Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 392 Fabti's Container
Upon hearing Roger's words, Sebastian Montoya immediately knelt on one knee, his entire body tense.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, but he was deeply moved to hear Roger say those words.

Even if Roger wasn't speaking in the demon language, just hearing his name would be enough to make this Sequence 3 Saint willingly submit.

In fact, Sebastian's ancestor was one of the demonic dukes who followed the "dark side of the universe." However, the Montoya family declined because of the deterioration of the "Abyss" environment and the blood curse caused by the death of that ancestor.

Otherwise, they could have become a demon family no less powerful than the Belial family, or even the North family.

It is precisely for this reason that Sebastian, as one of the few remaining members of the Montoya family, has always maintained a considerable degree of loyalty to the "Dark Side of the Universe" and has always adhered to the habit of praying to the "Dark Side of the Universe," a name personally chosen by Fabti.

This was partly due to family tradition, and partly because Sebastian longed for the "dark side of the universe" to help the Montoya family regain its former glory.

However, things didn't go as planned. The "Dark Side of the Universe" hadn't offered any revelations to the Montoya family for a very long time. Because of this, the Montoya family had long been ostracized by the three major demon families. Even though Sebastian had become a Sequence 3 "Whisperer," he could only lead a portion of the peripheral forces of the "Blood Cult."

As for those core secrets and the opportunity to hear the revelations of the "dark side of the universe," they have always been controlled by the three major families, with the North family at the head, and have been inaccessible to Sebastian.

So at this moment, Sebastian took Roger's words as a sign of good fortune after hardship, and he listened intently to what Roger was about to say, not daring to relax for a moment.

"First, the three major demon families have already fallen. They are serving the enemy of the 'dark side of the universe' and there is no turning back."

"Secondly, some members within the 'conservatives' have also been corrupted by that great being who is hostile to the 'dark side of the universe,' especially those individuals who stubbornly believe in the 'Abyss' rather than the 'dark side of the universe.' You should have noticed this, right?"
"Third, fundamentally, you are not enemies with Voladil Azamat and his 'reformers'. On the contrary, you are both people who truly serve the 'dark side of the universe'. It's just that you didn't realize this immediately because of the influence of the demon family."

Roger finished speaking those three sentences without changing his expression, then smiled and looked at Sebastian Montoya, who was staring at him in shock.

The "talker" moved his lips and teeth for a while, finally managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"My lord, I don't understand."

"You should print this sentence on the front of your clothes."

Roger made a joke, and then explained:
"The Demon Family are enemies, Vladil is a friend, can you understand?"

"I don't understand."

Sebastian Montoya looked at Roger with a bewildered and ignorant look in his eyes, like that of some kind of animal.

"You should print this sentence on the back of your clothes."

Roger sighed:

“I believe you are very aware of the anomalies of the ‘dark side of the universe’ over the years, more so than most members of the ‘Blood Worship Cult’.”

"And you should also know that some kind of anomaly has occurred in the 'Abyss,' causing the living environment there to deteriorate drastically, right?"

"Correct."

Sebastian nodded, recalling his Sequence 2 ancestor from the Montoya family who followed the "Dark Side of the Universe."

"Do you know why the 'Abyss' has deteriorated in its environment?"

Faced with Roger's question, Sebastian hesitated.

To be honest, he had thought about this question, but none of his guesses were plausible, and he had never been to the "Abyss" in person, so he had no way of knowing the details.

“An extremely powerful evil god has corrupted the ‘Abyss’ and severely damaged the ‘Dark Side of the Universe.’ He is currently in very poor condition, which is why his activity level has decreased significantly.”

"In other words, what now dominates the 'Abyss' is that evil god, not the 'dark side of the universe'."

"So you'll understand why I say that the members of the Blood Worship Cult who stubbornly pray to the Abyss are all somewhat problematic. They have been subtly corrupted by the Abyss, and the Demon Family is one of the groups most affected."

After hearing Roger's explanation, Sebastian finally understood.

He then asked:

"My lord, what exactly is going on with Vladil Azamat?"

Please explain.

"It's a long story, but there's a high probability that he's a follower of the 'dark side of the universe.' I don't know the specifics, and I'll only find out after I get to know him."

Roger shook his head slightly, then added:

"The path that the 'Reformers' are currently on is key to helping the 'Dark Side of the Universe' regain its power, but you have not been clear about this and have been misled by the demon family."

