Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 431 Preparations Before Heading to the Stars
The moment Roger uttered those words, it seemed as if some underlying rule within the orphanage was reversed, as if the building itself had been "hinted" at.

Diego's burns began to heal significantly, the overturned kettle flew back to the stove, and the symptoms of the children with colds and fevers also improved considerably.

Light began to appear in the empty face of the female teacher. Some indescribable being, shocked by the situation, roared and tried to crawl out, but was whipped back by Roger.

Almost everyone has an unspeakable demon in their childhood, but these demons vary in size and harm.

The places where these demons dwell are forgotten lands, the "abyss" of psychology.

The very thing that troubled Diego resided within the face of this female teacher.

"Three represents light."

Roger lashed out with his whip a third time, and the female teacher finally ceased to be human, transforming into a dark, writhing mass that defied description.

That was "fear" itself. Fear is a chain reaction with inertia. The fear that the dean instilled in the female teacher eventually reached Diego.

At that moment, shadowy figures appeared outside the window, as if hundreds or thousands of people from the town had gathered around the orphanage. They circled the glass windows, some mocking, some ridiculing.

Their mockery was directed at the female teacher, but it was a far more extensive curse from many "bloodless and tearless" people.

The reason for the mockery is that she has gone from being a bully to being bullied, and the sky has become darker, filled with lurking shadows.

Some even looked at Roger with envy, for he was now the ruler of this place, the sole one who controlled the power.

Those discussions, praises, and shouts were deafening; they were the voices of "admiration for the strong" and "minor evils."

Suddenly, light burst forth on the distant horizon, illuminating the orphanage and the onlookers.

They were all faceless, with only a few having mouths and noses. Apart from that, they had no facial features, only pale and bloodless faces.

"Four represents redemption."

Roger raised his whip, and the next second, it rapidly expanded under the power of "The Insightful," becoming infinitely long in an instant, as if it could support the heavens and the earth.

As his right hand fell, the entire orphanage and the surrounding dense darkness instantly turned into ruins and ashes.

The light found Diego, and the cage that had imprisoned him for decades was finally destroyed.

As a child, he stared blankly at the light and Roger's backs, lost in thought.

"Let's go, your captain and comrades are still waiting for you."

Roger smiled and extended his hand to Diego, saying...

Diego snapped out of his daze, and the "Reaper" nodded before grabbing Roger's hand.

In that instant, he transformed back into an adult.

He and Roger walked eastward, and just as the light engulfed him, Lindsay in reality saw Diego open his eyes.

Roger's figure was quickly sketched out beside her, one hand on Lindsay's shoulder:
"Can I get promoted now?"

Lindsay burst into tears of joy, thanking Roger repeatedly before taking a glass bottle from his person.

This was the "War Bishop" potion he had prepared beforehand. The liquid was half red and half black, with light constantly moving back and forth between the two.

Lindsay took a deep breath and swallowed the potion.

In an instant, a hazy mist began to appear centered on Lindsay, and his troops began to hear faint sounds.

That was Lindsay's inner voice; power began to flow between the team, filled with instability.

After a while, the power gradually stabilized, and as the mist dissipated, a voice appeared in the minds of the team members:
"Brothers, thanks for your support, I've been promoted!"

Congratulations came from all directions, and Lindsay looked at Roger:

"Captain, Detective Moriarty, you've worked hard too."

"Thank you everyone."

Roger paused, then continued:

"Congratulations on your promotion to Sequence 3."

"You can start thinking about your honorable name now, but before that, we need to collect the bodies of our fallen brothers and give them a proper burial."

Lindsay sighed and nodded. He was a seasoned commander now, but he still felt a pang of sorrow when faced with the deaths of his men.

Roger patted him on the shoulder, and just then, his previous "Dream Weaver" clone appeared beside him.

Roger glanced at the "Old Box" in his hand, whose "laws" were still not completely deactivated, said "thank you for your hard work," and then threw the "Old Box" directly into the "Original Dynamic Core."

Currently, within the "Original Core," Roger is the sole ruler. Coupled with the seal of the "Key to the Gate" and the corruption of the "Fallen Mother Goddess," even Zarathustra cannot be resurrected.

