Hearing Klein Moretti's answer and seeing Dunn Smith nod as well, Daly Simone clapped her hands in satisfaction:
"Alright, Klein Moretti. Dunn Smith and I still have some things to discuss, so we won't waste any more of your time here—hehe, youth is always fleeting, you must cherish it well. However, don't forget to write a letter to Mr. L later and ask him for information regarding the Aurora Order and Triss."
"However, I still need to remind you of one thing." Dunn Smith took over from Daly Simone:
"Do not easily trust him. The members of the Aurora Order are all Lunatics who devoutly believe in the True Creator. If there were any exceptions..."
Daly Simone continued, "Then it must be that he doesn't believe in the 'True Creator,' but I don't think that's a realistic possibility..."
But he seems to really not believe in the "True Creator"... Klein Moretti muttered to himself, then asked cautiously:
"I understand. Then, Captain, do I need to submit the content of the letter for you to check?"
"No need." Dunn Smith shook his head:
"The spirituality of mid-Sequence Beyonders is quite sharp; they might be able to tell if the content of a letter has been carefully screened. You just need to follow what Deacon Crestet said earlier and perform the check after communicating with 'Mr. L'."
Klein Moretti nodded. Seeing that Dunn Smith had nothing more to say, he bid Dunn Smith farewell and prepared to write the letter.
However, just as Klein Moretti reached the door, Dunn Smith suddenly called him back: "...Wait."
Did the Captain forget something again? Klein Moretti muttered, turning his head to wait for Dunn Smith's further instructions. Dunn Smith considered his words for a moment and said to Klein Moretti:
"You've fallen behind on quite a few Beyonder lessons. Tomorrow, um, tomorrow morning, come find Ms. Daly to learn the relevant knowledge."
After saying this in one breath, seeing Klein Moretti's somewhat inquisitive gaze, Dunn Smith hesitated for a moment: "There's nothing else."
"Alright." After greeting him again, Klein Moretti quickly left Dunn Smith's office.
He still highly suspected that there might be some special relationship between the Captain and Ms. Daly, feeling it was better for him to leave first.
After leaving Dunn Smith's office, Klein Moretti returned to his seat, took out paper and a pen from the side, and placed them neatly in front of him.
However, Klein Moretti did not start writing immediately but fell into a brief moment of thought.
It wasn't that he didn't know what to write, but rather that there was too much to write, leaving Klein Moretti unable to think of where to begin for a moment.
He somewhat irritably took out the pocket watch left behind by the original body owner's father from his pocket, staring at the hands constantly ticking with the mechanical movement, and quickly had corresponding thoughts in his mind.
He and Nimrod weren't actually that close; the reason they were so close now was really because of their status as fellow countrymen... Hmm, Captain Dunn Smith was right; I really shouldn't trust others too easily, even if he is my fellow countryman... At the very least, I should wait until we are familiar with each other...
Today is the 12th, Thursday... Hmm, then I'll start the conversation from the gathering on Saturday, then ask about matters related to Triss in a roundabout way, and reveal a little bit about my current job...
It's just that I still feel the Church of the Night is being too lenient with me, someone associated with an "Evil God's messenger"... I also have to be careful about whether the high-ranking members of the Church have other ideas...
Hmm, after all, I still don't know the attitude of the churches in this world toward "Transmigrators," but Emperor Roselle's final fate was certainly not very good...
Amidst the flurry of thoughts, Klein Moretti began to write the letter to Nimrod.
"Mr. Nimrod:" "Um, hello, I am Klein, Klein Moretti."
After much thought, Klein Moretti still didn't use his original name.
After all, for Klein Moretti, the shock and strangeness brought to him by this world were equally immense. For him, it was hard to say which was easier to trust: the "Church" or an "individual."
However, Klein Moretti had also signed the confidentiality agreement of the Church of the Night. He considered himself to have a conscience and morals, and he wouldn't reveal the Church's secrets to Nimrod.
Furthermore, although Klein Moretti trusted colleagues like Dunn Smith, he, having been deeply involved in online politics, knew very well that for certain big shots, their ideologies were not the same as those of the organization's members, and sometimes even differed greatly.
Therefore, Klein Moretti wasn't sure if his letter would be opened and read. He didn't dare to gamble on that possibility; what if it really was opened? Wouldn't all his secrets be exposed to others?
Even if it were a secret letter written in Chinese, just the fact that others knew he could speak "Roselle language" would be enough to drive a considerable number of Beyonders and nobles crazy!
"I would like to ask, regarding the 'meet again' you mentioned last time, when and where should we meet?"
