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Chapter 1126: The Future
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As Naboredisley departed, Franca descended from the second floor, immediately asking Lumian, "What did He want from you?"

"Self-preservation," Lumian replied succinctly.

Franca's thoughts raced as she speculated aloud, "You're not connected to either the Abyss or the Chained pathways. How could He use you to save Himself?"

"By leveraging my deep secret deed with the peak powers of the Calamity pathways," Lumian answered, the central head on his shoulders smiling. "Don't ask for details."

"I get it. I'm not an Angel yet," Franca quipped, self- mocking.

Looking at Lumian, she mumbled, "Honestly, do I really have to wait for the final showdown to find the opportunity to complete the ritual to advance as a Demoness of Catastrophe?

"No alternatives in the meantime?"

Lumian considered this seriously before answering. "The advancement ritual is to 'create a disaster that affects an entire continent as a participant and advance amidst it.' The word 'participant' means you don't need to be the instigator-contributing to a small part of the disaster is enough. 'Affecting an entire continent' is a vague description. Continents vary in size, population, and significance. What kind of continent would fulfill the requirements?

"My personal understanding is that this equates to 'a disaster with a wide-reaching impact, involving hundreds of cities or settlements, and causing significant damage.'

"From that perspective, there's an upcoming disaster that fits the criteria."

Franca's eyes lit up. "What disaster?"

She immediately followed up, "Is it related to your plans against the Primordial Demoness?"

Lumian nodded. "Yes. We're about to bring a disaster to the Demoness Sect. This will take place outside the protected zones. If I succeed, it will inevitably involve the fall of the Primordial Demoness.

"As you've seen, the fall of the Eternal Blazing Sun had global repercussions. Many witnessed it firsthand. Even now, there's no sun in the World of Ruins; the rebirth forces of the Great Mother maintain nature's cycle. Referring to that example, if the Primordial Demoness perishes, it's highly likely to trigger a disaster that affects the entire world, which would fulfill the ritual's requirements.

"After all, the protected zones have the power of two existences to block the disaster. The Western Continent is sealed off by the Celestial Worthy, and the living beings still active in the World of Ruins are either the Mother's followers or outcasts like cultists and high-ranking members of the Demoness Sect. It's fitting for them to suffer."

"Hmm, my fight against the Demoness of Black and other Saint-level witches qualifies me as a participant," Franca agreed, then self-deprecatingly added, "A few years ago, when I first became a Witch, I never imagined that my advancement ritual would involve the fall of the Primordial Demoness..."

Back when she'd just become a Witch - or even when she became Unaging - she wouldn't have dared to think this far.

Lumian continued, "Let's go visit Ma'am Hermit."

…

The deep blue sea stretched out as the crimson moon replaced the setting sun, bringing darkness in its wake.

The Future-flagship of the Queen of Stars, Cattleya - sailed silently across the waves, as if in slumber.

As Lumian and Franca's figures emerged on the deck, a sailor approached with a bright smile, saying, "The captain asked me to bring you to her quarters."

"She foresaw our arrival?" Franca asked in surprise, glancing at the dark gold mask on the head over Lumian's left shoulder.

Wasn't it said that true gods and most great existences couldn't foresee this head's actions?

The sailor, still smiling, responded to Franca's question.

"The captain foresaw your arrival."

Fine, that's on me... Franca muttered inwardly.

Only then did she notice something peculiar about the sailor: a massive, red-and-white mushroom grew on his head, large enough to serve as an umbrella. The mushroom's roots seemed to pierce into his scalp and skull, while two tentacle-like appendages dangled from the mushroom, resting on the sailor's shoulders.

Suddenly, a name flashed through Franca's mind: Li Keji!

No, in the outside world, he was respectfully known as the Great Druid Frank Lee!

"Is that the latest type of mushroom?" Lumian asked, pointing to the sailor's head as they followed him toward the cabins.

The sailor beamed. "Yes, its tendrils can extract moisture from the air and turn it into milk. It can even continuously fish to provide protein.

"It's in symbiosis with me now, supplementing my body as needed."

As he spoke, the mushroom's cap and stem extended their tendrils outward into the air.

At the same time, the sailor grabbed one of the tentacle-like appendages draped over his shoulder and stuffed it into his mouth, sucking enthusiastically.

Milk trickled from the corner of his mouth, only to be reabsorbed by the tendrils.

"See? This way, I'll never go thirsty. No matter where I am, I'll never go thirsty! Haha, I'll never go thirsty!" The sailor laughed spiritedly.

Damn, has he been corrupted by Frank Lee, or has he been mutated by the Great Mother? Franca suddenly began to understand why Bella, who cared for Jenna's brother, was so terrified of being sent back to the Future.

Following the sailor, they entered the cabin. As they passed the staircase to the lower levels, he suddenly lowered his voice and spoke in a secretive, fearful tone, "Never go down there."

Franca nodded quickly, taking his advice without question.

When they reached the captain's quarters, the sailor knocked, waited for permission, and then opened the door, gesturing for them to enter.

Lumian and Franca walked in side by side. Standing by the window, dressed in a black warlock's robe and wearing thick glasses, Ma'am Hermit Cattleya greeted them with a gentle smile and a nod, "Good evening, Mr. Chariot, Ms. Two of Cups."

"Good evening, Ma'am Hermit," Lumian and Franca replied politely.

Franca glanced at the now-closed door to the captain's quarters and hesitantly asked.

"Ma'am, shouldn't you address the mushroom experiments being conducted on crew members? That sailor wasn't a criminal or a prisoner of war-he was a legitimate sailor."

The Hermit Cattleya paused for a moment before explaining, "In reality, it isn't so. What you saw was an illusion.

"An illusion?" Franca asked in surprise.

"In the protected zone, certain wild, unrestrained ideas can influence those nearby, creating surface-level abnormalities. In reality, that sailor doesn't have a mushroom growing on his head," Ma'am Hermit explained before adding. "Even for criminals and prisoners of war, unless they're beyond redemption, I don't let Frank experiment on them. At most, they're required to observe his experiments periodically."

Well done! Franca wanted to applaud Ma'am Hermit.

Understanding the nature of the protected zones, she found it easy to grasp Ma'am Hermit's explanation.

With a smile, Lumian said, "Ma'am, I'd like you to use Cheek's face on my left shoulder to divine Her whereabouts."

"Alright." Ma'am Hermit didn't ask further, removing her heavy glasses.

She was already a Sequence 2 Sage.

In the early months after the protected zones were established, frequent disasters involving high-level powers occurred. Demigods were stretched thin trying to manage them. Most were resolved by Amon, while others were stopped by Archangels and Angels, or delayed until reinforcements arrived.

These conditions had given Cattleya the opportunity to complete her ritual.

She wasn't particularly happy about it-she would have preferred no such opportunity, for humanity to continue living normal lives outside the protected zones.

The Hermit Cattleya's gaze shifted to the head on Lumian's left shoulder, but she didn't dare linger on the face adorned with the dark gold mask.

The head on Lumian's left shoulder turned towards The Hermit Cattleya, radiating maternal radiance. Cheek's beautiful and exquisite face beamed with anticipation.

The Hermit Cattleya's deep-purple, nearly black eyes turned abyssal, unfocused.

Faint images flashed within the mercury-colored rivers appearing and vanishing.

She abruptly tilted her head back as blood trickled from the corners of her eyes.

In a distant, detached tone, she said, "I see you fighting Cheek in the primeval rainforest of the Southern Continent."

"Thank you," Lumian said earnestly.

He then said, "I'd also like you to contact Queen Mystic. I'd like her to perform a divination as well."

"Alright," The Hermit Cattleya agreed, wiping the blood from her eyes. However, she asked in confusion, "Why did you ask me to divine?"

Wouldn't it have sufficed to go directly to the Queen?

Lumian chuckled.

"For one, different people may see different visions during divination. By comparing them, we might glean additional information. Second, this helps you digest the Sage potion. If your divination ultimately leads to the fall of a Calamity-representing evil god, wouldn't that perfectly embody the essence of a Sage?"

Ma'am Hermit remained silent for a couple of seconds before replying, "I'll contact the Queen soon to arrange a time and place, then inform you."

"Alright, thank you." Lumian and Franca vanished from the captain's quarters.

After watching them leave, The Hermit Cattleya didn't immediately put her heavy glasses back on. Instead, she gazed out at the deck.

Gradually, the deck, the cabin, and the entire ship became illusory in her vision, fading rapidly. The surrounding deep-blue, near-black seawater also lost its color, revealing a murky quality.

Within the murkiness, tens of thousands of overlapping human figures formed a massive sphere. Among them were the sailor from earlier and Cattleya herself, all with their eyes closed.

Many similar human spheres floated densely in the depths of the murkiness.

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    The Star Leonard looked back at Madam Judgment, slightly surprised as he asked, 'You're not switching to the Black Emperor pathway?'

    Switching pathways could grant unique, hybrid, and sometimes bizarre Beyonder powers. Though the rituals might have hidden requirements and associated risks, theoretically, such individuals were harder to deal with than Beyonders who stayed on a single pathway to its peak.

    Judgment Xio spoke calmly, 'If there's no other option, I will switch to the Black Emperor pathway. But as long as there's a possibility to continue on the Justiciar pathway, I would prefer to pursue that.'

    She paused, adding, 'I personally aspire to establish orders that align with the morality of the times and devote myself fully to maintaining them while constantly adjusting and refining them based on reality's feedback.

    'Once order becomes rigid, it inevitably falls into shadow.'

    The Star Leonard nodded in agreement, saying, 'I'm willing to make the trade.'

    To him, Solomon's Mask and the Pillar of Severity were essentially equivalent—they were items meant to be handed in, traded for the Sequence 2 Servant of Concealment Beyonder characteristic of the Darkness pathway.

    If there wasn't an opening for a Servant of Concealment, he was already prepared to switch to Sequence 2 of one of the neighboring pathways—the Death pathway's Death Consul or the Giant pathway's Glory.

    After Leonard and Xio completed their exchange of the two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, Mr. Fool, seated at the head of the bronze table, turned to The Hanged Man Alger. In a warm tone, he said, 'The Book of Calamity task cannot currently be completed due to the premature descent of the crimson moon. You will need to wait until the moment the apocalypse arrives. If you do not wish to wait and prefer to ascend to angelhood sooner, I can assist you by using The Setting Sun Rooster to trade for the Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristic and supplementary ingredients from the Sun, White Tower, or Tyrant pathways.'

    White Tower was the Sequence 0 of the Reader pathway, corresponding to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

    The Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristic of this pathway and the Tyrant pathway might no longer exist within their respective Churches but could still be found as Sealed Artifacts in other Churches.

    The Sun pathway's Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristics were relatively more abundant, partly due to the fall of the Eternal Blazing Sun and partly because not every Sequence 3 Justice Mentor in the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun fulfilled the conditions for advancement.

    In the past few months, Saint Viève and Saint Lutique, two senior Sun Chasers, had each successfully advanced after Mr. Fool returned two Sequence 1 White Angel Beyonder characteristics.

    Mr. Fool continued, 'You can also consider switching to the Secrets Supplicant pathway. The Setting Sun Rooster, originating from the fall of the Ancient Sun God, carries the Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristic Profane Presbyter tainted by the Sun's power. I can purify the corresponding corruption for you.

    'Take your time to consider carefully before deciding.'

    The Hanged Man Alger fell silent, seemingly torn and hesitant.

    After a dozen seconds, he suddenly chuckled. 'Honorable Mr. Fool, I wish to become a Profane Presbyter.'

    The Sun Derrick looked at Mr. Hanged Man in astonishment, utterly baffled by his choice.

    He believed that the White Tower pathway's Sequence 2 Wisdom Angel or the Tyrant pathway's Sequence 2 Calamity would suit Alger better, especially the former.

    Alger smiled faintly and said in a low voice, 'This pathway is more adaptable in actual combat and better suited to handling various situations.'

    He then added in a self-deprecating tone, 'By choosing this, my Hanged Man card becomes even more fitting. Perhaps this is fate—one always returns to the card they once chose.'

    Hearing this, Madam Magician, who had deep knowledge of Tarot cards, was suddenly reminded of a phrase: 'The Hanged Man represents downfall, selfishness, as well as endurance, sacrifice, and dedication.'

    Seeing that The Hanged Man Alger had made his decision, Mr. Fool did not offer further advice.

    'After the gathering, I will provide the ritual. Once you're prepared, pray to me to shatter the characteristic, purify the corruption, and supply the supplementary ingredients.'

    'Yes, Mr. Fool.' Alger was both elated and burdened with a sense of responsibility.

    As the current Sea God and a legendary adventurer perpetually roaming the seas, he had long since digested his Sea King potion.

    The Chariot Lumian straightened his posture and said, 'Mr. Fool, I will supply the supplementary ingredients. Just provide me with the corresponding knowledge, and I can envision them out of thin air.'

    He was unsure whether Mr. Fool had access to the supplementary ingredients for Profane Presbyter or could summon them from the historical fog for temporary use, so he proactively offered to handle it.

    'Very well.' Shrouded in gray fog, Mr. Fool nodded slightly.

