046: The Sun Rises

Don leaned on his cane, and the people around spontaneously moved away from him, clearing out a large open space.

"What's going on here?"

Don glanced at the drunk middle-aged man on the ground who had been slapped unconscious but was quickly awakened again by the knight captain, as well as the girl who was now coughing softly, supporting herself on the ground with her hands as she looked up at him.

The ring on his pinky finger was slightly heating up, indicating that a 'miracle' recognized by the theater was being produced.

Theater With Curtains That Never Draw—as a Miracle Invoker, every great miracle he performed was composed of countless small miracles.

As the highest-level magician, a Miracle Invoker's miracles were always about seeing the big picture through small details, a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

Each tiny 'wish' would be accumulated in the wishing bottle, and when it was filled to the brim, the wishing bottle would bloom like rising fireworks, bursting forth with brilliant colors in the dark night sky.

Through the Ring of the Curator, even when Don was outside the theater, the miracles he created could be accepted by the theater, allowing it to accumulate power.

"Even more so, if enough is accumulated, within the Spirit World range that the theater can radiate to, I can also try making wishes to it."

This was equivalent to having a hidden Angel-level helper that could be used as a trump card when encountering danger.

Of course, doing so would directly expose the Theater With Curtains That Never Draw's real-world coordinates and Spirit World coordinates through powerful Beyonder forces, breaking the Concealment.' and allowing people to detect it.

The knight captain had obviously struck with deadly force. Normally, he might turn a blind eye to these old scoundrels, but once something happened, he couldn't just ignore it.

Otherwise, the next unlucky one would be him!

With his face red and swollen from the beating, his body covered in bruises, and excruciating pain washing over him with several broken bones in his body, the middle-aged man was obviously scared half to death by Don's identity. The alcohol had been knocked out of him, and he now knelt on the ground stumbling, covered in cold sweat, no longer showing any of his previous arrogance, just kowtowing repeatedly.

Don didn't speak, and the knight captain stood up, glaring menacingly at this damned drunkard.

Soon, the drunkard who had lost quite a few teeth tremblingly raised his head. He no longer cared about the whispers around him, knowing full well what would happen if he offended a noble.

"I... I'll give her to you, please forgive..." His words were already distorted, and he pointed at the girl on the ground, looking at Don with hopeful expectation, hoping this kind-hearted noble would spare his life.

In this era, even if one had money, the lives of lower-class people were no different from cats or dogs in the eyes of those nobles.

Let alone the lord of this territory?

He was filled with regret as the young man in front of him walked toward him, stopping his cane in front of him.

Thud.

A dull sound rang out. The young man didn't use much force, but a bright red mark appeared on the middle-aged man's swollen face. However, compared to his body with several broken bones and his head swollen like a pig's head, this was already much better.

Still mindful of the Church's Beyonders, Don didn't directly crack open this person's skull with his cane.

Absolute scum.

Don had already heard the complete story from the people around who hadn't left yet, and after secretly divining the cause and effect of the matter, he looked at the girl on the ground and gestured to the knight captain beside him, "Send her to the church, find a pastor to look at this child's mother."

It seemed this place needed management too—what kind of demons and monsters were developing here under his nose!

"And then." Don looked down at the middle-aged man who had been struck with the stick but was still looking at him ingratiatingly.

He smiled coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Don admitted he didn't have the ability to save everyone, but having the ability yet seeing something and not caring—that really went against the socialist core values he had studied for so many years.

He didn't need to do anything, didn't even need to give any instructions. The knight guard unit that governed this area would give him the answer he wanted tonight.

His good mood for the day was thus ruined as he returned to the church entrance, boarded the carriage, and left.

"Feels even more medieval than the Middle Ages... Although I'm used to it, it's still quite uncomfortable to see."

Every era had its own trajectory. In the end, he didn't have the ability to change the entire world.

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[Warning: Multiple different pathway Beyonder characteristics fusion! Unknown mutation occurring!]

The mystical item created by fusing the Beyonder characteristics of [Black Knight], [Lightseeker], [Manipulator], [Wind-blessed], and [Polymath] had finally been completed.

Don looked at the system's prompt and gazed at something that only he could see after deploying 'Artisan'.

It was a scepter.

about three meters long, cast from dark golden gold.

The scepter's shaft seemed to be covered with many texts, densely packed and irregularly coiled around the scepter like centipedes. Upon closer observation, one would feel as if they were falling deep into it, their spirit controlled by invisible forces, involuntarily giving up resistance.

The top of this scepter was a flat disc, seemingly symbolizing the sun.

Five twisted triangles floated beside the dark golden disc, and within the triangles, different mystical symbols seemed to be reflected under the light's reflection.

Among these five triangles, three had symbols flickering with subtle light, while two appeared dimmer, seemingly not yet lit up.

This was a mystical item that looked quite 'mystical' indeed.

Don looked at the introduction given by the system, just as the system had said.

"Unknown mutation indeed..."

When creating the permanent Beyonder item, when choosing what mystical item could be created permanently from the Black Knight's Beyonder characteristics, he hadn't chosen this pathway's greatest highlight—'Grazing'.

After all, he had marionettes, so shepherding wasn't a necessary choice.

What he chose was 'Corruption'.

The Black Knight's 'Corruption' conflicted with the Lightseeker's 'Purification'.

Subsequently, it became this kind of Beyonder ability.

It birthed a black sun.

'When the holder injects spirituality, it can create a type of black sunlight.'

Eroding light, eliminating sound, polluting spirituality, reflecting the negative and twisted faces of things illuminated by the sunlight.

Black sunlight?

Had the sun fallen?

Don thoughtfully flipped through the manual given by the system, wanting to see what its negative effects were, but saw written in the manual:

[Negative Effect: Will attract the Sun to Rise!]

There were no other negative effects, like eating a person a day or something similar...

But...

"The Sun Rises?" What was this thing?

'Please, please host, comprehend it yourself.' The system said dryly, as if it too was quite frightened, with even its electronic voice carrying some static.

Could it be the Ancient Sun God's revival?

"Is there danger?"

[The first time taking it out, there isn't...]

"Oh." So there would be danger the second time it was taken out.

Don glanced at the scepter in 'Artisan', then decisively closed it.

So dangerous—let it stay in storage for a while first.

(End of Chapter)