    Franca's deliberate showing off was mainly to strengthen the persuasiveness of her subsequent words. Seeing their reaction, she smoothly continued, 'We're still brothers and sisters, don't be so formal.

    'After all these years, don't you know what kind of person I am?

    'If you don't curse a bit, don't marvel at how Hidden Blade suddenly became so powerful, don't express your inner shock and admiration, wouldn't my showing off be for nothing?'

    Right, right, right, Hidden Blade's air is back! The Research Society members immediately relaxed considerably and, like those people in the telegram group, began expressing their shock and admiration.

    Franca immediately harvested joy from this.

    She had to admit that a small part of her deliberate showing off was for the showing off itself.

    When everyone's discussion had somewhat subsided, Franca said in a low voice, 'The second thing I want to announce is that I've received intelligence that those evil cults across the Northern and Southern Continents and the Five Seas will do something big in the next year or two, which might bring apocalyptic scenes.

    'If you have chances to advance your Sequence, try your best to do so. If not, that's fine too—just enjoy life and when the time comes, hide in places like the cathedrals in major cities.

    'As long as the true gods can hold on, things won't be too hopeless. If They can't hold on, everyone should first preserve their useful selves and decide what to do based on the specific situation. Personally, I think catastrophe will inevitably come, but it's possible to survive them.'

    The Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society members looked at each other, both bewildered and confused.

    If Hidden Blade hadn't become a demigod Demoness, they would have thought she was joking, playing a prank.

    How could the apocalypse come so suddenly?

    Were there no omens or prophecies?

    Everyone turned their gazes toward Hela and Gandalf—compared to the newly-made demigod Hidden Blade, these two had more authority and were more trustworthy.

    Hela walked to Franca's side and looked around. 'Members in Trier, try to leave within half a year. This city will be one of the key nodes where problems erupt.

    'Even if you really like life in Trier, you can return after things are over.'

    This indirectly endorsed Franca's previous words.

    The Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society members immediately erupted, asking all at once, 'What exactly is going to happen?'

    'Which places will be safer?'

    'Will remote villages be affected?'

    '…'

    Franca pressed down with one hand, gesturing for everyone to calm down.

    'The specifics aren't clear.

    'Just treat it as a prophecy made by a prophet—there might not be only one interpretation.'

    As everyone discussed, she and Hela walked down the steps.

    Gandalf came to where they had just been standing, showing no surprise or shock about the apocalyptic matter.

    This president of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society looked at everyone and said, 'Let me add one more point:

    'Try to hide in big cities, but not the capitals of various countries.'

    The successive confirmations made the gathering's atmosphere suddenly heavy, though not to the point of freezing or despair.

    The Academy group's gathering spot had the same atmosphere.

    Professor, wearing a butterfly bow tie, looked at Lumian and asked, 'Muggle, you're quite familiar with Hidden Blade. Have you heard more details?'

    'No,' Lumian added, 'I only know that the Eternal Blazing Sun Church has placed nearly half its forces in Trier.'

    After Periodic Table, Isotope, Associate Professor and others discussed for a while, Lumian thoughtfully said, 'I have something to remind you about. After becoming a Warlock, I was infused with quite a bit of knowledge by the Hidden Sage, some of which was about summoning special creatures from the spirit world.

    'This had significant problems. It took me a long time to resolve them, so I have some experience.

    'Have you been infused with knowledge in this area? Something about weak balls of telepathic connections.'
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    Is the phrase "What can go wrong, will definitely go wrong" very similar to the Power of Fate? Absolutely= The inevitability?
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    1055 Double Gods





    As Lumian watched the cemetery turn gray-white and the faintly visible fragmented spirit, he quickly lit three candles. With one hand holding The Fool's Sacred Emblem and the other holding the Chariot card, he began chanting in Hermes, '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.

    'I implore you,

    'I beseech your assistance…'

    Regarding the Sick Church matter, Lumian had already reported to Mr. Fool beforehand, explaining his thoughts, so there was no need for detailed descriptions now, nor for setting up an altar.

    After completing the imitation ritual's supplication, Lumian and Franca's thoughts became slightly sluggish, like when they had to study after pulling an all-nighter before gaining their supernatural abilities.

    Then, they seemed to see a hand wearing a black glove.

    That hand covered the high sky, ethereal and illusory, not actually present.

    Almost simultaneously, tiny fragments of spiritual light gathered, reassembling Mocoxidos's nearly-annihilated soul body.

    Around this soul body, illusory points of light appeared one after another, while from its body extended an insubstantial cyan-green yellowish line stretching infinitely upward.

    That line suddenly wavered, pulled back by an invisible force, connecting its ends to form a closed system, no longer maintaining contact with the outside world.

    Only this way could Lumian and Franca's theft of the Sick Church's faith avoid being corrupted by the corresponding horrifying will.

    For a great existence of this rank, bearing His name meant becoming Him, even if it was just one of His aliases.

    Since no one had preached in the name of Malady God before, and this title 'Malady God' had subsequently established a connection with Him over time, this was Him, just not as closely bound as His true honorific name.

