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Chapter 1144: Devouring
Circle of Inevitability

As soon as the silver-black, three-tiered jewelry box inlaid with various gemstones was taken out and placed on the coffee table, Franca felt an inexplicable chill. It was as if the environment around her had undergone a strange transformation.

Ever since becoming a Demoness of Catastrophe, her spiritual intuition had grown much sharper.

The head on Lumian's left shoulder turned, and the face of Alista Tudor now faced forward, gazing at the Box of the Great Old Ones.

The intricate jewelry box let out a sudden creaking sound, as if the materials comprising it were buckling under some invisible pressure, on the verge of shattering.

All the anomalies Franca had sensed disappeared simultaneously.

"Box of the Great Old Ones?" Franca asked Lumian curiously.

Although she hadn't participated in the Major Arcana gatherings or the distribution of Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, she had been briefed in advance about which items to avoid should a skirmish occur. This box was one of them.

Lumian nodded slightly and placed his right hand atop the Box of the Great Old Ones, gently tapping it.

"I felt it was fated with Ludwig, so I borrowed it for a while."

The phrase "fated" was something he had picked up in the dream city, though it was no longer rare in the ruins of the Northern and Southern Continents.

Members of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society had unconsciously spread new terms, and Lumian believed that visitors from Penglai, like Harrison, were also introducing similar ideas.

Fated with Ludwig? Franca instinctively turned her head to glance at Ludwig, who was dressed in formal children's attire.

The boy, steak clamped between his teeth, stared blankly at the Box of the Great Old Ones, as though lost in a dream.

Lumian slid his hand to the third layer of the silver- black jewelry box and smiled as he asked Ludwig, "Can you sense what's hidden inside?"

Ludwig, as if sleepwalking, extended his hand to the opposite side of the third layer of the box.

Almost instantly, Franca's ears filled with bizarre sounds of chewing, swallowing, and digesting. It was as though something was gnawing on her flesh and bones from within.

The sound originated from the depths of the third layer of the Box of the Great Old Ones and resonated from the depths of her psyche.

"It's... it's..." Ludwig stammered, the piece of steak dropping to the ground.

The boy's face, like a sheet covering a bed, was propped up into "tents" by unseen limbs.

With a mix of desire, reverence, fear, and trembling, he said, "It's… the power of Primordial Hunger!"

Primordial Hunger... One of the Great Old Dominators… Franca felt the surrounding environment suddenly grow dark and layered, as though some malevolent gaze had isolated them.

Looking around, she quickly realized they had been transported to Lumian's divine kingdom. This move was to prevent Primordial Hunger from leveraging the mystical connections formed during their discussion to destabilize the protected zone.

The middle head on Lumian's shoulders retained its earlier smile as he continued to ask Ludwig, "What would happen if I opened this layer?"

Ludwig jerked back as if electrocuted, stammering in fear, "It might-it might immediately devour everything around us. Or it might start by consuming-consuming our subconscious and the deepest parts of our islands of consciousness. It would eat emotions, memories, spirit, and consciousness, then flesh and blood, then night, day, good, evil, order, and disaster. It would continue until it consumed parts of the world's fundamental rules, destabilizing reality and dissolving the barriers at their foundation."

"As expected, your pathway eventually leads to devouring rules, concepts, authorities, and even symbols, Lumian remarked with satisfaction, the middle head nodding slightly.

Looking at Ludwig with an ambiguous smile, he asked in a Demoness-like whisper, "Can you devour the danger hidden in the box?"

Cheek's face turned forward, showing keen interest in Ludwig's response.

Visibly terrified, Ludwig blurted, "How could I?"

His words seemed to imply not that it was impossible but that it shouldn't be done-such an act would be rebellion, blasphemy!

Lumian offered no reply, his smile unchanging as he continued to gaze at Ludwig.

Ludwig fell silent, his expressions shifting from cowardice to resistance, to temptation, to hesitation and fear.

His face had never been so expressive.

Franca adopted a spectator's stance, waiting for Lumian to offer some dark persuasion and Ludwig to respond with his own struggles.

After a few seconds, Lumian spoke in a measured tone.

"The core of your pathway is 'devouring' and 'digesting'. Devouring the external world is not the end goal. Even consuming rules, concepts, authorities, and symbols is not the end. Devouring yourself, devouring your father, devouring the god you worship-that is your ultimate fate, the pinnacle of hunger.

"Perhaps that's the very reason He created all of you."

"Isn't that a bit... too extreme?" Ludwig asked with a clarity that suggested he had received some moral education.

Good kid, showing some humanity... Franca thought, nodding in approval.

She figured that if she chose the Spectator pathway, she could act out the role just as well.

Lumian glanced at Jenna's face on the head over his right shoulder and said to Ludwig with a smile, "It is indeed extreme. I wouldn't want you to be controlled by your godhood and instincts to do something so drastic.

"So I'm only asking if you can devour the danger hidden in the box-not if you can devour Primordial Hunger. In the current circumstances, strengthening yourself as much as possible is the best choice."

Ludwig opened his mouth as if to speak but closed it again, his expression shifting. Moments later, the sound of him swallowing saliva echoed audibly.

Oh Lord, you taste so good? Franca mentally captioned Ludwig's reaction.

After some time, Ludwig finally spoke.

"Not yet, I'd need to recover to my original level and receive help from another great existence."

With a nod, Lumian said, "So even just devouring it temporarily, storing it without digesting or absorbing it, requires the help of a Great Old Dominator?"

"Yes," Ludwig affirmed with a heavy nod.

Lumian pondered briefly before smiling again. "Then we'll wait."

He extended one of the arms holding the Red Priest Uniqueness, along with one of the new beautiful hands that had grown on his right side, toward Ludwig. In the current situation, although the Red Priest Uniqueness still retained the form of a charred flag, it wouldn't cause those who witnessed it to lose control and go crazy. This was because it was a part of Lumian and was under control. Lumian could let it display the influence of godhood as and when he wanted it to.

"You can pick which one to devour," Lumian said with a smile.

Ludwig froze. "Can I really eat this?"

Franca blinked, finally understanding Lumian's intent.

He was letting Ludwig devour a part of his own body to allow Ludwig to gain the separated Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristic and thus recover his original level, freeing him from the seal of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

Lumian currently had three extra Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristics: one Weather Warlock and two Demoness of Catastrophe.

"Of course. I'm your godfather," Lumian said with a smile.

Ludwig swallowed hard, looked left and right for a few seconds, and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "That one."

He pointed to Lumian's left arm, which carried the Weather Warlock Beyonder characteristic derived from Tudor's Conqueror Beyonder characteristics.

"Very well." Lumian raised the corresponding arm.

Ludwig leaned in and bit down on the hand.

As deep red blood burned like flames and flowed, the sounds of gnawing and chewing filled the room, making Franca shudder.

Franca gasped in shock, thinking that Lumian was being a bit too extreme. Wouldn't it be better to separate the Beyonder characteristic first before feeding it to Ludwig?

It's not like it couldn't be done.

She glanced at the Tudor face on Lumian's left shoulder and noticed an expression of faint pain, a primal discomfort.

The corresponding Weather Warlock Beyonder characteristic belonged to Alista Tudor. Letting Ludwig directly devour it-was this a form of revenge? But you're hurting yourself too... Franca suddenly had a guess and sighed deeply.

Soon, Ludwig finished gnawing off Lumian's hand, leaving only the exposed, bare, iron-colored wrist bone, dripping with burning crimson blood.

Ludwig leaned back, licking the blood off the corners of his mouth, looking like he wanted more.

The skin on his face and body was on the verge of tearing apart, as though something massive inside him was about to burst forth.

The seal of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom could no longer hold him back.

At that moment, Ludwig took control of himself, refraining from breaking the sealing layer, maintaining the appearance of a little boy.

Lumian smiled and turned to Franca, saying, "I'll separate the remaining two Demoness of Catastrophe Beyonder characteristics later to balance my body better. Heh, the Sick Church will also need a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. Oh, and the name 'Sick Church' will gradually have to change."

"Good, good, good!" Franca replied quickly, as though afraid Lumian might change his mind.

Although she knew Lumian was primarily planning for his own future, the fact that he was willing to consider the future at all was a good sign.

Lumian studied Ludwig for a few seconds before smiling and asking. "What's your plan going forward?"

Ludwig was silent for a moment before replying, "If I don't get devoured during the apocalypse, I want to remain a child first, grow up normally, grow old, and fully experience the life of a human. Then, I'll make comparisons."

Lumian hummed in acknowledgment and asked casually, "You've returned to the angel level now, haven't you? What's the name of your Sequence?"

As he spoke, blood and flames intertwined at his severed wrist, regenerating a new hand.

Ludwig thought for a few seconds and then said, "In your language, it's called the Angel of Devouring."

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    reign_333
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    Now that Klein's a Lotm, can he do something about Roselle's needing 100 years to revive. They need The Anarchy unless they kill Him to give Xio that chance which no readers would like.

    crown
    chad
    The taste of Mothers ain't bad.
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      NovelReader2
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      anarchy would be a support, but it is not absolutely necessary.

