"The new Black Emperor?"
Mr. Door paused for a moment, as if lost in distant memories, then after a while, he recovered and nodded slightly towards Roselle, saying, "You are Roselle Gustav?"
"I didn't expect you to escape the Primordial Moon's corruption in this way. You are very courageous."
"After Sequence 3, dying once is indeed the best way to solve one's own problems. In this regard, Miracle Invokers have a great advantage."
After sighing for a while, he returned to Roselle's question: "When you established contact with me, I was almost completely corrupted by the Primordial Moon. I could only recover a little sanity for a very short time. Most of the time, I didn't even know what I had said to you."
"I know, unfortunately, I knew too late." Roselle shook his head and sighed, then ended the topic: "Let's start quickly. I cannot keep my true body out of the Astral World for too long, otherwise, the guy who is approaching the ruler of the Astral World might discover some anomalies and make some guesses."
As he spoke, the brass book in his hand was already covered with dense silver-white words, beginning to turn to the first half of the page, and golden laws emerged one by one:
"This place is suitable for digesting potions."
"This place is suitable for the return of the dead."
As one law after another, modifying the underlying rules, appeared, the Marionettist's Beyonder characteristic contained by Mr. Door began to dissolve, digesting bit by bit. His own being also began to detach from the state of Historical Projection, evolving into a true, independent individual.
A crudely cut paper figure fell from the boundless Gray Fog, landing directly on Mr. Door, grafting a state of death onto him.
His aura instantly faded, and his figure became ethereal and transparent, as if about to disappear, yet constrained by the surrounding rules, unable to truly perish and return to the historical void.
Specks of gray-white light exuded from his body, like wriggling small worms, burrowing into history.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein, noticing this scene, let out a sigh of relief: "In twisting and utilizing rules, the Black Emperor can also achieve the 'deception' effect like the Error."
While marveling, Klein, using the ability of the 'curtain', grafted this area of Gray Fog with the location of Mr. Door. In an instant, the Gray Fog above the entire Sefirah Castle began to boil and surge.
"Here, history and present coexist."
Roselle, holding the Trunsoest Brass Book, chanted in a low voice, and the corresponding words appeared on the brass book.
With the emergence of this rule, the brass book in Roselle's hand fell silent as if it had exhausted its strength. He nodded to Leyton and said, "This rule can only last for three seconds."
After speaking, his figure quickly faded and disappeared, returning to the Divine Kingdom in the Astral World.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein had already prepaid a miracle of resurrection through the Beyonder characteristic derived from him.
During the period when history and present overlapped, transparent insects continuously emerged from the mists of history, converging into the increasingly faint and transparent figure of Mr. Door.
Mr. Door's figure quickly solidified, and layers of illusory doors, formed by brilliant starlight, appeared around him, reflected in his eyes, stabilizing his aura and stopping at the Sequence 3 level.
At this moment, Klein felt a strong feedback from helping others achieve their wishes, which significantly boosted the digestion progress of his Miracle Invoker potion. He was only a little bit away from fully digesting it.
This was not feedback from a member of the Abraham Family, but belonged to Mr. Door. As his wishes and thoughts floated, he heard Mr. Door's words:
"Escaping corruption and madness has been my strongest and only wish for a very long time."
"As a Miracle Invoker, you should have already felt this feedback and used it to digest a large part of the potion."
Klein ended the grafting of the Gray Fog and casually flicked out a paper figure, letting it land in front of Mr. Door, thereby descending a part of his will.
The paper figure Klein stretched out his hand and pulled in the void. A wall with a fireplace, a floor, a sofa, and a crystal chandelier appeared out of thin air.
The paper figure Klein made a gesture of invitation and said, "You may still have many questions. Let's sit down and talk."
"Okay." Mr. Door nodded and found a red single sofa nearby to sit down.
Before Klein could speak, he smiled and sighed first: "Although you are still only a Miracle Invoker, your mastery and understanding of The Fool pathway are already very deep. At least in my opinion, your operation just now was no worse than that of Antigonus in the past."
"By utilizing and deceiving rules, you prevented me from directly returning to the historical void after death, giving my existence a foundation, and then grafting my spirit, will, and emotions onto the Marionettist's Characteristics, and prepaying a miracle, allowing my resurrection after death to become the true me."
