"First, I must tell you that there are some things I can only tell you in part. Some secrets will attract the attention of the gods, and some knowledge, if learned too early, could very well bring disaster," Wei Gao coughed and said to Klein. Only after seeing Klein nod did he smile and continue:
"Before that, I need to confirm one thing: what does the 'true creator' that your captain saw look like?"
This is an important question. Higher-dimensional observers need the eyes of mortals to observe the current state of the true creator. To the Outer Gods, even Aristotle or the Black Emperor Roselle wouldn't be considered insane. These scenes are considered normal in the eyes of the Outer Gods. In the years that the higher-dimensional observers have wandered through the universe, they have seen far more insane sights than these mortal gods.
What did it look like? Klein rubbed his head, recalling the scene Captain Dunn had described earlier:
"A cross, a gigantic cross, a cross that filled the sky. On this cross, black iron nails were driven into a naked man, his arms outstretched, his feet up, his head drooping like a pendant, his body covered in streaks of blood. But, the captain said, one could sense a resolute emotion on his face, yet all around him was filthy darkness and churning flesh..."
"Okay, I understand." Wei Gao nodded and said, "If it's the question you asked before, I can answer you in a way that you can understand: The true creator is, in a sense, the 'first transmigrator,' and comes from the same 'world' as us. Through the communication between the god behind me and the true creator, He also hopes to establish contact with the one behind you. This is a gesture of goodwill."
After saying that, Wei Gao chuckled: "Of course, in this world's terms, you are someone the true Creator particularly likes and wants you to quickly go to serve beside His throne. But would you accept such a statement?"
Obviously, Klein, as a model youth of the new era, would not accept it.
"Furthermore, He helped you when Old Neil was corrupted by the Hidden Sage. Otherwise, if it had dragged on any longer, Old Neil would have completely lost control, and death would have been his only fate. Being corrupted to that extent by an evil god, only a deity could save him. This should be enough to prove His sincerity. I think you should be able to understand the key point, Klein. But I guess you still want to ask me other questions, right?"
Klein nodded and pressed further, "Then how do you explain the Aurora Society's actions regarding the Antigonus family notes? I saw Sirius's letters with Mr. Z at his place."
Wei Gao remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking:
"This is a legacy of history, Klein. Did you know that in the Fourth Epoch, the true creator was the god orthodoxly worshipped in the Solomon Empire?"
"But He went mad..."
The true creator and the higher-dimensional observer huddled together, watching the higher-dimensional being slowly recount to Klein the history beginning from the Fourth Age, a history that had not been altered by the true gods. They carefully selected out words and knowledge that might cause corruption, but also left several gaps in the history they were telling Klein.
When the higher-dimensional observer was halfway through his story, the Goddess of Night slipped over. While watching the higher-dimensional observer's live stream, she added some harmless "details."
The higher dimension meticulously removed knowledge about the true god, merely narrating the conflicts between nations from an observer's perspective. Yet, even this description weighed heavily on Klein's heart, as if he were seeing through a fog a mad era where human life was treated like dirt.
Only the remnants of the past truly understand each other. Under the fabrication and secrecy of these three gods, even Adam failed to realize that they had prematurely exposed Klein to crucial information that would affect his attitude. Ultimately, Adam, being only divine, was still just an angel king. Even with the memories and experiences of being the ancient sun god, he couldn't detect the schemes of the two true gods and one of the ancient ones.
Although this history was enough to leave a significant impact on the still somewhat immature Klein, enough to tip the scales, the High Dimensional Overlord, considering the possibility of the three gods, Wind, White, and Wisdom, overturning the table, refrained from defaming them at the strong insistence of the Goddess of Night.
Klein walked down the street somewhat dejectedly. He hadn't gotten a way back from Wei Gao Klein chuckled softly, a hint of self-mockery in his voice. From their conversation, Klein seemed to sense that the Aurora Society and Wei Gao, his fellow countryman, genuinely meant him no harm. But remembering Wei Gao's last words, he couldn't help but sigh.
"If you trust me, please contact the one behind you. We will communicate with Him." Wei Gao said to Klein with a sincere expression. "I will tell you two honorable names. If you encounter a life-threatening situation, you can pray to them."
Klein glanced at the slip of paper in his hand, which contained the names of two true gods; one belonged to the true creator, while the other likely belonged to the one behind the higher dimensions. In addition, there was a spell to summon a messenger.
Klein silently memorized them, deciding not to utter those two names unless absolutely necessary. He was certain that the higher-dimensional "beings behind him" and the true creator listed as an evil god didn't harbor much malice towards him but what if! What if the gray mist he had ascended had something special about it, which was why those gods wanted him to utter those names—then he would die unjustly!
Klein muttered to himself as he walked towards the security company that served as the Night Watchers' base, intending to report to the Night Watchers about the paper in the sealed artifact's hand that he had seen earlier. He had previously envisioned using his knowledge from before his transmigration to establish an international charitable foundation, ostensibly to aid the poor, but secretly to fund labor rebellions in various countries, thereby playing a game of power with the upper echelons of society and improving the lives of the lower classes.
but...
Thinking of the previous era, when extraordinary beings acted recklessly and treated human life as worthless; when many gods and angels walked the earth, they brought one devastating disaster after another to the people, Klein felt a little breathless.
He sighed and walked heavily toward the security company. Unfortunately, it seemed he could no longer do these things peacefully.
...
Above the gray fog, in the magnificent temple, an ancient and mottled bronze table rests quietly.
