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Chapter 28:
The bar at midnight was steeped in drowsy stillness.
Alger sat at the counter, sipping his glass of rye in silence. Throughout the night, a few drunkards and women of the special service trade had approached him, but a single glare was enough to send them away.
Time passed, minute by minute.
Alger grew restless. Why isn't he here yet? Did something happen...?
Just then, the bartender, who had been busy wiping glasses, seemed to receive a signal. With a practiced motion, he set down his cloth and subtly leaned in.
"This gentleman," he murmured, his eyes hazy, "please come with me."
Alger frowned. He was about to question the man when he caught sight of a tarot card peeking out from the bartender's breast pocket—The Wheel of Fortune.
His expression softened slightly. Without another word, he downed the now-warm rye, picked up his hat, and followed the bartender to a private room hidden within the bar.
At the door, Alger took a deep breath, as if deliberating on what attitude to adopt toward the person he was about to meet.
Squeak—
The door creaked open.
Stepping inside, Alger let his gaze sweep across the dimly lit room. He saw three people.
No—three people and a dog.
Seated in the center of the sofa, legs crossed, was a tall young man with black hair. He appeared youthful, yet his dignified presence gave the impression of someone much more experienced.
To his left sat a fair-skinned, blonde woman, her emerald-green eyes openly brimming with curiosity.
To his right was a young man with a scholarly air, quiet and reserved, as though he could fade into the background at any moment.
The black-haired man in the center spoke first.
"Alger Wilson?"
Alger hesitated briefly before nodding.
The man smiled faintly. "I am Julius. Julius Astorio."
The blonde woman and the bookish young man introduced themselves as well.
"Audrey Hall."
"Klein Moretti."
Alger knew that hiding anything would be futile—especially before a high-Sequence Beyonder. He took the initiative and introduced himself.
"I am the captain of the Blue Avenger, as well as an informant of the Church of the Lord of Storms stationed at sea. Currently, I'm a Sequence 7—Navigator."
Identity and strength—this was Alger's show of sincerity.
Julius smiled. "Miss Audrey has just advanced to Sequence 8. Her pet is also of equivalent strength. Klein is Sequence 8 as well... They'll assist you in this operation."
Alger understood and proceeded to lay out the details he had prepared.
"Before we begin, I need to warn you: while Qilangos is only a Sequence 6, the Beyonder item in his possession—Creeping Hunger—grants him access to multiple supernatural abilities.
These include, but are not limited to: inducing madness in his target, invading dreams, summoning holy light to purge the undead, enhancing himself through singing, and assuming different appearances."
"He was originally just a Wind-blessed with talents in controlling wind, water, and weather. However, with Creeping Hunger in his hands, even an unprepared Sequence 5 might struggle against him."
Julius chuckled. "From the sound of it, Creeping Hunger is likely an artifact containing the characteristics of a Shepherd."
Noticing the curious glances directed his way, he explained,
"'Shepherd' is the Sequence 5 of the Secret Supplicant pathway. This profession allows one to devour souls and command them through special rituals, akin to a shepherd tending to their flock on behalf of a deity."
Klein blinked. Why does it feel like, aside from myself, every other pathway is ridiculously powerful?
Moreover, Secret Supplicant was part of the Sequence controlled by the True Creator.
Could Vice Admiral Hurricane be a hidden agent of the Aurora Order?
Klein wasn't the only one with such thoughts. Audrey, too, felt a deep unease.
Through Fors, she had managed to join a small Beyonder circle in Backlund, where she encountered a man known as Mr. A.
According to Julius, the Aurora Order used letters as code names.
That meant Mr. A was likely a high-ranking member of the cult.
Now, hearing the mention of Secret Supplicant again, she couldn't help but feel that the Aurora Order was somehow connected to Qilangos' presence in Backlund.
Alger continued, "We've confirmed that Qilangos is hiding somewhere in the dock area, but we'll need further investigation to narrow down his exact location."
"Leave that to me," Julius said casually. "Though I won't be acting personally, this is the first joint operation of our Tarot Club. You focus on eliminating the target—I'll handle the cleanup."
"Then let's go over the plan," Alger said, turning his gaze to Audrey and Klein. "I need to know your abilities and any Beyonder items you possess."
Audrey hesitated briefly before responding, "I mainly have auxiliary abilities—I can analyze a target's aura and emotional state in great detail. However, I lack any real combat capabilities."
That was the limitation of the Spectator pathway. Until they reached Sequence 7—Psychiatrist—their physical bodies remained as fragile as ordinary humans.
Perhaps feeling her abilities were too unimpressive, Audrey quickly added, "I've been studying psychology extensively. I know various forms of subconscious suggestion and influence, which may prove useful."
Alger simply nodded.
Miss Justice's value doesn't lie in combat. It lies in her wealth.
Then Klein spoke.
"I specialize in technical combat. My coordination and reflexes are beyond normal human limits—I have exceptional agility, speed, and strength."
Alger suppressed a sigh.
Although their side had three Sequence 8s, Audrey—and her dog—would be practically useless in direct combat. He doubted psychological suggestions would work on a Sequence 6 pirate.
That meant the only one he could truly rely on… was the slightly bookish Klein Moretti.
We'll need a very careful strategy.
Chapter 28:
When are people most relaxed?
The answer is dawn—two hours before the sun rises.
They say the early bird catches the worm, and the same applies to early risers.
Qilangos wandered the docks, searching for drunken sailors and homeless vagrants.
'Creeping Hunger' was extraordinarily powerful, but its side effects were just as severe. It had to be fed the flesh and soul of a living human every other day—otherwise, it would turn on its master.
Qilangos often found it exhausting to maintain.
Feeling the subtle squirming on the back of his hand, he sighed—half helpless, half doting. "Don't worry, you'll get what you want soon."
As if soothed by his words, 'Creeping Hunger' gradually calmed down.
Qilangos shook his head and surveyed his surroundings. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but something about the docks felt different tonight.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed.
The strange decorations and sudden bursts of color irritated him inexplicably.
And the golden retriever following behind him…
Forget it.
He clutched his chest. This wasn't the usual mania from playing the role of 'Wind-blessed'; it was a deeper, more unsettling frustration. A kind of uncontrollable anger.
Just then, a man walked toward him.
Wearing a hat and half-coat, he looked slovenly—clearly just another drunkard wandering back from who-knows-where.
Qilangos's eyes lit up.
"Hey, bro." He shifted his appearance slightly and greeted the man.
The 'drunkard' looked up.
A wide chin, brown hair tied in a bun, dark green eyes—calm yet cold, despite the faintest hint of a smile.
"What do you want?" Klein asked.
Thanks to his 'Clown' abilities, he controlled his expression flawlessly.
Qilangos didn't notice the disguise.
He grinned. "Oh, nothing much. You just seem like my kind of guy."
As he spoke, he reached out to place a hand on Klein's shoulder.
Klein's heart pounded.
It's… his right hand!
The infamous warning of spiritual madness.
In front of 'Vice Admiral Hurricane,' the rookie Nighthawk didn't hesitate—he drew the Beyonder item hidden beneath his coat.
A gleaming silver revolver.
'Thunder.'
This pistol, seized from a wild Beyonder in Tingen, was about to show its worth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Six bullets struck Qilangos's wrist.
Two of them, by sheer luck, triggered the 'paralysis' effect.
But Klein didn't celebrate.
A Sequence 6 from the Sailor Path had reinforced physical capabilities—this alone wouldn't be enough.
The moment his attack landed, Klein turned and bolted.
Following the pre-planned escape route, he dashed into a narrow alleyway.
Qilangos hadn't suffered a loss like this in years. His temper flared, and without a second thought, he gave chase, clutching his injured wrist.
A Beyonder who controlled flesh and blood could heal quickly—small wounds meant little to him.
His fury was so intense that he failed to notice something odd.
'Creeping Hunger' was reacting strangely to Klein.
The moment he entered the alley, Qilangos sensed that something was off.
At the alley's end, he saw a familiar figure.
"Alger?" Qilangos narrowed his eyes, covering his wrist. "Why is it you?"
Alger had no intention of wasting words. He gritted his teeth and crushed the 'Time Platinum.'
Of course, he didn't forget the incantation.
"Za Warudo!"
It was said to be an ancient spell that could harness the power of time.
Buzz.
Everything fell into stillness.
Not wasting a single second, Alger grabbed a short knife that shimmered with blue light and lunged.
