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Chapter 1098: Him
Circle of Inevitability

Would the terror of the special mirror world possibly bring trouble to the Outer Deities' invasion? Lumian, treading on a wild wind, turned his head to look at Amon. 'What exactly is in the depths of the special mirror world?'

This was a direct participant who might know something!

Lumian had no expectation that Amon would certainly answer him, but asking wouldn't cost anything.

Amon stood steadily in the air, laughing with His usual tone,

'The embryonic form of the special mirror world was constructed by Bethel, to create a secret, spacious environment unknown to other gods for Tudor's and Cheek's meeting.

'Tudor wouldn't care whether this matter was seen, but cared about whether it would be known by those who shouldn't know.

'This is the style of His Imperial Majesty the Blood Emperor.'

'And then?' Lumian asked cooperatively.

Including the Termiboros period, he and Amon had already chatted 'casually' several times.

Amon pressed the monocle in His right eye socket. 'Later, the special mirror world underwent strange changes. Not only me, but Bethel and the others were no longer allowed to enter.

'His Majesty was fully capable of killing Angels.

'Afterward, His Majesty became even crazier. Cheek began to claim Herself as the true heir of the original Creator, the first person born in chaos.

'In the Pale Disaster, Cheek suffered severe damage. For thousands of years, Her condition has been poor. But as a Demoness of Unaging, you should clearly know that for high-ranking Demonesses, this is unlikely to happen. They can quickly resurrect even when met with death, let alone just being severely wounded.'

Lumian could tell that Amon was intentionally saying these words. His arrival today was certainly not just for receiving the Circle of Inevitability's letter.

'The true heir of the original Creator...' Lumian recalled the various concepts of the Demoness Sect that Franca had told him, and suddenly made certain associations. 'Shouldn't it be the personas the Oldest One initially split off? And among them, only two are most important and qualified to say this:

The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings and the original God Almighty...'

Lumian paused, muttering to himself, 'I'm aware that the combination of Tudor and Cheek was actually an arrangement left by the original God Almighty. The one believed in by the Aurora Order was also an object of arrangement, which will bring a destined accident.

'Moreover, the Demoness of Black said that the Primordial Demoness has five lines of honorific names, of which two are unknown to outsiders.'

Lumian's current thinking was that if he wanted to obtain more intelligence from Amon, he would have to trade some of his own information.

Who gets something for free?

The one in front of him was the expert at free acquisitions, once the top Marauder!

Before Amon could respond, Lumian added another sentence,

'The City of Calamity at the top of the Hunter and Demoness pathways was once contained by the original God Almighty.'

He began to suspect that the great terror of the special mirror world was related to the resurrection of the original God Almighty.

Amon glanced at him, smiling and saying, 'For such matters, no one dares to confirm without seeing it personally.

'Initially, when the special mirror world first had anomalies, that zealot already knew something was wrong. The occurrence of the War of the Four Emperors was also Him pushing it from the shadows.

'He re-established contact with the Chaos Sea more than seven years ago. Although forcibly using the Chaos Sea's power would cause the accommodation progress to regress, compared to those who still have to wait for the Western Continent's seal to be lifted, He shouldn't still be incapable of accomplishing an initial accommodation until today.

'Guess why He hasn't truly accommodated the Chaos Sea?'

Are the concerns about the problems hidden in the depths of the special mirror world stopping Him? Does He want a Beyonder qualified to become the Origins of Disaster and Calamity of Destruction not only to cultivate power against the apocalypse but also because the path to the Origins of Disaster must necessarily pass through the depths of the special mirror world, triggering that great terror and presenting it before His eyes? Is part of the previous 'bestowments' cost to be paid here? Lumian thoughtfully said to Amon, 'What else does that individual know about the special mirror world?'

Amon laughed and shook His head, answering off-topic,

'Cheek's remaining two honorific names are extremely secretive. Even color-titled high-ranking Demonesses don't all know them. Only those with close connections to Cheek that might trigger divine descent when attacked, truly grasp them.

'Otherwise, why do you think those two honorific names could remain secret, unknown even to all current Sequence Os? Medici could intimidate the Demoness of White, let alone those more powerful than Her.

'But that zealot might know something, after all, even the thoughts in one's mind might not be hidden from Him.'

Is the Demoness of Black one of those with close connections to the Primordial Demoness? She indeed seems special...

Lumian glanced at Amon and suddenly laughed. 'Using a true god's honorific name in Intisian won't incur divine punishment? Only using Hermes or ancient Hermes languages counts as blasphemy?'

After all, Cheek wasn't an uncommon name.

'You only mentioned Hermes and ancient Hermes because you only mastered them?' Amon laughed, 'Using ordinary language to recite a Sequence O's true name will attract attention but not necessarily divine punishment. As for me, guess why my title includes the description Blasphemer?'

Here, Amon adjusted the monocle in His right eye and looked Lumian up and down for a few seconds.

He said with an obvious smile, 'Actually, I'm quite looking forward to you entering the depths of the special mirror world.

Something interesting and unknown will definitely happen, and it's not something that will affect me.

'Why not give it a shot?'

'Maybe I'll consider it sometime in the future.' Lumian took on an unconcerned posture.

'Goodbye, my unacknowledged goddaughter. I hope when I see you next, you haven't truly lost control and gone mad.'

Amon waved like a human.

His figure suddenly disappeared.

Lumian lowered his head and gazed at the azure ocean shrouded in faint mist, activated the black mark on his right shoulder, and returned to the luxurious villa in Trier.

'How did it go?' Franca and Jenna, who had been waiting, asked in unison.

'The one called Inevitability sent a message through a Messenger of God,' Lumian told his two companions about the 'letter's' content.

'The one called Inevitability warned you not to go to the depths of the special mirror world? It feels like a weasel giving its well-wishes to a chicken—there's definitely no good intention,' Franca muttered.

'Could this be a misdirection?' Jenna frowned. 'But the secrets of the special mirror world's depths related to the Primordial Demoness are indeed dangerous.'

'Probably not a misdirection,' Lumian recounted his conversation with Amon that he could speak about, then laughed self-mockingly, 'Maybe the one who will save the end times is me, Mr. Fool will hold the fort, preventing those great existences from interfering with me. And when I reach the entrance of the special mirror world, I'll shout to the sky, 'Go back, or I'll face that great terror!'

'Like the Deterrence Era...' Franca couldn't help but quip.

Jenna didn't quite agree with Lumian's words. 'Maybe it would only bring trouble to the one called Inevitability, without affecting other great existences.'

'Do I look like an idiot? Before figuring out what exactly the great terror in the special mirror world's depths is and whether it can deter those great existences, I would never do such a thing,' Lumian teased Jenna.

After chatting for a while, he took out the special mirror world fragment obtained from the Demoness of Despair Panatiya from the Traveler's Bag and handed it to Franca.

'From now on, I must try to avoid direct contact with items related to the special mirror world.'

'Cautious!' Franca gave a thumbs up and praised Lumian.

She thought for a moment and took out her own special mirror world fragment, handing it to Jenna along with Lumian's.

'I have the Primordial Demoness's figurine. At critical moments, I must also avoid keeping it together with the special mirror world fragments.'

'I was just about to remind you,' Jenna smiled and collected the two special mirror world fragments.

Franca returned the smile and turned to Lumian.

'We'll put this matter aside for now?'

She was referring to Louis Gustav's matter. After some time, if this Emperor Party leader returned from Fourth Epoch Trier and the special mirror world, they would leave it to official Beyonders to handle, and notify the Demoness Sect on the side, not getting involved.

'Yeah.' Lumian nodded. 'In the coming days, besides finding other cultists hidden in Trier and Zaratul's clues, I'll focus on digesting the potion. I might seek Mr. Fool's permission to attempt the acting in a specific scenario for Weather Warlock.

'Also, I've communicated with Mr. Star and Mr. Moon. If they discover a base of the Rose School of Thought or an armed force belonging to them, they'll immediately notify me. I'll take you to the Southern Continent and launch a small war.'

The acting of a War Bishop must be completed in a war.

'Okay.' Franca pointed upstairs. 'So there's nothing else for now?'

She wanted to continue manufacturing giant robots.

Lumian didn't respond directly but turned to Jenna and Franca with a smile. 'I heard a very famous circus is touring in Trier.

Want to go see it together?'

'Sure.' Jenna looked at Franca.

Franca hesitated for two seconds. 'Alright.'

More than a week later.

Angoulême de Francois put on a brown coat with gold-embroidered threads and walked towards the underground of Saint Vieve Cathedral.

He and several colleagues were assigned to search for Louis Gustav and Madame Pualis in Fourth Epoch Trier. For this, they needed to hold a ritual, receive the blessing of the Eternal Blazing Sun, to resist the various corruptions existing in the Fourth Epoch Trier within a certain time.

Even for an Unshadowed, it would be quite dangerous otherwise.

Another one brought by Hidden Blade... Angoulême sighed inwardly.

The matter of Louis Gustav and the person suspected to be Pualis meeting in Fourth Epoch Trier was personally reported by him.

After being assigned to this task, Angoulême had tried to find Hidden Blade in the telegram group multiple times, wanting to complain, but in the past week, Hidden Blade had only been online two or three times, and no one knew what she was busy with.

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    1109: The Only Chance






    1109 The Only Chance

    Franca, recovering from the mention of the mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—continued her intense battle with the Demoness of Black Clarice.

    Gradually, she discovered something was off.

    The surrounding phantom black mirror tunnels partially shed their grayish-white color, no longer petrified, no longer obstacles to escape;

    The Demoness of Black was more in a defensive posture, protecting the grayish-white altar displaying the Primordial Demoness's figurine;

    The Demoness of Black had revealed the two hidden honorific names of the Primordial Demoness. Besides causing emotional fluctuations and creating a brief opening, falling into a temporary disadvantage, it had no other effect and did not bring the anticipated terrible corruption.

    What was her true purpose in revealing such a significant secret? Just to frighten her and turn the tide? Franca felt a strong sense of doubt rising in her heart.

    Suddenly, she had a guess: The Demoness of Black did not appear here to wait for me; she has another mission!

    Is my encounter with the Demoness of Black actually the result of the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Convergence?

    The Demoness of Black detected an outsider mysteriously arriving nearby. Her first reaction would certainly be to seal the tunnel and eliminate potential risks...

    After battling for a while and discovering I've completely digested the Unaging potion, realizing no quick victory was possible, her choice was to pretend to fight with full force, seemingly preoccupied, quietly lifting the petrification of some mirror tunnels, and attempting to scare me away using the two hidden honorific names of the Primordial Demoness?

    What does this signify?

    It indicates she has a very important purpose in arranging the altar here, and that the two hidden honorific names of the Primordial Demoness would lose their secrecy very soon!

    Moreover, the Beyonder characteristic congregation force between us should not be strong enough to Teleport me near her. In the mirror world, there exists a Demoness of a higher level with stronger congregation forces...

    Besides the Beyonder characteristic, what else 'attracted' me here...

    Franca suddenly recalled the Primordial Demoness figurine in her Traveler's Bag.

    Her peripheral vision swept towards the grayish-white stone altar, towards the bone-like Primordial Demoness figurine placed upon it.

    Something's amiss!

    Relying on the power of the Ice Mirror Charm, Anthony traversed the mirror tunnels densely interwoven like a spider web, heading towards the location indicating the team leader.

    Just as he was about to reach his destination, he was met with a surging light as intense as a solar explosion.

    Instinctively, Anthony closed his eyes, and grayish-white scales began to emerge on the surface of his skin.

    This was a sign of loss of control.

    He hurriedly Placated himself, controlling the fluctuations of his mental and emotional state.

    Fortunately, the light's burst lasted only an instant, then condensed at the edge of the special mirror world, transforming into an invisible barrier.

    Anthony persevered and returned to normal. Then, he saw Ludwig, whose body had just materialized, and Jenna, who had reopened her eyes. He also saw multiple flickering figures, seemingly belonging to Mr. Fool.