"In addition, I have passed the Church of the Night's review and have now become an official Nighthawk. I don't know if you have seen the Church's wanted poster, but I have something I want to ask you about an 'Instigator' on the wanted poster."
"If you receive my letter, please reply to the Blackthorn Security Company. Thank you."
"..." "..." "..." "...Oh, I see." Looking at the letter Klein Moretti had sent to his mailbox, Nimrod pondered it carefully and roughly inferred what Klein Moretti had encountered from the text in the letter.
[It seems that because of our existence, Amanises is getting a bit restless.]
The phantom of the Celestial Worthy sat on the table beside Nimrod, with an indescribably dashing and flamboyant posture, holding a vintage pipe in His hand: [She has chosen to raise the stakes, so what are you going to do next?]
"According to what you said, the Evernight Goddess cannot yet determine whether 'I' am just a 'vessel' similar to Klein Moretti or the resurrected 'mystery'."
Nimrod pulled out a piece of paper from the side and wrote lines of ancient and elegant text on it in Hermes Language: "Then, if it were you, what would you do?"
[You're asking Me now.] The Celestial Worthy chuckled, but showed no intention of refusing to answer: [Of course, it would be much better to let Her mistake the individual 'Nimrod' for the 'Lord of the Mysteries'. As for the reason, I don't think you are stupid enough to need Me to explain it.]
Exposing one's weak side to others has no benefits; the friendship of fellow countrymen can never compare to that final supreme throne.
In this cruel world, the gods who can ascend to godhood amidst brutal slaughter are never merciful.
A smile similar to that of the Celestial Worthy appeared on Nimrod's face as he handed the letter in his hand to the "animated void" that appeared from the side: "Of course." "I have never believed in the mercy of gods."
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#52ceremony
The content of the letter Nimrod wrote after receiving Klein's letter was very simple; basically, it responded to the questions in Klein's letter, set a meeting for Saturday afternoon, and incidentally included some information about Triss.
For instance, the matter of Triss becoming Triss.
If Nimrod remembered correctly, Klein's day off seemed to be on Monday; he figured Klein would enjoy slacking off at work and getting paid to eat.
As for the location, he called for Mr. Z, who had been waiting outside, and had Mr. Z notify those members of the Aurora Order under his command who still looked like decent human beings to help him book a private restaurant.
Referencing the methods of so many senior Transmigrator Outer Deities, Nimrod prepared to give Klein a little surprise.
"Mr. L."
After arranging the matters, Mr. Z returned. Pressing his palm against his chest, he said respectfully, "Regarding the matter you instructed earlier, concerning Lanevus, we have obtained a lead."
"Tell me in detail." Nimrod signaled for Mr. Z to continue. Mr. Z nodded and took out a folded piece of paper from the leather bag he carried with him: "It is a lead submitted by Hannas Vincent. Recently, he discovered that the state of the lamb Cyril Aripis, who had previously had some dealings and cooperation with him, was somewhat abnormal, so he submitted a report to me."
Mr. Z's tone was somewhat angry, causing his pale, handsome face to twist for a moment—at this moment, he was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, complete with a bowtie, which allowed him to completely shed his previous image as a black-robed blob.
Because of the True Creator's excellent selection mechanism for divine messengers, you wouldn't feel any sense of incongruity even if Mr. Z went directly to attend a noble's gathering.
As for why Mr. Z changed his image... that goes back to when Nimrod had mentioned to Mr. Z that "this is clothing that is closer to the Lord's preferences."
After Nimrod said this, Mr. Z discarded his black robe without hesitation and wore formal attire even in the Aurora Order's stronghold.
And whether it was psychological or because the True Creator Grisha Adam remembered the clothes he often wore when he was still human (Note 1), Mr. Z truly felt that he was closer to the Lord.
Of course, in order to conceal his face, Mr. Z still had to wear a mask when going out.
"Then, I went to check on Cyril's state personally. However, I discovered that he had ignored the orders I previously issued and revealed the ritual to summon the Lord to that 'Lanevus' whom you specifically emphasized... They found a lamb who did not know our Lord and let this lamb conceive the incarnation of our Lord."
Mr. Z added, his tone extremely furious: "That lamb should have received incomparable glory, but letting our Lord descend into a lamb driven by conspiracy is a blasphemy against our Lord!"
Listening to Mr. Z's words, Nimrod adopted a contemplative posture. After a brief silence, he continued to instruct Mr. Z: "It seems our judgment was correct; there is indeed a mastermind pushing things from behind the scenes. Some things cannot be explicitly told to you—the mastermind cannot affect me, but it will affect you. Next, I will attempt to pray to the angels beside the Lord to seek their help."
