Above the gray fog, Klein's pupils instantly dilated as he subconsciously looked down at the long mottled table in front of him.
There were four Cards of Blasphemy with different patterns on their backs.
At this moment, he felt a lingering fear, but he was also a little glad. He felt like he had circled the edge of the abyss a few times with his eyes blindfolded, but he ultimately didn't fall in.
If he had devoted himself to searching for the Cards of Blasphemy and gathered twenty-two of them, or obtained the Mother card, with his habit of containing different cards to obtain the corresponding level and characteristics, he might've already been corrupted by the Mother Goddess of Depravity. It was unknown what was being nurtured.
However, I'm not Rosell. Even if I have the Mother card, I probably won't be able to contain it. Furthermore, in order to prevent the deities from finding it, the Cards of Blasphemy are extremely difficult to gather. It's almost impossible to gather all of them … From the looks of it, it's a casual setup by the Mother Goddess of Depravity. If anyone is unlucky enough to obtain the Mother card, they will become one of the latent dangers of this World … Klein retracted his gaze and continued looking at the iron-black chair through his Substitute Paper Figurine at Rosell Gustav.
At this moment, Rosell's body rose a little as his voice alternated between deep and loud.
"Everything has godhood …
"In the beginning, it was still alive, living in everyone's body!"
Klein frowned slightly. He didn't know if the person speaking was Rosell or the crimson moon in his body.
Not only did he already have a certain level of understanding regarding this secret, but he had also personally experienced it. Now, he wasn't that horrified or panicked. He only recalled the teachings of the Aurora Order he had read in the past.
They promoted that the Creator was omnipresent and existed in every living being's body. Therefore, everything had godhood, and when godhood reached a certain level, one could become an angel. And the current orthodox deities were only slightly stronger angels. To ordinary people, as long as they could grasp that the essence of life was a spiritual journey, they could consciously temper their minds, strengthen their minds, and find their own godhood. Then, they could fuse with more godhood, allowing them to escape their mortal bodies and become an angel.
Back then, I only felt that a cult like the Aurora Order had a complete set of mysticism and religious theories, making it as orthodox as the Orthodox Church. Now, I can decipher the truth hidden beneath those words … From a certain point of view, it's really not wrong. The only problem is whether I'll still be myself after fusing with more godhood … The True Creator has actually placed one of the deepest secrets of this World into his teachings. Isn't he afraid that one of his believers would suddenly have an epiphany and learn of the corruption underground, becoming one of the first vessels for resurrection? This Hanged Man is really a little crazy. His rationality isn't always on … Klein muttered inwardly as he waited for Roselle to say more.
Two to three seconds later, Roselle, who had been wandering between slumber and new life, sat back on his iron-black throne. He panted and did not say anything.
Klein then controlled the paper figurine to speak.
"What you just said, which should I believe and which should I be wary of?"
"Consider it yourself.
"Heh, isn't this the way you Seers speak?"
"Heh, isn't that how you Seers speak?"
He didn't wait for Klein's answer as he continued, "When I created the Pale Death mask, I realized something.
When I created the Pale Death mask, I realized something: The Death of the Fourth Epoch might not have completely perished. Furthermore, there's more than one resurrection foreshadowing. A portion of it might be related to the River of Eternal Darkness. Heh heh, Death definitely won't die that easily …
At this point, Rosell looked at Klein below the platform and said, "Indeed, only by choosing the Seer, Apprentice, or Marauder pathway can a transmigrator enter Sefirah Castle.
Indeed, only by choosing the Seer, Apprentice, or Marauder pathway can a transmigrator enter Sefirah Castle. By the time I guessed this factor, it was already too late.
"I don't know if you want to become a Great Old One, nor do I know if this requires a ritual. I can only tell you that this is definitely more dangerous than becoming a god. It's countless times more dangerous. Perhaps, the existence that saved us and placed us in reality is waiting for you there.
"The only advice I can give you is to talk to the Genie inside the Magic Wishing Lamp before you try to do it."
Genie of the lamp? Using the grudge between him and the Celestial Lord to obtain some help? Klein nodded slightly.
"Alright."
After listening to his answer, Rosell sighed and said with a smile,
"If you can really become a Great Old One, you can consider saving me. Only a Great Old One can fight against a Great Old One."
At this point, he was silent for a moment, and his speech slowed down significantly.
"If even you, who have become a Great Old One, can't completely free me from the corruption of the Primordial Moon, then remember to erase me, destroy this mausoleum, and support a new Black Emperor, making it impossible for me to revive forever …"
The light inside the mausoleum seemed to dim a little. Klein fell silent for two seconds.
"I won't forget it."
