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Chapter 1098: Him
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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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    Chapter 1112: One Trouble After Another


    Hearing Edefana's words, Madam Magician froze for a moment.

    She finally realized she should be using her high-speed Blinking to support other battlefields.

    That was something she normally would have done.

    From the very beginning, I've been subtly influenced? Edefana doesn't seem to be just Sequence 2. Madam Magician quickly followed her spiritual intuition, her figure Blinking rapidly as she appeared in various places across the Northern and Southern Continents.

    Then, she found that the battlefields were stabilizing, with the forces of the orthodox Churches and government organizations gaining the upper hand. The only difference was how quickly they would eliminate the disruptors.

    The only area with serious issues was beyond her ability to intervene or participate.

    It was far too high-level!

    While helping allied forces quickly clear out cultists, she redirected most of her attention back to Miss Audrey's dreamscape.

    At this moment, Edefana, the ancient dragon, had stopped fighting and landed on the stone tower deep within the dreamscape.

    Madam Justice had also reverted from her Mythical Creature form, gazing at Edefana. In Dragonese, she asked, "A normal Sequence 2 dragon couldn't survive from the mid-First Epoch to the present?"

    Edefana's terrifying lizard-like face, its gray-white scales slightly dim, revealed an eerily human smile.

    "Even Angels have a limited lifespan: it's just that most Angels don't live long enough to reach it.

    "Vampire is a pathway that significantly increases lifespan. Didn't Round Moon Olmer have to seal Himself in a coffin, trying to slow the passage of time? He's also a Sequence 2 Angel, and nearly two thousand years younger than me."

    Madam Magician flickered rapidly, ready to prevent Edefana from escaping, while muttering inwardly. Two thousand years older than Duke Round Moon Olmer? Truly worthy of being a dragon born in the mid-First Epoch…

    Initially, she thought Duke Round Moon's age exceeded 3,000 years. After gaining more knowledge of mysticism, she suspected the Sanguine duke could be over 5,000 years old!

    The Fifth Epoch was currently in its 1,359th year, and the Fourth Epoch lasted 1,233 years, adding up to 2,592 years. Duke Round Moon existed before the Cataclysm, so He was widely believed to be over 3,000 years old.

    Madam Magician confirmed that this duke had truly followed the Sanguine's ancestor, Lilith, so His age must include the 1,086 years of the Third Epoch.

    Moreover, Lilith's "demise" wasn't the hallmark event marking the end of the Second Epoch, being 800-900 years apart, during which Olmer followed Her for several centuries.

    Considering all this, Madam Magician estimated Duke Round Moon to be at least 5,000 years old. Even as an Angel of the long-lived Sanguine, He still had to live an abject life in a coffin to prolong His life.

    Yet Edefana claimed to be almost two thousand years older?

    That aligned with His self-introduction as a dragon born in the mid-First Epoch.

    Madam Justice discerned the unspoken meaning in Edefana's words and probed, "You were once corrupted by a power higher than your own, and even now, it controls you?"

    If Edefana had used a Marauder pathway's Sealed Artifact to siphon life or relied on a similar method, He wouldn't have posed such a question.

    Edefana's aged, lizard-like face appeared somewhat dazed.

    "You're perceptive.

    "I am a dragon of the mind domain."

    Which means..., polluted by the Chaos Sea? Like the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt? Then influenced and driven by the godhood of the Primordial God Almighty? Madam Magician's gaze sharpened. "It was the Primordial God Almighty who sent you to delay us?"

    Edefana chuckled, producing a deep, buzzing laugh.

    "Yes, I'm able to tell you this because the influence he exerted over me has rapidly receded. Without His influence, I will soon age and die."

    "Rapidly receded?" Madam Justice repeated, her tone heavy with foreboding.

    Edefana unfurled His massive wings, His gray-white scales dimming further.

    "Yes. He is retracting the powers he was covertly reviving. This isn't due to any mishap but because He is concentrating His will.

    "Tonight, he has two opportunities for true resurrection-two!"

    Edefana's voice brimmed with fear.

    …

    When the mirrored Creator's soul fragments, mixed with Jenna's, fused into Lumian's body, Lumian, tormented by the relentless cycle of pain and madness, his consciousness on the brink of collapse, suddenly ceased the unconscious twitching and twisting of his head.