    Jenna gazed at the light-condensed barrier, recalling the stellar explosion from moments ago that seemed capable of creating an entire world. Her heart plummeted completely, falling into an abyss.

    The emergence of this situation meant that a mutation had already occurred in the depths of this special mirror world!

    That great terror has most likely been triggered...

    This means that the probability of Lumian surviving is now extremely slim...

    At this moment, a voice sounded near Jenna's ear: 'Actually, there is still a chance to save Lumian Lee, a chance with some hope of success.'

    Jenna swiftly turned her head and looked beside her, discovering a young man who had appeared at some point, wearing a pointed soft cap and a monocle, draped ina classical magical robe.

    'Amon...' Jenna's lips moved, uttering this name.

    Amon glanced at Mr. Fool who had 'split' new figures to look over here, then laughed and muttered to Himself, 'Why is it me again who has to do this?

    'Next time, don't prophesize that I'll be the light at the dawn of the apocalypse...'

    As He muttered, He took out a white piece of paper from somewhere and looked at Jenna. 'That chance is on you, and the price is your life.'

    My life... Jenna repeated this phrase blankly.

    Before Jenna could respond, Amon's speaking speed accelerated, as if multiple people were relaying the narrative, almost creating a majestic and layered effect.

    'Time is limited, I'll only pick out the key points of the story.

    'Commissioned by Amon, Celia Bello discovered Harrison from the Western Continent and obtained fragments of the special mirror world, encountering the phantom of Krismona.

    'In her subsequent advancements, Krismona's phantom would repeatedly warn Celia Bello about the dangers of a pure female Demoness and the potential sources of danger. This failed to dissuade Celia Bello and instead stimulated her to persist on this path, because Celia Bello, who came from a humble background, had been a Showy Diva, and witnessed the death of her loved ones, desperately wanted to become powerful. She wanted to seize every opportunity to become strong to protect those she wanted to protect. The uniqueness of a pure female Demoness made her see the possibility of being used, and being used meant she might receive a 'gift' and become a high-ranking individual in a very short time.

    'She was willing to bear the enormous risks that would come with this. She has always been someone skilled at going all-in.

    'Arranged by the story's author, Celia Bello successfully evaded the Demoness Sect's investigation and, relying on the special small sacrificial square in the catacombs, escaped the gaze of the Primordial Demoness Cheek until The... Mr. Fool initially awakened.'

    After saying 'The,' Amon paused, then switched with a slight upward inflection to 'Mr.'

    Looking at the white paper, He continued, 'In the end, Lumian Lee and Franca Roland both entrusted their special mirror world fragments to Jenna for safekeeping, unexpectedly allowing her to gather three pieces—a trinity, three pillars that evolved all things.

    'Now, Jenna has a chance, a chance to save Lumian Lee. That is, before the Despair potion is completely digested, forcibly advancing to Demoness of Unaging, utilizing the uniqueness of a pure female Demoness and those three special mirror world fragments to transfer the great terror in the depths of the special mirror world onto herself.

    'This way, the barrier of the special mirror world will instantly shatter. The great Mr. Fool can certainly pull Lumian Lee, who only has Alista Tudor resurrected within him, back from the edge of consciousness death and mental alienation. Praise The Fool!

    'This is a surmise; the events about to occur are not certain, supported only by three facts:

    'The first fact is that the previously only pure female Demoness, Krismona, died in the War of the Four Emperors, and the Demoness Sect has been killing pure female Demoness early;

    'The second fact is that Krismona's ghost once said that pure female Demonesses would face a trial when advancing to Demoness of Unaging, and if they fail to pass, something terribly frightening would happen—this has been confirmed as true;

    'The third fact is that the great terror in the depths of the special mirror world is related to the Demoness and Hunter pathways.

    'This indicates that both pure female Demonesses and pure male Hunters might attract that great terror, but only Demonesses are closely linked to the mirror world and Mirror People.'

    Amon raised His head, adjusted His monocle, and looked at Jenna. 'The story's author only grasps these facts. Before the light burst just now, He was not clear about what was hidden in the special mirror world.

    'That is to say, His surmise only has a certain probability of success. Unexpected changes might occur midway, leading to failure—a probability that is even quite high. However, with our great Mr. Fool, He can amplify the possibility of success and reduce the probability of failure.

    'Even so, success is not guaranteed. No one knows what other special characteristics the great terror in the depths of the special mirror world might have.

    'Celia Bello is at a crossroads of choice.

    'On one side is whether Lumian Lee can survive, on the other is her own life.

    'Regardless of success or failure, she will certainly die, because what's needed is not passing the trial during advancement, but welcoming failure during the trial.

    'Because the great Mr. Fool awakened early, the story's author couldn't arrange Celia Bello's brother properly, which would cause many things to be exposed prematurely. So, Celia Bello doesn't need to be cornered now, doesn't need to be forced into a singular choice.

    'So, what is her answer?'

    Only at the last question did Jenna truly awaken.

    At this moment, one of the high-frequency flickering figures split from Mr. Fool and said to her, 'You can choose not to choose, or choose the opposite.

    'I will do my best to destroy the barrier in a short time. If I can't, I'll seal this place.'

    Between voices that were sometimes near and sometimes far,

    Jenna completely came to her senses, understanding what Amon had just described.

    So my persistence in walking the pure female Demoness path was arranged... Even my emotions, reactions, and thoughts were anticipated...

    So Julien almost became an arranged object because of my ‘uniqueness', falling into a situation of imminent death or madness...

    So I was never discovered by the Demoness Sect because I was always being arranged...

    Jenna had actually expected to be arranged for a long time and was psychologically prepared. She was willing to take risks to become strong quickly and protect those she wanted to protect, to accept the 'bestowment'. But what she didn't expect was that there were no risks, only death—she was just a sacrifice, a tool, a puppet being manipulated on stage, a cheap puppet.

    At this moment, she truly understood the feelings Lumian experienced during the arrangements before becoming a Demoness of Despair.

    Everything seemed to have lost meaning, everything was so despairing.

    Jenna felt she should be angry, should hate, should madly curse everything, and try her best to resist.

    She actually had all these emotions, but...

    Jenna turned her head and gazed at the barrier condensed with dazzling light.

    A smile gradually spread across her face, and she softly said to herself, 'But... 'I am willing.'
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      Well, Amon is incredibly busy—really, really busy. He should have changed his title to Savior instead of Angel of Time, God of Deceit, or Mr. Error. Damn ASG! Hahaha! oru2x

      And Jenna, may the Underworld Daoist and the Evernight Goddess bless you, so that you can find peace in the River of Eternal Darkness... bow
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      RIP Jenna 😔
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      :')
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      If Jenna dies and falls into the River of Eternal Darkness, and Lumian can survive, he must have a strong determination to become a GOO.
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      Ojalá suba otro capítulo hoy el autor!!! Jajaja, esto se prendió!!!
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    what the hell is this chapters 😰😱 i do not understand a single thing that what is going to happen next but it look like fire
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    Chapter 1108: Fusion


    As the rusty and blood-cast crown was slowly pressed into Lumian's head, Lumian, who was in a state of continuous pleasure and petrification, suddenly regained a bit of thought. Is this 'crown' the Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic of the Hunter pathway, Conqueror?

    The one that fell into the Primordial Demoness's hands?

    I've only partially digested my Weather Warlock potion...

    Forcibly merging the Conqueror Beyonder characteristic with me in this situation, without supplementary ingredients or an advancement ritual, I will inevitably lose control and go mad....

    Is this the future pointed to by the letter from the Circle of Inevitability, and the truth of the prophecy by the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture?

    Lumian could flash a few thoughts but could not use his abilities, because the snake-like black hair that brought petrification was still entwined around him, and the white body that brought heaven and hell was still on him, encompassing him, embracing him from all directions.

    The blood-stained and rusty "crown" gradually sank into Lumian's head, bringing tearing pain, a desire to conquer everything, and violent, mad emotions.

    The female voice, filled with laughter and sighs, seductive and charming, once again sounded by Lumian's ear.

    "When we truly become the original Creator-the Oldest One-in the mirror, you won't need to worry about the future or the apocalypse. Even if reality is destroyed, as long as there's a mirror left in this universe, the mirror world won't completely shatter. By then, the reality reflected in the mirror world will walk out of the mirror exactly as it was, all buildings will be restored, all humans will be resurrected, and they'll continue living happily-just with their left and right hands' habits reversed...

    "I know what you want most is to resurrect your sister Aurore...

    "She will definitely be resurrected, and I will eventually merge into this body of yours, becoming one with her...

    "By then, I can continue to be your sister...

    "Stupid, I am your sister..."

    An unspeakable anger suddenly rose in Lumian's heart, but this still couldn't help him escape his current state and predicament.

    The next second, a figure appeared in his blurry vision.

    The figure was draped in blood-colored long hair, wearing black armor stained with crimson, with a rigid temperament and azure eyes, openly displaying a cruelty and madness ready to destroy everything at any moment.

    The mirrored Blood Emperor Alista Tudor!

    Lumian instantly understood that the one who had previously persuaded this mirrored Blood Emperor to leave was Primordial Demoness Cheek.

    This might be because Lumian had not yet become an Angel at that time, or perhaps because the situation was not yet chaotic, with too many high-ranking figures watching...

    The mirrored Alista Tudor looked at Lumian and the white body intertwined, let out a contemptuous laugh, and walked towards Lumian's body.

    He gradually became ethereal and shrank, like a human reflected in an ordinary mirror.

    Seeing this, Lumian instantly understood what the mirrored Alista Tudor was about to do.

    He was going to use the forceful infusion of the Conqueror Beyonder characteristic and the residual Blood Emperor aura in his body to occupy this body and complete His resurrection!

    For Tudor, who was originally Sequence 0 Red Priest, both the Weather Warlock and Conqueror Beyonder characteristics could be easily digested without any problems, and He would not lose control or go mad.

    Lumian suddenly realized the true purpose of the Circle of Inevitability sending that letter.

    He wants to fix this fate of losing control, making it a predetermined end...

    This is not targeting me, but the Blood Emperor Alista Tudor He saw, who was about to replace me...

    But would Tudor be afraid of going mad?

    Would He care about this issue?

    …

    In the special mirror world, Jenna didn't dare to look directly at the enormous, distorted inhuman silhouette separated by the barrier, nor could she participate in the battle in that area.

    She only knew that Mr. Fool had split into multiple crazily flickering human figures, only knew that the area had been destroyed multiple times and then restored to its original state, only knew that she sometimes felt dull, stupid, and her thoughts sluggish, sometimes felt that a segment of the middle process was missing, sometimes showed signs of losing control, and sometimes was in an incredibly good state...

    What she also knew was that Mr. Fool seemingly couldn't defeat the distorted silhouette in a short time and enter the depths of the special mirror world. Her spiritual intuition and the mystical connection brought by the Mr. Fool told her that Lumian was at that moment in the depths of the special mirror world.

    There was presumably Primordial Demoness Cheek, an unknown great terror. The longer time passed, the higher the possibility that Lumian would completely die or turn into Alista Tudor or some other monster.

    For Jenna, each second now felt like an entire year, and many seconds had already passed.

    Her heart gradually sank, becoming more and more desperate.

    She hated that she couldn't help at all, and couldn't assist Mr. Fool in quickly resolving the battle.

    Ironically, her Despair potion was rapidly being digested.

    …

    Deep within the special mirror world.

    The mirrored Blood Emperor, now reduced to normal human size, suddenly had a human figure appear before Him.

    This figure was draped in rust-colored long hair, wearing white armor, with iron-black eyes and a high- bridged nose, seemingly cast from the same mold as Blood Emperor Alista Tudor, only with many opposite details in color.

    His eyes were rigid and hollow, seemingly possessing only a tiny bit of self-awareness.

    The mirrored Alista Tudor overlapped with this figure, beginning to fuse intensely.

    Lumian, whose mind was ravaged by violent and conquering emotions, vaguely knew who the Alista Tudor in white full-body armor was.

    He was the product of the initial fusion between the Blood Emperor and the mirrored original Creator-the Oldest One-during the Fourth Epoch.

