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

Above the gray fog, Klein murmured softly:

"Do I have enough anchors?"

To become an angel, you need potions, rituals, and enough anchors—all are indispensable.

Klein wasn't worried about the first two; the only problem was whether his "anchor" was strong enough!

In theory, his anchors are sufficient.

Even if these anchors are not numerous or stable enough, Klein only wants to advance to Sequence 2, not become a god.

Ultimately, his hesitation stemmed from fear.

Fear of the unknown, fear of the future, fear of gain and loss!

Whoever becomes an angel will inevitably be influenced by their extraordinary characteristics, becoming increasingly cold, cruel, and indifferent to life, and will need sufficient anchors to maintain their humanity.

This is not something that could have been avoided by fully digesting the potion and mastering the "acting method" in the previous stages. When Emperor Roselle progressed so smoothly in the early stages, he almost underwent a mutation and nearly lost control when he reached the Sequence 2 Angel rank.

As for the angels that Klein knew, they all seemed normal on the surface, but he had no way of knowing what they were really like or what they were like when they were hiding behind the scenes.

But one thing is certain: every angel is more or less influenced by the primordial forces!

If a Saint can gain a long life at Sequence 4 or Sequence 3, then there is indeed little incentive for him to advance to the Angel level—after all, the higher the sequence, the closer one is to the Primordial One.

This is why Katarina, the "White Witch" who was already a demigod during the war of the Four Emperors, has only been promoted from Sequence 4 to Sequence 3 for over a thousand years, because she is afraid of the negative effects of becoming an angel.

Sequence 3 of the Witch Path is the "Immortal Witch," possessing a lifespan far longer than other Sequence 3 paths, which gives her the confidence to forgo advancing to Sequence 2.

But I had no choice, no way out... After a brief silence, Klein sighed silently.

Klein knew that if he didn't want to be promoted, Ember wouldn't force him.

On the contrary, Ember will help him sever his special connection with the "Source Castle," allowing him to be a free demigod, unburdened by anything. As for the position of "The Fool," Ember can easily find someone else to fill it, such as Mr. "The Door."

Mr. "Door," who had fallen to Sequence 2, accepted reality with equanimity and was content with everything he had now—at least he was still alive, at least he had escaped the control of the Outer God and could live freely.

But if the embers gave Him a chance to become the Fool, Mr. Door would certainly not refuse.

If someone could replace him, Klein wouldn't have to endure any of this.

He can simply be Mr. World and no longer pretend to be the Fool.

But Klein knew even better that it wasn't Ember that was forcing him, but rather the "Celestial Venerable" who was forcing him, and he himself was forcing himself!

He was different from everyone else. Others had choices, but Klein's life was planned out.

Therefore, he will inevitably take the path of a "diviner" and will inevitably improve his status amidst the ever-increasing crises.

Ultimately, he will become a perfect substitute for the resurrection of the "Celestial Venerable".

The higher his sequence, the closer his connection with the "Source Castle," the higher the possibility of the Celestial Venerable's revival, and the more dangerous his situation becomes!

But as Lu Xun said: the action of forces is mutual.

The higher his rank, the more confident he is in rebelling against the Celestial Venerable!

More importantly, he himself was unwilling to give up!

Having come this far, Klein himself wouldn't be willing to give up now!

after all

"Since we're already here..."

Klein chuckled to himself, feeling much more relaxed.

Perhaps it was because he made up his mind, or perhaps it was because he let go of his inner conflict.

But in any case, he was prepared.

"call!"

Klein took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand, and, with a spiritual energy emanating from it, touched the crimson star that symbolized Grosser.

-

The Giant King's Court, inside the Giant King's residence.

Grosser, who was hesitating, suddenly saw a crimson tide surge from the void and instantly engulf him.

He saw the boundless white mist, the magnificent palace, and the ancient, mottled bronze table.

At the very head of the long table, a figure shrouded in thick gray mist looked down at him!

That was the oracle of the 'Fool'.

Grosser snapped out of his reverie, looked at the crowd waiting for his answer, and began to speak:

"You can go over there."

Colin immediately understood that only he could pass through because he was the only one who recited the name of the Fool.

Colin gave the order in a deep voice:

"Derrick, pray to the Fool."