    His iron-black eyes became filled with violent emotions:

    Jenna...

    He wanted to stop struggling, to let the collapse happen, but he also understood why Jenna had become what she was.

    He raised his head, letting out a pained roar.

    It was a scream of anger, hatred, madness, and defiance.

    At that moment, Lumian seemed to hear Aurore's gentle voice: "There's still a chance.

    "Leave it to me."

    Lumian seemed to see Aurore's phantom, cloaked in her thick golden hair.

    His body began to change, becoming more feminine on one side.

    His feminine aspect grew active, striving to merge Jenna's soul fragments with his own.

    The mirrored Creator was truly Fooled, no longer caring about Jenna's soul fragments, allowing them to detach and integrate into Lumian's feminine side.

    His consciousness focused solely on the Demoness of Apocalypse, Cheek, and the Giant Queen, Omebella.

    They were fused together.

    Balance was restored, but it was vastly different from before.

    Lumian's body stopped collapsing, quickly expanding outward, gaining new life.

    The two masses of flesh protruding from his torso surged toward his neck, vying to replace his head.

    They competed, even as they began to fuse, High above, in the infinite heights, the faint light door tinged with bluish-black and surrounded by gray- white fog reappeared. Mr. Fool alternated the use of Fooling and Grafting.

    The two fusing flesh masses abruptly shifted to Lumian's left shoulder, writhing as they formed a dripping wet head.

    This head had two faces, one on each side. The right face was identical to the Primordial Demoness, Cheek - stunningly beautiful, pure, yet exuding maternal radiance. The left face resembled Alista Tudor but bore jet-black hair and a flawless, nearly divine beauty.

    The madness and characteristics in Lumian's body converged into this head. Each face exuded its own raw, violent, or pathological nature, an unrestrained desire to destroy and create everything.

    The two faces did not cease merging. At times, they overlapped; at times, they split apart, ultimately forming a vortex that absorbed their features.

    From within the vortex, a liquid containing all colors and possibilities seeped out, leaving the face in chaos.

    Deep within the chaos, a new face slowly began to take shape.

    The previously grinning, observing Primordial Demoness, Cheek, abruptly retreated, disappearing from the area.

    Before vanishing, Her black hair fully unfurled, thick and slick like venomous snakes, whipping furiously through the air as though resisting an unseen force.

    Lumian, his mind flooded with pain, madness, and destructive desires, sensed an exalted consciousness, gazing down upon all, being born within the new head on his left shoulder and rapidly growing stronger.

    Mr. Fool, witnessing this, prepared to use a Wish to suppress and delay the Primordial God Almighty's resurrection, seeking time to find a solution.

    The new face in the chaos grew clearer.

    In an instant, Amon hurled an object into the special mirror world, landing it in Mr. Fool's hand.

    It was an extraordinarily bizarre dark-golden mask, large enough to cover a human face.

    Lumian, his face twisted in agony and madness, recognized the mask.

    It had been obtained from the sea prayer ritual, originating from Loki, later given to the Aurora Order.

    And now, it was here.

    Mr. Fool caught the mask, and a shadow from the faintly visible door of light above descended upon the dark-golden mask.

    Mr. Fool pressed the mask onto the new face emerging from the chaos.

    The face did not resist or stop him because, still unresurrected, He had been Fooled-Fooled into believing the mask would make Him unimaginably powerful.

    The dark-golden mask merged seamlessly with the face, becoming inseparable.

    The head paused, no longer absorbing Lumian's madness or characteristics.

    The two faces reappeared on its sides-one belonging to Primordial Demoness Cheek, radiating maternal brilliance, the other to the more handsome and perfect Alista Tudor.

    Each face held an unmistakable hint of madness and destruction.

    The gray-white fog and the bluish-black-tinged door of light high above disappeared.

    On Lumian's right shoulder, flesh writhed, abruptly forming a new head with two faces. One was the radiant Aurore, the other, the exquisite Jenna. Both had closed eyes, no consciousness, and bloodstained features.

    Elsewhere in the mirror world.

    Red Angel Medici, intending to leave without bothering with the two lunatics, sensed the changes deep within the special mirror world.

    Here's the chance!

    Though Medici didn't fully understand what had occurred, He hesitated not for a moment. Swiftly assessing the situation, He made His decision and prepared to execute His original plan.