    He was the true resurrection arrangement of the Blood Emperor Alista Tudor, always kept and protected by Primordial Demoness Cheek.

    Now, with the mirrored Alista Tudor and the Sequence 1 Conqueror" Beyonder characteristic's "participation", the resurrection would become easier and more perfect!

    The two Tudors, intensely fusing, came to Lumian's side. At this moment, Lumian's head had been opened, and inside was not white brain matter, nor iron-black bones interwoven with violet-tinged fire and symbolic patterns, but a phantasmal blood-stained "crown".

    It seemed to be drawing on Lumian's flesh and spirit, merging with itself as the primary, rather than with Lumian.

    The overlapping Tudors, still fusing and dropping various colored flames, pressed Their right palm into Lumian's brain, onto the rusty phantasmal "crown".

    Their figures instantly entered Lumian's body, and the Blood Emperor residual aura on Lumian's right palm suddenly protruded and expanded, rapidly breaking through the Underworld Daoist's seal and igniting his entire body.

    Violent, mad, cruel, and savage mental states swept through like a storm, destroying Lumian's consciousness.

    Lumian finally lost that last bit of thought.

    The perfect torso entwined with him and still consummating with him covered his body in a thick layer of frost, which did not quickly melt even under the violet flames, thus controlling the fire's burning, maintaining the best rhythm of Lumian and Tudor's fusion.

    This torso stood up from Lumian's embrace, separating from him, no longer entangling or restraining him.

    A bone-made dress flew up from the ground, draping over this white torso.

    Her beautiful face revealed an obvious smile, speaking to the two Tudors still fusing with Lumian, "You haven't reclaimed the Red Priest's Uniqueness. I can't merge with this body's feminine side right now, as that would cause an imbalance, leading to the worst outcome.

    "But it's fine. The problems brought by the Primordial God Almighty's consciousness revival are both troublesome and helpful. I can separate a personality containing the Sequence 1 Demoness of Apocalypse Beyonder characteristic, partial self-awareness and spirit, like a Visionary, without reducing my current level, just losing corresponding memories and cognition, causing certain spiritual disabilities…"

    The Primordial Demoness spoke, Her expression suddenly twisting, revealing intense pain.

    Her arms, shoulders, and head were all cracking.

    After several seconds, a figure identical to Her, wearing a bone dress, walked out.

    This supremely beautiful figure was wet, as if coated with a liquid containing all colors.

    The Primordial Demoness's face returned to normal.

    She ignored the self that had crumbled, seeming to have forgotten certain things.

    The split-off Primordial Demoness, with the same objective as Her original self, let the bone dress fall to the ground, sitting again on Lumian, embracing him, entwining him, increasingly forcefully, with flesh beginning to fuse.

    Almost simultaneously, the distorted giant figure at the special mirror world's edge was dramatically dragged back by an extremely exaggerated horrifying suction, quickly returning to normal.

    She was another Primordial Demoness, breathtakingly beautiful, wearing a black bone dress.

    She looked resistant, but under the original Primordial Demoness's intense suppression, was forced to shed Her dress, overlapping with the torso entangled with Lumian.

    Suddenly, in this area where all symbols and prerequisites were now present, a light burst forth, so bright it seemed about to create a world.

    This erupted from the fusion point of Lumian and the two Blood Emperors, the two Primordial Demonesses.

    …

    At the special mirror world's edge.

    Seeing the distorted figure instantly retreat, Mr. Fool did not hesitate, preparing to penetrate the barrier and enter the most dangerous place.

    Suddenly, an extreme brightness surged out, enveloping the barrier, forming a new obstruction, like the amniotic membrane protecting a baby, like the invisible layer protecting this planet.

    An indescribable terrifying sensation spread out, causing Mr. Fool's figure to pause, with Jenna briefly losing her thoughts.

    Not far from here, Red Angel Medici, leisurely eating an apple and patiently waiting for developments, had His expression suddenly freeze.

    In His eyes was also reflected that unimaginable surging light.

    After a few seconds, Red Angel Medici ground His teeth and muttered, "What the hell has that lunatic, Tudor, gotten Himself into..."
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      I'm so glad Medici got to taste defeat. But I still believe that Medici should become the Red Reaper and rise above consistency.
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        Medici has been getting beat up by Alista
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      To do this, MGoD used the Mother's card and attacked Lumian? To allow the AG to be reborn in the form of the Disaster of Destruction or The Primordial itself and destroy the Earth from within? The plan is very 👍
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      So Lumian has fused with 2 sequence 1, and 4 personalities of extreme madness?
      I will be surprised if what comes next doesn't lose control or becomes the definition of madness and chaos
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    The original Creator—in the mirror? Has the Primordial Demoness gone mad? To actually give Herself such a title, and moreover, to actually be able to point to Herself? Franca had originally prepared herself mentally not to be shocked or surprised, to prevent the Demoness of Black from launching a surprise attack, but the actual situation still exceeded her expectations.

    The honorific name 'The Female Body of the Primordial God Almighty' was actually understandable after her initial shock—Lumian had previously suspected that the great terror deep within the special mirror world was related to the resurrection of the Primordial God Almighty, so the Primordial Demoness, who was closely involved with this matter and controlled it to a certain extent, quietly becoming 'The Female Body of the Primordial God' was terrifying but not entirely unexpected.

    But 'The original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror' completely surpassed their imagination!

    Why would the Primordial Demoness think She could bear such a title?

    What great terror had She and Alista Tudor actually orchestrated deep within the special mirror world?

    Could it be that They are about to destroy and recreate the world?

    …

    Deep within the special mirror world.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek seemed like someone who hadn't had anyone to talk to for a long time or perhaps harbored some dangerous intention. Ignoring the frozen thoughts of the statue-like Lumian, She let out a low, ragged breath as cracks spread in the grayish-white surface, laughing in a rising and falling rhythm as She spoke,

    'Plus, huff… the mirror world belongs to the Demoness pathway, huff…

    'The answer becomes… huff… very… huff… very clear…

    'The original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror…'

    Lumian's mind was like fireworks exploding, with colors of all kinds, both beautiful and dangerous.

    His face was cupped by those pure white, delicate hands, with bare arms like white jade art pieces connecting to the torso that had drawn a final line with charm itself. Countless black hairs, snake-like, glided all over his body, slick with a hint of sweat.

    The marvelous female voice that made Lumian's very soul want to draw near sometimes was on his left side, sometimes ran to his right, sometimes descended to his chest with a wet sensation.

    'The Primordial God Almighty… hoh… who accommodated the City of Calamity, knows very well… huff… this point…

    'His resurrection arrangement… huff… had one part in the Chaos Sea and the five pathways corresponding to the Chaos Sea… huff… and another part hidden in the City of Calamity… huff… hidden in the Demoness and Hunter pathways…

    'When the Demoness who commands chaos… huff… meets and combines with the Red Priest, huff, He will become the Trinity, in the City of Calamity, within the Chaos Demoness and the Red Priest… huff… simultaneously resurrecting, ultimately… hoh… forming a whole, returning in the mirror…

    'Huff… but He perished too early, some things were not quite like the expected and arranged…

    'The City of Calamity… huff… was sealed in the Western Continent, preventing Him from quickly becoming the Trinity, gathering all calamities, and moreover… huff… there was another change on the City of Calamity's side…

    'His consciousness revived in me and Tudor, oh, Tudor, but without the City of Calamity's resonance and linkage, that consciousness grew very slowly… huff… suppressed and controlled by us…

    'And, hoh… the place where we consummated was not the ordinary mirror world… huff… but the special mirror world created by Bethel…

    'Bethel had already accommodated… huff… the Uniqueness of the Door pathway and all Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics… huff… and by the special nature of the Door pathway, self-sealed to prevent convergence, stopping Himself from becoming a god… hoh… but He also sensed the terrifying revival of the Celestial Worthy within Him… huff… The Fourth Epoch was not suitable for the three Mysteries pathways to become divine…

    'Bethel created the special mirror world… huff… voluntarily, but whether there was an influence from godhood, no one knows…

    'When the initial feminine and masculine sides, the consciousness of the Primordial God Almighty, and the special mirror world created by the Mysteries pathways combined, the development of things deviated from the Primordial God Almighty's arrangement!'

    The female voice, now slightly hoarse, no longer panted and suddenly became high-pitched, like a swan forcefully bending its neck backward.

    The Oldest One's body of both male and female… plus the power of the two direct pillars belonging to the Oldest One… Lumian, who had fallen into hell from desire, suddenly understood why the mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—had appeared.

    In this matter, the Celestial Worthy unconsciously or with a bit of consciousness applied influence, trying to prevent the Primordial God Almighty's resurrection. As a result, the development exceeded everyone's expectations. A true, unknown great horror was born in the depths of the special mirror world, causing the Celestial Worthy's plan to defeat Mr. Fool by using the Mirror Person's 'splitting oneself to clinch victory' to suffer a complete failure.

    The female voice was no longer hoarse, becoming low and gentle, very smooth.

    'The mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—was thus born, but His consciousness was very weak, like all newborn infants…

    'This gives me and you a chance, not only to suppress the Primordial One's revival of His consciousness but also a chance to become the true Creator…

    'This is also dangerous, and the corresponding effort is the craziest behavior in this world, but you're not afraid—this is when you're most charming…

    'Tudor and I attempted to merge with the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror, one bearing the feminine side, one containing the masculine side, and then use this to control the City of Calamity, so we can be both separated and joined, both unified and contradictory, both whole and divided…

    'This seems to be the only way for the Oldest One to stably exist, an unverified method…

    'Now you've come, you even have the twin child of the Mother Goddess of Depravity on you, the seal of the River of Eternal Darkness. With all of this combined, the mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—might be able to enter reality…

    'By then, the mirror world will have a sun, will have a moon, will have stars, will have everything from the outside world, becoming exactly the same as reality…'

    The gentle and smooth female voice gradually became heavy, mixing up the use of 'you' and 'Tudor' pronouns, seemingly wanting 'you' and 'Tudor' to ultimately become the same.

    It carried a hint of laughter, and sweet lips blocked Lumian's mouth, the voice echoing in his oral cavity.

    'Adam wanted to nurture you to accommodate the City of Calamity, but the first time I saw you, I felt that this body was prepared for Tudor and me. You should not become the Origins of Disaster, the Calamity of Destruction, you should be the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror, be Tudor, also be Cheek…'

    At this point, the tongue that brought countless stimulations and pleasures retracted, sighing and reminiscing. 'Our attempts gradually bore fruit, we could truly merge, but Adam sensed something was wrong. Those fellows also had a dangerous premonition, and the War of the Four Emperors broke out…

    'Some wanted to deal with us, others attacked their enemies in the chaos…

    'I actually wanted to kill Adam before we started trying, to prevent Him from discovering our plan. You also supported this, but that fellow ran faster than anyone and hid deeper than anyone…

    'Unfortunately, our union was not yet complete, and we had so many enemies…

    'In the last moment, Tudor wanted to forcibly complete the merger, using this to pull all other sefirot from the Western Continent, dragging the entire world to die, waiting for the Creator's symbolic manifestation in death…

    'This was too crazy. Our dream was not yet complete, we had not yet become the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror. I decided to let you die for a while, and then resurrect you later…

    'I dealt Tudor the critical blow. Salinger completed His life's culling, sending His soul into the River of Eternal Darkness…

    'Later, I went to Salinger, to resurrect you, to make Him deal with those seven self-proclaimed orthodox gods…

    'Salinger, influenced by someone, actually relied on a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness to forcibly accommodate the Red Priest's Uniqueness, going half-mad…

    'This was good. This way, you would have a chance to resurrect in His body, and a half-mad person is easier to manipulate…

    'I wanted to manipulate Him to collect Tudor's corpse in Fourth Epoch Trier, merge it with Himself, manipulate Him to touch the special mirror world, so you could be resurrected…

    'Everything was originally going smoothly, but then an accident occurred…'

    The female voice suddenly became heavy, as if suppressing Her own madness.

