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Chapter 1112: One Trouble After Another
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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.

He had two goals today. One was to suppress any signs of Primordial God Almighty's resurrection otherwise the balance that the "Eternal Blazing Sun" had finally achieved would be broken, and second was 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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    Chapter 1117: Ruins


    Lugano stood at the edge of the gray-white mist, not daring to take a single step further into the lifeless Trier, that ruined world.

    He had always strictly adhered to the instructions of Her Holiness, the Pope.

    This was also his heartfelt choice.

    As usual, he remained hidden within the gray-white fog, observing the changes in the nightmare with a mix of fear and curiosity.

    He didn't know how much time had passed before a figure emerged from behind a collapsed building.

    It was a deer, walking lightly on its hooves, happily nibbling at the fresh fruits borne by the green plants.

    This seemed quite normal, much like how nature quickly reclaimed towns abandoned by humans.

    Yet Lugano saw that as the deer ate, pieces of bloody flesh-not flesh, but raw, blood-covered fawns-fell from its abdomen, freshly born.

    The fawns quickly stood up, clustered around their mother, and suckled her milk.

    In just a minute or two, a sizable herd of deer was born.

    They moved behind a few collapsed buildings and disappeared from Lugano's sight.

    Lugano was not unfamiliar with such scenes. Over the past year, he had witnessed too many similar acts of birth and new life in his nightmares, evolving from shock, bewilderment, fear, and disgust to complete numbness. Even with so many frequent instances of reproduction and birth, Trier in the nightmare remained deathly silent, with only occasional faint sounds breaking the silence.

    Those newborn animals seemed to disappear almost as quickly as they appeared.

    Lugano tried to force himself to look away, to retreat deeper into the dense mist, lest he witness even more terrifying scenes.

    This was his learned wisdom: every nightmare contained something new and horrifying, gradually amplifying his inner unease. Without such escalating horrors, the mere silent, crimson Trier and the wild animals repeatedly birthing offspring in grotesque ways would not have been enough to break him, to sustain his daily fear-after all, if the same scene or event repeated day after day without directly harming the observer, it would likely result in desensitization rather than continued unease.

    But Lugano couldn't bring himself to leave the edge of the gray fog. Deep down, he yearned to stay and continue observing Trier in his nightmare, hoping to find the root cause of his recurring dreams.

    Sometimes, he even felt that watching such scenes was the only time he truly felt alive.

    As he watched, Lugano's gaze suddenly froze.

    At the end of the collapsed street, five figures appeared.

    Human figures!

    The five figures seemed partially merged with the darkness, untouched by the crimson moonlight, making them shadowy and indistinct.

    Leading them was a man in a brown lightweight trench coat pinned with a golden brooch. He had golden hair, golden eyebrows, and a golden beard, holding a sword seemingly condensed from pure sunlight.

    Behind him, two men in white robes embroidered with golden threads carried a human corpse.

    The other two figures flanked them on the left and right, walking slightly ahead and behind, remaining on alert.

    Lugano widened his eyes, straining to make out the features of these figures and, most importantly, the appearance of the corpse they were carrying.

    For some reason, his attention was drawn to the face of the corpse.

    As the five figures drew closer to the gray fog, the face of the corpse became clear to Lugano's eyes.

    The corpse had regular features, thick eyebrows, and sharp eyes-it was unmistakably Lugano himself!

    Lugano's pupils dilated instantly. Instinctively, he staggered back, collapsing to the ground with a loud thud.

    How is that possible?

    How can it be my corpse?

    I'm perfectly alive!

    Propping his hands against the water-stained stone slabs, Lugano sprang to his feet like a coil.

    He rushed back to the edge of the gray fog, determined to confirm whether the corpse truly looked exactly like him.

    Unfortunately, the five figures had already changed direction, heading toward the other end of the gray fog, leaving only shadowy silhouettes that seemed to blend into the darkness.

    …

    One of the clergy members from the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, carrying the "corpse," addressed Angoulême de François, who was walking ahead, "Deacon, this guy's body has unconsciously left the protected zone over a hundred times now. Each time, we've had to retrieve it to prevent it from coming into contact with anomalies. Why not just purify him? He's a Sequence 5 Druid of the Planter pathway!"

    "Exactly, he's a high-risk Beyonder," echoed the other clergy member carrying the "corpse."

    Angoulême glanced at his subordinates. "He's the archbishop of the Sick Church."

    "So what? Can't the Sick Church get a new archbishop? High-risk Beyonders like him are better off reduced to Beyonder characteristics and sealed away," grumbled Orulan, the first to speak. He was clearly dissatisfied with the dangerous task of venturing into the ruins to retrieve rogue bodies.

    It was very dangerous.

    Why is those high-risk Beyonders' life considered precious, and ours isn't?

    Angoulême calmly explained, "The higher-ups said he's still useful."

    At this, Orulan stopped arguing.

    He couldn't help but lift his gaze toward the sky.

    The crimson moonlight was eerie and bright, overshadowing the stars, though the crimson moon itself was nowhere to be seen.

    "Why did it suddenly turn out like this..." Orulan murmured in confusion and pain.

    This question was asked daily by those who had to enter the ruins and learn the truth about the protected zone. It was the most common question on the lips of Beyonders.

    Angoulême also looked up at the sky.

    The scene from back then flashed vividly in his mind: the crimson full moon descended lower and lower, impossibly so, finally landing upon the earth.

    The entire Fourth Epoch Trier collapsed as a result.

    The formless, colorless flames in the sky and the white fog permeating the ancient city disintegrated instantly.

    With the aid of the two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts - The Fourth Sun and The Divine Kingdom Without People - and the fact that they weren't among the primary targets, Angoulême, Jack Walton, and a few others barely survived the initial impact.

    Even so, they each lost a colleague, helplessly watching them mutate into grotesque monstrosities, as if granted new, malevolent life.

    Later, thanks to the unique properties of The Fourth Sun, they were fortunate enough to be pulled into the protected zone before the second wave of destruction hit.

    Why did it suddenly turn out like this? Angoulême wanted to ask the same question.

    At the time, things had seemed to be heading in a good direction - the Montsouris ghosts had been almost completely dissolved by The Fourth Sun, and Louis Gustav had been purified. Only Madame Pualis's whereabouts remained unaccounted for.

    Then, out of nowhere, the crimson moon descended, and the world collapsed.

    Orulan and the others' spirits sank, their moods heavy, until sunlight illuminated the darkness, dispelling their inner fear and confusion.

    However, the sunlight did not penetrate the darkness created by the Sealed Artifacts.

    This control was intentional-otherwise, it would have posed a significant risk.

    As Orulan and the others calmed, a rumbling explosion echoed from afar, shaking the ground violently, as if it might collapse entirely.

    Orulan instinctively turned toward the sound.

    Thick white fog spread in the distance, and within it prowled a gigantic monster with three heads.

    Violet flames ignited within the fog, and silver-white lightning illuminated the interior. Cracks in the ground extended all the way to Angoulême's group, where crimson magma flowed slowly.

    Even from a great distance, Orulan and the others could feel the aura of destruction.

    This was unlike the quiet gestation of life and death in Trier's ruins-this was brazen, ostentatious, and wanton destruction.

    Fear gripped Orulan as he prepared to avert his gaze, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a female figure sitting quietly atop the collapsed spire of a clock tower, her feet dangling.

    Behind her, the three-headed monster prowled, bringing volcanic eruptions, thunderstorms, blizzards, earthquakes, and soaring violet flames-but none of it touched her.

    Wh- Orulan suddenly recalled terrifying stories he'd heard as a child.

    A witch and the monster she commanded.

    "Deacon, should we intervene and clean this up? I'm worried that if this continues, the entire Trier ruins will collapse," Orulan asked Angoulême.

    Angoulême withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at Orulan and the others.

    "No need.

    "Remember, in the ruins, never do anything beyond your assigned task. It's not only dangerous to us but could also threaten the maintenance of the protected zone.

    "Sometimes, what you think is a good deed might worsen the situation."

    "Yes, Deacon." Amid the rumbling noise, Orulan and the others' expressions turned solemn.

    They had all heard stories of colleagues mysteriously disappearing or mutating into monsters within the ruins. Some had even witnessed it firsthand.

    Countless task teams had vanished forever in the ruins.

