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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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    1133 Changes on the Battlefield





    Wearing Solomon's Mask, which caused her to grow significantly taller to over six feet, Madam Judgment Xio Derecha placed her right hand on the asymmetrical black-and-gold mask.

    The black-and-gold mask began to writhe as though burrowing deeper into Madam Judgment's face.

    Distortion!

    Solomon's Mask could distort rules to a certain extent.

    This time, Madam Judgment chose to distort the rule created by the Pillar of Severity: 'The battlefield shall be divided.'

    As a seasoned Imperative Mage and long-time Chaos Hunter, Xio had spent years maintaining order and constructing rules to limit enemies and enhance herself. This seemed at odds with distorting rules, but perhaps it was precisely because she understood rules so deeply that, at this moment, she knew exactly where to twist them for maximum effect.

    The underlying principle of 'The battlefield shall be divided' was to 'end chaos, restore order, and enforce balance.' Since the goal was balance, the balance itself could be distorted to become even more extreme.

    The disparity in strength between the two sides—including Sealed Artifacts—was clearly not balanced. How could that be called balance?

    If you want balance, I'll make it even more balanced!

    In an instant, the matchups on the battlefield changed:

    Madam Judgment Xio Derecha was drawn into the battlefield of Mr. Sun Derrick and the Demoness of Gold, along with her original opponent, the Demoness of Orange holding Tamara's Everchanging Card.

    2 vs. 2!

    With Madam Judgment's assistance, Mr. Sun Derrick could finally wield the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact—Proof of Glory. This adjustment balanced the power between the two factions, achieving a distorted equilibrium.

    The other matchups were as follows:

    Mr. Hanged Man Alger, wielding 0-02 and the Card of Blasphemy: Tyrant, faced the Demoness of Cyan Yalenna, who had The Setting Sun Rooster perched on her shoulder.

    Mr. Moon Emlyn, clad in the Robe of Divine Blood, opposed the Demoness of White Katarina, who wore the Love's Dread ring.

    Mr. Star Leonard, holding the Staff of the Stars, was matched against the Demoness of Crimson, the wielder of the Pillar of Severity.

    Two of Cups Franca—equipped with the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture and the Face of the Arcane—fought against three Demonesses of Unaging—Silver, Brown, and Green, who were armed only with Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts.

    Madam Temperance Sharron, holding the Box of the Great Old Ones, faced both the Demoness of Black Clarice, wearing the Calamity of Crimson, and the true Angel, the mirrored Roselle Gustav.

    In this distorted equilibrium, it seemed that the Box of the Great Old Ones needed to contend with both an Angel and a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact to maintain balance. This was likely because the third layer of the box contained something incredibly dangerous and terrifying.

    Realizing the unfavorable situation, Madam Temperance Sharron couldn't help but shudder internally. However, she had long been accustomed to controlling her emotions and desires, avoiding panic or anxiety.

    Without hesitation, she opened the top layer of the silver-black jewelry box.

    Empress Roselle watched coldly. Whether She hadn't had time to react or had Her own considerations, She used no abilities.

    Demoness of Black Clarice, just as her crystalline crimson crown began to glow, suddenly felt her body stiffen. She could barely move, as though she were a wind-up toy that hadn't been fully wound.

    She noticed that the previously void-like edges of the mirror world had taken on a tangible form, reflecting a silver-black sheen and becoming textured with granules.

    Within the first layer of the Box of the Great Old Ones, the corresponding section of the mirror world had been shrunk down and encapsulated as part of a miniature diorama.

    In this miniature scene, both Demoness of Black Clarice and Empress Roselle were reduced to palm-sized figures, their movements stiff and jerky, like lifelike wind-up toys.

    The next moment, crimson light flared, and the entire 'toy house' collapsed, dragging both the Demoness of Black and Empress Roselle into layer upon layer of annihilating void.

    Catastrophe descended.

    Suddenly, an illusory torrent of complex information surged upward from the void, spilling out of the still-open first layer of the Box of the Great Old Ones.

    The torrent swiftly reassembled into the mature and beautiful form of Empress Roselle.

    Madam Temperance Sharron was prepared. Her sapphire eyes reflected the image of the reformed Angel.

    She abruptly reached out with her right hand toward her own eye, plucking out the eyeball that had locked onto Empress Roselle's form. It came out bloodily.

    As a Sequence 3 Disciple of Silence, her use of the ability Source of Curses no longer harmed herself. However, against an Angel who might be Sequence 1, she had to go all out, using this method to enhance the curse's effectiveness.

    She didn't expect this to finish off an Angel but only sought to buy herself some time.

    In this area teeming with Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, no one knew how long the distorted equilibrium would hold or if anyone could circumvent the restrictions to come to her aid. These were variables, inevitable ones. Under the blessings of fate and the miracles of Mr. Fool, Sharron believed the ensuing variables would likely favor her. For now, her job was to stall for time, awaiting change, and to prevent herself from being swiftly defeated by the combined efforts of Empress Roselle and the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact-wielding Demoness of Black.

    Madam Temperance Sharron quickly threw the eyeball—still frozen with Empress Roselle's image—into the spirit world.

    In the spirit world, an enormous bird, indescribable in form, swooped down, snatching the eyeball in its beak and flying deep into the spirit world, heading toward the heights where the Seven Lights were.

    Such an encounter would affect the true body, resulting in a curse akin to banishment. Furthermore, the target would be subjected to constant attacks from dangerous creatures in the spirit world while being banished.

    Empress Roselle glanced at Madam Temperance Sharron's now-empty, blood-dripping eye socket and gave a nod of approval for her decisiveness and resolve.

    The Angel did not resist the curse, allowing Herself to be dragged into the depths of the spirit world, disappearing from this battlefield.

    '…' Sharron froze for a moment, faintly realizing that Empress Roselle might not have wanted to participate in this battle.

    Her pale doll-like face was now streaked with crimson blood dripping from her missing eye, giving her ghostly, wraith-like aura an even more terrifying edge.

    At this point, Demoness of Black Clarice, having resurrected through her mirrored self, reemerged from the shadows, once again wearing the Calamity of Crimson.

    She had escaped the influence of the Box of the Great Old Ones through self-destruction.

    On another battlefield, Mr. Hanged Man Alger, noticing the disadvantageous situation Sharron faced, immediately prepared to open the Trunsoest Brass Book to add patch-like rules to the distorted equilibrium and alter the unfavorable dynamics.

    The Trunsoest Brass Book had been unsealed but still suffered from deceit and trickery, leaving it with no blank space to inscribe new rules. Under these circumstances, its activation level was minimal, only capable of basic and initial applications. Yet, for Mr. Hanged Man Alger, this was sufficient.

    At that moment, Demoness of Cyan Yalenna's three-headed black rooster raised its middle head with the bright crest: 'Cock-a-doodle-doo!'

    The crowing, which should have heralded dawn, instead summoned darkness.

    Mr. Hanged Man Alger suddenly felt his soul plummeting, sinking into the viscous black depths of his inner psyche.

    Malice, dissatisfaction, and jealousy surged within him. He felt an overwhelming urge to conserve his strength and avoid unnecessary risks.

    Why have they all become Angels, while I've yet to see my dawn?

    These emotions affected Alger's actions. The black rooster's other two heads turned toward him simultaneously:

    The crestless head raised its left wing high, causing the space around him to darken and thicken, folding inward to form a spherical prison.

    The head with the faded crest had pitch-black eyes as Demoness of Cyan Yalenna's left hand materialized a straight sword of abyssal depth.

    Meanwhile, in her right hand, Yalenna now held a straight sword wreathed in black flames, the fire embodying madness, savagery, and destruction.

    She swung both swords at Mr. Hanged Man Alger, who was trapped within the spatial sphere.

    Suddenly, Mr. Hanged Man Alger's body shone with dazzling, holy sunlight, swiftly forming armor over his entire body.

    Before entering the mirror world and joining the battle, Mr. Sun Derrick had cast the Sunlight Domain spell of Holy Armor on all his companions, except for Madam Temperance Sharron and Mr. Moon Emlyn.

    On yet another battlefield.

    Facing the combined assault of Demonesses of Silver, Brown, and Green, Franca used her Mirror Substitution to withstand the first wave of attacks.

    Her silhouette then appeared in a corner, and she rapidly flipped open the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture to a specific page.