    'Salinger's forced accommodation of the Red Priest's Uniqueness actually caused an aberration in the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror, producing a certain self-awareness…

    'She was exactly like me, just preferring to wear a black bone dress. She even said She was a pure female, heh, sometimes I can't help but wonder if it's not that the mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—gained self-awareness, but that my own spirit and personality split…

    'To suppress Her, to continue merging, I had to let the consciousness of the Primordial God Almighty in me further revive, seeking a certain balance…

    'Since then, I've had to suppress the Primordial One's consciousness while fighting against the black version of myself, spending most of my time here, unable to effectively interfere with the outside world…

    'Fortunately, the problem is not severe, only that my direct descendants and I will intermittently experience separation and loss of personality, spirit, consciousness, and memory…'

    As she spoke, when Lumian reached an unprecedented state of pleasure, the female voice laughed.

    'Now, your state is suitable, you will be equivalent to Tudor…

    'Do not expect help from The Fool. He has only just initially awakened and is not yet a truly great existence. The mirror Creator influenced by me is enough to block Him…

    'As for Adam's side, there are other problems…'

    In Lumian's blurry vision, a pair of white, smooth arms that seemed to have a luster lifted a somewhat peculiar crown, rusty and stained with blood.

    The crown quickly became ethereal, seemingly reduced to countless tiny light points while maintaining its overall shape.

    The beautiful hand at the end of the white arm brought the 'crown' to Lumian's head, as if to help him wear it.

    No, not wear—those hands forcibly pressed the 'crown' into Lumian's head, without any supplementary ingredients or advancement ritual.

    Simultaneously, more white arms appeared, along with the snake-like black hair, entwining Lumian's body in various ways.

    Suddenly, a beautiful face pressed close to Lumian's head, with pink lips sighing with joy and satisfaction.

    'Who you are is not important…

    'What you want to do is not important either…

    'What's important is the role you're playing…'

    This voice, soft and gentle, echoed outward.

    Wtf?!
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    The original Creator—in the mirror? Has the Primordial Demoness gone mad? To actually give Herself such a title, and moreover, to actually be able to point to Herself? Franca had originally prepared herself mentally not to be shocked or surprised, to prevent the Demoness of Black from launching a surprise attack, but the actual situation still exceeded her expectations.

    The honorific name 'The Female Body of the Primordial God Almighty' was actually understandable after her initial shock—Lumian had previously suspected that the great terror deep within the special mirror world was related to the resurrection of the Primordial God Almighty, so the Primordial Demoness, who was closely involved with this matter and controlled it to a certain extent, quietly becoming 'The Female Body of the Primordial God' was terrifying but not entirely unexpected.

    But 'The original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror' completely surpassed their imagination!

    Why would the Primordial Demoness think She could bear such a title?

    What great terror had She and Alista Tudor actually orchestrated deep within the special mirror world?

    Could it be that They are about to destroy and recreate the world?

    …

    Deep within the special mirror world.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek seemed like someone who hadn't had anyone to talk to for a long time or perhaps harbored some dangerous intention. Ignoring the frozen thoughts of the statue-like Lumian, She let out a low, ragged breath as cracks spread in the grayish-white surface, laughing in a rising and falling rhythm as She spoke,

    'Plus, huff… the mirror world belongs to the Demoness pathway, huff…

    'The answer becomes… huff… very… huff… very clear…

    'The original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror…'

    Lumian's mind was like fireworks exploding, with colors of all kinds, both beautiful and dangerous.

    His face was cupped by those pure white, delicate hands, with bare arms like white jade art pieces connecting to the torso that had drawn a final line with charm itself. Countless black hairs, snake-like, glided all over his body, slick with a hint of sweat.

    The marvelous female voice that made Lumian's very soul want to draw near sometimes was on his left side, sometimes ran to his right, sometimes descended to his chest with a wet sensation.

    'The Primordial God Almighty… hoh… who accommodated the City of Calamity, knows very well… huff… this point…

    'His resurrection arrangement… huff… had one part in the Chaos Sea and the five pathways corresponding to the Chaos Sea… huff… and another part hidden in the City of Calamity… huff… hidden in the Demoness and Hunter pathways…

    'When the Demoness who commands chaos… huff… meets and combines with the Red Priest, huff, He will become the Trinity, in the City of Calamity, within the Chaos Demoness and the Red Priest… huff… simultaneously resurrecting, ultimately… hoh… forming a whole, returning in the mirror…

    'Huff… but He perished too early, some things were not quite like the expected and arranged…

    'The City of Calamity… huff… was sealed in the Western Continent, preventing Him from quickly becoming the Trinity, gathering all calamities, and moreover… huff… there was another change on the City of Calamity's side…

    'His consciousness revived in me and Tudor, oh, Tudor, but without the City of Calamity's resonance and linkage, that consciousness grew very slowly… huff… suppressed and controlled by us…

    'And, hoh… the place where we consummated was not the ordinary mirror world… huff… but the special mirror world created by Bethel…

    'Bethel had already accommodated… huff… the Uniqueness of the Door pathway and all Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics… huff… and by the special nature of the Door pathway, self-sealed to prevent convergence, stopping Himself from becoming a god… hoh… but He also sensed the terrifying revival of the Celestial Worthy within Him… huff… The Fourth Epoch was not suitable for the three Mysteries pathways to become divine…

    'Bethel created the special mirror world… huff… voluntarily, but whether there was an influence from godhood, no one knows…

    'When the initial feminine and masculine sides, the consciousness of the Primordial God Almighty, and the special mirror world created by the Mysteries pathways combined, the development of things deviated from the Primordial God Almighty's arrangement!'

    The female voice, now slightly hoarse, no longer panted and suddenly became high-pitched, like a swan forcefully bending its neck backward.

    The Oldest One's body of both male and female… plus the power of the two direct pillars belonging to the Oldest One… Lumian, who had fallen into hell from desire, suddenly understood why the mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—had appeared.

    In this matter, the Celestial Worthy unconsciously or with a bit of consciousness applied influence, trying to prevent the Primordial God Almighty's resurrection. As a result, the development exceeded everyone's expectations. A true, unknown great horror was born in the depths of the special mirror world, causing the Celestial Worthy's plan to defeat Mr. Fool by using the Mirror Person's 'splitting oneself to clinch victory' to suffer a complete failure.

    The female voice was no longer hoarse, becoming low and gentle, very smooth.

    'The mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—was thus born, but His consciousness was very weak, like all newborn infants…

    'This gives me and you a chance, not only to suppress the Primordial One's revival of His consciousness but also a chance to become the true Creator…

    'This is also dangerous, and the corresponding effort is the craziest behavior in this world, but you're not afraid—this is when you're most charming…

    'Tudor and I attempted to merge with the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror, one bearing the feminine side, one containing the masculine side, and then use this to control the City of Calamity, so we can be both separated and joined, both unified and contradictory, both whole and divided…

    'This seems to be the only way for the Oldest One to stably exist, an unverified method…

    'Now you've come, you even have the twin child of the Mother Goddess of Depravity on you, the seal of the River of Eternal Darkness. With all of this combined, the mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—might be able to enter reality…

    'By then, the mirror world will have a sun, will have a moon, will have stars, will have everything from the outside world, becoming exactly the same as reality…'

    The gentle and smooth female voice gradually became heavy, mixing up the use of 'you' and 'Tudor' pronouns, seemingly wanting 'you' and 'Tudor' to ultimately become the same.

    It carried a hint of laughter, and sweet lips blocked Lumian's mouth, the voice echoing in his oral cavity.

    'Adam wanted to nurture you to accommodate the City of Calamity, but the first time I saw you, I felt that this body was prepared for Tudor and me. You should not become the Origins of Disaster, the Calamity of Destruction, you should be the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror, be Tudor, also be Cheek…'

    At this point, the tongue that brought countless stimulations and pleasures retracted, sighing and reminiscing. 'Our attempts gradually bore fruit, we could truly merge, but Adam sensed something was wrong. Those fellows also had a dangerous premonition, and the War of the Four Emperors broke out…

    'Some wanted to deal with us, others attacked their enemies in the chaos…

    'I actually wanted to kill Adam before we started trying, to prevent Him from discovering our plan. You also supported this, but that fellow ran faster than anyone and hid deeper than anyone…

    'Unfortunately, our union was not yet complete, and we had so many enemies…

    'In the last moment, Tudor wanted to forcibly complete the merger, using this to pull all other sefirot from the Western Continent, dragging the entire world to die, waiting for the Creator's symbolic manifestation in death…

    'This was too crazy. Our dream was not yet complete, we had not yet become the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror. I decided to let you die for a while, and then resurrect you later…

    'I dealt Tudor the critical blow. Salinger completed His life's culling, sending His soul into the River of Eternal Darkness…

    'Later, I went to Salinger, to resurrect you, to make Him deal with those seven self-proclaimed orthodox gods…

    'Salinger, influenced by someone, actually relied on a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness to forcibly accommodate the Red Priest's Uniqueness, going half-mad…

    'This was good. This way, you would have a chance to resurrect in His body, and a half-mad person is easier to manipulate…

    'I wanted to manipulate Him to collect Tudor's corpse in Fourth Epoch Trier, merge it with Himself, manipulate Him to touch the special mirror world, so you could be resurrected…

    'Everything was originally going smoothly, but then an accident occurred…'

    The female voice suddenly became heavy, as if suppressing Her own madness.

    'Salinger's forced accommodation of the Red Priest's Uniqueness actually caused an aberration in the original Creator—the Oldest One—in the mirror, producing a certain self-awareness…

    'She was exactly like me, just preferring to wear a black bone dress. She even said She was a pure female, heh, sometimes I can't help but wonder if it's not that the mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One—gained self-awareness, but that my own spirit and personality split…

    'To suppress Her, to continue merging, I had to let the consciousness of the Primordial God Almighty in me further revive, seeking a certain balance…

    'Since then, I've had to suppress the Primordial One's consciousness while fighting against the black version of myself, spending most of my time here, unable to effectively interfere with the outside world…

    'Fortunately, the problem is not severe, only that my direct descendants and I will intermittently experience separation and loss of personality, spirit, consciousness, and memory…'

    As she spoke, when Lumian reached an unprecedented state of pleasure, the female voice laughed.

    'Now, your state is suitable, you will be equivalent to Tudor…

    'Do not expect help from The Fool. He has only just initially awakened and is not yet a truly great existence. The mirror Creator influenced by me is enough to block Him…

    'As for Adam's side, there are other problems…'

    In Lumian's blurry vision, a pair of white, smooth arms that seemed to have a luster lifted a somewhat peculiar crown, rusty and stained with blood.

    The crown quickly became ethereal, seemingly reduced to countless tiny light points while maintaining its overall shape.

    The beautiful hand at the end of the white arm brought the 'crown' to Lumian's head, as if to help him wear it.

    No, not wear—those hands forcibly pressed the 'crown' into Lumian's head, without any supplementary ingredients or advancement ritual.

    Simultaneously, more white arms appeared, along with the snake-like black hair, entwining Lumian's body in various ways.

    Suddenly, a beautiful face pressed close to Lumian's head, with pink lips sighing with joy and satisfaction.

    'Who you are is not important…

    'What you want to do is not important either…

    'What's important is the role you're playing…'

    This voice, soft and gentle, echoed outward.
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      Non stop s*x entire chapter with most charming woman in world and also get to become seq 1 at same time, now let's see what MGoD, Medici and Amon are cooking.
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    Chapter 1106: Whispers


    Jenna swiftly traversed through the mirror world's phantom tunnels, dense as a spider's web, finally finding a path leading to her destination.

    She arrived before the special mirror world, seeing Mr. Fool standing quietly, his figure constantly flickering, his image almost exactly matching the description in church scriptures, and also seeing the distorted phantasms nearly covering the special mirror world's edges.

    Upon witnessing the massive phantasm that was both human and non-human, Jenna suddenly felt an intense desire for destruction surge within her, wanting to spread disaster and indulge in pleasure.

    She almost failed to suppress the godhood that was originally not very prominent within her.

