Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 125 The Principle of Regression: My Advantage!

Monday, October 29th.

After a nearly five-day voyage, the steamship carrying Ember and his companions finally arrived in Connaught City at 10:00 AM.

This is a seaside town located in Dixie Bay, bordering South Wales, and is also the capital and largest port of Dixie County.

Upon arriving at the port, Dorian hardly hesitated, taking Ember and the other person directly to a villa on the outskirts of Connaught City. The villa's housekeeper and maids seemed to have received prior notice and were already lined up at the door to greet them.

"This is worth at least ten thousand gold pounds!"

As Fors examined the villa's decor and estimated its value, he asked curiously:

"Mr. Dorian, is this also your villa?"

No, that's not it.

Dorian looked at Fors, who seemed a little puzzled, and explained with a smile, "This doesn't belong to me personally, but to the family. It's managed by the family members who have settled here."

After a pause, Dorian continued, "Some of them are still on their way and may not arrive until evening. So you can get some rest until then. As for me, I'll be visiting an old friend who has settled here."

"Evening? No problem."

Yu Jin nodded slightly. The tarot session was at 3 p.m., so the time didn't conflict with the schedule.

Dorian breathed a sigh of relief, and after instructing the maids to serve Ember as they would their master, he boarded the carriage and headed towards the city.

Throughout the journey, he never gave up contacting family members scattered across various locations via messengers. He wrote to them almost non-stop, using a near-harassing method. While this annoyed many family members, quite a few eventually agreed to come to Connaught City after his persistent entreaties.

Dorian wasn't lying; some people were indeed still on their way and wouldn't arrive until evening. But many more had already arrived in Connaught City, but they remained wary and suspicious, and didn't rush to join them immediately.

Dorian was going there in person to dispel their doubts.

"Ms. Wall, Mr. Black."

After Dorian left, Emma, ​​a blonde housekeeper who looked to be around thirty years old, respectfully asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

Fors glanced at Ember, who seemed reluctant to speak, and asked politely:

"Hmm~, could you please arrange a room for us? We'd like to rest for a bit."

"sure."

Emma nodded respectfully and personally led the two up the stairs to a living room on the second floor of the villa.

"Snapped!"

Foll politely declined Emma's offer to let him know if she needed anything and closed the door to the room.

"ember."

Fors lowered her voice and asked, "Do you believe Mr. Dorian?"

Ember answered very calmly:

"Fifty and fifty-fifty. I'm skeptical of everything. However, the curse on the Abrahamic family is real, and their determination to break it is also real. In any case, they shouldn't have any ill intentions."

"What if there is?"

Fors asked in a low voice.

Faced with Fors's naiveté, Ember asked in return:

"Isn't that better?"

"..."

Fors opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless, not knowing what to say.

Ember shook his head and changed the subject:

Do you remember what I told you?

"Um."

Fors nodded solemnly, clutching the notebook tightly to his chest. This was Lymanor's travel notebook, the "gift" Dorian had given them, but unlike its initial state where it was almost entirely blank, the magic book was now filled with pages.

"That's good."

Yu Jin nodded slightly, said nothing more, and simply sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, Emma, ​​the housekeeper, knocked on the door again and politely asked if they would like to have a meal.

Fors didn't refuse; that would seem too cold-hearted. Besides, she genuinely wanted to try the local delicacies. After a delicious and satisfying meal, Fors declined Emma's offer of afternoon tea and instructed her not to come upstairs to disturb her no matter what happened.

In the end, Fors returned to her room under the housekeeper's slightly ambiguous gaze and never came out again.

At exactly three o'clock, the chimes of the wall clock still echoed, and in that deep red, illusory light, figures appeared one after another in the majestic palace, appearing beside the ancient long table.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

Miss Justice smiled and rose to bow to the head of the table. After receiving a slight nod in response, she greeted the other members of the Tarot Club and keenly noticed that "The Sun" seemed a little uneasy.

"Mr. 'Sun,' what are you worried about?"

Audrey asked aloud.

Derrick didn't hide anything and immediately recounted in detail how he had successfully feigned illness and been sent to the bottom of the tower for isolation and treatment. He also expressed his concern about whether the Tarot Club would be discovered by magical objects, and only felt relieved after receiving an affirmative answer from Mr. Fool.