    "All right, we've reached the safe passage."

    Angoulême said, pointing to a specific spot at the edge of the gray fog.

    From there, they would return to the protected zone.

    Instinctively, Orulan and the others cast one last glance toward the distant dense fog.

    The woman sitting silently atop the collapsed spire exuded a unique allure.

    …

    Franca sat atop the collapsed clock tower, letting her thoughts scatter and drift.

    Time passed quickly, minute by minute, until the explosions, thunder, and howling winds behind her subsided. Only then did she pull her focus back to her body.

    "All done?" She asked as she turned to Lumian, who stood nearby, now restored to human size.

    Still sporting three heads, Lumian nodded.

    "It's that time again, where I occasionally regain clarity, though this time it might last longer.

    "And I've finally grasped the powers of Conqueror and Demoness of Apocalypse."

    "Didn't you already digest those two Beyonder characteristics through Cheek's avatar and Alista Tudor's integration?" Franca asked, puzzled.

    "Digesting the characteristics and truly making the power your own are two different things," Lumian replied calmly with a faint smile. "After all, I didn't digest the potion myself."

    Franca glanced at him, then at the faces of Aurore and Jenna, eyes closed, stained with blood, resting on his right shoulder. She tentatively asked, "You're looking pretty good?"

    Lumian responded with a smile, "To do what comes next, I have to be.

    "And besides, whatever happens, it's time for things to reach a conclusion. That's better than endless torment."

    As he spoke, his tone grew somber.

    "This time, I won't be a pawn, I'll do what I want to do."
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      pixel_rip bartender of that apartment i still cannot pronounce and it's residence.


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    1116 Nightmare






    What has been, will be again; what has been done, will be done again.

    Trier, Le Marché du Quartier du Gentleman.

    Leon—scholarly in appearance—stood at the front of the living room. His expression was solemn as he preached to the members of the congregation.

    He had moved out of Auberge du Coq Doré because the congregation had grown significantly.

    Although the local authorities in Le Marché du Quartier du Gentleman seemed indifferent to his clandestine spreading of an unorthodox faith, Leon believed caution was paramount—better to avoid any undue attention.

    If devout and fanatical believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun or the God of Steam and Machinery within the quartier discovered his heretical teachings, they would report and protest relentlessly at the cathedral. Even if the two major Churches were initially reluctant to act, they'd eventually be forced to intervene!

    Moreover, with an increasing number of followers, Leon genuinely needed a temporary location to serve as an underground chapel.

    Having finished his sermon, Leon raised his hands, palms outward, his voice suddenly becoming fervent, 'Praise be to you, Beholden to the King of Yellow and Black, Priest of the Apocalypse and War, the Multi-Faced Conqueror of All, the true Malady God!

    'Praise be to you, the Ancient One who transcends time, One who remains forever young, Envoy of Disease and Plague, Lady who spreads pain and despair, Protector of humanity's adventurous spirit, companion to the great Malady God!'

    The gathered believers in the living room mimicked his gestures and completed the ritual with a final hymn of praise.

    As Leon listened to the echoing voices of the congregation, he felt a moment of daze.

    He didn't quite understand why the titles of these two deities kept changing, especially the great God of Plague, whose honorific name had been revised multiple times, leaving little resemblance to the original descriptions. Furthermore, the title Malady God had been reinstated, while God of Disease was now regarded as His companion and queen.

    Leon had once inquired about this matter with Her Holiness, the Pope. The reply was: 'This reflects the rise in the rank and authority of the God of Plague.'

    After the hymns, Leon gestured for the assisting padres to distribute holy communion.

    The communion consisted of a drink and a choice of food: one could choose from absinthe, red wine, or cooled boiled water, paired with either mashed potatoes or meat patties.

    Seeing his followers savor the communion with genuine satisfaction, Leon felt his year-long efforts had been worthwhile. A profound sense of accomplishment welled within him.

    In the afternoon, he left his residence and headed to Église Saint-Robert on Avenue du Marché.

    This wasn't because he secretly maintained his faith in the Eternal Blazing Sun but rather because he believed the rapid growth of the Sick Church necessitated greater organization. He and the other bishops needed to prepare for eventualities by advising Her Holiness on perfecting aspects of daily worship, large-scale masses, and the Church's scriptures.

    On such matters, the orthodox Churches of the true gods served as excellent references.

    Avenue du Marché was as lively as ever. Waves of newcomers streamed in from the nearby steam train station, flowing like rivers into the sea that was Trier. Some opted for carriages, others carried suitcases and walked, while the less cautious had their wallets stolen, leaving them shouting and chasing in distress. The patrolling police offered help with little enthusiasm.

    Leon entered Église Saint-Robert and noticed a relatively unfamiliar bishop standing before the altar.

    Approaching, he asked curiously, 'Is Bishop Christopher not here today?'

    The unfamiliar young bishop gave a complex smile and replied, 'Bishop Christopher has been reassigned. I will be taking over his duties.

    'You may call me Yveline.'

    Another new bishop… Leon couldn't help frowning slightly.

    In his hometown, aside from rapidly promoted padres and bishops, most would remain in one place for years—some even decades—overseeing a single village cathedral. Yet Église Saint-Robert had seen five bishops in just the past year.

    Now, this was the sixth!

    It wasn't like this last year…

    When I first arrived in Trier, the bishop back then stayed for more than half a year…

    Leon's thoughts shifted to the numerous changes within the Eternal Blazing Sun Church over the past year.

    The Eternal Blazing Sun, whose titles had never changed before, had begun issuing revelations, drastically altering its titles—similar to the God of Plague. Even the status of the Sun Sacred Emblem had shifted, no longer placed atop altars, downgraded to just one among many sacred symbols!

    Leon cast his gaze toward the altar and saw a massive cross standing there.

    After exchanging a few pleasantries with Bishop Yveline, he seated himself in the front row, pretending to pray.

    Before long, his heightened spiritual sensitivity as a Warlock stirred within him. Suddenly opening his eyes, he turned to the side.

    He saw Lugano, his direct superior, once again.

    This archbishop of Trier's Sick Church—a Sequence 5 Druid—had unexpectedly appeared in Église Saint-Robert of the Eternal Blazing Sun Church!

    With his thick brows and sharp eyes, Lugano showed no fear or surprise upon noticing Leon. Removing his half-tall silk hat, he sat beside his subordinate, gazing at the massive cross on the altar. In a low voice, he asked, 'What are you doing at the Eternal Blazing Sun Church?'

    'Your Grace, I wanted to learn how to deliver better sermons,' Leon humbly explained.

    He refrained from asking why Lugano was at Église Saint-Robert.

    Lugano smiled and replied, 'Me too.'

    Then, with a sigh, he added, 'And to feel the sunlight.'

    'Feel the sunlight?' Leon asked, puzzled.

    Lugano stared at the massive cross on the altar and said, 'I always feel like the sunlight outside isn't bright enough, isn't warm enough. It can't dispel the cold and fear inside me. Only the sunlight here reaches my soul and lets me forget my unease.'

    'Unease?' Leon also felt a sense of unease.

    What unsettled him most was that the archbishop's words bordered on blasphemy—they lacked piety.

    What cold and fear could the great Malady God and the great Malady God Queen not resolve or eradicate? Why not pray to them or seek guidance from Her Holiness instead of coming to the Eternal Blazing Sun Church to feel the sunlight?

    Will I be silenced for hearing such blasphemous words? As Leon's anxiety grew, Lugano shifted his gaze from the altar to observe Bishop Yveline, who had moved to a long table at the side of the church. Speaking in a suppressed tone, he said, 'I've been having nightmares for a long time. Haven't you?'

    'No,' Leon replied firmly.

    'Do you often feel uneasy?' Lugano pressed further.

    Leon shook his head at first but then hesitantly added, 'As a Warlock, my spirituality is strong. I only feel unease as a premonition of trouble, which usually helps me avoid or resolve it. Any unease disappears afterward.'

    Lugano sighed again and said, 'I've had nightmares for so long—every single night, waking up in terror.'

    'Have you asked Her Holiness about the root of the problem?' Leon probed cautiously.

    Lugano smiled faintly and said, 'I have. I've also prayed to the great Malady God and the great Malady God Queen. The response I received was: 'Pay no mind to it, but do not get too close.''