      Xio didn't even become an angel, what kind of great ancient could we be talking about? That's not to mention the havoc such a choice could cause. As Lumian and Lilith have shown, in the end, orthodox gods do what is necessary and do not follow their selfish desires in the face of the apocalypse.
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      Roselle's mirror will be a chance to revive the original. Roselle already has contact with the Nation of Disorder through her connection to the Son of Chaos
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    TempestUknow
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    1150 Mysteries





    As Lumian rose to his feet, Earth Mother Lilith sighed softly.

    She raised Her right hand with a relaxed smile, smoothing Her dark brown hair.

    It was as if She had returned to the state when She was one of the eight ancient gods.

    Back then, She was the most beautiful woman, the most beautiful creature, and the most beautiful deity in the entire world and universe.

    Almost simultaneously, She sensed the Gift of the Land shrinking slightly toward Her, seemingly startled, frightened, and saddened.

    She also saw Mr. Fool, who was already standing, raise both hands. The black trench coat He wore flared as if caught in a strong wind.

    Fooled!

    Both Lumian's and Lilith's respective symbolic connections were valid and strong. Without needing further aid, Mr. Fool's sole task now was to Fool the Brood Hive, ensuring It remained utterly convinced.

    The next moment, Sanguine Ancestor Lilith saw the formless, colorless flame Lumian had conjured merge with the freezing black flame, forming a strange black fire that restrained madness, destruction, and chaos.

    Fire of Destruction!

    The Fire of Destruction elongated into a massive black sword, which struck the remains of Omebella and Lilith across the distance.

    Lilith offered no resistance, and neither did the Gift of the Land. It only let out an illusory wail of sorrow.

    Lilith smiled—a smile as radiant as moonlight, as tender as the earth, and as loving as a mother's.

    Crack!

    Omebella's remains were the first to shatter. The lingering spirit and spirituality within them were swallowed by the black flames of the Sword of Destruction, disappearing entirely.

    Pieces of broken wood were flung in all directions, charred black, with some reduced to ash.

    Lilith's expression twisted uncontrollably, a reflection of the instinctive pain She felt.

    Her voluptuous, graceful body split open, crumbling into fragments of brown light that scattered across the sky.

    Her immense vitality struggled to reassemble the fragments, but it couldn't overcome the symbolic forces of destruction and chaos.

    Within two or three seconds, the orbs of brown light fell to the grand palace's floor.

    Lilith's consciousness rapidly dissipated. The final image in Her vision was of Mr. Fool and Lumian bowing slightly to Her in unison.

    She smiled again.

    Outside the protected zone, at the astral barrier, under the influence of the symbolic connection of falsehood becoming truth, the dormant body of Earth Mother Lilith also began to collapse, consumed by black flames that annihilated all and returned everything to the primordial.

    A crimson moon once again rose high in the World of Ruins, accompanied by a mass of brown soil sprouting grass, grains, trees, mushrooms, and numerous reproductive organs.

    Earth Mother Lilith, the ancestor of the Sanguine, had fallen.

    Soon, the crimson moon and the brown soil plummeted together, streaking the sky with red and brown light as they descended into the protected zone.

    Grafting!

    On the western horizon, the larger blood-red moon that had just begun to rise through the gray fog suddenly exhibited rapid upheaval. A prominent bulge surged upward, as if the moon's crust were violently shifting, forming a mountain thousands or tens of thousands of meters high.

    The mountain wriggled, resembling both a bird's nest and a womb.

    The Brood Hive, whose dissipating consciousness had been rekindled by intense hatred and mystical stimulation, reassembled and became active once more.

    The ascent of the enormous blood moon came to an abrupt halt, even showing signs of sinking back into the depths of the gray fog and below the horizon.

    Sanguine Ancestor Lilith's death had not been in vain. The complete fusion of the Mother Goddess of Depravity and the Brood Hive had indeed been delayed!

    At the astral barrier, with the Earth Mother's support gone, eight stars of various colors—scarlet, gold, and more—suddenly flared with extreme brilliance.

    They rapidly expanded, pressing against the invisible barrier like terrifying eyes peering inside, or gaping mouths tearing at a membranous veil.

    The sound of crackling transitioned from the abstract to the real, resonating from the astral world into the World of Ruins.

    This signified that the invisible barrier had developed deep cracks, with mere seconds of durability remaining.

    Once it shattered, the Outer Deities would tear apart the entire planet.

    Among them, some deities bore symbols far less 'gentle' than the Great Mother's.

    Within the protected zone.

    Will Auceptin, residing in the Southern Continent, raised His head to gaze at the night sky where the crimson moon hung high, and sighed in a deliberately aged tone.

    'What's destined to come will come…'

    He still appeared as a young boy, but His hair had somehow turned silver.

    Beside Him, Azik Eggers also looked at the crimson moon in the night sky and nodded slightly. 'Death is not the true end.

    'Even death itself will pass away.'

    At that moment, all the high-level entities within the protected zone 'heard' the warning of fate—a symphony heralding the arrival of death.

    They were all powerless to stop it.

    Meanwhile, in the grand palace above the gray fog, Mr. Fool Klein nodded at Lumian and stepped forward.

    He entered the astral realm, His figure growing immeasurably vast, neither abstracted nor reduced to mere symbols.

    More than a month earlier, Klein Moretti had already completed his confrontation and fusion with The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, truly accommodating Sefirah Castle!

    The acceleration of Klein's progress was due to the Mother Goddess of Depravity's actions—Her attempt to revive the Primordial God Almighty through the mirrored Original Creator and the subsequent true birth of Omebella.

    While these moves brought immense gains to the Mother Goddess, they also had significant drawbacks. They agitated the Celestial Worthy, who understood the terror of the Original Creator and the hatred the Primordial God Almighty bore toward Him. Forced to compromise, the Celestial Worthy chose to compromise and withdraw.

    Although this meant ceding the contest to Klein, the Celestial Worthy believed that, in the grand scheme of things—over tens of thousands or even millions of years—He would eventually triumph. However, should the Original Creator or Primordial God Almighty return, all hope would be lost for Him!

    To hasten the Celestial Worthy's withdrawal, Klein had made some concessions, achieving a more thorough fusion in certain aspects.

    Thus, on June 25, 1360, Klein Moretti completed his confrontation and fusion with the Celestial Worthy, accommodating Sefirah Castle as a single-pathway deity—The Fool!

    For over a month since then, the now fully awakened The Fool Klein had refrained from immediate action, sharing his true state only with Lumian, the Evernight Goddess, and Will Auceptin. Instead, he had patiently and covertly prepared.

    A Magician didn't perform unprepared!

    Lumian's actions—visiting Red Angel Medici, retrieving 0-01, and dealing with Primordial Demoness Cheek—had happened only at the end of June for a critical reason:

    he was awaiting Mr. Fool's full awakening!

    That's why Ouroboros suddenly sensed that the opportunity had slipped away, and that He wouldn't be able to become a deity of the Fate pathway in the near future.

    That was why the blessing granted by Will Auceptin could enable the scene transplantation of the Box of the Great Old Ones—it was finally the right moment. With the help of the awakened Fool Klein, He accommodated the Die of Probability, the Uniqueness of the Fate pathway.

    That's why Lumian, under the guise of seeking divination, visited the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and Queen Mystic on behalf of Mr. Fool.

    Klein and Lumian's original plan was that once the latter accommodated the City of Calamity, he would leverage symbolic connections to kill Earth Mother Lilith. During the fierce confrontation between the Brood Hive and the Mother Goddess of Depravity, Klein would enter the astral world, retrieve the Uniquenesses of Error and Door, along with their corresponding Sequence 1 characteristics, and truly transcend the Sequences to become the Lord of Mysteries. As a Pillar, he would replace Earth Mother Lilith in maintaining the astral barrier.

    This approach would ensure the barrier's stability for at least another three to five years. That was why Klein had chosen not to ascend as the Lord of Mysteries at that time to directly confront the Mother Goddess of Depravity. If he had taken back the Uniquenesses linked to Gehrman Sparrow, the barrier would have collapsed within three seconds, even if Earth Mother Lilith hadn't yet fallen.

    Simultaneously, the Lord of Mysteries Klein could remotely assist Lumian—now the Origins of Disaster—against the Mother Goddess of Depravity, who would be suffering a backlash from the Brood Hive. This greatly increased their chances of victory. With the barrier stabilized, the battle would no longer have a time constraint.

    Once the Mother Goddess of Depravity was driven from within the barrier, Lord of Mysteries Klein could lift the seals and aid the birth of more Above the Sequences. With him present, the deities could take turns leaving the astral barrier without fear of its collapse.

    However, to stabilize Lumian and prevent him from exploding uncontrollably as a Great Old Dominator after accommodating the City of Calamity, The Fool Klein chose to wait another month. This caused them to miss the optimal opportunity—though it might not have been optimal and could very well have been the worst possible time.

    Since the best timing was no longer available, they now had to act quickly and give Lumian a chance to accommodate the City of Calamity before the Mother Goddess of Depravity fully accommodated the Brood Hive!

    At the astral barrier, the figure of Gehrman Sparrow, who had been waiting, emerged. With his star-encrusted cane and black gloves, he stepped in front of The Fool Klein.

    His expression cold, he revealed a faint smile, took a step forward, and merged with The Fool Klein's figure.

    The two became one!