    After discussing this matter, The Moon Emlyn glanced around the room and hesitated before saying, 'Your potions are either fully digested, were digested during this operation, or you've found ways to expedite digestion. However, my High Summoner is still lacking. Advancing quickly would require taking risks. Do you have any suggestions?'

    Before any other Major Arcana card holders could respond, The Chariot Lumian smiled and said, 'That's simple.

    'After the gathering, set up a ritual and summon me. I will respond.'

    Wh— Mr. Moon Emlyn was momentarily stunned.

    Of course! This individual is a dual-pathway true god, possessing unique traits…

    If a High Summoner could complete such a high-level summoning and succeed, their remaining potion would undoubtedly be fully digested.

    'Thank you.' The Moon Emlyn was not particularly adept at communication and could only express his gratitude in the simplest terms.

    After further exchanges, Mr. Fool gently tapped the edge of the bronze table.

    Once all the Major Arcana card holders turned their attention to him, he spoke in a warm but emotional tone, 'This operation was a success. Though many high-ranking Demonesses were not truly killed, the destruction and reformation of the mirror world left their numbers dwindling. Their relics may have been inherited by the Demoness of Cyan trio, but they will no longer impact future developments.

    'Everyone, the final moment is approaching. We have about a month left to make all necessary preparations. Make the most of it.

    'I hope that after the apocalypse, no one will be absent from the next Tarot Gathering.'

    Hearing this, Justice Audrey felt a complex surge of emotions.

    She stood up and, alongside the other Major Arcana card holders, curtsied. 'Yes, Mr. Fool.'

    …

    Returning to the real world, Lumian descended the stairs into the small living room.

    He glanced at Franca and casually asked, 'Where's Anthony?'

    'In the kitchen, helping Ludwig,' Franca replied, glancing toward the living room entrance before lowering her voice. 'You can tell me about the knowledge of great existences now, right?'

    Lumian briefly explained the Great Old Dominators such as Mother Goddess of Depravity and Circle of Inevitability, who were Above the Sequences, and Their goals. He also introduced the situation regarding the sefirot and updated Franca on the Mother Goddess of Depravity's current activities.

    Franca listened in shock, murmuring, 'Isn't the number of great existences a little too many…'

    She then looked toward the faces of Cheek and Tudor on Lumian's left shoulder.

    'They're truly mad…'

    She now had a deeper understanding of the monumental risk Primordial Demoness Cheek had taken with Her grand plan.

    If She had failed, She would have dragged the entire planet—and perhaps the universe—down with Her!

    Cheek's face couldn't speak but lifted Her chin proudly, while Tudor's face refused to react.

    Lumian sneered and shifted the topic to other knowledge about Above the Sequences.

    After listening intently, Franca sighed. 'So we had our Spirit Bodies extracted and hung up in Sefirah Castle, avoiding the end of the world when the Oldest One awoke, as well as the later struggles between God Almighty and the Celestial Worthy…'

    As she spoke, her thoughts wandered. 'Most of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society have no idea about the truth or that the Northern and Southern Continents are already destroyed.

    'That's probably for the best—let them greet the apocalypse with joy…'

    The Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society's members had mostly survived the crimson moon disaster because the one the Aurora Order believed in had shielded them in time.

    This was why Franca had complicated feelings about that individual. She knew that Jenna's death and Lumian's ordeals were connected to Him. Yet, He had indeed protected the world, including her and her friends.

    Thus, she had never brought up the idea of revenge—not because she didn't harbor resentment, but because she couldn't voice it. When she heard Lumian had punched Him twice, she felt both stunned and amused.

    After a few seconds, Franca exhaled slowly and said, 'If we survive the apocalypse, I want to travel to the Western Continent and live there for a while.'

    As she spoke, she smiled warmly and sincerely invited Lumian, Aurore, and Jenna.

    'Would you like to come along? I'll explain and introduce everything to you. I'll be your guide.'

    Lumian's expression softened gradually. He glanced at the head on his right shoulder and smiled as he said, 'Aurore can explain and introduce things too.'

    'Deal!' Franca beamed and extended her right hand, giving Lumian a high-five.

    She found pinky promises too childish; a high-five suited her much better.

    At that moment, Ludwig entered the living room, chewing on a steak.

    'What are you doing here?' Franca asked, slightly surprised.

    You haven't even finished your meal yet…

    'I called him here,' Lumian explained with a smile.

    Why would Lumian need Ludwig at this moment? Was it mealtime? Franca was puzzled.

    For the past year, Lumian had used his unique abilities to take Ludwig out of the protected zone daily to feast on the oceans of the World of Ruins, just as Franca accompanied Lumian into the ruins to let him lose control and vent his madness every day.

    Seeing Ludwig also looking at him curiously, Lumian retrieved an item from his divine kingdom.

    It was a three-tiered silver-black jewelry box encrusted with countless gemstones—Box of the Great Old Ones!
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    As rays of light rose and solidified into various figures, each completing their greeting to Mr. Fool, the central head of Lumian scanned the room and said, 'Thank you all for your help. At the moment, I only possess the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture as an Angel-level item, so I can't provide equivalent compensation for everyone. However, if there's anything you need from me in the future, just let me know.'

    Hearing the second half of this statement, The Hanged Man Alger was momentarily stunned before realizing something critical: This was a promise.

    And this promise was worth more than any Grade 0 Sealed Artifact!

    After all, Lumian was now a dual Sequence 0 true god. The help promised by a true god surpassed the value of any Grade 0 Sealed Artifact!

    Little do I know, a Tarot Club member has already turned into a true god… The Hanged Man Alger found his thoughts adrift.

    When the Tarot Club was first established, he had harbored doubts, excitement, and fantasies but had never imagined witnessing a scene like this.

    In the brief silence that followed, Madam Justice, Mr. Star, and the others similarly came to grips with the fact that Mr. Chariot was now both the Red Priest and the Chaos Demoness—a dual-pathway true god poised to become a great existence!

    Not even the Rose Redemption of the past had members of such caliber… This sentiment emerged simultaneously in the hearts of Madam Magician and Ma'am Hermit, both well-versed in ancient history.

    The Rose Redemption had been a secret organization of the Third Epoch, with members ranging from a true god to Kings of Angels.

    Mr. Hanged Man glanced at Mr. Sun and Madam Judgment, then smiled at Lumian. 'My spoils of war are my compensation. Besides, it was my duty. The help I provided was actually quite limited.'

    This was true. Most of what they had done was of little significance in Lumian's battle against the Primordial Demoness. For Sequence 3 Saints wielding Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, directly intervening in such a contest would have been suicidal. Even true Angels could only contribute meaningfully when the Primordial Demoness briefly descended to the level of a King of Angels.

    In other words, those who truly aided Lumian were Madam Magician and Madam Justice, who intercepted the Demonesses of Gray and Yellow; the Angel of Time, the Angel of the Holy Spirit, and Ma'am Hermit, who held off the Abomination siblings; the Evernight Goddess's divine descent, which delayed the Primordial Demoness long enough for Amon to finish stealing a wish; and Amon Himself, who transported miracles and enacted direct salvation.

    The other Major Arcana card holders had three primary objectives for participating in this operation:

    To eliminate as many high-ranking Demonesses as possible and seize their potent Sealed Artifacts to prevent them, unprotected after the Primordial Demoness's fall, from defecting to the Mother Goddess of Depravity or succumbing to the crimson moonlight, gradually losing control and become a latent problem.

    To claim spoils of war and grow stronger. Although cruel, the reality was that the more Angels and Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts in the protected zones, the more prepared they would be to confront anomalies—and perhaps even safeguard more of humanity when the apocalypse truly arrived.

    To assist Franca in bringing a catastrophe upon the Demoness Sect. Without such help, surviving alone would have been a miracle for her.

    The Hanged Man Alger believed Lumian's gratitude was primarily directed at the third point. Hence, he did not downplay his contributions but merely clarified their limited scope—especially since The Sun Derrick, Judgment Xio, and even the more significant contributors like Justice, The Magician, and The Hermit had not yet received spoils of war. He could not speak for them.

    The Sun Derrick nodded and said, 'Finding and adhering to my core justice is compensation enough for me.'

    The Chariot Lumian did not argue, only smiling in return. 'Perhaps I can assist with your advancement ritual.'

    Though Lumian had never personally seen any Blasphemy Slate or held the Cards of Blasphemy's Sun card, as a true god of the Demoness pathway with the unique chaos vortex face, he could intuitively sense that the Sun pathway's Sequence 2 Sun Chaser (or Lightseeker) advancement ritual involved the sun in either a mystical or real-world sense.

    The Sun Derrick was silent for two seconds before choosing not to modestly decline.

    In the current situation, this was the justice he needed to uphold.

    Lumian then turned to Madam Temperance Sharron.

    'I made a promise to Naboredisley—the former Devil Monarch Farbauti. Once I fulfill it, He will ensure His Abomination avatar perishes and transfer the Beyonder characteristic to me.

    'When the time comes, I would like to exchange that characteristic for the Calamity of Crimson in your possession.'

    The name 'Calamity of Crimson' came from the consciousness of Cheek's face.

    Trading a Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic for a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact corresponding to a Sequence 2 Demoness of Catastrophe was obviously unequal. However, Sharron knew that the Abomination Beyonder characteristic was a reward for her teacher, the Angel of the Holy Spirit, Reinette Tinekerr. The Sequence 2 Ancient Bane extracted from it would ultimately belong to her. The exchange for the Calamity of Crimson was effectively an intermediary step.

    Sharon picked up a manifested pen, quickly wrote her answer on paper, and raised it: 'No problem.'

    Lumian nodded before addressing Mr. Sun again, 'Once I obtain the Calamity of Crimson, I'd like to exchange it with the New City of Silver for the Sealed Artifact, Gift of the Land. I may need it in the future.'

    The Sealed Artifact—Gift of the Land—originated from Omebella's remains and was considered a high-risk item. If not for the Church of The Fool's headquarters being located in the New City of Silver and Mr. Fool's constant attention, the six-member council would have long struggled with how to handle it. Now, Lumian had provided them with an opportunity.

    The Sun Derrick was initially tempted but soon felt reluctant.

    Though the Gift of the Land had brought great suffering to the City of Silver, it was also what allowed them to endure over two thousand years of darkness and despair, finally awaiting Mr. Fool's salvation.

    Pain had long been intertwined with the continuation of their bloodline, making it difficult to separate the two.

    Lumian did not rush him, quietly waiting for Mr. Sun to make his decision.

    After some time, The Sun Derrick instinctively looked toward the head of the bronze table.

    When in doubt or difficulty, he always hoped for Mr. Fool's guidance—and Mr. Hanged Man's advice.

    Mr. Fool gently nodded.

    The Sun Derrick took a deep breath, suppressing his reluctance, and said to The Chariot Lumian, 'Alright.'

    The Chariot Lumian shifted his gaze to Madam Justice.

    'Once I've used the Gift of the Land, its issues may be resolved. At that point, I'll give it to you.'

    The perceptive Justice Audrey did not refuse, nodding before tilting her head toward Madam Magician with a smile. 'If you need it, I can lend it to you.'

    This referred to Madam Magician's plan to relocate the entire Abraham family and as many humans as possible to a more habitable planet at the edge of the universe when the apocalypse arrived. The Gift of the Land could effectively terraform the environment and provide sustenance.

    Of course, if Omebella's remains retained their unique dangers, carrying it would be out of the question. It would be better to acquire another Grade 0 Sealed Artifact corresponding to the Desolate Matriarch.

    'Alright,' Madam Magician replied without hesitation.

    Lumian then addressed her directly, 'I will open all special mirror worlds inhabited by sentient beings. You can travel there and help spread my teachings. The more anchors I have for my upcoming endeavors, the better.'

    Madam Magician immediately understood. This was an opportunity for her to Travel and counted as a form of compensation.

    She had never considered visiting the special mirror worlds or the extradimensional spaces attached to them for potion digestion because these belonged to the Primordial Demoness, making them even more dangerous than traversing the cosmos. After all, roaming the cosmos had a higher chance of evading the attention of the Great Old Dominators, whereas entering the Primordial Demoness's domain guaranteed discovery.

    Never thought I'd rely on his help for potion digestion one day… The Magician Fors chuckled and asked, 'Okay. What is your current honorific name?'

    Lumian deliberated for a few seconds before answering, 'The Symbol of War and Apocalypse, the Demoness wielding Chaos, the Many-Faced One who offers sacrifices to Calamity, and the Ruler of the Mirror World.'

    A true dual-pathway true god… Madam Magician silently marveled.

    Lumian then turned to Ma'am Hermit. 'I will assist Queen Mystic in completing her digestion of the Sage potion and help you digest as much as possible.'

    Ma'am Hermit made an 'mm' sound and thanked him.

    A Sage always opposed disaster and calamity, and the individual sitting diagonally opposite her represented these concepts. There was no one better suited than Lumian to aid in the Sage potion digestion.

    Then, Lumian addressed Mr. Star, 'Tell Mr. Pallez that I owe him one.'

    He turned to Madam Judgment next. 'I owe you one as well—or the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture?'

    'Alright,' said Mr. Star without declining on behalf of the old man.

    Under the circumstances, Judgment Xio, known for her group-mindedness and adherence to order, found it hard to refuse. She chose the favor as compensation.

