Chapter 7 True Creator
Secrets Supplicant?
Literally, it means a person who prays to a hidden existence.
That sounds very much like a cultist's description.
Lu Ze savored the name for a moment, then continued, "So, what are the abilities of a 'Secrets Supplicant'?
"Secrets Supplicants can perceive certain mysterious and terrifying existences, possess some knowledge of sacrificial rituals and a small amount of ritual magic. More or less, they will experience distortions in their cognitive views. However, besides this, their physical strength is no different from ordinary people, and because of their higher spirituality, they are more prone to losing control than ordinary Beyonders."
"...Huh?"
More prone to losing control? What kind of characteristic is that! And his physical strength is actually no different from an ordinary person. No wonder he could knock down Siris with a candlestick. He felt incomparable to a Seer or a Sleepless.
Lu Ze couldn't help but click his tongue.
"You mustn't underestimate them. A Sequence 9 Secrets Supplicant is indeed not strong; their main threat comes from being prone to losing control. But their higher Sequence abilities are quite terrifying, known for being Evil, mad, and omnipotent," Dunn continued. "However, regarding their specific intelligence, for reasons of confidentiality, I cannot tell you."
"Alright, thank you very much."
Lu Ze nodded, half disappointed, half uneasy. Disappointed because he couldn't learn more about the Pathway information, and uneasy because, after Dunn's introduction, he could vaguely see the desperate prospects of this Sequence.
"Speaking of which, if you really want to understand the abilities of a Secrets Supplicant, shouldn't you be asking yourself?"
Just then, the green-eyed Nighthawk, who had been observing Lu Ze but hadn't spoken, interjected with a smile. He was handsome, dressed casually, and had a romantic and somewhat frivolous air like a poet.
Just not as handsome as me.
Lu Ze muttered in his heart, nodding to the other party, "Excuse me, Mr. Nighthawk."
"My name is Leonard Mitchell."
"Mr. Leonard, what do you mean?"
"No need to be so formal, just call me Leonard. I mean, the potion comes with information. The moment you became a Secrets Supplicant, the relevant knowledge was already etched into your mind." The green-eyed Nighthawk, who called himself Leonard, bent his knuckle and tapped his forehead, saying with a light laugh, "Why don't you try meditating? You might just find out your abilities."
Is it that simple?
Lu Ze felt a bit incredible, but still decided to give it a try, "How exactly do I meditate?"
So Leonard taught him the method of meditation. Lu Ze followed his instructions, closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and tried to communicate with his inner self.
The night street was very quiet. The other two in the carriage also stopped talking. For a moment, only the sound of the carriage moving on the road could be heard. Soon, Lu Ze cleared his mind and indeed discovered some things that did not originally belong to him.
"I feel it, it seems to be some sacrificial knowledge."
He murmured, his expression slightly changing, his face full of disgust, "Truly insane."
It turned out that most of this sacrificial knowledge was very twisted and evil, instructing him in detail on how to please evil gods, including sacrificing flesh and blood, people's lives, and even their desperate extreme emotions before death.
"Besides that?"
Dunn pressed, it was a novel experience for him to learn about the Secrets Supplicant's intelligence from a first-person perspective.
"There are also some... ritual magic."
Lu Ze frowned, pondering carefully, "But many rituals are very insane, built upon pleasing evil gods, and the effects obtained are also extremely twisted."
"It's pretty much the same as what's written in the internal documents."
Dunn nodded. He noticed that the other party's condition was somewhat poor, so he said, "That's enough, Lu Ze, end the meditation."
"Okay."
Lu Ze responded, but he didn't stop.
Hmm? I should have stopped, why am I still looking deeper?
Lu Ze was a little puzzled, but he continued. There seemed to be something at the deepest part. Some irresistible force was pushing him to dive deeper into his consciousness.
Who do Secrets Supplicants worship?
Who are the beings invoked by those rituals?
Mad, surging thoughts drove him, making him desperately pursue the honorific name of that grand entity carved deep within the potion. It was like forcing flesh into a narrow cave; even if bones were already shattered, muscles still wriggled deeper like a worm. Finally, he saw, he heard, he remembered. Beneath that inverted cross, in that blood-red sky, piled upon Siris's shattered corpse, carved and filled with praise for the Lord! That was the Lord's name—
"True Creator."