But then, he suddenly remembered what the former exploration team leader had told him, and blurted out:

Have any of you heard of someone named Amon?

As the Tarot Club's representative of "extensive knowledge," Alger, the "Hanged Man," naturally took on the responsibility of explaining history. After a lengthy introduction to the "Family of Amon," the Tarot Club officially got down to business.

Subsequently, Miss Justice, Miss Judgment, and Mr. Hanged Man submitted their diaries one after another, totaling twelve pages. This was the longest diary entry in any Tarot reading.

This pleased Mr. Fool, who, amidst the tacit silence of the crowd, began to read the diaries.

After eliminating duplicate diaries with familiar beginnings and references to the Kusabi storyline, Mr. Fool finally found four valuable pages. One part of these was the Emperor's early diary, recording his past as a chuunibyou (delusional) individual who believed himself to be the chosen one before he became an extraordinary being.

At the same time, Mr. Fool also learned his real name—

"Huang Tao".

Klein murmured the name to himself, his brow furrowing slightly.

He realized from Roselle's diary that less than a year had passed between his "time travel" and Roselle's. However, the time dimension in which he appeared in this world spanned nearly two hundred years, which made him vaguely uneasy.

But he quickly put these emotions aside, because there were still more diary entries waiting for him to read:

"On September 5th, I ultimately failed to enter the world of painting within the Church of Knowledge, even though my invention of the steam engine had led a new era and brought about revolutionary changes to the world. Those old, conservative men still refused to let me in. Am I not wise enough?"

"No matter what, I'll remember this grudge! One day I'll snatch this painting back and hang it above my bed!"

"..."

Klein's eye twitched slightly. So that's why you've been targeting the Storm Church and the Sun Cult?

Suppressing his urge to complain, Klein continued reading.

"Fortunately, as Lu Xun once said, when fate closes a window for you, you can simply walk through the door!"

"The Knowledge Church in Remburg is extremely xenophobic, so I made the Steel Sun Church in the Intis Empire... I mean, the Sun Church, my second choice. Although I am a follower of the Steam Church, we are both missionaries in the Republic of Intis, and our relationship is still very good."

"With almost no effort, I successfully persuaded the Church of the Blazing Sun to let me into their world of painting."

"I received approval on June 25th, and I can officially enter the world of paintings of the Church of the Blazing Sun tomorrow. I'm so excited! What will be inside?"

Klein's expression shifted slightly, his curiosity about what was to come growing. His gaze shifted downwards, and a phrase referring to a national treasure came into view.

"Grass!"

The large cursive characters occupied two full lines, which was enough to show how the emperor felt... well, grief and indignation?

"They really just let me in! I was only allowed to go in with a guide from the Church of the Blazing Sun; I wasn't even allowed to move around freely. If the leader hadn't been a demigod, I really would have sneaked away!"

"Even so, I've confirmed two things. One is that within the Church of the Blazing Sun, some clergy refer to the Painted World as the 'Ark.' This isn't necessarily a bad thing, since the Painted World is designed for this purpose."

"The second thing is that the painted world is not quite what I imagined. After all, the two painted worlds in the game are both depicted as a snowy and icy landscape, but the one from the Church of the Blazing Sun is more like a paradise. Even though I have left the painted world, the vibrant and thriving atmosphere is still vivid in my mind."

"If I didn't know that the divine kingdom of the Eternal Sun was elsewhere, I would probably have doubted that this was the divine kingdom of the Eternal Sun."

"Unfortunately, since I can't move around freely, I didn't see either the half-dragon girl or the young lady. It seems that apart from 'Sun Knight', 'Patch', and the painting world, there's nothing else in this world related to Dark Souls."

"Of course, even with just this, it proves that this world and Dark Souls are connected in some way. However, based on the information I have now, I strongly suspect that this is the Deep Sea Era! Even if it isn't, it's definitely inextricably linked to the Deep Sea Era!"

"The Deep Sea Era?"

Klein's eyes flickered slightly. Ever since reading Emperor Rosell's diary, he had had this suspicion as well. However, neither he nor Rosell had found enough evidence yet.