When the blade fell, time resumed.
Qilangos barely registered the blur of motion before agony exploded in his wrist.
Before he could react, Alger struck again. This time, Qilangos regained his senses.
A renowned pirate like him wasn't one to fall easily.
Teeth clenched, he summoned a protective hurricane, causing Alger's blade to falter.
With bloodshot eyes, Qilangos slashed out a wind blade with his remaining hand.
Alger narrowly dodged, evading the lethal counterattack.
Something was wrong.
Qilangos felt sluggish—why?
Alger didn't answer. Instead, he drove the dagger straight into Qilangos's chest.
Electric currents surged from the blade, traveling through Qilangos's limbs and bones.
'Vice Admiral Hurricane' collapsed.
After confirming the pirate was truly dead, Alger retrieved the severed hand and hurried out of the alley.
The moment he left, Julius appeared like a ghost.
He coughed lightly. "Leodero, come clean up."
Thunder crackled out of nowhere, striking Qilangos's body.
Julius scattered a handful of tarot cards around before vanishing.
Seven or eight minutes later, Backlund's official Beyonders arrived in haste.
All they found was scorched ground and scattered tarot cards.
Chapter 28:
After something is accomplished, it is natural to reward based on merit.
In the study room of 'Jostar Manor,' Alger, Klein, Audrey, and the dog Susie stared at the thin human leather gloves on the table, falling into deep thought.
An Beyonder item with the 'Shepherd' characteristic, corresponding to Sequence 5, valued between 8,000 and 12,000 pounds.
After observing it for a while, Klein finally looked away and proactively said, "I am a poor man and don't deserve it."
Audrey was determined to obtain the treasure, but her strength was too low, and her contribution was not significant. Lacking confidence, she remained silent.
Alger thought for a moment, then picked up the gloves and promised, "I will provide you with some gold or jewelry."
Gold and jewels—the hard currency of the sea. In this operation, he had used 'Time Platinum'; leaving empty-handed would be a significant loss.
Klein pressed the brim of his hat and said, "Okay."
Audrey smiled slightly. "I have no objection."
Hearing this, Alger breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second, Julius suddenly appeared.
Casually sitting down on the sofa, he smiled. "Go on, don't mind me."
Alger scratched his brow. "Actually, we've already distributed the spoils."
Julius blinked. "So fast?"
He stretched out his hand. "Let me see."
Alger handed over 'Creeping Hunger.'
"This Beyonder item has significant side effects... but it suits you very well," Julius nodded.
He then explained, "This item has a will of its own. In your hands, its side effects will intensify. You would need to consume at least three living humans a day just to use it."
Alger: ???
Julius spread his hands helplessly. "That's just how it is. Although it suits you well, it doesn't like you."
Alger felt a bitter taste in his mouth. "Then... what do you mean?"
"Give it to me, and I'll provide you with an Beyonder item of the same level and characteristics," Julius said calmly. "Of course, this will take some time."
Alger considered it. He wasn't worried that Julius would deceive him.
The deal was made.
Alger supplied Klein and Audrey with a certain amount of gold and jewelry.
Julius took 'Creeping Hunger' and promised Alger an equivalent Beyonder item.
As for little Susie… sorry, no one spoke for dogs.
After sending Alger, Audrey, and the others away, Klein met Julius's gaze and couldn't help but sigh. "Tell me, what are you hiding?"
"Beyonder items of Sequence 5 are rare," Julius narrowed his eyes. "Don't you want it?"
Klein asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I mean, if you want it, I'll sell it to you," Julius said sincerely. "At a relatively reasonable price."
Klein doubted the 'relatively reasonable' part. But he had to admit that 'Creeping Hunger' could replace the increasingly weak 'Thunder.'
"What exactly do you want?" Klein frowned.
"You're so boring," Julius crossed his legs. "As I said, this Beyonder item has its own thoughts. In other words, it's interested in you."
Interested in me? I'm not even that handsome. Klein was confused.
He thought about it for a long time but couldn't understand why a Sequence 5 item would be drawn to a mere Sequence 8 like him.
Julius gave a hint. "Cross."
Klein had always kept the black iron cross in the Sefirah Castle, never taking it out.
Could 'Creeping Hunger' sense the aura of the 'True Creator' on him?
"Compared to the pirate captain, this glove prefers you as the 'favored one of the Lord,'" Julius placed the item on the coffee table. "So, do you want it?"
Klein picked up 'Creeping Hunger' and put it on his hand.
"Very good. I knew I picked the right person," Julius nodded in satisfaction. "Considering its ability and side effects, charging you 10,000 pounds is very reasonable."
After a pause, he smirked. "With a discount, it's 9,800 pounds."
Julius then added, "'Creeping Hunger' is enough to propel you toward becoming a demigod, but its side effects remain. The good news is that, as the 'favored one of the True Creator,' you only need to feed it every three days. The bad news is that you must keep it with you at all times to hear the 'Lord's teachings.'"
Klein: How did I become the 'favored one' of the True Creator!?
Julius explained, "That cross is an item of the True Creator. You're its owner, so naturally, you're the favored one."
Klein panicked. "You gave me the cross!"
"I gave it to you, but I didn't tell you to feed it the 'spiritual remnants of the True Creator,'" Julius shrugged. "Well, it's too late now. Even if you want to sever ties, you can't."
A believer of the Goddess, a mysterious favored one, and now associated with the True Creator—Klein, are you some kind of social butterfly?
Klein was on the verge of tears.
Julius comforted him. "Honestly, being the favored one of the True Creator isn't all bad. As long as you survive the corruption and changes, there's plenty of room for growth."
Julius patted his shoulder. "Anyway, you already bear the marks of 'Secret,' 'Evernight,' and 'True Creation.' Instead of worrying, focus on how to use this to your advantage."
"As the 'favored one of the True Creator,' you can infiltrate the Aurora Order and play both sides!"
Both sides? Do you know the Church of Evernight's stance on evil gods?
I won't do something so immoral!
Julius seemed to read Klein's thoughts. "I know you're hesitant, but hear me out."
Clearing his throat, he continued, "Now that you can change your appearance at will, take on another identity and infiltrate the Aurora Order."
Klein: …
Julius sighed regretfully. "Well, since you're unwilling, forget it. My goal was to train you to oppose Amon."
Klein asked, "Amon… is he really that strong?"
"Not just strong—he manipulates rules. Even true gods fear having their power stolen by him."
Klein asked, "What should I do?"
Julius replied, "First, establish a legal identity. Then, help me eliminate the leader of Backlund's Aurora Order and acquire his Beyonder characteristics."
…
Sherlock Moriarty.
A cringeworthy name inspired by Sherlock Holmes and his nemesis, Moriarty.
Of course, no one but him understood the reference.
Staring at his altered reflection in the mirror, Klein marveled at the wonders of Sequence 7 'Faceless.'
At that moment, Julius descended the stairs, giving Klein a once-over. "Don't be nervous. This will make it easy for you to go undercover. Get to know your target—Mr. A, leader of the Backlund Aurora Order."
Klein said, "I know. I'm not nervous."
Checking his pocket watch, Julius remarked, "Every circle has its introducer. Ours should be here soon."
Right as he finished speaking, the old housekeeper approached with two guests—one tall, one short.
Klein recognized them instantly.
Miss Xio and Miss Fors.
Yet, neither of them recognized him.
Julius took the initiative. "This is Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, my new friend, who is very interested in mysticism."
Xio and Fors greeted him politely. "Hello, Mr. Moriarty."
Seeing his disguise fool even familiar faces, Klein felt reassured and quickly settled into character. "Nice to meet you."
Chapter 28:
Inside the carriage, Klein spoke very little, mostly listening in silence.
Half an hour later, in a back alley near the Brave Bar.
As night fell, a group of four stepped out of the carriage. Under Xio and Fors's lead, they navigated the dimly lit streets with practiced familiarity until they reached an unassuming house shrouded in darkness.
Before entering this unofficial gathering of Beyonders, they all put on disguises.
"Sherlock, this is your first time attending such a party. Speak less, make fewer mistakes. As for finding a suitable initial potion formula, that depends on luck," Julius advised.
Klein nodded slightly. "I understand."
Once prepared, they knocked on the door.
A small wooden panel slid open, revealing a pair of scrutinizing eyes. After a moment, the door creaked ajar, and a man dressed as a waiter silently handed each of them a black robe.