"And what you need to do now is to continue as before, continue to gather the members of the Aurora Order, and simultaneously continue to monitor Lanevus."
Speaking of this, Nimrod's tone carried a hint of certainty: "He should have already started to regret it by now, worrying about whether he is capable of being the 'father' of a deity... Hehe, to get involved in the Lord's Divine Descent without being prepared to sacrifice for the Lord is truly too laughable."
"Alright, that's all. Go attend to your business; I might call you again later."
After sending off Mr. Z, Nimrod moved his chair aside a little and shouted at the empty air beside him: "Celestial Worthy, come do some work!"
The Celestial Worthy's figure immediately appeared, indistinctly, beside Nimrod. He gazed at Nimrod with eyes that carried no emotional color, though his tone was vastly different from that cold gaze: "Hehe, you certainly know how to order me around."
"Isn't this an opportunity for you to be able to come into contact with 'Sefirah Castle'?" Nimrod chuckled: "I am preparing to pray to 'Ouroboros' and ask him for some help—there are only these two at the peak of the Fate Pathway. The little snake is unreliable, so isn't the big snake the best one to find right now?"
The Celestial Worthy rapidly absorbed the information in Nimrod's words: "Hmm, although I don't quite understand who you are talking about, I understand what you mean—the two vessels chosen by the 'Key of Light' are currently fighting for the final divine position, and once a Fate Pathway deity is formed, He will likely immediately establish a connection with a Sefirah and become a true 'Old One'."
"So, you are preparing to invest in that'snake' beside the Ancient Sun God. You know that He can see more things, so you need my image to act as your support?"
"You are teachable." Nimrod said casually: "So let me see the strength of the strongest 'Cryptologist' in the entire universe? How do you think having an extra 'Key of Light' would be when opposing the joint forces of God Almighty and the Mother Goddess?"
The Celestial Worthy was silent for a moment, standing behind Nimrod: "You have convinced me. Of course, what we are thinking might not be the same."
His eyes narrowed slightly: "Why don't you directly devour the 'Key of Light'... or even devour the 'Circle of Inevitability' and the 'Goddess of Destiny', and thoroughly internalize the authority of Fate into our own bodies."
"That is the reason I am helping you. The reason I can tolerate sitting on the same throne as you is that you can make this throne wide enough."
"Alright, then shall I begin?" Nimrod didn't really care about the Celestial Worthy's statement; after all, he didn't have any friendship with these three Old Ones: "Don't drop the ball later."
The Celestial Worthy did not reply to Nimrod this time, just standing there in silence, looking exactly like an 'Attendant of Mysteries' serving the 'Lord of the Mysteries.' —Serving oneself was obviously an old tradition of the 'Fool' Pathway.
Nimrod set up candles, prepared the materials, and then arranged several layers of 'Wall of Spirituality' around himself.
The room, which was not very large, suddenly had no more fluctuations. Under the enhancement of the mystical ritual and the faint fragrance emitted by the essential oils, a slightly solemn atmosphere arose, but Nimrod's words quickly broke this sacred solemnity: "...It seems I got the materials wrong."
"—But it doesn't matter; the ritual is, after all, something used to attract the attention of high-ranking existences and establish a connection with them."
Nimrod let the gray fog on the back of his neck disperse a little, revealing the inverted pitch-black cross beneath it: "Lingering heroic spirit, kin of the True Creator, eye that gazes at fate."
"I have something regarding the 'True Creator' that I want to discuss with you."
"Care to grace me with your presence?"
Ouroboros, who was counting fate, suddenly felt something was wrong and cast his gaze toward Tingen City. Then, He saw a blob of gray fog that had been blessed by the Lord. Ouroboros: "...?"
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#53Ouroboros's help
Chapter 53: Ouroboros's Help
...Amon?
Ouroboros's voice suddenly became a little confused, as if He had seen something He had never seen before.
Originally, He had followed the Lord for thousands of years and believed His horizons were broad enough; He observed fate and believed He had seen tens of thousands of different life trajectories.
But what did it mean for Amon to pray to Him while carrying Sefirah Castle?
He had truly never witnessed such a scene.
But soon, Ouroboros's gaze once again shook off the brief confusion caused by witnessing something incomprehensible, becoming solid again:
...No, this is not Amon.
That's right, the one praying to Him now was not Amon; it couldn't possibly be Amon.
If it were Amon—that rebellious son of the Lord—who obtained Sefirah Castle, the first thing He would do would be to figure out the Lord's situation, then drag Medici out of hell and tie Him to a pillar to show off His Sefirah Castle.
And He Himself would likely not escape Amon's pranks; a meeting between the two might be a "summoning," but in no way could it be like this.