    His goals for today were twofold: to suppress any signs of the Primordial God Almighty's resurrection and to cull Lumian Lee, securing ultimate victory in the battle for 0-01.

    He had no fear of The Fool's interference. Since He dared to come, He had a way to ensure The Fool couldn't act in time.

    Red Angel Medici advanced, retrieving lifelike metallic soldier figurines from a small black pouch at His waist.

    Each one contained fused Beyonder characterístics from different pathways, effectively making them Sealed Artifacts.

    Medici scattered the figurines, allowing them to grow enormous, gain life, and surround Him.

    The Red of War legion reappeared.

    Meanwhile, within the astral world composed of abstract concepts and strange symbols.

    The childlike doodle sun had long become a blazing golden-yellow fireball, terrifying in its intensity, opposing the crimson round moon beyond the invisible barrier.

    The burning surface of the sun, pure and sacred, suddenly darkened in patches.

    These dark patches extended outward, forming a colossal luminous humanoid figure surrounded by chaos.

    The luminous humanoid instantly descended into the depths of the special mirror world, engulfing all of The Fool's manifestations!
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    At the special mirror world's edge.

    Anthony watched as multiple manifestations of Mr. Fool disappeared into thin air, heading toward the Primordial Demoness, leaving only one behind to monitor Jenna's transformation, ready to act at any moment.

    Jenna's features gradually relaxed, no longer distorted and pained, even tinged with a faint smile. The gray-white hue on her body was receding, as if she was on the verge of completing her advancement, gaining eternal youth, and reaching Sequence 3.

    Ludwig quietly retreated several steps, hiding behind Anthony.

    He looked visibly anxious, biting at his fingers.

    Snap. He bit off a piece of bone, chewing on it bloody and swallowing.

    Meanwhile, Anthony noticed a strange change in the surrounding scenery: one side reflected the real world—sunlight, stars, green trees, the sea, humans—chaotically jumbled together. The other side resembled a frozen, lifeless universe. Above, brilliant explosions of light continued to erupt, casting out vast amounts of matter, while below, deep, dark abysses consumed everything, compressing it toward a final singular point…

    These were still illusions, mere reflections of the mirror world.

    Yet even a demigod like Anthony felt an indescribable fear rooted deep in his soul and flesh.

    Despite Jenna still being at Sequence 3, without higher-level Beyonder characteristics, her presence was nearly as terrifying as the terror emanating from the depths of the special mirror world.

    Because she embodied a most unique and fearsome symbol.

    A symbol of the creation and destruction of everything!

    This transformation had to be stopped before the symbol was complete, before Jenna reopened her eyes!

    At that moment, Amon's mocking voice reached Anthony and Ludwig's ears.

    'Why is it always me doing the work?

    'I'd much rather clear altars and figurines like the serpent…'

    As He spoke, the Blasphemer, dressed in a pointed soft hat and a classic magician's robe, faced Jenna and raised both arms.

    The monocle on His right eye shone brilliantly.

    Behind Him, layer upon layer of resplendent doors materialized, while a vast, silent river of mercury-like symbols flowed majestically.

    …

    Deep within the special mirror world.

    On Lumian's body, blurry flesh, iron-black bones, violet flames, and intricate, dangerous symbols were collapsing rapidly.

    This process included the fragment of the Primordial Demoness, the fused Alista Tudors, the Conqueror Beyonder characteristic, and most of the madness.

    Even Lumian's brain, split open like in a cranial surgery, and the remaining insanity were about to join this collapse.

    Seeing this, the Primordial Demoness, clad in a white bone dress, smiled.

    The balance is indeed lost…

    It seems like a failure…

    But no matter. I'll fuse myself in and see what kind of monster emerges in the end.

    What I cannot obtain, no one else shall have. And I will take everything within the barrier with me to the grave.

    This will be the grandest funeral for me and Tudor.

    Suddenly, the Primordial Demoness noticed a delay in the extreme collapse happening to Lumian.

    Two forces were preventing it.

    One was the destiny fixed on madness and not on complete destruction.

    When a conclusion was bound to be bad, steering it toward a lesser evil was far easier than reversing it to something good.

    This was the true purpose of the letter sent by the Circle of Inevitability!