    Pay no mind, that I understand. But what does do not get too close mean? Does delving into the nightmare lead to self-destruction, being dragged into the abyss? Leon instinctively analyzed the meaning of these words.

    Suddenly, he recalled another matter: a mystical circle he had joined recently encountered problems, seemingly caused by a Beyonder from the Planter pathway.

    In another related mystical circle, the host and many members warned everyone to beware of Beyonders from the Planter and Apothecary pathways.

    His Grace is a Sequence 5 Druid of the Planter pathway… Could his recurring nightmares be related to abnormalities in these two pathways? Leon dared not voice his thoughts.

    Lugano continued, 'Her Holiness also told me that, at my lowest, I could sit in a cathedral of the Eternal Blazing Sun.'

    'I see…' Leon expressed his understanding.

    Deep inside, however, he resolved to report this matter to Her Holiness through the mirror. He couldn't simply take the Archbishop's words at face value.

    Lugano remained at Église Saint-Robert until evening before leaving to tend to the various affairs of Trier's Sick Church.

    Late at night, he finally returned to his rented apartment. After drinking a glass of milk, stretching his body, and completing his nightly prayers, Lugano prepared for bed.

    After washing up, he lay on his bed and turned off the gas wall lamp.

    He stared at the ceiling, immersed in darkness, and at the crimson moonlight seeping through the curtains. He observed the twisted patterns formed by the interplay of light and shadow, unwilling to close his eyes for a long time.

    He was afraid to sleep, afraid to dream.

    He had once tried altering his routine—working at night and resting during the day—but the nightmare still came.

    He didn't know how much time passed before he finally fell asleep.

    In a daze, Lugano suddenly jolted awake, as if becoming lucid.

    He saw the familiar gray-white fog and the water-stained stone slab.

    It's here again… Lugano was not surprised.

    The nightmare had come as anticipated.

    He staggered to the edge of the gray-white fog but dared not step beyond it. He lingered there, gazing outward into the depths of the dream.

    In the distance, he faintly saw a familiar street.

    It was where he currently lived.

    But in the dream, the street and all the buildings had completely collapsed—none were spared. The same destruction extended into the distance, with no end in sight.

    Under the crimson moonlight, the ruins appeared chaotic, desolate, cold, and deathly still. Yet, they exuded a peculiar, eerie beauty—abandoned for ages yet imbued with a unique spiritual essence.

    Green plants had overtaken the destroyed buildings. Some grew so densely they seemed to shroud the dead structures in burial cloth. Others bore abundant, fresh fruit.

    Gazing upon this scene, Lugano was gripped by visceral fear, his entire body cold. It was as if he had glimpsed the future of Trier, the fate awaiting himself and others.

    This was the nightmare he experienced every night:

    A lifeless Trier where all humanity had been buried and every building had crumbled.

    A Trier bathed perpetually in crimson moonlight.
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      Is this truly a Nightmares or reality?
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      How interesting, the opening quote suggests that what Lugano experiences is that of the same essence in Volume 1. A cycle of being able to see the true state of Trier in a "nightmare", and the "reality" of a Trier unscathed. In another way, it's also in mirror with how it ties back to the Inevitability. Could it be Amon's influence, or that of Inevitability Himself?
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    LOTM 2: COI - Volume 7 Author Summary
    Date: December 3, 2024

    Translation with some paraphrase by windvally
    From LOTM discord channel - https://discord.gg/lordofthemysteries
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    The volume title and opening quotes of this volume are straightforward and symbolic, so there's no need for much explanation. Anyone who has read this volume should understand what they represent.
    [TL Note: In case you need a reminder - Volume 7 Second Law. Opening Quote: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.]

    This volume is very short, and there's not much to summarize. The first point is: do you remember what I said in the summary of Volume 1? I mentioned that the hidden storylines and various holes I dug with symbolism in Volume 1 would be gradually filled in, and that the most important ones might not be resolved until the 3rd to last or even the penultimate volume. Now, I can finally say that the main symbolisms and the key storylines of Volume 1 are completely addressed at the end of this penultimate volume, paving the way for the final part of the story.

    What remains in volume 1 are some Easter eggs that I didn’t explicitly point out. However, they don't impact the main plot and are just minor details. I'll leave them for interested readers to uncover on their own, which is more fun anyway.

    Now at the end of Volume 7, can I ask the same question again: Don't you think Volume 1 was actually pretty well-written if we look back from now. I think the biggest issue with the Volume 1 was that the ending didn’t have a climactic explosion. It felt more like waking up from a dream. But as I write now and revisit the first sentence of chapter 1 of volume 1, I feel that not having a grand victory at the volume 1 end may have been more appropriate and fitting.

    Initially, that first sentence of Volume 1 Chapter 1 had absolutely no deeper meaning or foreshadowing.
    It was just a meme that is a reference to a Cultist Simulator's character background setting, and a way to outline Lumian's prankster personality. [TN Note - Cultist Simulator Dancer Legacy: I am young and I am strong and for a time yet I will be beautiful; COI chapter 1 first sentence if translated by me based on Cutlist Simulator: I am a failure and I am without leisure and I rarely notice the brightness of the sun.]

    It was a the opening sentence to a made-up prank story created based on Luman's own past experiences/events. But now, after writing so much and portraying Lumian stumbling forward amid the schemes of various players, unable to control his fate and even losing another person he wanted to protect, I’ve realized that this first sentence "I am a failure...etc." has almost unintentionally echoed throughout every volume.

    Perhaps this was also a a symbolism: Living in an apocalyptic world, caught in such events, fearless of death yet unable to embrace it.

    So, the tone set by the first sentence of Volume 1 Chapter 1 wasn’t intentional — it was a coincidence, a happy accident in writing. That’s why I believe that even if AI evolved to the point of being able to produce complete and exciting stories, it still can’t replace the human element of writing. Sometimes, I don’t even know the deeper significance of a few lines I write until later when they resonate with other parts of the story. Could AI achieve that?

    Moreover, when it comes to writing, we often do not make the best or most optimal decisions or choices, but rather decisions influenced by personal experience, state of mind at the time of the decision, or newly acquired knowledge. These choices may be suboptimal or even extremely far from ideal, yet they carry a distinctive personal touch (or imprint) of the author and offer a unique reading experience.
    [TL Note: Note he didn't say it will guaranteed to be a positive experience lmao. It definitely is unique alright:stare: ]

    The second point to summarize is that, an abrupt plot development or segment of story isn’t just for the sake of being contrary to the readers or forcefully trying to go against readers' guesses or predictions — it has a necessary purpose. In these cases, I usually have characters point out the issue and hint that there will be answers later. I ask readers to be patient.

    For example, in the Dreamscape city from Volume 6, why didn’t the "Great Mother" help the Celestial Worthy? Why didn’t she maintain the balance? At that specific point in the story, there's no way for me to reveal it. I could only raise the question and wait for the story to progress until the final climax to reveal the answer. The same goes for the Celestial Worthy’s despair — I couldn’t just casually reveal the most crucial reason in the volume’s summary, could I? I could only discuss secondary reasons. As the author, I need to keep the overarching narrative and pacing in mind when revealing information.

    Similarly, when Lumian drew the "World" card when becoming a Major Arcana, I could only explain the reasonable development behind drawing that card and hint at the theme of the next volume. I couldn’t fully reveal the necessity of this choice. Drawing the "World" card symbolized "Mother" and hinted that the primary attribute of Lumian at that point was "The Mother". This foreshadowed and is connected to the later revelation of "Calamity must stay away from Mother".

    This interpretation was crucial, but I couldn’t just stall everything and wait until the encounter with Mrs. Paulis to start elaborating on it without any prior hints. It would have seemed too abrupt, as if I were improvising just to drive the plot forward.

    Given all that, now we can look back. Why didn’t Fors take out all the Major Arcana cards that already have an owner from the deck before letting Lumian pick it? As an angel of the Mysteries trio's pathway Door, as an angel level Astrologer, her spiritual intuition was at work here. [TL Note: Fors's intuition tells her keeping the owned cards in will reveal something about Lumian]

    Rewinding further to Volume 1, when Fors drew cards for Lumian for the very first time, why did she initially take out the Major Arcana deck?

