"Purpose? Very simple. I want to unite the Abraham family and lead them back to the top of the North and South continents!
Dorian, do you still want to live this kind of life? Hiding everywhere, being hunted by orthodox churches and the Aurora Order, not even daring to use your original surname. The current you simply insults the Abraham name!
You have forgotten past glory, forgotten that we were once beings standing at the top of this world, haven't you? Augustus, Castiya, Einhorn, Sauron—these families in the past were just our stepping stones!
Don't you want to take revenge on those students who once betrayed the family? Don't you want to personally finish off that good student of yours?"
Hearing Dorian's inquiry, Nimrod laughed loudly and stood up, speaking his purpose. He had come here today for one thing—to unite the entire Abraham family's power, make them his foundation, spread faith for him, and prepare future anchors.
With his laughter, voices that could directly pierce through spirit bodies transmitted into Dorian's mind, making blood vessels on his forehead throb and filling his eyes with fine threads. His body shone brilliantly, as if about to step into the abyss of losing control again.
After a long time, Dorian Gray, having eased the mental pain, said bitterly:
"If possible, I naturally want to live bearing the Abraham surname. But we are really too weak now. Even if you are an angel, you fundamentally cannot contend with the Aurora Order and the orthodox churches. Unless you can make the ancestor return and solve the curse."
"Give up on that, Dorian. I won't let the ancestor return. I have other methods that can temporarily free you from pain, so you'll no longer suffer from the curse's torment."
"What method?" A glimmer of light flashed in Dorian Gray's turbid eyes, like a drowning person grasping a chance to reach shore.
Looking at this middle-aged astrologer, Nimrod said solemnly:
"Besides believing in the ancestor, you and the family members must also believe in another hidden existence and help him accomplish certain tasks.
Rest assured, this won't cause loss to the family's interests. On the contrary, it can allow Abraham's new generation to gain power and step into high sequence thresholds.
In exchange, that hidden existence will shelter the family bloodline during full moons and blood moons, so you will no longer be troubled by the curse."
"Here it comes—is this His purpose? He wants the Abrahams to become tools of the hidden existence?"
This was a method Nimrod had prepared long ago—using the Old Days position represented by the Sefirot to forcibly block Mr. Door's calls for help, the same method Klein had used.
As for praying to "dear mother" and asking her to temporarily give up erosion, he had never considered it. From the moment Mr. Door was exiled, he had already been labeled as a tool.
Hearing the solution the other party mentioned, Dorian frowned:
"This won't work. Even if you really are Nimrod, I cannot possibly trust you with this. This doesn't just concern me alone—it involves the family's survival.
Regarding that hidden existence you mentioned, can I know which one it is?"
Dorian was silent for a moment before shaking his head to reject Nimrod's conditions. He couldn't possibly entrust the family's fate to a hidden existence he had never understood.
"Regarding Him, you can address Him as 'Opposite of All Things,' 'King of Mirrors,' 'God of Time and Space.'"
"I have never heard of such a hidden existence..."
Hearing the honorific names the other party mentioned, Dorian Gray hesitantly shook his head, indicating he wasn't clear and had never heard of them.
"This isn't strange," Nimrod nodded, then continued: "Regarding the starry sky, or rather the astral world, you should not be unfamiliar. Whether it's knowledge inherent in your pathway's potions or inheritance within the family, there are quite a few records.
That existence, in the First Epoch—even more ancient than the birth of ancient gods—lifted his divine kingdom to the astral world, no longer interfering with the real world. Naturally, no honorific names or records have been passed down.
Perhaps in the legendary Western Continent and God-Forsaken Land there might be some records, but ultimately incomplete.
If not for the approaching doomsday, that existence wouldn't begin his schemes or seek his agents on earth. If not for my deal with Him, the family would have no possibility of obtaining this method to solve the curse!
Rest assured, He is not like the True Creator, Cosmic Darkness, or Primordial Witch—filled with malice toward humans and requiring bloody primitive sacrifices."
Looking at the middle-aged man still hesitating, Nimrod sighed and asked:
"Do you still want to continue suffering from the curse's troubles? You have already entered middle age, and your body's condition has declined. How many more times can you endure the full moon curse?
Even if you can, what about Laubro? The intensified curse from yesterday's red moon anomaly—was the pain more intense than before? Who knows if such situations will happen again during the next full moon?
At that time, will they still be able to survive?
Dorian, think about the other family members, think about Abraham's new generation, and think about yourself. Do you want to disappoint your dead brothers, father, wife and children? Will you personally snuff out this spark of hope?
Moreover, even if you don't agree, I can seek out other Abrahams. This isn't any troublesome matter for me.
With my angel position and strength, I believe the vast majority of family members will agree."
In his rapid thoughts, Dorian let out a long sigh. He then withdrew his gaze, walked to the center of the room, found a position to sit down, and hid in the dim candlelight shadows.
After a long time, he released his tightly clenched hands and closed his eyes, as if making a decision that went against their ancestors:
"I will try to believe in that hidden existence you mentioned. If he really is as you say, holding goodwill toward the Abrahams, I will summon the five elders besides myself and persuade them to agree to your conditions. Can you tell me his honorific name?"
"Of course." Seeing that Dorian had initially compromised, Nimrod picked up the pen on the table and quickly wrote an honorific name on blank paper:
"Lone Wnder from the Stars Mirror Connecting All Time and Space
Final Future of All Things in the World"
This was something Nimrod had made up on the spot—a standard three-part divine honorific name, summarizing his current "Blank" pathway and partial symbolism of the incomplete Sefirot.
"Very unique honorific name, without death, evil, disaster and such descriptions. It seems not to be an evil god..."
Looking at the paper in his hand, Dorian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Earlier he had been afraid the first thing he'd see would be standard evil god honorific names like "Master Who Creates Everything, Dominator Behind the Shadow Curtain, Fallen Nature of All Living Beings."