Deep in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, at the peak of a mountain stood a huge cross that existed between reality and illusion.
There was a blurry figure hanging upside down. Many ancient wooden stakes had pierced through "His" body, stained with flowing blood that didn't drip down. "He" was nailed to the cross.
At the bottom of the cross, the Angel of Fate Ouroboros, who was dressed in a simple linen robe and had silver hair that reached his waist, sat there. "He" had a gentle and pious expression as he prayed.
Half of "His" face was covered by a pale golden beard as Adam walked over and stopped in front of the huge cross. "He" raised "His" head and silently looked at the hanging figure.
"He" held Arrodes in one hand and the second Blasphemy Slate in the other. "His" eyes were clear and his expression was calm.
After an unknown period of time, the Hanging Man's figure on the huge cross suddenly faded and spread out into a shadow curtain that connected the sky to the ground. Behind the curtain, there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes that watched the entire World.
In the next second, the shadow curtain cracked open. It was dark inside, and there was a faint echo of illusory tides.
Adam raised "His" left hand, causing the ancient and mysterious magic mirror to emit a blurry glow.
Amidst the faint glow, a sticky but illusory black liquid surged out. A boundless sea that seemed to contain all colors and possibilities appeared. It looked like it was within reach, but it didn't affect reality in any way.
Right on the heels of that, Adam placed the second Blasphemy Slate into the illusory scene.
The illusory sea scene in the infinite distance gently swayed as it surrounded the second Blasphemy Slate, forming a certain connection with it.
The second Blasphemy Slate was formed from a portion of the ancient Sun god's corpse that was very close to the level of a Great Old One. It was equivalent to the owner of the Chaos Sea.
Upon seeing this scene, Adam moved "His" left hand slightly, making Arrodes fly up and land at the Angel of Fate Ouroboros at the bottom of the huge cross.
"He" held the second Blasphemy Slate that had undergone a subtle change. Through the crack in the shadow curtain, "He" walked in step by step.
The shadowy curtain quickly closed and faded away, leaving only an empty giant cross in its original position.
During the entire process, no one spoke. Everything happened in silence. Angel of Fate Ouroboros didn't even attempt to open his eyes.
At the same time, Amon became a god and used the first Blasphemy Slate to block off the Mother Goddess of Depravity's invasion. The Lord of Storms then shattered the corpse cathedral and one of Adam's identities.
After a while, Tail Devourer Ouroboros opened his eyes and cast his gaze at Arrodes, who had landed on his thigh.
On the surface of the magic mirror, silver words appeared in the rippling illusory water:
"You should know how it feels to sincerely believe in and follow a great existence, right?"
Ouroboros nodded with an indifferent expression.
"So, can you send me back to my master?" On the surface of the magic mirror, the silver words squirmed and reorganized, forming a new sentence. "After you answer them, you can ask me two questions."
Ouroboros silently looked at this ancient mirror, not saying anything for a long time.
Finally, Arrodes couldn't help but ask a new question:
"Why didn't you answer?"
As Ouroboros looked at himself in the mirror, he calmly replied, "That's right.
"I haven't decided yet."
"Three questions …" Silver light slowly outlined two words on the surface of the Magic Mirror.
…
On the lawn of a detached house in Baekeland.
Will Auceptin, who was already more than two years old, strode forward with his short legs, happily chasing after a big golden cat with shiny fur. Beside him were a nanny and a maid.
Ever since this "Snake of Fate" was born, Allen Ceres's career had been improving day by day. Now, he owned a private hospital that specialized in providing medical services to the upper class.
As he ran, Will Auceptin stepped on a slippery spot. With a whoosh, his body involuntarily leaned back.
He took a few steps back and stepped on another stone.
This provided him with the tendency to fall forward, allowing Will Auceptin to miraculously maintain his balance.
This child with obvious baby fat was rather wary of his encounter. This was because with "His" luck, it was impossible for "Him" to step on a spot that would cause someone to slip.
"His" eyes quickly reflected a familiar figure.
It was Sherlock Moriarty, who was wearing a half top hat and a black double-breasted coat.
Will Auceptin suddenly turned his head to look at his nanny and maid, only to realize that they had no idea that there was a stranger on the lawn.
"I have a nagging feeling that you'll say: 'Call for help all you want. No one can hear you,'" the well-dressed two-year-old turned his head back and mumbled.
Without waiting for Klein to respond, "He" threw up "His" hands again.
"In short, I have to congratulate you on becoming a King of Angels.
"Bullying children doesn't match your current status."
Klein laughed.
"Do you know how to fool fate?"