    The Fool Klein's body abruptly collapsed inward. Within the depths of his black trench coat, a glowing bluish-black door seemed to flicker in and out of existence.

    The star-encrusted cane and black gloves collapsed inward as well, forming a massive vortex within the trench coat—a terrifying vortex.

    Every gust of wind, droplet of water, and ray of light in the vortex consisted of writhing worms, segmented insects, and tiny, starlit creatures.

    Within a second or two, the vortex was also devoured. The inside of the black trench coat became an abyss, seemingly infinite, as if it contained an entire universe and a spirit world connected to every planet.

    As this transformation occurred, grayish-white fog rapidly spread throughout the World of Ruins, enveloping the entire planet and all living beings.

    Beyond the barrier, in the boundless universe, faint gray fog began to spread as well, though no one could say when it had started.

    Living beings within the fog either became dull-witted, filled with cunning, or inexplicably transported to the place they knew most intimately.

    Numerous rules malfunctioned, and many symbols were fooled.

    The pressure from the Outer Deities momentarily stagnated.

    Time stopped.

    At the astral barrier, within the darkness inside the black trench coat, smooth tentacles inscribed with mysterious patterns suddenly emerged. They slipped into black gloves at the sleeves and lifted the star-encrusted cane.

    Next, under the silk half top hat, a face slowly emerged from the darkness—a face with black hair and brown eyes.

    It was Klein Moretti's face.

    The Lord of Mysteries was born.

    The ruler of the spirit world had returned.
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      Unlucky Morpheus
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      Its just... so peak
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      Lazy Lion
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      It's about to go down.

      Lord of Mysteries Klein ft Soon to be Origins of Disaster Lumian versus The Great Mother and her children(Great Old Dominators).


      Alright gentlemen, place your bets!
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      The_Parasite
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      This is the peak.
      No camparison

      Hail the Fool!

      “The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;

      The Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog;

      The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”
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        The_Parasite
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        "Lord of Mysteries;
        King of Space-Time;
        Beacon of Destiny;
        Embodiment of Sefirah Castle;
        Dominator of the Spirit World"

        The Great Old One!
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          Dust Dust Sans
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          The Fool that doesn't belong to this era
          The ruler of the Sefirah Castle
          The beacon of Destiny
          The Dominator of the Spirit World
          The Inconceivable, The Unimaginable
          The King of Heaven and Earth who wields Time, Space and Luck
          The Lord of Mysteries who redeems Mankind


          PRAISE THE FOOOOOOOOOL
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      Shura
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      OMG OMG, HE'S HEREEEE joy
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      reign_333
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      I had doubts for a book 3 since Chinese writers become lazy after getting rich.

      This approach would ensure the barrier's stability for at least another three to five years.


      at least this may confirm that there will be a Book Three and not a rushed ending on book 2 without a sequel.
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        Kiber
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        Может быть тайм скип.
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        Não é o Matheus
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        I think book 3 has already been confirmed to happen during COI's events, but in the western continent.
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      MysteriousAttendant
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      ABSOLUTE CINEMAAAAAAA!!!!
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      MysteryLord
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      Me reading this: wait hypno sasuke
      Meanwhile klein in the astral world: chad chad chad
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      Максим Довбняк
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      PRAISE THE FOOL! PRAISE YOU KLEIN MORETTI!!! PRAISE YOU MY GOD!!!

      This masterpiece moment was worth reading these not always good 1150 chapters. Years have passed, welcome back: The best elder brother, The best younger brother, The best colleague, The best Friend, The best God and The best Great Old One!

      happy-birthday2 happy-birthday2 happy-birthday2 happy-birthday2 happy-birthday2 happy-birthday2
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      Lost_in_Fiction
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      PRAISE THE FOOL!!!
      PRAISE THE NEW Lord of the Mysteries!!!
      PRAISE THE RULER OF THE SPIRIT WORLD!!!
      OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH
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      Manuu
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      Peak
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      Não é o Matheus
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      YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES, FINALLY!
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      Ordinary Human
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      Praise To Our New Lord Of The Mystery
      The Fool
      🛐🛐🛐
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      Merow
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      All that's left is for Lumian to become Origin of Disasters and Evernight to become Eternal Darkness(she already has everything ready too if y'all forgot, including the sefirot which Underworld is made out of)
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        The visionary
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        God of Steam can also become a Demon of Knowledge because all the uniqueness and BC he got from Hidden Sage's death
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      Broker
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      peak? PEAK!!!!
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      Devil
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      LORD OF MYSTERIESSSSSS
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      Friehun
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      Someone just changed the wiki and gave Klein the title “Lord of Mysteries” and his sequence as well🤣 I know they’ve been waiting to change the “Half-Lord of Mysteries” for a while, good job
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      Kochan
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      darynbk
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      absolute cinema
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      Rick_17
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      Oigan,sé que es un poco tarde para preguntar pero alguien me podría decir:¿que fue lo que pasó con el niño vampiro con el padre Secuencia 8 Oyente,que llegó a la Tierra Abandonada por los Dioses? Fue hace muchos capítulos atrás así que no recuerdo...
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      HanterHirow
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      Шут был рождён!
      25.000 лет спустя, это наконец-то случилось!
      Хвала Дураку Неба и Земли!
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    Максим Довбняк
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    link to the channel in my profile description

    Chapter 1149: Acting


    As Franca watched the crimson moon rise inch by inch, a chill ran down her spine. She felt as if her darkening flaxen-colored hair was growing along with it.

    "What now?" She couldn't help but glance at Lumian.

    After becoming a Demoness of Catastrophe, she had a vague understanding of Lumian's intended actions- essentially, the plan was this:

    With the help of various forces on the Western Continent, Lumian would attempt to become the Origins of Disaster, Calamity of Destruction, before the Mother Goddess of Depravity fully accommodated the Brood Hive. Then, leveraging the symbolic connection between Earth Mother Lilith and Omebella, he would slay this true god to destroy the newly reborn Omebella, thereby provoking the Brood Hive into rebelling against the Mother Goddess of Depravity. Finally, he would seize the opportunity during Their confrontation to heavily wound the Mother Goddess of Depravity, heavily damage the Pillar, and drive Her out of the astral barrier.

    Once this plan commenced, every second would count. Earth Mother Lilith's voluntary death would rapidly lead to the fragmentation of the astral barrier. Lumian would have only a fleeting window to wound and banish the Mother Goddess of Depravity before returning to the astral barrier himself to take Earth Mother's place. Failing this, the entire situation would collapse, and the apocalypse would arrive prematurely.

    If the plan succeeded, Lumian-now having transcended the Sequences-could sustain the barrier and buy two or three more years. By then, Mr. Fool would fully awaken, lift the seals around the Western Continent, and allow more Great Old One to emerge.

    Franca had two major concerns about the plan. First, from Earth Mother Lilith's fall to the shattering of the astral barrier, the time window might be mere seconds.

    Could Lumian truly injure the Mother Goddess of Depravity, a Pillar? Second, even if Lumian somehow managed this extraordinary feat, could he-already precarious in balance and prone to "occasional" bouts of lucidity-remain stable after forcibly accommodating the City of Calamity long enough to maintain the barrier?

    Now Franca realized she didn't need to worry anymore.

    Because their plan was doomed before it even began!

    The Mother Goddess of Depravity was about to fully accommodate the Brood Hive, leaving nothing capable of restraining Her!

    At this moment, they could kill Earth Mother Lilith and reignite the Brood Hive's rebellious instincts to buy more time for Lumian to accommodate the City of Calamity. But who would then reinforce the astral barrier and halt the other Outer Deities' invasion?

    It was death either way!

    Yet Lumian smiled, the corners of his mouth curling upward, as he said to Franca, "There's still a chance. Still a way."

    As he spoke, the scenery around them shifted from wildly growing trees and weeds to the villa in the protected zone.

    Still a way? Franca, affected by Lumian's calm and resolute demeanor, felt her panic subside.

    Lumian nodded at her. "Take Anthony and Ludwig and go to Madam Magician's place Immediately. Follow her instructions. I'll meet Mr. Fool above the gray fog."

    "Alright." Franca did not hesitate or let her emotions cloud her judgment.

    She stepped forward, embracing Lumian's asymmetrical body for two seconds in silence.

    Straightening, she extended her right hand and offered a bright smile. "May we stay safe, and may you succeed."

    Lumian smiled back, raising his right hand for a high- five.

    With a crisp slap, he stared deeply at Franca for a few seconds, then turned and ascended the staircase. Grayish-white fog began to swirl around him as he disappeared.

    Only when Lumian's figure faded completely did Franca wipe her eyes, her expression calm as she turned to face Anthony and Ludwig, who had already received notifications via the mental channel.

    "We need to relocate," Franca said lightly, with a hint of a smile.

    At the same time, many high-level figures in the protected zone sensed an ominous premonition.

    Queen Mystic Bernadette swiftly produced Her Magic Wishing Lamp.

    Even before she could stroke the lamp's surface, golden light burst from its spout, forming a faint, blue-tinged figure.

    Genie's majestic voice reverberated.

    "I warned Them that my sister's accommodation of the Brood Hive would be faster than expected. Why didn't They act sooner?

    "Fate is only a baseline. Blind faith in its revelations invites backlash!"