With a soft rustling sound, Klein placed the last page on top:

"On July 2nd, I attended another gathering of that ancient organization."

"Here, I finally got the answer to a question that had been puzzling me for so long—"

Klein's heart was instantly captivated by the contents of the diary, and he continued reading:

"Don't turn back! This isn't home!"

"???"

Klein was immediately filled with questions. What the heck?

"Yeah, just kidding. You're a transmigrator junior, weren't you scared reading this?"

Klein was both amused and exasperated. "Your Majesty, if you're going to write a diary, just write a diary! Why do you have to include these inappropriate things in it?" But thinking back on the contents of the Emperor's previous diaries, he did indeed seem to be a bit of a frivolous person. After all, who writes a diary?

Klein composed himself and continued reading:

"In short, I got my answer from that organization."

"Everyone I've met—whether it's Patch, the Sun Knight of the Church of Knowledge, or those from the world of paintings—everyone is an outsider!"

"Or to be more precise, the world of painting is local, but the people who create that world are 'outsiders'."

"They came from the stars, aboard the last refuge, drawn to this world by some force in ancient times. And that ancient times was the Chaos Era! But strangely, according to that organization, the 'refuge,' or the 'primordial world,' was drawn in during the first era and arrived at the end of the second era."

"The First Period?!"

Klein's expression changed slightly; he was not unaware of the First Era.

According to an epochal system of unknown origin, they are now in the 1349th year of the Fifth Era.

The first era, which people can access in history books, can be summarized in one sentence: creation myths.

The Creator awoke from chaos, shattering the darkness and creating the first ray of light. He then completely merged into the universe, becoming all things; His body became the earth, the stars. One of His eyes became the sun, the other the crimson moon. A portion of His blood flowed into the seas and rivers, nourishing and nurturing life!

His lungs became elves; His heart became giants; His liver became treants; His head became dragons; His kidneys became feathered serpents; His hair became phoenixes; His ears became wolves; His mouth and teeth became aliens; His remaining bodily fluids became sea monsters, the essence of which became Nagas.

His stomach, His small and large intestines, and the evil parts of His body evolved into demons, evil spirits, and all sorts of unknown evil beings. His spirit became the eternal sun, the lord of storms, and the god of knowledge and wisdom. Humanity was born from His wisdom.

This is the first era, the Chaos Era.

Based on the information Klein had access to, the following eras can be summarized as follows:

In the Second Age, the Dark Age, the first blasphemous tablet appeared.

In the Third Age, the Cataclysmic Age, the Goddess of Night awakened at the end of the Second Age and, together with the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun, and other deities, protected and helped humanity through the Great Cataclysm.

The Fourth Age, the Age of the Gods, is said to be the age when the gods still roamed the earth. The god of steam and machinery, originally named the god of craftsmen, was born in this age.

Now we are in the fifth era, the Iron Age.

These eras combined span at least several thousand, even tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years. And the so-called "creation myth" of the first era is actually something that happened countless years ago.

According to Emperor Roselle, Patch and his allies originated from the stars. Their aboard the Last Refuge likely refers to the immortal painting at the end of Dark Souls 3, created with the blood of Dark Souls.

Let's just call it the "Primordial World" for now, following the example of Emperor Roselle.

According to the diary, the 'Primordial World' was originally drifting aimlessly in the universe, but eventually, under the pull of some force, it descended, or rather, fell into this world.

Then who brought the 'Painting World' into this world? Could it be the legendary creator? If it was the creator, what was his purpose?

Furthermore, if the 'Primordial World' was drawn in during the First Era but didn't arrive until the end of the Second Era, isn't that a rather long time span? Perhaps something went wrong in between; after all, it couldn't be due to network latency, could it?

"Mr. Fool is reading for longer than ever before."

"Justice," Audrey thought to herself as she looked at Mr. Fool on the throne.

She didn't have any doubts, after all, there were twelve pages of diary entries this time, so it was normal for it to take a while to read them.

After a long while, Klein finally came to his senses, leaned back in his chair to appear as relaxed as possible, and smiled as he said:

"You can trade among yourselves."