"So why do you think Voladil, a Sequence 5 being, could use a Sequence 2 sealed artifact without any obstacles? Without the approval of the 'Criminal' Path True God, what do you think the probability of this happening?"

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Sebastian felt somewhat embarrassed when he realized what was happening. He had no idea that Voladil Azamat, a "Desire Apostle" with only Sequence 5, was actually a "Favored One of the Dark Side of the Universe."

It has to be said that this is very counterintuitive and contrary to common sense.

Although Sebastian couldn't understand why the "Dark Side of the Universe" would choose Vladil as its chosen one, if that were the case, then there was no doubt that his previous hostile actions towards Vladil were, in effect, hostile to the "Dark Side of the Universe."

Seemingly noticing Sebastian Montoya's predicament, Roger shook his head:

"It's alright. I've told you the whole story now, so it's not too late to make amends."

"My lord, what should I do?"

Sebastian took a deep breath and asked:
"Two o'clock."

Roger held up two fingers:

"First, you need to arrange for me to meet with Vladil Azamat as soon as possible. I will act as an intermediary to mediate the conflict between you two."

"Second, we need to educate and co-opt those believers who are still confused and wavering between the beliefs of the 'abyss' and the 'dark side of the universe', and make them completely turn to the 'dark side of the universe'. As for the die-hards, we need to find a way to eliminate them as soon as possible."

"In this way, the external will that occupies the 'Abyss' will loosen to some extent, and the 'Dark Side of the Universe' will be able to get more breathing room."

"clear."

Sebastian nodded, and after a moment he asked again:

"My lord... how much hope is there that His Lord will return?"

"It's hard to say right now."

Roger shook his head:

"His enemies are far more powerful than you can imagine. In order to deal with His influence, we may even need to rely on the power of the Church of the Eternal Sun."

“I have already made arrangements for the relevant matters. Now you just need to do what you are supposed to do, facilitate the unity of the loyal followers of the ‘Blood Worship Cult’ as soon as possible, and the merger of the ‘Conservatives’ and the ‘Reformers’.”

"Although you may not be able to accept the 'innovators' approach to digesting potions in the short term, at least don't resist them and try to listen to their opinions."

“I believe that if a ‘devil’ with divine qualities could emerge from within the ‘reformists,’ things would change fundamentally, and perhaps He could return.”

"Okay, my lord."

Sebastian nodded. At this point, he no longer doubted Roger's words, because they not only aligned with his own experiences, but also matched Roger's status as someone from the 'dark side of the universe'.

"That's settled then. I hope to see Vladil Azamat within 24 hours."

Roger thought for a moment and then gave his contact information to Sebastian Montoya, asking him to contact him after confirming the meeting time with Vladil.

After arranging these matters, Roger used his "traveler" abilities to leave the mansion where Sebastian was and return to "Old Man's Inn".

"Boss, do you have anything to eat?"

Roger glanced at the trembling old man behind the counter, who was holding a monocle and reading a newspaper. After confirming several times that this was not Amon, he finally asked.

"Yes, but right now I can only cook you some Fenerbah pasta."

"Old Man" put away the newspaper and looked at Roger.

"No problem, and another hot chocolate, please. Put the cost on account 309."

"OK."

"Old Man" nodded, stood up, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.

Roger found a place to sit in the restaurant, picked up the latest edition of the Trier Morning Post, and discovered that the Trier military had issued several curfew zones in the city, claiming that criminals had been found there, prohibiting all residents in the zones from going out before 7 a.m., and requiring them to actively cooperate with the military's inspections if necessary.

This curfew will take effect at 7 p.m. tonight, at which time even shops and bars in the area will not be allowed to operate, which is quite a heavy-handed measure.

Upon seeing this, Roger realized that the Church of the Eternal Sun, after investigating the demon family's strongholds following the clues he had given them, had gradually realized the seriousness of the problem and was now beginning an in-depth investigation to find out what exactly existed beneath Trier.

"Young man, here's your Fennebot pasta and hot chocolate."

Just then, "Dad" placed a steaming cup of milk chocolate on the table, and then placed a plate in front of Roger.

It was a huge bowl of Fennebot pasta, topped with an Intis-style meat sauce that looked like something "Papa" had modified himself.

However, the noodles smelled quite good. Roger thanked him, then glanced at "Dad" and said:
"Boss, you'd better stay at the shop these next few days and not go home."

"how?"

"Old Man" sounded a bit strange.

"The military has issued a curfew order, didn't you see?"