    The second was a faint rebirth within Lumian's collapsing flesh, symbols, violet flames, iron-black bones, and Beyonder characteristics.

    They were regrowing, extending outward, clinging to the last threads of life.

    This new birth came from Omebella's bloodline and Zedus's vitalized soul fragments.

    On Lumian's body, now condensed into a strange sphere, a lump of flesh protruded, resembling someone's head.

    On the head, two alternating faces constantly shifted. One belonged to the high-nosed, madness-filled Blood Emperor Alista Tudor. The other was a ruby-eyed, nearly perfectly beautiful Zedus.

    Lumian's deadened thoughts suddenly flickered, pulling him back from the eternal darkness into his spiritual body.

    This new birth had brought him back.

    He felt the most extreme, hopeless pain and saw the changes in his body.

    He suddenly recalled Mr. Fool's insight on dealing with Omebella's bloodline and Zedus's soul fragments: 'This is a hidden danger, a risk, and also a variable, an opportunity.'

    A variable, an opportunity… Could it be here? As Lumian gained this realization, he also knew the new life was far too weak to counteract the terrifying collapse that sought to annihilate everything after losing balance.

    There were only a few seconds left before everything ended.

    But Lumian did not give up. His style was always to fight to the bitter end, even in death.

    The next second, he saw another flesh-crafted head growing rapidly on his collapsing body.

    This head also had two alternating faces. One belonged to the extraordinarily beautiful yet innocent-looking Primordial Demoness Cheek. The other, unfamiliar to Lumian, was stunningly beautiful yet radiated a maternal glow.

    Giant Queen Omebella!

    Seeing this change, Primordial Demoness Cheek, who was about to fuse into Lumian's body and exacerbate the imbalance, stopped trying.

    She smiled faintly at the manifestations of The Fool descending upon Her, Her endlessly alluring body becoming illusory and dispersing into the entire special mirror world.

    She was the master of the mirror world—She was the mirror world. She could fuse with it at any moment. Destroying all the mirror worlds would be the only way to truly kill Her.

    Though the mirrored terror's feminine aspect had been transferred to Jenna, the Primordial Demoness, who had spent millennia attempting fusion, could still partially leverage Her unique symbol until it fully broke free, becoming the true mirrored original Creator—the Oldest One.

    The Primordial Demoness's form simultaneously appeared in every corner of the special mirror world, Her soft voice echoing into Mr. Fool's ears from all directions.

    'Can you save Him?

    'You should be able to…

    'If you can't, I'll fuse with Him, and we'll invite you to our funeral. Everyone's funeral. The universe's funeral.

    'Sounds exciting, doesn't it?'

    Mr. Fool was unmoved by such words. Most of his rapidly flickering manifestations continued to fight the Primordial Demoness, trying to seal Her off and prevent Her from truly fusing into Lumian's body.

    The remaining manifestation turned to look at Lumian, struggling to hold on.

    He sighed softly.

    …

    At the special mirror world's edge.

    Amon, having requested dual-pathway godhood and power from The Fool, seized the moment when the mirrored Creator had yet to fully assimilate Jenna, unable to control the Demoness of Unaging's body, and was in His weakest state. He adjusted the monocle on His right eye.

    The Fool's manifestation outside the special mirror world suddenly had its black trench coat rise dramatically.

    Anthony and Ludwig were enveloped in gray-white fog, as if transported to another hidden, bizarre world.

    The next second, before Jenna's distorted, pained expression, now tinged with hatred, a searing sea of light appeared, engulfing her entirely.

    Supernova!

    Fueled by dual-pathway godhood and power, this was a Sufferer's reenactment ability!

    It was nearly identical to the supernova used by Mr. Fool during the battle of Sefirah Castle.

    Jenna's body instantly disintegrated, vaporizing before it could even evaporate. Amon, along with the surrounding mirror world, was also affected by the supernova, leading to inevitable collapse.

    The special mirror world also began to crumble. This collapse spread for a moment but was halted by Primordial Demoness Cheek, preventing it from affecting the depths where Lumian resided.

    The brilliant light that illuminated the darkness gradually faded. Suddenly, a holy glow, filled with redemption, shot out from the River of Fate.

    Amon reappeared, still wearing His monocle, pointed hat, and black magician's robe.

