Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 419 The Scroll of Gods

As dusk fell, Klein, who was staying on Olavi Island, arrived at Mount San Draco, located outside the port.

He came here to watch the sunset, an idea that originated from a bestselling novel he read in Backlund, which he brought up again after seeing the Emperor's diary at today's tarot meeting.

...The Emperor mentioned in his diary the change in his mindset after Bernadette's birth, a point I also need to pay attention to.

For extraordinary individuals, a stable, peaceful, and healthy mindset is of utmost importance. Only with a strong enough inner self can one withstand the madness along the way.

Since leaving Tingen, I've been busy acting and doing all sorts of things, and I haven't had a chance to truly enjoy life or the world.

Perhaps I should travel around like Sir Ryan; I see he maintains a very good mindset.

Lost in thought, he quickly climbed to the top of the mountain.

The orange-red sunset sank into the sea at this moment, dyeing the azure ocean as if it were on fire, and covering the green forests and vast fields below the mountain with a layer of gold.

All the colors burst forth with their final brilliance at this moment, before gradually fading away.

As darkness began to envelop the land, warm lights began to appear one after another inside and outside the city, like sparkling jewels on black velvet.

It's really beautiful... Klein lowered his gaze, and the warm lights embedded in the dark earth reflected into his eyes.

Clang!

A gold coin flew from his hand, spun a few times in the air, and then fell back into his hand.

After performing a simple divination, he immediately took four steps backward, entered the gray fog, materialized the sunset he had just seen, captured a fragment, and threw it at the illusory "star" representing Cyril.

On Lasha Island, Cyrien, who was preparing to return to Backlund after a short trip, was suddenly enveloped by a thick gray fog.

Through the swirling, billowing fog, he saw a scene that resembled a documentary:

An orange sun slowly sank into the sea, painting the ocean as if it were ablaze, and bathing the vast forests and fields in a golden hue...

At the end of the video, he heard Klein's slightly amused voice: "Normally, I would post something on WeChat Moments at times like this, but now there's no such thing as WeChat Moments, and I don't have many friends, so I'll just post the picture right in front of you."

Cyril paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and chuckled, "Is this considered showing off a travel logbook to a 'traveler'?"

"Calculate."

A brief reply reached his ears, and then the gray fog and the gradually darkening scene before his eyes suddenly vanished.

"You're just going to show off and then run away?"

He sighed softly, looked up at the sky above where the sun was just beginning to slant, and shook his head slightly.

"This is the first time I've felt the time difference so clearly. It's still afternoon here, but it's already dark on Olavi Island."

"Klein's mindset seems to have changed somewhat. Could it be related to Russell's diary entry today?"

After a moment's thought, he reached out and pushed forward.

Sparkling starlight began to twinkle out of thin air, quickly outlining a phantom door decorated with numerous patterns and symbols.

As he stepped inside, the illusory gate silently crumbled into stardust, dissipating into the wind.

In Backlund, at the Sunia Sea Specialty Restaurant in the South District of the Bridge, Cyril emerges from a phantom door that appears out of nowhere.

At the dining table covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth, Tobias said leisurely, "You're a little later today than last time."

Cyril glanced at him speechlessly and said calmly, "I went to record some extraordinary abilities that I found useful."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Owen, Lawrence, and Verdu, finally settling on the ordinary oil painting in a brass frame on the dining table.

This oil painting gave him a very familiar feeling, with an attraction even stronger than the previous "Dice of Probability," and he felt an urge to tear it apart and eat it.

A painting by the gods?

As the name flashed through his mind, he reached out, and the scroll on the table flew directly into his hand.

The moment it fell into his hands, the painting changed. The paint mingled together, sometimes shrinking, sometimes stretching, outlining a distorted and abstract starry sky.

Upon noticing this, Irving immediately shouted, "It's the starry sky! Seal it away!"

Tobias was the fastest. He braced himself on the table with one hand, flipped over, and reached for the scroll in Cyril's hand.

"fine."

Cyril raised his hand to stop the other person's movement.

At this moment, the painting in his hand did not stop after it presented the starry sky, but continued to change. The starry sky in the painting was constantly shrinking, as if it was constantly raising the observer's field of vision.

Until all the colors on the screen blended together, turning into a dense, impenetrable shadow.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, he looked up at Tobias: "Give me a ball of fire."

Tobias didn't say anything, but instead pulled him into his team and shared his abilities.

Snapped!

Cyril snapped his fingers, and bursts of fire—some crimson, some orange, some blazing white—bloomed around him, then, under his control, were cast into a painting that was now nothing but shadow.

The moment the firelight touched the scroll, it collapsed into a flat image, then stretched into distorted lines, and finally shrank into a single point and disappeared into the shadows.

The next second, pure blue flames gathered and fell fiercely with a temperature that distorted the air.

It also crumbled and disappeared the moment it touched the painting.

Cyril frowned, then steeled his thumbnail, then pricked his index finger, using his own blood to draw a pattern on the scroll consisting of a layered, illusory gate and an eye surrounded by multiple lines.

Sparkling points of light emerged from the crimson, and the dense, impenetrable shadows on the scroll quietly dissipated, returning it to its original appearance as an ordinary oil painting.

Cyril raised an eyebrow; this was much simpler than he had thought.

...This painting contains the power of a "higher-dimensional observer," but not much, and it seems that the "higher-dimensional observer" himself doesn't even care about this little bit of power and doesn't exert any influence.

This is nothing like the old ways of racking one's brains to penetrate barriers with power...

I remember a deity once walked out of the "Scroll of God" and disappeared without a trace. Could it have taken away most of the power and attention left in the painting by the "higher-dimensional observer"?

While he was thinking, he put the oil painting, which had returned to normal, back on the table.

