"You did an excellent job on this mission," Wei Gao said. "I know you did it with Mr. Z. Don't be nervous. It doesn't violate any rules. On the contrary, the Lord is very pleased with the harmony between you."
"Now, you have two choices: one is to choose the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Black Knight' and become a saint through the Hanged Man pathway. The other is to choose the 'Sun' pathway and choose to change your path to become a demigod." Wei Gao stared at Mr. A and said in a detached tone, "In any case, based on your merits, you will become the Lord's sixth saint."
"...If my choice is beneficial to the Lord, I choose the Sun. Even if I can no longer gloriously walk the Lord's path, I will still be the Lord's shepherd," Mr. A said sincerely, his eyes devoid of any falsehood. Gao Wei nodded and handed a small box to Mr. A: "Very good, the Lord does indeed hope that you can choose the 'Sun' path. However, submission to the Sun God is only temporary; the Lord will eventually recreate the glory of the mythical era and reclaim his rightful authority."
"Thank God." Mr. A fearfully made the sign of the cross on his chest and accepted the box from Wei Gao with his trembling hands. A smile appeared on Wei Gao's face as he said to Mr. A, "Since you have chosen this path, I will read to you the decree that God has given you."
"Please speak."
"Mr. A, the divine messenger of the Aurora Society, automatically became a Saint of the Aurora Society after ascending to the fourth demigod, and was conferred the title of'Saint of the White'. After becoming a Saint, he will be transferred to the Southern Continent to develop believers, while accompanying the Holy Mother Megaius and guarding the coming of the Lord."
Instantly, the believers in the entire classroom erupted in murmurs. They looked at Mr. A with eyes full of envy. Mr. A himself could hardly believe it—to be a guardian of the coming of the Son of God was the highest honor! He never imagined that he would receive such an honor and be able to serve by the Lord's side.
"Congratulations, A." Wei Gao clapped his hands, looking at Mr. A, who was too excited to speak—let's still call him Mr. A for now. He said gently, "Once the meeting is over, you can prepare for the ceremony to advance to the 'Darkness-Free One'."
"Praise be to the Lord! You are the Creator of all things, the All-Knowing and All-Powerful God, the Source of all greatness, and the Fallen Nature of all living beings." Mr. A fervently praised the true Creator, a sense of mission suddenly welling up within him. How could he not rejoice at the great honor bestowed upon him by the Lord ?
After discussing Mr. A's transfer order, it was Mr. Z's turn.
"Then, Mr. Z." Wei Gao turned to look at Mr. Z and said, "You are now a Shepherd of Sequence Five. After Mr. A was transferred, you will take over part of the forces left behind by Mr. A. At the same time, you will try to develop your own herd in Backlund to contribute to the Lord's return."
"Yes," Mr. Z replied respectfully. Then, Wei Gao continued, "Of course, you've only recently been promoted to 'Shepherd,' so to ensure the success of our subsequent plans, you need to increase the number of souls you shepherd. Once we've achieved some success, you can select a Sequence Six opposing Beyonder to shepherd."
"I see."
"Very good." Wei Gao nodded in satisfaction. "Next, it's about your tactics. Train harder and strive to complete the establishment of the 'Crusader' as soon as possible. At the same time, we have invested in the newly built technical university in Backlund. You need to select three people with relevant knowledge to take up positions there. I will leave this task to Mr. Z."
"Furthermore, the chamber of commerce originally established by Mr. A will be transferred to Mr. Z for further development. Note, Mr. Z, if you do not have sufficient ability to operate the chamber, your authority will be transferred to other divine messengers who have achieved high performance in operational aspects."
"I will certainly not fail in my mission!" Mr. Z said firmly. Mr. A, the last one to be given such an important position, already possessed the qualifications to serve the Lord. Mr. Z considered himself the first to see the chosen one, yet he lagged behind Mr. A in every area. "This is because I am not devout enough," Mr. Z confessed in his heart. "It must be because I do not understand the Lord's will as well as Mr. A."
But the next time they meet, he must be the most devout of all the messengers!