Klein, shrouded in a thick gray-white mist, sat at the head of the table, watching the still indistinct Justice and the Hanged Man appear at their usual seats.
Hmm, Miss Justice's emotions seem a bit unstable worried, uneasy, and confused… Klein, who had already activated his spiritual vision, noticed the unusual behavior of the only female member of the Tarot Club with just a glance. Even after a day, Klein's mood remained somewhat low, having learned the truth, so he didn't pay much attention to Audrey's feelings. However, in the eyes of Audrey and Alger, Klein's demeanor appeared as unfathomable authority.
"Hello, esteemed Mr. Fool." Although Susie's sudden ability to speak had given Audrey an extremely strong shock, the words that High Dimension had left on her sleeve had already been quietly transferred to Audrey through 0-0-8, subtly influencing her and making her eager to ask Him about the "White Moon" after the Fool's reading time.
After inquiring about the extraordinary pets, Audrey took out a piece of paper and respectfully handed it to the Fool. This new discovery improved Klein's mood considerably, somewhat mitigating the shock he felt upon learning that the High Dimension and he himself were favored by the true Creator.
As Klein exchanged a few casual words with Audrey, he glanced sideways at the first few lines of the diary:
"December 20th marks the start of a new year, but the feedback I've been receiving is very confusing and perplexing."
"There's no oil in this world! There's no oil at all!"
The lack of oil… Klein's pupils contracted slightly, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him. The absence of oil meant the Earth's original oil-based industrial system could not develop. No wonder the higher dimensions mentioned the God of Steam when discussing the history of the previous era…
While the history of the gods was vague, Klein still gleaned some strange observations from the higher dimensions' words. Driven by the time traveler "Rossel Gustav," the original god of craftsmen had merely propelled the era into the age of steam power, changing his name to "God of Steam and Machinery." Klein initially thought Rosell hadn't explored this technological path, but now, upon closer reflection, it was likely that development was limited by the planet itself.
Upon reaching the end of the diary, Klein discovered the following description:
"On December 23rd, perhaps I should consider that suggestion: to leave myself a way out outside the Church of the God of Craftsmen, perhaps by joining that ancient, secretive organization that secretly influences the world situation?"
When Klein saw this, he suddenly realized there was nothing more below, and his feelings were indescribable:
"Your Majesty, what is the name of that ancient, secretive organization that you speak of, the one that secretly influences the world's affairs? Is it something I don't know about?"
"Hiss... Wei Gao mentioned before that there was an organization that secretly influenced the world during the Third Epoch. Could it be the same one? I even asked him, but he said it wasn't that he didn't want to tell me, but that he couldn't... Damn, I feel like he used Zarathustra's template, while I used Roselle's? I'm the diviner, so this is reversed, isn't it? Why is he more of a charlatan than me, the diviner...?"
Klein guessed, inwardly scoffing. After reading it, Klein put down the diary and looked at Audrey and Alger in front of him. He was somewhat lost in thought, wondering what the path of the higher dimensions truly was.
Seeing that "Mr. Fool" had finished his reading time, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, composed herself, and became an "audience member," smiling slightly as she said:
"I'd like to know if there are any sequence potions named 'Arbitrator' and 'Actor'. Also, what kind of extraordinary being can pass directly through a wooden door or render the lock ineffective?"
It's an apprenticeship ability passed down through the Abraham family... Hmm, it seems my fellow countryman is quite reliable, he didn't lie to me about this kind of thing, or pretend to know what he didn't hmm, maybe it's related to his "golden touch"? Klein was about to speak when Alger, the "Hanged Man," beat him to it.
After Audrey made her promise to "investigate whether King Rune intended to start a war," Alger recounted the story in detail; however, when he mentioned the potion of "actors," Alger frowned and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
Audrey wasn't too disappointed, but simply leaned back gracefully in her chair, indicating that she understood. Seeing that Audrey didn't press the matter, Alger thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the head of the bronze table:
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have a question: Is the'Sanctuary' of the true Creator that the Aurora Society proclaims the same as the legendary 'Forsaken Land'?"
The Sanctuary? Didn't the High Dimension just mention this before? You're asking me about the True Creator? As a follower of the True Creator, I'm an expert in this… Klein tapped his armrest, adopting a profound and enigmatic expression, staring at Alger and putting considerable mental pressure on him. After a long while, Klein slowly spoke in a low voice:
"yes."
Alger's pupils dilated slightly, and he fell silent for a moment. He gasped for breath, unable to look directly at the Fool shrouded in the gray mist. Audrey observed Alger's expression, wanting to ask what exactly the Forsaken Land was, but felt the atmosphere was unsuitable. Seeing the Tarot gathering fall silent, Audrey looked around, recalling the strange painting she had seen earlier. She gave Klein an elegant smile and said:
"Mr. Fool, I saw a strange painting the other day."
A painting? Strange? Klein emerged from the shadow of the previous Aurora Meeting, regaining some of the "Fool's" aura. He leaned back in his huge chair, looking quite interested.
"Hmm… that painting depicts the scene of Dushi Bay, it's very well done." Audrey awkwardly used the method she had previously used to materialize her notes to display the painting in this gray mist space, but Klein's body stiffened when he saw it. Audrey's soft voice came from beside him:
"Mr. Fool, why is the moon in this painting white?"
Klein turned his head and gazed at the painting. Ripples flowed across the canvas, and the pure white moonlight spilled onto the shore, giving the painting an unparalleled atmosphere of tranquility.
It was pure white moonlight.