Amon!
Klein's eyebrows twitched, and he immediately reached out from the Historical Void to pull out a peculiar crown stained with blood and rust.
Boom!
A lightning bolt, stained with rust and blood, appeared out of thin air, carrying the meaning of conquest and harvest, like a crimson spear, pointing directly at the figure of Amon emerging in the starlight.
The crimson lightning solidified less than a meter from Amon, then was swallowed by a deep black.
Klein didn't care how Amon resolved the attack he unleashed; he held the peculiar crown he had taken from the Historical Void, creating attack after attack imbued with the power of harvest and conquest, trying to delay Amon's advancement process as much as possible.
Crimson lightning bolts continuously struck down and disappeared, as if caught in a strange cycle.
On the island below, Roselle, like a shadow moving through the cracks of rules, avoided all gazes and arrived before the constantly turning brass book.
As if sensing danger, golden words began to appear on the brass book, modifying the surrounding underlying rules, placing itself within a certain absolute domain.
The next second, a pair of arms as dark as shadows reached into this absolute domain constructed by rules.
It was like the shadow of order, the dark side of rules, unbound by strict regulations, easily penetrating the obstruction and pressing onto the brass book that was still modifying rules.
"This book is yours, the authority of Door is mine, how about it?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded from the side.
Roselle turned his head in surprise, looking at a large rock to his right, where a figure had appeared at some unknown time.
He was a pale-skinned male, dressed in a black clerical robe, with a silver cross hanging on his chest.
His hair was black, his eyes were pure gold, his facial features were deep-set, his expression was gentle, his emotions were restrained, and he met Roselle's gaze with a slight smile.
"Long time no see, Roselle Gustav, or may I call you, Huang Tao?"
He said the last two words in Chinese, which sounded very awkward, making it clear to anyone that he was not an Easterner.
Roselle, while observing the suddenly appearing figure, forcefully closed the brass book he was holding down.
Chains extending from the shadow of order appeared out of thin air, spreading into the interior of the brass book, creating chaos and distortion, modifying the laws already compiled within, rendering the book's influence on its surroundings ineffective.
Having done all this, he chuckled lightly and said:
"True Creator? Or Ancient Sun God? What should I call you?"
"Also, even if you've mastered the authority of the mind, you shouldn't have been able to approach me without me noticing."
The man in the black clerical robe maintained a gentle smile and replied:
"You were too eager, only noticing this book, and therefore very reasonably overlooked some details."
"Whether True Creator or Ancient Sun God, they are only former titles; they are not enough to describe who I am now."
"You should now call me: Lord Who Created Everything, Omnipotent and Omniscient God, The Source of Everything Great, the Ruler of the Vast Astral World."
"Heh, I can tell you've always wanted to lean in that direction."
Roselle smiled, paused, and then thoughtfully said:
"I'm very curious, have you ever considered a question: perhaps the God Almighty we were once familiar with truly existed, and your constant leaning towards Him, is that not a decision made under an unknown influence?"
"Perhaps, at a certain moment, when you are close enough to Him, you will become Him."
His golden eyes lost focus, as if recalling the past, and after a moment, he sighed and nodded:
"Initially, there were indeed such factors, and things were truly developing in that direction."
"Later, to solve this problem, I cooperated with Evernight and helped Them kill myself."
Roselle smiled with an unreadable expression, and casually asked, "Then why do you still use such a title?"
After a brief silence, He spoke calmly:
"My current honorific name is: The Lord that Created Everything, The Lord who Reigns Behind the Curtain of Shadows, The Ruler of the Mind World, The Degenerate Nature of all Living Things."
With each phrase, His aura heightened, and when He fully stated His identity, His level and power had subtly surpassed the Sequence 0 level.
"You guys are truly insidious."
Realizing that the other party was merely stalling for time, Roselle casually complained, and his figure directly dissipated on the spot.
The moment he got 0-02, he had already silently replaced his true body with a substitute, a newly created Black Emperor card.
In the sky where crimson lightning frequently struck, Roselle's figure suddenly appeared, as if emerging from another world with completely different underlying rules, making it difficult to predict and detect in advance.