    With her will, she had inscribed a prophecy onto the parchment: 'All demigods attacking me will suffer the backlash of their own Sealed Artifacts due to bad luck.'

    Smack!

    The moment the Prophecy took effect, Franca employed Mirror Substitution to evade the Demoness of Brown's curse.

    …

    In the special mirror world,

    A crimson full moon rose slowly, casting a faint, eerie red hue over the rainforest-like black hair and the gray-white stones scattered everywhere.

    Seeing this, Primordial Demoness Cheek spat with a smile, neither alarmed nor angry.

    As She created multiple mirror projections to evade the attacks of Lumian and 0-17, She addressed Roland, the former Matriarch of the Church of Earth Mother, who still carried numerous bird-clawed infants on Her body, 'My daughter sent someone to stop me?

    'Does She not want me to be Her mother?

    'As a mother, how can a mother lack a mother?

    'Or is She waiting for me and Alista to unite again and give birth to Her anew?'

    Hearing this, Matriarch Roland, whose expression had been kindly and loving, suddenly turned grim.
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    Chapter 1132: Authority


    In the grayish-white cavern-like special mirror world, only the strands of black hair, as thick as rainforest trees, retained their original color, either shooting toward the sky or wrapping around Lumian from all directions.

    After being gazed upon by Primordial Demoness Cheek, Lumian's body suddenly petrified. A large swath of grayish-white swiftly spread over the central and right heads on his shoulders, turning them into stone sculptures.

    The next second, the petrification abruptly halted, stopping just before it reached the chaotic vortex face embedded with 0-01, which no longer wore the dark gold mask.

    The petrifying power fused into the vortex without any effect.

    "Haha! This head is indeed useful!" Lumian's laughter boomed from the vortex face, reverberating with a buzzing echo.

    As the voice rang out, his body ignited with formless, colorless flames.

    Amidst crackling sounds, chunks of grayish-white peeled off his surface, and the flames reconstructed his enormous body.

    Lumian raised his right hand and pulled Salinger's Blood Banner, embedded in the vortex's forehead, free.

    As he did, the left head on his shoulder turned, and the softened features of Alista Tudor's face came into view, gazing upward.

    His expression seemed dissatisfied, almost chastising, as if silently questioning Primordial Demoness Cheek, clothed in a bone-white dress: Why do you resist? Why not surrender willingly?

    Isn't our union something you've always desired?

    Utilizing Blood Emperor Alista Tudor's face, Lumian wielded the dangerous banner that matched his fiery giant body and swung it at Primordial Demoness Cheek, whose blue eyes glimmered with reluctance to fight to the death, Her allure rendering Her opponents unable to strike.

    Invisible, formless flames surged into the air, roaring as they raced toward their target.

    Within the flames, figures of blazing humanoid fire emerged one after another. These entities possessed a degree of intelligence, obeying Lumian's commands. They surrounded Primordial Demoness Cheek from all directions, cutting off any escape routes. Acting as Lumian's soldiers, they shared his spirituality, power, and abilities like Teleportation.

    This was an extension of the Conqueror's ability to transform lifeless objects into soldiers, amplified by Sealed Artifact 0-01.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek watched with a radiant smile, as if admiring the performance of a lover, without immediately reacting.

    She raised Her right hand, clenching it gently as the formless, colorless flames and the countless fire soldiers approached.

    At Her center, a vortex suddenly appeared- remarkably similar to the chaotic vortex embedded in Lumian's left shoulder. Composed of liquid encompassing all colors, this vortex was far larger.

    The formless, colorless flames, along with the innumerable fire soldiers, were sucked into the vortex, shredded into fragments, and dissolved, becoming part of the myriad unrealized possibilities.

    Within the nearly sky-filling chaotic vortex, Primordial Demoness Cheek-draped in Her black hair and white bone dress-emerged once again. She remained dazzlingly beautiful, an irresistible sight that stirred even the surrounding grayish-white stones to agitate in Her presence.

    This was a manifestation of one of the Demoness's authorities.

    Honorific titles like "The Female Body of the Primordial God Almighty," "The mirrored Original Creator-the Oldest One," and "The True Successor of the Original Creator" were labels that Cheek Herself had added after merging with the Blood Emperor Alista Tudor, discovering and utilizing the hidden features of the Catastrophe pathway. However, the Sequence 0 Demoness of the Witch pathway being named "Primordial Demoness" or "Chaos Demoness," predated Her deification and was recorded on the Second Blasphemy Slate.

    This referred both to the feminine aspect of a Demoness as an extension of the Primordial God Almighty and to one of the Demoness's authorities: the authority over the return of all things to chaos and the primordial state. This was a branch of the symbolism of destruction and endings, distinct from death, eternal darkness, decay, ruin, slaughter, or fragmentation as methods of finality.

    It, along with authorities like "femininity," "charm," "the mirror world," and "dark magic," was a core authority of the Demoness and an elevated concept encompassing "apocalypse" and "catastrophe."

    Thus, the Demoness was a demoness who wielded chaos.

    The Primordial God Almighty was unaware of the setup and contingency plans left by the Original Creator to stabilize existence when accommodating the City of Calamity. The reason this was the first sefirah to be accommodated must have been due to a mystical connection, an instinctive tendency that had long existed!

    Primordial Demoness Cheek emerged from the chaos with a charming smile, causing even Lumian, whose heart was burning with rage and hatred, to momentarily lose focus.

    The face of Alista Tudor was filled with madness, driving the scorched banner of 0-01 to rise.

    On the banner, the ominous blackened bloodstains revealed their original colors, radiating an aura of conquest so overwhelming that even deities might bow Their heads.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek paused for a moment, as if reminded of the past.

    At this moment, the figure of 0-17, clad in a hooded black robe adorned with silver stars, appeared in the high sky where the chaotic vortex had receded. Above Her was a scene of brilliant constellations reflected from the mirror.

    With a delicate face and dark, deep eyes, 0-17 wielded a phantom black scythe, swinging it toward the Primordial Demoness as though culling the wheat of life.

    A dense, profound, and silent darkness surged forth, following the trajectory of the scythe and rapidly engulfing the target.

    Wherever the darkness passed, the projections of brilliant stars were submerged, one after another extinguishing their own radiance.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek raised Her right hand once again.

    Around Her, the vortex of chaos, embracing all possibilities, became prominent and rapidly expanded, colliding with the darkness brought forth by the scythe.

    In an instant, Lumian's vision lost all light, his hearing fell silent, and his spirituality ceased its perception.

    It was as if the world had reached its end in an apocalypse, welcoming the final conclusion and return.

    Before Lumian could form any thought, a sudden burst of light erupted. This was because the special mirror world had not yet fully collapsed or been destroyed.

    Primordial Demoness Cheek was very pleased with this outcome. She cast an alluring glance at 0-17, momentarily delaying Her next move.

    Corrupted by the Primordial God Almighty, Her control over chaos naturally surpassed normal levels, allowing Her to better unleash the might of this authority.

    Moreover, She knew that the Evernight Goddess could not maintain the descent through 0-17 for too long, whereas She, as a true Sequence 0 deity with freedom of movement, could wield Her power indefinitely and sustainably.

    Time was on Her side.

    At this moment, the shaky special mirror world suddenly accelerated its self-repair process. Lumian blinked, and the world returned to its original stability.

    The former Matriarch of the Church of Earth Mother, Roland, whose upper body was adorned with bird- clawed infants sucking nourishment from Her breasts, stepped into this place, bringing "rebirth."

    Her face bore a faint, maternal smile, and Her gentle gaze fell upon Lumian, Primordial Demoness Cheek, and 0-17.

    Behind Her, a crimson full moon slowly rose.

    …

    In the depths of the mirror world.

    After the disappearance of Roland, the former Matriarch of the Church of Earth Mother, another figure emerged.

    It was a woman wearing a gold crown inlaid with jewels, her chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. She had blue eyes, slightly thin lips, and a mature allure. Her figure was voluptuous, her features enchanting-it was the mirrored Emperor Roselle, now an Angel serving the ruler of the special mirror world.

    As Empress Roselle arrived, a flickering figure appeared in front of Her.

    It was The Magician Fors, clad in a silver star-black robe.