    Having distributed the rewards, Lumian thought for a moment before looking at Madam Magician again.

    'I'd like to borrow the Box of the Great Old Ones for a while. Perhaps I can resolve the third level's hidden danger for the Abraham family and replace it with an equivalent but more manageable anomaly.

    'If I don't succeed, I'll return it as is.'

    Madam Magician's expression became thoughtful before she nodded. 'No problem.'

    The Chariot Lumian leaned back in his chair, saying no more.

    Judgment Xio immediately looked at Mr. Star Leonard. 'Can I trade Solomon's Mask with you for the Justiciar-pathway Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?'
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    Chapter 1141: Divine Kingdom


    The sky of the special mirror world was split in two one half dyed crimson, the other divided by a chaotic vortex and formless, colorless flames. The three forces clashed violently.

    Suddenly, all light vanished, as if something was voraciously absorbing everything around it.

    Franca and the others in the World of Ruins had just recovered from their ailments and stabilized their genders. Then, they watched as the burning flames above, meteors streaking across the sky, and mountains spewing smoke and magma all disappeared from view.

    They were plunged into darkness-a darkness so profound that nothing seemed capable of existing within it.

    After what felt like an eternity, the darkness receded. Crimson moonlight once again illuminated the Northern and Southern Continents and the five oceans. Bright stars of various hues returned to their natural states.

    The World of Ruins was restored to its former appearance.

    In the special mirror world, Lumian's eyes no longer reflected the crimson full moon. Everything seemed normal.

    He let out a chuckle and lowered his four newly grown arms.

    Then, he grasped a handful of flames, compressing them into a metallic mirror.

    Lumian gazed into the mirror and saw two figures standing back to back - one was Aurore, and the other Jenna. Both had become even more beautiful, their eyes now open. However, their gazes were vacant and hollow, devoid of spirituality. They remained under Lumian's conscious control.

    Lumian stared at them blankly for a few seconds. A smile gradually curved his lips, and the Aurore and Jenna in the mirror returned his smile.

    Behind them was another indistinct figure - Cheek.

    On Lumian's left shoulder, the face of Cheek also smiled sweetly and seemed about to speak.

    Suddenly, Lumian summoned the dark-gold, peculiar mask and forcefully pressed it onto the slowly spinning chaotic vortex face.

    Starlight descended, illuminating the entire mask.

    Cheek's mouth opened, but no words came out. Her reflection in the mirror disappeared along with the attempt.

    Her face on Lumian's shoulder showed clear dissatisfaction.

    Lumian cast his gaze around and found that the Traveler's Bag he had exchanged with Franca was completely shattered in the previous destruction. Only two items remained intact on the ground: the dark- gold peculiar mask he had just used and the Demoness card - Lumian didn't keep any items in this Traveler's Bag because only the puppet soldier puppets, mask, and Card of Blasphemy could be of use in the previous battle.

    Lumian summoned the Demoness card to his hand and discovered that the previously obscured advancement ritual for becoming a god in the Demoness pathway was now revealed: "Descend into the depths of the earth, find the Chaos Sea, endure a degree of its corruption while maintaining oneself - neither falling nor transforming."

    Quite considerate. The mention of the sefirah must have been "hidden" in advance. Who would have thought that the advancement ritual for the Demoness pathway would involve another sefirah entirely... Lumian mused, suddenly suspecting there was something off about this ritual.

    The first Blasphemy Slate was formed from the corpse of the Primordial God Almighty. Perhaps before dying, He altered the corresponding knowledge to make the Demoness advancement ritual involve contact with the Chaos Sea. This would facilitate His unique revival through the pathways of calamity and allow Him to control and utilize the Chaos Sea effectively post-resurrection.

    As for the second Blasphemy Slate, though it was created from the Ancient Sun God's corpse, who could say it wasn't influenced by the Primordial God Almighty?

    Still, it makes sense for a Demoness, who governs chaos, to need prior contact with the Chaos Sea... Lumian shook his head, dismissing the truth of the matter as irrelevant.

    To him, this ritual was unnecessary to perform yet essentially already fulfilled.

    The face sealed by the dark-gold peculiar mask come from the Primordial God Almighty, bearing a deep, special connection to the Chaos Sea. Its power surpassed mere corruption from the Chaos Sea.

    "So, you went mad during your advancement ritual?" Lumian tilted his head, mocking the Cheek face.

    Cheek's face widened Her eyes, as if to say: "When did I ever go mad? My mental state has always been impeccable."

    At this moment, the special mirror world fully stabilized, reflecting shades of gray and white, formless and colorless flames, an ambiguous and enchanting atmosphere, and a chaotic vortex encompassing all possibilities.

    It was evolving into Lumian's divine kingdom.

    For the Red Priest, a divine kingdom emerged from a deeper conceptualization of the authority of Conquest. By completely "conquering" a land, battlefield, or special area, it could be transformed into the Red Priest's divine kingdom. Any living being entering the kingdom, without corresponding protection or sufficient rank, would immediately become a soldier of the Red Priest.

    For the Demoness, the divine kingdom was closely tied to the mirror world. The Primordial Demoness had previously established Her divine kingdom in a hidden corner of the mirror world. There, only females could exist-even other true gods would acquire distinct female characteristics upon entry. There, gazing upon what should not be seen would immediately turn one into stone. There, without protection, one would frequently encounter disasters tied to oneself. There, extreme pleasure would sporadically manifest, making one reluctant to leave...

    Lumian could now "conquer" the special mirror world, transforming it into a divine kingdom that satisfied the needs of both the Red Priest and Chaos Demoness.

    Lumian surveyed his surroundings and allowed the scenes reflected in the special mirror world to change. They became Cordu Village, surrounded by blue skies, white clouds, and lush green grasslands. At the village's edge stood the Rue Anarchie, with Aurore's house built beside Auberge du Coq Doré...

    After gazing at it for a moment, Lumian let the scene gradually fade away.

    He smiled faintly and entered the astral world composed of concepts and symbols before returning to reality.

    His three-headed, six-armed form nodded toward Franca and Madam Magician, who were looking at him, and said, "Thank you all. The operation is successfully concluded.

    "Let's head back to the protected zone."

    "Alright," Mr. Sun and the others responded one after another.

    …

    Trier, inside the luxurious villa.

    Franca studied the clean, refreshed faces of Aurore and Jenna with undisguised anticipation.

    "It really seems like revival is possible if we take it a step further," she said.

    Hearing this, Anthony cast a subtle glance at Franca.

    Lumian nodded lightly, smiling self-deprecatingly.

    "Sometimes, it feels meaningless. Other times, I can't help but hope and yearn for it."

    "Hope is good. Hope is very good," Franca replied, smiling at Lumian. "I'm now a Demoness of Catastrophe, an Angel. Surely I can know certain things now?"

    Lumian couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you have to be so impatient? Stabilize yourself first.

    "Anyway, I need to report to Mr. Fool about this. It's related to future actions. When I return, I'll explain briefly."

    "Alright." Franca didn't hide her anticipation and felt that Lumian seemed in a much better state, having exacted revenge by defeating Primordial Demoness Cheek.

    Once Lumian ascended to his room to prepare for entering the gray fog, Franca turned to Anthony and asked curiously, "Why did you give me the look earlier?"

    It couldn't be because my allure, still somewhat uncontrollable after becoming a Demoness of Catastrophe, affected him, right?

    When it came to beauty and charm, Lumian's Cheek face clearly surpassed hers!

    Anthony smiled slightly and said, "I was just reflecting on how your mental state is much better than I imagined and how your resilience exceeds my expectations."

    Franca froze for a moment, then sighed softly after a few seconds. "I have to force myself to stay calm and optimistic.

    "He can be gloomy, he can lose control in madness, but I can't. Although I sometimes fall into gloom, most of the time, I must remain cheerful and optimistic. Otherwise, there's truly no hope..."

    "That's your humanity," Anthony remarked emotionally. "I'm glad Lumian and Jenna met you, and I'm glad to have you as a teammate."

    Franca let out a somewhat smug laugh, then warily asked, "Why do I feel like you're trying to give me therapy?"

    "I've never hidden that." Anthony replied with a smile as he turned toward the kitchen area. "It's free, after all."

    …

    Above the gray fog, within the majestic palace.

    After recounting the highlights of the battle and the Primordial Demoness's performance, Lumian said, "This time, I've Initiated the convergence. With the awareness and spirit of both Cheek and Tudor present, I don't need much time to adapt before mastering the authorities of the Demoness and Red Priest pathways. If things are critical with the Mother Goddess of Depravity, I can conduct a deep secret deed and astral travel to the City of Calamity now.

    "But if there's no immediate urgency, I'd prefer about a month to stabilize myself and strengthen the newly formed balance."

    Shrouded in gray fog, Mr. Fool nodded and spoke with a faintly ethereal tone, "There is at least one month."

    Before Lumian could respond, his voice softened.

    "Your three-headed, six-armed form stems from a fundamental transformation. Even I cannot restore you to a normal appearance, only conceal it with illusions. However, once you stabilize your balance and the apocalypse passes, I can use Wish and Fooling to grant you a second form.

    "This form will allow you to switch freely, turning your spatial three-heads-six-arms into a temporal one.

    Your three heads and corresponding bodies will each occupy different time segments of the day, living their own lives but still under your main consciousness's control.

    "The biggest drawback of this form is that you, Aurore, and Jenna will never be able to appear together or meet each other..."

    Hearing Mr. Fool's unhurried words about post - apocalypse possibilities, Lumian suddenly felt a fleeting daze-as if the apocalypse could indeed end and he might truly survive.

    Lumian didn't say anything pessimistic. He simply listened quietly.

    Gradually, he understood that Mr. Fool wasn't making a promise or offering comfort but expressing his own hope, giving heartfelt blessings.

    He genuinely wished for the apocalypse to end, for Lumian to survive, and for him to live a better life.

    "…At that point, your rank will no longer suit being a Major Arcana card holder of the Tarot Club. This isn't the Rose Redemption after all. But you can have Franca take your place as a Major Arcana card holder. Just draw a new card. Every Major Arcana card holder in the Tarot Club already has dual identities, many representing other factions..." By the end, Mr. Fool's voice carried a hint of amusement.

    At some unknown moment, Lumian found himself at peace. He chuckled along and said, "Alright, Mr. Fool."

    Mr. Fool gently nodded and replied, "Then I shall convene an impromptu gathering now."
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      What did Mr Fool mean by that Lumian's rank well no longer be suitable be a major card holder if he survives the apocalypse?
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        Возможно, для божества над последовательностями других путей перебор посещать чужой Сефирот?
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        I think he just means that the tarot club isn't really meant to be an alliance of gods (like the Rose Redemption), and that after the apocalypse it would make more sense for Lumian to make his own faction as an AtS Himself
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      I just realized that Circle of Inevitability's very first prophecy came to fruition. He indeed became a three headed six armed demon. Damn.
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        Damn 😮😮😮
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    1140 A New Balance





    After a brief moment of frozen expression, Primordial Demoness Cheek let out a seductive laugh. 'Fine, fine! Let's die together! Everyone dies, the entire universe dies!'

    Amidst the unrestrained laughter, the speed of Cheek's body's disintegration accelerated rapidly.

    Lumian, still wearing his mocking smile, made no reply. He quietly observed Her, as if watching a lunatic performing Her final act on the stage of life.

    As the echoes of Her laughter resounded, Cheek completely regressed into a cluster of Beyonder characteristics of varying sizes, encircling a statue of a woman seemingly crafted from bones.

    The statue was entirely naked, every detail intricately carved, exuding extraordinary allure. Its face shifted—sometimes blurred and chaotic, other times exceptionally vivid—but it always bore Cheek's visage.

    A crisp sound of shattering followed, as the special mirror world, ablaze with the Fire of Destruction, collapsed with a deafening roar.

    In the World of Ruins, Franca and the others barely had time to react before feeling the earth tremble violently. Near and far, mountains erupted from the ground, spewing dense smoke and crimson magma.

    In the sky, bright streaks of meteors blazed across, crashing into various parts of the Northern and Southern Continents. Their impacts triggered fierce explosions and churned up clouds of dust that obscured the moonlight.

    In the fiery lands, snowstorms began to howl. Along the coasts, hurricanes of unprecedented strength made landfall one after another. Catastrophes of all kinds descended indiscriminately upon every unprotected corner of the world, some mild, others devastating.

    A true god, in all but name, had fallen.

    The divine throne of the Primordial Demoness was now vacant.

    Hidden within the protective layer of the Glory Crown, Franca exhaled silently in relief.

    From her Traveler's Bag, she retrieved a transparent crystal orb that depicted various scenes of calamity.

    This was the Beyonder characteristic of a Demoness of Catastrophe, restructured after being shattered and filtered through the gray fog by Mr. Fool.

    Franca swiftly concocted a potion, a swirling liquid reminiscent of the sky before a storm.

    She gulped down the potion without hesitation.

    Elsewhere, Madam Magician and Madam Justice witnessed the self-destruction of the Demoness of Gray and Demoness of Yellow, each silently remarking on how difficult high-ranking demonesses were to kill.

    If Mr. Fool had not been occupied merging with the Celestial Worthy during his slumber, and if Gehrman Sparrow had not been preoccupied holding the astral barrier against the terrifying assaults of the Great Old Dominators, Madam Magician might have been able to ensure at least one of the Demonesses of Catastrophe did not escape.