Without a word, Julius and the others donned their robes, lowering their hat brims to let shadows obscure their faces. The waiter then led them into the living room.
Inside, over a dozen Beyonders sat in eerie silence, clad in similar black robes. Some lowered their heads in thought, others fixated on the clock hanging on the wall.
Julius and his companions took four empty seats and waited. In the heavy, almost frozen atmosphere, time crawled forward.
When the minute hand reached twelve, an old man, codenamed "Eye of Wisdom," coughed lightly. "Time's up. Let's begin. We won't wait for any latecomers."
As soon as he finished speaking, Julius stated, "I need an Beyonder item, preferably around Sequence 5. The smaller the side effects, the better."
The room went silent. A Sequence 5 Beyonder item!
Julius added, "It shouldn't be too large—something useful in frontal combat. Of course, money is not an issue."
A Sequence 5 item wasn't just rare—it was incredibly expensive, worth at least 8,000 pounds. Enough for a lifetime of comfort in Backlund.
No one spoke.
Julius shrugged. "If anyone has information, I'll pay for it."
A hunched man let out a hoarse laugh. "I do know of one… but how much are you willing to pay?"
"Money isn't the issue. Ensuring its authenticity is," Julius replied, leaning back in his chair.
The hunchbacked man hesitated before asking for paper and pen. He scribbled something down and handed it to the Eye of Wisdom. "This intel is worth at least 500 pounds."
The old gentleman used his Beyonder item to verify the information, then nodded to Julius. "No problem."
Being the host of such a gathering, Eye of Wisdom's reputation was unquestionable.
Julius promptly counted out five large bills and handed them to the waiter, securing the Sequence 5 item's details.
In a shadowed corner, a handsome man hidden beneath a black robe observed Julius with intrigue. "Interesting…"
The transactions continued. After Julius, Xio and Fors voiced their requests, but luck wasn't on their side.
Klein, however, remained cautious, silently playing the role of an observer.
Eventually, a rotund pharmacist tried—unsuccessfully—to sell potions. Seizing the moment, Klein spoke as planned: "I need an initial potion formula and the corresponding Beyonder characteristics. Preferably for the Reader or Spy pathway."
At these words, the handsome man's gaze sharpened. He easily saw through Klein's poor disguise.
After a moment, he nodded imperceptibly and asked, "Any alternatives?"
This man, Mr. A, the true orchestrator of the gathering, then offered, "I have the formula and materials for the Secrets Suppliant potion."
You wouldn't drink this kind of potion lightly. At his words, the room's atmosphere shifted subtly.
Xio and Fors clearly understood the implications of 'Secrets Suppliant' and exchanged glances before looking at Julius, their meaning evident.
Julius merely scratched his eyebrow and messaged them discreetly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Having only recently met Sherlock Moriarty, Xio and Fors ultimately chose not to intervene.
Don't ask. Asking means respecting fate and minding one's own business.
Feigning curiosity, Klein asked, "I don't know much about the Secrets Suppliant pathway. Could you elaborate on its abilities?"
Mr. A's voice carried a hint of fervor. "Drinking the Secrets Suppliant potion will greatly enhance your spiritual intuition, allowing you to master rituals and magic beyond the reach of ordinary people. If you advance further, you'll gain Beyonder control over flesh and shadow."
Of course, he conveniently omitted the side effects—losing control, hearing the "True Creator's" ravings, and inevitable cognitive distortions.
Klein pretended to hesitate before nodding. "Alright."
Mr. A seized the moment. "If you're interested, I can sell you the formula and materials at 30% below market price."
Feigning reluctant agreement, Klein finally said, "Deal."
Great. Another lost lamb brought into the flock.
Feeling pleased with himself, Mr. A handed the Secrets Suppliant formula and materials to the waiter, while Klein paid 230 pounds—relatively cheap for an initial potion.
The more experienced Beyonders in the room merely sighed inwardly.
Another madman.
Having secured his objective, Klein withdrew from the rest of the trades. Meanwhile, Julius made another extravagant purchase—an Beyonder item at Sequence 8.
When the gathering concluded, everyone dispersed in batches via a hidden basement passage.
As Klein passed Mr. A, the leader of Backlund's Aurora Order greeted him warmly. "I look forward to seeing you again."
Klein forced a smile, feigning ignorance, and obediently left.
Wandering the streets, he used divination to confirm he wasn't being followed before stealthily returning to Astorio Manor.
Forty minutes later, Julius arrived.
"Where were you?" Klein asked, puzzled.
Julius shrugged. "Fishing, but they were more cautious than I expected."
Klein's eyes flickered. He spread the Beyonder materials across the table. "Now that we have the formula and ingredients, what's next? Drinking the potion?"
"Yes, but not you," Julius replied. "The cross will."
Klein blinked. "What?"
Julius explained, "Like 'Creeping Hunger,' the 'Black Iron Cross' has its own consciousness. As a sacred relic of the 'True Creator,' it can accommodate more Beyonder characteristics than a human body. A mere Sequence 9 potion is nothing."
After a moment's thought, Klein sighed. "Fine. You make the potion, I'll get the cross."
Julius didn't object.
Seizing the opportunity, Klein retreated to the bathroom, performed a ritual, and retrieved the sealed box from the gray fog. By the time he returned, Julius had nearly finished brewing the potion.
Gazing at the churning black liquid, Klein swallowed nervously. "Now what?"
"Just drop the cross in," Julius said casually. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen."
Klein hesitated but followed instructions.
The moment the cross touched the potion, it trembled. The vague figure hanging upside down upon it suddenly opened its mouth, guzzling the potion in great gulps.
Klein nearly dropped it in shock.
Julius asked, "Klein, do you know about the King of Angels?"
"A little…" Klein responded evasively.
"Then you must have heard of the 'Dark Angel.'" Julius smirked. "Now, you understand how generous I am."
Klein only knew Amon and Ouroboros. Was the 'Dark Angel' also a subordinate of the 'Primordial Creator'?
Too many questions swirled in his mind.
The cross trembled again, and the figure upon it became clearer, exuding an inexplicable aura.
Julius declared, "This cross is now your second identity. Use it wisely."
Chapter 28:
**Silver City**
With no exploration mission planned, Derrick had no choice but to maintain his physical condition through daily exercises in his room.
At that moment, a crimson light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
In the next instant, he found himself standing in a magnificent palace, its grandeur beyond description. A figure, shrouded in gray mist with an indistinct face, nodded gently. "What you wanted, Destiny has prepared it."
Derrick had been a 'Bard' for some time. Beyond physical training, he relied on acting to digest his potion. However, to praise the "Sun," one had to actually see it.
Lowering his head, Derrick said, "Dear Mr. Fool, please convey my gratitude to Mr. Destiny."
The illusion dissipated.
A fist-sized crystal ball clattered onto the floor before him.
Derrick quickly picked it up, scrutinizing its surface.
It was crystal clear, with countless transparent insects drifting within. The most peculiar aspect, however, was the presence of unknown symbols embedded inside.
Wrapping the crystal ball in cloth, Derrick left his room—carrying Silver City's hope with him.
What he didn't know was that as he disappeared around a corner, deep in Silver City's dungeon, an ordinary yet intriguing face contorted strangely under the flickering candlelight.
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Everything in Silver City was governed by the "Six-Person Council," with the highest-ranking elder known as the "Chief."
Colin Iliad was the current Chief.
An aged man with gray hair, he had lived for over a century. At this moment, he was polishing the long sword he always carried.
A sudden knock interrupted him. Colin Iliad frowned. "Who?"
At the same time, he silently prayed that the news would not be bad.
"Chief, Derrick Berg requests an Spectator. He says he has something very important to report—privately."
Derrick Berg? The little one who accidentally became a 'Bard'?
Silver City's population was limited, and as Chief, Colin Iliad knew every Beyonder individual. Putting away his sword, he replied in a deep voice, "Let him in."
"Yes, sir."
A moment later, an eager Derrick stood before him.
"Chief!" He bowed respectfully.
Colin Iliad narrowed his eyes, his gaze settling on the cloth-wrapped object in Derrick's hands. "What's the matter?"
Without hesitation, Derrick unwrapped the cloth, revealing the crystal ball.
"Chief!" Holding the crystal ball with both hands, his voice trembled with excitement. "Silver City can be saved!"
Colin Iliad's expression darkened with caution. "Derrick, explain. What is that thing?"