    After the illusory line connecting the anchor and object of faith entered a self-cycling state, those points of light surrounding Mocoxidos's remnant spirit quickly floated toward Lumian.

    Scenes then appeared before Lumian's eyes, representing each bestowed who knew Mocoxidos's honorific name.

    Ordinary believers weren't qualified to know and chant the name of the Malady God's envoy.

    They would only pray silently according to those preachers' intimidation and sermons, adding prefixes to 'Malady God' and His messengers based on their own understanding.

    This was also an anchor, but wouldn't have such points of light.

    Lumian quickly scanned through them all, discovering that among these bestowed, only one possessed godhood, and clearly didn't have 'God's Left Hand' like Mocoxidos.

    Only one Sequence 4? The rest are all mid to low Sequences… Is this all the power the Sick Church has in the Trier region? Must pay extra attention to the Sequence 4 demigod, he might see through my and Franca's disguise, realize it's blasphemers deceiving for faith… He must possess part of the Malady God's honorific name, maybe even the complete name… Just as Lumian had this thought, he saw the Doomed One in the light point take out a pair of black gloves from somewhere, put them on, and gently nod across the void.

    Is he controlled by Mr. Fool? Parasitized? Lumian's confidence doubled. He put on the Lie earring, altered his throat structure, and began issuing commands to each bestowed represented by the light points in Mocoxidos's voice: 'The situation has changed. From now on, the great Malady God will gradually descend into reality in twin form. They are the 'God of Plague' and the 'God of Disease;' They are both male and female…'

    This would point to Lumian and Franca, matching their essence.

    As for Jenna, there was no reasonable way to add her now. Once Lumian and Franca truly controlled the Sick Church in the Trier Region, changing the doctrine and adding new saints would be very easy, since Jeanna was still far from Sequence 3.

    Lumian continued speaking rapidly, 'Spread the new doctrine to believers quickly, urge them to master the honorific names of both deities and pray to Them.

    'One is:

    'The Lady more ancient than the times, Servant of Calamity, Child of Plague and Disease, Destroyer who walks in Shadows, Guide of all lost lambs in Trier, the great God of Plague.'

    Here Lumian borrowed his sister Aurore's uniqueness, then pieced together his own specialties—whether 'Serving Calamity,' 'Child of Plague and Disease,' or 'Destroyer,' all came from the top powers of the Hunter and Demoness pathways that had given him the boon and caused his palm to mutate somewhat. This matched the explanation of the Malady God's division and wouldn't make the bestowed suspicious.

    This way, even without using his true name but referring to himself with the false God of Plague, he could be precisely indicated, because even without the last line, the previous five lines in standard format could lock onto him.

    This was also adding anchors for Aurore.

    'The other is:

    'The Ancient One who transcends time, One who remains forever young, Envoy of Disease and Plague, Lady who spreads pain and despair, Protector of humanity's adventurous spirit, the great God of Disease.'

    This would point to Franca.

    To ensure these descriptions combined with precise accuracy, Franca also imitated Mr. Fool, incorporating her uniqueness as a transmigrator into the description.

    Currently in the Northern and Southern Continents, only she and half of Aurore were both transmigrators and Demonesses of Unaging.

    Of course, Franca didn't dare bet that no other high-ranking beings in this world matched just the two descriptions of 'Ancient One who transcends time' and 'remains forever young.' In the depths of space and various alternate dimensions, there might truly be beings who had lived from before the Primordial One's awakening until now and didn't age, since apparently only Earth's living creatures had encountered the apocalypse back then.

    But such beings surely could no longer be called 'human.'

    After initially anchoring herself with the first two descriptions, Franca took several titles she had considered before but weren't suitable for inclusion in the Church of The Fool's patron saint name, selected those that fit the Sick Church's doctrine, and added 'Protector of humanity's adventurous spirit'—a title that had earned her mockery but actually wasn't bad upon careful consideration.

    This could effectively distinguish her from Aurora while remaining neutral, potentially serving as an entry point for her and Lumian to gradually transform the Sick Church's doctrine later.

    And with these five honorific names, 'the great God of Disease' became optional.

    However, it wasn't completely useless. As time passed, the title 'God of Disease' would gradually become associated with Franca. If she could become an Angel in the future, 'God of Disease' would truly become equivalent to her.

    After explaining the most important matters, Lumian saw those illusory points of light return to their original size, still surrounding him.

    They had been grafted onto him.

    Of course, this wasn't permanent, and Lumian hadn't intended it to be.

    If he hadn't needed these bestowed to preach and change the believers' understanding, he would have eliminated them all on the spot, leaving no survivors.

    These were severely corrupted people who had received boon from the corresponding existence. To Lumian, who had usurped the position of Malady God, they were genuine time bombs with basically no possibility of salvation.

    'I'll need to watch them constantly. Once most of the Malady God believers in the Trier region establish connections with me and Franca, I'll immediately eliminate these bestowed… The Grafting of faith anchors can last at least a month, that's enough…' Lumian slowly exhaled, sincerely thanking Mr. Fool for his help.