    As a former Clairvoyant, Bernadette immediately understood Genie's meaning: Fate's guidance was undoubtedly correct but only provided a baseline. For instance, in this case, fate might have hinted that there would be no major problems within a month.

    However, it wouldn't reveal that the apocalypse would strike immediately after that time frame.

    Similarly, fate might suggest there was still hope and opportunity a month from now but wouldn't warn that acting earlier could yield better chances and greater hope.

    After a few seconds of silence, Queen Mystic Bernadette replied solemnly, "Perhaps it's precisely because fate is so enigmatic that we still have a chance and hope."

    Genie fell silent at Her words.

    …

    Above the gray fog, in the majestic palace.

    Lumian's figure appeared and immediately addressed Mr. Fool at the head of the bronze table.

    "The Mother Goddess of Depravity will fully accommodate the Brood Hive in at most half an hour. We didn't notice any signs until now."

    Shrouded in gray-white fog, Mr. Fool nodded gently.

    "Don't panic.

    "This was already accounted for in our contingency plans. If we can't wait for the optimal moment, even a moderate or slightly worse opportunity is still an opportunity."

    "I agree." Lumian smiled, his expression relaxed.

    The time had finally come.

    For him, it felt like a journey filled with pain and torment was finally reaching its conclusion. The sense of relief outweighed all else.

    In the next second, Lumian stood, placing his hand over his chest, and solemnly bowed to Mr. Fool.

    "Honorable Mr. Fool, let us begin."

    "May all go smoothly, and may we meet again," Mr. Fool also stood, removing his silk top hat and placing it over his chest in a return bow.

    Moments later, a figure pierced the gray fog and entered the palace.

    It was the voluptuous and beautiful Earth Mother Lilith holding an invisible infant. Radiant with maternal grace, She arrived through a dream tied to the divine kingdom affiliated with Sefirah Castle.

    "Is it time?" This ancestor of the Sanguine asked Mr. Fool with a relaxed smile.

    Her demeanor mirrored Lumian's, her smile much the same.

    Before Mr. Fool could respond. Lilith looked at Lumian, who stood beside the bronze table, and understood instantly.

    "So it's him who will kill me.

    "I see. That's how it should be."

    Earth Mother Lilith visibly relaxed, Her beautiful features softening further with a benevolent glow.

    She even offered Lumian Her thanks. "Thank you."

    Then She urged, "Let's begin. Time is of the essence."

    Lumian glanced at Mr. Fool, who nodded. He then moved to the bottom of the bronze table, turning the chair representing The World to face Earth Mother Lilith.

    On the chair sat a card, depicting Empress Roselle in a maternity gown, her belly swollen with maternal radiance.

    Card of Blasphemy, Mother card!

    Lumian picked up the Mother card and sat down in The World's seat.

    To his sides, the flawless Zedus and the withered tree remains of Omebella appeared with Mr. Fool's assistance.

    In the next second, Zedus, under Lumian's command, opened His mouth and called out in a low voice.

    "Mother."

    Hearing this title, Lumian smiled.

    Yes, the role he would act next was that of the Mother Goddess of Depravity!

    This wasn't a fabricated symbolism, but something the Mother Goddess of Depravity Herself had acknowledged and permitted-one She had personally forged!

    From containing fragments of Zedus's soul in Cordu Village to fusing Omebella's bloodline in Trier, Lumian had become the motherly vessel for these two divine offspring, a counterpart to Madame Pualis in secret.

    Subsequent events had reinforced this symbolic role. Thus, when drawing for a Major Arcana card, the first card he drew was The World. Thus, in the mirror world, his encounter with the calamity-representing Primordial Demoness and the mirrored Original Creator would allow Omebella to truly manifest in reality!

    In all these occurrences, he had acted the role of the Mother, the Mother Goddess of Depravity.

    This was a sanctioned act-a symbolic connection recognized by the original!

    Since, during the descent of the crimson moon, the Mother Goddess of Depravity had been Fooled, failing to kill Lumian immediately to sever this connection, he could now exploit it in reverse!

    To strengthen this role, Lumian had deliberately incorporated Zedus into his legion and exchanged for Omebella's remains, ensuring Their acknowledgment of him as Their mother.

    The Mother card, provided by Mr, Fool, further solidified the connection.

    Glancing at the Gift of the Land, which nestled close to him, Lumian closed his eyes briefly and recalled the whispered words of the Primordial Demoness, Cheek:

    "Who you are is not important...

    "What you want to do is not important either.

    "What's important is the role you're playing..."

    Lumian smiled, signaling Omebella's remains to merge with Earth Mother Lilith, overlapping the two together.

    Sitting in The World's seat, Lumian's smile grew brighter. His left hand conjured formless, colorless flames, while his right wielded a sinister black fire that froze everything it touched.

    "Yes, who I am does not matter.

    "What matters is the role I play.

    "But what I want to do matters just as much!"

    With this thought, Lumian suddenly rose, unleashing the two opposing flames. They intertwined and struck Lilith and Omebella's remains.

    Now, I am acting as the Mother Goddess of Depravity!

    And what I want is to kill my daughter, Omebella!
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    Chapter 1148: Farewell


    Zedus emerged from the eye of Cheek's face and quietly stood behind Lumian, expressionless and vacant-eyed.

    After Lumian advanced to Red Priest, Zedus, along with the steel golems and undead soldiers formerly belonging to 0-01, was re-enlisted into the newly formed legion of the Red Priest. They were now stationed in a special mirror world that had become Lumian's divine kingdom.

    Seeing the Calamity of Crimson in Lumian's hand. The Sun Derrick hesitated no longer and nodded slightly. "Okay."

    "I thought you might have some reluctance," Lumian said casually.

    Derrick shook his head and replied honestly. "When you first made the request, I did feel a bit reluctant. But after returning to the New City of Silver, I increasingly felt it was the right decision.

    "When the apocalypse arrives, Mr. Fool will undoubtedly be unable to continue protecting the New City of Silver. The Gift of the Land is the remains of Omebella, the Great Mother's most cherished daughter. It could likely spark an anomaly, causing unforeseen consequences and breaking apart the protected zones from within.

    "Moreover, Chief Chirmont has long since digested the Silver Knight potion but has yet to advance to an Angel as a Glory. That's because the Proof of Glory has to be used to seal the Gift of the Land. If it were turned into a Beyonder characteristic, anyone using it to advance would have to remain underground for extended periods, only leaving for short intervals during crises.

    "Replacing the Gift of the Land with the Calamity of Crimson should free the Proof of Glory from its restraints."

    Derrick, having only just become an Angel, still lacked understanding of matters regarding the Above the Sequences.

    Lumian produced a mirror and inserted the crystal tiara-shaped Calamity of Crimson into it.

    He then gently ran his hand over the mirror's surface.

    After completing the task, he handed the mirror to The Sun Derrick.

    "Place it in an underground location that moonlight can never reach. No males may be within ten meters. When it needs to be used, a woman must retrieve it.

    "I've sealed the area behind the mirror and fixed an entrance to the mirror world on its surface. Even ordinary people can extend their hand inside to retrieve the Calamity of Crimson."

    This setup mirrored how Franca had once secured a mirror world entrance in the quarry beneath Trier by praying to the Primordial Demoness.

    The Sun Derrick took the mirror and saw in its reflection the terrifying scene of a volcanic eruption.

    "Ignore any disasters reflected in the mirror," Lumian cautioned. "If the mirror itself cracks, pray to me or Mr. Fool immediately so we can replace its seal. As for its usage, there are three taboos: First, no male should wield it. Second, the wielder must have godhood. Third, it must not be used for more than three minutes, or if exposed to moonlight, no more than thirty seconds.

    "If the wielder experiences Pleasure or Charm ast by it, a new person must take over. Otherwise, the wielder will grow increasingly obsessed with it and try to set it free."

    The Sun Derrick nodded solemnly, "I understand."

    He then asked a question. "But I'm male. Is it safe for me to handle the Calamity of Crimson?"

    "For now, yes," Lumian explained. "It's still in a Conquered state and won't 'acknowledge' anyone else. After placing the mirror underground, avoid further contact with it."

    The Sun Derrick let out a quiet sigh of relief.

    "Alright. I'll head to the Twin Towers now to lift the Proof of Glory's suppression. You can retrieve the Gift of the Land yourself."

    After Lumian.agreed, the newly ascended Lightseeker turned into sunlight and flew out of the headquarters of the Church of The Fool.

    Lumian remained in place, admiring the murals on the walls.

    The face of Alista Tudor furrowed slightly, seemingly displeased with the religious undertones-unless, of course, the subject of the murals was Himself.

    After some time, Cheek's face on Lumian's left shoulder turned, revealing a stunning smile radiating maternal warmth and terrifying allure.

    In the next moment, a massive, withered, ash-brown tree trunk appeared before Lumian.

    It had been Charmed-enthralled by Cheek's face. which shared a profound connection with it.

    Two crimson flowers on the trunk, serving as its eyes, bloomed fully, radiantly vibrant.

    Lumian smiled at the Gift of the Land, "Would you like to reside in my divine kingdom?"

    The Gift of the Land moved closer without resistance.

    Zedus came forward, embracing the trunk and dragging it back into Lumian's divine kingdom-the destroyed, then reformed special mirror world.