    Was it due to her usual laziness and carelessness? Was she influenced by the Celestial Worthy? This theory may work in a sense, but why in the world would the Celestial Worthy influence her in this instance?

    This card drawing segment in volume 1 hints that Lumian’s status [TN Note:Level of divinity] at the time qualified him to draw major arcana cards. Fors’s spiritual intuition reacted to this.

    This qualification carried dual symbolism: first, it hinted that he was connected to Termiboros, a high sequence existence and the creator of the Cordu Village cycle. Second, it suggested that Lumian carried fragments of Zedus’s soul, marking him as a crucial pawn.

    If he had truly drawn a Major arcana card back then in Volume 1, what might have happened? I envisioned three possibilities: the "Moon," the "World," symbolizing the "Mother" already present in Lumian’s identity, or thirdly, a choice that you guys might not be able to guess - Lumian might draw the "Sun" in Volume 1 if he drew major arcana.

    The imagery and reading of the "Sun" Tarot card is intriguing. You can look it up to understand why I say this.

    It was also a starting point for my writing of the Lord of the Mysteries. Back then, I researched tarot cards for writing purposes.
    From the "Sun" card, I extended concepts of "Father" and "Child" and eventually drew from Lovecraftian mythology’s Twin Blasphemies Nug and Yeb to create Omebella, a crucial character in the background.

    Omebella was a key point in Book 1, as well as in Book 2. The Earth Mother and co. prospered because of Omebella in Book 1, and their fall was also due to Omebella in Book 2. It’s a story that aligns beautifully with the philosophy of balance in Eastern aesthetics: what rises because of you must also fall because of you.

    Returning to the topic of Volume 7, it ties together many foreshadowed clues, hidden histories, and the status/conditions of certain characters/gods. I was finally able to fill in those holes I dug, it could be counted as the explosion of accumulated conflicts.

    This is why the volume is only 81 chapters long. When I discussed the book with my editor, I initially planned to finish by the end of 2024 or early 2025. But Volumes 5 and 6 exceeded their planned length because there was so much to cover. After Volume 5, I told my editor the book's finale might stretch into February or March. After Volume 6, I revised that to March, maybe even late March.

    However, as I wrote Volume 7, I realized that many stories couldn’t be told because the current structure lacked the necessary elasticity to sustain them.

    My original plan was to write about the process of Lumian digesting potions, which, as the Primordial Witch said near the end, isn’t all that important when it comes to fulfilling his roles within all the schemes.

    But as the conflicts accumulated, I realized that writing about a specific key points (events or locations) during his digestion process would inevitably lead to a chain reaction resulting in the accumulated conflict being triggered even when I don't want it to.
    Without these critical conflicts being saved up since they got resolved early if I were to write about Lumian's process of digesting his potion, the later stages would lack the pressure and tension needed to sustain the narrative, making the story dull. [TL Note: basicallly, a Lumian who spent a "Klein" amount of time to properly digest his potion and stablize, and solve all conflicts during his adventure while digesting...would end up leaving no urgency, no tension, no risks in the remaining plot, is what CF thinks]

    I had anticipated this issue but not entirely. My original design included a storyline that happens in the Southern Continent first. After they resolve that storyline in the Southern Continent, Fors will then lead Lumian’s team and sneak into another star system to explore alien civilizations. This would tie into her "Planeswalker" potion and Lumian’s digestion of war-related potions. However, after careful consideration, I realized this wouldn’t work. With Lumian’s symbolic presence and connection to the Mother Goddess, leaving the barrier would instantly make him a beacon, like a firefly in the dark, impossible to hide.

    So, since digestion wasn’t crucial based on the needs of those that make use of Lumian, I decided to make the conflicts explode, enhancing the apocalyptic pressure instead.

    With this, the plan for completing the novel is once again adjusted back to January or February. Taking into account that the final volume cannot have its pacing slowed too much, and although I haven’t fully decided on the specific writing approach yet, it definitely won’t be overly long.
    Thus, we return to the very first estimate during my initial talk with my editor when starting the book: early 2025 — at the latest, before the Lunar New Year (Jan 29, 2025); at the earliest, in early January; and possibly even sooner.

    As for the "Primordial Demoness" section, it wasn’t aimed at "artistic" depiction. What I wanted to present was something unsettling, chaotic, mad, and grotesque.

    To craft such a character, simply having Cheeks explain HER thoughts and plans wouldn’t achieve the desired effect. Instead, it required contrasting this with something seemingly perfect and beautiful, turning that beauty into something terrifying, revolting, agitating, and giving you goosebumps.

    This is a common writing technique, akin to the well-known method of using joyous scenes to highlight sorrow.

    Looking back, I feel I achieved the intended effect to some extent. The portrayal of the "Primordial Demoness" became vivid and distinct.

    This volume managed to flesh out several characters and allowed the chain reaction of conflicts to unfold in proper sequence, achieving the desired impact. I’m personally quite satisfied with it.

    Similar to, when writing the "Primordial Demoness" segment, it was meant to showcase madness and lunacy by contrasting it with beauty. For Jenna’s soul retaining a fragment and merging with Lumian, it wasn’t out of mercy on my part. On the contrary, it was a calculated act of cruelty. Such a merged state, in truth, it might have been better for them if it were eternal rest instead.

    Now then, I’ll be taking a short break. The final volume must be approached with caution, so I need time to think things through. We’ll resume updates at noon on Sunday, though only with one chapter due to it being the weekend;
    Regular updates will follow after that on weekdays as usual.

    The final volume is titled "Eternal Kalpas" （TL Note: unofficial translation by me. The full literal translation is One who Experiences Eternal Kalpas 永劫者), derived from the Sequence 0 name of The Circle of Inevitability.

    The opening quote of Volume 8 is:
    What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again;
    [TL Note: This comes from Bible Ecclesiastes chapter 1 verse 9 (Ecclesiastes 1:9)]

    Lastly, in terms of monthly ticket, December will likely be the last full month of The Circle of Inevitability's updates.

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      I really hope CF eventually writes a spin off of LOTM set in another planet, I think there is a lot of potential for a Cosmere-like shared universe here
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        He was tired of lotm. even the third book is questionable. and there will be no free Sefirot lying unattended anywhere. The earth's situation is unique.
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          it doesnt have to follow the same exactly formula as lotm, it doesn't even have to be directly related at all

          thats why I mentioned the Cosmere, which is Brian Sanderson's shared universe for his novels but each book series takes place in a different planet with very different applications of the same underlying magic system, and the only connections to other series are some characters that appear or get mentioned once in a while, which in my opinion is pretty damn cool
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            he might as well have written a new story.
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        We still need the one about 4th epoch, seemed like a wild epoch
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        I was hoping for spin-off about Fors Planeswalker ritual; spreading legends of herself in some Alien planet.
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    'Primordial God Almighty?' Lumian raised an eyebrow.

    All around him, formless, colorless flames suddenly flared up, blazing fiercely.

    Madame Pualis, cradling the infant Omebella, smiled and said, 'Within the two pathways of Calamity lies the arrangement for the resurrection of the Primordial God Almighty. During the union of Tudor and Cheek to conceive Krismona and Judith, the consciousness of the Primordial God Almighty also partially revived. Naturally, that pair of twins were younger brother and elder sister.

    'Conversely, if what fused into your body wasn't Omebella and Zedus, but other divine offspring of the Great Mother, they would have been completely ineffective during that fusion. They lack the necessary symbols and mystical connections.'

    Hearing this, the head on Lumian's left shoulder turned from side to side, the faces of Cheek and Alista Tudor alternating as they gazed at Madame Pualis.

    Lumian struggled to suppress the urge to incinerate this part of Paramita and destroy it entirely. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

    So that's how it is. Omebella was indeed killed by a direct relative. That explains her curse on the City of Silver…

    Previously, Lumian had speculated that Omebella's final death stemmed from the citizens of City of Silver killing Her. Since they were Her followers, essentially her 'children,' the act of filicide—or human deicide—could naturally trigger the curse: 'Must die at the hands of a direct relative, or else become an evil spirit.'

    Now it seemed that while this might be one of the reasons, it was certainly not the only one—nor even the most crucial.

    The true reason was that Omebella's initial death was orchestrated by the Ancient Sun God!