"Leaving a Black Emperor card stained with my aura in the hands of an insidious fellow who controls authorities related to Depravity and mind is still a bit unsafe; this time was too rushed, otherwise I could have had more and better responses."
He muttered to himself for a few moments, then looked up and met the gaze of Amon, whose figure was gradually becoming clearer.
Chaos and distortion spread silently, and the brilliant starlight containing layers of illusory doors continuously disappeared and reappeared.
Amon and Roselle began to contend for these characteristics, spirits, and corruption belonging to Mr. Door.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Roselle appear; he had been attacking Amon on the Gray Fog for a long time without any effect, and this feeling was somewhat despairing.
Before Klein could rejoice, his vision suddenly distorted, as if an uncorrectable error had occurred.
At the same time, the entire world experienced errors of varying sizes, from the measurement standards of distance and scale, down to certain fleeting thoughts in one's mind, precise instruments, and parts.
This Error lasted for less than a second, and then everything returned to normal; if someone were to conduct specific data statistics, they would find that during that brief period, the probability of accidents throughout the world had been greatly increased.
As the surrounding Error disappeared, Amon, standing amidst the brilliant starlight, suddenly changed his appearance, becoming a man in a black clerical robe, with a gentle expression and restrained emotions.
The True Creator, revealing His true face, gazed at Roselle and calmly repeated the initial words:
"0-02 is yours, the authority of Door is mine."
"This—" Klein was stunned for a moment, thoughts surging like a tide in his mind; he roughly guessed what had just happened.
The Amon he and Roselle were stopping was actually the True Creator, and the real Amon had already completed His ascension ritual in another place.
Roselle also came to the same realization; he looked at the figure before him, who maintained a gentle smile, and felt as if he had been played for a fool.
Sighing deeply, he said with little emotional fluctuation:
"It seems that you, having retrieved the first blasphemy slate, are already a true Visionary, but I always feel that your state shouldn't be this good."
"Is it worth making such a great sacrifice for a mischievous child?"
The True Creator shook His head, His tone already calm as He said:
"As a father, you should be able to understand my choice."
Roselle shook his head, his words slightly sarcastic as he said:
"I don't understand, after all, whether it's Bornova or Bernadette, they are very lovely children, unlike your family's mischievous child; they are worth my sacrifice."
The True Creator stopped continuing this topic; His body turned into shadow and merged into that pitch-black, lightless "ocean," disappearing along with the projected Chaos Sea.
Roselle looked up and met Klein's gaze above the Gray Fog, sighing somewhat helplessly:
"These two, father and son, are both top-tier conspirators; compared to them, Medici can only honestly be a Provoker."
After a long silence, Klein finally asked, "Do you have any good suggestions for digesting the Miracle Invoker potion?"
Roselle chuckled and said without hesitation:
"Simple, you go to the Astral World, let the Gods make wishes to you, and then fulfill their wishes; that way, the feedback you receive will be the greatest."
Fulfill the wishes of the Gods? He really dares to say that; whether it's the River of Eternal Darkness, or the Brood Hive, or the Nation of Disorder, none of these are things I can obtain.
Even if I lower the requirements, what they hope for must still be to merge with adjacent Pathways; the Goddesses have either already done so or their opponents are too strong, forcing them to huddle together for warmth.
As he pondered, Klein heard Roselle's voice again:
"For example, right now, I have a wish: I hope to clear the corruption on this book."
As he spoke, Roselle raised the book he held in his right hand, which was completely enveloped in shadow.
"I'll try." After a moment of silence, Klein still decided to make some attempts.
At the Abraham Family, the Elder Council initiated by Lawrence was discussing matters concerning Mr. Door.
Even knowing that Mr. Door was very likely corrupted and in a very troubled state, most of them still held a glimmer of hope, believing that if they could help Mr. Door return and establish a stable anchor, all problems would be resolved, and the Abraham Family would gradually regain its former glory as the first Angel Family.
Their discussion had not yet yielded results when a door outlined by pure starlight suddenly materialized, and streams of azure light descended from the other side of the door, falling into the conference room, rapidly solidifying into various forms.
There were translucent, strangely shaped keys, quietly burning brilliant sparks, miniature starlight doors, crystal balls formed by countless worms, and transparent, almost illusory crystals.