    Throughout the process, Zedus handled it roughly, yet the Gift of the Land offered no opposition.

    The estranged siblings reunite.... Lumian chuckled softly and disappeared from the Church of The Fool's headquarters.

    …

    In the World of Ruins.

    Enormous oak trees stood blanketed in white by a raging blizzard, frozen lifeless. In stark contrast, another oak grove burned fiercely, consumed by invisible, colorless flames. Accompanying the destruction were bird-clawed infants, various animals, and strange familiars, all reduced to ash. Even the ground itself melted away.

    At the boundary where blizzard met flames, the clash of cold and heat created a skyward-whirling hurricane and apocalyptic torrential rain.

    In the hurricane's eye, a three-headed, six-armed Lumian wandered with frenzied, mindless eyes.

    At the edge of this fog-shrouded region, Franca sat atop a nearly 100-meter-tall gray-white stone pillar, her legs dangling idly.

    Having become a Demoness of Catastrophe, she could finally witness Lumian's bouts of uncontrollable madness firsthand.

    This was the twenty-ninth time she had observed it, yet it still left her feeling low and stifled.

    My potion digested a little more... Franca mused, forcing herself to think of something meaningful to distract from her emotions. Even though I didn't do anything as all these catastrophes were caused by Lumian...

    Is it because I brought him here?

    As a Demoness of Catastrophe, I am a bringer of calamity. Does it not matter whether the calamities I bring are self-made or external?

    Right... A Demoness of Catastrophe likely serves catastrophe... Since Lumian is the source and embodiment of catastrophes, does serving him equate to fulfilling that role...?

    No wonder my potion is digesting so quickly. At this rate, I'll fully digest it in another year or two. Too bad we don't have that much time-the one-month deadline is nearly up...

    Her thoughts wandered until the blizzard ceased, the formless and colorless flames extinguished, and the hurricane disintegrated outward, bending distant oaks.

    Lumian, now his normal human size, approached the base of the stone pillar, his expression weary yet faintly smiling. "Let's return to the protected zone."

    Franca smiled back and leaped gracefully from the 100-meter-high pillar, landing as lightly as a feather.

    At that moment, Lumian's middle head turned sharply. gazing toward another oak grove untouched by the apocalyptic scene.

    Franca immediately sensed the crimson moonlight deepening and brightening.

    From the depths of the grove emerged a woman dressed in a finely tailored black corset dress with matching shoulder drape. She wore sheer gloves that hinted at the skin beneath and a tilted, playful hat.

    Around her neck hung a diamond necklace set in gold. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, and her scarlet eyes shone like miniatures of the crimson moon.

    Franca had never seen a woman so beautiful-not even Cheek's face could compare.

    This beauty was pure, sublime, and awe-inspiring, making one want to admire and protect her but not dare to approach or desecrate. In contrast, Cheek's beauty radiated femininity and allure, stronger in seduction but less divine.

    As Franca held her breath, Lumian spoke in a low voice. "Madame Pualis, why have you appeared here?"

    Madame Pualis looked just as she had when Lumian first saw her in Cordu Village.

    Madame Pualis... The one who birthed Omebella?!

    Franca snapped out of her daze, shaken by this realization.

    She lowered her gaze, avoiding direct eye contact, and prepared to assist Lumian with her abilities.

    Madame Pualis smiled faintly. "I've come to see you both and to bid farewell.

    "I thought our last meeting would be the final one, but it seems the Great Mother still needs more time."

    "Farewell?" Lumian raised an eyebrow.

    "Yes," Madame Pualis replied with a gentle smile. "I am returning to the embrace of the Mother."

    "Returning to the embrace of the Mother?" Lumian frowned. "You did all this just for such an ending?"

    In the context of the Great Mother, returning to Her embrace was synonymous with death.

    Madame Pualis spoke softly, her expression tender.

    "It is what I desire. The Mother's embrace is where we came from and where we are destined to return. There, we find peace, warmth, slumber, and rebirth.

    "Life is a journey. I have been, seen, and experienced. Naturally, it's time to return to the Mother's embrace and await the next journey."

    That sounds utterly sinister... Franca murmured to herself.

    Lumian suddenly asked, "Are you currently a Sequence 1 Beauty Goddess of the Moon pathway?"

    "Yes, it is a gift from the Great Mother, lent to me temporarily," Madame Pualis said, her tone full of emotion as she spoke to Lumian and Aurore. "The greatest regret of my journey is missing you both in Cordu Village.

    "Goodbye. We will meet again because all life will eventually return to the Mother's embrace."

    Before her words had fully settled, Cheek's face on Lumian's left shoulder suddenly turned, Her expression sweet and smiling.

    Charm!

    A charm from the Demoness true god!

    But Lumian was a moment too slow. Madame Pualis's figure dissolved into crimson light, merging with the omnipresent moonlight, leaving only a fading Image of her waving hand.

    "What just happened?" Franca asked warily.

    Lumian's voice was low as he responded with a question.

    "A Sequence 1 Beauty Goddess suddenly choosing to return to the Mother's embrace-what does that signify?"

    Franca was suddenly alarmed. "It means the Mother Goddess of Depravity is about to fully merge with the Brood Hive and requires Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics to support her!"

    As she finished speaking, the previously devastated region began to sprout a frenzy of vegetation. The scorched ground gave way to rapidly growing flora, all stretching skyward.

    On the western horizon, the crimson moon, blood-red and ominous, began to rise slowly, laboriously revealing its edge.
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    1147 An Early Deal





    New City of Silver.

    Derrick Berg picked up the prepared Lightseeker potion, gazing at the liquid that seemed to intertwine pure beams of light. He drank it in one go.

    In an instant, it felt as though he had approached the true sun, his entire body igniting and showing signs of melting.

    Derrick did not retreat. He continued running toward the light, the sun, sensed in his core.

    His body quickly melted like heated metal—first dripping liquid, then softening and flowing toward the ground like water.

    His bones melted, his organs melted, his brain melted, and even his spirit and consciousness began to dissipate rapidly.

    But he never stopped. Supported by the justice deep in his core, he struggled and wriggled forward, guided by the faint light of the sun in his blurred consciousness.

    At this moment, he seemed to return to the Forsaken Land of the Gods, to the days when he ventured into the Giant King's Court with Chief Colin Iliad and Gehrman Sparrow. But unlike then, the surroundings were not cloaked in darkness and lightning but illuminated by the crimson moonlight that shone through the gloom.

    Dragging his melted body and soul, fueled by a belief that abandoned everything for the light, Derrick continued his pursuit with difficulty but unwavering determination.

    The light grew closer, and his spirit merged with the burning heat, leaving only a sliver of residual consciousness.

    Finally, he saw a pair of grand double doors, sensing the sun and light he longed for beyond them.

    His blurred consciousness collided with the doors, pushing them ajar.

    A sea of golden light entered Derrick's vision, and a sun of intertwining blazing white and gold rose steadily, illuminating all and dispelling the crimson and darkness.

    Derrick Berg smiled and stopped at the entrance.

    He immediately sensed his spirit, soul, and body flowing back together, merging into one.

    The door he saw quickly became illusory, while the sun gradually lost its color and form, revealing its true nature—a slowly rotating chaotic vortex face.

    Lumian placed the dark golden, peculiar mask back onto the center of his left shoulder head, covering the face with its starlit glow.

    He had come to the New City of Silver this time to fulfill his promise of helping Mr. Sun Derrick complete the ritual.

    The ritual for the Lightseeker potion required finding an item with at least the rank of an Angel and a close connection to the mysticism of the Sun. The item had to be bound to the Beyonder's most critical and justice-related memory, then placed in front of them.

    This served as a beacon for Beyonders consuming the Lightseeker potion, providing a mystical connection that would be the last to melt, helping them maintain their direction, clarity of consciousness, and determination to persist through the transformation process.

    For this ritual, the binding of memory and item was accomplished by Mr. Fool's Grafting, and the item was Lumian's chaotic vortex face. Its close association with the Chaos Sea naturally made it deeply connected to the mysticism of the Sun.

    Lumian's role was to arrive at the scene, remove the mask, and let the chaotic vortex face manifest the power of the Sun.

    After stabilizing himself, Derrick Berg, clad in a plain white robe, bowed respectfully to Lumian. 'Thank you for your assistance.'

    Lumian glanced around and smiled. 'I'd like to borrow a room.'

    'Alright,' The Sun Derrick replied without asking why.

    He helped Lumian find a quiet scripture-reading room in the Church of The Fool's headquarters.

    Lumian sat down, raised his left hand, and pressed it onto the center of the mask on his head.

    His shadow suddenly squirmed as if it had gained self-awareness.

    Then Lumian's voice echoed in his heart, plunging into the depths of his shadow and the corrupted part of his nature. 'Mr. Naboredisley, I'd like to meet with you now.'

    The sound sank into the pitch-black abyss, reverberating layer upon layer.

    Lumian did not need to unseal or remove the mask to employ the abilities of the Visionary and The Hanged Man at this level.

    Not long after, a dark, sinister liquid seemed to churn and surge within his shadow, from which an ice-blue-eyed Naboredisley rapidly emerged.

    'Good afternoon.' Naboredisley greeted with gentlemanly poise, taking a seat opposite Lumian with a smile. 'Are you preparing for the secret deed with the City of Calamity?'