Given Amon's human nature, that's what He would be capable of.
Ouroboros's mercury-like eyes began to roll with the waves of fate. He looked at the figure praying to Him and saw a twisted, bizarre, malicious gray silhouette.
It was like an animated "Sefirah Castle," like an alien object wearing Amon's skin.
Ouroboros tried to cast His gaze into the Spirit World, but to His astonishment, He discovered that the figure had no projection in the Spirit World, yet He sensed that the Spirit World had taken on an imperceptible grayness compared to before.
Ouroboros's gaze began to tremble, with a hint of shattered blood-red appearing in His normally placid, lake-like eyes.
It was as if the entire Spirit World was enveloped in an extremely faint "shadow."
—Lord of mystery?
Ouroboros sighed, His brows furrowed tightly. His usually indifferent gaze could no longer maintain that composure.
He glanced at the River of Fate, but at this moment, all the chaotic destinies seemed to point to a single outcome.
He knew He could only go see Him.
Whether for Himself or for the Lord... In front of Nimrod, a mercury-like trace seeped out of the air, quickly solidifying into a somewhat illusory shadow before him.
Ouroboros extended His giant snake-like head, staring at the anomaly before Him with crimson eyes.
Ouroboros observed this fellow before Him—he bore the Lord's gaze, the Lord's blessing, yet he possessed Amon's appearance and was imbued with the aura of Sefirah Castle.
There were flaws everywhere on him; he was practically an Error that shouldn't exist in this world.
Nimrod wasn't too nervous, merely speaking casually to Ouroboros:
"Can you do me a favor?—It's related to the Divine Descent of the True Creator."
Ouroboros remained silent for a moment, then asked Nimrod before Him:
"I can."
He didn't ask about the appearance and identity of the person before Him. One reason was that Ouroboros didn't know what might happen if He asked rashly, and another was that He could still perceive Amon's fate.
Perhaps one of Amon's avatars went out of control, allowing the will of mystery to awaken within this avatar.
But... Amon was at least not dead, and for Ouroboros, that much was enough.
"You should be able to avoid the gaze of Amon's elder brother to a certain extent, and '0-08' is even less likely to affect you—"
Nimrod spoke directly:
"You should be able to observe what happened here through fate, so I won't say more. Ouroboros, I need your help to let the will of the True Creator gain the upper hand and achieve an advantage in the struggle with God Almighty."
Hearing Nimrod's words, Ouroboros's conviction about the identity of the person before Him grew stronger. He gently closed His eyes, then slowly opened them a moment later:
"I can bestow sufficient misfortune upon Ince Zangwill and Lanevus, and grant you a charm that will allow you to strip away the Lord's divinity. Is this help enough?"
"It's enough."
Nimrod didn't say much after hearing Ouroboros's words, instead directly asking:
"What do you need?"
Ouroboros gazed at Nimrod for several seconds, a gray silhouette reflected in His giant blood-red snake eyes: "Fate will bestow a gift upon me."
So, it means He expects me to help Him later... Nimrod watched Ouroboros quickly disappear before him, seemingly not wanting to stay a second longer, and couldn't help but mutter a few words to himself.
Ouroboros's giant shadow swiftly receded like flowing water, as if returning to the long River of Fate. Nimrod took two steps forward and picked up a "charm" from where Ouroboros had departed.
This "charm" was entirely in the shape of a snake scale, looking like an exquisite piece of craftsmanship cast from pure silver. The scale patterns naturally formed strange, circular, interconnected runes, with mercury-like luster rolling within the patterns, adding a touch of mystery to it.
"When necessary, use this charm to completely strip away Our Lord's divinity from the vessel."
Even though His figure had vanished, Ouroboros's voice still echoed in Nimrod's ears, though growing fainter. His tone remained indifferent, but somehow, Nimrod detected a hint of weariness in His voice:
"The Lord's mind is currently extremely insane. He... suffers from mental erosion and a lack of anchors. I cannot awaken Him, but I can provide you with necessary assistance."
"Oh, thank you."
Nimrod politely said to Ouroboros. He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and mumbled softly:
"Oh, right, Vice President Ou, if someone later recites your honorific name and prays to you for love... please don't respond. If you respond, you might just drive them mad..."
Nimrod felt a clear sense of confusion emanate from Ouroboros.
As the strange and solemn aura in the air completely vanished, Nimrod smiled, tucked the charm Ouroboros had given him into his exclusive Sefirah Castle pocket dimension, stood up, and walked out the door.
As he walked, he slowly began to summon Mr. Z. A shadow appeared beside Nimrod, and Mr. Z's gaze projected from within the shadow.