    Using her powers as a Planeswalker, she could recreate historical figures, or summon projections of historical events. With these, she could have 'produced' a temporary Gehrman Sparrow in reality. Through that connection, Mr. Fool might have descended and projected a sufficiently powerful force.

    But alas, Mr. Fool could not descend directly in his current state. The recreated or summoned figure would only have a connection with Sefirah Castle established, carrying faint imprints of his rank and corruption.

    It was enough to affect Saints that were not full-fledged Angels in an indomitable fashion. However, a complete Mythical Creature could sever Their connection, just as They could process information related to the Great Old Dominators.

    In this context, had the Demoness of Gray and Demoness of Yellow attempted to escape into the mirror world, They would have been unable to evade a Planeswalker's pursuit or imprisonment. Yet They chose self-destruction instead.

    Madam Magician had prepared a response, intending to recreate the Angel of Time's time halt, followed by a Mentor of Deceit's manipulation of rules and mystical connections. The aim was to ensure the self-destruction of the Demoness of Gray and Demoness of Yellow extended to Their true bodies, mirror selves, and dormant mirrors alike.

    This plan carried a certain risk of failure. However, bolstered by her boon of good luck, Madam Magician was confident in its success. Unfortunately, before she could act, the Primordial Demoness had already fallen. The ensuing disasters accelerated the self-destruction of the two Demonesses.

    Noticing Madam Magician's disappointment, Madam Justice tilted her head with a smile.

    'I secretly planted seeds of spiritual plague in them. Given the twisted psyches typical of demonesses, They will undoubtedly suffer issues later on, perhaps even leading to Their demise.'

    Audrey used the term 'perhaps,' as she wasn't sure if the Demoness Sect possessed a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact capable of curing or suppressing such 'diseases.'

    On another front, Suah and Tirié successfully sought aid from the Chained God and escaped the entanglement of Ma'am Hermit, the Angel of the Holy Spirit, and the Angel of Time before the arrival of Madam Magician and Madam Justice. They retreated in defeat.

    In the collapsing special mirror world, Lumian, his face still bearing a mocking smile, gazed at the female statue and the two dark orbs containing the absorbed Beyonder characteristics. Yet he did not allow them to merge with the Cheek face on his shoulder. Instead, he exerted all his strength to resist the inevitable pull of the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Convergence.

    He held on until the Fire of Destruction began consuming his original head, melting the Cheek and Tudor faces beside the chaotic vortex. Only then did the two remaining steel puppets take action. The face shared by Aurore and Jenna was not cursed like Cheek's and was only affected by Lumian's burning influence later. Its melting was less severe.

    The steel puppet wearing dark gloves extended both hands, extracting the self-awareness and spiritual imprints of Cheek from the two Demoness of Apocalypse characteristics.

    This extraction, limited by the puppet's rank, was temporary and incapable of permanently possessing the entities. If suitable vessels were not found, the extracted consciousness and imprint would soon return to their original characteristics.

    At that moment, the other steel puppet, cloaked in an illusory mantle, extended its right hand and completed the Grafting.

    It transferred the extracted self-awareness and spiritual imprint to the female statue—the Uniqueness of the Demoness pathway.

    As the strongest resonance for Cheek's self-awareness and spiritual imprints, the statue readily accepted them. Even if it hadn't, Fooling or Deceit awaited to ensure compliance.

    Once this was done, the steel puppets succumbed to the collapsing mirror world, and Lumian ceased his resistance. He allowed the Uniqueness to merge with the melting Cheek face.

    The now-purified Demoness of Apocalypse Beyonder characteristics were guided into the blood-stained faces of Aurore and Jenna.

    At last, the three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics and the Uniqueness of the Demoness pathway reunited within Lumian, becoming whole.

    Their aggregation intensified, and Lumian's head, along with the Fire of Destruction from the curse, seemed to collapse into a singularity.

    Enduring immense pain, Lumian smiled and plunged 0-01 into the melting Tudor face, driving it completely in.

    Then, he swallowed the two blood-soaked crowns.

    The Red Priest pathway's three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics and Uniqueness were also gathered.

    Rumble!

    Thunder rumbled as silver-white lightning struck various parts of the World of Ruins.

    The Hanged Man Alger and Justice Audrey instinctively looked to the sky. They saw the projections of the crimson moon and the stars ignited by an invisible, colorless flame, bringing light to the world.

    For a brief moment, it was as if they had returned to Fourth Epoch Trier, before the seal had been broken, when the sky was composed of flames.

    Catastrophes grew fiercer. Audrey noticed the massive oaks in the distance bending their branches. She saw The Magician Fors and The Moon Emlyn alternating between masculine and feminine forms, sometimes androgynous, sometimes normal.

    Coughing and fever afflicted these demigods, inexplicably spreading a strange illness, forcing them to bow their heads.

    A surge of impulse arose within their hearts—to track down and confront the demonesses once more.

    Amidst this chaos, the cries of monsters filled the oak forest as they turned upon one another.

    Simultaneously, as Franca advanced toward becoming a Demoness of Catastrophe, she sensed fragments of her shattered mirrors forming new domains behind mirrors.

    The mirror world was reborn!

    Within the World of Ruins, patches of gray and chaos were consumed by flames, leaving nothing behind.

    In the destroyed then reborn special mirror world, Lumian's three heads rose slowly as his body re-formed. His right side was female, clad in a skeletal white dress, while his left was male, draped in a blood-red robe.

    The right head bore the purified faces of Aurore and Jenna—clean, brimming with spirituality, though their eyes remained shut, unable to speak or convey consciousness.

    The left head featured Cheek's face, now less maternal and more alluring, with a captivating smile and slightly parted lips. Tudor's face appeared sharper, with the blood-red flag mark on its forehead protruding slightly. The face of the chaotic vortex continued to absorb the Fire of Destruction, rotating faintly.

    Lumian's own head grew more handsome, his long hair the color of blood, his features exuding sharp masculinity.

    Beneath his left armpit and ribs, additional arms sprouted, holding a scorched, blood-stained banner. On his right, matching arms extended, pale as white jade but empty-handed.

    A new Red Priest and Chaos Demoness had been born!

    As a god, some Uniquenesses manifested as parts of one's body or belongings; others remained hidden.

    In the next moment, Lumian raised his three heads, gazing at the crimson moon returning to the region.

    'You're still at your critical stage of merging,' he sneered. 'This little interference—what can it achieve? Nothing before, nothing now!' Grinning boldly, Lumian raised his four new arms.

    Invisible, colorless flames and a chaotic vortex of endless possibilities surged toward the crimson moon's projection.
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      Event: Lumian Lee vs. Malevolent Dragon
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      Now that Lumian Lee has accommodated all the necessary Uniqueness and Beyonder characteristics, I'm looking forward to this fight for ownership of the City of Calamity. wiseacre
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      Time to teach some manners to Mother.
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      CF has not yet shown us who and why hid the ritual for the Ascension of the Primordial Demoness on the Empress Tarot card.
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    Chapter 1139: Curse


    At the edge of the battlefield, Amon observed as Primordial Demoness Cheek once again conjured a vortex of chaos, and a smirk immediately curled across His lips.

    Raising both hands, He was enveloped entirely in the holy glow of redemption.

    Within the monocle's field of vision, the silvery river of fate corresponding to that region appeared. Every tributary of its future was occupied by chaos, leaving no other possibilities-inevitable destruction.

    Amon abruptly brought His hands together, clasping them tightly.

    At that moment, He seemed like someone earnestly praying in the Ancient Sun God's cathedral.

    Almost simultaneously, within that silvery, illusory river of fate-where the tributaries were about to merge and unify destiny into chaos-a new tributary inexplicably emerged, representing another potential future.

    In this new tributary, chaos persisted but did not destroy everything in the region.

    The Angel of Redemption-saving the future by creating something out of nothing!

    As the river of fate shifted toward this new tributary, the chaotic vortex Primordial Demoness Cheek had created abruptly erupted with a sense of renewal before dissipating entirely.

    Moments later, the chaotic vortex re-emerged from the area of renewal, once again disassembling and encompassing everything around it.

    It fell into a cycle - a loop of destruction and creation.

    This confined it to a small range, unable to directly obstruct Lumian's Sword of Destruction, which was about to strike.

    Behind the Primordial Demoness, one of the metallic puppets now wielded a massive, deformed black scythe.

    The puppet swung its weapon toward the target, carrying with it a silence of unlit darkness.

    This was a boon from the Evernight Goddess, an Angel-level temporary boon!

    To the Primordial Demoness's right, another steel puppet transformed into a massive, featureless serpent adorned with patches of white feathers and enormous wings.

    This metallic feathered serpent turned into a silent, lifeless white torrent that surged toward its target.

    This was also a boon from the Evernight Goddess - a temporary angelic power with a very limited duration.

    On the Primordial Demoness's left, yet another steel puppet grew to an enormous size, comparable to Lumian himself.

    At some point, it had gripped a colossal sword of orange-red light that radiated the aura of approaching twilight and the decay of all things.

    The orange-red sword also slashed toward the Primordial Demoness.

    In an instant, Cheek seemed enveloped by twilight, frozen in the orange-red glow. Her thoughts and actions slowed, as if She existed in a different world from Lumian.

    Her attempt to destroy Herself was thus delayed.

    Twilight had arrived!

    After these three metallic puppets delivered attacks at the Primordial Demoness representing different authorities of endings, they were each destroyed on the spot. Some lost their spirituality, others their sense of life, and others corroded rapidly into rust.

    They were disposable vessels for carrying those three powers, solidified from Lumian's flames.

    The silent darkness, pale death, orange-red twilight, and Lumian's Sword of Destruction struck Primordial Demoness Cheek simultaneously.

    Suddenly, parts of these forces intertwined.

    These mere Angel-level powers tangled into a deep black point, absorbing all light, sound, and matter.

    The black dot prominently appeared on Cheek's skeletal-dressed body, instantly collapsing Her into it, along with all Her Mirror Substitutions.

    Elsewhere within the special mirror world, Primordial Demoness Cheek's mirror self, a handsome man with a blood-stained face, twisted in expression before vanishing as if evaporated into thin air or erased with an eraser.

    In various hidden places across the ruins of the Northern and Southern Continents and within Primordial Demoness Cheek's divine kingdom established in the mirror world, one dormant mirror after another was erased by an unknown power, reaching their end.

    The next second, Franca, Mr. Star Leonard, and the others-fresh from completing their battles in the depths of the mirror world-were struck with an inexplicable daze, almost forgetting who they were assisting Lumian against and whom the Demoness Sect worshipped.

    Or rather, had such a deity ever truly existed?

    In the ruins of Trier, Demoness of Gray Judith and Demoness of Yellow Tissavica nearly forgot They had a true god ancestor. They felt that the Demoness Sect's deity must have been an imagined, symbolic figure.

    Struggling to recall the title "Primordial Demoness" and the name "Cheek," Their expressions changed dramatically as they realized something had gone terribly wrong.

    These two experienced Demonesses of Catastrophe immediately created large-scale calamities to prevent Madam Justice and Madam Magician from approaching.

    Then, without a moment's hesitation. They began self- destruction.

    Within the special mirror world.

    The deep black dot lasted only a second before it completely disintegrated and vanished, seemingly incompatible with this universe.

    The Primordial Demoness's Uniqueness and the two Demoness of Apocalypse Beyonder Characteristics were not ejected as a result.

    Suddenly, Cheek-clad in Her skeletal dress- reemerged from the void.

    She smiled warmly at Lumian and Amon, saying.

    "Unless all mirror worlds are destroyed, you cannot truly kill me.

    "Do you still believe you can defeat me before the wish's effect ends?"

    With that, Cheek's beautiful eyes shifted to Lumian.

    "Do you wish to surrender?"

    The Primordial Demoness was clearly stalling for time. Once Mr. Fool's wish expired, She would regain Her status as a bona fide Sequence 0 deity, potentially even surpassing some true gods.

    Lumian chuckled, tilting his head to glance at Cheek's face on the head growing from his left shoulder.

    "Since I possess a part of you, how could I not understand your relationship with the mirror world?

    "That earlier strike was just to dismantle your other resurrection arrangements.

    "As for now..."

    Lumian's blue eyes, framed by Cheek's encouraging and sweet smile, grew unnervingly vivid. The blood- colored banner between his brows shone even brighter.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek suddenly realized something, and Her expression subtly changed.

    At the same time, black flames of constrained violence and destruction ignited in Lumian's gaze.

    Curse!

    A Demoness's Curse, driven by the City of Calamity's power and the Fire of Destruction!

    Lumian cursed the Cheek face on the head growing from his left shoulder.

    It was both a part of him and a powerful mystical link to Primordial Demoness Cheek, making it one of the best curse mediums.

    Thus, Lumian was cursing both himself and Primordial Demoness Cheek!

    Behind him, two steel puppets had already undergone transformations.

    One appeared to don an illusory black cloak, while the other wore unrealistically dark gloves.

    Fooling! Loophole!

    Since the Primordial Demoness was currently equivalent to the mirror world itself-Her demise dependent on its destruction-the inverse was also true. To curse the Primordial Demoness was to curse all mirror worlds!

