Chapter 2: Abraham

"What is this? I descended and instantly became an Angel. There probably aren't many transmigrators in this world who have it better than me... and yet..."

As he felt the extraordinary abilities and unique authority within him, "Wu Ming" suddenly noticed something unusual.

"Why am I still rational despite lacking an anchor? There are no lingering traces of initial spiritual contamination. This body retains only my consciousness!"

According to the original setting, every mythical creature carries an initial spiritual imprint, requiring a balance between their own will and the anchor formed by their followers' perception of them.

Without an anchor, they would inevitably lose their sanity and spiral into uncontrollable madness.

Yet, as a newly ascended Angel, "Wu Ming" retained only his own will, free from any external spiritual pollution—something even true gods couldn't achieve.

"Could this be the result of my transmigration cheat? Or is it due to the Fallen Mother Goddess' modifications?"

Last night, he had already assimilated the fragmented memories of this body's original owner, as if watching a long-running drama.

Whether by fate or coincidence, the body he now inhabited belonged to a member of the "Abraham" family—an Extraordinary, specifically a "Trick Master."

This unfortunate soul, Ael Jote Abraham, had perished yesterday under the weight of the family's hereditary curse when the red moon suddenly changed.

Now, "Wu Ming" had inherited this identity and, with the help of the Fallen Mother Goddess, had obtained a Sequence 2 Traveler characteristic from Mr. Door, ascending to the rank of an Angel.

The price? He was now bound to assist the Fallen Mother Goddess in reclaiming the two fragments of the Moon's uniqueness, high-sequence Extraordinary characteristics, and the portion of the Mother Nest that had been torn into Earth.

This was imprinted into his very instincts upon his rebirth—not as spiritual contamination, but as an absolute compulsion he could neither ignore nor resist.

As for his transmigration cheat, he still knew little about it. The only thing he was certain of was that, upon entering deep meditation, he could perceive an almost illusory world overlapping with reality. It felt as if, with a single thought, he could step into it.

With that thought, Ael was about to explore further to determine whether his body's anomalies stemmed from his cheat or the Fallen Mother Goddess' influence, when he was interrupted by a rhythmic knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

Ael stood up, vanishing from his desk and suddenly appearing at the study's entrance. Without him reaching out, the tightly shut door swung open as if moved by an invisible force, revealing a narrow gap.

"Master, it is your loyal servant, Noel."

A slightly obsequious voice reached Ael's ears. As the door opened, he was met with the sight of a short, frail, dark-skinned man.

The man wore a gray linen shirt, typical of the Southern Continent, with a hat woven from dried grass. A nervous, flattering smile was plastered on his face as he stood hesitantly at the threshold.

"What is it?" Ael raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent. Having integrated his predecessor's memories, he naturally recognized this dark-skinned man.

Noel was a slave Ael had purchased from a tribe in the Pass Valley during his early days of running a plantation. He now managed the other slaves on the estate.

In the Southern Continent, within the Ruen Kingdom's colonies, the slave trade was an accepted practice. Although laws had long been enacted to ban it, those restrictions only applied to Ruen Kingdom's citizens.

For the native tribal people, no one cared. To the colonial rulers, they were merely expendable numbers. Only when their numbers dwindled to the point of affecting the kingdom's control over the region would authorities intervene to curb the trade. Otherwise, most turned a blind eye—after all, without the tacit approval of the ruling class, the slave trade could never have flourished.

"My most esteemed master, uh... I bring bad news."

Noel's voice wavered with fear before he continued, "For some unknown reason, two of your slaves perished last night."

Glancing at the young gentleman before him, dressed in an elegant suit with a neatly tied cravat, Noel lowered his head even further and cautiously asked, "Should I report this to the city police?"

Though he managed the plantation's slaves and held some authority, he was ultimately still a slave himself. Decisions regarding his master's property were beyond his power.

That morning, during his routine headcount, he had discovered two people missing. Upon reaching the slaves' quarters with a few men, he found the two had died silently in their bedroom overnight.

After a brief thought, Ael replied, "No need. Just find a place to bury them."

As a Traveler and an Angel, his spirituality had already detected the two deaths and dismissed them as unimportant.

"Understood, my master."

Watching Noel disappear down the stairwell, Ael closed the study door and collapsed onto the nearby sofa.

With his eyes shut, he naturally entered a deep meditative state.

In an instant, a towering palace, bathed in white light, materialized in his mind. As his thoughts shifted, his body appeared within it.

The moment he stepped inside, Ael felt the palace tremble, as if welcoming its master.

Scanning his surroundings, he noticed the palace was largely empty, save for the exquisitely detailed murals adorning the walls.

Some depicted a colossal radiant figure overlooking a starry river, engaged in battle with a massive, translucent, worm-like entity whose tendrils encased the world.

Others illustrated humanity's development—agriculture, fire, and the passage of civilization.

At the forefront of all these murals stood a grand throne, constructed from radiant starlight and pristine white stone. Upon it lay a slumbering human figure.

"Murals like the ones in Leviheath... do they record this world's history?"

Ael remained calm, gazing at the sleeping figure, for he recognized it as himself.

The next moment, he stepped forward, merging seamlessly with his slumbering form upon the throne.

"So, this is my transmigration cheat? A uniqueness and source quality of my own?"

Upon merging with his dormant self, Ael finally grasped the palace's nature.

His cheat—this palace—was a source quality known as "Mirror World." It was an illusory realm that existed only within reflections.

Additionally, it came with a uniqueness—"Blank."

This source quality and uniqueness were neither one of the Nine Great Original Qualities of the original Earth nor derived from any Outer God of this universe.

It was a newly-born anomaly, a fusion of his high-dimensional soul with this universe—a nascent, incomplete entity, lacking an established pathway and all Extraordinary characteristics besides its uniqueness and source quality.

According to the mystical principles of the Lord of the Mysteries world, he could never become an Old One. But his unique sequence was different.

As a foundation, "Blank" allowed for qualitative transformation when combined with Sequence 1 characteristics from multiple unrelated pathways, granting him the authority and symbols of those paths.

Abstract yet enigmatic—just like this world of mysteries.