Roger's side suffered heavy losses in this battle, but the results were also remarkable. They not only annihilated Zarathustra and obtained His Sequence 2 "Miracleist" extraordinary ability as a backup, but also a large number of Mythical Puppets and a Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar".

It must be said that archangels like Zarathustra, who lead a large, secret organization, are indeed very troublesome. Even with the help of the Night Watchers, Fabuti of the Dark Side of the Universe, and Luna Augustus, Lindsay's side still lost nearly 40 warriors.

Among them were elite warriors who had followed Lindsay before entering the "Forsaken Land." They had experienced the long journey and boundless darkness of the "Forsaken Land," as well as the bloody chill of the ancient forests of the Southern Continent. They had also accompanied him in fierce battles against members of the "Aurora Society" in Port Pritz.

The members of the tactical squad were all somewhat depressed. They silently collected the bodies and handed them over to Roger for temporary storage in the "Original Dynamic Core." Only after Lindsay comforted them through the "Mind Communication" channel did their condition improve somewhat.

After Klein left, Roger put Lindsay and his tactical squad members back into the "Old Box".

At this moment, the other "Dreamweaver" clone that Bandit and Roger had reserved also found them.

"Has Miss Audrey arrived home safely?"

Roger glanced at Bandit and asked.

"Mmm, I'm home."

Bandit nodded:
"Miss Audrey is so beautiful, meow."

"That is."

Roger nodded, not denying Bandit's assessment.

After recovering the "Dream Weaver" clone, Roger, along with his men and Bandit, arrived at Zaka Island.

Zaka Island is a corner with stable geological conditions, beautiful scenery, and is far away from highlands where landslides and mudslides may occur.

After discussing it with Lindsay, Roger decided to use this place as the cemetery for Zaka Island, with one area specifically for Lindsay's tactical unit members.

The two men and their men spent two days burying the members of the tactical unit. Finally, Roger erected a memorial stone and engraved the names of the fallen soldiers on it.

Lindsay stood on a high point in the cemetery, gazing at the surging sea in the distance, speechless for a moment.

"Let's go, brother."

Roger came to his side and spoke.

Lindsay nodded, turned around, and walked with Roger toward the exit of the cemetery.

That evening, Roger received two communications.

First, "High Priest of the Deep Blue" Radar Valentine sent Roger a letter in which he marked the names, photos and information of more than a dozen Sequence 5 candidates from the Church of Storms. These were potential candidates selected by the Church of Storms after discussions, and Roger unsurprisingly chose Alger Wilson.

Of course, he elaborated on his reasons in the letter, making the whole thing seem more reasonable and less abrupt, and then he had "the Rat of De La Hoya" deliver the letter again.

If all goes well, Alger will receive his appointment soon, and the deal between the two parties can officially begin.

The second contact came from Donovan, who informed Roger that the second batch of 3000 barrels of oil was ready, which cheered Roger up.

Currently, Donovan's team is steadily increasing their oil extraction efficiency, and the technology is also iterating. At this rate, the output is expected to increase three or four times.

Roger brought them some gifts that Donovan needed, and then used the "Primal Core" to transfer the oil to York Weeks.

York Weeks was overjoyed. He accepted the shipment of oil and then paid Roger over 30000 gold pounds.

"As expected, making money in the energy sector is easy. I've made a good 50,000 gold pounds in one go."

While indulging in the thrill of being an oil tycoon, Roger told York Weeks that he needed another fixed-wing aircraft model.

When the concept of fixed-wing aircraft was mentioned, Weeks paused for a moment, but he quickly realized that there was relevant information in Emperor Roselle's manuscripts. He then agreed and said that he would have to go back and check the information before finalizing the model.

Roger agreed, and after confirming that the process would only take two or three days, he inquired about the current progress of oil technology.

When Weeks heard this question, he excitedly said that the testing of the internal combustion engine vehicle has entered the third phase, and most of the defects have been dealt with. It is expected that it will be put into industrial mass production within the first quarter of next year.