    What is this? Jenna was terrified and bewildered, barely managing to control her emotions and desires.

    …

    In the mirror rear area standing with gray-white stone platforms and white bone statues.

    Franca and Demoness of Black Clarice had battled for a while. Besides shattering several Mirror Substitutions and transforming the place into a gray-white stone cave, neither had suffered substantial injury.

    Seizing the opportunity when the Mirror Projection shattered and her own form emerged at the mirror rear area's edge, the Demoness of Black looked at Franca, unable to hide her surprise, "You've significantly digested the Unaging potion?"

    Clearly, she was not surprised that Franca had become a Demoness of Unaging, but that the other's condition was excellent, with emotions and desires effectively controlled, unaffected by her own active Charm.

    This did not resemble a Demoness of Unaging who had advanced just a few months ago.

    After all, the digestion of a Demoness of Unaging was measured in centuries. The newly advanced might need several years, or even over a decade, to be in an unstable state of emotions and desire. Even facing an equally-leveled Demoness's Charm, they would find it difficult to resist, unless she was deeply in love or had just experienced a soul-stirring passion she would die for.

    Franca was also glad to talk and delay time, waiting for an opportunity.

    While dodging the Demoness of Black's new wave of attacks, she laughed and asked back.

    "Would you lose control if I said I've completely digested the Unaging potion?"

    She was boasting about a fact that would be unbelievable to other Demonesses of Unaging, attempting to provoke an emotional fluctuation in the Demoness of Black.

    And with an emotional fluctuation, she might be able to Charm the target, inducing admiration that would prevent them from attacking, leading to defeat.

    The Demoness of Black's gaze suddenly solidified.

    She clearly was unwilling to believe Franca could digest the Unaging potion in just a few months-a process that normally took hundreds of years-but the other's excellent condition seemed to corroborate that statement.

    Taking advantage of the Demoness of Black's emotional turbulence, Franca smiled charmingly.

    This made Demoness of Black Clarice's heart beat faster, just like the first time she experienced feminine charm from the Primordial Demoness figurine.

    With her experience, she immediately knew something was wrong, and let her mirror self emerge from another side, using Charm on herself.

    Charming herself!

    With a whoosh, Franca, who had put on the Face of the Arcane at some point in time, shot out a clear light column from her eye protection surrounded by gears, springs, and rivets, which instantly landed on the Demoness of Black.

    Caught between two Charm forces, the Demoness of Black regained some clarity and preemptively used a Mirror Substitution.

    Her body devolved into a mirror, completely split, floating down as microscopic fragments.

    The Demoness of Black's mirror self walked out, then was intercepted by Franca's mirror self.

    At the Demoness of Unaging stage, the Demonesses' mirror selves could not directly engaged when battling in the real world. But if the battlefield was in the mirror world, with the main body entering, Demonesses could attack the enemy together with their mirror selves, essentially a two-against-one situation.

    The Demoness of Black who had escaped the attack quickly appeared on another side of the mirror rear area, her face smiling, showing no anger.

    "I told you before that the Primordial One has two hidden honorific names. Do you want to know them now?"

    Telling those two hidden honorific names now? Isn't this a trap? Franca responded without hesitation.

    "Nope!"

    The Demoness of Black's figure suddenly layered and multiplied, everywhere, like entering a maze made entirely of mirrors.

    Her voice transmitted from all directions into Franca's ears.

    "The fourth honorific name is:

    "The Female Body of the Primordial God Almighty!"

    The Female Body of the Primordial God Almighty?

    Fu#k! Franca was stunned for a moment, nearly getting hit by the Demoness of Black, barely escaping the crisis by preemptively using a Mirror Substitution.

    …

    The eastern part of the Sonia Sea, the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

    At the peaks of the endless mountain ranges, that darkness suddenly expanded to transparency.

    Within the transparency, a massive cross was vaguely visible, with two people nailed to it-one head down, feet up, the other feet up, head down, yet sharing a single body, like conjoined infants.

    Beneath this cross was a chaotic water surface that seemed to encompass all colors and all possibilities. Something beneath the water appeared to be grasping the cross's base, pulling it toward the earth's depths, causing it to slowly sink.

    …

    In an indescribable darkness.

    Lumian, now a gray-white stone statue with only a remnant of thought, suddenly smelled a fragrance like night flowers blooming, the very breath most yearned for in every male heart.

    The white bone-like long dress fell before his eyes, dropping to the ground, revealing a perfect torso that would drive even stones to impulse, that would make even rules violate themselves.

    Those slick, long, serpent-like black hairs began to gently glide on Lumian's body. That moonlike torso sat in Lumian's lap, entwining him without bones.

    Heat and coldness emerged simultaneously, with a moist sensation rippling and flowing between the two bodies.

    Lumian was like being nakedly coiled by a massive python, gently rubbing, and yet seemingly enveloped by the most charming pleasure, alternating between heaven and hell.

    Serpent-like slick black hair, white and exquisite beautiful hands, moistened and slightly parted pink lips, delicate skin that seemed it would break at a touch yet was full of elasticity-these rotated and approached Lumian's face, neck, chest, and abdomen, sometimes lightly touching, sometimes closely pressing, sometimes gently caressing, sometimes wanting to be one with him.

    The previous soft, gentle voice became seductive, low-sobbing with joy when Lumian reached heaven, and floating near dream-talk when he fell into hell.

    "Whether the remnant souls in the River of Eternal Darkness or the Beyonder characteristics in the Blue Avenger's treasury are not the true reliance for Tudor's resurrection...

    "If they can work, very good; if not, it doesn't matter, as long as they can create someone like you...

    "Tudor's true resurrection is laid out here with me..."

    The voice brought a hidden sweet ambiguous fragrance, making even this stone statue's "blood vessels swell" until gray-white cracks appeared.

    Sweet, fragrant breath blew into his ear, rising and falling, accompanied by a hint of laughter.

    "Tudor is willing to trust me, and I will not disappoint Him…

    "Do you know why only Judith's descendants remain of His offspring, while others no longer exist?

    "I cursed them, with direct curses, with curses of destiny...

    "Now, Tudor can only rely on me..."

    The remnant of Lumian's consciousness inexplicably generated fear amidst these words.

    He did not know why Primordial Demoness Cheek was coupling with him at this moment, why She wanted to control his pleasure and pain, why She was saying these words.

    He only knew this true Demoness was mad.

    A slightly hoarse voice pressed against Lumian's body, laughing softly in his ear.

    "I am very satisfied with this body; it will belong to Tudor...

    "I have waited for over a thousand years, finally finding the best opportunity. This can both resurrect Tudor and complete His and my unfinished dreams...

    "Do you know what the Demoness pathway symbolizes?"

    Lumian could not answer, for he was now just a gray-white stone statue, entering heaven amidst ultimate pleasure.

    The marvelous female voice had a breathy sound to it.

    "It symbolizes catastrophe and apocalypse, and also symbolizes the feminine side of that initial Creator.

    "The Hunter pathway, what does it symbolize? It symbolizes war and destruction, and also symbolizes the masculine side of that initial Creator.

    "Do you know that the initial Creator was both mad and rational, both self-destructive and wanting to survive?

    "What do you think such a Creator would do while self- destructing?

    "Why would He create an invisible barrier to block the Outer Deities, preventing Them from chaotically plundering and initiating the convergence?

    "As the source of rationality and wisdom, doesn't He want a stable existence?"

    Even with his mind almost completely blank, Lumian now had an extra thought.

    Simultaneously, he vaguely perceived the purpose of the Primordial Demoness coupling with him and speaking these words.

    Balancing yin and yang, correcting the state, making the final preparation for Alista Tudor's resurrection...

    The breathing grew heavier, alternating between low sobs and laughter, the female voice asked near Lumian's throat, "Do you know what the Oldest One's feminine side plus the Oldest One's masculine side equals?

    "When the feminine and masculine sides of something combine, what do they become?"

    Lumian's final thoughts suddenly froze.

    …

    In the mirror rear area filled with gray-white stones.

    Frightened by the Primordial Demoness's fourth honorific name, Franca immediately fell into a disadvantage, barely surviving the most difficult stage.

    She could die and wait to resurrect herself in the sleeping mirror, but that would waste too much time.

    At this moment, the voice of Demoness of Black Clarice came from the side.

    "The fifth honorific name of the Primordial One is..."

    Franca wanted to stop her but could not find a suitable method; comparatively, deafening herself would be more convenient.

    Before she could take action, the subsequent words of the Demoness of Black echoed with a hint of laughter.

    "The fifth honorific name of the Primordial One is:

    "The original Creator - the Oldest One - in the mirror!"
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      TempestUknow
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      WE GOT THE BIGGEST LORE DROP OF THE ENTIRE SERIES HOLY SHIT
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      Spectator_d
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      Now the course of the Almighty and Omniscient God has begun. Since the Celestial has lost the ability to be reborn, "His" turn has now begun.
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      dr.demon
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      Imagine the fool AI is still monitoring the massive figure of the true horror in the special mirror world then suddenly he saw a strange death message on his left side of screen

      "Mr. Chariot Lumian Lee died by SNU-SNU"

      Bro would lose control and let CW wake up instead 😂😂😂😂😂
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      Error404
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      Calamity for Adam has finally come.
      GA was not necessarily GA
      CW was a GOAT
      Cheeck is higest level Yandere for Alista.
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      Unlucky Morpheus
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      "that would drive even stones to impulse, that would make even rules violate themselves."
      ✍🔥
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      It looks like the problem of the Primordial Demoness has manifested itself and the original has lost. Is the last characteristic of the Conqueror about to appear? Roselle's Mirror should appear here according to Adam's plan...
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        Unless you are a Visionary on another level than Adam, He is cooked unless something or someone from Above The Sequence intervenes
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          Tимофей Кыркелан
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          What about Klein's Avatar that can parasitize Lumian? Can an Avatar become an Original with deception?...
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      Gwan
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      I can't wait for Lumian to scream 'Oh yes...Mother!' wish
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      Lazy Lion
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      Stay calm fellas. The Outer Deities(especially MGoD and MToD) won't allow the Original Creator to revive even for just a little bit. I'm pretty sure there'll be some sort of cooperation to ruin Cheek's plan, same way they cooperated to stop CW's resurrection during Klein's apotheosis ritual.
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      rizukitomi
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      I see... This is why we have couples' moments like those of Franca and Lumian, Jenna and Lumian, and Franca and Jenna... All of that was meant to prepare us for this moment... wiseacre
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    1105 Waiting






    Facing Lumian's attack, Demoness of Gray Judith smiled serenely and calmly.

    The phantom tunnel where She was located collapsed on its own, and along with Herself, before the Sword of Destruction could strike, fell piece by piece like toppled building blocks, cascading like a waterfall.

    Disaster preemptively engulfed Her, time and space storms swept through, and only then came Lumian's black flame great sword.

    By the time this area completely dissolved into nothingness, the terrifying and indescribable time-space turbulence flowed chaotically in the dark depths. In another phantom and dark tunnel, Demoness of Gray Judith's figure strangely emerged.

    She was clearly stalling Lumian, preventing him from returning to the real world.

    Lumian changed direction and took another step to arrive before the Demoness of Gray, slashing out the Sword of Destruction.

    …

    Deep beneath the Tree of Shadow, the brown-green trunk of the Tree of Shadow was completely shrouded in gray-white fog.

    The mottled bark, settled desires, and ancient scenes gradually presented a phantasmal texture under the erosion of fog of history.

    The historical shall return to history!

    Abstract things could become substantial, and could also be defined as pure concepts.

    The Lord of Mysteries could turn the true to false, and the false to true, with the distinction between true and false no longer clear!

    As the gray-white fog continuously eroded the Tree of Shadow, the figure of Mr. Fool wearing black gloves, holding a star-studded staff, and dressed in a deep black trench coat suddenly appeared with a flickering sensation.

    The star-studded staff lit up with brilliant radiance.

    In a part of the mirror world, Mr. Fool took a step, quickly flickering beyond what normal human eyes could capture.