"It's the 'Sun,' Chief! I've found the 'Sun' for Silver City!" Derrick declared passionately, channeling a trace of spirituality into the crystal ball.
**Buzz—**
Light and heat, the two most coveted luxuries in Silver City, instantly filled the room.
Colin Iliad froze. Warmth. Brightness.
"You!" He reacted swiftly, appearing before Derrick in a flash. "What did you do?"
"I… I just…" Derrick stammered, intimidated by the Chief's presence.
At that moment, the elders who lived in the dome-like building arrived, drawn by the unusual phenomenon.
Colin Iliad glanced at them before focusing back on Derrick. Without hesitation, he seized the crystal ball. "Convene an emergency meeting. The topic—Derrick Berg's Beyonder item."
The elders exchanged silent glances. The strange scene had lasted only a moment, but everyone present understood the significance of the crystal ball.
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**Five minutes later, Conference Hall.**
Derrick stood in the center, surrounded by elders seated on either side. Directly before him sat Colin Iliad—Silver City's strongest combatant, a Sequence 4 of the Twilight Giant Path.
"Derrick Berg," Colin Iliad began, "I need answers. Speak the truth."
Derrick met his gaze and nodded. "Chief, I swear to tell everything I know."
Colin Iliad studied him. No signs of corruption... yet. He gestured toward the crystal ball. "First, what is this? Where did it come from?"
The elders leaned forward, their attention fixed on Derrick.
After a brief pause, Derrick spoke. "An angel. Under the witness of the gods, I made a deal with an angel."
The elders erupted.
"Impossible!"
"Absurd!"
"Chief, he's lying!"
God had long abandoned this land. Prayers went unanswered—this was a truth ingrained in every Silver City resident.
Colin Iliad, however, remained silent, scrutinizing Derrick's expression for any sign of deceit.
**What is happening?** He felt a growing unease. Clearing his throat, he ordered, "Silence. Let him continue."
The room fell into an uneasy hush.
Derrick ignored their skepticism, looking only at Colin Iliad. "About a week ago, I prayed to an unknown god—and received a response. My consciousness was pulled into a special space."
**Unknown god.**
The phrase made the elders' hearts clench.
Derrick pressed on. "He called himself 'The Fool.' He is deeply interested in history and invited me to attend a gathering."
Colin Iliad's gaze darkened. "Continue."
"At the gathering, I met a man codenamed 'Destiny.' Chief, he is truly an angel—his strength is beyond comprehension."
Derrick's voice grew fervent. "He told me that the 'Creator' has never been far from us. That this is still His kingdom. Only authority has been stolen, leading to the corruption and mutation of this land!"
His words sent a ripple through the hall. Even Elder Lovia clutched her chest, suppressing an inexplicable reaction.
Colin Iliad exhaled sharply. "Did he say anything else?"
"Mr. Destiny knows us well but is unwilling to say too much. He only mentioned that 'omniscience and omnipotence' and 'fall' are different forms of authority."
Derrick paused, then added, "He told me how to counter Amon's clone and revealed the real name of the 'Snake of Mercury.' He said Amon and Ouroboros were kings of angels beside the 'Creator.' He called 'Mr. Fool' the 'Lord of Sefirah Castle' and claimed he would one day reclaim his authority from Amon."
The room fell deathly silent.
Colin Iliad, though a Sequence 3, knew little about divine authority and angelic secrets. However, based on ancient records hidden within the Twin Towers, he made a judgment.
Derrick had indeed encountered someone. Otherwise, a mere Sequence 9 could never possess such knowledge.
Derrick continued, "Mr. Destiny cannot enter the True Creator's kingdom carelessly, but he offered help—for a price. This crystal ball is the 'Sun' he forged using time worms obtained from Amon. It exists to protect Silver City. Even my 'Bard' potion was a gift from Mr. Destiny to control the 'Sun.'"
Silence engulfed the hall once more.
"Derrick…" After a long pause, Colin Iliad spoke again. "Can you provide proof? I need to know how to receive an answer to my prayers."
Silver City needed help. It didn't matter if it came from a righteous god, an evil god, an 'omniscient and omnipotent' creator, or a 'fallen' one.
Whoever could save them would be the one they believed in.
Derrick hesitated. "Mr. Fool dislikes being disturbed… But Mr. Destiny said that in emergencies, we may pray to him."
"This is an emergency." Colin Iliad stood, eyes burning with determination. "Pray—for Silver City!"
Despite protests from some elders, the Chief remained resolute.
Derrick knelt and whispered his invocation. "The reflection of the long river of time, the illusion of the mirror of space, the singularity of order and chaos, the witness of all fate, the great Julius Astorio, I ask for your attention."
A blur of light and shadow tore through the space barrier, descending upon the kneeling Derrick.
Chapter 28:
Colin Iliad stared at the blur of light that suddenly appeared next to Derrick. "It's unmistakable. This aura... it's that of an angel!"
As realization struck, the six council elders, including Colin Iliad, knelt on one knee.
Julius turned to Derrick and said, "I assume they didn't believe your words, so you prayed to me to prove your claim, correct?"
He looked down at the kneeling elders. "I am the reflection of time, the illusion of space, and the witness of all fates. I am Julius Astorio."
Colin Iliad spoke with reverence. "Your Majesty, the great Julius, please save us!"
Julius summoned the crystal ball he had created. "The path to salvation lies within. After a long night, dawn finally approaches. You need only patience."
"How long will it take?" Colin asked. "Please be clear."
"Mr. Destiny, what the chief means is, what should we do to prepare?" Derrick clarified.
Julius explained, "Before dawn arrives, you must offer sincere praise to the Fool."
Colin Iliad nodded. "We shall do our utmost."
"Very good." Julius nodded. He had no need for believers himself. Instead, it was better to cultivate the power of the 'Church of the Fool' in advance, helping Klein stabilize his humanity.
Then he continued, "The 'sun' I created can protect this city, but it requires regular replenishment of spiritual energy.
This child is His favored one and represents His will."
With just a few words, Derrick's status in Silver City underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Colin Iliad and the elders had no objections. They were all desperate souls struggling in the darkness.
Julius scanned the group before his gaze settled on a curvy woman. "If the opportunity arises, abandon your current path. No matter how much you suppress it, every 'Secrets Suppliant' will ultimately lose control."
Lovia Tiffany dared not question the angel before her and respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty Julius."
"'Author,' 'Reader,' 'Sailor,' 'Bard'—these paths have relatively lower risk." Julius shrugged. "But there's still a chance of losing control, so tread carefully."
"Alright, my time is limited. That's all for today." Julius turned to leave but suddenly paused. "On second thought, since I'm here, I might as well deal with your little problem."
With that, he vanished into thin air.
...
Meanwhile, in the Silver City Dungeon.
"We meet again." Julius gazed at the old man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Colin Iliad.
The old man sighed helplessly. "What do you want?"
Yudel Iliad, the former captain of the exploration team, had encountered Amon during an expedition, was parasitized, and became Amon's clone.
"If you stay still, this will be quick. Just need to extract a few worms."
Amon finally understood what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such treatment.
Julius flicked his hand, sending out a few transparent filaments that effortlessly restrained Amon's clone. In an instant, the old man vanished, leaving behind several twelve-linked transparent worms.
...
Silver City was reborn.
Under the watchful eyes of its residents, a 'sun' radiating light and warmth rose into the sky, banishing the endless darkness.
Tears streamed down their faces as people embraced, cheered, and sang in exultation.
"Praise the Fool!"
"Glory to the Angel of Destiny!"
The only one who felt uneasy was Lovia Tiffany. Yet, she endured the discomfort and looked up at the scorching sun.
"Elder Lovia," Colin Iliad approached her. "The council will fully support your transition to another path. Soon, you won't have to endure this suffering."
Lovia Tiffany smiled faintly. "If bearing this pain alone can save Silver City, then I am willing to endure it forever."
Colin Iliad remained silent, gazing at the brilliant 'sun' overhead, placing his hand over his heart.
...
At the same time, elsewhere.
Amon, dressed in robes, walked alone beneath a stormy sky.
"Praise the Fool?" He chuckled. "Where did this 'Fool' come from? How amusing..."
Adjusting his monocle, he gazed toward a distant point. "And you? Will you tolerate such an eyesore in your domain?"
...
Backlund, 'Jostar Manor'
Bathroom on the third floor.
Inexplicably, Klein heard many prayers and praises.
"What's going on?" Klein panicked.