    He saw that amidst the chaotic turbulence of space-time, in the deep darkness, specks of soul fragments glowed faintly. Some belonged to Jenna, and some to the mirrored Creator. They intertwined, yet had not been entirely annihilated.

    Even a supernova explosion could not completely kill the mirrored Creator, even in Her incomplete, feminine aspect!

    These tangled soul fragments were on the verge of reassembling, ready for resurrection.

    Deep within the special mirror world, standing before Lumian's mutated body, Mr. Fool raised his starlit cane with his gloved right hand, his black trench coat silently billowing.

    Above him, far in the infinite heights, a door of light, tinged faintly with bluish-black light, flickered in and out of existence, surrounded by gray-white fog.

    Sefirah Castle!

    A shadow seemed to briefly open its eyes.

    As Mr. Fool's starlit cane pointed toward Lumian, the tangled fragments of the mirrored Creator and Jenna's soul outside the special mirror world were instantly transferred onto Lumian.

    Grafting!

    A conceptual and physical Grafting, leading to a renewed fusion!

    The Primordial Demoness, who had been manifesting and battling around the special mirror world, let out an amazed sound.

    It was enough to satisfy any male's vanity.

    However, unlike the earlier fusion, Omebella's bloodline and Zedus's soul fragments had now been activated, each merging with the Demoness of Apocalypse Cheek and the resurrecting Tudor.

    The mirrored Creator's soul fragments, as if drawn by some mystical force, carried Jenna's portion and merged into the flesh mass alternating between Omebella's face and the Demoness of Apocalypse Cheek.

    Mr. Fool added a glimmer of starlight to the remaining fragments of Jenna's soul, allowing them to withstand the erosion and fusion process for some time.

    …

    The countryside dreamscape was now in shambles.

    Madam Magician and Madam Justice, who had assumed Mythical Creature forms through self-hypnosis, fought fiercely against the ancient dragon Edefana for an extended period.

    During the battle, Madam Justice suddenly noticed two incongruities:

    Our opponent is merely a Sequence 2 mind dragon. How can it continually suppress Fors and me when we carry a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?

    Moreover, Fors hadn't once thought to divide her shadow to support other battlefields…

    At that moment, Edefana's ancient voice echoed, 'I have no desire to be your enemy. I am merely compelled.

    'As a dragon born in the mid-First Epoch, as ancient as Ankewelt, unlike Ariehogg and the others who only witnessed part of the Second Epoch's history, don't you wonder how I, a mere Sequence 2, have survived until now?'
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      At that moment, Amon's mocking voice reached Anthony and Ludwig's ears.

      'Why is it always me doing the work?

      'I'd much rather clear altars and figurines like the serpent…'

      As He spoke, the Blasphemer, dressed in a pointed soft hat and a classic magician's robe, faced Jenna and raised both arms.


      LMAOO OUROBOROS was a janitor all along
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        What will Adam and Klein decide about the Key of Light? We haven't seen Will for a long time, while Ouroboros works as a maid...
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      Yeah, Grand Lumian Plaza,
      Residents:- Alista, Cheek, Omebella, Zedus, Jenna, Original Creator and Aurore
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      As soon as LoTM slightly opened his eyes, the Original Demoness opened her mouth... in surprise)))
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      This dragon witnessed the moment in the life of the Celestial and the Almighty and Omniscient God. I suspect he's not the only angel that age.
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    Chapter 1110: Prince and Princess


    That moment, Jenna felt hesitation, trepidation, fear, anger, resentment, with many words surging to be spoken, as if to convince herself, but after thousands and ten thousands of words rushed to her lips, only one sentence remained: "But, I am willing."

    All those emotions ultimately condensed into a smile.

    Amon, for reasons unknown and to no one in particular, shook His head, lowering His gaze to the white paper in His hand.

    "Celia Bello, who chooses to become a Demoness of Unaging, will receive Amon's help. And Amon, taking advantage of the moment when the Demoness Sect's top leaders are all dispatched, stole a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact corresponding to a Demoness of Unaging, and thus arrived a bit late.

    "As for the corresponding supplementary ingredients. the Visionary has long envisioned them into existence."

    As He spoke, the white paper floated downward, and a potion that had been prepared at some unknown time appeared in Amon's hand.