Roger was very pleased to hear this. After giving Weeks another pep talk, he went to Stohn and placed an order for a batch of industrial products.

After all the goods arrived the next morning, they were given to Augur Gur to distribute to the "Blue-skinned Ones" according to their needs. In addition, Roger also brought several sets of dictionaries that translated between Ancient Hermes and the modern languages ​​of the Northern Continent for the "Readers" and "Generalists" among the "Blue-skinned Ones" to study and research.

Considering that the language of the "Blue-skinned Ones" is a variant of Ancient Hermes, this is undoubtedly a shortcut. Once they establish a complete translation mechanism between their native language and the languages ​​of the Northern Continent, they will be able to read those technical and engineering reference books.

This time, Roger noticed something interesting: the "generalists" and "readers" he had previously trained had begun to work together to refine steel and other metals, and some had even started to consider the possibility of manufacturing cement.

These are all derived from the experience and technological accumulation of "blue-skinned people" over the past thousand years. However, in the past, due to the lack of "generalists" and "readers", the principles behind these technologies were rarely summarized and generalized, let alone formed into a systematic technology and knowledge.

Although their current attempts are still somewhat immature, this is undoubtedly a good sign.

In addition, Chief Augur Gul also gave Roger a list of three priests who could be promoted to "astrologers," and Roger agreed without hesitation.

Astrologers played a vital role in expanding knowledge of astronomy and calendar systems, which can be seen as a way to enhance the cultural foundation of civilization.

Normally, even if a civilization is given a large number of industrial products, it cannot rapidly improve and iterate its civilization's foundation. However, when a large number of extraordinary individuals are born, this process becomes much simpler.

On the other hand, the "Blue-skinned" civilization was originally nurtured by the angels of Abraham's family, so they far surpassed ordinary indigenous civilizations in terms of etiquette and social culture, which also enabled some advanced systems to be promoted relatively quickly.

All of this gave Roger a sense of urgency. After returning to Earth, he immediately wrote to Morris of the Church of Knowledge again, asking him to help order a large number of tools and science and technology books.

In addition, he also requested books on culture, art, and poetry, in order to further develop the soft power of the "Blue-skinned" civilization. Mutual learning between the two civilizations in culture and art would be very beneficial.

While waiting for the books to be delivered, Weeks contacted Roger again, saying that the plastic model of the fixed-wing aircraft was ready and that Roger could pick it up when he had time.

This high efficiency made Roger wonder if the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery" had also come up with a new iteration in the manufacture of plastic products. At this rate, commercialized plastic products and toys would be on the market in less than two months.

It is evident that the Steam Church attached great importance to the development of the petroleum industry, with many archbishops at the demigod level participating in the research, which led to an explosive progress in the development of related technologies.

As this process unfolds, oil prices will rise further, which is both a boon and a risk for Roger, who monopolizes resource channels.

"It seems we need to set up an energy company as soon as possible and bring the church in to invest. This way, I will have more money to purchase equipment and supplies, which will further improve Donovan's production efficiency and also avoid some risks."

"By the way, speaking of which, should I also invite Luna?"
"She is a member of the royal family. If she can act as a front woman on behalf of the royal family, it would be equivalent to having official support, which would make it easier for the company to go public and promote the marketization of petroleum products in the future."

Roger felt it was necessary more and more. Energy iteration was a huge event that could shake the world. In this process, the interests of many vested interests would be harmed, especially those nobles and big capitalists who had gone all in on anthracite and related industries.

If the royal family could lend their support, Roger would definitely have far fewer troubles. After all, he wasn't all alone; he had family, subordinates, students, and so on. He didn't want his relatives and friends to be watched all the time. Even if he had his own armed forces, he couldn't guarantee that he could plug every possible loophole.

After figuring this out, Roger contacted Luna again. After confirming that she was at the military base in Bayam, he teleported her there with Bandit.

"Oh, Bandit."

When Luna saw Roger and Bendit appear, she only glanced at the former before smiling and starting to pet the cat.

"Hello, Miss Luna, meow."

Bandit had already become familiar with Luna. It rubbed against Luna's hand while purring, behaving very friendly.