"Mr. Lover."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," spoke first. "I've recently managed to sell some of the corpses of those extraordinary creatures we collected on the primitive island. The total proceeds amounted to 15,000 gold pounds."

After a pause, the Hanged Man continued, "The most popular item sold was the Mirror Dragon's corpse. One person bought the entire body and even asked me about the whereabouts of the Mirror Dragon's eyes, saying he could pay more."

"I suspect he belongs to an organization, and this organization may very well possess potion recipes that allow access to the audience. And I think you're familiar with the name of this organization, Miss 'Justice'."

"Psychological Alchemy?"

Audrey asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," nodded slightly. "The feeling he gives me is very similar to that of the Psycho-Alchemist I once met. I'm sure I'm right."

"Are you referring to the one you personally sank into the Sea of ​​Sonia?"

Audrey silently complained to herself.

Alger, of course, had no idea what she was thinking. He turned to look at Ember and said, "As agreed, I will take 10% as 'commission' and 'brokerage fee,' and the remaining 13,500 gold pounds will be transferred to you through Mr. Fool."

"Can."

Yu Jin nodded slightly.

"My demands remain the same."

"The World" followed closely behind, speaking in a somber, hoarse voice, "The mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter, the characteristics of the Human Skin Shadow, and the hair of the Deep Sea Naga."

As he spoke, "The World" turned his gaze to "The Hanged Man." Other materials were uncertain, but the Deep Sea Naga was definitely the most likely candidate for obtaining them, given that Mr. Hanged Man was currently at sea.

As expected, Alger the Hanged Man spoke up: "I don't have any of these three extraordinary materials, but I have a clue about deep-sea Naga hair, 100 pounds each."

"Can!"

"World" nodded. "But I need at least five."

"No problem, I'll collect them as soon as possible."

After the tarot gathering ended, "The Sun" Derrick returned to the real world, finding himself once again in that dark, cramped room.

He sat cautiously for several seconds, and when he found nothing unusual, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Remembering that Mr. Hanged Man had told him to try and get more information from the former exploration team leader, Derrick went to the corresponding metal wall, bent his finger, and tapped it once.

Tap, tap!

He gave the coded message, but there was no response from the other side for a long time.

Just as he was beginning to have doubts, a frail and ethereal voice suddenly came from the bed behind him:

Are you looking for me?

The moment the voice reached his ears, Derrick froze, his skin tightened, and every hair on his body stood on end.

……

As dusk fell, a villa in the suburbs of Connaught, Dussey County, welcomed a group of special guests. Most of them were elderly, the youngest being in his forties and the oldest in his seventies, looking like a senior citizen tour group.

They met in a small conference room in the basement of the villa and instructed the housekeeper, Emma, ​​to invite Yu Jin and the other man over.

"Dorian."

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like a university professor, adjusted his glasses and asked in a deep voice, "Are you really that sure he can break our curse?"

Dorian did not answer the question, but instead asked in return:

"Verdu, even if you don't believe my judgment, do you have any other choice?"

The man named Verdu fell silent. Clearly, he was there because he had no other choice. Like Dorian, he was unwilling to give up any possibility of lifting the curse.

Therefore, in the letter Dorian wrote to him, there was only one simple sentence:

Make the family great again!

And it was this statement that successfully persuaded Verdu. Whether it was true or not, they were willing to give it a try.

Seeing that Verdu had fallen silent, Dorian slowly spoke again:

"Don't worry, even if it can't cure the root cause, it can at least treat the symptoms, I've confirmed that. And for us, even treating the symptoms is quite important, isn't it?"

"I hope so."

Verdu said something in a low voice, but didn't ask any further questions.

Just as Dorian said, even if it's only a temporary solution, it's still something they can only hope for.

However, some doubts still lingered in his mind.

According to Dorian's description, although he had not witnessed it himself, but only guessed from Ms. Wall that Mr. Black possessed a way to lift the curse, his tone was extremely certain.

While it could be explained as his obsession with the family prophecy, Verdu felt there was something illogical about it.

"Knock! Knock!"

Emma, ​​the housekeeper, went upstairs to a room on the second floor and knocked on the door.