    The potion dyed its container a grayish-white color, clearly reflecting the mirror world around it.

    It flew toward Jenna, landing in her palm.

    Seeing this potion, numerous images suddenly flashed through Jenna's mind: her childhood falling asleep to her mother's humming, the excitement of first entering the Théâtre de l'Ancienne Cage à Pigeons to learn performance, the bitterness of struggling to survive with her mother and brother, the shock and gratitude of first meeting Franca, the series of events after encountering Lumian, the massive impact and disillusionment of watching her mother jump to her death from the sixth floor...

    These countless fragments quickly settled, ultimately freezing into two scenes: one scene was after she finished singing a song at the Salle de Bal Brise, facing whistles and cheers, walking proudly to Lumian like a princess, laughing as she issued an invitation: "Handsome lion, dance!"

    The other scene was when she inserted the long-handled silver fork into Hugues Artois's eye socket, piercing into his brain, with the frozen surprise, bewilderment, and fear on the Member of Parliament's face illuminated by the surrounding light.

    Jenna raised the potion bottle, holding it like a long-handled silver fork.

    This time, the "long-handled silver fork" would pierce her own face.

    Jenna suddenly thought of something, turning her head to look at Anthony and Ludwig.

    The latter seemed to want to stop her but was held back by the former.

    Jenna opened her mouth, wanting to leave a word or two for Franca through them.

    But she couldn't think of what to say. Whether a sincere expression or a kind deception would ultimately become an irreparable regret, an eternally unhealing wound.

    She laughed self-deprecatingly, exhaling. "Tell Franca to live well, on my behalf.

    "My spirit will forever be with her."

    "Okay," Anthony responded in a calm voice.

    The palm pressing on Ludwig's shoulder inexplicably revealed blue-colored blood vessels.

    Jenna thought for a moment and added, "If the apocalypse passes, I hope you enjoy life.

    "Ludwig, humans are always full of pain, but I still like being human."

    Jenna withdrew her gaze, stabbing the potion into herself, her hand steady, not trembling, just like when she killed Hugues Artois with the long-handled silver fork, only less swift.

    The taste of soil and stone mixed together, lingering in her mouth.

    Her senses gradually went numb, her body rapidly petrifying.

    She felt her spirit floating midair, seeing herself in the mirror.

    She saw herself in the mirror, serene, with a smile, seemingly waiting to welcome herself.

    Though no ritual was held and no reconciliation reached beforehand, Jenna suddenly understood that her mirror self was also willing to sacrifice herself to save Lumian.

    "She is indeed more extreme than me...

    "She should have made the decision earlier than me..."

    Jenna laughed again, whispering two sentences.

    Suddenly, she was no longer anxious, no longer panicked, no longer afraid, because on this path to death, she was no longer alone.

    She had a companion, a companion who encouraged and supported each other.

    During the process of her instinct drifting toward her mirror self, Jenna suddenly saw "her" face twist, alternating between normal and painful, as if becoming a stranger.

    This change seemed constrained, as if bound by layers of chains, requiring tremendous effort and overcoming numerous difficulties to complete.

    "Come quickly..." Jenna, for the first time, cheered on the enemy who wanted to kill her.

    …

    In the grayish-white, cave-like area behind a mirror.

    Demoness of Black Clarice pretended to be at her limit, a step too slow, and could only "watch helplessly" as Franca escaped into one of the no longer petrified phantom tunnels.

    Phew... she secretly exhaled.

    Just then, her spirituality suddenly warned her, and she abruptly turned, looking towards the grayish-white stone altar.

    Franca bizarrely appeared nearby, and a clear, misty light shot out from the eye protection of the mechanical half-face mask she was wearing, striking the altar.

    The one who had just escaped was only Franca's mirror self!

    And the one following the departing "mirror self" was a Mirror Projection!

    The Demoness of Black's gaze instantly froze, but it was too late to stop it.

    Invisible barriers suddenly appeared around the altar, provided by the ritual itself.

    But for some reason, this protective power was insufficient, lacking the intensity a ritual for the Primordial Demoness should have, as if some inexplicable force had blocked most of the divine blessing.

    Under the clear, misty light, the invisible barrier was instantly reduced to its most basic, minute components and ceased to exist.

    Immediately after, the clear, misty light hit the bone- like figurine of the Primordial Demoness.