"I prayed to the angel of fate for help. Fortunately, I received His help."
Nimrod explained to Mr. Z, discreetly drawing the black scythe from the gray fog, and walked against the light towards the gradually darkening twilight: "Now, it's time to clean up that blasphemous opportunist."
Chapter 54: The Baton Has Force
Late at night, Lanevus slowly rose from the bed in his temporary lodging. After scanning his surroundings and confirming that it was safe, he quickly donned a pitch-black night-traveling suit.
After putting on the clothes, Lanevus chuckled softly, picked up the suitcase beside him, and walked quietly to the door.
This was the money he had swindled over the past few days from the fools he had contacted by leveraging the hidden influence and connections of the Aurora Order.
For this, he had prepared quite meticulously, even causing some wealthy individuals to trustingly invest a sum of money—as for what would happen to them after they lost this money, what did that have to do with him?
Those people who couldn't distinguish his lies, whose eyes were blinded by profit, and who were even willing to marry their daughters to him... he only thought they were naive and stupid.
Everyone is in it for profit; who is really any more noble than the next?
Thinking of this, a satisfied smile appeared on Lanevus's rather handsome face. He recalled the reason he had to leave, and remembered the taste of the girl whose feelings he had deceived.
He couldn't help but let out a disdainful chuckle from his throat, pushed open the door without any lingering attachment, and walked outside.
But the moment he stepped out the door, he saw a dense shadow appear before him. Lanevus became alert almost instantly.
—But that was of no use.
Shadows emerged one after another from the surrounding darkness. They all stared at Lanevus with calm eyes, forming an impenetrable wall.
Aurora Order... Lanevus recognized the origin of this group almost instantly. He clicked his tongue softly, retreated, and spoke with practiced familiarity, preparing to see if he could trick this group of Lunatics whose brains were filled entirely with faith:
"Listen to me, the Divine Descent of the Lord has already begun, you..."
"Strike."
Nimrod said calmly, raising the cane he held in his hand to strike Lanevus on the mouth with speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
To deal with, especially to capture, a "Swindler," the best method is to not listen to anything they say.
The combat power of a "Swindler," even among the sequence 8 of the Marauder Pathway, is basically at the bottom. The damage relies entirely on firearms, though with the help of that mouth, it can often achieve results greater than one plus one.
Therefore, before coming here, Nimrod had given instructions to the fanatics beside him to act according to the plan, and no matter what this "Swindler" said, they were not to believe or pay attention to it.
The first strike to the mouth prevents begging for mercy, the second to the legs prevents fleeing, and the third to the hands prevents resistance.
The baton has force, and the raised hand has precision.
After taking a few blows, Lanevus felt an excruciating pain throughout his entire body.
He was terrified for a moment, and in his heart, there was no longer any thought of trying to deal with these Lunatics from the Aurora Order before him.
Lunatics! This group of people are all Lunatics!
Only a few days ago, when he was discussing with Cyril how to make the True Creator descend, they were still extremely respectful to him. How could their attitude towards him have done a 180-degree turn in just a few days?!!
Furthermore, this bunch of Lunatics had absolutely no intention of listening to him!
While protecting his blood-stained face with his hands, Lanevus used his Beyonder abilities to create many Illusions around himself, releasing mental interference.
He was a sequence 8 Beyonder after all, and starting from sequence 8, Beyonders possess some abilities that are clearly beyond ordinary people and not within the scope of what can be learned!
Sure enough, the Illusions he created had a certain effect on the surrounding Beyonders.
The frequency of those baton-like things striking him decreased significantly. Just as he wanted to rally his spirits and flee toward a weak point, the surrounding Illusions shattered instantly, and a face that was somewhat familiar to him appeared before him.
"Unfortunately for you, I am a 'Cryptologist'."
Nimrod said unhurriedly: "So, those little tricks of yours are useless against me."
Seeing Nimrod appear before him, Lanevus's face instantly turned pale—as a member of the Hermetic Order of Fate, he and the other Beyonders of the Hermetic Order of Fate were all aware that there was a terrifying existence at the top of their Pathway.
This terrifying existence was different from other high-ranking figures; He was extremely malicious, would casually devour all Beyonders of the "Marauder" Pathway who approached Him, or even actively hunt them down, toying with them as casually as a cat playing with a mouse.
And the face of the person appearing with the other Aurora Order members was exactly the same as that terrifying existence named "Amon."
Before Lanevus could think of a countermeasure, a heavy sound rang out behind him. The baton swung by Mr. Z was full of force, instantly sending Lanevus into a sweet dream; he clearly had a talent for being a "Dream Weaver."