    Before him were multiple phantom tunnels that had been interrupted, with all-consuming darkness flooding the collapsed area, blocking the path.

    Mr. Fool spoke in a low voice, at an extremely rapid pace, 'My, wish, is:

    'The, original, state, here, restored.'

    After each pronunciation, there was a pause, but this pause was not obvious and did not affect the rapid delivery of speech, only making some syllables seem to come from an extremely distant place.

    As soon as the voice fell, a miracle occurred: those phantom and dark tunnels became whole again, once more able to freely traverse.

    …

    Seeing the mirror tunnels in spider web formation successfully repaired,Red Angel Medici, leaning against the edge of the mirror's rear area, picked up the apple in His hand and took a smiling bite.

    Medici, who had already condensed an iron-black blood-stained armor with defense not much inferior to same-tier Warrior pathway Beyonders, did not rush to move forward. Instead, He continued waiting at His original location, awaiting potential subsequent mutations and possible interlopers.

    As a Hunter, one of the keys to success was patience—patiently waiting for prey to enter the trap, waiting for all variables and accidents to reveal themselves, finding the true weak point, and then delivering a fatal strike to complete the harvest.

    Last time, Medici had overlooked the possibility of Alista Tudor actively choosing to be mad. This time, He would not exclude those irrational choices.

    …

    Lumian, standing more than ten meters tall, was engulfed in deep red, violet flames, yet his face retained a human form—one side brilliant, the other handsome, with a blood-red, thorn-like mark at his forehead threatening to burst forth.

    The Demoness of Gray was about to employ Her usual trick and dodge the enemy's frontal assault when Her mind suddenly trembled.

    She instantly felt the opponent was tall, majestic, terrifying, strong, and charismatic—involuntarily wanting to submit.

    Even more horrifying was the sense of facing the source, facing a deity, facing the embodiment of destruction and apocalypse.

    This caused Her body and mind to briefly lose self-awareness, unable to respond effectively in time.

    Conquest!

    Lumian had obtained the power of conquest through sacrificing to the City of Calamity, supplemented with a hint of sefirah-quality conquest power.

    Now, he was a genuine City of Calamity priest, the high priest of war's essence!

    The Demoness of Gray froze in place. Lumian's iron-black eyes, revealing pale regions, slashed down the black great sword burning with the Fire of Destruction.

    Simultaneously, the mirror world around the Demoness of Gray fractured in all directions—up, down, left, right, front, and back. Each fragment was 'conquered' as a soldier, transforming into large and small black flame-composed short arrows, restrained with violence and destruction, swooshing toward Judith.

    These densely packed, impenetrable arrows seemed to weave a net of destruction, with Judith as the massive fish caught within.

    Boom!

    The Sword of Destruction cleaved into the Demoness of Gray's shoulder, and the black flame short arrows hit the target from all directions.

    Cracking sounds rang out continuously, and Demoness of Gray Judith's Mirror Substitutions exploded simultaneously, without exception.

    Now Her form in the mirror, but even Her form in the real world was affected by Cull and the Sword of Destruction, suddenly erupting in black flames and burning to ash.

    Only those sleeping mirrors She had hidden in multiple places, having severed most of Her mystical connections, were spared.

    And She would need considerable time to resurrect through these means.

    After dispatching the Demoness of Gray, Lumian's body suddenly shrank, the blood-colored pennant between his brows gradually receding, yet seeming to still writhe.

    He made no delay, nor considered pursuing the Demoness of Gray, immediately wanting to escape the mirror world and then find a way to reunite with Franca, Jenna, and the others.

    In an instant, he sensed something and cast his gaze toward one of the illusory tunnels.

    He felt true safety lay there.

    Lumian's figure turned ethereal, about to traverse through.

    Just then, his thoughts abruptly stiffened, and a slick yet marvelous sensation spread across his surface.

    He saw thick black hair like serpents emerging from nowhere, coiling around him, their tips either embedded with black and white eyes or bearing venomous snake heads, mouths slightly open, tongues protruding.

    Lumian also saw that under the gaze of those black and white eyes, his body had turned gray-white, transforming into stone, unable to use any abilities.

    He was layer upon layer wrapped by those thick, serpent-like, slick and slightly damp black hairs in his stone state.

    The only thing he could do now was commit suicide.

    Suddenly, a gentle, soft female voice with a hint of laughter whispered in his ear, 'I have been waiting for you for a long time.'

    This voice scratched at Lumian's soul, making his entire body feel itchy, and even petrified, he sank into it, not wanting to break free.

    A name spontaneously flashed in his mind: Primordial Demoness Cheek!

    Two pure, delicate white hands stretched from behind and gently caressed Lumian's cheeks.

    These beautiful hands were not yet perfect, but they could evoke the most primitive and intense desires of anyone who saw them, instantly propelling them to heavenly pleasure from which they could never escape.

    Just by being seen.

    Lumian in his petrified state was equally affected, his mind almost completely blank.

    The reason it was not entirely blank was because he saw his mirror self was also dragged out from hiding by those thick, slick black serpent-like hairs, his body gray-white, because a curvaceous, icy yet inexplicably fiery body was pressed against his back.

    That body cradled his face, dragging him with black hair deeper into the mirror world, rapidly retreating into that special mirror world.

    Mr. Fool Blinked into this area, just in time to see Lumian being embraced from behind by an infinitely charming, vaguely discernible figure in the special mirror world, being dragged inside.

    His black trench coat suddenly lifted.

    Fooled!

    Simultaneously, a dozen-meter-tall figure appeared before Lumian.

    It was a female, wearing a dress seemingly made of white bones, her black hair like venomous giant serpents—long, thick, and slick, with snake heads at the tips or rolling black and white eyes, turning everything around her to stone, releasing various mystical pathogens.

    Her beauty of countenance had transcended human limits, reaching a conceptual level. All living beings and all things would be infatuated and entranced by Her slightest expression, perpetually in ecstasy. Even rules and concepts seemed reluctant to constrain Her, to oppose Her.

    Mr. Fool's Fooling instantly took effect, causing Her azure, ocean-like, gem-crystal eyes to suddenly become clouded.

    But Her charm did not diminish by half; instead, it presented a different seduction.

    This momentarily stunned Mr. Fool.

    In that instant of stunned silence, the area outside the special mirror world, along with the Primordial Demoness Cheek's figure, moved toward apocalypse, instantly condensing into an exceptionally dangerous darkness.

    By the time Mr. Fool made his own wish and satisfied his own wish, restoring the original scene, Lumian's figure had already disappeared into the deep, dark region representing the special mirror world.

    Mr. Fool's flickering figure raised the star-studded staff in his hand, materializing a night sky full of brilliant stars before him.

    Those stars quickly formed a directional, dreamlike key, forcibly opening the barrier of the special mirror world, pinpointing Lumian's current location.

    Just as Mr. Fool was about to Wander in, a strange black surge suddenly emerged at the edge of that deep darkness, forming an abnormally massive, extremely distorted phantasm that resembled a human yet had many non-human features.

    This phantasm looked across the special mirror world's barrier, crazy yet incredibly silent, watching Mr. Fool, as if waiting for him to come.

    Mr. Fool stopped Wandering and similarly watched the phantasm in silence.

    In a mirror rear area not far from here, Red Angel Medici, leaning against the hard mirror surface, brought the red apple in His hand to His mouth and took another bite.

    Within the crisp sound, He muttered softly, 'Cheek indeed appeared.

    'But She is not weak at all. In fact, She seems even stronger…'
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      I guess she would get stronger as the Apocalypse is approaching...
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      another mystery... who or what is that phantasm? Primordial One (as in the previous God Almighty)? or another arrangement from Alista Tudor and Cheek?
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    1104 Catastrophe







    In their rapid descent, Lumian, Franca, and Jenna, as Beyonders of the Demoness pathway, quickly realized they were in the depths of the mirror world.

    Just as they were about to use their inherent qualities to lead the entire team away from the area filled with spacetime turbulence and return to the real world, a figure appeared in the deep, dark surroundings.

    The figure wore a gray, old-fashioned long dress, with thick and long hair cascading like a waterfall. Her blue eyes were more crystalline than gemstones, with a delicate, small chin and moist, glossy red lips. She was a beautiful, mature woman with an exceptional temperament.

    Seeing this figure, Franca's mind instantly buzzed.

    She recognized her.

    She had seen this gray-dressed woman's Mirror Projection with the Demoness of Black.

    As a newly appointed Saint of the Demoness Sect, she had no choice but to meet her.

    This was the matriarch of the Demoness of Gray, the divine child of the Primordial Demoness, the Demoness of Gray Judith!

    Judith was a Sequence 2 Demoness of Catastrophe. She looked at Lumian and the others, raising Her exquisite and beautiful articulated wrist with a charming smile.

    She was about to bring disaster.

    And for the mirror world, what could truly be called a catastrophe?

    Of course, it would be a complete collapse, swallowed by spacetime turbulence!

    Silently, Lumian saw the deep, dark surroundings begin to peel away, like a mirror cracking, with fragments falling off the surface.

    Indescribable spacetime turbulence swept in.

    Franca and the others, who were originally far from the turbulence in the mirror world's depths, were suddenly thrown into a scene of world-ending collapse.

    Lumian had no time to think, activating the black mark on his right shoulder to Teleport the entire team out of the area.

    However, the spacetime turbulence had already surged in, weakening the team's connections. Though they were close, they seemed to be in different worlds. Simultaneously, Lumian's perception of external coordinates became imprecise, blurry, and chaotic.

    Lumian did not hesitate and used Teleportation.

    Although this forced Teleportation would cause Franca and the others to be affected by the spacetime turbulence and randomly sent to different destinations, the weakest team member was still a Sequence 4 Saint. As long as they could escape this area of turbulent disaster, whether still in the mirror world, entering the spirit world, or returning to the real world, they could ensure their safety to some extent. Afterward, they would have many ways to regroup.

    Just before the spacetime turbulence completely engulfed them, they instantly disappeared.

    …

    Franca's figure took shape in a phantom, dark tunnel of the mirror world.

    She felt that the distance between her and Lumian was certainly more than 10 kilometers, as she could no longer share the Angel-level power.

    She used the Mirror Substitution Lumian had left with her to quickly perform Magic Mirror Divination while turning into a new tunnel following her spiritual intuition.

    She wanted to reunite with Lumian. This was to enhance his strength, as a Hunter with a team was much more powerful than one without!

    Suddenly, a void of black darkness appeared before her, and the spider web-like tunnels behind her were dyed gray-white, solidifying into stone, no longer passable.

    At this moment, a figure stood in the mirror-behind area before Franca.

    The figure had black hair twisted into a high bun, wearing a pure black court dress, with deep gray eyes bright yet tinged with a hint of sadness. It was the Demoness of Black Clarice.

    Next to Clarice, a high platform was built from gray-white stones, with a white bone-carved figurine of the Primordial Demoness placed at the top.

    Franca stopped at the edge of this mirror-behind area, instinctively displaying a smile, as if trying to slip by. 'Madame, what are you doing?'

    The Demoness of Black looked at her, with a smile that was not quite a smile.

    'Praying to the Primordial One, of course.'

    Before her words finished, she suddenly saw gray-white colors surging towards her.

    Franca's previous smile and words were merely to deceive the Demoness of Black, making her believe she would not be ambushed. By the time this color-named Demoness actually began to respond, Franca had already decisively launched an attack, leaving no room for retreat!

    …

    Jenna stopped.

    She was somewhat stunned to discover that the mirror tunnel before her had been broken off, just like a bridge in the real world. This was a phenomenon she had never encountered before while traversing the mirror world, seemingly only possible in areas near spacetime turbulence.

    Where does this lead? Has the path been artificially cut off? Jenna's thoughts raced, but she did not linger or seek an answer.

    She took the Mirror Substitution Lumian had left with her and chose to bypass the interrupted tunnel, moving closer to her spiritual guidance.

    She intuitively believed that Lumian was in this isolated place, and there was certainly a way to enter.

    …

    In a certain part of the mirror world.