What brings you here today?

Luna asked Bandit.

Roger immediately became tense and said:

"It's me, it's me! I've come to find you!"

"oh oh."

Luna looked up at Roger:
"I was so busy petting the cat that I accidentally talked to the wrong person. Sorry."

Roger rubbed his forehead; he always felt that Luna was deliberately making fun of him.
Are all you childless cat-loving women this obsessed?

"A childless woman who loves cats? What's that?"

Luna was stunned for a moment, then she realized that Roger was mocking her.

It has to be said that this statement dealt a heavy blow to Luna.

She is over a hundred years old this year and once had a boyfriend, but he died in a conflict with Intis. After that, she never married and continued to be in charge of intelligence work for Rune.

As a demigod, she has a long lifespan, outliving even three emperors of Rune. In addition, she is infamous as Rune's intelligence chief and can stop the crying of children in royal families of various countries. So, as a result, she has remained single until now.

"Roger, you bastard."

"I'm a childless woman who loves cats, so what are you, a childless man who loves cats?"

She gritted her teeth and said:

"Don't forget, I just helped you fight, and this is how you repay me?"

"I'll repay your kindness, and I'll still tease you."

Roger chuckled, scratched his head, and said:

"There's a chance to make a lot of money, do you want to join?"

"An opportunity to make big money?"

Luna narrowed her eyes upon hearing this, and quickly realized what he meant:
"You want to bring the royal family on board?"

"Yes."

Roger nodded in confirmation.

"Is it your oil business?"

Luna pressed for more information.

"As expected of the leader of MI9."

Roger gave a thumbs up.

“Sure, but I need to discuss this with my brother Winton.”

Luna nodded; she neither refused nor immediately agreed.

The "little Govington" she was referring to was Govington II. Compared to George III, Luna seemed less averse to the current Emperor of Loon, and her tone when mentioning him was much gentler.

It's impossible for royalty not to be interested in the oil business. The real questions are how to get involved, how to distribute the profits, and who should be in charge.

Let me make this clear to you.

Roger added:
"I need the support of the royal family, and I also need the support of the Church of the Righteous God. So I also want to bring in the organizations under the Church of the Righteous God, but your combined shares cannot exceed 50%, and I would even think 40% is too much."

"After all, I am the only importer of oil, and you are just downstream. If I can't even guarantee a majority stake, I'd rather not do this. Everyone can continue to crawl forward in the steam age. I don't care about myself. Anyway, I've already made enough money."

"Okay, I will pass it on."

Luna did not show any unusual reaction to Roger's request; in fact, she understood it perfectly.

Essentially, whether it's the support the royal family can provide or the assistance and technology transfer the Church of God can offer, they are all complementary to Roger's oil business. As long as the oil industry can operate smoothly, everyone's previously useless abilities can be utilized and ultimately benefit from it.

Therefore, this is not purely an energy business; upstream and downstream partners can also make money. To give a few simple examples, Roger sells oil, but who sells gasoline-powered cars? Who builds the infrastructure? Who is responsible for warehousing?

In essence, all of this amounts to money, people's livelihoods, and job opportunities. For Govington II, this represents tangible achievements, and for the Church of Orthodoxy, it is an excellent opportunity to establish a stable "anchor."

After finalizing the matter, Roger then said:

"You were a great help in this operation to annihilate Zaratu. I owe you a favor. If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know."

"That's pretty much it."

Luna's eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she smiled, and she patted Roger on the shoulder:

"Please treat me to dinner. I'd like to eat grilled sea bass."

"I want to eat, too."

Bandit also spoke up.

"Row."

Roger nodded:

"Get ready, I'll take you to the place of origin to eat it."

Because Bayam is located in the Central Sudan Sea, which is quite far from the production area of ​​the Misty Sea Bass, the Misty Sea Bass from here is not considered to have the best taste or flavor.

"Where?"

Luna asked curiously.

"Segal".

Roger laughed.

"it is good."

Luna realized what was happening, turned around and walked into the military building behind her. After a while, she changed out of her military uniform and put on a women's trench coat and a women's soft hat.

"Let's go."