Roger pointed to the newspaper, and "Old Man" took it and began to read it.

"Hi."

After reading it, he dismissed it, saying:

"Such things have happened decades ago. Usually, it involves discovering smuggled goods or something, which has nothing to do with ordinary people like us... We just need to stay at home obediently."

"But speaking of which, how did you know where my house is?"

"This……"

Roger thought for a moment:
"Actually, I am a reasoning expert."

"A reasoning expert? What does that do?"

"Old Man" sat down next to Roger with some curiosity and asked with great interest.

Roger quickly glanced at "Dad" and then spoke:
"There are small amounts of red clay and chalk behind your counter... Combining these two points, we can determine a lot of things."

“In all of Trier, there are very few places with large areas of red soil that you’ll inevitably step on while walking. Combined with the chalk on your feet, I can tell you live on Borbeca Street behind the market area… There’s a chalk factory there, and the road in front of it is often covered in chalk.”

“It’s really impressive.”

"Old Man's" eyes lit up:
"By the way, what you just said about me not going home was also deduced."

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, the place where the hazardous materials are stored is very close to your residence... Fortunately, you live alone, so you can just stay at the store tonight and don't need to worry about home."

Roger began, saying that "Old Man's" place was very close to a stronghold used by a "demon family" for performing dark magic rituals. His current attitude was to try to persuade the old man if he could, because he didn't have a bad impression of him.

"How did you tell that she lives alone?"

"Dad" frowned and asked.

“You’ve been wearing this outfit for two days, but there are two streaks of plaster on the back of your clothes. This means that no one is supervising you as you drink until late at night, which allows you to drink too much and fall asleep on the bed, and then wear this outfit to open the shop the next day.”

Roger winked. To be honest, these were all things he knew the answer to and the reasoning process to follow; they weren't too difficult for him.

"Cough cough."

After Roger revealed his private life, "Old Man" nodded somewhat awkwardly.

"I'll be at the store tonight. You can contact me anytime if you need anything."

"Excuse me."

Roger nodded, watching "Dad" get up and walk to the lounge behind the counter. A moment later, he was wearing a coat.

To be honest, "Old Man's" cooking skills were pretty good. Roger finished his noodles in a few bites, drank the hot chocolate in one gulp, and then went back to room 309 to take a shower and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Roger was awakened by a knock on the door. He put on his shirt, got up, opened the door, and found that standing outside was the sickly young man who had previously worked for Sebastian Montoya.

"My lord, Lord Montoya has sent me with a message."

The young man spoke nervously, his head bowed, not even daring to look at Roger.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Roger nodded and opened the letter to read it.

The address listed was a meeting place for Sebastian to meet Roger at 8 p.m. at a club in the market district, and he also mentioned that Voladil would be there as well.

Roger put the letter away, then looked at the sickly young man:
Tell Montoya that I will be there on time tonight.

"Ok."

The other person nodded, then said goodbye and turned to leave.

"stop."

Roger suddenly stopped the sickly young man.

The other person immediately trembled, turned around, and asked in a trembling voice:

"My lord, is there anything else you would like to instruct me on?"

"Well, it's okay."

Roger shook his head:

"You go."

The sickly young man was somewhat bewildered by Roger's actions, but dared not say anything and left as if he had been granted a pardon.

In fact, Roger stopped him because he noticed that the sickly young man had interacted with Sam in the past few days and wanted to remind him not to cause any more trouble for Sam.

But Roger swallowed his words. He realized he might have been overprotective of his family, which was detrimental to Sam's digestion of the "Faceless" potion. So, after thinking about it, he decided it was best to say nothing. The commotion kept Roger awake. He went back to his room to wash and get ready. Just as he was about to leave, Klein and Bendit arrived at the door of room 309, bringing him croissants, jam, and butter.

"Thanks."

Roger nodded gratefully. The meal he had eaten earlier could only be considered breakfast, and now that he had taken a nap, he was a little hungry again.

He quickly finished his meal and then told Klein and Bandit that Vladier was going to meet him that evening.

"What do we need to do?"

Bandit meowed, then jumped onto the table and asked.

"Not for now. If I'm not mistaken, the 'Eternal Sun' Church will join forces with the Intis military tonight to begin operations. Just be flexible and adapt to the situation. Just be careful not to get too close to the scene of the incident."

Roger swallowed the bread in his mouth and reminded them that he was doing this to prevent Klein and Bendit from being contaminated in the event of a potential conflict.