    As the successor to the Primordial God Almighty, the Ancient Sun God might have had fragments of the Primordial God Almighty's consciousness and spirit awakening within Him at that time—though still suppressible!

    Under these circumstances, in Omebella's eyes, wasn't it essentially a god imbued with Her father's consciousness and spirit using powers derived from Him to kill Her?

    Lumian suddenly understood why Madame Pualis had lured the padre into personally killing the newborn Omebella back in Cordu.

    If it were only about fulfilling the symbolic act of being killed by a direct relative, Madame Pualis herself, as the mother, could have handled it. There would have been no need for such elaborate arrangements.

    The only explanation was that infant Omebella had to be killed once by her biological father—the padre, who symbolized the Eternal Blazing Sun. Only then would all the necessary symbols be complete, forming a closed loop and becoming valid in the realm of mysticism.

    Eternal Blazing Sun… Eternal Blazing Sun…

    Lumian's pupils dilated as he was struck by a sudden realization.

    Once he understood that making the padre become Omebella's father was to evoke the symbol of the Eternal Blazing Sun, one question had always puzzled him.

    Why the Eternal Blazing Sun specifically?

    Wouldn't the God of Steam and Machinery, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, or the Lord of Storms suffice?

    This question hadn't lingered long, though. Realizing that Aurore possessed the unique conditions of being a transmigrator, having the gray fog's aura, being a Warlock, and having a younger brother, Lumian had concluded it was mere coincidence. It just so happened that Cordu worshiped the Eternal Blazing Sun.

    But now, he suddenly understood—it wasn't a coincidence. It was a necessary condition.

    Aside from being a transmigrator, having the gray fog's aura, being a Warlock, and the sibling relationship, there was another implicit condition: residing in a region that worshiped the Eternal Blazing Sun.

    Lumian recalled his time as a casual believer of the Eternal Blazing Sun, occasionally attending Mass at the Saint Sith Cathedral in Cordu, and remembered certain praises from the padre.

    'Great Father!'

    'Father of all living beings!'

    These weren't official titles of the Eternal Blazing Sun, yet they were written into the scriptures, frequently mentioned in propaganda and hymns, and genuinely existed!

    The Great Father!

    Lumian looked at Madame Pualis and blurted out, 'Is there something wrong with the Eternal Blazing Sun?'

    Madame Pualis smiled faintly and replied, 'Long ago, fragments of the Primordial God Almighty's consciousness began reviving within Him. For a time, He would even occasionally lose control of Himself.

    'After an extensive period, He finally managed to suppress His alienated self and achieve a fragile balance, which allowed Him to partially harness the power of the Chaos Sea. However, He had to tread carefully and limit the frequency of use. Otherwise, the corruption and alienation would deepen, and the balance would collapse.'

    Madame Pualis smiled brilliantly and asked rhetorically, 'Now you understand why the true birth of Omebella is so significant, don't you?

    'Her true father is the Primordial God Almighty. Her current father is the Eternal Blazing Sun, within whom the consciousness of the Primordial God Almighty has revived.

    'When She was born in essence, the Eternal Blazing Sun, as a symbol of the Primordial God Almighty, will be significantly strengthened. The mystical connection between the two will blend together.

    'With the symbol of the Primordial God Almighty greatly reinforced, do you think the fragile balance the Eternal Blazing Sun has been maintaining can still exist?'

    In the astral world, where abstract concepts and symbolic representations intertwined.

    The radiant, golden Sun, connected to a blazing giant enshrouded in Chaos, suddenly broke off its battle with The Fool.

    He contracted instantly, merging once again with the sacredly glowing golden Sun.

    The Sun's surface abruptly darkened, patches of shadow spreading swiftly to cover half of its 'face.'

    The gigantic golden sun alternated between the form of a handsome, energetic young man with short golden hair draped in a pure white robe, and a blazing, searingly bright fireball.

    The young man's expression grew increasingly distorted, His body half-shrouded in dark shadows seeping from within, gradually dissolving. The dark patches on the terrifying fireball expanded, while the divine radiance diminished.

    Suddenly, behind the golden sun, a silhouette subtly emerged.

    It was a female figure dressed in layered but unadorned pitch-black robes, dotted with what seemed like brilliant stars. From Her ribs and waist extended two pairs of arms covered in short, deep-black fur.

    Evernight Goddess!

    In the Goddess's six hands, two held heavy black scythes, two cradled ancient bird-shaped golden ornaments, and two raised a massive sword seemingly forged from condensed orange-red light, aiming it at the Eternal Blazing Sun.

    The young man with the distorted face in the white robe glanced at the spot where the Evernight Goddess had previously stood and saw a terrifying feathered serpent with massive wings blocking a fissure with its own reflection, maintaining the barrier.

    The feathered serpent could only hold out for a short time, and even then, only because the Evernight Goddess had not yet left the astral world.

    The Eternal Blazing Sun turned toward the Evernight Goddess, asking in excruciating pain, 'When… did you find out?'

    Two of the Evernight Goddess's hands holding the bird-shaped golden ornaments underwent rapid changes, causing an illusory, wide, dark, colorless river to manifest behind Her.

    The river flowed silently, drawing close to the Evernight Goddess.

    'I had some suspicions during the Cataclysm. After obtaining Destined Madness, I fully understood your anomalies.' Evernight Goddess's voice was soft, almost as if She were soothing the Eternal Blazing Sun to sleep.

    Simultaneously, the heavy black scythe and the massive orange-red sword descended upon the Eternal Blazing Sun at an unhurried pace, yet their movement carried the force of the colorless, dark river. The progress of the dark patches spreading across the surface of the golden sun slowed.

    The once-handsome and vibrant Eternal Blazing Sun, Aucuses, began to laugh.

    Struggling to suppress His alienation and natural defensive instincts, He looked earnestly at the Evernight Goddess and pleaded, 'Please kill me.'

    He would rather die as a god than lose Himself and linger on in torment!

    Suddenly, His face contorted again, and the dark patches overtook the sun's surface. An ancient voice seemed to echo from across history: 'If you kill Him, the barrier will lose another support. Can the barrier be kept up?'

    The Evernight Goddess responded without any emotion, 'I just saw you collaborating with the Mother Goddess of Depravity, and you are the strongest Notary.'

    Without hesitation, she brought down the heavy black scythe and the massive orange-red sword.

    The dark, illusory river seemed to flow closer.

    Those awake deep into the night and the strongest beings in the world simultaneously turned their gaze to the sky.

    A blazing, brilliant, pure golden sun rose, illuminating the entire world.

    In the next second, the sun shattered into fragments of divine light tinged with darkness, scattering to various corners of the world.

    It resembled stars falling in a rain-like cascade.

    …

    Fourth Epoch Trier, beside the half-collapsed ostentatious palace.

    Maintaining her smile, Madame Pualis replied, 'The true birth of Omebella holds two additional symbolic significance.

    'First, as the divine offspring of the Primordial God Almighty and the Brood Hive, once She fully enters the real world, will the one who once usurped Her identity be able to bear this fate and maintain even a basic state?'

    …

    In the astral world, where abstract concepts and symbolic representations intertwined.

    Earth Mother Lilith, with Her ample and graceful figure, cradling a baby in Her arms and a faint red moon behind Her head, cast Her gaze upon the crumbling golden sun and the figure wielding the scythe and sword.

    The illusory crimson moon was suddenly drawn toward Her and leaped into Her body.

    Her voluptuous, graceful form cracked instantly, and from the fissures burst forth streams of crimson moonlight.

    'Amanises, let me sleep. In this way, my authority and symbolism can still contribute to the barrier,' Earth Mother Lilith spoke with extreme pain and difficulty.

    The figure of the Evernight Goddess, Amanises, who had just vanquished the Eternal Blazing Sun, vanished as if erased.

    Moments later, She reappeared behind Earth Mother Lilith.

    Almost simultaneously, as the Sun fell, new stars lit up in the sky—red, orange, gold, blue, brown… eight in total.

    Each was colossal, like new suns, descending to the same height as the crimson full moon, exerting immense pressure on the barrier, causing it to audibly crack and fissure.

    The barrier's sustaining power was insufficient.

    Having just completely destroyed the Tree of Shadow, leaving only its roots, and not yet had time to eliminate Suah and Tirié, Mr. Fool raised His head and looked toward the astral world.