    'I still need two or three weeks to strengthen the balance of my body. You wouldn't want me to explode the moment I accommodate the City of Calamity, would you?' Lumian responded with a faint smile.

    'Then why did you seek me?' Naboredisley asked directly, skipping any guesses.

    Lumian chuckled. 'I want you to give me that portion of Abomination Beyonder characteristic in advance. Otherwise, we might not have time to handle it when the moment comes.

    'We must prepare for unforeseen events and get all the groundwork done early.'

    'But you haven't fulfilled your end of the deal,' Naboredisley reminded.

    Lumian looked at him with a teasing tone. 'I'm not that Celestial Worthy. Have I ever broken a promise?

    'Besides, helping you is also helping myself. I have no reason not to fulfill my promise. At worst, if I fail to accommodate it, your attempt will fail indirectly, but in that case, everyone dies anyway, including your Abomination avatar. Keeping it would be meaningless.'

    Naboredisley remained silent, not responding immediately.

    He had always been prone to interpreting others' intentions with the deepest malice.

    After all, He was the embodiment of malice itself.

    'If you're still worried, you can plant a spiritual mark in my consciousness and spirit right now,' Lumian offered. 'I don't mind living with it for two or three weeks. The only problem is it might backfire and corrupt you. You know what's inside me.'

    'But you can erase the spiritual mark before the secret deed with the City of Calamity,' Naboredisley hesitated before responding.

    Lumian burst out laughing. 'Why not draft a notarized contract while we're at it? I'll make it, and Mr. Fool can witness it.'

    Naboredisley stared at Lumian for a few seconds before smiling. 'No need. I trust you. I'll have my Abomination avatar come over now.

    'The spiritual mark can wait until you bond with the City of Calamity.'

    Lumian responded with a smile, 'Deal.'

    Soon after, Farbauti, the Abomination covered in gold and wearing a mask painted black and white, emerged from the spirit world before Lumian.

    Naboredisley raised His head and locked eyes with Farbauti, nodding slightly in mutual acknowledgment.

    Seeing this, Lumian remarked with a touch of sentiment, 'After the last Dream Festival, we made many preparations to guard the tomb and deal with the Angels of the Rose School of Thought's indulgence faction and Devil families, all for the next Dream Festival. Yet none of that came into play. The early arrival of the crimson moon turned the world into ruins, making it impossible to hold the Dream Festival again.

    'That's precisely why I want you to hand over the Abomination Beyonder characteristic in advance. Our enemies won't sit idle while we prepare; they won't wait for us to complete everything methodically before starting the apocalypse.

    'With what little time remains, we must finish everything we need to do as quickly as possible. Waiting for the perfect moment is futile; the future is full of uncertainties.'

    Naboredisley smiled in response. 'Though I doubt your motives, my rational mind tells me this is indeed necessary.'

    As He spoke, Farbauti removed the golden mask derived from the former Death, Salinger.

    With a clatter, the gold covering His body fell away piece by piece, landing on the ground with metallic thuds.

    In mere seconds, His body disintegrated, transforming into a grotesque tree-like shape coated in viscous black liquid.

    'Is this the Abomination's Mythical Creature form?' Lumian asked, his curiosity piqued for once.

    Naboredisley shook His head with a smile. 'The Mythical Creature form of the Chained pathway is actually invisible, intangible, a collection of various curses. What you saw previously as a Mythical Creature form is essentially the vessel that carries this aggregate—or no, not 'carries.' Using terms like 'binds' and 'fixes' would be more symbolically accurate.

    'So, the outwardly manifest Mythical Creature form of this pathway depends on one's self-awareness and the choices made during the advancement to Sequence 4 Puppet and Sequence 2 Ancient Bane as a base. These bases bind and stabilize the various curses resulting from the disassembly process.'

    'An embalmed mummy at the demigod level?' Lumian recalled the unique items required for the Puppet advancement ritual.

    Naboredisley nodded gently and explained, 'Yes, that's one type of anchor. However, it's not strictly necessary to use a demigod-level mummy. Any item with a similar function and the same rank can serve the purpose. The Rose School of Thought's temperance faction traditionally uses mummies for their advancement. This practice is tied to the imagery and history of Tolzna and has even influenced the burial customs of the Highlands Kingdom.

    'Similarly, the advancement to Ancient Bane requires finding an ancient, evil item capable of bearing angelic power. This item becomes the core of the final Mythical Creature form.'

    'Born Mythical Creatures like Suah and Tirié, who have not completed the corresponding Sequence advancements, exhibit forms that are essentially amplifications of Their Beyonder characteristics.'

    Having finished this explanation, Naboredisley discussed a few more aspects of the deep secret deed with Lumian before taking His leave.

    Shortly after His departure, Renette Tinekerr, carrying four golden-haired, red-eyed heads, and Sharron, wearing a small bonnet, appeared in the room.

    They had sensed the convergence and followed their spiritual intuition to investigate.

    'Our deal can now move forward,' Lumian said with a smile.

    Sharron nodded slightly, allowing the crimson-stained crystal tiara hidden in the spirit world to emerge from its seal and float toward Lumian.

    This was the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, Calamity of Crimson, corresponding to the Demoness of Catastrophe.

    'It's yours now,' Lumian said, gesturing toward the Abomination Beyonder characteristic.

    'Thank'…'you'…'for'…'your'…'help,' Renette Tinekerr four heads spoke in sequence.

    Sharron, on the other hand, lightly lifted the hem of her dress in a gesture of gratitude.

    Once the two ladies had secured the Beyonder characteristic and left the room, Lumian, holding the Calamity of Crimson, returned to where The Sun Derrick was waiting. With a smile, he said,

    'You can trade me the Gift of the Land now.'

    As he spoke, Cheek's eyes transformed into mirrors, and a figure emerged.

    It was Zedus, a man of almost unparalleled beauty, with scarlet eyes.
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    Oh Lord, you taste so good? Franca mentally captioned Ludwig's reaction.




    😂😂 Franca will kill me!
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    When Lumian becomes a GOO and absorbs the three seq1 characteristics of the paths of Death, Darkness, and Giant, will he be significantly stronger than an ordinary External Deity? An intriguing version))
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      He already is a GOO, just without the sefirot(which he will get soon). If he accommodates Death, Giant and Darkness he will become the Fourth Pillar and everyone dies, end of the story(even if he goes into slumber/split himself, it would only delay the inevitable).
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        Для того чтобы это сделать, надо будет убить Богиню Вечной Ночи, а она очень важный союзник, так что я не думаю что Автор сделает такой финал, хотя учитывая, что это БЫЛО упомянуто, уже страшно frost
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      Lumian debería matar a la diosa de la noche eterna y tomar la sefirot del rio de la eterna oscuridad, para poder formar el cuarto pilar, por el momento se planea que lumian esté solo en secuencia de gran antiguo, osea poseedor de su sefirot correspondiente y solo si el loco llegase a estar en amenaza, creo que lumian tomaría la iniciativa de volverse ese pilar, pero eso significaría prácticamente matar todo, destruirlo todo
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      He can't that will be really dangerous thing to do. He already is pretty unstable.
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        Так тут не в этом дело, он сможет это сделать, да и зачем ему здравый рассудок, когда он Станет 4-м столпом, то вселенная уничтожится.
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    Chapter 1146: Wishing You Joy


    "Begin," the rich voice of Round Moon Duke Olmer echoed from within the tomb.

    The Moon Emlyn hummed in acknowledgment, erected a wall of spirituality, and began the ritual following standard summoning protocols. He lit candles and offered his sacrifice-a glass of absinthe shimmering with a dreamy green hue.

    Taking two steps back, he recited the first verse of the incantation in ancient Hermes, "I!"

    As his voice reverberated, The Moon Emlyn broke from convention and continued the chant in ancient Hermes rather than switching to Hermes.

    "I summon in my name:"

    He stretched out his hands, and with the chant, conjured a phantom door inscribed with countless mysterious symbols amidst the expanding candle flames.

    Then, Emlyn uttered the honorific name of the entity he was summoning, "The Demoness wielding Chaos, the Many-Faced One who offers sacrifices to Calamity, and the Ruler of the Mirror World."

    He deliberately avoided the part of the honorific name -"Symbol of War and Apocalypse" - as summoning a true god-level existence through the Door of Summoning might naturally affect the surroundings, The "Apocalypse" aspect was particularly unwelcome for the aged and frail Round Moon Duke Olmer and his peers.

    Hearing the three titles uttered by Emlyn, the surrounding Sanguine marquises displayed puzzled expressions.

    Isn't the first line associated with the Primordial Demoness?

    And who does the other two lines refer to?

    I've never heard of the Primordial Demoness being called the Ruler of the Mirror World...

    Did something happen in the World of Ruins? Did the Primordial Demoness's honorific name change?

    Is Emlyn attempting to summon the Primordial Demoness?

    Could he possibly be summoning a true god?

    Isn't the Primordial Demoness barred from entering the protected zone? Haw Emlyn been bewitched into summoning Her to destabilize the zone?

    The Sanguine marquises, alarmed and wary, were about to recite the honorific names of other true gods for protection when the mystical and hazy Door of Summoning abruptly swung open. Beyond the door lay a profound darkness, studded with countless stars and filled with innumerable indistinct phantoms.