"Alright, meeting adjourned. Mr. A, please stay." After discussing a few things, Wei Gao announced the meeting was over. Of course, he took this opportunity to call Mr. A back.
"What's wrong, Your Excellency ?" Mr. A followed Wei Gao with some confusion. Wei Gao pushed open the door and led Mr. A to a secret room. This secret room was dark and deep, with only a black cross placed in the center. The rest of the room was shrouded in darkness, and nothing could be seen inside. Wei Gao reached out and took the box from Mr. A's hand, pulled out a photograph from his pocket, and slightly adjusted the angle. A table appeared out of thin air and fitted into the center of the secret room.
Mr. A was not surprised by this; it was only natural for those favored by God to receive the Lord's gifts, a privilege befitting their status. Moreover, Mr. A had witnessed higher dimensions using various abilities outside their own sequence, which he could only guess were gifts from God.
When it comes to the true creator, Aurora's crazy beauty's thinking is just that happy and simple.
Wei Gao took out the extraordinary materials from the box one by one and placed them on the table. Mr. A watched his actions and couldn't help but feel nervous after all, this was the ritual for advancing to demigod, and it was also the closest Mr. A had ever been to becoming a powerful demigod.
"Strip away your strongest, most unwilling emotions, then ingest the potion, and in the process, reinfuse these emotions. This is the ascension ritual of the 'Dark One.' You should understand the meaning of this ritual. Don't worry that you will lose them; the Lord will bless you, and His love for you will eventually return to you." Wei Gao spoke to Mr. A in a tone that mimicked God, placing a bottle of golden, sun-like potion in front of Mr. A: "The time has come to prove your piety, Mr. A."
For members of the Aurora Society, the emotion they are most reluctant to relinquish is undoubtedly their faith in the true Creator. How to detach this emotion and then reintegrate it depends on the steadfastness of their faith. For them, this ritual is both simple and difficult; its success hinges on their ability to truly resolve to temporarily relinquish the Lord's love. Mr. A took a deep breath, picked up the potion before him, closed his eyes, and put it into his mouth.
Wei Gao looked at Mr. A, who was surrounded by sunlight, with a somewhat dark expression.
...
Klein was in a state of high excitement.
When Klein woke up the next morning, he realized just how dreamlike the events of the previous night had been. If it weren't for the lingering pain from the depletion of his spiritual energy, he would have truly believed that everything that had happened the night before was just a dream.
He and the members of his self-organized "Tarot Club" killed a powerful individual whose true strength was equivalent to a Sequence 5 expert!
...Although he basically only used the talisman once, and the talisman was given to him by a higher dimension.
Qilangos is dead, and Mr. Hanged Man's commission will be over. He also requested support from the Fool, and some gold pounds will be deposited into his account no, the talisman was given to me by Old Gao, so I have to give him half of the reward. Hmm, last night Audrey secretly prayed to me, saying that because she reported Qilangos's disguise to her father, she could receive ten thousand gold pounds, and hoped that it could be used as public funds for the Tarot Society's followers in the future very good, Klein really admires Miss "Justice".
Unfortunately, Miss Justice's 10,000 pounds cannot be cashed out yet; Audrey will have to wait a while before she can withdraw the 10,000 pounds to "donate".
"I'm rich now no, although I'm not rich now, I'll be rich later !" Klein thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.
When Klein arrived at Blackthorn Security Company in his carriage, he found Ms. Daly looking utterly exhausted. Piles of documents lay beside her, creating a hollow, almost lifeless expression on her face. This startled Klein, who nearly dropped the newspaper he was holding that carried the headline "Qilangos Killed."
Klein picked up the newspaper with a pang of regret; the news articles were all wrinkled he'd spent two pence on this newspaper!
"Little Klein." Daly Simone, supporting herself, looked at Klein, who was holding the newspaper. Her gaze was intense, and she suddenly looked at Klein very seriously, asking in a low voice, "How exactly did Dunn handle these documents before ?"