    All His bodies disappeared abruptly, reappearing there as a series of symbols and various abstract concepts.

    Some symbols consisted of segments of Pupil-less Eye and Contorted Lines, others were layered doors, and others resembled the hands of a clock.

    The teetering invisible barrier steadied.

    Forsaken Land of the Gods, atop a majestic and stretching mountain range.

    After the darkened sun fell, the darkness here dissipated.

    Beside the enormous cross, Visionary Adam, clad in a simple white robe with a thick golden beard, returned to normal. At His feet was a dense black shadow with five heads, exuding malevolence.

    Both He and His shadow looked ahead, to a realm encompassing all colors and possibilities, simultaneously illusory and real 'sea.'

    From the depths of the Chaos Sea came an ancient voice: 'Come, my child. Merge with me.

    'You are out of time. The apocalypse is nigh. Your only choice is to risk merging with me, then contend for dominance on equal footing.'

    Visionary Adam and the True Creator, Grisha, shifted Their gazes downward, toward the lands outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

    They saw the Northern and Southern continents, cities like Backlund, Trier, Feynapotter, and St. Millom, the awakened people stirred by the Sun's eruption, and the mountains, rivers, and seas.

    They withdrew Their gazes and stepped into that realm of all-encompassing colors.

    They sank beneath its waves.

    …

    Fourth Epoch Trier, beside the half-collapsed Tudor Palace.

    Madame Pualis gazed wistfully at Lumian and Aurore, sighing as she spoke, 'The final important symbolism of Omebella's birth is this:

    'Previously, She was born from the Brood Hive and the Primordial God Almighty. Now, She is born from me, representing the Great Mother, and the padre, symbolizing the Eternal Blazing Sun. Since the Eternal Blazing Sun, as a symbol of the Primordial God Almighty, has been strengthened, the Brood Hive, as a symbol of the Great Mother, will undergo similar changes.

    'Moreover, the Brood Hive and the Great Mother Themselves have an exceptionally tight, nearly unified mystical connection.

    'With such a transformation, what will the Great Mother gain?'

    Lumian did not answer. Following his intuition, he directed his gaze upward to the formless, colorless flames.

    There, the night sky had appeared, and the crimson full moon suddenly brightened.

    Elsewhere in the mirrored world, Franca, who had just shattered the Demoness of Black's true body and her mirrored self, also looked up.

    Across the world, every demigod raised their gaze to the sky.

    The crimson full moon, which had always seemed perched atop a clock tower, suddenly descended without warning, appearing closer, as if just above everyone's rooftops or nestled in the wild treetops.

    A diaphanous, eerie moonlight spread across every corner of the land and sea.

    All was crimson, as if drenched in blood.

    (End of Volume Seven—The Second Law)
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      noooo
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      Wym end of Volume?!???!
      Evernight really stacking up her divine kill count
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        I mean... she is accommodating the symbol of Death. It's only right that she be the one to rack up the kills.
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    Chapter 1114: Omebella


    As soon as Lumian's feet steadied, the head on his left shoulder began to sway from side to side.

    Whether it was the hauntingly beautiful yet morbid face of Cheek or the savage and crazed gaze of Alista Tudor, both seemed perplexed.

    Their consciousness, spirit, personality, and spirituality, blended and tangled amidst the resurrection of the Primordial God Almighty, had become a jumble. Eventually, they separated into yin and yang, left and right, forming a new consciousness and spirit, though still marked distinctly by Cheek and Tudor.

    These were ultimately sealed within the dark-golden peculiar mask of the yet-to-fully-revived Primordial God Almighty, allowing only instincts to seep through, each affecting the respective face.

    Their instinctive reactions seemed to tell Lumian that this place was different from their memories or expectations.

    This was the Blood Palace of Alista Tudor, the site of His ultimate downfall. It should have retained remnants of the leaked power of various sefirot, yet it appeared unusually "clean," with only formless flames burning everywhere and evaporating black pus that perpetually dripped but never dried.

    With the blood-red sigil on his brow protruding, Lumian involuntarily advanced toward the half-collapsed, ostentatious palace. Along the way, the formless and colorless flames parted for him, seemingly welcoming the return of the emperor of this kingdom, the master of this palace. Lumian only had to avoid the dripping black pus as it fell back to the ground.

    Standing at the half-collapsed entrance, Lumian-with three heads-found his path blocked by an area of absolute darkness-so dark that even the concept of depth seemed devoured. He had no choice but tone circle around to the palace's side entrance.

    Clicking his tongue as if mocking Alista Tudor, he muttered, "Utilizing the power of the City of Calamity, the Blood Emperor was ultimately killed by the River of Eternal Darkness. Even His corpse has become different.

    "Sometimes, these forces repel each other to extremes; other times, they fuse. And once they fuse, it spells annihilation, absorbing and neutralizing the nearby remnant powers of other sefirot."

    "Your Majesty the Blood Emperor, are you planning to reclaim your corpse? I'm afraid it will drag you back into the River of Eternal Darkness - no, ultimate annihilation."

    Speaking to himself, Lumian moved toward the palace's side entrance.

    He intended to wait by Alista Tudor's divine corpse, anticipating the arrival of Red Angel Medici.

    That spot would be ideal for him to fight in his current state-half of what Alista Tudor once was, though without a fully "restored" rank.

    When he reached the crumbling side entrance, now narrow enough to squeeze through, Lumian suddenly noticed two corpses standing on either side of the doorway.

    One male and one female, both burned into charred remains by formless flames, stood preserved in their scorched states. Each had a left hand swollen and translucent, its bluish hue marred by yellow-green pus flowing within.

    The veins on their left hands were unnaturally clear, and along with the palm lines, they formed intricate and densely packed symbols and patterns.

    "Left Hand of Decay…

    "Why are the bestowed of the Monarch of Decay placed here as corpse statues?" Lumian murmured, lowering his gaze. As expected, he saw ancient Tudor coins beneath each of the four corpses, with denominations of "2", "7", and "13".

    Lumian's face twitched, a wave of violent and destructive emotions surging within him.

    Summoning a black-flame greatsword in one hand, he prepared to slash at the four corpses.

    Suddenly, a gentle female voice came from nearby:

    "Their purpose is to symbolize one thing: making anything that can go wrong be most likely to go wrong."

    Lumian turned both his heads simultaneously, spotting Madame Pualis, dressed in a black gown. Her subtle brows framed bright brown eyes, her brown hair styled in a high bun.

    In her arms, she cradled a chubby-cheeked, adorably plump infant girl.

    The baby girl no longer appeared ethereal but fully real, tangible, and vivid.

    …

    In the depths of Underground Trier.

    Under the corrosive fog of history, the Tree of Shadow's trunk became increasingly illusory. Its bark and branches began peeling away.

    Though the Tree of Shadow was intimately tied to every human in Trier and could not be completely destroyed, its aura weakened rapidly. The canopy extending above ground receded deeper meter by meter.

    Suah and Tirié struggled with all Their might to hold the line, yet They could not reverse the trend.

    …

    Somewhere in Fourth Epoch Trier

    Louis Gustav watched as the infants on his body dropped to the ground, dying instantly and decaying into rotted corpses.

    0-69 - The Divine Kingdom Without People!

    The undead infants never had the chance to be reborn. Exposed to The Fourth Sun suspended high in the sky, they were instantly purified and vanished.

    Birthing children was not an evil act for the Mother but a sacred one, immune to The Fourth Sun's purification. However, transforming the infants into undead made them susceptible to its power.

    Losing all the infants, the "maternal body" fell with a look of anguish, rapidly disintegrating into a pool of blood and flesh. The flesh writhed as if attempting to reform into a bird's nest.

    But it died mid-reformation, simultaneously decaying and regenerating.

    Holy, radiant sunlight enveloped it.

    …

    Red Angel Medici and part of His metal soldiers landed in a desolate wilderness shrouded in gray-white fog, flickering between reality and illusion.

    In this wilderness, shadowy figures wandered silently, moving slowly toward the edges-to them.

    …

    Seeing Madame Pualis holding the Infant Omebella, Lumian beamed. Lifting the newly condensed Sword of Destruction, he prepared to strike.