Fors opened the door and looked at the housekeeper outside with some confusion:

"Ms. Emma, ​​is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ms. Wall, Mr. Dorian is back. They are waiting for you in the conference room."

The housekeeper responded respectfully.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Fors nodded politely and then closed the door.

After thinking for a moment, she handed the notebook to Yu Jin and whispered, "Please, please, don't let anything else go wrong!"

Ember took the magical item, but the notebook suddenly disappeared the moment he took it.

But Ember only sighed and said:

"I didn't expect things to go like this last time, but it definitely won't be like this time."

Led by the housekeeper, Ember and Fors, who had left the room, were taken underground to the conference room.

"Click!"

Finally, after a long wait, the meeting room door was pushed open.

The Abrahams collectively turned their gaze to the doorway, selectively ignoring the beautiful woman, and finally fixed their eyes on the rather young-looking man.

"Mr. Blake."

Dorian immediately stepped forward, smiling, and said, "This is Verdu Garcia Abraham."

He first pointed to the man with gold-rimmed glasses, then introduced the others one by one. Without exception, everyone in the room was a representative from Abraham's various branches of the family! In this small meeting room, they could even decide most matters concerning the entire family.

And if they unfortunately meet with misfortune, they are fully prepared to ensure that they will not endanger their family.

"Mr. Blake."

Verdu waited silently for Dorian to finish his introduction, then asked without hesitation, "I only want to know one thing: do you really have the ability to break the curse on us?"

Dorian's expression changed slightly. He had intended to proceed gradually, but he hadn't expected Verdu to be so direct, and his heart tightened instantly.

Upon hearing Verdu's question, Ember did not become angry. Instead, to everyone's surprise, he countered with:

"That depends on what kind of solution you want, a temporary fix or a permanent solution?"

"My requirements aren't high; a temporary fix will suffice!"

Verdu took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Dorian should have already told you that as long as you can help Abraham, even if it's just a temporary fix, we can agree to any of your conditions! The only problem is, how can I verify what you said?"

Fors muttered to himself:

"Perhaps we can only verify that when the moon is full."

"unnecessary."

Verdu seemed to have anticipated this question and answered without hesitation, "I have a magical item that can create the effect of a 'full moon' at any time, causing everyone around to be 'cursed' and hear the babbling that can only be heard during a full moon."

The other Abrahams' expressions changed slightly; they hadn't expected Verdu to be so radical.

"So."

Ember glanced at the others, then asked thoughtfully, "Should you all leave?"

"I don't need it."

One of the elderly men, who was over seventy years old, said with a smile, "I'm already this old, and I might not even make it past the next full moon. It's just a matter of living a few more days, so I'll stay and be a witness."

Dorian's eyes were incredibly resolute as he said in a deep voice:

"I believe in Mr. Blake, and I will stay as well."

The others seemed hesitant to speak, but ultimately fell silent and chose to stay.

Seeing this, Ember stopped asking questions and turned his gaze to Verdu:

"Let's begin."

Even Verdu was taken aback. Was he really that confident?

After hesitating for a moment, Verdu pulled a black iron box from under the table. The box was covered in inscriptions, which seemed to subtly form the shape of a door. And it was precisely these inscriptions that gave the box an invisible, airtight seal, preventing the power within from leaking out.

"Ms. Wall."

Verdu hesitated, glancing at Fors beside Ember, and kindly suggested, "Shouldn't you be minding your surroundings?"

The Abrahams had long since accepted death; even at the risk of losing control under the curse, they hoped to witness its lifting. But this Lady Wall had no reason to get involved; she was innocent.

"Need not."

With a faint smile, Fors politely declined, saying, "I believe him."

Verdu paused for two seconds, then finally placed the box on the table. He turned the mechanical switch, unlocking the spiritual shackles. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he slowly opened the top of the box, emitting a creaking sound that tugged at the heartstrings.

Verdu reached inside, and when he pulled his hand out of the box, he found a puppet the size of a figurine in his palm. It was slender and resembled a small wooden stake, carved with crescent-shaped eyes and a mouth, and inlaid with dried grass and flowers.

The Abrahams waited a long time, but the expected "curse" did not come, which made them somewhat puzzled:

"No effect?"