Nimrod lightly pushed the glasses on his face with his finger.
His monocle was worn on his left eye, which was not the same side as Amon's. Although ordinary "Marauders" had their "Superior Observation" boosts removed by Amon, making them unable to effectively distinguish and escape Amon.
However, the left or right side of a monocle was still very easy for them to distinguish, it was just that being in a state of extreme fear made Lanevus unable to think about these issues.
"You have done well. Next, take him back to our place and keep him strictly imprisoned. There may be traces left by the Lord on him."
Nimrod said to Mr. Z beside him and the surrounding Aurora Order members: "We should go back. The heretics of the Storm are very attentive to capturing us; perhaps it won't be long before they smell the scent of blood here and follow the clues to find us."
"That's right. Although they cannot find us, they will cause us a lot of trouble, which will make the Lord's Divine Descent even more difficult. If that happens, it would be a huge mistake and sin for us."
Nimrod felt that he had a talent for being a charlatan—he remembered that he wasn't like this before he transmigrated, so he naturally attributed these things to the subtle influence that the knowledge brought by Beyonder abilities had on his concepts and abilities.
And incidentally, he also strongly suspected in his heart that the Celestial Worthy might have also served as a missionary for God Almighty for a period of time, secretly smearing God Almighty.
[You are insulting Me!]
The Celestial Worthy said angrily: [How can that be called smearing? I was just recounting the things It had done to its Believers! Look at the things God Almighty has done; which one does not correspond to its authority?]
Nimrod was speechless after hearing the Celestial Worthy's words.
Mr. Z, who was on the side, stepped forward and, unaware of the situation, interrupted a pillar's impassioned speech:
"...Mr. L, are we going to look for the lamb named Megoos now?"
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Chapter 55: Ascension
"No, not for the time being."
Nimrod shook his head, rejecting Mr. Z's proposal:
"We are not in a rush. After some time, Megoos will discover Lanevus's inexplicable disappearance. Afterward, those who were once deceived by Lanevus will take her to find out where Lanevus has gone."
Nimrod gathered his thoughts for a moment, imitating the tone found in certain scriptures, and said to Mr. Z:
"Since she has been chosen by the Lord to be the Lord's Mother in this lifetime, her arrival here must be to enjoy honor. She must first suffer, then bear sin, and finally, at the moment the Lord is born, she will serve as the Holy Mother of this world, sitting in that blessed position."
"Therefore, we cannot bring her here now. We must wait for her to ask us for help, and only then can we extend a helping hand."
"However, even so, you still need to protect her and prevent her from being harmed by enemies—this is not only because she is carrying the Lord, but also because, in this age before the Lord walks upon the earth, we should exercise the Lord's justice on earth on His behalf."
Nimrod's thumb rubbed over the talisman given to him by Ouroboros, his gaze dark and unreadable.
By inheriting the status of the Celestial Worthy, he would inevitably attract the hostility of God Almighty. In this regard, he and the True Creator were clearly on the same front.
Between the two wills split from the Ancient Sun God, Adam was too inclined towards reason, while the True Creator was too insane. Nimrod was not prepared to approach the overly rational Adam, but rather intended to start with the True Creator.
But he did not need an insane True Creator who was hostile to the Seven Gods; that would only drag him into a position of being an enemy to the entire world. He needed an "Ancient Sun God".
He needed to help the True Creator gradually regain his reason, so that he could suppress the God Almighty highly revived within him, find a few allies for himself, split the three True Gods who shared the same Pathway as God Almighty, and form alliances with deities of other Pathways.
What Nimrod admired was the Ancient Sun God who led humanity to slaughter the Ancient Gods, and the self-sacrificing Grisha Adam, not the True Creator who brought disaster, nor the arrogant Adam.
His greatest advantage was that he was equivalent to the original status—he was not an Outer Deity immigrant but a human from a world that encompassed "Lord of the Mysteries". In this world, he was equivalent to "the entire world".
But at the same time, he also had an undisguisable disadvantage—the resurrection of Sefirah Castle might not be effective for him, and the Celestial Worthy was not truly willing to use the resurrection ability on him.
One shot of "Leodero" and he would probably be GG, so he had to find powerful support for himself.
...
After a busy day, Master Ning finally returned to his warm bed. Lanevus had already been locked in the dungeon by Mr. Z, with four of the most devout and insane Listeners arranged to interrogate Lanevus.
The reason it was called "interrogation" but not questioning was because Nimrod had no intention of asking Lanevus for any intelligence; he just wanted to beat him for fun.
Nimrod slowly closed his eyes. After all, he was only Sequence 7, and the "Marauder" Pathway was not a Beyonder Pathway that particularly enhanced physical constitution. Even with his stamina, he felt heavy exhaustion.