Rosell fell silent. After a few seconds, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Of course, before that, you have to save me a few more times."
Such humor not only didn't make Klein smile, but it also made his heart heavier, to the point where he couldn't say a word.
Rosell didn't continue the topic as he said in reminiscence, "My wife has long passed away.
"My wife passed away a long time ago. The mistresses I once had must have had their own endings. I'm very sorry for them. I've never truly loved them. I was only greedy for their looks and enjoyed that kind of pleasure …
"I don't have any illegitimate children. A Beyonder still has the right to speak on such matters. As for before becoming a Beyonder, I believe those ladies must've been like me. They only coveted the looks and bodies of young men, enjoying that kind of pleasure, and wouldn't leave any trouble for themselves …
"My eldest son, Charles, should have been dead for many years. I don't know how many descendants he left behind. My second son, Bornova, if nothing unexpected happens, is definitely an angel by now. My feelings for him are very complicated. On one hand, I'm very cold, very disappointed, and very hateful. On the other hand, I occasionally secretly care for him. I remember that when he was young, he was really cute when he was just born …
"You've already met my eldest daughter, Bernadette. Isn't she beautiful? She's been beautiful, obedient, and smart since she was young. She knows how to be filial to her father, love her younger brother, and dote on her mother. Sometimes, she's especially upright, appearing a little silly. There were a few times when I secretly cheated to tease her when playing chess or games with her, but she didn't notice. This temper made it very difficult for her to accept some of the things I did. Of course, I can now push the blame to the Primordial Moon. It's all 'His' corruption. On this point, I still have to thank 'Him.'
After all, I've never helped you, nor do I have any ties with you. It's just that we're from the same era, the same place, and we have some camaraderie. "
Upon hearing this, Klein said in a deep voice, "Your diary has given me a lot of help.
"Your diary helped me a lot. It allowed me to grasp a lot of high-level knowledge when I was still weak. It allowed me to avoid a lot of danger and work hard in a targeted manner.
"Also, the few Cards of Blasphemy had different effects at different stages," Meng Chuan said.
"Can you not mention the diary?" Rosell coughed lightly and said, "However, I did consciously leave a message for the next transmigrator in the later stages. The only thing I can't be sure of is which language you know."
The emperor slowly exhaled before saying, "My request is to help me take care of Bernadette.
"My request is to help me take care of Bernadette and provide her with some help when she needs it.
"Although she's about to become a truly important figure in the mysterious World, as a father, I still can't feel at ease."
Klein didn't hesitate as he made the paper figurine answer directly.
"I'll help you take care of her."
"… Man, why does that sound a little awkward?" Rosell's tone instantly turned odd. "By the way, I haven't asked for your name. As for me, you should know very well. Huang Tao."
"Zhou Mingrui," Klein answered frankly.
"Are you married? Do you have children? How old are you? "Rosell asked three questions in one go.
Emperor, why are you acting like a neighbor's auntie? Klein shook his head and gave a very simple answer.
"No."
Roselle immediately fell silent again. After a while, he said,
After a while, he said, "You're of the same generation as me. Bernadette should call you Uncle Zhou.
"Yes …"
As he spoke, there was a baffling hint of pity in Rosell's tone.
"After coming to this era, I initially treated all of this as a game. I had a lot of fun, but I would occasionally think back to my hometown. I would think back to the past that nurtured most of my personality and hobbies.
"The longer I live, the more frequently this feeling appears. It's just like how fallen leaves always return to the roots of a tree. However, I at least have a daughter, a wife, and two sons. I still have many concerns in this World, and I have a certain sense of belonging. As for you … I can sense your loneliness, a loneliness that comes from deep within your bones."
At this point, Rosell suddenly sighed.
"If only we were still living in that era. I'd go to work punctually every day and work overtime from time to time. Once I had time, I'd go to watch my daughter attend her hobby class, pick her up, and give my wife the things she repeatedly reminded me about. Every weekend, I'd go out to play, go to her parents' house, or go to my parents' house to accompany the elderly …
"When I'm exhausted by life one day, I'll use your friend's treat as an excuse to sit on the street with a few men. We'll eat skewers, drink some alcohol, brag, scold our superiors, reminisce about our high-spirited youth, and urge you to quickly find a girlfriend … When we wake up the next day, we'll be filled with enthusiasm to deal with life again …"
Klein listened quietly and didn't interrupt the Emperor's rambling.
Rosell's voice gradually softened before he smiled.
"Goodbye, friend.
"I hope there'll really be a day when we meet again."
His figure quickly turned illusory, as though he had disappeared from the current World, leaving only a faint shadow pacing back and forth on the iron-black throne.
Rosell Gustav returned to his eternal slumber.
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