    "There's no need to rush. It's been a while since we had a conversation," Madame Pualis said gently. A stretch of wilderness appeared around her, creating distance between herself and Lumian. Her gaze shifted between Lumian's face and Aurore's tightly closed eyes, filled with a trace of sorrow.

    Rumble!

    Amid the booming explosions, her figure appeared on the other side of Paramita. Her tone was soft and soothing.

    "It's pointless. Omebella has truly been born. The anticipated outcome has arrived, and nothing will change now."

    Her maternal voice calmed the fury and madness in Lumian's heart.

    Stopping his attack, Lumian said, "Omebella…"

    He initially wanted to ask when Omebella was born, but a sharp pain in his head brought a sense of spiritual foreboding.

    Instead, he asked, "In the dream city, why didn't you - or rather, the Mother Goddess of Depravity - help the Celestial Worthy? Why let Him fail?"

    Madame Pualis, cradling infant Omebella, smiled and answered, "When I entered the dream city, aside from wanting to see you and Aurore, I had only one goal:

    "To act on behalf of the Great Mother to eliminate any chance for the Celestial Worthy to reverse the situation if such an opportunity arose.

    "However, all of you did an excellent job. You didn't give me that chance."

    "Why?" Lumian asked with a frown.

    Shouldn't balance have been maintained?

    Maintaining her smile, Madame Pualis replied. "After the Hostel incident, the Mother's thoughts changed. She wished for The Fool to prevail.

    This way, The Fool would begin a process of simultaneously opposing and integrating the Celestial Worthy, while also accommodating Sefirah Castle. Such a process would be difficult to disrupt. Facing another crisis, even if The Fool wanted to give up and hand everything to the Celestial Worthy - or if the Celestial Worthy wanted to compromise and assist The Fool in controlling Sefirah Castle - the resulting state wouldn't be easily broken or altered. It would take a long time."

    "Before such a state could fully change, the Lord of Mysteries's power would be at best comparable to that of Grisha Adam during Project Vortex. And even achieving this would require the Celestial Worthy's full cooperation."

    "No matter what abilities such a Lord of Mysteries employs, it's impossible for Him to break through the barrier formed by the mirrored Creator in a short period of time. He can't prevent what's about to happen. The Mother has been anticipating this for a long time."

    Lumian recalled the events that had just transpired and suddenly realized the night's major events were far from over.

    Laughing, he said, "So, even you don't trust the Celestial Worthy to honor His promises after fully awakening?"

    "No one would trust a Great Old One that symbolizes deceit, Madame Pualis replied gently, rocking the baby in her arms as if coaxing Omebella back to sleep.

    Lumian glanced at Omebella and asked, "When was She truly born?

    "And what will Her birth bring?"

    With a soft smile, Madame Pualis answered, "After you were dragged into the special mirror world."

    She explained with a smile, "Calamity needs to stay away from the mother. But have you ever considered- you're not the calamity, but the Mother - the one who gave birth to Omebella."

    "The great terror in the special mirror world came from the fusion of the two pathways of Calamity, so it naturally symbolizes calamity?" Lumian suddenly understood the true meaning behind Mr. Fool's revelation.

    This was a fate even great existences couldn't fully grasp.

    Madame Pualis gazed wistfully at Aurore, sighed, and said, "That's one interpretation. But there's a deeper reason."

    She turned to Lumian, her brown eyes deep, and asked, "Have you noticed? Tudor and Cheek's twins are also a boy and a girl, an elder sister and a younger brother."

    An elder sister and younger brother… Yes, Krismona and the Demoness of Gray Judith were once siblings! Lumian was suddenly struck by a deep sense of foreboding.

    Madame Pualis smiled again and said, "For true gods of the Hunter and Demoness pathways, it's normal for twins to be a boy and a girl. Anything else would be unusual. But why elder sister and younger brother, and not elder brother and younger sister?"

    "Because They're also a reflection of Omebella and Zedus in some way.

    "As for why…" Madame Pualis glanced down at the baby in her arms and smiled. "Omebella is far older than you think.

    "She and Zedus were born in the mid-First Epoch. At that time, Giant King Aurmir was still a purely mad demigod-level monster.

    "Their mother, strictly speaking, wasn't the Great Mother, but the Brood Hive ripped off from the Great Mother. When the Brood Hive was still within the Great Mother, Omebella and Zedus had yet to gestate.

    "More importantly, Their father - Their true father - the one who fathered them with the Brood Hive.

    "Guess who He is?"

    …

    In Madam Justice Audrey's dream.

    The ancient dragon, Edefana, gazed at Madam Magician and Madam Justice, His voice buzzing as He said, "I can offer you one more piece of critical intelligence, originating from the mid-First Epoch."

    Both Madam Magician and Madam Justice tensed inexplicably.

    In a tone dripping with resentment and hatred, Edefana said, "The mother of Giant Queen Omebella is the Brood Hive currently sealed in the Western Continent.

    "Her father is:

    "The Primordial God Almighty!"
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      Unlucky Morpheus
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      more like the primordial freak almighty
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      ПОЧЕМУ ЭТОТ БОГ ВСЕМОГУЩИЙ СВЯЗАН СО ВСЁМ СЕКСОМ В ЕБАННОЙ ВСЕЛЕННОЙ?!?! ПОЧЕМУ У НЕГО ТАК ДОх**нА СВЯЗЕЙ С ПУТЯМИ, КОТОРЫЕ ЕМУ НЕ ПРИНАДЛЕЖАТ frost
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        He is the father of everything, just as MGOD is the mother of everything
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        Excuse me, no offense, but you didn't read the novel, did you? Because if you had, you would know that both the Primordial God Almighty and the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings accommodate more than one sefirah. That’s why They are connected and have authority over pathways that originally didn’t belong to Them.
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      Mystical family connections can be understood. But where are the spiritual beings?
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      so He envisioned that the Brood Hive as a giant pu$$y. peepo012 peepo007
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        Now I can't help but envisioned Brood Hive as a Giant Pu$$y, Thank You!.
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    Chapter 1113: A Long Struggle with Myself


    The enormous luminous figure wrapped in chaos remained tethered to the blazing golden sun, never breaking free.

    "It" was firmly restrained, like the hidden impulses and madness buried deep within many hearts-though present and impossible to ignore, they remained confined under the dam of reason and humanity in normal circumstances.

    Moreover, the chaotic luminous figure formed from the sun's dark patches descended from the astral world into the depths of the special mirror world without impacting the blazing golden sun's efforts to maintain the invisible barrier against the crimson round moon.

    Instead, the sun burned brighter, more intensely, and with greater sanctity.

    At this moment, abstract concepts representing "gaze" and "observation" emerged within the astral world, all directed at the radiant golden sun.

    The sun, illuminating the astral world and the entire world, remained unmoved, as if silently responding: Once, I betrayed myself.

    Later, I spent over two millennia wrestling and contending with another version of myself. Finally, I achieved a temporary victory, reached a balance, and made Him serve me, while I remained who I am.

    Now, I am betting everything.

    Letting my allies become the Origins of Disaster, the Calamity of Destruction is my only chance to secure ultimate victory and avert the apocalypse!

    Whether or not this succeeds, whether or not it leads to a tragic end, I will give it my all.

    I would rather break than yield!

    The colossal luminous figure cloaked in chaos enveloped all of The Fool's manifestations in the special mirror world, relentlessly pursuing His Blinking, preventing him from approaching Lumian at the speed of light and with immense energy.

    One was manipulated, misled. One was Fooled, Grafted. Neither had any attention to spare for Lumian.

    On the other side of the special mirror world, the Primordial Demoness retreated, Her black hair still thrashing in the air like a writhing cluster of serpents. Her breathtakingly beautiful face twisted into a new allure that had yet to fully unfold, still resisting some invisible force.

    Nearby, the mirrored Empress Roselle silently watched, refraining from intervening.

    She could not defy the will of the mirrored Creator, also known as the Primordial Demoness, Cheek. She could only hope the ensuing catastrophe would not lead to the complete collapse and destruction of the special mirror world.

    For Her, unable to leave this place yet, such an outcome would be a death sentence.

    As for Zaratul, who had previously hidden here, He had already fled, returning to Castle Dylan.

    Lumian felt a surge of violent, cruel, twisted, and pathological thoughts emanating from the left side of his body. Like a relentless tsunami, they battered his mind and will, attempting to complete his assimilation.