    The power that had made his and Franca's heads feel insufficient then receded.

    Next, Lumian looked at Mocoxidos's remaining spirit floating in mid-air, slightly surprised to find it hadn't completely dissipated.

    According to Lumian's previous estimation, after entering the mirror world, Mocoxidos would completely pass away in just over thirty seconds, unable even to channel spirits, but now it seemed he could still hold on for about twenty seconds.

    And what they had just done couldn't have taken only ten seconds—just speaking the honorific names took longer than that!

    Did Mr. Fool's gaze make time slow down?

    No, not slow down, my actions and words didn't become slower…

    Did time slow down only for Mocoxidos's Spirit Body? Or did Mr. Fool grant Mocoxidos's Spirit Body more time?

    An application of high-ranking Marauder pathway abilities?

    As these thoughts raced through Lumian's mind, he quickly employed a Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling Spell.

    There should still be time to ask one question!

    Lumian wasn't worried this would lead to him being noticed by the entity worshiped by the Sick Church, because Mocoxidos's connection with that being had been cut off, its ends joined to form a cycle.

    Regarding Mocoxidos and Sick Church matters, Lumian actually had quite a few questions: From those prayer light points just now, the Sick Church had only ten to twenty bestowed in the Trier region, clearly not a large scale.

    But among fewer than twenty bestowed, there was actually the Sequence 3 Mocoxidos and a Sequence 4 Doomed One.

    Wasn't this ratio too extreme?

    Back then, 007 as a Church deacon for a district in Trier was only Sequence 5, with two teams of Beyonders under him—nearly fifteen people.

    Even though bestowed couldn't be directly compared to those who advanced through potions, the Sick Church's situation was puzzling.

    Normally, such a team composition with a Sequence 4 demigod would already be the limit, and that only because the Trier region was very important.

    So, Lumian wanted to ask what special contribution Mocoxidos had made to receive the Sequence 3 boon, which had also led to some of his subordinates receiving advancement.

    Perhaps very important secrets were hidden here.

    Soon, Lumian completed the Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling Spell taught by Franca.

    In the makeup mirror he took out appeared Mocoxidos's increasingly fading spirit.

    Lumian asked quickly, 'What incident led to you receiving a boon to that left hand?'

    Obvious fanaticism appeared on Mocoxidos's increasingly pale and transparent face.

    In a deep, hoarse voice, he mused, 'After the Vortex incident…'
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      Can MGoD try to make Pualis a Goddess of Beauty? Will Pualis become an Angel of 2 ways at once? What did Adam do for Roselle's Mirror? There are so many more exciting things to see in this book, at least 2000 chapters!!!
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      Just as Lumian had this thought, he saw the Doomed One in the light point take out a pair of black gloves from somewhere, put them on, and gently nod across the void.

      —Parasite/Marionette.


      They had been grafted onto him.

      —Grafting.


      Did Mr. Fool's gaze make time slow down?


      —Time.


      He's a Great Existence after all. blushed
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        He's own version is taking out a black glove while Amon's is a monocle.

        Interesting wiseacre
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          IzuChukwu
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          Yes, that's his own version. boast F*cking dope.
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          Its the symbol of the Error uniqueness. Under Amon it was a monocle but when Klein got it he turned it into a pair of black gloves.
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    I am very much interested in one point: Can a Visionary visualize Uniqueness, but a Fool cannot summon it from a Historical Void? It seems to be discrimination...
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      We know little about the abilities of true deities and above sequence. Perhaps he can do it, or perhaps uniqueness does not leave traces in the historical void for some reason. The viewer nevertheless creates uniqueness out of nothing, and the seer pulls out what already exists. maybe that's the reason.
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        Why would he summon something he already have? The only uniqueness he can summon is those under the LOTM pathway after all, he can only summon from the historical void is those that was once his or possessed for even a second.
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          The question was "can he invoke uniqueness" and not "can he invoke the uniqueness of his ways"