"This way of utilizing rules reminds me of Amon. It has his style."
Klein nodded lightly, his gaze sweeping over Leyton, who was sitting quietly to the side. I only thought of this operation after being reminded. I can only say that some people understand my pathway better than I do.
After muttering to himself, Klein replied, "I don't have any extra Miracle Invoker Characteristics. You need to find it yourself, complete the ritual, and then accommodate it."
"No problem." Mr. Door nodded lightly, paused for a moment, and then continued to ask, "I want to know, what price did the Abrahams pay for this?"
"Everyone's wishes, and the temporary ownership of two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts."
"For the rest, I need you to help me fight Amon. He is already a True God of both the Error and Door pathways. Before I become the true Fool, it will be difficult for me to contend with him."
Klein spoke of his current predicament without any concealment.
"No problem." Mr. Door nodded, then looked at Leyton.
Feeling Mr. Door's gaze, Leyton chuckled and said, "My request remains unchanged. As the apocalypse approaches, the problem of insufficient manpower becomes increasingly apparent. I need people to stabilize the situation while also promoting social development. The progress of civilization will provide me with substantial power, which is very important to me."
As he spoke, he directly transmitted the relevant information into Mr. Door's mind, which was a faster and more concise communication than words.
After a brief silence to digest the information, Mr. Door nodded deeply and said, "It looks like it will be very tiring, but for someone who has been trapped in darkness and storms for thousands of years, frequent interaction with people is also a relatively pleasant thing."
After a brief agreement was reached, Mr. Door stood up and bowed quite formally to Klein and Leyton, then said, "I need to return to the Abraham Family first to handle the aftermath of this matter."
"Having lost my Uniqueness and angelic rank, I also need to change my honorific name, otherwise, prayers directed at me might be stolen by Amon."
As his voice fell, brilliant starlight flew out from the void, rapidly forming an illusory gate that enveloped Mr. Door's figure, making him disappear instantly.
At the Abraham Family, Lawrence and the others had just taken out the two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts held by the family, preparing for Lawrence, who had the highest Sequence, to deliver them into Fors's hands.
Before the elders who hadn't had time to leave could disperse, countless stars surged from various places, rapidly converging to form a dazzling starlight gate.
A middle-aged man, dressed as a classical nobleman, with a stern face and azure eyes, walked out from the starlight gate.
His gaze lingered on the members of the Abraham Family's elder council for a while before he let out a heavy breath and said, "Send messages to the family members scattered around the world. I have returned. From now on, you don't need to hide your identities or be scattered everywhere."
"If there are those who wish to maintain their current stable situation, respect their opinions, but some attention needs to be maintained. As the apocalypse approaches, various Beyonder events will become more and more frequent. As an Abraham, it is difficult to completely avoid such hidden risks."
"Ancestor… you… you really revived!"
The first to react was Verdu Garcia, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked at Mr. Door, who seemed to have walked out of a family portrait, with excitement and some vigilance.
The mystical connection originating from his bloodline allowed him to easily confirm that the person in front of him belonged to the Abraham Family, but his long-standing vigilant life kept him somewhat suspicious.
Mr. Door nodded gently and said, "Yes, if you need to confirm, you can recite my honorific name, but only now."
"My authority and Characteristics have been stolen by Amon. Currently, he might not pay too much attention to these, but if someone keeps reciting my honorific name, he will notice and cast his gaze through the prayers."
"I understand." Verdu Garcia nodded repeatedly, his gaze subtly meeting Lawrence and the others behind him. Then he clasped his hands together, resting them against his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, and began to pray in a low voice:
"Great Door of All Doors;
"Guide of Endless Cosmos;
"Key to all Mysterious Worlds."
As the last phrase fell, a pure, shimmering cosmos suddenly appeared in his eyes, and Mr. Door's figure emerged among the starlight.
He instinctively opened his eyes, and the figure that emerged from the starlight overlapped with Mr. Door in front of him. They were the same person!
Verdu Garcia looked at Mr. Door in front of him, unable to hide his excitement, his voice suddenly choked: "Ancestor, you are finally back!"