    Six massive hands suddenly emerged from within, gripping the doorframe itself.

    Some were delicate and beautiful, with flawless white skin, while others were robust, with clearly defined joints, exuding masculine strength. Each set of hands occupied one side of the doorway, squeezing it tightly, making it hard to fathom the size of the being they belonged to.

    Some Sanguine marquises stared blankly at the pristine, elegant hands, their minds conjuring visions of the overwhelming beauty of their owner. Others felt as though the bronzed hands were pressing down on their heads from a distance, causing them to bow involuntarily, forgetting entirely what they had intended to do.

    Around the Round Moon Duke's tomb, the grass, grains, flowers, and insects all turned toward the Door of Summoning and prostrated themselves on the ground.

    Finally, the six massive hands pushed the phantom Door of Summoning open as far as it would go, and a figure emerged.

    In that instant, all the Sanguine present, including Round Moon Duke Olmer and The Moon Emlyn, saw themselves-sometimes with resentful expressions, sometimes with hostile gazes, sometimes appearing as they had in their youth.

    These were their mirror reflections, originating from both the present and the past.

    They also saw the ideal lover they had envisioned in their hearts, the most captivating member of the opposite sex.

    Each of them became entranced, floating in a dreamlike state, as though reality itself had become unmoored.

    It was unclear how much time had passed before they managed to regain a semblance of self-awareness.

    They found that the summoning ritual had long since concluded. The flames on the candles had shrunk back to their original size, flickering quietly.

    The Moon Emlyn quickly examined himself and, unsurprisingly, confirmed that he had completely digested the High Summoner potion.

    At that moment, the rich voice of Round Moon Duke Olmer came from within the tomb, "Whom exactly did you summon?"

    The Moon Emlyn unconsciously lifted his chin slightly and replied, "An existence who has just ascended to become a dual-pathway true god."

    …

    Trier, Quartier de la Maison d`Opera, Rue du Chapeau Noir.

    Niceea, with her brown curls pinned up, sat in the rocking chair of her apartment, idly swaying as she stared off into space.

    Since the night of the crimson moon's immense appearance, as though it had descended upon the earth, she had found herself with little to do.

    Most of the core members of the Emperor Party had been arrested and purged, including her lover, Grouès, leading to the organization's complete disintegration.

    Her superior, Madame Franca, hadn't assigned her any tasks either, merely instructing her to monitor the citizens in her vicinity and report any anomalies immediately.

    With so much free time, Niceea had focused on digesting the Pleasure potion, flitting like a butterfly among her lovers. She even orchestrated situations where, despite knowing of each other's existence, they endured the pain of rivalry, pretended ignorance, or quarreled yet remained unwilling to leave her.

    This had led to her complete digestion of the Pleasure potion last month. However, her superior had not provided her with the formula or ingredients for the Pain potion.

    Do I need to make new contributions? But there haven't been any tasks assigned... Also, why did all my mirrors just shatter? I must report this to Madame Franca; something is seriously wrong... Niceea thought, glancing at the drawn sheer curtains shielding her from the sunlight.

    As these thoughts crossed her mind, she noticed that the glass window, now cracked as if struck by an invisible force, reflected the image of Madame Franca stepping out. She wore a ponytail and a hunter's outfit.

    Niceea didn't immediately rise to greet her superior.

    She momentarily felt dazed, struck by the overwhelming beauty of Franca, Her superior had grown even more radiant-so mesmerizing that Niceea couldn't look away, so beautiful it made her forget all her worries and everything else.

    Several seconds passed before Niceea snapped out of her trance and hurriedly stood in greeting. "Good afternoon, Madame."

    "Good afternoon," Franca responded with a smile.

    Niceea was momentarily dazzled by that smile and blurted out, "Madame, have you advanced again?"

    Franca didn't hide it, nodding gently.

    "I'm now an Angel, a Demoness of Catastrophe."

    An Angel... Niceea was left speechless.

    She recalled that when she had first been assigned to Madame Franca's command, her superior had been a Sequence 5 Demoness of Affliction, while she herself was a Sequence 7 Witch.

    Now, she had only advanced one rank to become a Sequence 6 Demoness of Pleasure, but Franca had climbed several Sequences to reach Sequence 2 and become an Angel!

    Could it be that advancing beyond Sequence 5 in the demigod realm was easier than advancing through lower ranks?

    That's impossible!

    Noticing Niceea's shocked and bewildered expression, Franca also felt a twinge of sentimentality.

    Yes, it hasn't been long, but now I'm a Demoness of Catastrophe.

    But I'd rather return to the days when I was just a Demoness of Affliction...

    As a Demoness of Catastrophe, Franca's core ability now revolved around "catastrophes," encompassing both natural and man-made calamities. This extended to certain authorities and abstract concepts.

    Natural disasters like blizzards, tsunamis, earthquakes, meteor impacts, floods, volcanic eruptions, or the collapse of the mirror world could be conjured through her abilities. Similarly, train accidents, building collapses, horse stampedes, or accidental gun discharges-all events tied to societal order or mechanical constructs-fell within her purview as a Demoness of Catastrophe.

    Additionally, when extended to authority and concepts, "catastrophe" could manifest as the inducement or exacerbation of issues to destabilize a previously stable system.

    In such cases, if a Beyonder's state was inherently unstable, a Demoness of Catastrophe could use Her abilities to induce them to lose balance and lose control on the spot. For the target, this was undoubtedly a catastrophe.

    Franca understood this as an extension of the Red Priest pathway's Weakness Investigation ability, reflected in a neighboring pathway.

    When Lumian was still a Hunter, he could accurately grasp the structural integrity of a building and identify the key points to demolish it. A Demoness of Catastrophe, on the other hand, could treat Beyonders, areas, or natural environments as if they were such a structure or system, detonating their hidden issues and triggering catastrophic collapse.

    When it comes to disrupting stability and triggering catastrophe, the main difference between the two lay in their approach: a Hunter targeted weaknesses from the outside in, while a Demoness of Catastrophe worked primarily from the inside out-or combined both internal and external forces.

    From this perspective, the Primordial Demoness was actually very restrained toward Lumian, who relied on the chaotic vortex face to gain the rank of a true god and maintain his existence and King of Angels power through a delicate balance. However, the problem was that the Primordial Demoness didn't want Lumian to lose balance, lose control, and die. That would render all of Her previous efforts meaningless.

    For this reason, the Primordial Demoness was willing to take risks and even face Her own demise by integrating Herself into Lumian's body. After all, from Her perspective, Her consciousness and spirit would remain intact, simply surviving in a different form.

    The catastrophes wielded by a Demoness of Catastrophe also manifested as curses of destiny.

    Franca could now create objects or leave behind words that, without directly contacting the target, cause those who touched the object or heard the words to encounter one catastrophe after another in their subsequent lives.

    Her other abilities had also been correspondingly enhanced at the angelic level. For instance, her mystical pathogens could now erode and influence the bodies of complete Mythical Creatures.

    Lost in these thoughts, Franca turned to Niceea, who had just regained control of her expression, and said, "I'm here today to tell you something.

    "The Primordial Demoness has perished. Of the high- ranking color-named Demonesses, fewer than five have survived. The Demoness Sect has effectively been annihilated."

    "Ah?" Niceea momentarily forgot about her superior's advancement to angelhood. "What about us? And the other Demonesses?"

    The other Demonesses? Except for the high-ranking ones involved in the initial events in the mirror world, most Demonesses were incorporated into the protected zone. Subsequently, some were hunted down, some surrendered directly to official organizations, and others escaped the protected zone to rejoin the remnants of the Demoness Sect in the World of Ruins... If it weren't for your past as a government informant and the fact that the digestion of your Assassin, Instigator, and Witch potions primarily targeted organizations like the Emperor Party, I wouldn't have spared you... Franca smiled and said to Niceea, "We have nothing to worry about. I was one of those who destroyed the Demoness Sect."

    Niceea was stunned. She felt both surprised and unsurprised.

    Madame Franca is a Saint of the Church of The Fool!

    But if I know this, wouldn't the Demoness of Black and others know as well?

    "Madame, is there anything I should do?" Niceea quickly expressed her intention to continue her loyalty.

    Franca smiled in response. "A month from now, I'll have something for you to do. For now, you should rest well and adjust your state.

    "Oh, and the honorific name of the Primordial Demoness can still be used, but it will now point to someone else-the one I currently follow."

    Who is that? Niceea didn't dare to ask and instead inquired, "Madame, may I make my own arrangements for the next month?"

    Franca looked at Niceea for several seconds before revealing a clean smile in the sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains.

    "Yes, go on dates, bask in the sun, take walks along the Srenzo River, watch operas, read books, read newspapers, ride a bicycle, fish, sample the signature dishes of Trier's famous restaurants, gather with friends-do everything you wish to do."

    At the end, Franca placed a hand over her chest and bowed slightly. "In short, I wish you joy."

    As her voice echoed, she disappeared into the interplay of light and shadow created by the sheer curtains.

    Niceea stared blankly at the spot where Franca had stood, feeling both dazed and confused.
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    1145 Devouring Concepts





    'Angel of Devouring? What abilities does it have?' Franca asked Ludwig casually, treating him as one of their own.