    While jointly fighting against the Demoness of Gray Judith and the Demoness of Yellow Tissavica with Madam Justice, Fors also participated in the mirror world battle.

    This was the characteristic of a Planeswalker.

    The Demoness Sect was not unfamiliar with this phenomenon. On the one hand, Madam Magician had been one of the most active members of the Tarot Club in recent years, naturally drawing attention. On the other hand, the Demoness Sect itself possessed a relevant Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.

    It was called "Tamara's Everchanging Card" and was currently wielded by the Demoness of Orange.

    Upon detecting Madam Magician's appearance in the mirror world, the Demoness of Crimson, who had received prior instructions, used invisible, tough, and resilient spider silk to hoist a blackened stone pillar with a faint bronze hue.

    This was another Grade 0 Sealed Artifact of the Demoness Sect, named the "Pillar of Severity."

    As the pillar was lifted, bronzed letters emerged upon its surface: "The battlefield shall be divided."

    In an instant, the chaotic melee was split into multiple zones-soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals-in perfect balance and order.

    Until their respective battles were concluded and the corresponding battlefields dissolved, neither Angels nor Saints could interfere with other fights.

    Madam Magician's presence was immediately locked within the ruins of Trier, close to Madam Justice Audrey and facing the Demoness of Gray and Demoness of Yellow.

    Empress Roselle was no longer obstructed.

    Since She was not yet engaged in any battle, She could freely choose Her battlefield.

    The Demoness of Gold, dressed in a champagne- colored gown, faced Mr. Sun Derrick.

    She wore a vertical eye-shaped tiara, its centerpiece a perfectly cut diamond resembling an eye, set within a brass base.

    A Grade 0 Sealed Artifact-Eye of God!

    Within the Eye of God, light constantly refracted, emitting a pure yet dreamlike radiance that exposed both Mr. Sun Derrick's weaknesses and strengths.

    The Demoness of Gold suddenly smiled.

    She realized that the crown of dawn worn by her opponent was currently nothing more than an ornament, incapable of functioning.

    The Testimony of Glory required two Saints to effectively wield it!

    After the battlefield was divided for balance, Mr. Sun Derrick had temporarily lost his collaborator.

    This fact was clear to Mr. Sun Derrick and to the other Major Arcana card holders as well. Madam Judgment - wearing Solomon's Mask - immediately sought to distort the corresponding rules.
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      Char. The balancer for Sio has arrived. The Eye of God characteristic of the seq2 path of the White Tower? This is a mess
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    1131 Individual Preparations





    As 0-17 stepped out of the solitary door standing on the ruins, its figure was abruptly erased and entered directly into the special mirror world.

    Meanwhile, the Great Old Dominators who constantly monitored changes in the astral barrier began to react.

    Stars of various colors—scarlet, gold, brown, blue, and orange—lit up simultaneously, banishing the darkness and crimson in the sky. Their presence infused it with other hues and emitted creaking sounds.

    Soon after, the crimson moonlight that seemed to shine from an unknown source brightened and grew viscous, as if filled with blood.

    From within Leonard's body, segmented Worms of Time crawled out one after another. These worms assembled in front of him, forming the image of an elderly man with neatly combed white hair, deep brown eyes, a sombre demeanor, and a face largely free of wrinkles.

    The man, clad in an asymmetrical black robe, was none other than the Angel of Time Pallez Zoroast from the Church of the Fool.

    The moment Pallez appeared, He immediately addressed Leonard, 'Go support the other Major Arcana card holders in the mirror world. Leave this to me.'

    Without hesitation, The Star Leonard nodded and slightly parted his lips.

    An intangible spirit extended from one of his teeth, growing enormous and enveloping him entirely. It carried him into the mirror world.

    The next second, as if the void itself had been torn open, two figures emerged from the spirit world.

    At first glance, these figures resembled grotesque trees covered in a viscous black fluid. Upon closer inspection, they were massive, distorted human forms with twisted and terrifying arms sprouting from their bodies. These arms bore sinister features—bulging veins with crimson eyeballs, embedded skulls, tongues lined with sharp teeth, and other unimaginable horrors. The figures exuded an overwhelming aura of madness and malevolence. They were none other than the Rose School of Thought's indulgence faction's two Abominations: Suah and Tirié.

    Compared to when They previously aided in the growth of the Tree of Shadow beneath Trier, They had undergone noticeable changes.

    Suah's belly was grotesquely swollen as if He were pregnant. However, the fetus remained still, seemingly cursed and already a stillborn.

    Tirié's body, coated in tar-like fluid, was covered with dark, tumor-like growths resembling mammary glands. These tumors continuously split open and closed, secreting black milk.

    When the Great Mother descended to the ground, even under the protection of the Mother Tree of Desire through the astral barrier, Suah and Tirié could not entirely escape corruption and became pregnant several times.

    Yet, for beings like Suah and Tirié, madness was intrinsic. As long as the children weren't born, a little extra corruption didn't matter much—it merely caused Their faction members and worshipers to die in more grotesque ways or mutate into monsters more frequently.

    As an Archangel of the Error pathway and a noble from the Fourth Epoch who had lived for over two millennia, Pallez Zoroast had seen much. Even so, He couldn't suppress a frown at the sight, and His abdomen seemed to ache in phantom pain.

    Beside Him, the Angel of the Holy Spirit Reinette of the Church of the Fool stepped out of the spirit world. She had just placed four blonde, red-eyed heads back onto Her neck.

    The leader of the Rose School of Thought's temperance faction transformed into a massive doll the size of a castle. Her blood-red eyes shone beneath a black Gothic dress entwined with sinister vines and countless mysterious symbols.

    She revealed Her Mythical Creature form.

    On Pallez Zoroast's other side, atop the ruins of a building covered in green plants, The Hermit Cattleya, wearing a purple robe and no longer donning her heavy glasses, returned from a non-existent state to reality.

    She had initially intended to invite Queen Mystic Bernadette to participate in this operation to increase their chances of success. However, given the limited number of Angels remaining in the protected zone of Trier, the reduction in their forces would have been unacceptable.

    …

    When The Star Leonard arrived at the depths of the mirror world, where The Sun Derrick, Two of Cups Franca, and others were battling the Demonesses of Unaging, the area was already in shambles, as though it had suffered a partial collapse and destruction.

    Demoness of Black Clarice wore a crystalline queen's crown on her head. Beneath its translucent surface were miniature visions of hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, falling meteors, and other disasters, resembling a complex, mystical weather bottle. The crown's pinnacle was stained crimson, radiating the light of the crimson moon.

    This crown, named 'Calamity of Crimson,' was a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact originating from the remains of the Demoness of Blue.

    The holy and dignified Demoness of White Katarina had already raised her left hand. A glass ring encircled her middle finger, extending a sharp crystalline spike.

    This was 'Love's Dread,' a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact belonging to the Demoness Sect, corresponding to a Demoness of Catastrophe.

    Wearing a cyan hunting outfit, Yalenna, with thick, long eyebrows, had an unusual black rooster perched on her shoulder. Though it seemed carved from stone, it appeared alive.

    Its most distinctive feature was its three heads—a crestless one, a brightly crested one, and one with a dark red crest—and a slightly parted shared beak that revealed sharp teeth.

    This was 'The Setting Sun Rooster,' another Grade 0 Sealed Artifact held by the Demoness Sect.

    When the crimson moon descended, the Demoness Sect's headquarters suffered significant losses, retaining only five Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts. After recovering the Demoness of Blue's Beyonder characteristic, they now had six.

    Currently, these artifacts were wielded by the Demonesses of Black, White, Cyan, Gold, Crimson, and Orange, among whom two had nearly killed Franca moments earlier.

    Only through her status as a Demoness of Unaging, her numerous Mirror Substitutions, and having merged with her mirror self through reconciliation, did Franca survive the first wave of attacks and await reinforcements.

    Silver, Green, and Brown were Demonesses who had advanced after the crimson moon descended. They replaced the titles of the completely deceased and lacked the qualifications to wield a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. They could only use Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts that synergized with them.

    The colored Demonesses, who had already digested the Unaging potion, couldn't use the Calamity of Crimson and Love's Dread to advance due to their inability to complete the ritual. They could only use them as Sealed Artifacts.

    Facing such overwhelming forces, The Star Leonard drew a black staff embedded with gemstones from his Traveler's Bag.