          There is no confirmation of your words. characteristics differ from uniqueness. we can only speculate whether it might or might not.
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            What was said id if it can be summoned from historical void and I didn't deny the possibility that he could but the fact that he didn't possess or even hold any other uniqueness than the once he has in the past. And if we're talking about wishing or invoking the possibility is there but you have to remember that he needs to grant the wishes of others and accumulate it before he can grant his wish and I think it's gonna take a lot of wish granting before he can wish for Uniqueness. Plus why would he summon other Uniqueness when he already have a lot of powerful authority and ability, unless it's for a specific purpose that needs the authority of other pathways then it is really not that necessary to waste a wish.
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              Tимофей Кыркелан
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              How about deceiving the External Deities? Send the Gods of Steam, Lilith and the Goddess of Night for Their Sefirot and leave "fakes"?
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                Wdym? For the outer gods to be deceive, especially the Great Mother, he needs to manifest a fake version of a deity that's real enough and a perfect copy of the original. If Klein can manage that then why not just fight the outer gods with the copies along the original? And if you say that it's a fake and doesn't have real power or anything then who would be deceive by that? It at least needs to be able to maintain the barrier and if Klein can create a copy that can maintain the barrier then what's the purpose of the original deities maintaining it rn?
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                  Tимофей Кыркелан
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                  What supports the barrier is God's Domain, the Gods give it energy. If LoTM can evoke a Historical Void with Uniqueness, what will happen when God enters Sefirot, will God's Historical Void come to Life?
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                  IzuChukwu
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                  When Klein fully wakes up and completely "accommodates" the Seq 1 Beyonder characteristics and Uniqueness(es) I'm sure he would come up with solutions for those Outer Deities.
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                  I am 80% sure that Klein is no longer sleeping. Why did he show us how he drinks the water of the River of Eternal Darkness? Deceive EVERYONE. Adam must not know that Klein fell asleep for the first time thanks to the water. The effect of the second time may not work.
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                  Which is why they still need to be in their domain to maintain it and can't leave it for a long time. LoTM can only summon sequence 0 deities which is useless if the goal is to create fakes because the sequence 0 level deities s doesn't need to get their sefirot like evernight and adam. Plus there is still a problem with the seal which needs to be lowered. Klein can't bring down the seal without the outer gods noticing especially the great mother. Also when Klein lowers the barrier he needs to repel the outer gods while giving time to orthodox gods to take their respective sefirots, they also need to stop the father of devils and other evil forces that is inside the barrier.
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                  Tимофей Кыркелан
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                  LoTM can inoculate and/or distort space so that God is at the barrier and inside the Sefirot at the same time...
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                  IzuChukwu
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                  If Klein removes the "seals" from the Sefirot, then the Orthodox gods can "Occupy" their individual Sefirot one after the other in an orderly manner, or two at a time if Klein (LOTM) reinforce the barrier for a while.
                  By that time there might be some new gods too, like a Sequence 0 Conqueror, or a Sequence 0 Justiciar, or even a Sequence 0 Wheel of Fortune to assist with the barrier.
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                  If it was that easy then no one would be afraid of the Outer Gods because Klein can just give all the deities their corresponding sefirots. LoTM is not an all-powerful god that can do everything. Yes, he has the Authority over Space-Time, fate etc. but he can only manipulate it not take full control of it. Plus the Great Mother is at an equal level with him and Adam.
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                  Tимофей Кыркелан
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                  Without the missing Sefirot, it is not considered equal to LoTM and GA
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                  Brood hive is only a part of the Great Mothers sefirot, she is still a great old one and a pillar at that, represent all the feminine powers of cosmos.
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                  IzuChukwu
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                  All the Orthodox gods don't need to descend and "occupy" their Sefirah at the same time, they can do it one at a time, while the other gods hold up the "barrier."
                  During the Great Smog of Backlund, Evernight descended to solve the problem, the Outer Deities did not barge in because one god was not on "duty."

                  #Tимофей Кыркелан#
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                  The problem is will the Outer Gods just sit still and watch it happen? The barrier isn't all-powerful either that it can stop all the Outer Gods. The Outer Gods are only afraid to enter the barrier when it is still intact because of all the Gods inside the barrier. If the barrier is enough to stop them, then what happened on that vortex event wouldn't be possible. The Gods inside the barrier have limited numbers and they lost one of them which is Rossel although the Outer Gods also lost one it was still a great blow to the Orthodox Gods because now they lost both the Father of Devils and Black Emperor. Plus, the Gods would also be at a weakened state when trying to fuse with the sefirot after all they would be extremely close to the Original Creator which could lead to losing control just like what happened to Adam and Klein. Both of them couldn't escape that fate and had to do extreme things to come out on top.
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                  IzuChukwu
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                  Fusing with the Sefirot for the other gods will not be as difficult as it was for Adam & Klein, because both of them had to deal with the remnant "will" of the Primordial One (GA & LOTM) while the Orthodox gods will have to contend with the remnant "will" of the Great Old Ones created by the Primordial One, we can't compare "Pillars" to the average "Above The Sequence."

                  Plus, as the barrier weakens further, it becomes easier for the Beyonders to ascend, that's what the author stated in the book, maybe it would also affect the Orthodox gods in a "good" way.
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              Klein had the Trunsoest Brass Book in his possession in book one, he kept it in his junk pile in Sefirah Castle.
              The Trunsoest Brass Book is the Uniqueness of the Justiciar Pathway.
              I think he can pull out the Brass Book from the historical void.
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                Yeah, but it needs to be in his possession at least once in the past or at leas be able to hold it.
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      Klein pulled the Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic (the Quill - 0-08) of the Visionary Pathway.
      And during the Fool's Apotheosis ritual, Adam imagined the Uniqueness of three Pathways: Tyrant, Sun & White Tower, it happened in book one.
      I think the current Mr Fool can do something similar.

      It's not impossible, just difficult and it involves Levels and Authorities.

      —Edited.
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        What? When did 0-08 become Unique? It was from the Dragon of Nightmare, the Son of the Dragon of Imagination that is one characteristic of the Author.
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        That quill is the sequence 1 characteristics of visionary pathway not a uniqueness. And Klein can only summon things he had at least touched once.
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          IzuChukwu
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          True, I thought it was a Uniqueness.