Roger nodded, then took Bandit and Luna to Segal and led them to one of Nast's restaurants. It must be said, the restaurant's Misty Sea Bass was exceptional; Nast, who spent most of his time at sea, certainly had a discerning palate.

Since the waiter at the hotel already knew Roger, he took him directly to a private room on the second floor, where Roger ordered a lot of seafood and seasonal vegetables from Segal.

Just as the food was being served, a familiar figure suddenly pushed open the door and entered.

He was a tall man, comparable to an ancient giant, with a black beard that just reached past his neck.

At the same time, he wore a tall, pointed crown and a magnificent black robe with silver trim. His face had strong, deep features and was full of majesty, making people subconsciously want to lower their heads.

Beneath that broad, slightly wrinkled forehead, and atop that high, straight nose, two deep black eyes gleamed with a dark red light.

Roger.

Nast laughed:
"You came to eat here without telling me. If the waiter hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were here."

A moment later, he turned to Luna:
"Your Excellency Duke of Jianhai, I am truly surprised by your visit."

Duke of the Sea? Is that Luna's ducal title?

Roger immediately realized that Luna once held the title of duke, but that duke had disappeared from history.

Roger had previously visited her ducal mansion in Constance, where the underground had been converted into a secret intelligence base.

"Don't call him that name. In name only, the 'Duke of Jianhai' is long dead."

Luna was frantically peeling a mantis shrimp. After eating the shrimp meat inside, she said:

“Count Nast of White Maple, it has been eighty-three years since we last met.”

"Your memory is truly amazing."

Nast nodded.

"sit."

Luna nodded slightly to the seat next to her, gesturing for Nast to sit down.

Nast nodded and sat down beside him.

After catching up and exchanging pleasantries with Luna, Roger gave Nast a wink.

Nast winked at Roger, knowing why the latter had brought Luna over: partly to freeload a meal, and partly to give Nast a chance to learn about the "Balancer's" advancement experience.

As one of the oldest members of the Augustus family, Luna has witnessed the advancement process of at least two "Balancers," so asking her for advice on related issues is undoubtedly a good choice.

If the two sides can reach a deal, Nast will be able to advance to Sequence 2 as soon as possible, and Roger will have another angel friend.

Of course, this is all predicated on Luna being willing to speak up, and possibly even make her own trade requests, which depends on Nast's own abilities.

Nast thought for a moment, then said:

“Your Grace, I recently obtained the ‘Balancer’ extraordinary trait from the legacy of the Tronsust Empire, but I am currently missing two auxiliary materials in the potion recipe. I have been asking around for a long time but have not been able to find them. They seem to be products of some creatures from the Fourth Epoch. I would be extremely grateful if you could give me some pointers.”

"Row."

Luna nodded readily:
"Get me some local specialty foods from Segal later, I'll take them back and eat them."

"It would be best if it were something refreshing and cool, because the weather in Bayam is too hot and makes people very irritable."

Her straightforwardness surprised Roger, who was momentarily confused about Luna's true intentions.

"no problem."

Nast was overjoyed and nodded in reply.

Which two auxiliary materials are you missing?

Luna asked.

"Two drops of blood from an angel who died after a full trial and execution, and the remains of a parasite of the law."

Nast answered.

"Oh."

Luna nodded, then frowned as she peeled the bones off a piece of mist sea bass:

"I can find these two documents for you. They're free, but you'll need to exchange them for information."

"intelligence?"

Nast was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

No wonder Luna agreed so readily before; she wanted to use my intelligence network at sea!

To be honest, this put Nast in a difficult position. As the "King of the Five Seas," he needed to maintain his authority in many matters, and betraying intelligence was a very sensitive issue for him.

"Is it difficult?"

Luna turned her head and smiled at him:
"It's okay, I have a list with more than 30 pieces of information that I need, and each piece of information corresponds to a certain number of points."

"As long as you can gather enough... um, 30 points of information for me, I'll give you what you need."

“Some of this intelligence won’t put any pressure on you or damage your reputation. These are people with whom you have no interests or alliances, and some of them may even be your enemies. But this information is very important to me.”