    0-62, Staff of the Stars!

    It was bestowed by Mr. Fool prior to the current events with added seals.

    The moment he gripped the Staff of the Stars, Leonard allowed his thoughts to scatter and emptied his mind.

    The Sun Derrick donned a crown that seemed to coalesce from dawn's light. Its ancient design exuded splendor, majesty, pride, and resilience.

    This was 'The Testimony of Glory,' a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact belonging to the City of Silver, once worn by the ancient god, Giant King Aurmir!

    It had originally been used to seal the Gift of the Land. Not long ago, Mr. Fool had temporarily sealed the latter, enabling it to be lent out.

    The holy and glorious light gathered more and more, forming a pure and solid barrier in the front and around. This both protected the companions and prevented the targets from escaping.

    Madam Judgment, Xio Derecha, had just spent nearly a year filled with chaos digesting the Chaos Hunter potion. She had not yet had the chance to complete the ritual to advance to a neighboring pathway, Duke of Entropy, but this did not stop her from using the severely asymmetrical black-and-gold mask that caused discomfort upon sight.

    She placed this Solomon's Mask on her face.

    She and Franca would alternate in assisting Mr. Sun in utilizing the Testimony of Glory—this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact required two Saints to wield.

    The Moon Emlyn had already received the Sequence 1 Beauty Goddess Beyonder characteristic of the Moon pathway, along with the separated Sequence 2 Life-Giver Beyonder characteristic, bestowed by Ancestor Lilith. However, he did not dare to take the former out of the protected zones, fearing it might provoke an abnormal reaction from the Great Mother and introduce unknown risks.

    He used his Life-Giver Beyonder characteristic as collateral to borrow a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, the 'Robe of Divine Blood,' from the treasury of the Sanguine. He now had it draped over himself.

    Madam Temperance Sharron held a three-layer jewelry box in her hands, its surface silver-black and embedded with various gemstones.

    This was 0-61—Box of the Great Old Ones—borrowed from the Abraham family through Madam Magician.

    This Sealed Artifact would randomly cause its holder to disappear, die suddenly, or undergo aberration. To counter this, Madam Temperance Sharon specifically visited the Angel of Fate Will before the operation and received His blessing.

    Will was currently in the protected zone in the Southern Continent, maintaining stability and eliminating anomalies alongside Azik and other Angels. While He could not leave, granting blessings posed no issue.

    Not only Madam Temperance Sharron but also The Star Leonard and the other participants in this operation received blessings from Will and a miracle from Mr. Fool to reduce the likelihood of negative random effects.

    Magicians didn't perform unprepared.

    The Hanged Man Alger held a thin brass book and the Card of Blasphemy, Tyrant.

    The former was 0-02—Trunsoest Brass Book!

    Having received assistance, Franca finally recovered. From the Traveler's Bag Lumian had entrusted to her earlier, she retrieved an ancient book bound in parchment: Post-Apocalyptic Scripture!

    For this operation, every participating Saint from the Tarot Club carried a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.

    At this moment, a figure passed by, seemingly slow yet incredibly fast.

    It was a woman who appeared to be in her forties, still stunningly beautiful and exuding charm, radiating an aura of maternal brilliance.

    Upon seeing this figure, The Moon Emlyn's gaze froze instantly.

    It was Roland, the former Matriarch of the Church of Earth Mother!

    Roland appeared normal, her upper body bare, but numerous bird-clawed infants hung from her chest, covering the pale skin and constantly drawing nourishment.

    She wore a faint smile, radiating crimson moonlight, as She passed through the battlefield and walked toward the special mirror world.
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    Chapter 1130: Initiative


    Faced with such an anomaly, Lumian smiled.

    He withdrew his right hand from his pocket and continued walking forward.

    As he proceeded, the buildings on both sides, including the Auberge du Coq Doré, began to twist and writhe, growing upward into swaying, grotesque trees.

    These "trees" pointed toward the sky, resembling the primeval rainforests of the Southern Continent.

    Raising an eyebrow, Lumian stopped in his tracks.

    "So proactive, are we?" he remarked with a smile, glancing toward Cheek's face on the head resting on his left shoulder.

    At that moment, the crimson moonlight in the sky, the dim stars, and the dark night all began collapsing and spinning toward a single point, quickly merging into a chaotic vortex that encompassed all colors.

    From within the vortex, a figure wearing a bone-white dress emerged, descending from the heavens. The figure grew larger and larger, like an asteroid traveling across the boundless cosmos, unscathed by atmospheric friction.

    The enormous figure had cascading black hair, slightly thick and waterfall-like, sapphire-like eyes gleaming with brilliance, and features both exquisite and dignified. On first glance, She appeared breathtakingly beautiful; upon closer inspection, her purity and grace stood out. She was none other than the Primordial Demoness, Cheek.

    She did not reveal her Mythical Creature form. Apart from Her immense size, Her beauty defied belief, and Her charm was so overwhelming that even abstract concepts seemed unable to resist Her allure. She appeared as a normal human woman.

    As She descended, the "trees" of the "primeval rainforest" shed their hard exterior, bending in various directions.

    At this moment, they were no longer trees but thick, slick, black hair with distinct black-and-white eyeballs embedded within.

    The hair swayed, turning the scene into one of surreal abstraction.

    As Primordial Demoness Cheek descended, She smiled affectionately at Lumian and said, "I knew you'd come to find me."

    …

    Hidden in the darkness and trailing Lumian from nearly ten kilometers away, Franca relied on more than just subtle traces he had left behind, a Mirror Substitution he had entrusted to her, and the unique connection among their team members. She also relied on the mystical link they had established through their roles as Malady God and Malady God's Companion.

    Franca had initially decided to include the title "Malady God's Companion" in her honorific name, hoping to anchor Lumian, who often succumbed to madness, with a "corrupted" connection. This would enable him to instinctively recognize that, in the mystical and Beyonder sense, they were companions-partners who supported one another. Combined with their existing emotional bond, this might prevent him from attacking her during moments of insanity and allow him to "heed" her suggestions.

    After tracking Lumian for some time, Franca suddenly noticed that the sky had turned chaotic, the previous illusory ocean now engulfing it.

    A gentle, soft voice whispered in her ear.

    "You dare call yourself His mistress?

    "I am His true companion."

    As the female voice echoed, Franca's body stiffened instantly, grayish-white spreading rapidly across her skin and deep into her soul.

    If not for her status as a demigod Demoness with some resistance to Petrification, she would have already turned into a statue upon hearing the voice!

    Have I been drawn into the depths of the mirror world, into that special mirror world?

    Is the Primordial Demoness targeting me first? Is it because of Her pathological possessiveness, and the fact that I'm currently Lumian's companion?

    F*ck, I'm the one being cheated on here! I'm the real victim!

    In that instant, countless thoughts raced through Franca's mind, yet she was powerless to resist.

    That was a true deity, the Sequence 0 Primordial Demoness!

    The next second, the petrification abruptly ceased.

    Franca seized the opportunity, swiftly activating her Mirror Substitution.

    With a crackling sound, she escaped her current position, gray-white stone shards scattering, and reappeared in another corner of the ruins now transformed into a primeval rainforest.

    Deep within the rainforest, Lumian withdrew his right hand from the face on his left shoulder, holding the dark golden mask in his grasp.

    The vortex-like face and the scorched flag partially embedded in chaos revealed themselves in the center of the head on his left shoulder.

    The seal was undone!

    Lumian's body swelled into a towering iron giant tens of meters tall, enveloped in ethereal, shapeless purple flames tinged with deep crimson.

    At the center of his brow, a blood-colored banner emblem now glistened vividly, as though freshly dyed.

    The moment the chaotic vortex-like face and the Salinger's Blood Banner manifested within the depths of the mirror world, the descending figure of Primordial Demoness Cheek froze for one second.

    As a result, the petrification afflicting Franca ceased. sparing her from the fate of a Sequence 3 Saint dying abruptly in the chaos of a divine conflict.

    On the face of Cheek on Lumian's left shoulder, her gem-like blue eyes layered with illusory darkness, Leveraging their mystical connection as companions both on the Beyonder level and within their Hunter team, Franca's figure was drawn into the projection.

    Franca was immediately transported out of the depths of the mirror world.

    In the next moment, she glimpsed an illusory and boundless web-like tunnel of mirrors.