    Instantly, Lumian's entire being ignited, black flames of destruction bursting forth to annihilate all constraints of madness.

    This caused the iron-black, symbol-etched skeleton of his body to begin melting rapidly. The blood-soaked violet flames within him were assimilated or consumed.

    Lumian's face twisted uncontrollably in extreme pain.

    Yet, amidst the agony, he displayed reckless joy, unashamed of his exhilaration.

    He looked at Primordial Demoness Cheek and saw the peerless beauty ignited by black flames of Fire of Destruction, burning Her from soul to body.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek furrowed Her brow, unable to suppress the sensation of life slipping away and Her divine seat crumbling.

    This type of curse might have been manageable when She was still a true god, using Her corresponding authorities to counteract it. However, in Her current state as a King of Angels, She was neither much higher in rank than Lumian nor much stronger-only possessing additional unique qualities.

    As Primordial Demoness Cheek was engulfed in the Fire of Destruction, the special mirror world itself was also set ablaze with raging black flames.

    All mirror worlds within the astral barrier succumbed to the inferno, melting and collapsing en masse.

    Franca, The Hanged Man Alger, and others quickly collected their spoils and fled the mirror world, returning to the ruins.

    One by one, the mirrors Franca carried cracked and shattered.

    Rather than feeling alarmed, she was delighted.

    This was Lumian's Fire of Destruction!

    Within the special mirror world.

    As the destructive black flames spread and burned, Amon smiled and shook His head, lifting the seal and departing the soon-to-be-destroyed realm.

    Empress Roselle-having been banished to the spirit world-was initially startled, then rejoiced.

    At last, She was no longer bound by the special mirror world, nor subject to its owner's commands.

    With Fourth Epoch Trier destroyed, the corresponding seal was undone. She was free to leave the special mirror world and avoid perishing with it.

    Amidst the crackling flames consuming Cheek, Her slightly dazed expression shifted to a smile as She said to Lumian, "You're more ruthless than I expected, even cursing yourself to curse me."

    At this moment, most of Lumian's body had been consumed by the Fire of Destruction, leaving only the three heads unscathed.

    The face of the chaotic vortex still resisted the encroachment of the black flames, but only for a little longer.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek flew toward Lumian, trailing a long black flaming tail.

    Landing in front of him, She spoke without concealing Her pain yet full of mirth, "We were destined to merge from the beginning. If you hadn't obtained 0-01 and Medici's two Conqueror Beyonder characteristics, I wouldn't have come to meet you today.

    "Our battle was merely over control. Now, I admit, you're well-suited to being Alista Tudor.

    "You've won. I will voluntarily merge into your body, with you as the dominant consciousness. After all, I'm not ambitious - I only wished to be half of the Original Creator. Even under your control, I'll still be His half."

    As She spoke, Primordial Demoness Cheek's body began to disintegrate, regressing into the Uniqueness and Demoness of Apocalypse Beyonder Characteristics that carried Her self-awareness and spiritual imprint into the Cheek face on Lumian's left shoulder.

    This process was irreversible.

    At that moment, Primordial Demoness Cheek saw Lumian's face, illuminated by the burning Fire of Destruction, curl into a mocking smile.

    Lumian grinned with satisfaction and said, "Thank you for voluntarily merging.

    "But it won't be long before I die - and you'll perish with me."

    Hearing the latter part, Primordial Demoness Cheek's phantom-like, stunning face froze slightly in expression.
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      whoaaa..... is that the authority of 'Eternal Darkness, Singularity of All, Space-Time-in-One', that's pretty intense... lshock
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        mfing Black Hole, really cool
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        That's the 4th pillar symbolism at the angel level. Remember Lumian's Sword of Destruction and Cheek herself was included.
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    Chapter 1138: Wisdom


    Seeing that The Setting Sun Rooster now had only one head remaining and could not grow a new one for the time being. Demoness of Cyan Yalenna's eyes turned an iron-black hue, reflecting the pale weaknesses on The Hanged Man Alger's body.

    She avoided using Weakness Investigation on the brass book, knowing it was beyond her ability to handle.

    Amidst her investigation, the single remaining head on the black rooster perched on Yalenna's shoulder let out a sharp, malevolent crow.

    The Hanged Man Alger immediately felt an invisible force pulling his consciousness and spirit downward, as though he were an irreversible sunset.

    His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, forming a grim, hateful expression.

    Affected by the corrupted voice, he began to succumb to depravity.

    However, unlike the initial moment when the three heads of the black rooster simultaneously brought different influences, leaving him in a dangerous situation reliant on passive protection, Alger now retained some room for maneuver.

    Depravity was a process, not an instantaneous event.

    Having been a Sea King for many years, The Hanged Man Alger had accumulated substantial high-ranking experience, which helped shape the temperament required of the Sailor pathway, also known as the Tyrant pathway. With a stern expression, he resisted the urge to be depraved and, with great difficulty and determination, activated one of his Beyonder powers.

    At this moment, Demoness of Cyan Yalenna had already created several mirror projections of herself, each possessing a certain degree of power, surrounding The Hanged Man Alger. All of their eyes captured his figure.

    She was on the verge of completing her curse, a Demoness's Curse fueled by the Fire of Destruction.

    Just then, a terrifying, visible tornado spiraled into existence around The Hanged Man Alger, with him as its eye. The vortex expanded outward in rings, swelling in all directions.

    This was the Sailor pathway's demigod-level ability - Hurricane.

    Yalenna and her mirror projections lost sight of their target amidst the palpable, howling winds.

    The Demoness's Curse she was about to unleash thus lost its medium.

    Within the terrifying hurricane's eye, The Hanged Man Alger, while holding the Tyrant card to elevate his rank and sense of oppression, used it to dictate the second rule on the Trunsoest Brass Book: "This battlefield is a Land of Light, a domain of righteousness. All depravity and evil shall find no footing."

    This was the high-level application of the Judgment pathway's ability to enact laws and decrees, which allowed multiple Prohibitions to take effect simultaneously by defining the environment.

    In an instant, the dark battlefield, originating from the mirror world, was illuminated by an unknown source of light. The head of The Setting Sun Rooster drooped lifelessly with a snap, unable to utter corrupted words or emanate depravity.

    Demoness of Cyan Yalenna also found herself unable to cast curses or other dark magic.

    Her heart skipped a beat as she observed the other battlefields through her mirror projections, taking in the overall situation.

    Without hesitation, Demoness of Cyan Yalenna took a step back, preparing to traverse through the mirror world.

    The moment she formed this intention, the howling hurricane shattered into countless streaks of silvery-white lightning, bursting forth with a destructive, violent aura that engulfed the entire battlefield, transforming it into a forest of thunderbolts leading to inevitable destruction.

    The Hanged Man Alger left no chance for the Demoness of Cyan to escape the battlefield.

    After releasing Lightning Storm, now free of the influence of depravity, he broke into a sweat as he laboriously manifested the third rule on the Trunsoest Brass Book.

    At this stage, limited by his own rank, even with the support of the Tyrant card, any rules he established had to be derivative of the first two and could not come out of thin air.

    Facing the area-wide assault of the thunderbolt forest, Demoness of Cyan Yalenna sketched a radiant smile.

    Suppressing the use of her Mirror Substitution ability, she allowed the Lightning Storm to shatter her body, leaving her flesh charred and evaporating.

    She deliberately died this way, escaping the battlefield through her mirror self and returning to a hidden location.

    The Demonesses of Unaging participating in this battle had all prudently left their mirror selves outside this region of the mirror world, rather than bringing them into battle. In a battlefield involving multiple Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, a mirror self without a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact would be of little use and was better kept as a means of ensuring escape at a critical moment.

    As Demoness of Cyan Yalenna died painfully within the Lightning Storm, the third rule on the Trunsoest Brass Book was completed: "Depraved and evil entities shall be confiscated."

    Yalenna's body was completely destroyed and evaporated, but The Setting Sun Rooster remained, falling straight to the ground.

    …

    After her body was destroyed from within by an eruption of countless silvery swords, the Demoness of Orange returned from annihilation, catching the Tamara's Everchanging Card and completing her resurrection.

    In the next moment, she and the Demoness of Gold felt a powerful suppression, weakening them in all aspects.

    When The Sun Derrick finally comprehended the core of his righteousness, the traits of the Justice Mentor were fully brought to bear!

    The Notary and Unshadowed abilities gained new manifestations at the Justice Mentor level, enhancing actions aligned with core righteousness while weakening or nullifying those that contradicted it.

    This time, The Sun Derrick participated in this operation to help Lumian resolve the Demoness Sect and enable the emergence of a new great existence to save the world.

    This was his justice, his light, his sun, and he was putting it into practice. Anything obstructing this endeavor was an unjust act!

    Immediately afterward, The Sun Derrick used Madam Judgment as a medium to unleash another ability of Proof of Glory.

    Blinding light spots erupted from Madam Judgment, Magnified by Solomon's Mask into a terrifying storm that shredded everything around it.

    But before that could happen, the Demoness of Gold, aided by the Eye of God, foresaw the signs and made her decision.

    Wisdom always allowed her to make the right choice!

    With a crisp crack, she actively used her Mirror Substitution.

    Influenced by her, Demoness of Orange also activated her Mirror Substitution.

    The ensuing Hurricane of Light swept through, devouring only two mirrors.

    When the Hurricane of Light subsided, the two Demonesses of Unaging wielding Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts reappeared in a corner.

    The battle continued for a while, with neither side able to achieve a decisive victory.

    Suddenly, the Demoness of Gold transmitted a message to the Demoness of Orange through her mirror projections: "Change the battlefield-to the kill zone!"

    The kill zone... The Demoness of Orange was momentarily stunned.

    Quickly grasping her companion's intent while also monitoring the other battlefields, she directed the Tamara's Everchanging Card floating before her to rapidly shift its front-facing pattern.

    The new pattern depicted a gray-white backdrop filled with countless black "snakes."

    As the scene unfolded, The Sun Derrick and Judgment Xio Derecha felt the surroundings growing increasingly illusory, as though a transformation was imminent.

    At once, The Sun Derrick channeled the power of the Glory Crown into Madam Judgment.

    Judgment Xio stabbed her longsword downward.

    Holy and resplendent light surged forth from the void around them, forming a sturdy and pure spherical barrier that shielded the two Major Arcana card holders, rooting them to the battlefield.

    Simultaneously, Judgment Xio imbued the barrier with distorting power, redirecting the battlefield shift elsewhere.

    She reasoned that it was unwise to passively follow the Demonesses' lead to an evidently abnormal location.

    What if that place turned out to be the divine kingdom of the Primordial Demoness?

    If that were the case, even without a trap, both she and The Sun Derrick would be unable to withstand it!

    Since their primary objective was to support Lumian in devastating the Demoness Sect Cult rather than to kill anyone specific, it was better to play it safe and regroup with victorious allies from other battlefields to pursue the enemy later.

    Moments later, the environment around them transformed.

    The light-formed spherical barrier wavered violently, as though struck by the fiercest of storms, but it remained firmly rooted in the current battlefield.

    The Demoness of Gold and Demoness of Orange, carrying their respective Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, shifted to the scene depicted on the Tamara's Everchanging Card and did not return to the mirror world or face Judgment Xio and The Sun Derrick again.

    They had fled.

    The wielder of the Eye of God always foresaw shifts in the situation and made the right choices at the right time.

    Demonesses of Unaging are truly hard to kill... Judgment Xio murmured in quiet admiration.

    …

    Within the special mirror world.

    Lumian slashed at the airborne Primordial Demoness Cheek with the Sword of Destruction, using Salinger's Blood Banner as its medium.

    The blade seemed to carry a hint of the River of Eternal Darkness's corruption, its black flames restrained yet increasingly terrifying.

    Behind Lumian, his puppet army suddenly scattered.

    Part moved to the Primordial Demoness's back, part to the area above Her, while others flanked Her sides and below.

    This was Blink.

    Each puppet could Blink!

    With 0-01, Lumian could share Beyonder powers among his team.

    The source of the Blink ability was a metallic puppet among them, imbued with an Angel-level boon from Mr. Fool himself-a power that could only last three minutes once activated.

    The puppet raised a staff formed of starlight, causing the surrounding void around Primordial Demoness Cheek to warp downward, forming a cage to hinder Her escape.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek smiled faintly at the sight and clenched Her right hand.

    Once again, a vortex of chaos encompassing all colors and possibilities appeared around Her body, though it lacked the terror and oppression it held earlier.

    Although the Primordial Demoness was no longer a true god for now, She still possessed a Uniqueness - Her rank was undeniably real!
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      Title really baited me for a min thinking we would have "Wisdom" cameo for a second lmaoo
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      Правосудие Ксио ударила своим длинным мечом вниз.

      Полторашка с длинным мечом...
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        When using Solomon's Mask, it seems to have grown to 2 meters...)
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          Даже если Сио перейдëт на путь Сумеречного Гиганта и будет 3 метра ростом, для нас она навсегда останется полторашкой.
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    Chapter 1137: Mutual Diminishment


    As Amon prepared to unleash the stolen wish, Primordial Demoness Cheek did not merely conjure another vortex of chaos to return everything to chaos. In addition, countless faint lights reflected and refracted within Her azure eyes, creating an indescribable sense of mystery.