"Ok."

Klein and Bandit both nodded.

"That's it for now."

Roger patted the breadcrumbs off his hands:
"Everyone, go about your own business. We'll split up and head out at seven o'clock."

While there was still some time, Roger wrote another letter to Sam, highlighting the key points of his investigation and suggesting that he focus his surveillance on the peripheral members of the demon family.

Then he summoned Sam's messenger, a phantom spirit creature called "Bukari Vortex," which resembled a vortex. Its method of receiving letters was also unique—it directly swallowed the letters into its vortex, which seemed to contain an unseen space.

After leaving the "Bukkari Vortex", Roger went to the central stone platform of the "Primal Core" again, where he met Rosanne in the rose garden, chatted with her for a while, and told her about what he was doing.

Rosanne listened with great interest, occasionally asking questions, which Roger answered one by one.

Finally, Rosanne asked Roger for a bed and a bookshelf, and also asked him to find her some books about the history of Intis so she could bring them to the Rose Garden next time.

Roger readily accepted all of these requests. He conjured a bed and a bookcase, and after watching his sister fall asleep in the bed, he reluctantly left the stone platform at the center of the "Original Core".

"Phew...it's almost time."

Seeing that it was almost time and it was getting dark, Roger dressed, went out, and hailed a horse-drawn carriage to head towards the market area.

Upon reaching the southwest corner of the market area, Roger got out of the carriage, paid the fare, and then looked up at the signboard above.

"Simsa Chess Club?"

Roger frowned. He found it incongruous that there would be a chess club operating during the week in Trier's market district.

After all, as a Ruen, Roger also had a stereotype about the people of Trier—the only reason why a chess club located here hadn't gone out of business was that its real source of income wasn't providing a place for people to play chess.

Sure enough, when Roger knocked on the door of the "Shimsa Chess Club," a handsome young man dressed in a suit vest, white shirt, and gray bow tie came to open the door.

Those in the know will recognize this as a greeter at a chess club; those who don't might mistake it for a waiter at some high-class ball.

However, Roger could tell that this was a "criminal" Sequence 9 extraordinary individual, and if nothing unexpected happened, this "Himsa Chess Club" should be an external stronghold of the "Blood Worship Cult".

It's possible that this place is indeed an open card and board game club during the day or on weekends, but at night it becomes a secret meeting place for the "Blood Worship Cult".

The young man saw Roger and asked:
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"Yes, room number 13."

Roger nodded, then added the information mentioned in the letter the sickly young man had previously delivered:
“I’ve come to see Mr. ‘White Dove’.”

"Welcome, please follow me."

After confirming the information, the waiter turned around and went inside.

Roger followed suit. This "Simsa Chess Club" didn't have any items symbolizing the devil; instead, it was plastered with advertisements for chess tournaments.

However, the arrangement of these advertisements and the first letter of their headings follow certain patterns, which seem to be some kind of code used for communication within the "Blood Worship Cult".

"Sir, this is room number 13. Please come in."

Soon, the waiter stopped in front of a black wooden door:

“Mr. ‘White Dove’ is waiting for you inside.”

"Good work."

Roger nodded, then watched the waiter leave, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Inside the room, two people were sitting quietly playing chess. The one on the left was Sebastian Montoya, while the curly-haired young man on the right was Roger, whom he was meeting for the first time.

He was wearing a black coat and matching striped trousers, with round-toed leather shoes on his feet. He wasn't wearing a hat, and judging from the slight roguishness on his face, Roger figured he had dressed up specially for meeting him.

"you lose."

The curly-haired man suddenly looked up and said something to Sebastian.

The latter nodded, and then the two of them stood up together and walked towards Roger.

"Hello, I am Vladier."

The curly-haired man was quite handsome, with a high nose and ice-blue eyes. He took the initiative to extend his hand and greet Roger.

"Hello, I'm Roger."

Roger introduced himself as well, but then he suddenly heard Vladier speak:

"I know you."

"is it?"

Roger responded with a smile. To be honest, he wasn't surprised that Vladil would say such a thing, because it further confirmed that the other party was likely a follower of the "dark side of the universe."

In the "Secret Insight" vision, Vladier was also surrounded by a black aura similar to that of Master Qiu, only the black on Vladier's body was thicker and deeper, so much so that even Roger could not see it clearly.

Furthermore, for some reason, Vladier did not wear the crown, seemingly knowing that he would not be fighting with anyone today.

"Yeah, I kind of know him."