          Adam was the one who imagined three Uniqueness(s) in book one.

          #Tимофей Кыркелан#

          I will correct the mistake.
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    1054 Left Hand






    As soon as Franca tracked down the source of the traces in the mirror, Lumian immediately grabbed her shoulder and teleported to the location indicated by that scene.

    In just two or three seconds, Lumian's figure materialized in a cemetery between mountains, appearing before a gravestone.

    Franca had gone somewhere unknown.

    Lumian cast his gaze toward the gravestone, seeing a memorial photo embedded in it and a name engraved: 'Mocoxidos.'

    'So you've long been 'dead,' buried in a cemetery. No wonder the two Churches could never find the high-ranking members of the Sick Church, and who knows how you managed to avoid purification or cremation…' Lumian said mockingly while looking at the gravestone.

    He had anticipated various methods of contact Dalberro might use, intercepting the corresponding information and establishing connections by placing him in the mirror world.

    Before Lumian could finish speaking, the ground in front of the gravestone suddenly exploded with countless pieces of stone and soil.

    They shot toward Lumian like bullets fired from a steam rifle, whooshing through the air.

    At the same time, Lumian saw a hand.

    The hand was entirely cyan in color, swollen to the point of being translucent, with yellowish-green pus flowing inside, making every capillary abnormally clear.

    These capillaries and palm lines together formed complex symbols and patterns. Just looking at them made Lumian freeze in place.

    At this moment, his field of vision was completely occupied by this hand. Compared to it, the shooting stones and soil seemed as tiny as dust.

    Lumian began to tremble, his frost-white, cream-like skin instantly developing deep black spots.

    These spots rapidly eroded inward, causing his flesh to quickly rot.

    Lumian couldn't move, couldn't use any of his abilities, and even his thoughts were rapidly decaying.

    This was no Saint's hand.

    This was clearly the left hand of a deity!

    Don't look directly at God.

    Lumian trembled in fear, his mind sinking into silence, unable to make any effective response, as if destined to walk toward the end of decay.

    Everything about him was decaying.

    Suddenly, his right palm became scorching hot, bringing an obvious stinging sensation.

    Lumian abruptly had an impulse to extend his right hand and touch that left palm, to let the black 'pinhole' in his palm touch the other.

    This allowed him to barely regain some self-awareness.

    However, it was too late.

    The shooting stones and soil hit his body, creating ripples and the sound of breaking glass.

    Behind Lumian, a hidden mirror revealed itself.

    This current Lumian wasn't his true form, but rather a projection manifested through the mirror world!

    Of course, Lumian was also nearby. After teleporting to the cemetery, he had concealed himself and thrown out a mirror.

    But the impact of directly looking at a 'deity' still affected him, severely wounding him, leaving him unable to move or take any measures to dodge.

    As the ground's stones and soil quickly weathered, that cyan, terrifying, strange hand pressed against Lumian's projection.

    The projection instantly shattered, each illusory fragment rotting and fading.

    A series of cracking sounds came from Lumian, who was hiding behind a nearby tree—the sound of all his Mirror Substitutions breaking.

    Even with the repeated substitutions of Mirror Substitutions, the black spots and deep decay on Lumian's body persisted.

    Just a second or two later, his gaze lost focus, and his living presence disappeared.

    Thud!

    He fell in a highly decayed state, his Traveler's Bag raising dust from the weathered soil.

    He died on the spot.

    At this moment, the figure before the gravestone fully appeared.

    It was a middle-aged man wearing a black suit without a hat. His face was somewhat long, with rotting spots showing bone on both sides, and his skin was pale, as if it hadn't seen sunlight for a long time.

    His left hand hung naturally, its cyan-green swollen state completely different from the rest of his body.

    Before Mocoxidos could check the situation, surging, quiet, indifferent gray-white appeared from behind the gravestone, rapidly spreading over.

    Wherever the gray-white passed, whether floating dust or weathered ground, everything instantly became solid and heavy, losing all other colors.

    Mocoxidos didn't panic, extending his left palm with its yellowish-green capillaries and cyan patterns toward this gray-white expanse.

    Though there was no physical contact yet, the gray-white slowed down, becoming increasingly sluggish, even developing cracks within itself.

    At this moment, a mirror flew out from the fallen Traveler's Bag.

    From that mirror, Lumian, wearing a black robe with the hood down, appeared, walking back to reality with a smile on his lips.

    His highland lake-like eyes had already captured Mocoxidos's figure.

    Almost simultaneously, two black flames containing destruction and madness leaped from Lumian's pupils.

    'Ah!'

    Mocoxidos immediately screamed in agony as bursts of black flames erupted from his rotting flesh, both igniting his soul and burning his decaying body composed of various pathogens.

    He hurriedly withdrew his left hand and tore open his abdomen, as if trying to pull out the source of the black flames, but this was a Demoness curse—the true source was with Lumian.