Will Auceptin looked up and warily glanced at Klein.
"Giving me fake ice-cream isn't the same as fooling fate."
At this point, "He" complained.
"Why don't you squat down? At my age, if I keep raising my head like this, it will not be good for the development of my cervical spine. "
Klein didn't put on the airs of a newly advanced King of Angels. He smiled and squatted down so that Will Auceptin could look at him at eye level.
Will Auceptin held the nanny's hand.
Unless I advance to Sequence 0 and become a Wheel of Fortune, any fooling of me isn't equivalent to fooling fate.
Klein asked thoughtfully, "That's right.
"You haven't found the opportunity to accommodate the Die of Probability?"
"No." Will Auceptin shook his head and added, "I have a feeling that it's coming."
Klein carefully looked at the two-year-old with the chubby face for a few seconds and suddenly laughed.
"If I give you and the Die of Probability to Ouroboros, will 'He' quickly advance to Sequence 0?"
Will Auceptin glanced at Klein.
"He also needs to wait for an opportunity to accommodate it. Moreover, the opportunity needed to become the Wheel of Fortune is different from accommodating the Die of Probability."
As he spoke, Will Auceptin curled his lips.
"If you only request to accommodate The Fool's Uniqueness, then the corresponding ritual can be simplified and won't be that difficult.
"Under such circumstances, by ingeniously using the Trojan Horse of Destiny's powers and making a certain level of sacrifice, there's a chance of fooling fate.
"However, when you attempt to advance to Sequence 0, even if you have accommodated the Uniqueness and have absorbed three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics, you will have to hold a ritual without holding back. This will allow the corresponding items to completely fuse and undergo a qualitative change."
Is that so … In other words, choosing to accommodate the Uniqueness first is just a shortcut. In the end, you still have to truly fool time, history, or fate … Klein nodded slightly.
"I roughly understand."
He then smiled and added, "Enjoy your childhood.
"Enjoy your childhood. I don't know how long this will last."
With that said, Klein's figure turned transparent and disappeared from the lawn.
Will Auceptin didn't hold the nanny's other hand. He instinctively grabbed forward twice before weakly retracting it.
"He left just like that … How rude. He didn't even prepare a gift for a visit …" The child couldn't help but mutter.
…
Baekeland, North Borough, Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Klein, who had transformed into Dawn Dantès, walked into the prayer hall and found a corner to sit down.
He looked at the Evernight Sacred Emblem on the altar, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began praying.
"The Evernight Goddess who is loftier than the cosmos and more eternal than eternity. You are the Mother of Concealment, the Empress of Misfortune and Horror …"
As he prayed, Klein, who had his eyes closed, gradually felt his body and mind calm down, as though he had entered a half-awake state.
After an unknown period of time, an endless darkness appeared in front of his "eyes." Beside his feet were clumps of night vanilla and slumber flowers.
It was so quiet that even breathing seemed to disturb the surrounding Sleepers.
Before Klein could size up his surroundings, a figure suddenly descended from the depths of the darkness.
There was clearly no sky or ground here, but the figure seemed to come from the crimson moon or stars hanging high in the sky.
"She" wore a layered black dress that wasn't complicated. There were countless resplendent lights on it, as though the starry night sky had been draped over "Her" body.
"Her" head was blurry and difficult to see clearly. He could only confirm that it was a woman.
"Long time no see," the figure said gently before Klein could speak.
"Her" voice was like a lullaby at night.
Klein bowed in a gentlemanly manner.
"Is this directed at the former Lord of the Mysteries, or is it directed at me, who is hanging above Sefirah Castle?"
Klein was very certain that this was a dream, but a dream didn't mean that it was fake.
The Evernight Goddess's projection said with a smile,
"I'm not sure where you were hanging above that door of light. After I left there, I never went back. "
As expected … Klein sighed inwardly. From the details, he confirmed the origins of the Evernight Goddess, Amanises.
"The three cocoons of light that were torn open were placed next to each other," he replied simply.
The Evernight Goddess's projection in the dream stood in the rippling darkness, giving off an unreal feeling.
"His" voice was soft and slow.
The people there are all candidates for the Lord of the Mysteries's resurrection, but for some reason, 'He' lost control of many things.
"If it weren't for that, I would've died a long time ago as the Lord of Mysteries, and you and Rosell wouldn't have had the chance to return to reality."
This means that the Celestial Worthy has completely perished. He can only rely on the remnant will in the Beyonder characteristic and the mechanical arrangements of Sefirah Castle to revive? Klein sighed and smiled.
"I can already hear him whispering in my ears."
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