Lawrence and Verdu visibly breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Cyril with a hint of surprise and doubt.

As members of the Abraham family, they knew best the horror of this painting.

This is comparable to a level 0 sealed artifact, and it's even one of the more dangerous level 0 sealed artifacts!

Unexpectedly, such a dangerous Level 0 sealed artifact was so easily sealed by Cyrien when it presented the most dangerous starry sky scene.

The process was so simple it was unbelievable, even making them wonder if their Abraham family had been using the wrong method to seal the item all along.

Seeing the undisguised shock on Verdu and Lawrence's faces, Sirion calmly said, "You can memorize this symbol and use it later, but you'll need to use it in conjunction with some rituals to make it effective."

Upon hearing this, Verdu and Lawrence, who had just raised their eyes, turned them back to the scroll, asking as they looked at it, "Is this a symbol pointing to my lord?"

"Yes." Nodding slightly, after pulling up a chair and sitting down, Sirion asked, "Is this painting a sealed artifact of the Abraham family?"

Before Verdu and Lawrence could speak, Owen said, "That's right, it's called the Scroll of God, one of the most powerful magical artifacts possessed by the Abraham family."

He paused briefly, then pointed to the scroll that had transformed into a snowy landscape and said, "When it presents different locations as it does now, the holder can change the area around the target and bring down the corresponding scene."

"When it presents different characters, the holder can make those characters attack the target, one attack per person; when it presents abstract and incomprehensible images, different effects will appear in reality."

"When it presents a series of doors, opening different doors will lead to different places. The destination cannot be predicted in advance, and it can be used to exile targets."

"Furthermore, when it manifests as a dark underground world or a deep starry sky, it is extremely dangerous and must be sealed away!"

"Its sealing method requires someone to constantly watch over and appreciate the painting. If it is interrupted, the figures inside will come to life, reach out from the oil painting, and gradually enter the real world."

"The figures in this painting once came to life and stepped out of the painting, bringing a terrible disaster to the branch of the Abraham family that was in charge of it at the time."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said solemnly, "It is said that it was a deity!"

Seeing no obvious change in the expressions on Cyril and Tobias's faces, he pursed his lips in disappointment and said in a normal tone, "The Mystic Saint you're dealing with, Butis, also possesses a magical item comparable to a level 0 sealed artifact—the Ancient Box he stole from the Abraham family when he betrayed them."

"After deliberation, the family elders have decided to provide some assistance to your hunting expedition, temporarily lending you the 'Scroll of the Gods' to fight against the Ancient Box in Butis's possession."

"If your operation succeeds, the Abrahamic family is willing to pay any price to exchange for the Old Box," or you may keep it for your own use.

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After he finished speaking, Verdu, who had been studying the symbols on the Scroll of God, quickly looked up and added, "I have compiled a detailed account of the abilities and negative effects of the 'Box of the Ancients,' as well as the extraordinary abilities of the 'Mystic.'"

After exchanging information and finalizing the hunting plan, Tobias looked at Cyril and asked, "Do you have anything to add?"

Cyril shook his head: "You're the seasoned schemer."

After a brief pause, he changed the subject: "However, I have a suggestion, though it's not a formality: we could move the planned timeline forward a bit."

Tobias raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Why?"

Cyril leaned back and said, "I ran into Butis in the spirit world a couple of days ago and amplified his misfortune using the 'Dice of Probability.'"

"I don't know why, but he has never been able to get rid of the abnormal bad luck on him. But this is undoubtedly an opportunity. When people are unlucky, they are prone to failure in everything they do."

"Such misfortune is most deadly, especially when using magical items that are inherently dangerous."

Tobias's eyes flickered for a moment, then he nodded: "I think so."

East District, Workers' Mutual Aid Association.

Beyond the dim, quiet light, the shadows that were barely visible seemed to come alive, and rustling sounds, like wild beasts chewing and swallowing their food, filled the air.

Outside this street, Cyril appeared silently.

He gazed at the building where the workers' mutual aid association was located and squinted his eyes.

In his true vision, the entire building was shrouded in an invisible curtain of shadow, and deep within the curtain, a blood-red eye silently looked down upon the entire land.

Before he could be noticed, Cyril looked away and murmured, "It seems there's been some unexpected turn of events..."

Tobias, who had shared Cyril's vision through the "team," transmitted his voice via "telepathic communication": "It's not surprising. Even if the 'True Creator' is a madman, he will still pay the due attention to his saints. Our malice will inevitably give Him a premonition and cause him to react."

"However, when we were formulating our plan, we prayed to God for His secret protection. Even if the true Creator could sense the malice, He wouldn't be able to pinpoint its source, or even know who we were targeting."

After a brief pause, his voice continued to echo in Cyril's mind: "Why didn't you let me pray to the Lord beforehand and borrow that 'Conqueror' trait?"

"Angel-level Harvest" excels at striking clones, projections, and substitutes, extending its influence to their original forms.

Cyril replied in his mind, "If you want us to add the saints and angels of the Witch Cult to the enemies we're facing tonight, I have no objection."

Anyway, I can run away at any time. Even if the "Primordial Witch" takes action herself, she won't be able to affect me when I hide in other dimensions.

"Previously in Bansi..."

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Tobias's voice rang out, then quickly fell silent.

Bansi is influenced by the power emanating from the "City of Calamity," and even the "Primal Witch" cannot accurately sense the situation there without prior preparation.

Looking up at the crimson moon, which had risen to its highest point, Cyril said softly, "Let's begin."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared on the roof of the building opposite the Workers' Mutual Aid Association, the crystal ball in his hand radiating a clear light, reflecting a towering solitary peak with an ancient palace.

"The Vanished Kingdom of Night!"

The surrounding moonlight suddenly dimmed, as if an invisible, tranquil night curtain had fallen.