    Lumian had disappeared, perhaps teleporting to somewhere distant, or perhaps hiding in the mirror world.

    As Mocoxidos's left hand collided with the Fire of Destruction, the corresponding black flames began to weaken, flickering as if about to die out.

    But the black flames didn't extinguish completely, stubbornly continuing to burn Mocoxidos's flesh and soul, though their intensity began to rapidly decay.

    While Mocoxidos dealt with one threat, he couldn't handle the other—the previously suppressed gray-white became surging again, crossing the barriers and spreading to his side.

    His clothes quickly took on the gray-white color, turning to stone.

    Mocoxidos's body suddenly emitted a putrid aura, with cyan-green yellowish pus oozing from the rotting areas where bone was visible.

    This pus instantly covered Mocoxidos's body, causing him to decompose into countless pathogens and disappear on the spot.

    Some pathogens were still entangled with black flames and quickly annihilated, but others that weren't originally affected managed to escape the burning of the Fire of Destruction,

    At this time, the gray-white color symbolizing Petrification grew more intense, engulfing many pathogens and turning them to stone fragments that drifted to the ground.

    Lumian's figure materialized at the side of the gravestone, smiling as he raised his right palm.

    Throughout the entire valley cemetery, from sky to earth, strange and quiet black flames ignited silently.

    In this black flame hell, every tree and blade of grass withered, collapsing as the surviving pathogens around the gravestone lost their spirituality and life one by one.

    After about seven seconds, Lumian heard a shrill, unwilling, ethereal, cursing scream in the air.

    From this, he knew Mocoxidos had completely died.

    And due to the burning of a Demoness's black flames, the other's spirit would completely dissipate in the next few dozen seconds, unable to channel his spirit or do anything else through those means.

    Lumian flipped his hand, using the mirror to pull the area around the gravestone and Mocoxidos's spirit into the mirror world, thereby affecting the return of the boon powers.

    He and Franca then crossed through the silver mirror surface, arriving in the corresponding area behind the mirror.

    During this process, Lumian couldn't help but reflect on the recent battle.

    Mocoxidos's performance had exceeded both his and Franca's expectations.

    That cyan-green swollen left hand was like one belonging to a true deity—merely seeing it and being pressed by it from afar completely crushed Lumian's resistance, making even dodging impossible.

    This definitely surpassed Sequence 3, reaching the power level of an Angel, perhaps even higher!

    Most Sequence 3 Saints from other paths would have died irreversibly facing that attack just now. Fortunately, Lumian was a Demoness of Unaging, peculiarly difficult to kill and skilled in revival and rebirth.

    Moreover, other Demoness of Unaging couldn't manage this so easily—they would likely have their normal Mirror Person die along with them, only able to revive through a pre-placed mirror in a hidden location, largely disconnected from themselves, containing a sleeping Mirror Person. This would take dozens of minutes or even hours, making further participation in this battle impossible.

    Lumian had something special in his right palm, and thanks to the stimulated residual aura of the mutated Blood Emperor, he managed to break free from that left hand's influence slightly earlier to some extent, actively using Mirror Substitution.

    Even so, all his Mirror Substitutions were destroyed, and his true form had to die once, though it didn't affect his self in the mirror.

    If not for Franca's assistance and containment, Mocoxidos would have escaped before he could revive and return.

    That left hand was indeed formidable, with a terrifying divine descent quality…

    But aside from the left hand, Mocoxidos's other aspects seemed quite ordinary, even inferior to the Sequence 4 demigod of the same path I killed before…

    Did the existence of that 'left hand' suppress the manifestation of Mocoxidos's other abilities, causing his thinking and reactions to decay to some extent?

    Since Amon could modify the ability manifestations of various sequences in the Marauder pathway, surely the great existence using 'Malady God' as an alias can do the same. When bestowing power, He deliberately adjusted the sequence abilities, lowering the rank of His own or a left hand projection of some Angel near the divine throne to Sequence 3, but had to reduce other abilities as a result and make the bestowed pay an additional price?

    As these thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, he glanced at Franca and took out his Chariot card and The Fool's Sacred Emblem.

    For the upcoming theft and manipulation, they would definitely need to beseech Mr. Fool's help!

    Lumian himself didn't have such abilities. If he could control Mocoxidos and have enough time to use large-scale black magic, using this Saint as a medium to slowly establish contact with all Malady God believers, he might barely be able to take over the Sick Church by himself, but now, less than thirty seconds remained.
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      Damm... Aren't Seq 3 battle supposed to be longer? Or does Demoness and Hunters counter Second Law pathway this much?
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        TempestUknow
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        the only things that guy had was the high angel level hand otherwise due to the nature of this boon it seems all his other abilities were supressed

        and like you said diseases and decay are not good with demonesses
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        unknown007
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        This guy is like Zaratual. Definitely a fraud
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      YellowFlame
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      A mystical handshake wiseacre
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      The outer Deities try to accelerate the destruction of the barrier, but make more ERRORS because of their DEITY pride. They will ruin themselves🥲
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    #panic# chapter repeated
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      Thanks!
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    #panic repeat chapter of 1051
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    Chapter 1053: A Demoness's Visit


    The confluence of the Srenzo and Ryan Rivers created a fertile valley region in the Trier district, with villages and estates dotting it like jewels, strung together into what was considered the most beautiful and expensive necklace in all of Intis.

