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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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    '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.

    Peam trolling, but why tf it say he waved like a human 😭😭
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    Ah yes get the EBS's blessing to fight against his child... What could possibly go wrong frost
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    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.

    Is Amon trying to blossom his humanity?? 🤔🤔
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    PRAISE THE FOOL
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    Amon one-sidedly recognising relatives, how cute joy Indeed he and Klein would've gotten along well if it weren't for their pathways sigh
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    What a funky relationship between Amon and Lumian cheerful
    Isn't it funny - it feels like only now are we having leisure, at Sequence 2 and 3... It's like the eye of the storm...
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    'You only mentioned Hermes and ancient Hermes because you only mastered them?' Amon laughed

    ...And Troll
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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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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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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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    link to the channel in my profile description

    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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      R.I.P Jenna.
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