It was a grafting of fate, a grafting of some abstract concept.
The illusory river flowed continuously, and faintly, one could see a tributary hidden deep within the spirit world through this river, a huge figure emerging above the tributary.
He had obvious characteristics of the Southern Continent, but early on, white feathers stained with pale yellow grease grew from his body, filthy and terrifying.
That was 'Nether Emperor' Salinger... or the former Death, his grandfather's predecessor.
On the huge feathered serpent, a part of fate connected to the depths of the illusory River of Eternal Darkness, connected to that huge, rotten, bewildered figure that couldn't escape the river no matter what.
The grafting of fate caused a certain power on the Uniqueness of the Death pathway to continuously pour into the tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness, then quickly fall into 'death' and 'slumber,' becoming eternally silent.
"Is this dealing with the tricks Salinger played on the Uniqueness of the Death pathway?"
Through grafting, all the resurrection backhands left by Death were stuffed back into Death's hands within the River of Eternal Darkness, liberating the other half of the soul.
Doing so was probably equivalent to trying to kill his grandfather, stuffing him into a cold coffin, just waiting for the day to dig him out and grind his bones to ashes... right?
Oh, this Death wasn't a good bird either, so he could only say good riddance.
Grandson of Great Piety, Tang, looked at the huge feathered serpent.
Under the high-dimensional perspective of Euclid's space, the grafting of fate was traceable.
The grafting power on the artificial Death shaped by the Uniqueness traveled within Euclid's space, grafting certain secrets into the River of Eternal Darkness, while the other half, belonging to Azik Eggers' soul, was grafted onto the figure high above.
Tang looked up.
The young man with an almost identical face to his own opened his eyes and looked down, as if looking at him.
Tang saw a phantom of a golden bird-shaped ornament hidden in the shadows beside the other person. The grafting of fate was right there!
"Looks like the future me can solve this problem."
Seemingly noticing Tang's gaze, the young man with a face similar to his own slowly hid the phantom of the golden bird-shaped ornament behind his back.
Tang watched the other 'him' hide the phantom behind his back: ...??
"Ah, this..."
Then, Tang saw 'himself' half-raise his hand.
A phantom spread out from his hand, and a booklet composed of pages of brass emerged from the phantom.
Observing again, Tang confirmed that it was the Trensoost Brass Book.
The Uniqueness of the Judge pathway!
In the next moment, the power of the charm suddenly expanded before him.
Countless parchments spread out from the brass book, filling this space, filling the historical gaps, blocking all his vision.
"Law stipulates: Outdoor walking is strictly prohibited in this area from 8 PM to 8 AM."
"Law stipulates: Able-bodied people within the jurisdiction are strictly prohibited from being lazy and freeloading."
"Law stipulates: Destruction of public property and damage to other people's property are strictly prohibited."
"Law stipulates: Students should study hard and behave like students."
"Law stipulates: Cosplaying as a teru teru bozu is strictly prohibited."
"Law stipulates: ..."
Wait, something strange seemed to have sneaked in.
"Law stipulates: Any theft is prohibited in this area!"
That's it!
Tang's eyes brightened slightly.
Countless parchments presented various articles. These were all the rules promulgated by the Trensoost Brass Book!
It was indeed here. If it were his own personality, having obtained the Trensoost Brass Book and being able to influence it to a certain extent, he would definitely issue such a ban to suppress Amon!
He went forward, preparing to lift that public notice and see the effect.
In fact, he wanted to communicate with his future self even more. Obviously, both he in this state and his future self could see each other.
But time was running out. The power of the Yesterday Once More charm was about to be exhausted, and the historical gap was about to close. He could only wait for the next opportunity.
"Leverage... space..."
A blurry voice came from above.
Tang was taken aback.
"Se... quence... Four... Demigod..."
"Be careful of Amon."
In the next moment, Tang's consciousness instantly returned, the historical gap closed, and the Yesterday Once More charm was completely consumed. At the same time, a document appeared in his hand.
It was a decree, a law that the Trensoost Brass Book had once promulgated and publicized.
Logically speaking, this borrowed power wouldn't last too long. The Yesterday Once More charm made by the theater core didn't have a higher-level object of prayer after all, so the effect of the charm wasn't that good.
But... the parchment, which should have disappeared along with the power of the Yesterday Once More charm, now lay quietly in Tang's hand without any abnormalities or strange occurrences.
Until his spirituality was exhausted and Tang returned to the real world, this document still existed.
'Very strange energy.'
The System, knowing what was good for it, automatically threw an appraisal at it, but the feedback it gave was also a jumble of code.
A higher-level power was involved in the influence, causing the System's appraisal to fail.
Tang sat in the high-backed chair, placed this document in front of him on the table, thought for a long time, then opened the System interface and glanced at it before asking aloud.
"What happened to those Abrahams?"
After he returned, he found that the speed at which his potion progress was increasing had slowed down.
That shouldn't be the case. He hadn't killed those Abrahams. At most, after they climbed to the rooftop and found no way out, just as they were about to jump down, they were knocked unconscious by the theater core and then stuffed back on the first floor, creating the illusion that 'it was all just a dream.' Then, they would experience another round of being chased by the slender ghostly figure, the vengeful spirit, and the red-clad bride.
He hadn't killed anyone, so why was his potion progress so stagnant?
'Let me take a look.'
The System's voice disappeared, and then it reappeared, 'Ah, Host.'
'They seem to have given up.'
Tang: ??
What happened? Why did everything suddenly collapse?
Crimson Campus.
Inside room '404', the knocking sound outside the door continued. Charlie, however, sat there with a blank expression, muttering something completely incomprehensible. Even hearing the increasingly urgent knocking and footsteps no longer resonated with him.
Edas lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, his body twitching strangely from time to time, as if to prove he was still alive.
And the only female, Norma Abraham, leaned against the cabinet, looking down at her toes, humming a nursery rhyme that was strangely in sync with the sound outside the door.
"Sister carrying a doll..."
"The doll wants to find its mother..."
The bizarre nursery rhyme hummed from Norma's mouth and also came from outside the door, but the few people present had no reaction to it.
Olson pushed open the door and walked in.
Seeing the tragic scene before him, Olson's lips twitched slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.
(End of this chapter)