Upon hearing this, Derrick, without hesitation, devoutly recited in the language of giants:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."

Seeing this, the other members of the exploration team immediately followed Derrick's example, reciting the name of "The Fool" with little practice:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who wields good fortune..."

Although they all knew that this was just a reconnaissance trip, and that they would return as long as everything went smoothly, bringing the rest of Silver City with them.

But no one was willing to let this opportunity slip by; they couldn't wait to see what the outside world was like!

Colin did not stop them, but instead looked at Lovia who was standing to the side.

He knew that the other party believed in the "True Creator" and could guess that the relationship between the "True Creator" and the "Fool" was not very "harmonious," so he did not intend to force the other party to change their faith, even if it was just to recite the names of other beings.

Colin thought for a moment, and was about to tell the other party that they didn't need to force themselves and could wait for them to come back.

Before he could even speak, the elder, dressed in a black robe with purple patterns and possessing a striking and elegant appearance, began to chant with exceptional piety:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."

Colin remained silent, unable to utter a word of advice.

"Can we go over there now?"

After reciting the name of the Fool, Derrick asked earnestly.

Grosser scratched his head and said in a deep voice:

"Sure."

Mr. Fool didn't say it was impossible; not saying it meant it was possible.

"You'll have to wait a while."

Grosser grew increasingly confident and whispered a word of advice:

"I can only go there tonight."

"Why at night?"

The people of Silver City were filled with confusion. Living in the land forsaken by the gods, they had an instinctive fear of the night.

The open, grey-blue gate, the sea shimmering with golden light, and the omnipresent illumination deeply moved their souls, causing them to instinctively hold their breath, unwilling to miss such a beautiful sight.

"chief."

The people of Silver City instinctively looked at Colin.

"wait."

Colin gave a deep order, and the people of Silver City didn't say anything more, focusing instead on admiring the beautiful scenery.

After an unknown period of time, the sea, which was shimmering with golden light, was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

In the depths of darkness, a faint mist can be seen, within which stands a black church with a pointed roof and various other buildings, creating a feeling that is both real and dreamlike.

Derrick and the others looked at the town shrouded in mist and the shadowy figures of pedestrians with puzzlement, unable to understand what was going on.

This is not the darkness they are familiar with.

Just then, Grosser glanced at Derrick, who was radiating a pure light, and gave the order:

"Come with me."

Without waiting for anyone else to respond, the giant took the lead, passing through the gate and ascending the stone steps outside, step by step into the darkness.

"Keep up."

Colin gave an order and led the somewhat fearful Silver City crowd into the darkness.

In the deep darkness, they climbed the stairs, when suddenly their eyes were brightened by an orange glow and a cluster of black, monastery-like buildings.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already arrived opposite the "Giant's Court," separated from their original location by a sea of ​​clouds tinged with orange-red.

The giant Grosser said in a deep, gruff voice:

"You'll have to wait here for a while. You can each find a place to rest."

"It's best not to leave the church, otherwise you can easily get lost in the depths of your dream."

"A dream?"

The people of Silver City found it unbelievable. They had just been in reality, so why did they suddenly appear in a dream?

The exploration team members were full of questions, but they didn't ask any more questions or take a break. They remained standing in place, waiting patiently.

Time passed second by second, and suddenly blinding rays of sunlight shone into the world, turning everything bright white before fading and disappearing.

They saw that golden ocean once again and felt a terrifying aura that made them afraid to look directly at it.

However, unlike before, they were now on an island, with huge, golden, strange plants with smiling faces behind them. Their state, devoid of any sense of depravity or distortion, allowed every member of the exploration team to genuinely experience the joy that life brings.

They're really out... It's truly a different world... Anatil and the others couldn't contain their joyful exclamations!

"Praise the 'Fool'!"

A sudden impulse surged within Derrick, and he knelt down abruptly, kissing the earth beneath his feet, tears streaming down his face.

Colin remained silent for a moment after witnessing this scene, then he heard the voices of the people of Silver City, filled with joy and choked with emotion:

"Praise the 'Fool'!"

"Praise be to 'The Fool'," Lovia whispered, believing in the 'True Creator'.

Colin paused for a moment, then softly recited the Fool's name as well:

"Praise the 'Fool'."