But he soon realized that these prayers and praises were in the same place as Derrick the Little Sun.
Klein has countless doubts in his heart. But he couldn't put on the 'Fool' vest to question the other party, so he could only ignore it for the time being and focus all his attention on the 'Black Iron Cross.'.
Julius is right; acting in advance is indeed of great benefit to him.
After thoroughly digesting the 'Clown' potion, Klein did not hesitate and directly exchanged it for the 'Magician' potion formula and Beyonder materials.
In short, Klein was secretly promoted to Sequence 7 behind the Church of Night's back and became a 'magician,' and the first magic he prepared was 'Stealing Heaven and Swapping the Sun,' based on the magic spell of 'Secrets Suppliant.'
Sherlock Moriarty joined the Aurora Order as a member.
"No magician is afraid of difficult actings..." Klein put on the cross and wiped his face with his palms.
The ability of 'Creeping Hunger' was activated, and he immediately turned into a handsome and mature gentleman.
After putting on the clothes he had prepared, Klein walked downstairs at a leisurely pace and left the Astorio Manor without disturbing anyone.
"Sherlock Moriarty's identity is a friend of the famous writer Julius Astorio. It is normal to appear in the manor, but this identity still requires an independent residence. Today is over safely; let's rent a house." Klein's face remained calm, but his thoughts in his heart were extremely active.
Just thinking about the rent and some other miscellaneous expenses, the corners of his eyes tWitched unconsciously.
That's right, he is Sequence 7.
But he is still heavily in debt, and there is a tendency to owe more and more...
…
The Aurora Order has its own industry in Backlund.
Mr. A usually hides in an inconspicuous villa in the West District.
This villa is nominally the property of a wealthy businessman. In fact, the wealthy businessman is just a puppet introduced by the Aurora Order. Those who really control the profitable business are their followers of the "True Creator.".
Klein met Mr. A very smoothly. Even though they had never communicated alone before, Klein explained all the unreasonable things with one sentence: "I heard the voice of the Lord, and He asked me to come over."
Mr. A smiled gently. He looked at Sherlock Moriarty, who looked calm but had restlessness and madness in his eyes.
This is what a believer in the Lord should be.
The first criterion for members of the Aurora Order is to be good-looking and well-organized.
The second rule for members of the Aurora Order is to remain calm at all times.
With his outstanding acting skills, Klein successfully joined the Aurora Order.
Not only that, he also received an additional 'Listener' potion formula and Beyonder materials provided by Mr. A.
Mr. A crossed his legs gracefully and said, "During this period, you have no other tasks; just go all out for advancement."
Klein nodded, "I will be fully prepared."
Mr. A smiled and said, "Be careful not to let others know your Sequence, especially those of the Evil God Church. It is not yet time for liquidation."
"Sir." Klein adjusted his mood. "I will not leave Backlund easily in the future. I plan to open a detective agency here, settle down, and become the Lord's eyes and ears."
"Oh?" Mr. A thought and said, "You are very smart. This is a good channel for collecting intelligence.
In this case, I will specially approve a sum of funds for you. Don't let me down."
Chapter 28:
Backlund, 'The Brave Man's Bar.'
In Nuo Da's private room, a brown-haired young man wearing a white shirt and black vest silently held up a hand of playing cards.
Opposite him, several Zombies with expressionless faces and livid complexions sat stiffly.
The game proceeded in silence.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
The brown-haired young man with a sullen expression, controlled the Zombie closest to the door to open it. A well-dressed, tall young gentleman stood outside.
"Kaspars introduced me." He smiled slightly. "He said there was someone here who could help me."
"Come in." The brown-haired young man's expression remained unchanged.
Hearing this, the young gentleman stepped into the private room, took off his hat, and introduced himself: "My name is Julius. Julius Astorio."
The brown-haired young man's eyes turned cold. "You are not welcome here. Please leave."
"Are you sure? Do you want to make money or not?" Julius scanned the room, his gaze landing on an inconspicuous mirror.
The brown-haired young man stood up. Instantly, all the zombies playing cards stopped and stared directly at Julius.
"It seems you know my origins." Julius didn't appear nervous at all. He dragged a Zombie aside and sat down next to the brown-haired young man.
After a moment of contemplation, the brown-haired young man spoke. "Beyonder people like you, who move among the major official Churches, are quite famous in our circles."
Regularly raising funds and submitting reports, he not only thrived under the noses of the major Churches as a free man but also had affairs with several noble ladies, earning himself widespread notoriety.
Though Julius Astorio was said to be only a Sequence 6, many believed this was merely a disguise...
"Ha, I'm honored." Julius leaned back in his chair, glancing at the book in front of the brown-haired young man with his peripheral vision. "Should I be happy to be so famous?"
The aura of a mythical creature suddenly erupted.
Though it lasted only a moment, it was enough to make the brown-haired young man, a Sequence 6 'Zombie,' feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"The rumors are true. Julius Astorio is definitely more than just a 'Disaster Priest'!"
A dark wind blew. A young woman with long hair and blue eyes appeared out of thin air beside the brown-haired young man. She had a delicate appearance, but her face was extremely pale. She wore an intricate black Gothic palace dress and a small, soft black hat.
She did not speak but simply stared at Julius with her blue eyes.
"Acting should be done in moderation. Don't forget who you are… And no one dictates what a 'ghost' should look like." Julius shrugged and pointed to the sofa opposite. "Sit down."
Anyone who didn't know better might think he was the owner of this place.
The young woman was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."
Her voice was pleasant, yet chillingly cold.
The brown-haired young man saw this and sat down obediently.
Julius scratched his eyebrow. "This is going to be difficult. Originally, I just wanted you to help me find something, but now you know my true strength…"
Halfway through, he changed his tone. "How about it? Do you like what I wrote?"
The young woman answered truthfully. "It's good."
Before this, she had never read a novel with a ghost as the protagonist.
Because of her own nature, she unconsciously immersed herself in it.
Then she realized that doing so stabilized her humanity and helped combat loss of control.
Julius crossed his legs. "You hide here every day. How can you be a good 'ghost'? Go out and scare people. The scarier the rumors, the faster your potion will be digested."
The young woman remained unreactive.
"Forget it, just a suggestion. Take it or leave it." Julius didn't press the issue and shifted back to business. "I got wind of a Sequence 5 Beyonder item, but I have a new plan and can't get away for now."
As he spoke, he handed over the information he had acquired at the Beyonder Gathering.
The young woman took it, glanced at it, and said coldly, "Can I refuse?"
"You could have before, but not now." Julius's tone was casual. "You should be grateful I'm not killing you."
Neither the young woman nor the brown-haired young man responded.
Julius blinked, suddenly thinking of something. "Speaking of which, 'Temperance' factions like yours are quite suited to joining that gentleman and becoming his disciples."
He took an expensive pen from his suit pocket and wrote a god's name in three parts on the table.
"Don't say I don't take care of you. Not everyone gets this opportunity."
He could see the trajectory of fate and knew that the young woman's name was Sharron and the brown-haired young man's was Maric—both defectors from the 'Rose School.'
The 'Rose School' was a secret organization that worshipped the 'Bound God.' Due to differing ideologies, it was split into the 'Temperance School' and the 'Indulgence School.'
Julius couldn't say which philosophy was orthodox. He only knew that the Sequence 0 'Chained God' of this path had long been secretly controlled by the 'Mother Tree of Desire,' turning it into a tool for harvesting faith and spreading indulgence.
This meant there was plenty of room for maneuver in this approach…
Moreover, the adjacent path to 'Prisoner' was 'Lunatic.' Their corresponding ancient deities were the 'Father of Devils,' 'Lord of Deviants,' and 'Source of Curses,' while their source of matter was the 'Tenebrous World.'
Sharron and Maric looked at the three-part honorary name on the table, their once calm emotions suddenly stirred.
So behind Julius Astorio, there was an evil god!
"It just so happens that today is a full moon. You two can pick one representative to pray to Him and explain that I sent you…"
Julius stood up, thought for a moment, then pointed at Sharron. "Forget it, no need to choose. You do it. There are too few women at these gatherings—it's boring."
Sharron: …
'Gathering'—what kind of metaphor was that?
"Then, I'll see you at the next meeting." Julius nodded.
With that, he opened a portal and disappeared.
The room fell into dead silence again.
For a long time, neither Sharron nor Maric spoke.