Just as a similar thought crossed my mind, the next second the puppet was suddenly enveloped in a rich but illusory crimson moonlight, which rippled gently like the tide, as if it were connected to something in the sky.

At this moment, the crimson moonlight was spreading silently and rapidly, enveloping everyone around it!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the curse descended!

"Bang!"

Several members of the Abrahamic clan collapsed onto the table in agony, making dull thuds. But the pain from the impact did nothing to alleviate the feeling that their heads were about to explode, nor did it calm their restlessness and desire to end their lives with a single blow.

Compared to the agony caused by the curses and delirium, these physical pains are nothing!

"They're here!"

Verdu, too, was writhing in pain, his face contorted in agony as he screamed through gritted teeth.

As they spoke, everyone in the conference room experienced a frenzied increase in the size of their hair at an incredibly strange rate. This was especially noticeable in the seventy-year-old man; his body was undergoing a transformation. Beneath his dry skin, it seemed as if tiny insects were surging, and small bulges resembling insect eggs were forming on his skin, as if he were about to "emerge from his cocoon" at any moment!

In the instant the crimson moonlight spread, Ember was already prepared.

His right hand, holding a mark resembling a burning flame, was raised above his head, while his other hand pointed parallel to it towards the ground. His right hand slowly lowered to the ground, while his left hand rose towards his head. Throughout the entire movement, both arms remained in a straight line.

After he completed this set of movements, a golden magic circle emerged from beneath his feet, consisting of an equilateral triangle with perpendicular bisectors, three intersecting circles, and countless inscriptions that were indistinguishable to ordinary people!

"Ding!"

Under the golden light, accompanied by a clear, bell-like sound, everything returned to its original state.

The 'insect eggs' surging beneath the old man's skin disappeared; though still dry, they no longer appeared eerie. The agonizing babbling in the minds of the Abrahams vanished, and their minds returned to clarity.

The puppet on the table, which had been radiating a crimson moonlight, seemed to have suffered a great blow, instantly losing all its brilliance. It lay there quietly, devoid of any mystique, as if it were truly just an ordinary puppet that looked somewhat eerie.

[Regression Principle]

A prayer for the fundamentalism of the Golden Law.

One of the foundational prayers.

It can cure all abnormal conditions and eliminate special effects.

Remove all mimicry and reveal the true nature.

Basicism uses two forces

Explaining the Golden Law—Regression and Causality.

The so-called "return" refers to the convergence of all things towards the unchanging.

This refers to attraction in a conceptual sense.

"This, this..."

The pain and confusion in Verdu's eyes faded, replaced by shock and disbelief.

It's unbelievable, it really is...

His expression became incredibly excited, as if he were someone who had been wandering in a desperate situation for a long time and finally saw a glimmer of hope in the last moments of his life!

He looked at the embers with excitement, as if he wanted to express his inner turmoil.

But at that moment, Ember seemed to sense something and raised his head, seeing the boundless gray fog and the tall figure residing in the magnificent ancient palace.

Yu Jin's expression shifted slightly, and he quickly said:

I'm going to the restroom.

Regardless of what the Abrahams thought, Yu Jin took out a notebook from his soul space and handed it to Fors. Then, under the gazes of the others, he left the conference room without looking back.

"ah--!"

Shortly after Yu Jin left, someone in the meeting room suddenly exclaimed. Verdu and Dorian instinctively looked over and saw a member of the Abraham family holding a crystal that was so transparent it was almost ethereal, his face filled with disbelief.

Dorian's pupils constricted slightly.

He recognized the crystal; it possessed extraordinary properties left behind by the deceased 'Traveler', a Sequence 5 crystal.

The problem is, this extraordinary property has already been used to create magical items!

He instinctively reached into his pocket, where there was a magical item that had been made into a divination tool. However, the moment he took it out of his pocket, two more things appeared in his palm.

One is a necklace originally used for divination, and the other is a "diamond" the size of an eye, which is an extraordinary characteristic of the "astrologer".

……

Above the gray fog, before the ancient bronze table, Ember bowed slightly to the tall figure of the chief seat:

"Mr. Fool".