    Each passage reflected the ruins of Trier, where Demoness of Black Clarice, Saintess of White Katarina, and other colored Demonesses of Unaging appeared in various corridors.

    …

    Outside the mirror world, at the edge of the ruins of Trier.

    A bent, spherical shadow suddenly emerged from the void, like a dolphin leaping out of the sea.

    The shadow quickly unfurled, and The Magician Fors, dressed in a black robe adorned with silver stars, along with Justice Audrey and other members of the Tarot Club, instantly exited their concealed states.

    Objects not reflected in the mirrors could not be forcibly drawn into the mirror world. Furthermore, the one who had drawn Lumian and Franca into the mirror world did not want subsequent events to be disrupted.

    Silver stars on the surface of The Magician's black robe lit up, creating a dreamy starry sky.

    In the starry expanse, the stars shifted, forming a brilliant "key."

    The key pointed toward a specific location within the mirror world, forcibly opening a gateway.

    The Sun Derrick was immediately sent inside. Dressed in a simple white robe, his entire being radiated pure, brilliant, and holy golden light, like a sun descending upon the dark region where Franca was besieged by the Demoness of Black and other Saints, illuminating the darkness.

    Beside him, howling gales followed closely.

    Additionally, clouds gathered in midair, weaving into a massive sword, which descended to stand before Franca.

    Justice Audrey did not enter the depths of the mirror world. Instead, she gazed toward another side of the ruins of Trier.

    She transformed into a massive grayish-white dragon, revealing her Mythical Creature form.

    On the far side of the ruins, a figure quickly materialized-mature, stunning, and clad in an aged gray robe.

    Demoness of Gray, Judith!

    Accompanying Judith, a woman in a yellow frilled dress with a playful bonnet and a sly smile stepped through the shattered glass of a ruined building.

    Demoness of Yellow, Tissavica.

    As Justice revealed her mind dragon form with grayish-white scales, another version of herself wove itself into existence behind her, dreamlike and illusory.

    This newly woven Audrey, clad in a white dress, lowered her head and began reciting an honorific name in ancient Hermes.

    "The shadow wandering through fate, the past God of Deceit, the destined messiah..."

    …

    Just two or three kilometers from the passage forcibly opened by The Magician.

    Dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and red gloves, with slightly disheveled hair, The Star Leonard appeared as though the process of erasing a pencil sketch in reverse was being played out rapidly.

    He had prayed to the Evernight Goddess in advance, entering a state of concealment to avoid being detected by the Primordial Demoness!

    While concealed, he quietly followed Lumian without probing or informing him, avoiding the mirrors' reflections and the pull into the mirror world.

    As the anomalies began, Leonard immediately recited the honorific name of the Evernight Goddess, shedding his concealed state.

    At the edges of his eye sockets, transparent and semi- transparent segmented worms crawled out, keeping vigilant watch over their surroundings.

    They had to complete all preparations before the indulgence faction of the Rose School of Thought or the Blessed of the Great Mother noticed and intervened!

    As for Angels like Dabomachie and Arianna from the authorities, They had not joined the operation. Too many Angels in the World of Ruins at the same time would weaken the defenses of the protected zones, risking serious consequences. They could not assume that the Great Mother, focused on accommodating the Brood Hive, had no energy left to retaliate.

    Leonard took out a wooden door from his Traveler's Bag.

    The door had no frame, standing alone on the ruins' ground.

    Its surface bore patterns of stars, each shimmering with brilliance.

    This was a tool The Magician had crafted in advance using her Worm of Star and other materials. It served no other purpose but to fix an entrance and exit to a particular place.

    In other words, opening this door would reveal, not the surrounding environment, but another location: the chamber sealing 0-17!

    0-17 was alive and thus could not be stored in the Traveler's Bag. Moreover, before activation, it had to remain sealed alongside two other Sealed Artifacts to ensure its containment. The Evernight Goddess, relying on the Uniquenesses of the Death and Giant pathways, could only hold the barrier for a limited time when descending into reality. Thus, 0-17 could not be left to roam freely from the start; it had to be deployed at the most critical moment.

    Under such circumstances, creating a "door" to the sealed chamber for immediate use was the best solution!

    Without hesitation, The Star Leonard grasped the door handle and opened the wooden door standing on the ruins.

    Behind the door lay darkness, but there were sounds of movement, as if someone was lifting a seal.

    In mere seconds, a figure appeared in the doorway.

    She had long black hair, wore a hooded, classical robe, and appeared exquisitely beautiful, with eyes dark and devoid of spirit.

    0-17, the Angel of Concealment, the vessel for the Evernight Goddess's divine descent!
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    1129 A Chance Encounter






    Another day began, and Lumian departed from the fog-shrouded protected zone.

    The World of Ruins had no sun and was perpetually cloaked in night. However, the temperature wasn't particularly cold. Illuminating the surroundings was crimson moonlight, evoking a spring-like atmosphere with a climate that alternated between warmth and chill.

    In the sky, the full moon was nowhere to be seen, the stars were dim, and the darkness was tinged with crimson.

    Lumian turned his body slightly, glancing at Franca, who stood at the edge of the grayish-white fog. He gave her a subtle nod.

    Franca responded with a warm, caring smile, waved at Lumian, and then vanished from sight.

    Lumian shifted his gaze to the right, to the face of Cheek on the head that rested on his left shoulder.

    Cheek's face, simultaneously stunningly beautiful, innocently pure, and radiating maternal grace, flashed a sweet smile.

    She showed no signs of discontent with what Lumian was about to do—at least not outwardly.

    'You're looking forward to this too, aren't you?' Lumian asked, his lips curling into a smirk.

    Cheek's face couldn't speak yet, nor did She make any movement, neither confirming nor denying his words.

    Lumian paid Her no further attention, turning his head instead toward the other faces—Aurore and Jenna.

    Their eyes remained tightly shut, their faces bearing faint traces of bloodstains that seemed impossible to clean away.

    Lumian let out a slow breath, striding toward the edge of the ruins of Trier, in the direction of the green domain dominated by towering oaks.

    He wandered aimlessly, allowing the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Convergence and the mystical connection between the main body and an avatar to work naturally.

    This was the direction the previous prophecies had pointed toward.

    The further he ventured beyond the ruins, the more deathly silent the surroundings became. Only from the green domain did occasional sounds drift over—cries of 'wah, wah, wah' from infants and the fluttering of bird wings.

    Suddenly, Lumian spotted a group of lively wild deer emerging from behind rows of abandoned buildings.

    Their nimble steps carried them under the crimson moonlight. Every now and then, they paused to nibble at the green plants covering the houses and the fruits growing on them.

    Thud!

    One deer collapsed to the ground.

    Its body began to decay rapidly, as if consumed by countless microscopic organisms. Within seconds, it had completely returned to the earth—including the pale white bones, leaving behind no traces.

    Thud, thud! More deer fell to the ground.

    Yet the remaining deer displayed neither panic nor fear. They continued leisurely eating, while simultaneously giving birth to blood-soaked fawns one after another.

    By the time the herd moved out of Lumian's sight, only the newborn fawns remained, growing at an astonishing pace.

    There's no way civilization can develop like this… Lumian suddenly thought.

    He wasn't sure whether this was a deliberate act by the Mother Goddess of Depravity or simply the natural environmental influence of Her state. What came to his mind, however, was something Madam Magician had once mentioned: she had wandered to a distant planet in the depths of the cosmos, where the inhabitants worshiped the Mother Goddess of Depravity. Yet their rulers weren't even Angels but rather three divine offspring birthed from the union between the Mother Goddess of Depravity and the planet itself in ancient times. Despite their extreme reverence for motherhood and reproductive organs, they had managed to develop a unique civilization.

    Perhaps like the World of Ruins, the Mother Goddess of Depravity's true domain, is like this—devoid of civilization but teeming with Mythical Creatures… On the other hand, planets worshiping Her elsewhere might still foster civilizations? Lumian pressed onward.

    After walking a while longer, an expansive forest of colossal oaks unfolded before him.

    At that moment, four figures emerged from the oak forest.

    The four carried a heavy, unpainted coffin made of raw wood.

    Three of them were golems formed from earth, while the lone human among them wore a brown robe adorned with the Sacred Emblem of Life. His face was covered in scruffy facial hair, and his expression was solemn, as though performing a sacred ritual.