As time passed, Maric's eye tWitched slightly. "So—"
"I have never felt that kind of aura, not even from my teacher." Sharron's expression remained calm. "At least Sequence 2, possibly Sequence 1."
Sequence 1…
Maric felt bitterness in his mouth.
Angels of Sequence 1 had either half-stepped into the divine realm or served as the true God's representatives in the mortal world.
Sharron took a deep look at the table, erased all traces, and floated into the mirror. "Tonight, I will pray to the Fool. You can go; leave me be."
Despite her cold demeanor, there was no doubt she cared for her companion.
Hearing this, Maric didn't hesitate. "Then we'll die together."
He unbuttoned his collar. "Honestly, I've had enough of being a prisoner."
...
The bright moon hung high.
In a two-story building, Klein, disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, rested his legs comfortably on the table, listening to the gramophone's music like an old god at ease.
The Aurora Order and Mr. A were generous.
With their funding, he had bought everything he needed. Tomorrow, he would place an advertisement in the newspaper, allowing the detective agency to start operating properly.
"I'll usually stay at the office or the Church of the Evernight. Since I'm a reserve team member, I don't have to handle the night lamps every day—just attend services on Church days..." Klein thought to himself, planning how to play his dual roles.
Suddenly, a shimmering crimson star appeared before his eyes.
The sight was all too familiar.
Someone was attempting spiritual communication.
After a moment of thought, he picked up the newspaper on the table and walked into the bathroom.
Using his spirituality, he connected with the crimson star. His consciousness ascended above the gray fog, and he effortlessly donned the persona of "The Fool."
At the same time, in the private room of the Brave Bar, Sharron's vision blurred.
In the next second, she found herself standing in an incomparably grand and majestic palace. Before her was a mysterious figure shrouded in gray mist, his features obscured.
"So this is the Fool?" Sharron thought.
She didn't hesitate. Lifting the hem of her black dress with precision, she bowed deeply. "It is an honor to meet you, great Fool. My name is Sharron."
Klein: ???
What the hell is going on?
She knows my identity? All the opening lines I prepared are useless now!
He let out a chuckle. "You know me? How unusual."
Sharron didn't dare to look up. "Your angel told me your honorable name. He said this was my opportunity."
Adjusting to a more relaxed posture, Klein said casually, "Oh? And what else did he say?"
"He..." Sharron carefully chose her words. "He said that people like me are well suited to become your disciples."
Klein chuckled. "He always finds new ways to surprise me...
Forget it. Since you're here, it must be fate.
I am The Fool, deeply interested in history. Those like you are welcome at my gatherings. Here, everyone assumes a different identity—choose yours."
As he spoke, a stack of tarot cards appeared on the long bronze table beside Sharron.
After a brief moment of thought, she drew the 'Temperance' card.
Klein nodded. "Then, Miss Temperance, welcome to the gathering."
After completing the initiation, Klein sent Sharron back to the real world.
With no outsiders present, he immediately reverted to his original demeanor.
"That was... a rather suffocating aura. What kind of Beyonder is she?"
"Not weak—at least Sequence 5."
He thought today's events had ended.
Unexpectedly, just as Klein was about to log out, another crimson star began to flicker.
"Again?!" Klein's scalp tingled.
"Fine, let's see who it is..." He muttered, sinking his consciousness into the star.
Meanwhile, in a certain bedroom, a young woman with slightly curly brown hair prayed with a pale face.
Klein was stunned. "Miss Fors?"
This was troublesome.
To be fair, he had a good impression of Fors.
And from her current state, it was clear she had been affected by external forces and was on the verge of losing control.
Klein sighed.
Never mind.
One new member tonight was already unexpected. Adding Miss Fors wouldn't hurt.
Through the power of the gray fog, he stabilized Fors' condition, lifting the influence that had nearly driven her mad.
Like Sharron, she soon found herself in the grand, mysterious palace.
What followed was a familiar process.
Chapter 28:
Time flies, and Monday arrives once more. The early morning streets are covered in frost and dew.
"Have you noticed the fog getting thicker lately?" Julius asked.
Klein sighed helplessly. "Isn't that just Backlund's nature?"
"Numbness is the breeding ground of death, and fate warns that something bad is coming." Julius's expression softened slightly. "We should be prepared."
*So, Backlund isn't safe. Should I find an opportunity to leave?* Klein wondered.
But he quickly dismissed the idea.
As an official member of the Church of the Evernight, he could always seek the goddess's protection if trouble arose.
If even she couldn't resolve it...
Well, then he'd flee with a clear conscience.
Noticing no one nearby, Klein lowered his voice. "What exactly do you mean by 'bad things'?"
Julius said, "My friend, don't say I didn't warn you. I've recently recruited some high-quality believers for Him. Your position as a favored one may not be so stable anymore."
As they neared their destination, their conversation shifted in tone.
"Mr. Sherlock, I don't believe I've congratulated you yet on officially becoming a 'Listener.'"
Klein quickly adjusted his demeanor, tightening his lips and adopting a stern expression.
As they spoke, they entered the villa.
Klein led Julius directly to the owner of the residence—Mr. A, the leader of Backlund's Aurora Order.
"This is our first meeting, Mr. Astorio," Mr. A greeted. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Lord's missionary. You may call me Mr. A."
"Hello." Julius's attitude was indifferent.
Unbothered, Mr. A turned his attention to Klein. Sensing the aura emanating from him, he nodded approvingly. "Sherlock, I was right about you. Advancing so quickly proves that you have indeed received the Lord's favor."
Klein lowered his head humbly. "Praise God."
After the customary praise of the "True Creator," Mr. A gestured toward a seat. "Mr. Astorio, please, have a seat."
Julius settled into the leather sofa.
Mr. A took his time, then turned to Klein. "Sherlock, there's nothing here that concerns you for now."
Klein hesitated for a moment but said nothing, simply turning and leaving the living room.
Mr. A personally poured tea for Julius. "Mr. Astorio, I'll be direct. I hope you'll join us and return to the embrace of the Lord."
Since the Aurora Order aimed to recruit Sherlock Moriarty and cultivate him as a key member, they naturally had to investigate his close associates.
Seeing Sherlock's connection with Backlund's renowned 'Wild Beyonder,' Julius Astorio, Mr. A decided to try recruiting him as well.
Julius chuckled. "Mr. A, you're not the first to try recruiting me into an organization, and I doubt you'll be the last.
Frankly, I'm not a follower of any god—I follow fate itself. That said, I do hold a certain respect for the Creator."
As he spoke, he traced horizontal and vertical lines on his chest, forming an inverted cross.
Seeing this, Mr. A's smile became more sincere. However, he remained persistent. "The Lord has borne a painful fate for the world. Isn't that reason enough to return to His embrace?"
Julius ignored the question and instead asked, "Mr. A, how much do you know about the angels who serve the Creator?"
At that moment, Mr. A's expression twisted with rage. His skin rippled unnaturally as though something were about to break free.
"Those... shameful traitors!" he spat, clearly aware of the deeper truth.
Having heard the mad ravings of the divine, he knew many ancient secrets. He was well aware that the current righteous gods were once betrayers of the Creator.
Julius spoke in a deep voice. "Not long ago, I met Ourolius. You know, even if I were to serve the Creator, there will never be two Angels of Fate by His side."
At these words, Mr. A froze. His previous abnormalities vanished, his eyes widened, and horrifying thoughts surfaced in his mind.
Julius smiled faintly. "Now, you understand why I can live freely without joining any organization."
Sweat beaded on Mr. A's forehead. Swallowing nervously, he lowered his head deeply. "I was too rude. Your Majesty... Your Majesty Julius."
"Relax. I'm not interested in power struggles. I only seek to witness the ever-changing fates of living beings."
Julius's voice turned meaningful. "And fate tells me that His moment of peace is not far away. Mr. A, are you ready?"
Mr. A didn't understand, but before he could think further, a hoarse, crazed voice whispered in his mind, "Do as he says!"
"Yes!" Without hesitation, Mr. A dropped to his knees, bloody tears streaking down his face.
Julius looked down at him. "Keep a close eye on the Loen military's movements. Monitor Intis' ambassador in Backlund. Halt all new believer recruitment."
After a brief pause, he added, "And don't reveal my true identity to Sherlock Moriarty. You see, in a long life, there must be some amusement to keep things interesting."
Mr. A let out a sigh, tinged with something like awe. "Good luck, Sherlock."