    These were near-omniscient eyes analyzing Amon's current state and weaknesses, searching for vulnerabilities to exploit.

    In truth, Primordial Demoness Cheek knew of a way to deal with Amon quickly: linking the mirror worlds inside and outside the astral barrier to introduce the corruption of the Circle of Inevitability.

    To instantaneously kill a Sequence 1 Archangel, one needed the corresponding pathway's Great Old Dominator!

    Unfortunately, the barrier blocks any connection between the inside and outside... Reluctantly abandoning this idea, the Primordial Demoness focused on utilizing Her omniscient authority.

    On the other side, Lumian was surrounded by the expanding vortex of chaos, preventing him from launching any further attacks for the time being.

    Relying on the slow rotations of the vortex's face and the 0-01 carrying the black flames of destruction, he barely managed to keep the all-encompassing chaos stagnating in front of him. It flowed around him like tidal waves around a reef that might be submerged at any moment.

    As the voice representing the "wish" reverberated, Primordial Demoness Cheek finally saw Amon's current weakness.

    He was not truly a dual-pathway god. He merely borrowed power from His past self through the Sequence 2 Sinner ability of the Inevitability pathway, with the permission of the current holder of the Error and Door pathway Uniquenesses.

    Borrowed power that did not truly belong to oneself always left a chink in the armor. This was akin to when the Primordial Demoness split off part of Her Demoness of Apocalypse Beyonder characteristic, replacing it with an envisioned substitute to maintain Her rank and power. When faced with specific Influences, She would inevitably suffer a severe setback.

    For Amon to borrow power from the past using the Sinner ability, He had to remain in the state of a Sinner - this was the crux of the issue.

    That power was from the past, and in the past, He was a Sinner!

    As the wish was being spoken and about to be realized, Primordial Demoness Cheek caused the special mirror world that the vortex had yet to engulf to turn transparent, reflecting Amon's rapidly blinking figures.

    Simultaneously, Primordial Demoness Cheek's pitch- black shadow abruptly rose and adhered to Her back.

    Amon's shadow experienced the same transformation.

    This was the inherent depraved nature present in all living beings!

    Undoubtedly, the depraved nature of a Sinner was exceptionally strong, nearly equal to His very existence!

    Amon's shadow, pitch black and viscous like slime. clung tightly to His body, unaffected by His rapid Blinking.

    Apart from certain high-ranking individuals of select pathways, no one could separate from their own depraved nature. It could only be suppressed. For a Sinner, resistance was impossible, as They were depraved to begin with.

    The black shadow enveloped Amon, sticking tightly to Him. Meanwhile, similar shadows continuously emerged from the depths of His psyche, merging inside and out, reshaping His form.

    Amon had previously stolen many abilities from the Sun pathway, but at this moment, He refrained from using them.

    Otherwise, purification would not stop at His depraved nature-it would include the Sinner itself!

    Amon first raised His head, and His left eye shone with light as brilliant as starlight.

    The now-transparent borders of the special mirror world instantly turned dark and heavy.

    As a Door pathway god, Amon sealed this area as a temporary measure.

    Immediately after, He leaped into a silvery, illusory river composed of interlocking and intricate symbols.

    Before Him lay innumerable tributaries, each representing a different future.

    He chose one of those fates, completing His self- redemption.

    A holy light erupted as He emerged from the silvery river. He was no longer burdened by His depraved nature, nor was He at risk of being engulfed by the vortex of chaos.

    However, He had now become an Angel of Redemption. He was no longer the Sinner of the past, nor the dual-pathway god He once was.

    At this moment, the reverberating voice finally fell silent. The wish-"All envisioned things in the special mirror world shall vanish briefly" - was realized.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek's figure suddenly shrank. Her rank and aura plummeted to the level of a King of Angels.

    The expanding vortex of chaos simultaneously began to contract, quickly shrinking into a single point and vanishing entirely, failing to affect Amon, who had retreated to the edge of the battlefield.

    For a short time within the special mirror world, Cheek was no longer a true god!

    Now, She was only slightly stronger than Lumian but not overwhelmingly so. In terms of rank, She might even be slightly inferior.

    Cheek abruptly transformed into a silver-white bolt of lightning, streaking toward the edge of the special mirror world at near-light speed.

    She intended to escape this place.

    If envisioned phenomena were invalid in this area, She would simply move elsewhere!

    Outside, She would still be a god!

    Primordial Demoness Cheek knew full well that for a wish to have an effective impact on someone like Herself-a true god, the female body of the Primordial God Almighty-even the half-Lord of Mysteries would need to impose limits on time and scope. Without such constraints, the wish would likely distort, possibly even favoring Her. With restrictions in place, She could escape the affected area or hold out long enough to negate the wish.

    Smack!

    The silver lightning struck the heavy, dark edge of the special mirror world but failed to break through.

    The Door pathway god's seal.

    The silver lightning reverted to Primordial Demoness Cheek. She turned to face Lumian, now resembling a flaming giant, and Amon on the battlefield's edge. Smiling, She said, "I'd love to see just how brief this 'briefly' is, but what I'd like even more is to see whether you can defeat me within such a short time."

    Lumian offered no response. From the Traveler's Bag he had obtained, originally belonging to Franca, he produced a handful of metallic puppets and threw them backward.

    The puppets instantly expanded, each over ten meters tall, resembling giants forged of steel.

    Before the battle, each had received boons from Sequence 0s of different pathways-boons with a time limit.

    Lumian had waited until Mr. Fool's wish came true before bringing them out.

    Smiling at Primordial Demoness Cheek, he declared. "As a Conqueror, how could I not have my own army?"

    Before he finished speaking, he led the dozen steel giants in a charge against the Primordial Demoness.

    …

    Deep within the mirror world.

    The Demoness of Silver, her vision dazzled and mind ensnared by Franca's charming smile, felt a sudden pain. Her emotions and desires surged violently.

    Instinctively looking down, she saw that the skull- shaped Sealed Artifact she carried was gnawing on her.

    Her mirror self suffered the same fate.

    Amidst creaking and cracking sounds, her body rapidly decayed, dragging her Mirror Substitution and mirror self into ruin along with her.

    The prophecy of the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture had been fulfilled: due to the violent fluctuations of her emotions and desires-the maddening obsession to offer both body and soul-the Demoness of Silver suffered a backlash from her own Sealed Artifact. It seemed rather effective against a Demoness!

    In no time, the Demoness of Silver was reduced to a skeletal corpse with decaying flesh hanging loosely from her bones.

    Similarly, the Demoness of Green, also entranced by Franca's Charm, halted her attacks, unable to tear her gaze away from Franca's face-those sparkling, lake- blue eyes that reflected her very figure like a serene pool.

    A strong sense of danger struck her, Instinctively, she tried to activate Mirror Substitution.

    However, her thoughts had already become sluggish and stalled without her realizing it, preventing her from acting in time.

    This delay stemmed from the negative effects of the black cloak she wore.

    Black, quiet, and eerie flames ignited within Franca's eyes, silently enveloping the Demoness of Green's figure.

    Suddenly, similar black flames erupted within the Demoness of Green's body, inflicting excruciating pain as they burned her soul.

    A Demoness's Curse-one that could not be avoided unless Mirror Substitution was actively used!

    The Demoness of Green let out an uncontrollable, blood-curdling scream as the quiet flames consumed her soul. Her body collapsed, blood oozing thickly.

    Her mirror self suffered the same fate.

    While Franca focused on the Demonesses of Green and Silver, the Demoness of Brown broke free of Franca's Charm and unleashed a surge of grayish-white color that swept toward her.

    Simultaneously, a faint light flickered on the gemstone bracelet around the Demoness of Brown's wrist, as though reflecting starlight.

    The space in front, behind, above, and to the right of Franca twisted into shadowy barriers, cutting off her ability to travel through the mirror world or evade in other ways.

    The only exit was to the left, where a tide of grayish- white swept in-a color that petrified everything it touched. Even if Franca activated Mirror Substitution, the space where she would reappear remained within the gray ocean.

    Franca let out a soft chuckle, producing a mirror and sliding it between the pages of the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture.

    The next moment, she stepped into the space behind that mirror.

    Being unable to escape didn't mean she couldn't hide in an existing hidden space or fortify it for protection!

    The gray tide engulfed the parchment-bound Post- Apocalyptic Scripture, adding a thick layer of stone dust, However, it failed to completely petrify the book, and the mirror tucked between its pages remained unscathed.

    Seeing that both the Demonesses of Green and Silver were dead, with uncertain prospects of revival and unable to rejoin the battle anytime soon, the Demoness of Brown's heart filled with fear. News of the other battlefields wasn't comforting either; several other Demonesses wielding Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts had already been swiftly defeated.

    With thoughts of her lover weighing on her heart, she was unwilling to lose her life entirely in this chaos. Seeing that the situation was beyond recovery, she disregarded the Primordial Demoness's plans and activated one of the bracelet's gemstones.

    Her body transformed into abstract symbols and concepts, slipping into the astral world to "wander" toward her lover's hiding place.

    However, when she exited the astral world, what appeared before her was not the familiar scene she expected but a dense fog of gray and white.

    She was lost.

    The next second, she saw a stream of crimson moonlight flowing through the fog.

    Suddenly, she felt something inside her stomach- something that tore at her flesh and blood.
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      alright to everyone reading this drop your rating for vol 7 and vol 8 and tell if you are fine or hating the story rn
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        I'd wait until the end of the book, it all depends on the fate of the characters LOTM 1. My house has basically turned into a place of worship for Mr. Fool and the Tarot Club, so it all depends on it
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    Chapter 1136: Beyonder and Sealed Artifact Combination


    Having eliminated Zaratul through sheer rank suppression and a surprise ambush, Amon glanced at the ongoing battles deeper within the mirror world. He chose not to interfere and vanished, leaving behind Zaratul and His marionettes.

    In one of the battlefields.

    Returning from the shadows, the Demoness of Black Clarice swiftly utilized the mirror world to create multiple Mirror Projections across different locations, a mix of real and false images.

    This was to evade the Transfiguration Curse from the opposing Disciple of Silence.

    Although the Calamity of Crimson crown was a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, it did not offer any resistance to the Transfiguration Curse. If the Demoness of Black tried to withstand it unaided, she would undoubtedly transform into a regular yet charming sheep, piglet, or rabbit-losing most of her abilities and traits.

    If that happened, not only would Clarice be unable to wield the Calamity of Crimson, but the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact's negative effects might even cause her to die on the spot.

    Even if she were lucky enough to avoid triggering the negative effects, how could a powerless sheep-or any other animal-fight against a Sequence 3 Saint?

    She would merely be slaughtered!

    More critically, the Demoness Sect, with its stronghold in the Southern Continent, had significant experience dealing with the Transfiguration Curse due to frequent encounters with the Rose School of Thought. The Demoness of Black was acutely aware that the curse would target not only her true self but also her mirror self; the transformation was symmetrical.

    Moreover, as a defenseless animal, she would be easily captured. Through the connection between her body and her revival arrangements, the enemy could uncover all the hidden dormant mirrors she had isolated in secret.

    Such an outcome would mean the complete death of the notoriously resilient and difficult-to-kill Demoness of Unaging.

    The Demoness Sect's strategy for countering the Transfiguration Curse was clear: if the enemy was below Angel-level and could only target a single entity, one should conceal the true body using methods like Mirror Projections. If the opponent was an Angel, however, extreme vigilance was required. One had to be ready to activate Mirror Substitution preemptively while holding a lethal pathogen in their mouth-if evasion failed and one transformed into an animal, they should immediately commit suicide.

    Now, the Demoness of Black was employing the first strategy. This was not only because her opponent, Madam Temperance Sharron was a mere Sequence 3 Saint but also because Clarice sought to curse her opponent in return.

    Each of the Mirror Projections created through the Calamity of Crimson carried a portion of power and could use their eyes as a medium to curse any target they saw-a classic Demoness's Curse.

    With so many Mirror Projections at her disposal, the Demoness of Black was confident at least one would capture the enemy's figure and successfully deliver a curse. Even if the curse did not originate from her true body and could not severely injure or kill the target, it would still have a significant impact, creating opportunities for subsequent attacks.

    Meanwhile, Black Demoness Clarice allowed the Calamity of Crimson atop her head to glow.

    She brought catastrophe to the battlefield.

    The catastrophe manifested as the gradual collapse and disintegration of the corresponding area of the mirror world.

    This not only limited her opponent's ability to dodge, improving the chances of completing the curse, but also dragged all living beings in the battlefield toward annihilation and oblivion.

    At that point, the Demoness of Unaging could revive, whereas a Disciple of Silence likely could not.

    As the disaster unfolded, Madam Temperance Sharron remained expressionless, calm, and composed. All her emotions were tightly controlled.

    She pulled out the second layer of her three-tiered jewelry box.

    This was the second application of the Box of the Great Old Ones: This layer contained records of different locations, varied and numerous. It allowed the holder and all living beings within a certain range to be directly transported to the designated location. However, "designated" was not absolute. In actual use, the target location often changed randomly, making the final destination unpredictable, with only a slim chance of arriving at the intended place.