    He appeared to be a clergy member of the Church of Earth Mother who had 'defected.'

    The Church of Earth Mother still existed, with Her Blessed maintaining a tenuous hold with the aid of other official Beyonder organizations to prevent the goddess from losing Her anchors entirely. If Earth Mother were to go mad or perish now, the astral barrier would immediately be shattered by the Outer Deities.

    The Favored of Earth Mother had suffered significant losses. Many had mutated or lost control during the descent of the crimson moon, and subsequent blows had further diminished their numbers. Only in the past two months had they attained some measure of peace. Their numbers now were less than half of what they had once been, and even Matriarch Roland was now a puppet of the Mother Goddess of Depravity, wandering a certain part of the World of Ruins.

    Carrying a coffin? Could this be a former Saint of the Church of Earth Mother, a Sequence 3 Pallbearer? Lumian wasn't surprised by this chance encounter with one of the Mother's children.

    He scrutinized the individual, who he assumed was a Pallbearer, and mused, The title of Pallbearer in this Sequence should be symbolic, representing the act of returning life to the earth—an essential part of the Mother's pathway for constructing the cycle of reality, connecting concepts and powers related to death and return.

    It's not meant to involve actually carrying a coffin—it's about the symbolic meaning…

    As part of acting, this makes sense. But you've already mutated into a corrupted creature; what's the point of acting?

    The coffin must hold something special. What's inside?

    When it came to matters related to the Mother Goddess of Depravity, Lumian was more than willing to stop, observe, and study. He positioned himself directly in the Pallbearer's path.

    Meanwhile, the head on Lumian's left shoulder swiveled, with Cheek's stunning face gazing at the target.

    Sensing this, the Pallbearer turned to look at Lumian. His gaze immediately became sinister and ferocious.

    Just as he was about to unleash his Beyonder abilities, his body suddenly underwent a transformation.

    His skin cracked open, spilling clumps of brownish earth. The earth engulfed him, fusing with his body and sprouting various symbolic organs representing the Mother, some human, others not.

    The Pallbearer quickly lost control and descended into madness.

    This was the power of the Demoness of Apocalypse. If the Death pathway embodied death and eternal rest, the Darkness pathway silence and eternal darkness, the Giant pathway decay and the passage of time, and the Red Priest pathway conquest and the destruction wrought by war, then the Demoness pathway represented the arrival of the apocalypse and the return to chaos.

    The apocalypse marked the ultimate eruption of all conflicts within a designated area, inevitably involving the entanglement of fate.

    The apocalypse was also the end of destiny!

    And Lumian bore the boon powers of Inevitability.

    The Pallbearer had already been teetering on the edge of losing control due to his corruption. With the arrival of the apocalypse, this inner conflict naturally erupted under the influence of fate.

    However, his transformation into a monster didn't prevent him from attacking Lumian. He threw aside the coffin and charged at Lumian with his earth golems.

    The surrounding greenery, even several young oaks, instantly withered and turned yellow, drained of life.

    After just two steps, the Pallbearer's body was suddenly coated in grayish-white.

    In mere seconds, he froze in place, transformed into a stone statue.

    His three earth golems met the same fate.

    Without a sound, the ground beneath them split open, spewing forth molten lava that swallowed them completely.

    The lava was followed by the collapse of the entire surrounding area. Earth, plants, abandoned buildings, and the melted statues all vanished into the dark void.

    The localized 'Apocalypse' that Lumian had targeted at a specific region had arrived in full.

    Seeing deep brown, nearly black light gradually condensing in the void, Lumian stepped toward the raw wooden coffin, which he had deliberately spared from the effects of his influence.

    With a single kick, he sent the coffin's lid flying off.

    Inside was a mass of rotting flesh, resembling an unformed fetus or the corpse of a small animal.

    It didn't seem to have a physical form. As soon as it was exposed to the crimson moonlight, it began to evaporate rapidly into wisps of black-brown gas.

    Lumian filled the area with dense Fog of War, cutting off the crimson moonlight, but the rotting flesh continued to vaporize, accelerating as it did.

    The face of Alista Tudor, positioned on Lumian's left shoulder, turned toward the coffin, His eyes pitch black and commanding, compelling submission.

    The black-brown gas slowed its ascent but strangely fused with the surrounding environment, dissipating quickly.

    Lumian hesitated for a moment but didn't remove the dark golden mask covering the central face on his left shoulder.

    In the blink of an eye, the rotting flesh had completely evaporated, leaving only a few black-brown stains at the bottom of the coffin as proof of its existence.

    Lumian stared at it for a few seconds before reporting the matter to Mr. Fool.

    He didn't venture into the endless oak forest. Instead, under the crimson moonlight and the intermittent cries of infants, he skirted the edge of the ruins of Trier, heading in another direction.

    Familiar streets and houses appeared before him in an unfamiliar manner.

    This was the market district. This was Rue Anarchie.

    Lumian buried his hands in his pockets, as though returning to his past.

    He didn't expect to 'encounter' Primordial Demoness Cheek directly but felt it likely he would cross paths with a high-ranking Demoness. For Demonesses to survive in the World of Ruins, they couldn't do so without the protection of the Primordial Demoness. This required them to gather in one place or a few limited locations. Encountering one would mean encountering a group.

    I thought you'd come straight for me to fulfill your dream… Lumian turned his head slightly, addressing Cheek's face.

    That face responded with a sweet smile but nothing more.

    As he walked, Lumian suddenly stopped.

    He realized it had been a long time since he had heard the cries of infants or the fluttering of birds' wings from the oak forest.

    The entire ruins were unnaturally silent—deathly still.

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    Hmmm,so I have been using ranobes now for about 2 years...idk why it's not popular (compared to the other well known sites,ranobes is relatively unknown,ig)or ...why is it so good than other sites and for free? You know how panda needs some points to read priv chaps (not complaining ranobes , you are my main site for novels)
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    1128 Another Prophecy





    Lenburg's capital, Azshara.

    In front of the side gate of the grand and magnificent white tower, Lumian was greeted by a demigod from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom—someone he had seen before.

    After his experiences in the dream city, Lumian easily recognized her.

    She was Edwina Edwards, formerly the Pirate Admiral, Vice Admiral Iceberg and now a high-ranking deacon of the Church of Knowledge.

    Dressed more like a professional teacher than a pirate or clergy member, Edwina gestured invitingly without saying a word.

    Lumian refrained from asking questions, silently following her through the door and into a dimly lit hallway lined with numerous gas wall lamps.

    After walking in silence for a long stretch, Lumian suddenly asked, 'Does knowing more—possessing greater knowledge—make one suffer more?'

    Edwina replied with her usual calm expression, 'I would rather suffer from knowledge than find happiness in ignorance.'

    Gazing at the seemingly endless corridor, Lumian changed the subject.

    'If humanity were to acquire enough knowledge, what could it achieve without relying on Beyonder powers?'

    Edwina glanced at Lumian and said, 'Knowledge in mysticism is also knowledge.'

    After a brief pause, she continued, 'If you exclude that, then perhaps one day in the future, humanity could find other ways to influence the rules and touch authority. But beyond that, it would be impossible—unless mystical elements were incorporated.

    'My research focuses on enabling humanity to use Beyonder powers with less risk.'

    'That's nice…' Lumian remarked wistfully.

    After another moment of silence, they stopped at the end of the corridor, standing before a pair of brass doors.

    Lumian turned his head to study Edwina for a moment before asking thoughtfully, 'Would you want to return to being Vice Admiral Iceberg?'

    Without hesitation, Edwina shook her head. 'I prefer my current life, where I can learn something new every day and make discoveries.'

    Lumian did not press further. Under Edwina's gaze, he pushed open the double doors.

    Inside was a bright and clean library filled with numerous brass bookshelves.

    For a moment, Lumian felt as though he had returned to his first visit to the City of Exiles, Morora.

    He stepped inside, and the brass doors slowly closed behind him.

    From behind a towering bookshelf emerged Heraberg, dressed in a plain white robe embroidered with brass threads and holding two books. His amber eyes remained warm and clear, showing no sign of cloudiness.

    Seeing Heraberg did not surprise Lumian. He smiled and bowed slightly. 'Your Grace, we meet again.'

