"Why does it also have a gluttonous attribute?" Leyton muttered to himself, while his left hand flexed its fingers and tapped the surface of the mechanical glove, producing a thudding sound.
The bronze mechanical glove's surface creaked, a gap opening to reveal the precise interlocking gear structure within, constantly making clicking sounds.
For some reason, an image of a child looking at him with a wronged expression surfaced in his mind, as if saying, "I just get hungry easily!"
Leyton's mouth twitched slightly as he said, "The living characteristic is stronger than I imagined."
As he spoke, he rose from the high-backed chair formed of starlight, his figure flickering before appearing directly on the open plaza in front of the temple below.
He half-squatted, pressing his right hand, clad in the bronze mechanical glove, onto the dilapidated, decaying grey stone ground.
The mechanical glove on his right hand emitted a whirring of gears, and the intricate, complex patterns engraved on its surface lit up one by one, shimmering with a faint white glow.
The next moment, centered on his right hand pressed to the ground, colors rapidly evaporated as if dissipating, and the dilapidated, decaying grey stone on the ground turned into flakes of dust, quickly spreading outwards.
In just a moment, the entire plaza, including parts of the temple in front, had turned into a grey, dusty expanse, which drifted away with a sudden gust of wind.
Leyton stood up from the ground that had turned to dust, lowered his head to look at the mechanical glove on his right hand, and murmured to himself:
"Is the limit for your life force absorption within a 100-meter radius, and does it require direct contact with the object?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his right index finger, guided by the mechanical glove, rapidly tapped three times in succession.
Receiving the glove's reply, Leyton nodded lightly, then stepped towards the temple ahead, intending to retrieve the remaining Beyonder characteristic there.
He hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, looking up to his right. By the light of a lightning flash across the sky, he clearly saw a Monster, a combination of a bird and a wolf, in the corner of a collapsed house ruin in the distance.
The Monster's eerie green eyes instantly dimmed, and it fell backward, as if it had suddenly lost all life force.
Leyton changed his direction of movement, and the standard of distance suddenly became distorted. He only took one step forward, yet instantly appeared beside the Fallen Monster.
A deep pale purple appeared in his eyes, and the information of this Monster, which resembled a hybrid of a bird and a wolf, clearly emerged in his sight.
"A corpse that has been dead for some time, turned into a Bizarro Sorcerer's marionette?"
As he muttered to himself, his gaze flickered, becoming extremely profound, like the surface of the sea before a storm.
In such a situation, it had clearly lost focus, its eyes a blank expanse.
The Monster's past experiences automatically surfaced in his mind:
While hidden in the Darkness, quietly waiting for prey it could hunt, its body suddenly stiffened, then it ran towards the ruined city ahead at a speed far exceeding its own limits. In the ruins of the city, it saw many eyes shimmering with starlight.
The fragmented images seen through "Prophecy" quickly dissipated.
Leyton's eyes quickly cleared again. He was completely unable to track the existence that had turned this Monster into a Bizarro Sorcerer's puppet. He tried to peek from the level of fate, but there was always a mist obscuring his view.
"Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar, a bit like burying one's head in the sand. In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, you're the only Demonic Wolf of the Seer Pathway."
Muttering a low taunt at that Dark Demonic Wolf, Leyton bent down and pressed his right hand, wearing the mechanical glove, onto the Monster's corpse.
The Monster's corpse, covered in short, coarse grey-brown fur and palm-length feathers, instantly shriveled, lost its color, and gradually turned into flakes of dust falling to the ground.
Having done all this, his body instantly dematerialized, breaking down into streams of complex knowledge, surging like a torrent into the Spirit World, searching for Dark Demonic Wolf's figure in the surrounding area.
After about ten minutes, an information flow, difficult to see with the naked eye, emerged from the Spirit World Depths, and Leyton's body reassembled in front of the dilapidated, decaying temple.
He had just searched a radius of more than ten kilometers around, and hadn't even seen a single wolf hair.
"As expected of an Angel of the Seer Pathway. If he truly wishes to hide, even the Eyes of Mystery Prying cannot find the slightest trace."
Leyton sighed as he stepped into the temple.
The statue in the hall that had been destroyed by Amon earlier had completely vanished, not even leaving behind any rubble.
All the puppets that had been prostrating and praying in the hall had disappeared, leaving only scattered remnants of parts on the ground, seemingly indicating that a chaotic event had occurred here.
Leyton's gaze swept around, taking in all the lingering traces and auras in the hall. Soon, he simulated in his mind what had happened here earlier.