"Please give me the list in a moment, and I'll assess it."

Nast did not rush to agree; he first gave a tentative answer.

If, as Luna said, it's possible to exchange some harmless information for two sets of Sequence 2 potion supplementary materials, then that wouldn't be impossible.

"Row."

Luna nodded:

"Do you have any more mantis shrimp? If so, I'll have another serving."

"some."

Nast nodded and immediately summoned a waiter to bring over another serving of mantis shrimp.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Luna took a small document bag from her bag and handed it to Nast:

"Everything I need is in there, as is my method for summoning messengers. Once you find the relevant information, just contact me anytime."

"Ok."

Nast nodded slightly.

The three chatted about other things for a while, then Luna said she had some work to do and needed to leave first.

Nast saw them to the door, and then Roger nodded slightly to Nast to indicate that he didn't need to see them off any further. After that, he took Luna and Bandit back to Bayam.

Another day passed, and around noon, York Weeks wrote to Roger, saying that he had prepared the plastic fixed-wing airplane toy Roger wanted and that Roger could come and pick it up at any time.

Roger immediately went there and saw the plane Weeks had mentioned at the "Gear Church".

The aircraft was quite large, with a wingspan of over one meter. It was an old-fashioned fixed-wing aircraft, and its propeller could even be turned by hand. It was entirely military green and looked quite impressive.

Roger was very pleased with the result. After thanking York Weeks, he took the plastic airplane model to the "Everything You Need" bookstore in Port Rolls.

There were quite a few customers in the bookstore today. Roger helped Amon sell a few books, and they finally made it to sunset.

Only then did the guests gradually disperse, and Roger finally had a chance to speak with Amon.

He took out the fixed-wing aircraft and handed it to Amon, whose eyes lit up and immediately took it and started playing with it.

After a long while, Amon finally looked up, still seemingly unsatisfied.
"Tell me something."

Roger nodded, took a black, pointed soft cap from the "Original Motion Core," and handed it to Amon:
"This is Zarathustra's 'Miracleist' attribute. I need you to help me remove its mystical influence from Zarathustra and then establish a connection between it and me so that it can support my resurrection."

"Oh, okay."

Amon was quite agreeable this time:
"I'll get it for you right now. You just need to give me one of your personal items, the kind you carry around all the time, and some of your flesh and blood."

"it is good."

Roger touched it up and down, and finally handed his bow tie to Amon, then pulled out one of his index fingers and gave it to Amon.

Amon nodded:

“I have to go in and help you. If you’re worried, you can use your brass scepter to cast a ban on Zarathustra’s resurrection.”

"it is good."

After saying that, Roger took out his brass scepter.

"You don't believe me that much?"

Amon raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say that?"

Roger felt somewhat aggrieved:

"Besides, Zarathustra is too difficult to kill, and I'm a little worried about him myself."

"With me here, He can't cause any trouble."

Amon glanced at Roger:
"I also have my own principles for doing things."

"OK then."

Roger nodded, putting away the brass scepter. He trusted that Amon wouldn't make a mistake on such a sensitive issue.

Amon took Zarathustra's soft hat and Roger's bow tie and went into a room deep inside the bookstore. After a while, he came out with the bow tie:
"Okay, try it."

Roger briefly sensed the connection between himself and the bow tie, which seemed to contain layers of historical silhouettes, allowing him to choose one of them as the basis for his resurrection.

This appears to be the result of Amon "deceiving" the projections of the "spirit worms," ​​causing them to form a mystical connection with Roger.

"I have to tell you in advance that although this item can help you revive, it also has limitations."

Amon adjusted his monocle:

"There are two more resurrection opportunities stored here. If you want to resurrect your body, you can only do so in the real world, and it must be within a certain range of the remains."

"This limits your ability to return directly to the barrier through resurrection unless you can prepare another body and instantly destroy the body you have in the stars."

"If you choose to be resurrected as a spirit, you can be reborn directly above the mists of history, but considering that you do not have the power of an 'Ancient Scholar,' you cannot invoke the corresponding mists of history."