Lu Ze trembled in fear, and in a strange language he had never learned, with immense joy and despair, he involuntarily chanted:
"The Lord who created all."
"Stop!"
A sudden roar startled Lu Ze from his hallucination.
Opening his eyes, he saw Dunn pressing on his shoulder, his other hand already drawing his revolver, while Leonard had also stood up, hunched over, as if ready for battle.
Dunn gazed at him with deep eyes, and only when he saw him regain clarity did he let out a sigh of relief and slowly sit back down.
"What were you doing just now?"
He demanded.
"Just checking the knowledge carried by the potion."
Lu Ze was quite innocent.
"You were trying to call out the True Creator's honorific name in Hermes!"
Dunn said gravely.
"What is that? Is it serious?"
Lu Ze's head was buzzing, aching and dizzy. During the meditation, he had gained a large amount of mysterious knowledge from the potion, filling his head. From the corner of his eye, he once again saw irregular black lines and illusory limbs appearing in the corner of the carriage. They peered at Lu Ze, emitting inexplicable murmurs.
"Serious?"
Leonard scoffed, "If you had been lucky enough to finish chanting the entire honorific name just now, you would already be a Lunatic like that Siris!"
Lu Ze couldn't help but swallow, instinctively glancing at the revolver in Dunn's hand.
In other words, they would have just shot him.
Dunn put away his revolver and said:
"The True Creator is the evil god worshipped by the Aurora Order, which is the 'Lord' Siris spoke of. You mentioned before that when you fell into a hallucination, you saw an inverted giant, right?"
"Yes."
Lu Ze nodded, then suddenly froze.
Could it be...
"The inverted giant is the most classic image of that evil god."
Dunn said calmly.
"Hiss..."
Lu Ze took a deep breath, startled and alarmed.
A chill ran from the soles of his feet up his spine, finally exploding in his mind.
No wonder Siris said he had the aura of the "Lord" on him.
"Why is this happening?"
He murmured subconsciously.
Why did Lu Ze, before crossing over, see such hallucinations?
What relationship could this have with his transmigration?
"I really was just checking the potion's knowledge. This honorific name came with the potion, and the moment I saw it, I couldn't help but chant it out," he defended himself. "I also didn't know what the consequences of chanting it would be."
If he thought about it carefully, besides the True Creator, there seemed to be another honorific name in the potion, but given the current situation, he'd better not mention it for now.
"I believe you, but don't do that again next time."
Dunn looked at him deeply and said.
Lu Ze nodded repeatedly.
After this, the atmosphere in the carriage became strange and quiet. None of the three spoke again until the four-wheeled carriage carried them to their destination.
Blackthorn Security Company—the sign bearing these words was illuminated by a gas streetlamp. The entire building stood silently in the deep night, guarding the city's slumber. The carriage door was pushed open, and the cool night breeze brushed against his face. Lu Ze's spirits lifted, and he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, Mr. Dunn."
He spoke up, "My sister was a bit rude when she spoke to you just now. She's young and doesn't know any better, so please be understanding."
Dunn, with one foot already out of the carriage, stopped and turned his head when he heard this.
"Do you think I would mind?"
He asked calmly.
You probably wouldn't mind, but I still have to say something.
Lu Ze thought to himself.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Dunn suddenly smiled and said something not quite related.
"Your sister takes very good care of you."
"Huh?"
Lu Ze was a little bewildered, seeing Dunn point to his fingernails, hair, clothes, and other places.
"You were often in a semi-mad state due to hallucinations before, unable to look after yourself. But your fingernails and hair are meticulously trimmed, and your clothes, though old, are very clean—this shows that your sister has been diligently caring for you. And when facing me, a male police officer whose power is far superior to hers, even if she was afraid, she dared to talk back, simply to protect her brother."
Dunn put his police cap on his head and turned to exit the carriage, his last words disappearing into the night breeze, "How could I mind a slight impoliteness from such a noble lady?"