    Vival Town was one of the most peripheral towns in the Trier district, quite ordinary in both geographical location and resources, and had never received much attention.

    In the basement theater of the Wild Rabbit Cafe, though there was no puppet show at the moment twenty to thirty spectators had still gathered.

    Some were clearly townspeople, while others seemed to have just arrived from the surrounding countryside, with mud spots still visible on their trouser legs.

    Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamps, the cafe owner Dalberro, standing at center stage, looked around before raising a black and white photograph in his hand.

    "You've all seen Niel's death photo very clearly.

    "He tried to betray us, and then the great Malady God brought down punishment."

    In the photograph, a man in his thirties had his eyes wide open, frozen in fear, his face showing obvious signs of decay in several places, with white bone visible in many areas.

    Dalberro was a typical Intis gentleman, with beautiful blue eyes, slightly curled brown hair, neatly trimmed beard, and a ruddy but thin face that made him popular with ladies.

    But at this moment, his expression was unusually gloomy and cold as his gaze swept across the face of each Malady God follower.

    Those caught in his gaze involuntarily lowered their heads, muttering, "Welcome the Malady God, drive out disease!

    "Welcome the Malady God, drive out disease!"

    Dalberro finally withdrew his gaze and nodded gently.

    "Disease has long been scattered throughout this world. Through the great Malady God's grace, they haven't devoured most humans, only dealing with those who abandon the deity.

    "I saw with my own eyes how Niel died in pain and regret, tormented to the point of breakdown by an incurable disease.

    "Remember, devotion is the best medicine, devotion alone can keep you away from disease!"

    After completing the daily sermon and receiving offerings from each follower, Dalberro had the congregants leave in batches to avoid drawing attention.

    Then, he returned to his bedroom upstairs and placed the newly acquired money in a metal safe.

    After finishing all this, Dalberro was about to head for the door when he suddenly saw his reflection in the full-length mirror undergo a strange transformation.

    The person in the mirror quickly became a woman, wearing a black robe with the hood down.

    The woman appeared to be only around twenty years old, with cascading black hair, each strand glossy but slightly thicker than normal, and eyes like highland lakes-clear, bright, and dreamlike, making Dalberro's soul seem to drown in them.

    For a moment, Dalberro forgot to be surprised, forgot to be cautious, forgot to be afraid, and just watched as the lady in the mirror walked out and approached him, giving him the feeling that a beautiful dream had finally come true.

    "Oh, goddess of my dreams, angel more beautiful than the entire Trier valley, my soul, my heart, what can I do to serve you?" Dalberro reflexively praised her. expressing the burning in his heart.

    You Trieriens… even after worshiping an evil god. receiving boons, and having your personalities altered, it doesn't stop you from spreading your peacock feathers in situations like this? Lumian showed a slight smile.

    "Are you a Disease Envoy?"

    Franca had already obtained some information about the Malady God from 007, learning the names of several boon Sequences.

    Among them, Sequence 9 was Patient, also called Rotting Patient, Sequence 8 was Secretary, Sequence 7 was Vermin, also known as Corruptor, Sequence 6 was Disease Envoy, Sequence 5 was Child of Decay, and Sequence 4 was Doomed One.

    Dalberro suddenly shuddered, breaking free from the beauty's charm through his faith in the Malady God. "I don't know what you're talking about." He knew he should try to find a way to escape contact or suddenly attack and control her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

    Lumian curled his lips and said, "Would you like to hear how I found this place?

    "First, I used Magic Mirror Divination to determine the general area, then infiltrated official channels to get data on disease-related deaths from recent years for comparison. After that, I had inconspicuous Beyonders ask around bars and such about anyone who had fallen seriously ill but suddenly recovered in the past few months. Finally, I checked the bodies in the hospital morgue.

    "Perhaps blessed by the gods, I had good luck and discovered Niel, who died with his entire body rotting.

    "That doctor and those two orderlies are followers of the Malady God, right? Thanks to them, similar punishments were never exposed, and afterward 'helping' with cremation requests was no problem."

    Dalberro swallowed hard with difficulty and complexity. "Wh-what do you want?"

    "I am a Demoness, you know what a Demoness is, right?" Lumian asked with a smile.

    Dalberro suddenly understood. "I know a little, no wonder…"

    No wonder she has such great charm!

    Just her appearance, figure, and temperament make one want to worship!

    Although the Church always emphasized that Demonesses were enemies, establishing connections wasn't impossible-any faction could cooperate briefly if their current interests aligned!

    "Then you should also know that we Demonesses are classified as a cult by officials and suppressed everywhere," Lumian said with rather helpless eyes. "We can barely stay in Trier anymore and want to cooperate with you."