    Madam Temperance Sharron now placed her faith in the blessing of the Angel of Fate, Will Auceptin, She believed that her "heart's desire" would come true!

    The reason Sharron was entrusted with the Box of the Great Old Ones for this mission was not due to random allocation. The Tarot Club members had discussed beforehand above the gray fog which member would best utilize each Grade 0 Sealed Artifact to secure a swift victory.

    The consensus was unanimous: the Box of the Great Old Ones was best suited for Madam Temperance.

    Earlier, Sharron had not used the second layer of the jewelry box immediately because Empress Roselle was still present-a formidable Angel likely capable of interfering with or resisting what was about to occur.

    Now, as Sharron opened the second layer of the Box of the Great Old Ones, she designated a location and activated its power.

    Just as the Demoness of Black captured her opponent's figure and was about to complete her curse, the collapsing and annihilating mirror world suddenly shifted.

    Accompanied by her Mirror Projections, she "accompanied" Sharron to a barren wilderness.

    This wilderness was strewn with exposed gray-white rocks and densely packed skeletal remains stretching endlessly.

    The Underworld!

    The location Madam Temperance Sharron had designated was the Underworld. By sheer luck, the Box of the Great Old Ones avoided its usual randomness!

    The moment the Demoness of Black and her Mirror Projections arrived in this desolate land, their bodies and expressions froze simultaneously.

    The Mirror Projections shattered and dissipated instantly. The Demoness of Black's face turned pale, losing all semblance of vitality.

    Both she and her mirror self-perished in an instant.

    Any living creature that entered the Underworld would die on the spot!

    Madam Sharron watched silently as the Demoness of Black died. Her own figure had grown increasingly transparent, her face paler than before.

    Once a Wraith, she was now equivalent to an evil spirit.

    Naturally, she did not need to fear instant death in the Underworld, provided she did not linger too long.

    This unique trait was why the Tarot Club believed Sharron should prioritize using the Box of the Great Old Ones and the Staff of the Stars.

    She could move her opponents-whether Demonesses or other enemies-to the Underworld!

    Between the two artifacts, Sharron ultimately chose the Box of the Great Old Ones due to Mr. Star's unique trait.

    Looking at the Demoness of Black's corpse, Sharron quietly retrieved the Calamity of Crimson.

    While the Underworld-induced death did not affect the isolated dormant mirrors, making it impossible to permanently kill the Demoness of Black, the revival process would take considerable time. She would no longer be able to participate in the current battle, and she had lost her Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.

    …

    Not only did Sharron face the collapsing and annihilating mirror world, but so did Mr. Moon Emlyn.

    Clad in the Robe of Divine Blood, he saw the ground collapse and the surroundings fade into nothingness. The malice within him grew increasingly uncontrollable. Spreading the bat-like wings covered in membranes on his back, he transformed into moonlight, directing it toward Demoness of White Katarina, who was also caught in the catastrophe, as though he was dragging her along with him.

    Seeing the crimson moonlight approaching her, Katarina smiled and allowed the blood-red moonlight to shine upon her.

    Crack!

    Her body shattered under the corrosive influence of the blood-red moonlight, reverting to a mirror.

    Moments later, she reappeared in another section of the collapsing battlefield, smiling as she watched the mirror world's destruction consume both the crimson moonlight and herself.

    This battlefield soon turned into a void.

    Seconds later, due to the overall structure of the mirror world remaining intact, boundaries formed within the void, creating new stable regions.

    Demoness of White Katarina stepped out of the void, fully resurrected.

    She had indeed perished in the destruction, but through her mirror self outside the collapsed area, she returned.

    This method was a quick way to resolve matters.

    After scanning her surroundings and finding no trace of her enemy, Katarina smirked.

    At that moment, a brazen voice echoed in her mind-it was The Moon Emlyn's.

    "If I were you, I wouldn't be smiling."

    "You're still alive?" Demoness of White Katarina blurted out and instinctively activated her Mirror Substitution.

    The mirror left in her place shattered, and Katarina's figure appeared at the edge of the region.

    Yet Emlyn's voice persisted in her mind: "If you had died completely earlier, I would've perished too. But you didn't.

    "Your greatest mistake was assuming resurrection would solve everything after your emotions and desires were first triggered. You didn't try to calm yourself.

    "You and your mirror self share a connected psyche. If I could plant the seeds of malice deep within your mind, I could also erode your mirror self's psyche.

    "When my main body is destroyed, I can use these seeds to revive within you-igniting your desires, burning your blood!

    "Malice never dies. Neither do demons."

    Demoness of White Katarina triggered her Mirror Substitution multiple times, but The Moon Emlyn's voice never stopped.

    Blood seeped from her pores, enveloping her completely.

    Her mirror self suffered a similar fate.

    Suddenly, the entire mirror world-or perhaps the entire world-began to shake violently.

    …

    Within the special mirror world, amid the intense tremors, 0-17's eyes grew increasingly dull and lifeless.

    Her body rapidly faded, as if being erased by an invisible eraser.

    The Sealed Artifact departed the battlefield, returning to a protected zone. The divine descent of the Evernight Goddess had concluded.

    The tremors caused by the attacks on the astral barrier subsided.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek turned Her gaze to Lumian, who was gripping Salinger's Blood Banner, using it as the vessel for the Sword of Destruction.

    The deity had earlier escaped his strike by deliberately shattering Her Mirror Substitution. Now, She reappeared in another part of the sky, saying with a chuckle,

    "Now it's just the two of us."

    Before She could finish, the figure of Amon, wearing His pointed hat and monocle, suddenly appeared in the area.

    Adjusting His still-glowing monocle, Amon smiled at the Primordial Demoness Cheek.

    "Apologies for being late. I had to make a quick trip to the astral world to steal a wish and enjoy a little dessert."

    Amon's voice layered over itself, emanating from multiple rapidly flickering figures-never staying in one place long enough to be Charmed or attacked by the Primordial Demoness.

    Hearing Amon's words, Primordial Demoness Cheek narrowed Her eyes and clenched Her right fist.

    The vortex of chaos that engulfed everything reappeared and expanded rapidly, attempting to consume the entire region.

    "And that wish is..." Amon's monocle glowed brighter, releasing the stolen wish.

    At the same moment, He Blinked away from the oncoming vortex.

    A voice reverberated across the area, so potent that even the all-encompassing chaos could only weaken it, unable to swallow it completely in short fashion.

    "My wish is:

    "All envisioned things in the special mirror world shall vanish briefly."
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      Emlyn really gone from, "Not knowing how to fight and spam lightning" To " Betting his own life to outsmart thousands years old Demigod"
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        Readers:when did he became an 'actual' messiah?? Wasn't it just supposed to be a lie to make him believe to join TC ?

        Emyln: always has been oru2x
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    1135 The Path of Justice





    The moment the Demoness of Crimson saw Klein Moretti emerge from the Blackthorn Security Company, an indescribable, instinctive, and overwhelming terror surged within her.

    Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, clacking at a rapid pace.

    In her eyes, the Blackthorn Security Company appeared like a deep and dark cathedral, and the opponent from before was its bishop—serving the unknown, the mysterious, the bizarre, and the horrifying.

    Now, the greatest horror they served had stepped out.

    The Demoness of Crimson let out a sharp, fear-laden scream, her hair rising into the air. It thickened, became slimy, and burst open like a blooming flower, exposing black-and-white eyeballs.

    Overwhelmed by extreme terror, she lost control.

    And losing control would affect her mirror self and the slumbering mirrors.

    In the next second, the movements of the out-of-control Demoness of Crimson became jerky and stiff, as if her joints were filled with glue or entirely rusted.

    Her eyes, once brimming with fear and instinctual allure, quickly returned to normal. The transmission of Petrification and Pleasure through her long, thick black hair abruptly ceased.

    She became docile. She became a marionette.

    The figure of Klein Moretti, summoned by The Star Leonard through dreaming, could only perform one attack. He chose to turn her into a marionette.

    Then, he dissipated at the entrance of the Blackthorn Security Company.

    The dream shattered.

    The Star Leonard opened his eyes to see the marionette of the Demoness of Crimson collapse lifelessly to the ground, devoid of any vitality. She was dead for good, with no chance of resurrection.

    With a dull thud, the Pillar of Severity, no longer bound by invisible threads, crashed onto the void-black ground.

    This change in the battlefield and The Star Leonard's performance struck fear into the hearts of the other Demonesses of Unaging.

    They were all Sequence 3 Saints equipped with Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, so how had he dealt with the Demoness of Crimson so swiftly?

    Moreover, the Demoness of Crimson was a Demoness of Unaging, notoriously hard to kill and adept at resurrection!

    If Leonard took a little more time to seal the Pillar of Severity, the battlefield partitions would be invalidated, and he and the Planeswalker would gain the freedom to join any other battlefield!

    The Demoness of Orange felt an increasing sense of urgency.

    Before her floated a card inlaid with what seemed to be shattered diamonds, radiating a brilliant light. The card's face constantly shifted between characters and scenes, producing a variety of effects directed at Mr. Sun and Madam Judgment.

    But for now, none of these effects could break through the divine barrier created by the crown of dawn, nor could they allow the Demoness of Orange to bypass it and Blink directly to her targets.

    The Demoness of Orange could only hope that the Demoness of Gold, with her Eye of God, would quickly unravel the divine barrier's mysteries, weaknesses, or flaws and launch a targeted attack.

    This urgency wasn't solely due to how quickly the battlefield of the Demoness of Crimson had been resolved, which filled her with dread about the rapidly shifting tides of battle. It was also because the longer she used Tamara's Everchanging Card, the more likely one of its negative effects would manifest upon her.

    As the characters and scenes on the card's face shifted continuously, the fixed pattern on Tamara's Everchanging Card's back would gradually change, producing various effects that acted upon the cardholder herself.

    The Demoness of Orange glanced at the Demoness of Gold from the corner of her eye, noting the beads of sweat on her companion's forehead, which made the vertical eye on her forehead ornament gleam even more brilliantly.

    Clearly, the Eye of God was not easy to use.

    Meanwhile, having relied on Madam Judgment's help to activate the Glory Crown and create the divine barrier, The Sun Derrick finally caught his breath.

    Looking at the Demonesses of Gold and Orange beyond the barrier, as well as the other battlefields and the dark, illusory mirror world, he found himself momentarily dazed.

    He remembered what Mr. Fool had said to him at the temporary gathering, 'Go and pursue your justice…'

    What is my justice?

    What is the core justice that I am willing to cast everything else aside for?

    Once again, The Sun Derrick felt the doubts that had plagued him for years.

    After leaving the City of Silver and stepping out of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, he had witnessed normal ways of living and been exposed to a greater variety of values:

    Good and evil;

    Right and wrong;

    Wealth and poverty;

    Oppression and resistance…

    These were all aspects of justice that The Sun Derrick had contemplated and practiced in his daily life.

    But he always felt that none of them represented his core principle of justice—something else was more important.

    This confusion had prevented The Sun Derrick from summarizing the final acting principle, leaving him unable to completely digest the potion of Justice Mentor.

    In a flash of thought, considering the significance and purpose of this operation, scenes suddenly unfolded before Derrick's eyes:

    The crimson moon piercing through barriers, descending to the ground;

    The sky becoming perpetually dark, illuminated only by moonlight and starlight;

    Humans piling into spheres, floating amidst the murk;

    The Forsaken Land of the Gods distinguishing day and night by the frequency of lightning strikes;

    The Chief pushing open the door to the Giant King's Court, letting sunlight pour in…

    The Sun Derrick's body moved, as though transported to the past.

    He understood what justice he most wanted to pursue:

    It was light, it was the sun—it was the existence and continuation of humanity as a species!

    For that, he was willing to abandon everything else!

    The Proof of Glory atop Derrick's head suddenly radiated brilliant light, and the immense power was directed toward the second Saint present, Madam Judgment, Xio Derecha.

    The asymmetrical black-and-gold mask on Madam Judgment's face wriggled again. She withdrew the divine barrier, allowing a silver-white rapier to appear and pierce into the Demoness of Orange's body.

    Magnify!

    Using Solomon's Mask, Madam Judgment amplified the silver-white rapier imbued with power from Mr. Sun.

    Inside the Demoness of Orange, the silver-white radiance exploded.

    It brimmed with destruction, yet it was also sacred and resplendent.

    On another battlefield.

    The sacred armor adorning The Hanged Man Alger temporarily suppressed his malicious thoughts, preventing him from succumbing to the corrupted influences of the Demoness of Cyan Yalenna. Her Cull of Spiritual Flesh could not easily bypass the armor's defenses.

    However, the Cull of Spiritual Flesh, combined with a Sword of Destruction, eventually tore through the pure armor formed by divine sunlight, annihilating it completely.

    At that moment, a new rule appeared on the brass book in Mr. Hanged Man's hand. 'Normal beings may have one and only one head. All others must die!'

    The three-headed black rooster perched on the Demoness of Cyan's shoulder suddenly trembled, as though sensing its impending doom.

    Plop, plop! Two heads—one bare and the other with a dark red comb—fell off, their severed necks unnaturally clean, as though sliced by a blade.

    Yet no blood spurted from the wounds. Instead, the severed heads fused with flesh and bone, wriggling as they attempted to grow new heads. However, an invisible force suppressed them, preventing success.

