"67: He Was God"

The scene shifted.

In that instant, the night vanished like an illusion—replaced by a realm of pure white.

By the time Sharon realized something was wrong, she had already arrived in a room painted entirely white, with gray floor tiles covering the ground. The entire space was laid with pale gray tiles, the walls coated in snow-white paint, and the room itself was extremely spacious and empty.

The only focal point in this vast room was a long white table in the center.

On either side of the table were three gray chairs, their backs seemingly etched with planetary designs—clearly a place regularly used for meetings.

Being abruptly transported here from a high-speed ride on the expressway, Sharon's pupils shrank slightly. She quickly understood that this space was likely the result of a terrifying spatial-type Abyssal Artifact—or perhaps something even rarer, a true pocket dimension under human control.

Either way, both possibilities signaled danger to Sharon.

"I've heard that Tru possesses a secret dimensional space known only to its highest-ranking members. That's what allowed them to become one of the most dangerous underground organizations in the world... So, is this the place spoken of in those rumors? Or something like it?"

She murmured this to herself before suddenly sensing something. Her gaze turned toward the head seat of the long white table.

In that moment, where previously there had been nothing, a chair adorned with the engraving of a sun appeared—along with a figure seated upon it.

It was a young man wearing a black suit, with black hair and piercing black eyes. He had a ruby ring on the ring finger of his right hand. His features were youthful, and he exuded a quiet intensity. Sitting at the head of the table, he had his fingers interlaced, calmly observing the room.

Sharon paused in silence upon seeing the man—someone she had encountered once before. Without a word, she walked to the third seat to his right, sat down, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and asked solemnly:

"How should I address you?"

"You may call me Mr. Sun, Miss Sharon."

Luo Shu lifted his head slightly, his luminous eyes gleaming as he smiled gently.

"How does it feel to be reborn?"

Hearing this, Sharon didn't show any joy. Instead, her expression grew heavy as she asked:

"What must I pay in exchange for this new life?"

There's no such thing as a free lunch. Since this man had gone to such lengths to extract her from the government's siege, it was impossible for there to be no price.

Luo Shu was clearly pleased by her grounded and realistic response. Smiling, he replied, "Join the organization I founded. Serve me for three years."

It was a timeframe he had carefully considered. Any shorter, and someone as cautious as Sharon might grow suspicious. Any longer would serve no purpose.

Based on what Luo Shu knew, none of the current underground organizations in the world could provide a stable path for enhancing abilities the way he could.

With such a core advantage, if the system didn't require him to recruit "main characters" as kin, Luo Shu could have easily amassed a large following under the Astronomy Club.

But since there were limitations on personnel, he had to adopt a structure with a few elite operatives leading a larger body of regular peripheral members.

And Luo Shu was certain that someone like Sharon—who lived her life at the edge of death—would never turn down the opportunity to grow stronger.

Even if it meant working for someone of mysterious origin like him.

"I'd like to ask... Is your organization... True Celestial Astronomy?"

After a long silence, Sharon cautiously asked her question.

After all, from what she had seen, Luo Shu gave off a strong impression of someone who utilized demonic powers.

And that was a defining trait of Celestial Astronomy members—users of demonic energy.

Upon hearing the name "Celestial Astronomy," Luo Shu gave a subtle shake of his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"No, we're just a small group—a humble little organization called the Astronomy Club."

A small organization? One that possibly controlled high-tier spatial artifacts—or even a full-on pocket dimension?

Sharon was speechless at his answer.

As a Seven-Star Demon Hunter, she knew exactly where she stood in the secret world—just one step below the leadership of most major factions, and among the highest tier of combatants that could be mobilized.

She was a big name in the hidden world.

And after experiencing Luo Shu remotely piloting her body with that overwhelming combat prowess, Sharon understood all too well what kind of power this man held.

She even suspected that, in Luo Shu's eyes, she was covered in countless weak points—and he only needed to touch one to kill her instantly.

This man before her—he was someone who could kill her on a whim.

If she was a high-ranking operative in the secret world, then this man was undoubtedly the caliber of a hidden world leader.

And such a person dared call his organization a "small group"? What part of this was small?

But seeing the look on Luo Shu's face—a look that said, this is what I believe, and you'd better believe it too—Sharon bit her lip and kept quiet.

Fine, if you want to call it that, then so be it. Whatever makes you happy.

Still... Astronomy Club, huh? Sharon looked at Luo Shu, a little puzzled. After a moment, she asked hesitantly, "Then what's the difference between us and Celestial Astronomy?"

She deliberately said "us" to signal her submission and acknowledgment as a member.

"The difference?" Luo Shu mused, genuinely considering the question. After a short pause, he smiled.

"Perhaps... the difference is that Celestial Astronomy worships demons—while the Astronomy Club worships gods."

"Worships gods... the same way Celestial Truth worships demons?"

Sharon's expression changed dramatically at that. So much so that even Luo Shu found it a bit strange.

And just as he was about to ask why she looked so shaken, the nun before him spoke in a voice trembling with awe:

"So, the Astronomy Club's goal... is to seize divine power, just as Celestial Astronomy seeks to usurp the position of demons?"

Upon hearing that, Luo Shu immediately understood her misunderstanding. He let out a quiet chuckle and said in a slightly self-mocking tone:

"Not seize—reclaim."

Not seize but reclaim... Sharon's heart trembled.

Only now did she truly grasp the meaning buried within his seemingly offhanded words.

This man... was comparing himself to a god.

Or rather—

He was God.