    "Cooperate?" Dalberro was willing a thousand times over in his heart, but still maintained basic vigilance based on his faith in the Malady God.

    "Yes, the Primordial One hopes to receive the great Malady God's protection in the future, She is even willing to become the Malady God's consort," Lumian said with an ambiguous smile.

    Before Dalberro could respond, he slightly raised his chin and said, "Report to your superior. You certainly can't make decisions about this matter."

    Dalberro immediately felt stifled, which gave rise to an impulse.

    Kill the superior, become the superior, then gain the qualification to properly discuss cooperation with the beautiful Demoness before him!

    How could he let her look down on him?

    Final rationality made Dalberro control himself, and he said sincerely, "I-I will find an opportunity to report this."

    His hidden meaning was that he couldn't do it under her watch, and he needed to find a safer environment.

    Lumian nodded slightly and smiled. "Are you secretly spreading disease, trying to weaken and control me?"

    Dalberro's face instantly turned red, and he stammered, "I-it was just an instinctive choice.

    "You came so suddenly, I had to do this."

    "I can understand," Lumian said with a smile. "But I should warn you, diseases have little effect on Demonesses."

    After speaking, his figure suddenly faded and disappeared right before Dalberro's eyes.

    This was just a projection that Lumian had manifested through the mirror world!

    She's so nice, even warning me... Dalberro gazed longingly at the full-length mirror in the room and where the Demoness had stood, feeling that a faint fragrance still lingered in the air.

    After fifteen or twenty seconds, he finally managed to break free from his current state. Looking at the bright sunlight outside, he quickly left the master bedroom and came to the study, opening a secret room.

    The secret room was empty, with bare walls, peeling paint, showing signs of decay.

    Dalberro lit a white candle, locked the secret room's door, and carefully checked his surroundings.

    After confirming there were no abnormalities, he knelt down, assuming a posture of penitent prayer.

    Then, he chanted in an ancient and desolate language that seemed to be losing its very meaning. "Envoy of Depravity and Corruption, Witness to Humanity's End, Child of Rot and Disease, Palm of the God of Decay, the great Malady God...

    He was praying and beseeching his superior-the first few lines were directed at them, but the Malady God part wasn't-his superior had deliberately borrowed their worshiped deity's alias to conceal their true name, saying they could respond based on proximity using the previous four descriptions and current environment.

    As Dalberro chanted devoutly, the already dimly candlelit secret room grew darker, the candle flame flickering, about to go out.

    Meanwhile, in a room opposite the Wild Rabbit Cafe.

    Lumian held a plain silver mirror, reflecting the cafe and the building above it.

    In reality, pedestrians were coming and going on the street, and the cafe had neither many nor few customers, but in the mirror, only the corresponding buildings and rooms existed, with no traces of humans or other living beings.

    No, there was one.

    In a windowless secret room somewhere in the mirrored building, Dalberro was kneeling before an increasingly yellow and dim candle flame, praying devoutly.

    In reality, the secret room in the building still existed. but there was no lit candle, nor was there Dalberro.

    When Dalberro finished chanting the honorific name, Lumian immediately felt information trying to drill out from the mirror, establishing some kind of mystical connection.

    He neither blocked nor influenced it.

    Soon, Dalberro heard a low, hoarse voice: "What is it?"

    Dalberro immediately reported, "A Demoness has found me; she represents the Demoness Sect in seeking cooperation."

    "Demoness..." Dalberro suddenly heard his superior curse with anger, "Idiot, damn it!"

    Uh... Before Dalberro could come to his senses, his body began rapidly decaying, intense pain stabbing into his mind.

    He was already certain to die.

    But before this, Lumian in the real world had already sensed consciousness drilling into the mirror world along the previously established mystical connection, falling toward Dalberro.

    He immediately reached out his right hand and stroked the surface of the silver mirror.

    The consciousness from afar instantly left traces in the mirror world.

    Beside him, Franca held another mirror, using it to perform Magic Mirror Divination by questioning her own spirituality, "Where is the source of the traces...

    "Where is the source of the traces.

    "…"

    In the blink of an eye, Franca's mirror reflected a scene: Darkness, enclosed, seemingly the interior of a coffin, seemingly containing a corpse that hadn't completely decayed yet.
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      The Demoness Sect can't be an ally? Does the Primordial Demoness know that the God of Diseases desires her Uniqueness and Characteristics for himself? Then the Disaster City itself is the main target for the Monarch of Disintegration.
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        That's not the point. All the true gods and the outer gods are on different sides of the barricades. demonesses can be a thorn in the side, but you can cooperate with them, but the same cannot be done with external gods, and anyone who goes through this will cause the anger of others. They will be killed.
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          Tимофей Кыркелан
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          The original Demoness was almost killed at the end of the Fourth Epoch, perhaps She really died, but She was resurrected from a Mirror Personality. If the current 6 Gods had supported someone from the path of the Justiciar or the Black Emperor, one of Them would have been alive, and this would have given a better chance of creating One Great Old. All the True Gods knew that there were External Deities, but did they expect the Barrier to be Eternal?
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