In the headquarters of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, inside the white tower.
After Lucca Brewster, who was trapped underground, finished his prayer, he focused his attention back on strengthening the seal itself.
He wanted to study the situation and see if he could crack the secrets contained within so that he could invent some mystic techniques.
As he went down level by level, he checked one Sealed Artifact after another. Luca was suddenly stunned as he stopped in his tracks.
His expression turned rather confused, unsure if he should take a step forward with his left foot or right foot.
This seemed to be a very profound question that wasn't easy to understand.
In the Southern Continent, beside a cathedral belonging to the Evernight Goddess.
Leonard picked up the coffee that was ground from the local specialty coffee beans and wanted to take a sip.
During this process, his thoughts unconsciously turned to the tightly shut doors and windows and the bright sky. He wanted to figure out what had happened.
However, he couldn't leave the room and was sealed inside. As for Old Man Pallez Zoroast, he fell into a strange silence and didn't answer his question.
Fortunately, there wasn't any additional danger, so Leonard could still sit in his seat with peace of mind, using his thoughts to replace his actions.
After an unknown period of time, he looked down at the coffee that had been placed on the table again.
"What did I want to do?"
In the hidden Bayam City in the Rorsted Archipelago.
Dhaniz didn't notice the changes in his environment as he seriously fiddled with the telegraph that was connected to his room.
The Golden Dream had recently arrived in the Sonia Sea and stopped at a port with a telegraph. Dhaniz wanted to warmly invite them to Bayam as guests to witness the dignity of the Oracle.
If possible, he wished that the Golden Dream could use Bayam as its home port. This way, he could return to the ship at any time to participate in adventures and search for treasures. At the same time, he could also choose to listen to the captain's lectures.
As a genius who was well-rounded, Dhaniz undoubtedly grasped all the knowledge and techniques of sending telegrams. At that moment, he was sitting in front of the machine, his fingers rapidly moving as he sent out the words he had in mind.
In the beginning, his thoughts were clear and his words were appropriate, so he was a little smug.
Gradually, his eyes went blank and his hands didn't stop moving. It was as if he was controlling the machine by instinct.
After the telegram was sent, Dhaniz exhaled, picked up his glass, and gulped down a mouthful of beer.
It's faster than I expected. Even if I lose my job in the future, I can go to the telegraph office and find a job with a good salary. Dhaniz thought with a little pride and a little concern.
He casually picked up the telegram draft and recalled the process of sending it. His expression gradually became strange.
"What did I do in the end?" Dhaniz couldn't help but mutter.
It seems probable that he ended in a telegram, in which he ridiculed the mate, the second mate, Tin Skin, and Bucket, and made a passionate confession to the captain.
"It's over, it's over … How could I say what's on my mind …" Dhaniz's face turned pale. He suspected that he had been controlled by the magic potion and that he had not thought through what he had written.
He hurriedly wrote another telegram to express that the content had nothing to do with him. It was all a product of Anderson's deliberate mischief and pranks.
At this moment, he realized that something was amiss outside. The sky was gray without a single cloud.
…
In the astral world, the existences and items that had been concealed by the Evernight Goddess broke through the restrictions in a certain order and returned to reality.
And like Amon's true body, "They" appeared a little sluggish and didn't react immediately.
In addition, the Evernight Goddess also stopped in midair in confusion, as though "She" hadn't thought of what to do next. However, "Her" instinct was to first protect "Herself."
The Lord of Storms, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, who had been confined to their respective divine kingdoms by the thick prism-like spots of light, also experienced certain changes. The intensity of their counterattacks had clearly decreased, giving people the feeling that they were beginning to doubt "Themselves," unsure if the person in front of them was an enemy.
The Genie threw down the Tren Sostel Brass Book and returned to the Magic Wishing Lamp. "He" seemed to have gone all out and had no choice but to shrink back into the seal, but "He" also seemed to recall something and subconsciously dodged.
Antigonus, who had just regained his self-awareness and lucidity, became confused once again. "His" face seemed to be filled with question marks.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? What's happening around me?
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the ancient Sun God, who had dimmed a lot, sighed softly and spoke again:
"Let There Be Light!"
The light in the astral world brightened as it pierced into the "eyes" of Amon's true body, avatars, Primordial Demoness, Hidden Sage, and other existences.
"They" immediately regained "Their" senses. "They" seized the time and made different responses.
The torrent of information suddenly dispersed and fused into the various symbols around them, instantly disappearing.
The black, python-like tentacles with the eyeballs on them quickly retracted, and no one knew where they had gone.
Amon's true body glanced at the newly advanced Klein and gave up the opportunity to exert "His" influence while "He" was in an unstable state. "He" raised "His" hand and adjusted the crystal monocle on "His" right eye.
"His" figure split apart, turning into one illusory door after another.
These doors opened and closed at the same time, making it impossible for the Evernight Goddess and the other existences to figure out where Amon's true body had left from.