"Uh…" Klein was a little taken aback. In his memory, he had never seen his captain handle so many documents well, maybe the clerical staff were helping him ? Klein was unsure why Daly suddenly asked him this question, and carefully replied, "Maybe… well, Captain Dunn is quite skilled at these kinds of tasks ?"
"Sigh…" Daly suddenly leaned back, slumping into her chair with a hint of dejection. Looking at Klein's expression, she said softly, "Little Klein, what do you think Dunn would like ?"
"No way..." Klein heard Daly's words and suddenly thought of a rumor no, now it seemed that the rumor might be true. With the intention of helping someone, Klein cautiously asked, "Ms. Daly, are you looking to give the captain something ?"
"Yes, does Dunn have any favorite things ?" Daly glanced at the doorway, and after confirming that no one was around, she continued to whisper to Klein, "Don't tell Dunn, uh... you're his teammate, you should know what he likes, right ?"
Klein suddenly realized that if he dared to say he didn't know, he'd be out of a month's paycheck. Meanwhile, Leonard leaned numbly against the wall outside, too afraid to move. His expression was grave as he silently asked Pales, "Old man, do you think I'll be silenced...?"
"Heh, who knows?" Pales chuckled. "Or, how about I erase this memory for you ? That way you definitely won't be discovered."
"No way." Leonard pouted, tapping his chest four times. "Ms. Daly and Captain Dunn will definitely become a couple, and the goddess will bless them..."
"What a beautiful love story." The High Dimensional Observer looked at Klein, who seemed somewhat at a loss for words when faced with Daly's question, and couldn't help but say, "Look, two people in love with each other, isn't that wonderful ? Night, you're not getting any younger..."
"I think we should prioritize the bigger picture." The Goddess of Night abruptly interrupted the higher-dimensional observer, lest her low blood pressure be cured. She gazed at Klein's body, repeatedly checking for any remaining marks of the Celestial Venerable before she dared to relax. After a long while, she continued:
"…I cannot break ties with Adam now." The Goddess of Night paused. "Sacrificing a few is better than sacrificing the entire Tingen. After their deaths, I will let them ascend to my dark kingdom. The spirits of my believers will live forever in my kingdom."
"Your empty promises are truly like something God taught us." Upon hearing this, the high-dimensional observer immediately lost interest.
A life controlled by gods is utterly devoid of interest, as monotonous as a celestial puppet show. The higher-dimensional observer, unusually, once again harbored thoughts of stirring things up. In His view, the journey from sacrificing oneself for the people to seeking hatred and revenge against those being manipulated was a heart-wrenching tragedy. He believed He needed to change this stagnant situation.
"A storm is coming," the higher-dimensional observer said abruptly, drawing the attention of the goddess of night. Unseen by the gods of Earth, a pattern bloomed from His essence and spread across the person He was watching.
"That's right, a storm is coming." The Goddess of Night nodded, looking at the still bewildered Klein, feeling a touch of pity for her fellow countryman. But this pity was quickly cast aside by the Goddess of Night; for the sake of Earth, anyone's life was a bargaining chip. However, the Outer Gods sitting across the table were never concerned with the so-called "big picture."
The higher-dimensional observer cares only for itself. It may show favor to an individual that interests it, but it doesn't care about the survival of an entire civilization. Other Outer Gods are the same; they fight for their own interests and slaughter each other for their own instincts. They act on the instincts of the source matter, caring only about deriving pleasure from other things.
He is a cruel, high-dimensional observer, the eye that watches over all things; He is both the "observer" and a "player" in the play.
He is the most humane Outer God; He is the original humanity in this universe.
[He] was the storm that first swept through.
—To: Dear Goddess of the Night.
—I want to ask you, which is more humane, a god with humanity or a person with divinity?
—Without a doubt, you are human, whether in the old days or the era of the Demon Wolf, you are human. But you are willing to sacrifice a small number of people who love you for the sake of the whole.
—I overestimated your "humanity," it was your divinity that led you to make this judgment. A god as eager for the exchange of benefits as you, with your humanity squeezed out, is no different from an external god, yet you retain the inherent human flaw of dividing up benefits.
— Utterly boring.