    From his right side came deathly silence, sadness, pain, and despair-emotions just as overwhelming and now spilling over into his consciousness.

    These conflicting forces resonated with Lumian's current state to varying degrees, on the verge of blending into one another and bringing about the inevitable descent into complete madness.

    In his blurred vision, silhouettes flashed by, beams of light flared up and dimmed again, all becoming indistinct.

    Suddenly, a voice switching between near and far echoed in his ears: "My wish is:

    "Lumian Lee can maintain moments of clarity, rationality, and humanity each day."

    Destiny was sealed; madness was unavoidable. Even a Miracle Invoker could not fully reverse it. The only option was to exploit loopholes and lower the difficulty of the wish, allowing Lumian to oscillate between madness and clarity.

    Nothing dictated that inevitable madness precluded occasional moments of lucidity!

    As for how "occasional" was defined, that would be left to Fooling and Error to decide.

    Lumian's blurry vision suddenly sharpened. The pain and fury still wrecked his body, but his thoughts and perceptions were no longer clouded.

    He saw a vast array of figurines materialize ahead of him. Each wore uniquely colored metal armor, their faces sculpted with uncanny precision, Towering over ten meters tall, they marched in formation like a vast army.

    Lumian also saw the figurines encircling Red Angel Medici. The King of Angels had revealed His Mythical Creature form, composed of deep violet, almost blood-colored, nearly invisible flames, steel-like bones, complex terrifying symbols, and bloodstained black armor.

    Between His brow, a blood-red sigil shaped like a banner was prominently raised, vivid and dripping.

    Medici had completed His sacrificial ritual in advance, summoning the aid of the essence of war.

    The head on Lumian's left shoulder, adorned with the bizarre dark-golden mask, suddenly turned. The face resembling Alista Tudor now directly faced Medici.

    The blood-red sigil between the brows of this face similarly protruded, surrounded by indescribable dark symbols that seemed to herald ultimate chaos.

    He sneered with disdain and mockery, as if saying to Medici: "You coward, fancy seeing you here. Ready to be devoured by me again?"

    Lumian then fully manifested his Mythical Creature form and drew a simple longsword from the Traveler's Bag that had fallen to the ground, untouched by prior chaos.

    The longsword rapidly enlarged, matching his towering frame of over thirty meters.

    It ignited with black flames, embodying destruction and madness.

    Medici raised His own flaming greatsword. The two fiery giants clashed with a resounding boom.

    Almost simultaneously, the soldiers of the Red of War legion raised their arms, leaning back slightly.

    Their eyes burned iron-black, reflecting the pale markings on Lumian's body. In their hands, spears of deep violet, almost blood-colored, flames materialized.

    They could simultaneously share all of Red Angel Medici's abilities and spirituality!

    Swooshl Swoosh! Swoosh!

    While Medici intercepted Lumian, a forest of flame-spears shot out, dense enough to obscure the sky.

    Each spear targeted the vulnerable points on Lumian's body.

    The masked head on Lumian's left shoulder turned once more.

    This time, the maternal and radiant face of the Demoness of Apocalypse, Cheek, faced Red Angel Medici.

    The face smiled sweetly, causing Medici's movements to slow slightly, and the deluge of blood-colored flame-spears to falter, as if held back by reluctance.

    Next, Lumian's body grew illusory and layered, like projections from countless mirrors.

    Rumble!

    Countless flame-spears pierced through his body, triggering violent explosions that annihilated every projection in an instant.

    Lumian's figure reemerged on the other side.

    Red Angel Medici gave him no respite, transforming into a blazing comet of deep violet, blood-like flames, hurtling toward Lumian in a flash.

    The soldiers of the Red of War legion followed suit, turning into similar flaming comets, roaring down from every direction with unstoppable force, using area-of-effect attacks to bypass the interference of the Fog of War.

    As a King of Angels, Medici enabled His soldiers to share His rank. In this moment, it was as if nearly a hundred Red Angels were simultaneously attacking Lumian.

    This was one of Medici's most potent abilities. Its only drawback was the massive expenditure of spirituality.

    Effectively, it compressed what could have been a prolonged battle into a single, overwhelming burst, trading time for spatial dominance.

    As an ancient, King of Angels, Medici knew that the Eternal Blazing Sun could not delay much longer. Victory had to be swift, so He began with an all-or-nothing gambit.

    Outside the special mirror world, Amon, wearing a monocle and pointed soft hat, took no further action, playing the role of a true spectator.

    Neither obstructing nor aiding.

    His expression remained unchanged as He bit into a red apple He had somehow stolen.

    Faced with the flaming comets descending from every direction, Lumian did not retreat. His eyes burned with madness and battle lust.

    He growled, for the second time today, invoking the aid of the City of Calamity.

    The iron-black bones interwoven into his body and etched with complex symbols and patterns suddenly developed fine cracks. The violet-red flames roaring over them deepened in hue, taking on a bloodier shade.

    Clad in pitch-black armor marred with bloodstains, he ignored the other fiery comets and locked onto the one transformed from Red Angel Medici, swinging his increasingly immense and terrifying Sword of Destruction.

    Boom!

    Deep violet and crimson flames scattered in all directions, forming a storm that engulfed the surroundings.

    The explosion, imbued with destructive energy, left visible cracks in the depths of the special mirror world, rendering it precariously close to shattering.

    Amid the rolling flames, the figure of Red Angel Medici emerged, a deep wound carved across His chest and abdomen, from which flowed flames so dark that even their depth seemed erased.

    Lumian was in an even more dire state. His bloodstained black armor was tattered, and the iron- black bones intertwined with intricate patterns and symbols were heavily damaged and fractured. The deep purple, blood-hued flames barely clung to him, a faint layer that seemed ready to be extinguished by a passing breeze.

    Shards of glass were scattered around him, remnants of his mirror self, which had suffered devastating destruction.

    Lumian grinned, his smile bold and unrestrained.

    He suddenly plunged the battered Sword of Destruction into the ground.

    The already strained area collapsed with a thunderous crash, disintegrating entirely.

    As the region crumbled, Lumian plunged into the chaotic flow of time and space, descending into darkness.

    With his body undergoing new birth, he waved at the similarly falling Medici and the Red of War legion, his smile seemingly asking, "Care to join me? In the chaos of time and space, teams tend to get scattered, you know."

    The Red Angel whistled in response, as if to say, "I can handle this on my own."

    The two had no time for further interaction. The silent, perilous storm of space-time swept in, separating them instantly.

    Lumian plummeted downward at great speed, using his Teleportation ability to evade the most dangerous zones.

    He could no longer sense the outside world and had no means of escaping this place directly.

    In a blink of an eye-or perhaps longer-Lumian landed before a massive, half-collapsed palace ablaze with invisible and colorless flames.

    The depths of the special mirror world led to Fourth Epoch Trier.
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      20 chapters ago our MC become an Angel and was having fun sex life with Jenna and Franca, now one of his lover is dead and he had gone mad with only few minutes of rationality each day fighting Red Angel in all out war.
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        TempestUknow
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        A price is always exacted for what fate bestows
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          It's kinda fill rush, I was expecting some big ass war going on, Lumian and Medici keep conspiring against each other and finally Medici making a mistake, now suddenly Jenna dead, Lumian mad with few minutes of rationality just randomly fighting Medici in death battle.
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            That's how it feels when so many sequence 0 and above are participating in a war
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    LMAOOO #Максим Довбняк#

    All pirate sites ripped their chapters from here so fast before the last correction I made (unless you read the raw no one could know the missing lines; btw the translator has been pinged so wn will fix this later)

    Now everyone will read the missing line version whoknows
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      wish Pirates pirating pirates, you'd love to see it wish
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    #panic#
    replace

    "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."

    with

    "He had two goals today. One was to suppress any signs of Primordial God Almighty's resurrection otherwise the balance that the "Eternal Blazing Sun" had finally achieved would be broken, and second was to cull Lumian Lee, securing ultimate victory in the battle for 0-01."


    the official tl missed these today translating from qidian
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      Thank you! peepo009
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      It turns out that the Almighty and Omniscient God has awakened in the Eternally Blazing Sun.
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        Tимофей Кыркелан
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        Because He used part of the honorific ASG in His name.
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