At the same time, his resolve to cultivate Sherlock as a key figure grew stronger—both for personal and strategic reasons.
Meanwhile, outside the room, Klein had never left.
He was curious about Julius's conversation with Mr. A, but he didn't dare eavesdrop. He simply waited quietly for the outcome.
Half an hour later, Mr. A personally escorted Julius out, his attitude noticeably deferential.
Klein straightened slightly. Before he could speak, Mr. A preemptively said, "Sherlock, digest the 'Listener' potion as soon as possible. I've already prepared the Sequence 7 formula and materials for you."
Why did it feel like Mr. A's appreciation carried a hint of... caution?
Suppressing his doubts, Klein nodded. "I will."
Julius saw through the situation but said nothing. Instead, he bid a casual farewell. "Well then, I'll take my leave."
...
After Julius and Klein left the villa, Klein finally couldn't suppress his doubts and asked, "What's going on? Why do I feel that he..."
"A bit too friendly, isn't he?" Julius smiled. "I actually didn't do much; I just inadvertently revealed my true Sequence and, in the process, temporarily took control of the entire Aurora Order."
Julius's smile brightened. "It's quite the considerable force, and it also allows me to gain favor with the Creator. While there's no guarantee he'll support that person in the final battle, at the very least, he can be of use to both sides."
—The final battle. Is he referring to the battle between Sequence and Authority?
The Fool's greatest enemy, Amon—the angel who once served the Original Creator—is the biggest challenge Klein faces in this Beyonder world.
Klein sighed and said in a complicated tone, "Next time something like this happens, inform me in advance. If there's anything I can do to help, I won't refuse."
Julius stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Alright, but remember, your current strength is still too weak. That means you can't intervene in many things."
His tone shifted. "But it doesn't matter; Sequence can be gradually improved, and you, as the 'Magician,' will soon have an unparalleled stage."
"By then, many people will be watching your acting."
Klein gently clenched his fist and said, word by word, "I'm looking forward to it."
...
At 2:50 in the afternoon, Klein picked up a newspaper and slowly walked into the bathroom of the detective agency. He took four steps backward and entered the space above the gray fog.
After reviewing the topics for discussion at today's Tarot Club, he adjusted to a more relaxed posture and quietly waited for the party members to arrive.
Before long, hazy figures took their seats in chairs engraved with various mysterious symbols.
Audrey, brimming with energy, was just about to greet everyone when she was caught off guard by the sight of unfamiliar figures around and across from her.
"New members!" She felt a surge of excitement.
The addition of new members meant the Tarot Club was growing stronger.
Sharron and Fors, attending the gathering for the first time, cautiously observed the indistinct figures around them. Perhaps due to an unspoken understanding, they both turned their gazes toward the chair engraved with the Wheel of Fortune.
"I'm pleased to welcome two new members—Miss Temperance and Miss Magician," Klein said with a smile, maintaining his guise as the Fool.
Sharron remained composed.
Fors, on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable.
Audrey took everything in.
"Miss Temperance's attire is classical and ornate, and her demeanor is cold, as if she's indifferent to everything. But she and Mr. Destiny seem to have some unknown connection... Are they acquaintances?"
"Magician… With this temperament and appearance, she can't possibly be Miss Fors!"
Audrey subtly lowered her head. She knew that if she could recognize Fors, then Fors would also see through her identity.
As expected, Fors had already identified Audrey.
After all, they frequently interacted in private and had a special understanding of each other.
Now she finally understood why "Backlund's most dazzling gem" had been drawn to Julius Astorio—those two were clearly on the same side!
Nevertheless, the meeting proceeded in an orderly fashion. As usual, Audrey and Alger handed over the "Roselle Diaries" they had collected to Klein.
Due to their improved Sequences, they no longer had to painstakingly transcribe the diaries by hand; they could now manifest their thoughts directly.
As Klein read through the diary, the rest of the party members sat quietly, waiting.
Once he finished, Klein smiled, signaling the meeting to continue.
Immediately, Alger spoke up. "Mr. Destiny, Miss Justice, I've returned to the sea and successfully claimed part of Qilangos' wealth. You both have a share."
—'Hurricane Lieutenant General' Qilangos, who died in an alley at Backlund's dock district not long ago?
Fors and Sharron's expressions shifted slightly.
It was rumored that Qilangos' death was ultimately orchestrated by Beyonder members of the Church of the Lord of Storms. But given this revelation, that was clearly misinformation...
Julius shook his head. "Mr. Hanged Man, you're too polite."
Then, as if recalling something, he added, "Regarding the Sequence 5 Beyonder item I owe you, there will be an update soon."
He turned toward Sharron, who sat like a lifeless doll. "Isn't that right, Miss Temperance?"
"They really do know each other!" Audrey silently confirmed her suspicion.
Sharron, seemingly unaccustomed to speaking in such gatherings, nodded stiffly.
Alger, noticing this, smiled kindly. "No rush... It's just a shame that 'Creeping Hunger' didn't choose me."
"It didn't choose me either. It chose the new 'Dark Angel,'" Klein thought to himself, suppressing a wry smile.
In a way, both he and Alger were just unlucky losers.
Chapter 28:
Since it was their first time attending a Tarot gathering, Fors and Sharron chose to remain inconspicuous, following the principle of "speak less, make fewer mistakes, say nothing unnecessary." They sat quietly in their seats, behaving impeccably.
The others, however, were not as restrained.
After discussing 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Qilangos' personal treasure, Alger and Audrey inquired about Derrick's progress, curious to know if he had become a Beyonder.
Finally, there was something to talk about.
Derrick, unable to contain his excitement, eagerly responded, "Yes! With the help of Mr. Fool and Mr. Destiny, I have successfully advanced to a 'Bard.'
Not only that, but Silver City has also received true salvation."
Finishing his words, he stood up and gave a deep bow to both Klein and Julius.
Klein maintained a relaxed smile and said nothing.
Julius simply waved his hand. "As members of the party, we should support each other."
Hearing this, Alger and Audrey secretly nodded.
After their last joint operation, both of them now viewed the Tarot Club in a completely different light.
"Mr. Fool," Derrick continued, "now that Silver City is free from the threat of darkness, we are working hard to establish a Church in your name and compile a canon."
'Holding onto a strong backer' was now the top priority for the survivors of the God-Forsaken Land.
Klein felt a headache coming on.
A Church?
A canon?
That kind of thing… please don't!
No one knew better than himself how unqualified he was for this role.
The so-called "god" was desperately thinking of a way to respond when Julius suddenly smiled and interjected, "Let's set aside matters like Church-building for now. Though the threat of monsters is gone, the issue of food remains. Right now, Silver City must focus on surviving the dawn while stabilizing its population."
He glanced at the figure shrouded in gray mist. "I believe Mr. Fool shares this sentiment."
"Yes." Klein nodded slightly, his attitude deliberately indifferent.
Derrick hesitated. "But…"
"Praise the Fool in your heart, not on the surface." Julius cut in directly. "Besides, we must also consider the influence of the 'True Creator.'"
The True Creator!
Derrick suddenly understood.
Although Silver City had escaped its crisis, the rest of the world was still engulfed in darkness.
Building a Church to another god within His domain…
Little Sun shuddered and dared not think further.
Since the topic had already shifted, Julius decided to reveal more. "Everyone, I have temporarily taken control of Backlund's Aurora Order to deal with an impending crisis that will soon sweep across the continent. You must all remain vigilant and pay close attention to any anomalies."
For a moment, the entire palace fell silent.
Except for Klein, who had already known, every other member was in stunned disbelief.
The Aurora Order—a secret organization devoted to the "True Creator"—was now under the control of "Mr. Destiny"?
Julius smiled at their reactions and said, "I'll let Mr. Fool explain this part himself."
Klein: ???
Sorry, but I'd rather not.
The problem is—
I'm just as confused as they are!
Forcing a composed smile, he replied, "Mr. Destiny, you are a most eloquent gentleman. I believe you can explain it far better than I."
Hearing this, Julius inKleind his head slightly and said, "As you wish."
Taking a deep breath, he spoke plainly, "The Seven Gods have tacitly agreed to George III ascending as the 'Black Emperor.' If everything proceeds smoothly, a new god will be born in Backlund."
Silence.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
No one spoke.
Everyone, including Klein, was shaken by the revelation.
A new god…
There were no words to describe what they were feeling.
After a long pause, Audrey mustered the courage to ask, "Mr. Destiny, what is the 'Black Emperor'?"