    Ludwig, dressed in children's formal wear, stood between spider web-like phantom paths, hesitating whether to go left or right.

    He felt a calling from deep within his heart or a longed-for food on the right side, but the left side represented his godfather.

    After a moment's hesitation, Ludwig's figure swiftly became transparent, turning into a wraith.

    He projected himself as a wraith into the left mirror tunnel.

    …

    After discovering he had not yet left the mirror world, Anthony immediately lowered his head and 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.

    '…'

    After briefly reporting their situation to Mr. Fool, Anthony used Psychological Invisibility and shuttled into the depths of the phantom tunnel before him.

    His Ice Mirror Charm was not yet used up!

    …

    In a pitch-black castle in the Southern Continent.

    The Moon Emlyn restrained his surging spirituality, pondering the reason Duke Round Moon Olmer had him search for Alex.

    Is He suspicious that Alexis has come to the Southern Continent?

    Seeking refuge with the Rose School of Thought?

    Just as he thought this, Mr. Moon saw a figure rapidly taking shape in the room.

    The figure knelt on one knee and bowed. 'My Lord, I've received intelligence that the Rose School of Thought captured Massaru half an hour ago.'

    He was a Traveler cultivated by Mr. Moon, having specially traded Beyonder characteristics from Madam Magician.

    Mr. Moon Emlyn couldn't help but furrow his brow.

    Is something big going to happen tonight?

    In recent times, the situation in the Southern Continent had actually been trending towards calm. First, organizations like the Rose School of Thought had reduced their activities, hiding deeper, similar to the cults of the Northern Continent. Second, after Mr. Fool's initial awakening, He had promoted reconciliation between the Royals of the Numinous Episcopate and the orthodox Churches. Subsequently, colonial institutions of Northern Continent countries would gradually withdraw from the Southern Continent, returning governance to local populations. To avoid chaos and a vacuum for order, this would be a dragged-out process.

    Southern Continent populations would have religious freedom. As long as it didn't involve evil gods, they could believe in deities like Death or Mr. Fool, and could continue believing in the orthodox gods of the Northern Continent.

    Meanwhile, the Royals of the Numinous Episcopate promised Mr. Fool political-religious separation.

    They also provided substantial intelligence to the orthodox Churches, helping Mr. Star and Mr. Moon uncover several hidden bases of the Rose School of Thought.

    The Moon Emlyn knew that Northern Continent countries and orthodox Churches made such significant concessions because Mr. Fool, this great existence, had initially awakened, and everyone shared a common enemy: other great existences.

    Under these circumstances, after ensuring the orthodox Churches did not lose too many believers, even if the governments of Northern Continent countries had objections or wanted to overturn everything, they could only swallow their pride and agree.

    The Moon Emlyn's understanding was: In this world, Beyonder power is the source of all authority!

    Before Mr. Fool's apotheosis, liberating the Southern Continent from colonial status would have been impossible, even after numerous wars, because the orthodox gods' interests were aligned in this matter.

    Once he became a great existence and initially awakened, this problem was easily resolved.

    Their current primary contradiction was those great existences who would destroy everything!

    One had to distinguish between primary and secondary contradictions when doing things.

    Emlyn took a deep breath, summoned the castle's strongholds, and transformed into crimson moonlight, rushing directly toward Massaru.

    Before he even approached, he saw a massive entity appear within the city.

    It was a 'mountain' composed of mixed corpses and earth—male corpses, female corpses, elder corpses, child corpses—all piled together.

    Residents of Massaru City, whether from the Northern or Southern Continent, had all been killed and stacked into a 'mountain' pointing to the sky.

    Simultaneously, cults in many parts of the Northern and Southern Continents, having accumulated certain power, were frantically creating disasters, forcing the Angels and Saints of the orthodox Churches to extinguish fires everywhere.

    …

    Lumian's figure had just materialized in a part of the mirror world when he saw the Demoness of Gray Judith standing not far away.

    Some intense convergence phenomenon had made them 'meet' again.

    Lumian narrowed his eyes, letting out a low growl.

    It was like the first drum beaten on a battlefield.

    With this growl, Lumian's body began to expand, his surface once again covered by an iron-black armor formed from flames.

    A drop of blood-red emerged at his forehead, vivid and dripping like a battle flag. One side of his face became soft, delicate, and brilliant, while the other remained handsome but increasingly masculine and sharp.

    In Paramita, isolated internally and externally, he couldn't use the most powerful ability of a Weather Warlock. But now, the mirror world itself belonged to that individual's domain.

    He had sacrificed the ultimate power of the Calamity pathways, seeking assistance!

    Lumian revealed a Mythical Creature form over ten meters high, holding a black flame great sword formed by the Fire of Destruction, taking a step to arrive before the Demoness of Gray Judith and slashing down.

    The surrounding spider web-like phantom tunnels collapsed simultaneously, giving Judith no chance to escape this area.
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      As Medici once said, "War! War! War!"
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      Unlucky Morpheus
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      Franca's sequence 2 characteristic delivering herself just like that
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        Isn't the Demoness of Black also only a sequence 3? In any case that would be a boon, for her to ascend to seq 2 or for Jenna to seq 3 if I'm right
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          I'm pretty sure she's an angel. Might be wrong tho.
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          Unlucky Morpheus
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          the demoness of black is sequence 3, but Lumian is also fighting the demoness of grey who is sequence 2
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      What is the purpose of the Primordial Demoness to attack Lumian? The only thing that comes to mind is the resurrection of the Bloody Emperor or access to 0-01.
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    Максим Довбняк
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    link to the channel in my profile description

    Chapter 1103: True Plan


    Accompanying Lumian's words, Franca, Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig simultaneously raised both arms.

    The numerous white clouds surrounding the giant oak tree's crown suddenly turned gloomy, appearing even more substantial.

    Countless silver-white electric serpents began leaping between the layered dark clouds, intertwining as if trying to form a single entity.

    At this moment, Lumian suddenly clenched his fist.

    A massive silver-white lightning bolt, illuminating the entire Paramita, rapidly descended, striking the giant oak tree transformed from Omebella's remnants.

    Lumian was recalling the effect of shouting the incantation "Leodero" when facing a similar oak tree embodying Madame Pualis in the dream city, and decided to imitate and recreate it.

    At this time, the crimson moon had pressed against the invisible barrier, and Lord of Storms Leodero certainly couldn't spare the effort to bring down divine punishment, so he could only create this through a Weather Warlock's Beyonder powers.

    Moreover, Lumian was not the only one "controlling the weather" he had also made Franca and the other team members do similar things simultaneously.

    Rather than concentrating everyone's power on himself to enhance the thunderstorm's might, allowing each person to "control the weather" and then stack these efforts together would not only prevent weakening the effect but might also potentially trigger chain reactions or chaotic changes, making the thunderstorm more pronounced and exaggerated.

    This was the nature of weather-even a butterfly's wing flap could progressively evolve into a hurricane, let alone five people simultaneously manipulating and creating a thunderstorm.

    When the massive lightning that illuminated the entire Paramita fell, the female face on the giant oak tree's surface had already opened its mouth.

    The raging wind brought by the thunderstorm was instantly sucked inside, and the high-altitude dark clouds converged toward the massive mouth in a funnel shape.

    The silver-white lightning, resembling a divine tree, naturally decomposed, with most of it being swallowed by the female face on the tree's surface, and a small portion striking the tree's crown, bark, and branches.

    Some bark instantly turned charcoal-black and peeled downward, with branches breaking and catching fire.

    At these wounded spots, the tree's heart writhed and grew, ready to regenerate.

    Simultaneously, all grass in Paramita withered at once, the ground cracking inch by inch, as if losing all moisture or having life rapidly drain away.

    Lumian and the others were no exception.

    They also saw that around the giant oak tree, some soil swelled and rolled, forming over a dozen yellow-brown humanoid puppets, all massive in size, swaying and about to take their first steps.

    Ludwig opened his mouth and suddenly swallowed the toxic gas that had been diffusing in the surrounding air at some unknown time.

    Immediately afterward, every member of their team transformed into fire balls of blue-purple hue, roaring as they rushed toward the giant oak tree.

    Rumble!

    Thunder finally sounded in the high sky.

    Violet-tinted blue flames rapidly spread, turning everywhere Lumian and his companions passed into a flame hell.

    Those dozen yellow-brown puppets didn't even have time to make any movement before being roasted crisp by the approaching high temperature, completely collapsing when the blue-violet fireball arrived.

    Just as Lumian's group, transformed into a fireball, was about to strike the giant oak tree, that sky-supporting behemoth suddenly disappeared.

    In the blink of an eye, at another location in Paramita, the ground swelled high, soil splashing, and a green giant oak tree grew out again.

    Lumian and his team failed to hit their target, allowing them to re-materialize their forms.

    Around them, cracked soil erupted with brown tree roots that shot out from all directions, covering the sky and earth.

    Lumian's spiritual intuition told him that being struck by these roots would likely mean death, or worse, losing control.

    Death wasn't terrifying-each team member had a Mirror Substitution-but losing control was something even a Demoness of Unaging couldn't resist!

    Dense fog suddenly surged in the area, enveloping Lumian's group and dozens of kilometers of wilderness.

    The brown tree roots emerging from the ground were also shrouded by the Fog of War, losing their target, unable to find a trace, stupidly freezing in midair.

    Near the sky-supporting giant oak tree, Lumian's team's figures suddenly outlined.

    They surrounded the massive entity from different directions, each holding a black flame sword that restrained destruction and violence.

    Immediately after, they successively struck with the Swords of Destruction.

    This wasn't about being unable to move in unison, but about attacking in waves, maintaining reserves, leaving room to respond to potential enemy surprises.

    Silently, the giant oak tree was covered in vibrant green radiance.

    Then, it transformed into light and drilled into the ground, instantly vanishing, even preventing Jenna from adjusting the direction of the Sword of Destruction she had deliberately delayed.

    Those black flame swords restraining madness fell on the flat, unbroken ground, burning a deep pit, cutting down and burning the remaining brown tree roots to ash.

    "Escaping through the earth?" Franca hissed in the mental channel, "This is too hard to fight!"

    More importantly, their life force was rapidly depleting, unable to sustain such a battle for long.

    Lumian calmly responded, "Proceed as planned."

    This was also a reminder to Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig.

    As they communicated mentally, dense Fog of War again spread out, making any subsequent attacks unable to lock onto a target.

    Thus, Lumian's team fought intensely against the constantly relocating giant oak tree, relying on abilities like Fog of War, collective Teleportation, Weakness Investigation, Sword of Destruction, thunderstorm weather, arrival of winter, Mirror Substitution, and Demoness curses.

    After a while, Lumian suddenly said in every team member's mind: Here's the chance!

    They Blinked again to the giant oak tree's surroundings. Lumian's azure eyes turned iron-black, revealing the target's pale areas.

    Franca let gray-white colors surge forth, rushing to the oak tree's base, attempting to Petrify the soil and bring it under her control, preventing the enemy from quickly moving via the ground.

    Facing the sky-supporting behemoth, Jenna smiled and fully displayed the Charm Lumian had shared.

    She wanted to make the giant oak tree briefly lose consciousness and fail to dodge in time.

    On another side, Anthony quietly approached in a Psychological Invisibility state, condensing a black flame sword, and struck the target's weakness as Lumian suggested.

    Ludwig, small in stature, raised a Sword of Destruction much larger than himself, attacking from the front to draw the enemy's attention.

    Suddenly, the giant oak tree's branches and leaves swayed, and a wet, bumpy protrusion emerged from its trunk.

    The bump quickly split open, birthing a "child".

    This "child" was composed of countless intertwined silver-white electric snakes, the lightning previously swallowed, now "reborn".

    Crack!

    The "child" instantly disintegrated, terrifying, bright lightning sweeping the surroundings.

    Anthony's body instantly shattered, and Ludwig, Franca, and Jenna also broke into numerous mirror fragments.

    Lumian's figure didn't break, only fading.

    He was just a Mirror Projection from Franca's lake-blue eyes!