Just then, Colin's vision blurred, and a figure appeared in his field of vision without him noticing.

He was a middle-aged man with a stern face, his hair was a deep black mixed with a few white hairs, and he had a pair of azure eyes that seemed to ripple.

The middle-aged man, with a gentle smile, introduced himself in a friendly tone:

"I am Bethel, the guardian angel of secrets, who sits beside Mr. Fool."

"I walk here on behalf of 'The Fool' to welcome the arrival of everyone from Silver City."

"Praise the 'Fool'."

Derrick recited a phrase devoutly and said respectfully, "Thank you for your help, Your Highness Bethel."

He had some knowledge of the customs and beliefs of the Northern Continent—

In the major churches, if a demigod of the angelic rank walks on earth, the title "Your Highness" is added when addressing them to their face as a sign of respect. Similarly, the title "Your Majesty" is used for representatives of the divine will, such as the Pope, the Patriarch, etc. In addition, the titles "Apostolic Throne" or "Holy Throne" can be used to refer to the head of a church.

Bethel Abraham smiled and nodded in acceptance of his thanks, then looked at the towering giant beside him and said:

"Twilight Angel, leave this to me."

"what?"

Grosser scratched his head before realizing that the Twilight Angel was calling him.

Although he didn't know the other person, since they were both angels under the 'Fool', there shouldn't be any problem.

Besides, didn't the 'Fool' say anything?

Thinking this, Grosser nodded to Bethel and the people of Silver City, and his figure disappeared into the sunlight.

"The Angel of Twilight?"

The people of Silver City still felt a sense of unreality, as if in a dream. That seemingly kind-hearted giant was actually an angel?!

-

"Secret Keeper Angel, Dusk Angel..."

Above the gray fog, Klein resisted the urge to cover his face, feeling both amused and helpless.

Can you please stop making such a big deal out of it?

This Mr. "Door" has a rather unexpected personality.

Perhaps he's been corrupted by Emperor Roselle?

However, since Mr. "Door" is now his angel, it would be unreasonable for him not to have a title.

Furthermore, he had to thank the other party for giving him the title "Guardian Angel" instead of "Gate Angel," "Door Guardian Angel," or "Calling Angel." As for Grosser's "Twilight Angel," it sounded quite good, rather imposing.

If we calculate it this way, there are actually quite a few angels sitting under the Fool.

"Guardian Angel" Bethel, "Twilight Angel" Grosser, "Angel of Death" Mr. Azik, "Mercury Angel" Will Onsett, "Headless Angel" Renette...

"I've settled in Bengbu."

Klein covered his face. There were many angels, but most of them probably didn't even know that they were the angels of the Fool, let alone that the Fool wasn't even an angel.

Klein sighed and waved his hand, summoning several items from the 'pile of junk'—

The extraordinary properties of the "Miracleist" that were stripped from either half of the "Fool" or Zarathustra, the Star Worm provided by the Abraham family, the Time Worm provided by the poet classmate's grandfather, and the blood obtained from half of the "Fool," totaling a full three hundred milliliters.

Apart from the Miracle Master's extraordinary traits, everything else is just supplementary material.

Having prepared the ingredients, he conjured an iron pot, threw in 300 milliliters of the Dark Wolf's blood, and then added the 'Time Worm' and the 'Star Worm' that shimmered with brilliant light.

The dark, reddish liquid inside the iron pot turned gloomy, its surface clear and transparent, while deep inside, swirling currents surged.

Without hesitation, Klein picked up the extraordinary properties of the 'Miracle Worker'.

Its shape resembles a heart, and it is as transparent as crystal, yet tiny bubbles emerge from it from time to time, each bubble seemingly containing a dreamlike realm.

When this extraordinary property came into contact with the liquid in the iron pot, it immediately merged into it, causing the darkness to condense and become deep, as if countless eyes were opening simultaneously within it.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Klein poured the prepared "Miracle Worker" potion into a glass bottle and, through a bestowal ritual, brought it into the real world.

On a deserted island shrouded in mist in the Sunia Sea, Klein, who had been directly 'teleported' there, looked at the potion in his hand, his eyes flickering for a few seconds before quickly returning to calm.

Klein picked up the bottle of potion and poured the liquid inside into his mouth.

Success or failure hinges on this!