"What is this? Landing as an Angel—among Mystery transmigrators, there shouldn't be many better than me, and moreover..."
Feeling his extraordinary abilities and unique authority, "Wu Ming" suddenly notices something unusual.
"Why can I still maintain rationality without anchors, and there's no residual initial spiritual pollution at all? This body actually only retains my own consciousness!"
According to the original work's setting, every mythical creature retains initial spiritual imprints, needing to use believers' cognition of themselves as anchors to achieve three-way balance with their own will.
Without proper anchors, one would uncontrollably lose reason, heading toward the abyss of losing control.
As a newly advanced Angel, "Wu Ming" only retains his own will, unaffected by other spiritual pollution—even True Gods couldn't achieve this.
"Could it be changes brought by my transmigration golden finger? Or the result of the Fallen Mother Goddess's transformation?"
Last night, he had already absorbed this body's original owner's memory fragments, which felt like watching a television series.
Whether intentionally or by coincidence, the body he descended into and possessed belonged to a member of "Abraham," and was a Beyonder—a "Magician."
This unlucky child, Nimrod Jot Abraham, died yesterday under the family's hereditary curse during the sudden red moon change.
The current "Wu Ming" has inherited this identity and, with the Fallen Mother Goddess's help, taken a Sequence 2 Planeswalker characteristic from Mr. Door to become an Angel.
The price is that he must help the Fallen Mother Goddess regain the Moon and Earth's two Uniquenesses and high-sequence Beyonder characteristics, as well as the portion of the Mother Nest torn to Earth.
This has been written into his instincts after being given new life by the Fallen Mother Goddess—unlike spiritual pollution, he simply cannot exempt himself from or violate it.
Regarding his golden finger, he doesn't understand it well yet, only knowing that after entering deep meditation, he can see a nearly illusory yet overlapping world with reality, and seemingly just by moving his thoughts, he can enter it.
As the thought arises, Nimrod prepares to continue investigating to determine whether his body's abnormality is due to his golden finger or the Fallen Mother Goddess's influence, when he hears rhythmic knocking sounds.
"Who is it?"
Nimrod stands up, suddenly disappearing from before the desk and abruptly appearing at the study door. Without extending his hand, the tightly closed door suddenly opens as if blown by wind, cracking open a gap.
"Master, it's your faithful servant Noor."
A somewhat fawning voice enters Nimrod's ears. As the door opens, what enters his vision is a somewhat short, very thin black-skinned man.
He wears the Southern Continent's characteristic gray linen short shirt, with a hat woven from dried grass on his head. His face shows a fawning smile as he stands somewhat fearfully at the door.
"What is it?"
Nimrod raises an eyebrow, asking in an indifferent tone. Having merged with the original owner's memories, he naturally knows this black-skinned man's identity.
This is a slave he had bought from a certain tribe in the Pas River Valley when establishing the plantation years ago, currently responsible for managing the plantation's many slaves.
In the Southern Continent, within the Loen Kingdom's colonies, slave trade is completely normal. Though laws prohibiting slave trade have long been promulgated, they only target citizens of the Loen Kingdom.
Regarding these local indigenous tribes, no one cares. For the power holders in the Loen Kingdom's colonies, they're just consumable numbers. Only when numbers decrease too drastically, affecting the kingdom's rule over the locality, do they control slave trade.
At other times, they mostly turn a blind eye—after all, without these power holders' tacit permission, how could slave trade flourish?
"My most respected master, uh, some bad news."
Speaking here, the thin black-skinned man seems somewhat afraid, then continues:
"For unknown reasons, among your property—the many slaves purchased—two died last night."
Looking at the young gentleman before the door wearing an expensive suit and bow tie, Colon can't help but lower his head even more, quietly asking:
"Do I need to make a trip to the police station in the city?"
Though he manages the many slaves in the manor and has certain authority, essentially he remains a slave and cannot make decisions about the master's property.
When he counted numbers this morning, he found two people missing. When he led people to the servants' quarters located in the manor's fields, he discovered those two had already died, passing away silently in their bedroom.
Hearing Colon's words, Nimrod considers for a moment and says:
"No need. Find a place to bury them."
As a Planeswalker, an Angel, his spirituality had long discovered those two dead people, and he doesn't take this matter to heart.
"Yes, my master."
Watching Colon's figure disappear at the stairway entrance, Nimrod closes the study door again and lies down on the nearby sofa.
As his eyes close, he naturally enters a state of deep meditation.
Instantly, a majestic palace wrapped in white radiance appears in his mind. As thoughts flash, the next second, his body appears within the palace.
With his entry, Nimrod feels the entire palace seemingly trembling, as if welcoming its master.
Looking around, Nimrod discovers there's nothing in this palace except some exquisitely beautiful murals that are either carved or printed on the surrounding walls.
Some depict battle scenes between huge light shadows overlooking star rivers and giant transparent worm tentacles wrapping worlds.
Others depict scenes of humans practicing slash-and-burn farming and transmitting civilization.
At the forefront beneath all murals stands a massive throne accumulated from brilliant starlight and pure white stone blocks. On the throne sleeps a human figure.
"Murals like Livshid's, recording this world's history?"
Nimrod isn't panicked, quietly looking at that figure, because it bears "his own" appearance.
The next moment, he raises his left foot, directly traveling to before the huge throne and merging with that sleeping figure.
"This is my golden finger? A Uniqueness and unique Source Quality that came with transmigration?"
After merging with his sleeping self, Nimrod finally grasps this palace's information.
His golden finger—this palace—is a Source Quality named [Mirror World]. It's an illusory realm, a world existing only in mirrors. Additionally, it comes with a Uniqueness—[Blank].
This Source Quality and Uniqueness don't belong to the original Earth's nine great Source Qualities, nor do they come from other Outer Gods of this universe.
This is a product of his high-dimensional soul's transmigration and combination with this universe—a newly born incomplete item, lacking all Beyonder characteristics of this pathway except the Uniqueness and Source Quality.
According to the Lord of Mysteries world's mysticism foundation, he simply cannot become an Old One. But his new sequence is different.
As a cornerstone, the [Blank] Uniqueness can undergo qualitative change by aggregating with multiple non-adjacent pathway Sequence 1 characteristics, thereby occupying other pathways' authority and symbols—very abstract, also very bizarre.