    The figurine swayed and began to crumble.

    Seeing this, the Demoness of Black was like someone trapped in a nightmare, frozen in place.

    For added security, Franca took out the Primordial Demoness figurine and the Inevitable Gun from her Traveler's Bag.

    She threw the figurine towards the altar, then fired two shots in quick succession.

    Bang! Bang!

    Two dim, green bullets shot out, each striking a bone-like figurine of the Primordial Demoness.

    Certain Death!

    Both the already crumbling and the intact statues began to rot, losing their luster, completely shattering.

    …

    Deep within the special mirror world.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek smiled as She observed the changes occurring in Lumian's body.

    His features were gradually being corrected, shifting towards Alista Tudor's likeness. On his body, the two intertwined Demoness figures were half-merged into him, driving his flesh to converge toward his neck.

    After the earlier burst of light, the process was now irreversible.

    Suddenly, one of the Demoness figures withdrew. attempting to straighten her body.

    Her expression was vivid, filled with both hatred and longing.

    The Primordial Demoness clad in the white bone dress instantly understood what was happening.

    A pure female Demoness was ascending to the rank of Demoness of Unaging!

    And at the most critical moment!

    The stunningly beautiful face of Primordial Demoness Cheek darkened.

    She was about to direct Her gaze at the advancing pure female Demoness to kill her first!

    Although the barrier formed by the burst of light isolated the interior from the exterior-temporarily preventing The Fool from entering and also hindering the Primordial Demoness from directly sensing or influencing the external situation - Cheek had already made preparations to prevent unexpected outcomes.

    She had instructed Her most trusted high-ranking Demonesses to set up altars at different locations within the mirror world, placing figurines there to conduct rituals. She used Her authority and symbols to establish a robust mystical connection!

    By now, those connections must have weakened, and the rituals would no longer be strongly protected. Yet, as the mirrored original Creator-the Oldest One- Cheek could barely maintain the existence of these connections and use them to project part of Her power to eliminate hidden threats.

    The Primordial Demoness swiftly cast Her consciousness toward the figurine closest to the target, only to discover with astonishment that the figurine had been destroyed and the connection severed.

    Her expression remained unchanged as She immediately scattered Her consciousness toward the remaining figurines still involved in the rituals.

    The next second, a vision appeared before Her eyes: it wasn't the advancing pure female Demoness - it was a black trench coat.

    The interior of the black trench coat was empty, with the coat itself outlining a human figure.

    Grafting!

    The Primordial Demoness realized that Her gaze on Jenna had been Grafted by Mr. Fool back onto Herself!

    In an instant, one of the Demoness figures entwining Lumian struggled to break free. A black bone dress wrapped around Her, and She disappeared from the spot, following the mystical connection to where Jenna was.

    The fusion within Lumian's body immediately lost its balance.

    His chest, neck, shoulders, torso, and limbs, along with the remaining Demoness figure, all collapsed inward, as if about to turn into a mass of flesh. The flesh converged into a clump, continuing to compress.

    The two Tudors fused within his head, along with the Sequence 1 Conqueror Beyonder characteristic, were also dragged downward by immense force. They pierced through his skull, through the flames and frost, and through the writhing flesh.

    The barrier of light at the edge of the special mirror world suddenly vanished.

    …

    Floating closer, Jenna finally saw the distortion and pain on her mirrored self's face disappear entirely.

    "She" lifted her face and gave Jenna in midair a bizarre smile, opening her arms wide.

    Jenna did not resist. She closed her eyes and moved forward, accepting the embrace.

    She felt warmth and reassurance, which made her want to fall into a deep sleep.

    She offered no resistance.

    It was as if she had returned to her childhood, listening to her mother hum a lullaby and her father's soft snores, drifting into slumber.

    Back then, though life wasn't particularly great, she had nothing to worry about. Her father and mother would take care of everything: she only needed to be a good child.

    She grew more at peace, more tranquil.

    She believed her mother and father would shield her from the storm, ensuring she slept soundly.

    In that serene dream, she would be a princess, and her prince would walk toward her, inviting her to dance.

    A smile appeared on her face.

    Her thoughts dissolved into the encroaching madness, settling into a tranquil darkness.
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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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      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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    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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      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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    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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        Gwan
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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
          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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