"Amon brought some of the True Creator's will and aura here, breaking the original balance. The changes in the information world simultaneously affected this place, causing the puppets here to go mad and start attacking each other."
"Why would he do that?"
Frowning in thought for a moment, Leyton decided to abandon his intention of further investigation. There was no absolute, irreconcilable conflict between him and Amon. As long as it wasn't directed at him, he could completely ignore the other party. Moreover, he had already decided to leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods, so his concern for Amon was no longer so urgent or necessary.
Thinking of this, he half-raised his left hand and extended it forward, condensing a dark, ancient Horn, imbued with an extremely heavy and powerful meaning.
He brought the Horn of Destruction to his lips and blew it forcefully.
A heavy, oppressive low hum immediately echoed around. Under the superposition of sound waves, the already dilapidated, decaying temple cracked open with wide fissures, breaking apart little by little from inside out, turning into the finest dust, slowly drifting and falling in mid-air.
Constantly, bright yellow and deep red, mixed with some light blue and silvery white light particles, precipitated from the dust floating in mid-air, drifting around and slowly aggregating.
These light particles, representing Beyonder characteristics of different Pathways and different Sequences, gradually gathered together, finally forming a die inlaid with numerous gems.
It was fist-sized, with a deep black base, and each face was inlaid with different colors and numbers of gems: one point of jet black, two points of turquoise, three points of silvery white, four points of gloomy green, five points of deep red, and six points of golden yellow. Each face emitted a distinctly different aura, clearly separated from each other, appearing chaotic, evil, yet sacred.
Leyton looked at the die lying silently on the ground from a distance, deep pale purple radiance flowing in his eyes. In just a moment, he understood the information of this Mystical Item.
This Mystical Item, a mixture of many auras and characteristics, had no clear effect. When different faces were up, it would release Beyonder abilities from different aspects, which could be positive or negative, and could affect either the person rolling the die or a certain area around it. Its intensity ranged from Sequence 9 to Sequence 4, completely random, but the higher the intensity, the lower the probability of its appearance.
The one point of jet black represented Beyonder abilities in the Ocean of Light and Degenerate; the two points of turquoise represented Beyonder abilities in the domain of life; the three points of silvery white represented Beyonder abilities in the domain of storms; the four points of gloomy green represented the Death Domain; the five points of deep red represented the Moon domain; and the six points of golden yellow represented the Sun domain.
It would continuously attract nearby living creatures to approach and turn it. If no creature turned it for a long time, it would turn spontaneously, and as time passed, its spontaneous turning speed would gradually accelerate.
"A very interesting die. If you add a map of the Door Pathway, you could play a truly adventurous game full of excitement and passion."
Leyton murmured to himself, the idea of creating a matching board game for it growing stronger in his mind.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the thought that had arisen in his heart, and gently rubbed his fingers, creating specks of starlight that enveloped the die lying silently on the ground, moving it to his hand.
These starlights instantly condensed into translucent amber, forming a simple seal that cut off the die's perception of the outside world and also restricted its ability to turn on its own.
Having done all this, he stood silent for two seconds, then turned to look at his rear-side. His body instantly dematerialized, breaking down into streams of complex knowledge, surging like a torrent towards the distance.
On a small hill about two to three hundred meters to the left of Sasitan, a complex and pure information flow surged here, quickly reassembling Leyton's body.
He looked down at a Monster corpse lying on the ground, and spoke calmly towards the front:
"Are you looking for me?"
His voice kept echoing around, spreading into the distance, with no sign of weakening.
As the sound spread far into the deep Darkness, there was no longer any echo in his ears, nor did he receive any response.
After a moment of silence, seeing that no one came out to respond to him, Leyton turned directly around, his body instantly becoming illusory.
The next moment, a faint yellow firelight suddenly appeared in the Darkness before him. A middle-aged man carrying a beast-skin lantern, wearing a dark classical court robe, with deep black eyes tinged with eerie green, and a face covered in coarse black beard, walked out of the Darkness.
He appeared very abruptly, as if he had been teleported from a very distant place. There was no Beyonder aura about him. His gaze was fixed on Leyton, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice in a very ancient language:
"Have you seen Sefirah Castle?"
Leyton's illusory body solidified again. He calmly surveyed the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared before him, his gaze instantly deepening.
In his sight, behind this suddenly appearing Bizarro Sorcerer's marionette, layers of illusory mist were stacked, making him indistinct and difficult to fathom.