    After all, he was like her godchild!

    Ludwig, who had yet to break the seal and regain his full intelligence, answered honestly, 'The core ability is to devour the rules of a specific area and certain shallow-level concepts, though there are limits to the number and range.'

    'Devour rules? How does that work?' Franca's curiosity was unmasked.

    It sounded pretty powerful.

    Before Ludwig could respond, Lumian reverted the scene back to the protected zone. The surroundings were no longer layered in dark mirrors, and sunlight once again shone through the windows into the clean, bright living room.

    Ludwig glanced at the sunlight streaming in and the well-lit room before slowly opening his mouth.

    Suddenly, Franca's vision was consumed by darkness; the entire area became unnaturally black.

    For someone like her, who possessed Night Vision, it wasn't an issue. She turned to look at Ludwig and could still see the boy clearly.

    'I thought you swallowed up the entire area, including us, into your stomach,' Franca joked.

    Ludwig froze for a moment before explaining, 'I could, but at my current level, I can't directly swallow areas or physical targets. I'd need to create a vortex in my mouth to pull you all in, and you'd be able to resist that pull.'

    'I see…' Franca switched gears and asked, 'So what exactly are you devouring right now?'

    'It's the rule of Sunlight Illumination. Even if a Beyonder creates sunlight again, until this rule is restored, that sunlight won't function,' Ludwig explained earnestly.

    Lumian smiled and inquired, 'Can you spit out the devoured rule?'

    'Once something is devoured, it's gone for good; it can't be restored.' Ludwig opened his mouth again.

    The sunlight returned to illuminate the living room.

    'Didn't you say it couldn't be restored?' Franca asked, amused.

    Ludwig picked up the piece of steak from the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed before answering, 'It's not that the rule was restored; I created a new rule similar to the original.'

    'So devouring a rule allows you to use it yourself?' Franca suddenly understood.

    'Only once,' Ludwig admitted. 'To use it repeatedly, I'd need to devour the source power that creates the rule.'

    Franca had initially wanted to ask how long it would take for a devoured rule to recover, but her spiritual intuition had already given her the answer: one to three minutes.

    'And how does devouring shallow concepts work?' she asked instead.

    Ludwig turned his gaze to the crystal chandelier with its golden frame. His eyes reflected the object.

    He opened his mouth again.

    Franca followed his gaze and noticed the chandelier's faint gold frame turning pitch black and dull, utterly unappealing.

    The golden hues of other items in the living room also disappeared, leaving a void of blackness.

    'Did you devour the concept of 'gold'?' Franca clicked her tongue.

    Ludwig nodded. 'Can the concept of 'gold' recover on its own?' Franca asked, finding the suddenly drab living room rather unappealing.

    '…It depends on how it's devoured. One method allows for recovery, while the other makes the concept permanently disappear within the affected range—unless other Beyonder powers intervene,' Ludwig hesitated before answering.

    'Which method did you use just now?' Franca suddenly had a bad feeling.

    'The second one,' Ludwig confessed.

    Lumian chuckled and raised his right hand, snapping his fingers.

    With a snap, all the golden hues in the living room were restored.

    Franca's first reaction was: You can perform magic and create miracles now?

    She immediately remembered that this wasn't the World of Ruins, not the real world. Even Frank Lee's thoughts could affect sailors in their surroundings, let alone Lumian, who could partially wield the powers of a Visionary.

    'Let me try next time!' she said regretfully.

    Lumian turned to Ludwig and asked, 'What's the name of Sequence 1? And what about Sequence 0?'

    Ludwig mumbled, 'Overall, Sequence 1 is called Chaos Gastric Juices, and Sequence 0… In the dream city, I saw a term I thought was fitting—Gluttony. Otherwise, you could call it Self-Devourer or Tail-Devourer. It means devouring oneself, digesting oneself, and growing oneself anew.'

    'Tail-Devourer probably represents a cycle rather than literally devouring oneself. Let's go with Gluttony or Self-Devourer,' Franca opined.

    Lumian chuckled. 'Pathways with the prefix 'Primordial' always seem to have some connection to chaos.'

    He then said to Ludwig, 'You can go back to the kitchen and continue eating. When the time is right, we'll open the third layer of the Box of the Great Old Ones.'

    Ludwig breathed a sigh of relief and left the living room reluctantly.

    Franca's gaze returned to the Box of the Great Old Ones before glancing at Lumian. She opened her mouth but changed her question at the last moment, 'What are the abilities and negative effects of this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?'

    'The first layer swaps the internal space with the target area, rapidly turning whatever is placed into the box into toys. The second layer records various scenes and allows the user to add new ones. When opened, the holder and all living beings within the designated range are forcibly transported to the specified location.

    'The hidden risk of this transportation is randomness. It only works as intended a small fraction of the time. Most of the time, the destination changes unpredictably. Furthermore, the good luck given by the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture can't influence it, or to be more precise—Sequence 1-level or lower good fortune cannot influence this randomness accurately.

    'As for the third layer, well, you've already heard it.' Lumian gave a brief summary of the Box of the Great Old One's abilities.

    Franca was taken aback. 'Good luck from anything below Sequence 0 can hardly influence the randomness?

    'Then how did Madam Temperance accurately transport herself and the Demoness of Black to the Underworld using the blessings of the Angel of Mercury? Or was it actually Mr. Fool's miracle that made it happen?'

    Franca was very interested in her former superior, Demoness of Black Clarice. During their return to the protected zone, she had briefly asked Madam Temperance about her fate. The latter had explained in rough detail through written notes.

    She knew that the Demoness of Black had been transported to the Underworld by the Box of the Great Old Ones and perished there. However, her dormant mirror remained intact, enabling future resurrection.

    Of course, reviving through a dormant mirror was a process that took time. When the mirror world completely collapsed with the fall of the Primordial Demoness and the world's mirrors shattered, dormant mirrors would be hard-pressed to survive—unless placed in locations with exceptional protection or potent interference.

    Based on this, Franca suspected that the Demoness of Black had failed to resurrect before her dormant mirror was destroyed and was truly dead.

    This aligned closely with what Lumian had relayed from Mr. Fool's final remarks.

    Lumian smiled at Franca but offered no explanation.

    Franca wanted to press further but closed her mouth instead.

    As Lumian sealed the Box of the Great Old Ones, he said to Franca, 'Give me a dormant mirror to keep in my divine kingdom. In the future, as long as you're not killed by one of a few specific abilities, you'll always be able to resurrect.'

    'Alright, I'll fetch one later—or rather, I'll make a new one,' Franca readily agreed. She, of course, didn't carry dormant mirrors on her person. They were hidden in secret places, like the Nation of the Evernight. After becoming a Demoness of Catastrophe, she could now create three more dormant mirrors even before her potion was fully digested.

    Lumian hummed in acknowledgment and stood up.

    'Where are you going?' Franca calculated the time and found that his 'occasional' bout of clarity wasn't over yet.

    'Helping Mr. Moon digest his potion. I feel like he's about to summon me,' Lumian replied with a smile.

    'Sounds like fun,' Franca said, her eyes relaxing into a smile.

    She pondered for a moment and said, 'Once I've made a new dormant mirror, I'll visit my only subordinate and let her know the Demoness Sect is finished.'

    …

    Backlund, in the basement of a villa.

    In the underground area of a villa, a vibrant tomb surrounded by mutated grass, flowers, grains, and insects stood tall. Several Sanguine stood upright before it.

    The Moon Emlyn was nearby, setting up a ritual altar.

    He felt a little confused about the situation. Originally, he had only intended to enhance the digestion of his potion by summoning a high-level existence. To ensure the effect, he planned to have a few Counts under his command witness the ritual as audience members for feedback. However, the Sanguine had taken this matter exceptionally seriously. They had asked him to conduct the summoning in front of the Round Moon Duke Olmer's coffin and even summoned several younger marquises to observe.

    What was supposed to be a small affair suddenly became solemn and grand.

    Although bewildered, Emlyn understood the current situation.

    All the existing Dukes of the Sanguine were too old. Their bodies were failing, and leaving their coffins for prolonged periods was not an option. Other marquises were either similarly aged and weakened or lacked sufficient protection from those of higher ranks, making them vulnerable to losing control during the advancement ritual under the crimson moon's influence.

    Thus, Emlyn had become the Sanguine's hope—the marquis most likely to ascend to angelhood in recent years. No amount of importance attached to him was excessive.

    Did I ever tell them who I'm summoning? I think I only mentioned summoning a high-ranking existence… The Moon Emlyn pondered over this trivial matter while arranging the altar.

    The upcoming summoning was likely one of the rarest in mysticism history. He couldn't simply rely on his abilities to create a Door of Summoning and call it a day. Respect and ceremony were a must.

    Of course, this wasn't his first high-level summoning. If the projection of Gehrman Sparrow he had summoned in the dream city had been complete, his High Summoner potion would have been fully digested long ago.

    Before long, The Moon Emlyn finished preparing the altar. He turned to the tomb of the Round Moon Duke Olmer and the surrounding Sanguine marquises and announced, 'I'm about to begin the summoning.'
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      not good for their hearts. Summoning the God of Pranks. devious
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        Broker
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        let's prank em with 3 heads and 6 arms lol
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    Merry Christmas
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