—Although he had survived these past few days in the "circlet timeline" with his days and nights reversed, Nimrod had managed to snatch some time to rest in Lumian's dream. However, today, from morning until now, he had not rested at all.
Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.
In a daze, he didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps a few hours, perhaps several dozen minutes.
But Nimrod suddenly woke up from his dream and regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and saw faint gray fog suddenly rising around him.
He could be certain that he was still in his dream and had not yet woken up.
"...What's the situation?"
Nimrod looked around and saw the threads hanging from the sky with cocoons suspended from them. A trace of doubt surfaced in his tone for a moment:
"What is the Celestial Worthy doing again? Bringing me up while I'm sleeping..."
After the customary verbal jabs at the Celestial Worthy, Nimrod suddenly realized that something didn't seem right in his surroundings.
He narrowed his eyes and carefully scanned the area. He did not see the figure of the Celestial Worthy, only the gray fog rolling around like waves.
No, this wasn't created by the Celestial Worthy...
Nimrod frowned, and this thought surfaced in his mind. He casually pushed aside the cocoons that were blocking his view, quickly walked to the black-green door of light, and stared at the gray fog that was blocking him like a city wall.
Just as he watched the gray fog rolling, he suddenly began to understand—the gray fog before him was conveying information to him in this way. His thinking seemed to be constantly changing.
This change was not altering his will, but rather helping him perceive the world around him and understand information in a more efficient way.
Nimrod suppressed the doubts in his heart and carefully examined if his will had produced any sudden "sense of strangeness," but he found nothing.
He only felt that his perspective had changed slightly, as if his consciousness had naturally split into multiple parts, but remained under the control of a unified master consciousness.
The next moment, Nimrod captured the reason for the "change" that had occurred in him:
His will had split into three parts, ranging from weak to strong, distributed among the three Beyonder characteristics he had fully digested.
Nimrod even had a firm premonition—even if he were to die completely one day and the characteristics were accommodated by others, he would still be able to "awaken" within another person with the help of these three Beyonder characteristics he had completely plundered.
—He had truly "killed" the initially undying consciousness and branded his own will onto the underlying layer of the Beyonder characteristics.
"But having said that, the reason I came here is different from the reason for the change in me."
Nimrod said slowly, his tone unexpectedly calm:
"When I returned from the 'circlet timeline', my 'Cryptologist' had almost been digested. Perhaps today, in the process of capturing Lanevus, I completed another 'decryption' and completely digested this potion."
"Hmm, at the time there was indeed a feeling of the potion being fully digested, but because the feeling of digestion was relatively mild and superimposed on my own exhaustion, it wasn't very obvious."
"However, this cannot be the opportunity for me to suddenly come here. In fact, I feel that if I hadn't suddenly woken up from my dream, I should have waited until Klein held the next Tarot Club meeting and passively pulled me into the Tarot Club before I could have this kind of feeling."
"...Then, what exactly is the opportunity for me to come here this time?"
Nimrod said thoughtfully.
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#56Hey Ince, your days of writing third-rate scripts are over.
Chapter 56: Hey, Ince, your days of writing third-rate scripts at every turn are over.
The instinct of a "Cryptologist" told him the answer.
Someone was attempting to write his destiny.
"Damn it, Ince Zangwill."
The corners of Nimrod's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He took a deep breath and skillfully dragged the gray fog in front of him.
The gray fog before him now shrouded him like a massive, wraparound display screen. Although he had never systematically learned how to use the power of "Sefirah Castle," he felt that his current actions were like some sort of instinct.
Yes, instinct.
He instinctively drove "Sefirah Castle"—although this power was difficult to apply to the real world, even these powers that could only be used above the gray fog were enough to grant him abilities far exceeding those of other Beyonders of the same Pathway.
Nimrod's spirit body above "Sefirah Castle" gradually twisted and deformed. His body turned a dark color that exuded a dim, gloomy light, and a yellow-black cloak gradually formed behind him—dark, slimy tentacles extended from beneath his body, covered in evil, strange patterns.
Now he was nine-tenths like the Celestial Worthy.
However, he still felt something was missing. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand in the gray fog, retrieving a monocle, a starlight eyeball, and a translucent mask from the grayish-white fog beside him.
These three items combined on Nimrod's face, covering it, and he nodded in satisfaction.
Except for the fact that these three items were merely illusory objects with appearance but no power, he already looked very much like the Celestial Worthy.
"This look is quite intimidating. With three Uniquenesses stuck on my face, even God Almighty would have to offer me a toast."