    Heraberg gave a slight nod. 'Your current state is very research-worthy, but time is running out.'

    He made no effort to conceal His regret nor was He worried about the emotional damage it would cause Lumian. He spoke plainly, as if discussing an ordinary breakfast.

    'Indeed, time is running out,' Lumian agreed.

    Heraberg observed the head on Lumian's left shoulder for a moment before speaking calmly, 'I had made a prophecy.

    'You will encounter Cheek in the near future.'

    'I understand,' Lumian replied with a smile.

    He looked around the library and suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia. 'Your Grace, did you ever foresee my current state?'

    Heraberg looked at him and spoke with deliberate cadence, 'If I were to say I foresaw your future entirely, that would be a lie. But if I claimed I had no foresight at all, that would also be untrue.

    'I foresaw that you would gain something unique, but I didn't know what it would be. I am not omniscient or omnipotent. Among the contenders for 0-01, I favored you because of your excellent performance, ability to stay calm and study diligently, and borrowing books from the library again and again—unlike the others…'

    As He spoke, Heraberg shook His head.

    'I'm a lover of learning,' Lumian said with a calm smile, laced with a hint of self-deprecation.

    Heraberg said with relief, 'If you truly grasp the allure of knowledge and understand the joy of learning, even a long life will not be plagued by emptiness or torment.

    'Knowledge embraces everything. Knowledge is everything…'

    His tone was patient, as though genuinely attempting to guide Lumian toward a fulfilling future.

    Lumian listened quietly, not interrupting, though he knew it wasn't particularly important.

    When Heraberg finished speaking, Lumian asked gravely, 'Would you ever willingly give up your current life?'

    Heraberg sighed. 'If I had other choices, I obviously wouldn't.

    'Child, our will may be free, but we are not alone in this world. Often, life is about choosing between the bad and the worse—there's no better option.

    'In similar situations, some would choose to give up entirely. But I am greedy. I wish to keep living. The ocean of knowledge is boundless, and the pursuit of it is full of joy. I am not ready to die yet. This is the fundamental reason behind many of my decisions.

    'Now, there are only a few options left before me. Since I still wish to live, I must choose the relatively less bad one.

    'Wanting to live is not shameful.'

    Looking into Lumian's eyes, He concluded, 'These are my thoughts and experiences. I hope they provide some value when you make your own choices in the future.'

    'Thank you,' Lumian said sincerely.

    Having obtained the prophecy and answers he needed, he prepared to leave. But then he recalled something. 'Your Grace, where exactly is the City of Exiles, Morora?'

    'It, along with the surrounding mountains, resides in my stomach,' Heraberg admitted without hesitation.

    Lumian was enlightened. 'The Path of Exile leads to the astral world?'

    Heraberg nodded. 'Yes.'

    He then smiled faintly. 'When you summoned a meteor to destroy Morora, it gave me quite a stomachache.'

    Lumian froze momentarily before letting out an awkward chuckle. 'That might be the greatest prank I've ever pulled—if it even qualifies as a prank.'

    After leaving Azshara, Lumian returned to Trier.

    'How did it go?' Franca asked with concern.

    Lumian recounted the God of Knowledge and Wisdom Herabergen's prophecy before adding, 'I have a general idea now. Time to make a plan.'

    Franca studied the head on Lumian's shoulder for a moment, rubbing her chin. 'Why do I feel like you're in a better mood?'

    As she spoke, she glanced around, seemingly looking for Anthony to confirm her observation. Unfortunately, Anthony had gone to report an anomaly in the sea of collective subconscious to the official Churches and offer assistance.

    For the past year, Spectator-pathway demigods like Anthony had been monitoring, observing, and assisting without rest. Any slight oversight could lead to disaster, leaving the task of quelling anomalies and calamities to other high-ranking Beyonders. However, in emergencies, such distinctions would be disregarded.

    As for unofficial Mid- to Low-Sequence Beyonders and ordinary humans, they remained unaware that the Southern and Northern Continents had been destroyed and that they were in protected zones. Continuing their normal lives—singing, dancing, and working—was the greatest help they could offer to the official organizations and true gods.

    In the current situation, the anchors must remain stable. Even false happiness was preferable!

    Smiling, Lumian replied, 'I just listened to an elder share His life's wisdom.'

    'Sounds good,' Franca said without probing further.

    Eagerly, she said to Lumian, 'Let's start planning how to bring catastrophe to the Demoness Sect!'

    For nearly a year, Franca had waited patiently to exact vengeance for Jenna and Lumian.

    She could barely hold herself back anymore. She was no gentleman; she wished for swift retribution.

    Seeing Franca's enthusiasm, Lumian chuckled. 'I need to report to Mr. Fool first.'

    …

    Above the gray fog, within the majestic palace.

    After Lumian's figure vanished from the The Chariot card's seat, Mr. Fool contemplated for a few seconds before summoning an impromptu meeting.

    In an instant, beams of light surged upward, transforming into different figures seated in various positions.

    They were the Major Arcana card holders—Madam Justice, Madam Magician, Mr. Star, and others—everyone except Lumian.

    'The Chariot intends to bring catastrophe to the Demoness Sect. You are to assist him,' Mr. Fool commanded.

    'Yes, Mr. Fool,' the Major Arcana card holders responded in unison, rising from their seats.

    Mr. Fool nodded lightly, signaling them to sit back down. Then he addressed The Sun Derrick,

    'I hope you will uphold your justice in this matter, fully digest your potion, and become an Angel as soon as possible.'

    After the fall of the Eternal Blazing Sun, under Mr. Fool's protection, Derrick had obtained the Lightseeker Beyonder characteristic.

    Once The Sun responded, Mr. Fool turned to The Star Leonard.

    'You and Pallez will both participate. Apply to the Church of Evernight for temporary use of a Sealed Artifact…

    'During this operation, aim to acquire a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact or the Demoness of Catastrophe Beyonder characteristic. Then, exchange it with the Church of Evernight for the Servant of Concealment Beyonder characteristic.

    'Bring fear to the high-ranking members of the Demoness Sect. Through this, you will fully digest your potion.'

    The Star Leonard discerned that the last two lines were not instructions or reminders but blessings from Mr. Fool.

    Feeling a wave of emotion, Leonard stood and bowed. 'Yes, Mr. Fool.'

    The Fool then turned to Madam Temperance. 'You and Reinette will also participate. The indulgence faction may attempt to sabotage The Chariot's actions.'

    Temperance Madam Sharron raised a pre-written card. 'Understood, Mr. Fool.'

    After issuing instructions to all the Major Arcana card holders, Mr. Fool concluded the impromptu gathering.

    …

    Cathedral of Serenity, Church of Evernight headquarters.

    The Star Leonard met with the current Pope, Saint Dabomachie.

    'Your Holiness, I wish to apply for temporary use of a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.' Leonard drew a star sigil on his chest, making four sequential points.

    'Which one?' Dabomachie, an elderly man with white hair and beard and a serene countenance, asked gently.

    The Star Leonard replied in a deep voice, '0-17.'
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      If y’all don’t rmb 0-17 is what Evernight uses for her goddess descent, it’s the body of Antigonus’ sister. It’s literally abt to go down 🔥🔥
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      If Farbauti unexpectedly makes one or two moves against Cheek, then the final will definitely come to Her.
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    The next day, in Trier's Avenue du Boulevard, within a garden apartment not far from the Grand Palace.

    Lumian and Franca, under the guidance of The Hermit Cattleya, arrived at a third-floor terrace. There, they saw Queen Mystic Bernadette dressed in hunting attire, holding a watering can, tending to several potted plants placed around her.

    'Long time no see,' Queen Mystic said, setting down the watering can and turning to the visitors.

    'Long time no see,' Franca replied. In the dream city, she and the Queen had not only collaborated but also chatted a few times. With their shared connection related to transmigrators, Franca felt more respect than fear—perhaps even a sense of closeness.

    'I thought you'd be at sea,' she began chatting.

    Queen Mystic Bernadette smiled faintly. 'Before the apocalypse, I prefer to stay in Trier. Moreover, as a Sage and former princess of Intis, I feel it is my duty to protect the citizens here, prevent various disasters, and maintain stability and order. This environment is particularly conducive to digesting the Sage potion, especially in the first couple of months.'

    As she said this, Bernadette glanced at The Hermit Cattleya, seemingly imparting a lesson.