Roger thought for a moment, then asked:
"If I contaminate it with my source matter, can I use my source matter to replace the role of the historical fog?"

"Theoretically yes."

Amon nodded slightly:

“Your source material is ‘Mysterious Tripath,’ which is the source material of adjacent pathways, so it should be possible. You can give it a try.”

"Okay, thank you, boss."

Roger nodded:

"Then I'll go first."

His figure was swallowed up by the blue light, but Roger did not rush back to the captain's cabin of the "Star Lord". Instead, he went to the Sandsbury Ice Cream Shop to buy some ice cream and then went to find Will Unsettin.

"What are you doing again?"

The little guy was playing ball in front of the house again. Roger thought, maybe it was just his imagination, but he seemed to have grown a little taller than last time.

"Ice cream, want some?"

"eat!"

Will Onsett dropped the ball, then ran to Roger's side on his little feet and took the ice cream.

"Do you need my help?"

He took a bite of the vanilla ice cream cone, closed his eyes to savor the moment, and then asked the question again.

"I would like to ask you to grant me a period of good luck that will last for at least a week."

"Where are you going?"

Will Onsetin asked.

"I'm going to capture an angel from the stars. I need His blood as an ingredient in my potion."

Roger told the truth.

"Oh, okay."

Will Uncrestin stood up and patted Roger's head with his chubby little hand:
"You will have a smooth and safe journey."

"Is this a blessing?"

Roger laughed.

"Yes."

Will nodded, then sat down again.

It must be said that Roger did indeed sense that his fate had undergone some subtle change.

Normally, as long as Roger doesn't actively distort or interfere with his own destiny, his luck will fluctuate to some extent. At this time, the fluctuations still exist, but the frequency is much less, and his luck has also begun to show an upward trend.

All of this suggests that the blessing Will bestowed upon himself must indeed exist.

"Thanks."

He spoke.

"If you die in outer space, there will be one less person bringing me ice cream."

Will glanced back at the swaying female figure in his house:
"You know, ice cream is definitely a forbidden food for a child as young as me."

"of course."

Roger laughed, and he opened a box of chocolate ice cream and started eating.

After Will finished his ice cream, he very obediently put all the trash into a bag and handed it to Roger.

"Remember to take your trash with you this time."

"it is good."

Roger nodded slightly, and then he stood up as well:
"Did your mother catch you eating ice cream last time?"

"No, I'll go across the street to throw away the trash."

Will pointed to the black trash can across the street.

"What a good boy."

Roger smiled, which made Will give him an annoyed look.

"Thank you anyway."

Roger, carrying a garbage bag in one hand and removing his top hat with the other, bowed to Will.
"Then, I'll see you again when I return, Your Excellency Speaker."

After saying this, his figure disappeared into a patch of dark blue light and vanished into the spirit world.

Over the next two days, Roger first used the "Primal Core" to successfully corrupt the bow tie that contained the characteristics of the "Miracle Master," and then used the "Mars Vision" to carefully observe and confirm the activity patterns of the Great Old Ones and the angels.

When Saturday came, he began to pray to Adam the "Dreamer".

The prayer was that he hoped Adam could descend into his dream through a mystical connection with him via the same means, and that he had something to discuss with this deity.

Of course, to ensure safety, Roger also prepared a room in his consciousness that was isolated from his surface mental activities. This design could prevent some of the ancients or gods from tracing Roger and Adam's meeting through various occult clues.

Once everything was ready, Roger took advantage of the slightly overcast afternoon and collapsed into his own cabin on the "Star Lord," where he fell asleep.

Soon, when Roger opened his eyes again, he was sitting in a pure white space, with Adam standing opposite him.

This "dreamer" still possessed that indifferent and gentle temperament, as if he had never changed in the past thousand years.

Are you ready to journey to the stars?

As soon as Adam opened his mouth, he said exactly what Roger was thinking.

"Correct."

Roger wasn't surprised that Adam knew these things, even if the two hadn't communicated about it beforehand; Adam must have been keeping an eye on his movements from the beginning.

"So, tell me your plan."

Adam nodded slightly, then looked at Roger.

(End of this chapter)