Nimrod's lips moved, and he spoke to himself in the empty gray fog:
"It's just a pity that this is only a paper tiger. Unless I am willing to let the will of the Celestial Worthy revive directly in this body, this is just a better-looking costume."
"However, by borrowing the power of 'Sefirah Castle,' merely being peered at should be enough to leave a deep impression on Ince Zangwill."
Nimrod pressed his palm against the wall in front of him, which was composed entirely of gray fog. The gray fog before him dispersed rapidly, and a translucent light screen suddenly appeared in the middle of the wall.
In the light screen, a middle-aged man wearing a pure black clerical robe and a soft hat was sitting in front of a table, on which a dim lamp was lit.
A notebook was placed in front of him, and he held a quill that was writing rapidly.
"Damn it! I hadn't noticed before. It wasn't that Klein Moretti who just joined the Church of the Night who was ruining my plans, but you..."
Ince Zangwill's single eye revealed a hint of madness and hatred. A bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, as if he had long since determined the future fate of "Mr. L" through the writing in his hand.
Ince Zangwill had weighed it repeatedly before writing down "The Ending of Mr. L." He had considered the potential Uniqueness of this divine messenger from the True Creator, and considered that he might have been blessed by the True Creator, which was why he was able to avoid being affected by "0-08."
However, if this annoying Mr. L was not eliminated, his plans could not proceed—
This divine messenger seemed exceptionally keen and appeared quite smart when it came to matters involving the True Creator. He even uncharacteristically took the initiative to reveal some information to the Church of the Night, causing him to run around exhausted during this period to avoid the damned Nighthawks.
Fortunately, relying on the overbearing and almost unreasonable ability of "0-08," Ince Zangwill, after paying some price, still managed to have Cyril and Lanevus complete the God Descent Ritual for the True Creator.
Next, he only needed to wait. By letting Lanevus distract the Nighthawks and letting the offspring of the deity advance toward the church in its madness, he would be able to take the opportunity to obtain a demigod-level Beyonder characteristic from Chanis Gate, and also make the damned Nighthawks lose their lives.
But just when Ince Zangwill thought everything was under control, this Mr. L seemed to have known beforehand and had been having people monitor Lanevus—he even had Mr. Z, also a divine messenger, monitor him. As soon as Lanevus wanted to run away, he brought a large group of people to surround him!
Lanevus, in whom Ince Zangwill had placed high hopes, was beaten beyond recognition before he could even say a complete sentence, and was taken back to the Aurora Order for interrogation.
And he... he also found it very difficult to use "0-08" to change Mr. Z's thoughts.
Because this damned Mr. L had used some unknown method to make Mr. Z extremely focused on every matter. When writing the related "script," the resistance coming from "0-08" simply made Ince Zangwill terrified.
He dared to be certain that if he were to forcibly write down words to stop Mr. Z, he would inevitably suffer a severe backlash.
But Mr. L was different—Ince Zangwill did not intend to use coincidences to change his state and make him work for him. He decided that even if it meant paying a significant price, he would use coincidences that did not involve this divine messenger to completely kill him.
"I have already prepared meteor strikes, a siege by the Church of Storms... and other things for him. Natural disasters and man-made catastrophes have been completely gathered. You are just a Beyonder of at most Sequence 5; what are you going to rely on to escape from this large-scale attack!"
Ince gritted his back teeth and placed the final period at the end of the sentence.
Just as he confirmed that "0-08" had no intention of erasing the script and had just breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the text on the notebook in front of him seemed to have undergone some... mysterious changes.
The edges of the text seemed to be spilling out along the rough texture of the paper, as if they had begun to have life and were starting to grow.
No, not having life.
Ince Zangwill suddenly realized that these words did not possess life. As a "Gatekeeper" of the "Death" Pathway, he did not feel even a trace of the aura of "life" emanating from these words.
—It was the essence of these words that was changing; it was these words that were dancing like Puppets!
Beads of sweat couldn't help but ooze from Ince Zangwill's forehead. What terrified him most was not that the text written by "0-08" had changed, but that his spiritual intuition was like stagnant water, without any reaction.
The text before him began to boil.
A gray, mist-like liquid seemed to surge from what was written in black ink. These liquids quickly occupied the main body of every character, causing the sentences on the entire page to twist into soft lines.
Ince Zangwill seemed to see, through this grayish-white fog, a deity sitting high above the gray fog.
Slimy, evil, and incomplete patterns emerged on the paper.
Blood flowed from Ince Zangwill's eyes.
Pale yellow feathers sprouted one by one from his body.
...
Nimrod detached himself from above the gray fog and contentedly pulled up his small blanket.