"Mr. Lover."

Mr. Fool tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said with a smile, "I have some information I'd like to make a deal with you."

"What intelligence?"

Yu Jin's expression shifted slightly, and he asked.

The Fool, as always, maintained that air of looking down on everything, unfathomable, and said leisurely:

"The World of Painting"

"certainly."

The Fool chuckled and continued, "I was referring to the first 'painted world,' which can also be called the 'Primordial World,' not the imitations that were made later. After all, you've already come into contact with those imitations, haven't you?"

Yu Jin nodded slightly; he had indeed entered the world of the painting held by the Aurora Club.

Seeing that Ember nodded, Klein continued leisurely:

"The first image of the 'Primordial World' came into this world back to the First Age. Hmm, I think you should be familiar with creation myths?"

Ember nodded calmly:

"Yes."

"The First Era..."

Klein nodded in satisfaction and began to speak leisurely, but then suddenly stopped.

Just as Ember looked over in confusion, Klein suddenly chuckled:

"Looks like I need to deal with a little bug before we can even begin our discussion."

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, spreading his spirituality, and touched the deep red star corresponding to the 'sun'.

Suddenly, a pleading image appeared before them:

"The Sun" Derrick was bowing his head in devout prayer, recounting to "The Fool" everything that had happened in the dungeon. This included the former "Exploration Squad Leader" suddenly appearing in his cell and launching a sneak attack on him after mutating.

But neither the Fool nor the Ember were focused on that, because they both turned their attention to the hazy scene behind the Sun.

There, there were transparent, ethereal figures. He had hands and feet, yet he twisted and coiled around the "sun" like a python, his head resting behind the "sun's" head. In the hazy scene, he was vaguely dressed in a black classical robe, wearing a matching pointed soft hat, and a monocle made of crystal on his face.

The Sun was completely unaware of all of this.

"interesting."

The Fool seemed to chuckle at this sight.

"Who is that?"

Yu Jin frowned and asked.

"Amon."

Ember heard the deep, calm voice of "Mr. Fool," which seemed to carry a hint of mockery, "or rather, Amon's clone."

Ember nodded thoughtfully, not paying much attention. After all, since the Fool's attitude was so relaxed, it was clearly not a particularly troublesome problem.

However, what he didn't know was that although the "Fool" said it was funny, he was actually panicking inside!

We have to panic!

After all, that's Amon the Blasphemer. To be worthy of the title of Blasphemer, one must at least be an angel!

Furthermore, considering that the 'Amon' family was once ranked alongside the Abraham family as one of the five great angelic families of the Thodol dynasty, and that the ancestor of the Abraham family was a Sequence 1 angel, we can infer that the true form of 'Amon' is at least a Sequence 1 angel, and may even possess uniqueness!

This "Amon," residing within the spirit of the "Sun," clearly doesn't intend to be some kind of helpful old man assisting the protagonist's growth. Instead, it wants to wait for the next Tarot gathering, then stealthily infiltrate the gray fog, like a virus or a Trojan horse!

At that time, his control over this mysterious space might be taken away!

An angel of Sequence 1, and with sufficiently bizarre methods. The Fool looked around, but ultimately couldn't find a way to deal with Amon:

Although he had considered using the gray fog and the mysterious space to leverage its power to deal with Amon, he knew his own strength was limited, and he might not be able to achieve significant results against an invasion by at least a 'Sequence 1' angel.

So, just to be on the safe side, he decided to bring in the Tarot Club's top fighters—

ember!

As long as the embers remain, so what if Amon really invades the gray fog?

At worst, let the embers burn him!

With this mindset, Mr. Fool concealed the fact that he had already discovered Amon. Instead, under the pretext of intelligence, he invited Ember to the Gray Fog, and then "accidentally" discovered Amon residing within the "Sun"!

Only in this way can we legitimately and justifiably make Yu Jin take action.

The Fool glanced at Amon, who was residing in the spirit of the Sun, and couldn't help but be frightened by the other party's strange methods.

But then he glanced at the seemingly unremarkable Ember beside him, and his expression relaxed, becoming full of confidence.

No problem, the advantage is in my hands!

(End of this chapter)