    'Ah, that makes sense.' Franca nodded in understanding. 'So, are you almost done digesting your Sage potion?'

    'Almost,' Bernadette replied succinctly.

    She turned to Lumian. 'You want me to divine the whereabouts of the Primordial Demoness?'

    'Yes, please help us,' Lumian said sincerely.

    Queen Mystic Bernadette's eyes grew deep, like the sea before a storm—boundless and unfocused.

    Faint, blurry images flickered across her vision, as if mercury-like rivers emerged and vanished.

    Two streaks of crimson tears trickled down Bernadette's cheeks as her detached, ethereal voice sounded.

    'I see the Primordial Demoness smiling, an abyssal mirror world, and a crimson full moon.'

    Crimson full moon… The phrase sent a shiver down the spines of not only Lumian and Franca but also The Hermit Cattleya.

    To Beyonders aware of the protected zones' truths, the 'crimson full moon' was like a trauma etched deep into their consciousness. Its mere mention brought it vividly to mind.

    This prophecy differs significantly from Ma'am Hermit's, even containing contradictions… Clearly, consulting multiple high-level individuals skilled in divination and prophecy would allow me to piece together more useful revelations. It's like the story Aurore once told about blind men piecing together the image of an elephant—each by touch alone can only describe a part, and the complete truth requires combining their perspectives. Lumian's central head nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

    He began considering the connections between the three prophecies.

    The Post-Apocalyptic Scripture claims I will encounter Cheek in the World of Ruins. That could be false, but treating it as true and preparing accordingly might make it true. The variable is whether it can influence a true god.

    Ma'am Hermit's prophecy points to the primeval rainforest of the Southern Continent, aligning with the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture's basic premise.

    Queen Mystic's prophecy doesn't clarify if it's in the protected zones or the World of Ruins. However, if a crimson full moon rises in the World of Ruins, things will become troublesome—gravely so. At best, it means the Mother Goddess of Depravity has turned Her gaze upon us…

    Lumian shared the prior prophecies, hoping to see how the former Clairvoyants, now Sages Bernadette and Cattleya, would interpret them.

    'Somewhere in the World of Ruins' mirror world—or perhaps within the special mirror world,' Queen Mystic speculated.

    The Hermit Cattleya added, 'The features there reflect the primeval rainforest of the Southern Continent.

    'The crimson full moon may also be a product of the mirror world's reflections. For now, its symbolism remains unclear.'

    Lumian nodded and said to Franca and Ma'am Hermit, 'Mr. Fool has entrusted me with something to discuss with the Queen.'

    Though now an Angel, Cattleya didn't assert, 'There's nothing I can't hear.' Instead, she led Franca to a small lounge on the first floor to enjoy tea and snacks.

    'What does Mr. Fool need?' Queen Mystic Bernadette withdrew her gaze from the terrace's exit and inquired of Lumian.

    She had not foreseen this request but now carried some guesses.

    Lumian smiled. 'Mr. Fool wants me to relay a message to Genie.'

    Bernadette nodded slightly, extended her right hand, and traced numerous starlit words in the air. These words intertwined into strange symbols, opening a 'secret door' to an unknown location.

    The door swung open swiftly, and a howling gale emerged, coalescing into a figure—a man with his head wrapped in white cloth, his upper body human-shaped, and his lower body composed of flowing air currents.

    'Magic Wishing Lamp,' Bernadette addressed in her usual tone.

    The man respectfully retrieved an object from within his wrapped layers—a gold, intricately patterned vessel resembling a small lamp.

    '0-05—Magic Wishing Lamp.'

    Bernadette ran her fingers over the lamp's golden surface and called its name, 'Genie.'

    The lamp's wick ignited with a flash, releasing a thick, golden radiance akin to viscous liquid.

    The light hesitated, reluctant and resistant, before forming a hazy, distorted figure with a blue-white interior and a faint golden outer layer.

    The resilience of a Great Old Dominator is truly amazing. Even after losing their sefirah, Uniqueness, and Beyonder characteristics, reduced to mere consciousness, spirit, and status, He has recovered enough within a year after suffering severe trauma to respond. Though feeble, He is far from permanently comatose or deeply asleep… Lumian thought wistfully.

    Genie surveyed the room, ready to utter some perfunctory remarks before retreating back into the Magic Wishing Lamp, but Lumian interrupted, 'If I were you, I'd hear what Mr. Fool has to say. It concerns your future—perhaps even your end.'

    Genie's grand, majestic voice replied, 'My future is already determined unless He chooses to break His promises.'

    Lumian detected the undeniable frailty in Genie's voice and smiled.

    'Mr. Fool will undoubtedly honor his promise, but that time hasn't arrived yet, isn't that so?

    'He posed a scenario: what if he perishes before that time comes? In matters of fulfillment, this is considered force majeure. And His 'successor' might be someone you wouldn't want to see—someone for whom breaking promises and deceiving rules is as effortless as breathing.'

    Lumian paused briefly before continuing, 'Let's consider another possibility. If the Great Old Ones breach the barrier before we can respond adequately, killing Mr. Fool, Grisha Adam, and other true gods, might one of Them target the Nation of Disorder?

    'Although They can no longer accommodate Sefirah Castle or the Chaos Sea, proximity might allow them to accommodate the Nation of Disorder. At that time, what attitude would the successful one adopt toward a weakened you? If They freed you from the Magic Wishing Lamp, would you dare emerge? No, by then, the Magic Wishing Lamp might no longer be capable of protecting you.'

    'Eventually, They would pursue the Uncertain Mist, completing the Son of Chaos. Your spirit may indeed persist, but only to wail eternally within Their belly, enduring perpetual torment.'

    Genie remained silent.

    Lumian smiled and continued, 'You know Mr. Fool's credibility. As long as he lives and the world endures, he will fulfill his promise and return you to the cosmos.'

    Seeing Genie about to respond, Lumian added, 'No need to argue with me or twist my ideas. I'm merely the messenger for Mr. Fool—not the decision-maker.'

    After several seconds of silence, Genie's majestic voice reverberated. 'What does He wish to say?'

    Lumian smiled. 'Mr. Fool hopes you can offer some advice for the impending apocalypse.

    'He knows you're currently weak and unable to grant wishes or accomplish much, but your status and insight remain.'

    Genie gazed at the head on Lumian's left shoulder for a while, then spoke grandly, 'Three hints:

    'First, the Circle of Inevitability will bring calamity but is also the universe's most powerful and genuine Angel of Redemption.'

    This seems to suggest utilizing the godhood and symbolism of the Circle of Inevitability? Lumian refrained from questioning further, knowing Genie wouldn't elaborate.

    'Second,' Genie's voice rumbled solemnly, 'your uniqueness and the symbolism of the Lord of Mysteries.'

    Lumian watched Genie silently, awaiting further exposition.

    'Third, at critical moments, temporarily enhance the Nation of Disorder,' Genie concluded.

    Hearing this, Queen Mystic Bernadette frowned ever so slightly.

    Genie's voice carried a trace of amusement. 'This advice indeed benefits me to some extent, but you may choose to ignore it.

    'Make haste; my elder sister will accommodate the Brood Hive faster than you think.'

    With that, the faint golden figure retreated into the Magic Wishing Lamp.

    In His weakened state, Genie had no desire to remain exposed for long.

    Bernadette mulled over the message briefly before telling Lumian, 'I understand Mr. Fool's intentions now.'

    Lumian nodded, smiling as he took his leave.
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      I understand
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      An older sister and a younger brother. Primordial created them both and they are considered His children.
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    #Максим Довбняк#
    I CAN'T MAN FUCKING NOVELBIN FORGOT TO REMOVE OUR NAMES WHILE RIPPING LMAOOOO
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      Но это уже много глав подряд??? Или я что-то не понимаю crybaby
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      They do this every time) pressure
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    What is going on lshock
    Do angels and gods trying to hide regular people from danger to keep anchors?
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      One reason. Another being that nearly all gods are/used to be humans and thus want to prevent humans going extinct/being playthings for outer gods.
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        Я спрашивал не совсем об этом. Скорее о том, боги ли вообще прячут людей. Но ладно.
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          Do you mean these zones where people are hiding? They are trying to protect them from going mad and turning into monsters I would say protect rather than hide.
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