Vladier nodded:

"Please have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

"Coffee is fine."

Roger began to speak.

Vladier pressed the doorbell three times, two short and one long, and less than two minutes later the waiter brought over a pot of coffee and a cup.

Do you know how to play strategy games?

"Volatil asked," he said.

"know a little."

Roger nodded.

"please?"

"please."

The two sat down, and while Vladil was tidying up the chess pieces, Roger turned to look at Sebastian:
"Don't let anyone near here."

"Yes."

Sebastian understood that Roger wanted to get him out of the way for a while. The "talker" nodded, then went outside and closed the door.

"you go first."

Vladier had already set up the chess pieces and began to speak.

Roger nodded slightly, then picked up a chess piece and placed it in a fixed square.

"A very traditional start, but very confident."

Vladier smiled and commented, then he also made his move.

After that, the two played back and forth for more than ten rounds. During this process, Roger discovered that Vladil's chess skills were very high, like a veteran who had studied wargames for decades.

In contrast, Roger, who only had a rudimentary understanding of strategy games and no special abilities, quickly fell into a disadvantageous position and was ultimately defeated by Vladil on the 26th move.

"sharp."

He nodded, acknowledging Vladier's strength.

“I feel that you are not like a member of the ‘Blood Worship Cult’, but more like a real war game player.”

"It's a long story."

Vladier shook his head:

"In a sense, these insights of mine did not come from myself."

"What do you mean by 'not from yourself'?"

Roger asked with great interest.

"That was an inner thought, a consciousness, a cry from within me."

Vladier shook his head and uttered a nonsensical remark:
"Strictly speaking, even I myself cannot be considered meaningful, or rather, I am able to exist because of you."

"Because of me? The new role-playing method of the 'Abyss' pathway?"

Roger raised an eyebrow and asked in return.

"Yes."

Vladier tapped the table lightly with his right hand:

"I was originally a dying man, but I was chosen by that one, and that gave me a chance to live again."

“And my goal is to pave that new path for Him, so that it can lead to the door of divinity.”

"really."

Roger nodded slightly. Vladier's words essentially acknowledged that he himself was a follower of the "dark side of the universe."

"So you are His incarnation?"

"It doesn't count."

Vladier shook his head:

"I am just a container."

He suddenly laughed:

"You must be wondering why I, as a Sequence 5 'Apostle of Desire,' am able to use Sequence 2 magical items?"

"Yes, I am curious."

Roger began to speak.

"The Sequence 2 of the 'Abyss' pathway is called 'Blood Duke.' As the name suggests, extraordinary individuals in this sequence are highly skilled in blood-related magic; in other words, blood itself is their source of power."

Vladil Azamat took a sip of his coffee and continued explaining:
“It saved me, and I have to fulfill my duty… For any creature with blood, the ‘Blood Duke’ can bury its unique will deep within its heart, and when the ‘Blood Duke’s’ physical body is destroyed, it can be resurrected within its heart.”

These words were somewhat abstract, but Roger still understood what Vladier meant.

"You mean the will residing in the sealed artifact you possess comes directly from that one?"
"And you two reached a pact, with you helping him traverse a new path through the 'Abyss,' allowing Him to be resurrected through the power of the 'Blood Duke' within you, and then break free from the suppression of the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

"You reacted very quickly."

Vladier praised it.

Roger sighed softly, then frowned and asked:
"So you planned from the beginning that you would die?"

"I said, everyone exists for a purpose, and this is my purpose."

Vladier laughed:

"If I could live again and settle the people I care about, I would have no regrets."

"Too."

Roger nodded. Perhaps because Roxanne had been resurrected in a strange way within the "Original Core," he was now particularly able to understand this feeling.

"So that one intends to abandon all Sequence 1 extraordinary traits and be resurrected directly as a Sequence 2?"

Frankly, this was indeed the best option for Fabti, but after that, it would be difficult for Him to reclaim the extraordinary properties and uniqueness of Sequence 1.

"Not really."

Vladier shook his head:

"He has planned everything, though I don't know the specifics. I'm just accepting my fate."

That is to say, Fabuti has a way to regain his Sequence 1 extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness, and be resurrected as a true god?
Roger thought for a moment, then nodded:

"Do you know what the Demon Family is up to underground?"

"Of course I know, and I know a lot about it."

Vladier admitted it, crossing his arms and leaning forward as he spoke to Roger:
"Do you have any questions about this?"

(End of this chapter)