When Amon's true body left, "His" avatars faded and strangely disappeared.
This was a loophole that made "Amon's true body leaving" the same as "Amon leaving."
At the same time, the gigantic light figure that the ancient Sun God had expanded into shrank and collapsed, turning back into Adam who was carrying a thick shadow.
Beneath the feet of this Visionary, the sea that contained all colors and possibilities instantly dissipated, as though it had returned underground.
Looking up at the astral world, Adam returned to the back of the shadow curtain through the rift.
"His" fusion with the True Creator had only just begun, and it wasn't over yet. The attempt to advance to a Great Old One was actually rather forceful and risky. This would cause "Their" subsequent progress to slow down significantly.
In the astral world, as the battle subsided, the natural barrier formed by the paintings of civilization and all kinds of plants, along with the illusory crimson moon, faded away one after another, returning to an unknown location.
The Lord of Storms, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom first shattered the thick spots of light outside the divine kingdom before quieting down. Just like before, they continued blocking the cracks in the World's barrier.
The Evernight Goddess, who was floating above the ancient palace, put away the pitch-black coffin, the Twilight Sword, the bird-shaped golden accessory, and the four arms, and cast "Her" gaze downwards.
After the translucent, dark-colored cloak protruded from the mask, it transformed into Klein's body.
Klein pressed down on the faintly discernible mask on his face with one hand and placed his other hand on his abdomen. His back was slightly arched, as though he was enduring an indescribable pain.
Just as he raised his head and looked at the Evernight Goddess's face that was covered by a thin black veil, a pitch-black cloak appeared outside his body. Beneath the cloak, slippery and sinister tentacles extended out.
After becoming The Fool, the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings in his body had undoubtedly awakened further.
The crazy ravings and roars constantly echoed in Klein's ears, tearing at his mind, letting him know that this would be the norm in the future.
There was no way to kill the Lord of the Mysteries. Even if "His" will would be slowly worn down by time, "His" spirit would remain eternal. "He" could seize Klein's body at any time and completely revive.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had just "killed" the will of the Lord of the Mysteries, making the awakened "Him" weaker than Klein had expected, Klein suspected that he might not have been able to hold on. He could only watch helplessly as his body collapsed and he became another existence.
Of course, he could still request the Evernight Goddess's help by giving him a drop of the River of Eternal Darkness's water. However, this was definitely not a long-term solution. It could only stall for time. He eventually had to face it.
Relying on his consciousness and anchors, Klein balanced the Celestial Worthy's will in his body.
At that moment, he didn't have the ability to speak.
The Evernight Goddess, who was floating above, nodded slightly.
"What you need the most now is stability."
With that said, "Her" figure was wiped away inch by inch as "She" returned to the divine kingdom in the astral world.
Klein turned his head to look at the still confused Antigonus. With a thought, he returned to Sefirah Castle.
Antigonus sat on a huge stone chair in the half-collapsed palace. He felt like he had been dreaming for a very, very long time.
…
Inside Sefirah Castle, Klein sat in The Fool's seat and focused on stabilizing his mental state.
Just like before, before he stabilized, he couldn't seek treatment from a psychiatrist unless he visited Visionary Adam. However, that would very likely make him even crazier.
After stabilizing a little, Klein quickly checked the authority he had obtained.
It was called "Fooling"!
Not only did it contain the authority of history, time, fate, change, and concealment, but it was also a symbol of "blind stupidity" in the mind domain. The simplest application was to lower an enemy's intelligence.
Just as Klein was about to do further research, his spiritual perception was triggered.
Who invaded Sefirah Castle!?
And only when the other party succeeded in invading did Klein receive a "notification"!
Klein suddenly raised his head and looked at the bottom of the long mottled table. He saw that the grayish-white fog had formed a door at some point in time.
A figure wearing a pointed hat, a monocle, and a classic black robe walked out.
Amon!
Mr. Error's eyes were tinged with darkness, and his smile appeared a little crazy.
He leisurely looked around, nudged his monocle, and smiled.
"Surprised?"
Klein wanted to mobilize Sefirah Castle and expel the other party, but he realized that Amon had gained control of Sefirah Castle at some point in time!
Amon cast his gaze at him, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He chuckled.
He chuckled and said, "I released the suppression of the Lord of the Mysteries's will in my body.
"'He' is the owner of Sefirah Castle, which means that I'm also the owner of Sefirah Castle. Of course, I can enter.
"This is very risky. Even I didn't dare to try it in the past, but since you've grown to this extent, I have no choice but to take the risk.
"This is very exciting, and the effects aren't bad."
As he spoke, slippery and evil tentacles shot out from under Amon's clothes.
"He" took the initiative to revive a portion of the Lord of the Mysteries, causing "He" to fall into a half-crazy state.
PS: There will be an additional update tomorrow as a form of thanks to everyone.
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