    Lumian's true body appeared seven or eight kilometers away, holding a Sword of Destruction with contained, unreleased power.

    The black flame sword instantly struck the edge of Paramita.

    A nauseating sharp crack sound emerged, instantly slicing a deep, twisted, hideous fissure. Beyond the crack, pure color blocks layered, and various spirit realm creatures had long since fled.

    Using the Sword of Destruction, Lumian forcibly carved a path to the outside world from Paramita!

    From the beginning, he never intended to entangle too long with the giant oak tree, suspected to be an activated relic of Omebella. His real plan was: if they couldn't quickly resolve the target, force it near Paramita's edge, then use their intense battle to hide their true purpose, approach the realm's edge, attack with five people to distract it, allowing his true body to seize the opportunity and use the Sword of Destruction's special power to tear through the barrier and escape!

    A Hunter was brave, not foolish. Why persist in fighting on the enemy's predetermined battlefield, contrary to Mr. Fool's revelation?

    The initial battle was for this retreat!

    "Go!" When Lumian's voice rang in Jenna and the others' minds, he had already activated the black mark on his right shoulder, bringing all team members through that terrifying crack, successfully escaping Paramita.

    This time, he didn't plan to rely on the contract ability Teleportation, only using it to sense multiple spirit world coordinates and complete positioning.

    With positioning, Angels could directly traverse the spirit world!

    In the deep, dark special mirror world.

    Zaratul, wearing a black robe, with white hair and eyes of unpierced black darkness, leaned to one side, quietly waiting.

    Suddenly, He stood up and said solemnly. "My wish is:

    "To make Lumian and the others enter the mirror world."

    He immediately fulfilled His own wish.

    In Lumian'and Franca's eyes, the spirit world, originally composed of dense, pure color blocks, suddenly became dark and profound. A massive suction force rose from below, involuntarily dragging them down into a bottomless depth.

    In Paramita, that giant oak tree stopped relocating. gradually withering and shrinking back to a seven or eight-meter trunk.

    In a hotel room in the New City of Silver.

    Reinette Tinekerr, carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads and wearing a dark, complex black dress, emerged from the spirit world.

    Her eight eyes simultaneously looked at the ground, seeing the Mother card.

    This Card of Blasphemy was stained with a faint trace of blood.
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      Spectator_d
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      Now Zaratul will definitely be killed. None of the Gods will forgive this betrayal.
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        Lazy Lion
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        I want Lord of Storms to get first dibs on who will beat Zaratul's ass
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          UlquiGOD
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          Porque no mejor hacer una paliza grupal? Amarrenlo y golpeenlo todos a la vez boast
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            Lazy Lion
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            Hell nah bro. That's just complete bullying. Let each Orthodox God take their time with him
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      rizukitomi
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      haaaahhhhh...... faker Zaratul is at it again... someone please kill this mf...
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    Максим Довбняк
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    link to the channel in my profile description

    Chapter 1102: Valley God


    The moment the Mother card was taken out, it seemed to sense something and its surface emanated a crimson glow even before being activated by an incantation.

    It immediately transformed into an invisible vortex, frantically absorbing its holder's spirit and spirituality.

    Then, it became heavy, turning into a miniature book.

    The book's pages fluttered in the wind, revealing its first page.

    On it was depicted Emperor Roselle dressed as a farmer, leaning on a hoe and gazing at rain clouds in the sky, with lines of ancient Feysac text written beside it: "Sequence 9, Planter..."

    Immediately after, the book rapidly flipped backward. from "Sequence 8, Doctor" all the way to "Sequence 1, Naturewalker."

    After Naturewalker was a female version of Emperor Roselle wearing a loose long dress, holding an infant, with two children standing beside him.

    This page's title was: "Sequence 0, Mother"!

    Almost simultaneously, crimson moonlight began shining from the infant in female Roselle's arms.

    This grew increasingly bright, making the infant gradually appear like a full moon, reflecting and complementing the real crimson moon hanging low in the sky, seemingly suspended above the cathedral bell tower.

    Within the miniature crimson moon, several lines of ancient Feysac text that hadn't existed before appeared: "Sequence 1, Valley God (or Tree God)."

    Below this brand new Sequence 1 title, there were two descriptions, one on the left and one on the right:

    "The Valley God is the root of heaven and earth."

    "The Tree God, supporting heaven and connecting earth, propagates endlessly."

    The crimson-eyed man holding this Mother card had just begun to smile when his expression suddenly froze.

    He looked down to find that brownish, slightly withered tree roots had extended from the back of the Card of Blasphemy. These roots had pierced into his body, growing and spreading numerous root systems. frantically draining his life force.

    The crimson-eyed man was stunned for a second before relaxing his expression.

    He already understood what was happening.

    But it didn't matter-all things would eventually return to the land, return to the mother's embrace!

    It's just a bit early for me, but I will experience the warmth and security of mother's embrace sooner.

    His full face began to cave in, his smooth skin gradually withering.

    At the bottom of the spire within the twin towers at the core of New City of Silver.

    The enormous seven or eight meter high trunk "sleeping" in the morning light, planted in a pile of brownish soil, suddenly trembled slightly.

    Its grayish-brown wood quickly exuded moisture, and large amounts of previously peeled and missing bark visibly grew back.

    The surrounding morning light suddenly surged into its body, cutting through its "flesh" while witnessing its rebirth.

    Its withered feeling gradually disappeared as it slowly became full and robust.

    Suddenly, it broke free from the restraint of the brownish soil pile and vanished from the bottom of the round tower.

    In the cathedral of the Church of The Fool's headquarters.

    Warned by Jenna, Lumian redirected his gaze to the mirrors floating before him and to the brownish-green Tree of Shadow that was breaking through the ground and growing upward.

    Anthony understood that Lumian had realized New City of Silver wasn't entirely safe either-it contained the remains of the City of Silver residents' former "mother," Giant Queen Omebella, and calamity needed to stay away from the mother.

    This would make normal people want to quickly retreat, but for High-Sequence Hunters, constantly running away wasn't a choice that aligned with their godhood: Having fled Trier, should they now flee New City of Silver too?

    Should they keep running forever?

    Anthony believed this would spark intense fighting spirit in Lumian. If his humanity wasn't abundant enough and his control over his mental state and emotions wasn't strong enough, he would choose to return to Trier to directly confront the Tree of Shadow and thwart the evil god cults' conspiracy.

    Before Anthony could offer advice or use Placate, Lumian forcefully withdrew his gaze and made the floating mirrors return to the Traveler's Bag.

    He said gravely to his team members, "Now we'll move to the Cathedral of Serenity."

    The Cathedral of Serenity was the Church of the Evernight Goddess's headquarters and Holy Cathedral.

    As he spoke, Lumian activated the black mark on his right shoulder, using Teleport again.

    Just as the spirit world with its layered colors and numerous strange creatures appeared before them, everything suddenly spun and they plummeted downward.

    Before Lumian could react, his feet had already landed on solid ground.

    They arrived in an endless wilderness overgrown with weeds, with an oak tree of indescribable size growing in its depths.

    It was blue-green, its roots deeply embedded in the earth, its crown penetrating the clouds as if supporting the sky, holding up a crimson full moon.

    It was like a pillar reaching to heaven, supporting the entire world, allowing this wilderness to exist.

    The mottled bark of this sky-supporting oak bore scorch marks from lightning strikes, but beneath the charred areas lay signs of life.

    Higher up, the oak had more new branches, many entwined with lush, vibrant mistletoe.

    At this moment, in the middle of this giant oak that supported the sky and anchored the earth, large amounts of mottled bark bulged out, outlining a huge, gentle, feminine face, with two giant crimson flowers serving as its eyes.

    "Mother...

    "Omebella…"

    In Lumian's mind, these two terms naturally flashed through.

    He instinctively tried to activate the black mark on his right shoulder again, but he could not sense the spirit world beyond this wilderness, nor could he sense the areas he originally had positions for.

    Paramita!

    At the same time, Lumian remembered something else:

    His Teleport ability came from Zedus!

    And Zedus was one of the Great Mother's twins, Omebella's younger brother, whose power presumably came from a boon, and currently possessed no Beyonder characteristics.

    Even if such an Angel was conquered by 0-01, there should still be a trace of the Great Mother's spirit hidden within His power.

    This was what the Great Mother excelled at!

    So, at the crucial moment, she sacrificed this bit of spirit to interfere with my Teleport, making me 'voluntarily enter the Paramita created by the Gift of the Land? And Gift of the Land somehow became activated and received strange enhancements... This thought flashed quickly through Lumian's mind.

    Franca's lake-blue eyes had already become profound. seemingly concealing layers upon layers of darkness.

    …

    In the green fields dotted with scarecrows.

    Madam Magician, wearing a white nightgown, opened a door forged from brilliant starlight and entered this dream.

    She only looked around once before making a guess about the dream's weaver.

    "Edefana?"

    This was an ancient mind dragon, an Angel-level Discerner.

    Excluding those who were transformed from humans, He was one of only three ancient dragons currently remaining.

    "What's happening in the outside world?" Madam Justice Audrey asked instead of answering.

    As a Dreamweaver, she had tried to leave this dream but failed.

    Madam Magician answered truthfully, "The Tree of Shadow in Trier is causing trouble again, supposedly receiving help from the Great Mother's subordinates. However, don't worry, Mr. Fool has already descended there."

    Madam Justice showed a puzzled expression. "So. Edefana took this opportunity to find me?

    "How did He know Mr. Fool would descend to Trier?"

    Madam Magician paused briefly before saying.

    "Drawing me here to help must have also been part of His plan…

    "So you had enough time to pray to Mr. Fool and speak my name, avoiding an ambush."

    Just as the Planeswalker finished speaking, the dream's sky was suddenly covered by a shadow.

    That shadow was a grayish-white dragon, circling in flight, with a lizard-like face showing obvious signs of age.

    …

    In Trier, Mr. Fool, wearing a medium-height silk top hat and black coat, was unaffected by the ground and tree branches as he passed through layers of void, landing before the brownish-green Tree of Shadow's trunk.

    He thrust his star-dust inlaid cane forward, watching the thick, solid bark collapse and destroy itself in large amounts.

    Each piece of bark, each branch, each leaf suddenly became ethereal, revealing scenes of Trier's citizens displaying various desires over the past one or two thousand years.

    Some were normal, others indulgent, showing affairs at luxurious parties, warmth of tight embraces in cold small rooms, wasteful tables of abandoned food, and miserly parents reluctant to feed their children enough...

    They interwove layer upon layer, cascading down as weighty history, a tome of desires, something that couldn't be completely destroyed by normal attacks, requiring peeling away layer by layer.

    Mr. Fool withdrew his star-dust inlaid cane.

    Grayish-white fog emerged accordingly, enveloping the Tree of Shadow's main trunk.

    Fog of History!

    …

    In Fourth Epoch Trier.

    Just as Angoulême and other Unshadowed were about to raise The Fourth Day higher to eliminate the Montsouris ghosts who kept throwing themselves into the invisible, colorless flames, they suddenly heard a cry.

    It was the cry of infants, countless infants crying.

    Jack Walton and others immediately looked toward the entrance of the street, seeing a figure staggering toward them.

    The figure had chestnut-colored long hair and azure eyes, deliberately dressed as Emperor Roselle.

    His body was already swollen, with bird-clawed infants tearing through flesh and skin to emerge from his ribs, abdomen, chest, thighs, and arms, crying loudly in search of nursing.

    …

    In Paramita.

    Lumian's voice echoed in Franca and the others' minds: "Don't enter the mirror world for now."

    The mirror world was connected to the special mirror world!

    In the current chaotic situation, who knows what people might be lying in ambush in the mirror world, waiting to drag them into the special mirror world!

    Since they had already encountered Mother, they shouldn't fall into the special mirror world trap as well.

    Lumian slightly bent down, looking at the giant sky- supporting oak tree, and said with a smile in the team's minds: "Since we couldn't escape, then... let's fight!"
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      Will there be a possibility of the Omebella bloodline for Lumian that Klein was talking about?
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