    With Mr. Hanged Man freed from his dangerous predicament, Franca's situation shifted as well.

    Franca had been biding her time, anticipating the backlash from the Sealed Artifacts used by her three opponents after making the prophecy. Yet, as she observed the Demoness of Silver and the Demoness of Cyan, she noticed their subtle infatuation with her intentional display of charm.

    Wh— Franca realized a possibility.

    The original Demonesses of Silver and Cyan might have died after the crimson moon's descent. The current ones were newly advanced Demonesses of Unaging.

    Since the digestion of the Unaging potion usually took a century, these newly advanced might still be in an emotionally and lustfully unstable state for several years—perhaps even a decade or more—making them vulnerable to the allure of Demonesses of the same tier.

    And it had been less than a year since the crimson moon's descent!

    Realizing this, Franca deliberately gave the Demonesses of Silver and Cyan a seductive smile.

    Full Charm!

    Even if her guess was wrong, Franca figured using Charm wasn't a poor choice. There was little to lose in trying.

    The Demonesses of Silver and Cyan's gazes turned enamored, longing to kneel before Franca's boots. The Demoness of Brown was similarly affected, but thoughts of her current lover helped her break free from the horrifying allure.

    Beyond all the battlefields, on the dark periphery of this region.

    A figure lay in wait.

    He had white hair and wore a black robe. His eyes were deep and lightless, marking Him unmistakably as Miracle Invoker Zaratul.

    Zaratul had followed the orders of the Great Mother and arrived long ago, yet He hadn't joined the battle immediately. Instead, He remained hidden, patiently waiting for the right moment—the opportunity to convert everyone into marionettes and claim a bounty of Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts.

    That moment had come.

    In the nearby shadows, Zaratul's current marionettes were ready, each capable of using His abilities to create more marionettes.

    Suddenly, Zaratul felt an intense sense of danger.

    It was as if something was burrowing into His body.

    He quickly attempted to switch places with one of his marionettes.

    It was futile. Not only were all His marionettes similarly infiltrated by something, but His attempt to exchange places had inexplicably failed—as though the very thought had been stolen from Him.

    A figure appeared before Zaratul, wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle.

    Amon!

    Amon's monocle reflected a glimmer of light. With a smile, He addressed Zaratul, 'I'm a bit late. But I felt there was still enough time, so I waited outside for any potential dessert to arrive.'

    'Quite the coincidence…'

    As he spoke, Amon lifted His head to gaze upward and added with a smile,

    'I know this body of yours is merely a historical projection. But for the Error pathway, if a historical projection is Parasitized, doesn't that mean the original was also Parasitized? If your past self is Parasitized, how could your present self possibly avoid it? It's inevitable!'

    A flicker of desperation flashed in Zaratul's eyes, yet the arrangements beyond His historical projection needed time.

    Just a second or two later, His pupils seemed to dilate, carrying a hint of relief. Then, He smiled.

    He accepted the monocle Amon offered and placed it on His right eye.
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      Lived as a fraud, died as a fraud, RIP Zaratul, Lord of The Frauds.
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        Somehow he has no luck. I should have not taken part in this whole story at all. He had to hide as the Hunters Sauron and Einhorn did.
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      now way he died just after the chapter I concluded that he'll survive the apocalypse lmao 😭🤣
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      MysteriousAttendant
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      This f**king cockroach is finally die hahaha
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      Rest in piss bozo you will not be missed

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    Chapter 1134: Time Is Running Out


    As Matriarch Roland's expression shifted, the tree-like black hair bathed in the crimson moonlight stretched toward the airborne Primordial Demoness.

    The hair seemed to gain life and intelligence, turning against its original owner.

    Throughout the "primeval rainforest" region, both in midair and on the ground, countless tiny, unseen mystical pathogens abruptly expanded in size. Some resembled fluffy spheres, others were clawed monstrosities, and some wore bizarre crowns. They varied widely in form and effect, embodying the authorities of Disease and Plague-capable of eroding even deities.

    At this moment, these mystical pathogens, secretly spread by Primordial Demoness Cheek, gained enhanced power and turned against Her, targeting Her true body, Lumian, and 0-17.

    All things have a spirit!

    Primordial Demoness Cheek chuckled softly at the sight.

    This laugh stirred an itch in the hearts of Lumian, 0-17, Matriarch Roland, the black hair, and even the mystical pathogens, slowing their actions.

    Then, the Primordial Demoness unveiled Her Mythical Creature form.

    She became enormous, still clad in Her white, bone-made dress, Her visage growing increasingly beautiful yet exuding different temperaments from various angles: pure, elegant, majestic, delicate, pristine, and decadent...

    Her black hair, as thick as pythons, exuded an eerie slickness. Some strands rose and rotated, their black- and-white eyes spinning; others extended forward. sprouting serpent-like heads that flicked their tongues: and others coiled at Her feet, forming a vortex of snakes.

    Whether one gazed directly at the Primordial Demoness or not, everything within the "primeval rainforest" reacted instinctively to Her presence.

    The right half of Lumian's body swelled at the chest, while Cheek's face on his left side flushed seductively, the chaotic whirlpool-like visage subtly turning, resisting the mesmerizing allure.

    The lifeless black eyes of 0-17 began to flicker faintly, betraying a hint of infatuation and intoxication.

    Matriarch Roland's brown eyes turned tender and watery, Her lips parted to exhale a breath of turbid air.

    The bird-clawed infants attached to Her upper body ceased seeking milk and turned toward the sky in longing. The males among them even grew unfamiliar organs while their existing ones retracted, transforming them into girls.

    The black hair that constituted the "primeval rainforest also transformed into the hair of young girls, while the rebellious mystical pathogens became girl-like as well. All of them fell hopelessly under Primordial Demoness Cheek's spell.

    Suddenly, Cheek's figure disappeared, flickering through the special mirror world to reappear around Matriarch Roland in various positions-high, low, left, right, in front, and behind-each leaving behind a Mirror Projection.

    Each projection spoke in soft tones, sometimes laughing, sometimes weeping, their voices overlapping.

    "My daughter doesn't want to acknowledge me as her mother?"

    "But She truly was born from the Original Creator."

    "And I am the man destined to become the Original Creator's feminine aspect."

    "If She seeks my help, I would offer it willingly-that is a parent's duty."

    "But She cannot stop the birth of Her father and mother!"

    "…"

    The Primordial Demoness's true body returned to the sky.

    She clenched Her right fist.

    With this motion, all the Mirror Projections surrounding Matriarch Roland collapsed into vortices composed of an illusory liquid encompassing all colors and possibilities.

    These dozens of chaotic vortices rapidly expanded and merged into a single mass, swallowing Matriarch Roland, the clawed infants, and the crimson moon rising into the sky.

    It heralded an apocalypse-a return to the primordial state.

    Within the massive chaotic vortex, the crimson moon and Matriarch Roland floated intermittently, resisting complete disintegration and assimilation, struggling against the pull toward the primordial.

    At this moment, a giant sword wreathed in black flames of destruction descended from the sky, striking the crimson moon and Matriarch Roland.

    The sword, which embodied madness and destruction, was wielded by Lumian, splitting the crimson moon and Matriarch Roland apart.

    Next, a spectral, abnormally-shaped scythe, cloaked in profound silence and darkness, arrived, cleaving into the split crimson moon and Matriarch Roland's form.

    At this critical juncture, both Lumian and 0-17 prioritized burying Matriarch Roland and the mutations She brought forth!

    Lumian's sapphire eyes met Primordial Demoness Cheek's gaze, as if to say, "This is our battle to resolve."

    The Primordial Demoness returned a sweet, approving smile.

    With the participation of the Sword of Destruction and the silent darkness, the chaotic mass binding the crimson moon and Matriarch Roland began to change.

    It swallowed the two, collapsing violently and condensing into a deep, human-knuckle-sized black dot.

    The black dot lacked something crucial, preventing it from further compression.

    In an instant, the unstable black dot swelled and exploded, releasing a violent burst of light and heat.

    The region of the special mirror world regained "substance," gradually stabilizing, but it no longer resembled the original primeval rainforest.

    In the sky, the bright stars reappeared, and the crimson moon had not completely vanished. Instead, it became distant and dim, as though separated from the battlefield by layers of barriers-barriers of destruction and eternal darkness-temporarily preventing its return.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek withdrew Her gaze from the distant crimson moon, smiling at Lumian and 0-17. "Time is running out; it's your turn now."

    As She spoke, shadows enveloped 0-17's delicate features, as if plunging Her into deep, silent darkness.

    This signified that the descent of the Evernight Goddess was nearing its end.

    The barrier that had to be maintained and 0-17's limitations as an Angel placed a cap on how long She could continue the divine descent.

    …

    In the depths of the mirror world, on another battlefield.

    Demoness of White Katarina, upon the battlefield's rebalancing, immediately activated the Love's Dread ring worn on her left middle finger.

    The crystalline spikes on the ring's glass band emitted a soft illusion.

    The Demoness of Unaging's skin lost some of its luster while retaining a faint sheen. Her eyes, nose, and mouth took on doll-like characteristics.

    She transformed into an extraordinarily beautiful and intricately crafted doll, exuding a perfectly complementary charm.

    To Mr. Moon Emlyn, this was incredibly captivating.

    Under normal circumstances, he might have stopped to admire her, unwilling to cause harm. However, at this moment, he wore the crimson robe woven from what seemed to be blood.

    The robe easily triggered his inner malice, countering the infatuation and even amplifying it.

    To Katarina's surprise, Mr. Moon Emlyn transformed into blood-like moonlight and charged toward her with intense possessiveness, rather than succumbing to infatuation or a desire to protect.

    Instinctively, Katarina extended gray-white energy from her left hand, spreading toward the viscous blood-like moonlight.

    Simultaneously, indescribable ravings echoed in her ears, as if her innermost malicious emotions and desires were singing in unison.

    Her hair lifted, thickened, and became slimy, about to sprout black-and-white eyeballs.

    She showed signs of losing control.

    Blood flowed from her nostrils, ears, mouth, and eyes.

    Her heart nearly stopped, and her blood seemed to ignite.

    Crack!

    Katarina shattered, activating her Mirror Substitution ability.

    The surging crimson moonlight turned gray-white and solidified into stone. However, the unaffected portion of blood and light abruptly retracted, reforming into Mr. Moon Emlyn clad in his crimson robe with bat-like wings.

    The Demoness of White's figure appeared in a corner of the battlefield, and she prepared to unleash catastrophe upon the area using the Love's Dread ring.

    In the mirror world, catastrophe equated to fragmentation and collapse!

    On another separated battlefield.

    After confirming her opponent as Leonard, the Demoness of Crimson promptly revealed the second rule on the surface of the Pillar of Severity, suspended by invisible threads:

    "Teleportation is prohibited here!"

    Seeing the ancient Hermes script in brass tones emerge on the dark stone pillar, Leonard, who had been clearing his mind, recalled Pallez Zoroast in his thoughts.

    The Angel of Time's form appeared through the Staff of the Stars, manifesting before Leonard as an ancient wall clock, taking on the impact of time.

    Clang!

    A distant chime echoed, and the hands of the clock face-marked by blue and black-froze.

    The Demoness of Crimson and the Pillar of Severity were immediately suspended in time.

    Seizing the opportunity, Leonard activated his Nightmare abilities, falling into a deep slumber.

    Shortly after, the chime faded, and everything returned to normal. Pallez Zoroast's form had already vanished.

    The Demoness of Crimson was drawn into a dreamscape-a dream tied to The Star Leonard's.

    This prevented her from using the Pillar of Severity. Instead, she saw a staircase and a sign: "Blackthorn Security Company."

    One of the Staff of the Stars' functions was to allow the wielder to recreate corresponding abilities or individuals through mental visualization, enabling the summoned figure to launch a single attack.

    Naturally, sufficient understanding of the ability or Individual was required to avoid anomalies.

    Before this mission, The Star Leonard had asked Miss Justice to incept a psychological cue in him, ensuring he would dream of Blackthorn Security Company and a certain individual upon falling asleep.

    This mental visualization enabled the Staff of the Stars to assist in bringing the figure to life,

    In the next instant, the Demoness of Crimson saw someone emerge from the door of Blackthorn Security Company.

    The man wore a top hat, a formal suit, and carried a cane. He had black hair, brown eyes, an ordinary face, and a scholarly air-Klein Moretti.
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      CF is back writing peak again
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        Максим Довбняк
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        He woke up at the end of the book, like Klein
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          Mando_03
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          who is he?
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            TempestUknow
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            "He" refers to our beloved author "Cuttlefish That Loves Diving"
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        Doksoo
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        what is so distinctive about these chapters that "CF is back writing peak again"?
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          TempestUknow
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          If LOTM at these stages felt 9.5/10 COI during vol 7 end and VOL 8 start felt 8/10
          now its 9/10 again
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            Doksoo
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            I didn't notice any difference personally for me, everything is as good as ever in lotm, and it remains so
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            unknown007
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            I mean we should appreciate he can still pull out plot and make it interesting after the previous peak book. After using so many good ideas, he can still make the sequel good story, twists after twists
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        That's just your bias speaking.
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