Julius replied calmly, "Sequence 0 of the 'Lawyer' Path—the shadow of order, the dark side of rules, the immortal king."
Audrey fell silent.
Then, Alger said in a deep voice, "As far as I know, George III is the King of Loen, and the major Churches have always suppressed secular kings from advancing to high-Sequence Beyonders…"
"That's usually the case." Julius clasped his hands on the table. "But remember, hearing is one thing, seeing is another. Even then, you can't always trust your eyes. Keep that in mind."
Alger nodded grimly. "Understood."
Derrick, having little connection to Loen, was the least affected. To him, the Land Abandoned by Gods and the Kingdom of Loen were worlds apart. The idea of someone becoming a god was shocking but didn't personally impact him as much.
Curious, he asked, "Mr. Destiny, is the True Creator on our side in this matter?"
Julius considered for a moment before answering, "His stance aligns with the Seven Gods. However, He aims to gain some benefits from this event, which is why He has temporarily entrusted the Aurora Order to me."
With that, he looked up.
Klein blinked in surprise.
He quickly composed himself and, with a slight smile, said, "Well done."
Ensuring the "True Creator," who had ties to Amon, remained neutral in the "Sequence War" was undeniably an incredible achievement.
If Klein were truly the "Fool" who had awakened from the annals of history, perhaps he would bestow Julius Astorio with some great reward…
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
"You're exaggerating. This is simply my duty." Julius smiled.
The life of a cat owner is truly unremarkable and dull.
He was genuinely looking forward to Klein's reaction when he eventually realized that 'Julius Astorio' and 'Star Evil God Julius Astorio' were one and the same.
It would be priceless—
"Um…" Suddenly, a hesitant voice spoke up.
"What's wrong, Miss Magician?" Julius turned his head. "Do you have a question?"
"George III faked his death, but he's still part of the Loen royal family. If he wants to become a god, why would he create a crisis that engulfs the entire world?" Fors, the new member, voiced the question that was on everyone's mind.
Poor her—just a little Sequence 9, suddenly burdened with world-shaking secrets. How was she supposed to sleep at night now?
"Hmm." Julius scratched his brow. "What I can tell you is that George III's ascension is the result of countless forces maneuvering in the shadows for many years. The conspiracies, calculations, and games involved aren't something that can be summed up in a few sentences."
His voice turned serious. "And the same applies to the war that will engulf the world."
War!
That single word made Fors and the others tense up.
Julius continued, "If George III succeeds, do you think he will be content with maintaining the status quo?
Sooner or later, the war will escalate. No nation—including Loen, Fusac, Intis, or even Feneport—will be able to escape.
The only question is which country will become the main battlefield. That will depend on the deeper game being played by the gods."
Everything in the world was merely a pawn in the gods' grand scheme.
A chill ran down their spines, an instinctive fear taking root.
In such an atmosphere, Audrey and the others had no mind for further discussion.
This week's Tarot session ended in an abrupt and heavy silence.
...
Returning to the real world, Klein's vision darkened, and he nearly fainted.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the black iron cross he wore emitted a strange light, helping him endure the backlash of spiritual exhaustion.
The Hanged Man represents sacrifice...
"There are too many people. The newly joined Miss Fors is fine, but Miss Temperance, who barely speaks, is clearly a mid-to-high Sequence Beyonder. With my current strength, it's really a bit too much," Klein murmured, pressing his temples.
Still, the black iron cross held high status. As long as the Beyonder materials were properly maintained, the loss of spirituality was manageable.
It just so happened that the current leader of the Aurora Order was Julius.
This wool will turn white if it isn't peeled off.
However, for now, the wool-gathering had to wait. After some thought, Klein decided to visit Julius's house, have a meal, and ask some questions along the way.
Before leaving, he picked up his hat and knocked on the door of Astorio Manor as Klein Moretti.
Before entering, he used his pendulum for a quick divination, confirming that today's meal would go smoothly.
Sure enough, when Klein strolled into the kitchen, Julius had just put on his napkin.
"Judging from Roen's habits, you'll be hated by others," Julius remarked, pointing to the chair opposite him. "Tell me, what do you want?"
"A new set of tableware, thank you." Klein first addressed the old butler before sitting down with dignity. "I have some questions."
Julius remained silent.
Once the new set of tableware was placed before Klein, Julius gestured for the butler to step aside and then made a few precise movements with his dining knife, creating an absolutely hidden spiritual wall. "Ask. I'm listening."
Klein hesitated briefly before speaking. "He told me something. I need a clearer understanding of what might happen in the future—to protect myself and my family."
"His love for you is as strong as ever. I don't know... Forget it, there's no harm in telling you in advance."
Julius set down his knife and fork. "In that case, let me tell you what I predict based on the current situation."
He cleared his throat and spoke methodically. "If George III succeeds in becoming a god, a world war will break out. That is certain, and Loen will hold a major advantage.
But before that, Roen must resist Fusac's invasion. This will be a painful struggle, but with a 'Black Emperor,' as well as the Evernight Goddess and her allies, the crisis will pass quickly—though bloodshed is inevitable.
The second stage is the counterattack. The Kingdom of Loen will go all out, launching a land and sea invasion of Fusac, quickly capturing its capital. But occupation is not the goal. The 'Black Emperor' and the Evernight Goddess have greater ambitions—they seek believers and authority.
In the third stage, the war between gods will erupt completely. Feneport will take advantage of Roen's overextension, backstabbing Roen and Lundberg. Feysac will become the battleground of the gods. The 'Black Emperor,' the Evernight Goddess, and their allies will face the Earth Mother Goddess and the God of War. But at the critical moment, the Earth Mother Goddess will inevitably betray the God of War. Don't ask me why—I can only say that it is fate's revelation."
"When Loen's side wins, Fusac will be annexed. The Evernight Goddess and the 'Black Emperor' will divide the followers and authority of the God of War."
"At that point, the war will end."
As Julius finished speaking, Klein couldn't help but envision a broken land, corpses strewn everywhere.
Seeing Klein's strange expression, Julius deliberately added, "Don't believe in the kindness of gods. They all have their own agendas. Of course, except for the 'Wheel of Fortune.' As long as you're lucky enough, you can go all the way to the past..."
Klein's voice turned hoarse. "Tell me more..."
Julius continued, "You know that adjacent pathways can be sWitched, right? There exist the 'Old Days' and the 'Pillars' above True Gods—do you understand? What I can tell you is that the god you serve has the potential to become a Pillar, but only if He reclaims His authority."
Julius spread his hands. "The same applies to other gods. They all strive to become the Old Days, to become Pillars. That's why the line between friend and foe is so clear."
So this is the truth behind the Sequence War... the essence of Beyonder aggregation?
Klein had learned far too much—knowledge he had no right to possess at this level. His Daoist mind wavered, showing faint signs of losing control.
Julius deliberately changed the subject. "Speaking of which, when a new 'Black Emperor' is born, the old one will completely perish. Roselle, tsk... what a pity."
Wait a minute!
Roselle is still alive.
Klein suddenly realized something.
From previous diary entries, he knew Roselle had likely jumped to another pathway to rid himself of corruption. But unexpectedly, it was the 'Black Emperor' pathway that was abandoned... and judging by Julius's words, he had succeeded?
Julius spoke earnestly. "Klein, before the war begins, persuade your family and friends to come to Backlund as soon as possible. It's the only city where they'll be safe. At the very least, I will protect them to the best of my ability."
Klein snapped back to reality and nodded. "I understand. I'll move my family here as soon as possible."
With an angel's protection, Melissa and Benson should be safe.
But... if George III becomes the 'Black Emperor,' will his fellow countrymen fall completely?
Klein couldn't accept it.
After all, from those diaries, he had gained too much invaluable knowledge—secrets beyond the reach of ordinary people.
This was a favor.
And he wondered... if he and the senior time traveler joined forces, could they find a way home?
Lost in thought, Klein suddenly blinked. "What you just described is what happens if George III successfully becomes the 'Black Emperor.' But what if he fails?"
"Fails? There is only one possibility—Amon replaces George III in the godhood ritual, completes his own ascension, and becomes Sequence 0 of the Error Pathway."
Julius's tone turned meaningful. "I don't think that 'adult' wants to see this happen."
Klein: ⊙ω⊙
If that happened, it wouldn't be fun at all.
So... did he really have to just watch his fellow countryman Roselle fall?