Brufo Hugo Street, near the road leading to Gordy.
It was still early in the morning. The crimson sun had yet to rise, leaving the world in a dim, quiet pre-dawn—perhaps around five o'clock. The soft chirping of crickets echoed faintly in the silence.
A car moved steadily along the road before coming to a smooth stop by the sidewalk.
The doors opened, and two figures stepped out.
One wore a blue jacket with slightly baggy trousers, his black hair framing sharp green eyes. The other had on a white shirt decorated with mixed colors. Vincent's hair was slightly disheveled as he walked alongside him down the quiet street.
"So this is the place?" the man asked, scanning the surroundings.
"Yes," Vincent replied with a small chuckle. "If I remember correctly, it should be just past that turn on the left."
The man nodded, then asked after a brief pause, "Vincent… are you sure what we're looking for is actually here?"
Vincent gave a familiar grin. "Of course. Like I said—if I remember, hehe."
The man shook his head slightly, then spoke again.
"So we're finally going to see a new Order… or a Phase progression?"
He let out a small laugh before continuing, "And you're really trusting what your dad wrote?"
...
Vincent paused for a moment before offering another faint smile.
"Of course I do. Besides… remember I told you about the man I've been trying to find?"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before continuing.
"I remember it clearly. It's burned into my mind."
His voice lowered slightly. "That day… he came to our house. He was looking for a formula. I saw everything from my room… but I couldn't do anything."
"In the end… he killed my father."
The man beside him, his black hair partially covering his eyes, let out a quiet sigh.
"I'm… sorry about that."
Vincent waved his hand lightly, forcing a small smile.
"Don't worry about it. At least now I know where he is."
He smiled and nodded. "Phitopia... right?
The man nodded.
Vincent kept walking briskly as he spoke up. "Heh. Soon, I'll leave the Moonlight Watchers Faculty and go find him myself."
He let out a quiet breath.
"And give him what he deserves."
After a moment, he added more casually,
"Honestly, the only reason I joined the faculty was to learn more about potions… and all this mysticism stuff."
The man walking beside him nodded, then asked,
"…Who exactly was your father?"
...
Hearing that, Vincent let out a soft chuckle.
"My dad?" he repeated. "My dad…"
He paused briefly, as if choosing his words. "He was a great man. He took care of me after my mum died… I was seventeen at the time."
His expression softened slightly. "He was a scholar. The kind who was obsessed with the unknown."
"During one of his studies, he discovered fragments related to mysticism. Back then, when the Crimson Sun rose again, people were still trying to understand it… but he was already ahead."
"He even assisted researchers like Mrs. Hathway and Derrick. They were among the leading figures at the time."
"While working with them, he documented several notes—rules about potions, their effects, and how they interact with the human mind."
"Later, Hathway and Derrick were recruited by the Church of Skywalker… and eventually, they built the earliest structure of some Faculties."
Vincent gave a faint smile. "My dad couldn't join them. People said he gave off a… strange vibe."
He shrugged slightly. "But he still got his hands on the Book of Wisdom."
The man beside him grew more attentive.
"He developed a few theories from it… some of them were unsettling."
"One of them was about Orders."
He raised a finger slightly.
"He believed that some Orders can actually be combined."
The man frowned.
"Combined?"
Vincent nodded. "For example, he once mentioned creatures like vampires and wolves. They aren't traditional sorcerers… but under certain conditions, they can exchange traits."
"Not by force—but by understanding the nature, the 'law,' of their Orders."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"And if someone truly understands two Orders…"
"…they might be able to fuse them into something entirely new."
Silence followed for a moment. Then Vincent added,
"But he also warned… you'd have to fully understand both Orders first. Otherwise…" He didn't complete the sentence.
The man beside him quickly interjected, unable to hold back his curiosity.
"I thought that kind of thing only happens when someone takes the wrong potion?"
"Most sorcerers say that if you follow the wrong path, you should take potions that match your mind and soul, advance step by step… and only then, at higher phases, can something like a new Order emerge."
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Vincent smiled faintly. "That's true," he said. "But that's not what I mean. That happens when someone takes the wrong potion."
He glanced at him briefly. "I'm talking about something different… a fusion between two Orders."
"…Fusion?"
After a short pause, he asked,
"Then what exactly are 'laws'?"
Vincent rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment.
"Laws…" he murmured.
He waved his hand lightly, then shrugged.
"Hard to explain. I don't really know much about it." He was clearly lieing.
"Though… my dad mentioned something else."
"He talked about Ogaris."
"They're related to the eyes. They contain extremely high spirituality… sometimes even fragments of an Order's essence."
He paused briefly.
"In a way… they represent authority. You'll mostly find them in Angels… and Gods, not humans, because, heh... We don't have that much spirituality."
"He also mentioned that the color of the eyes matters specially, it shows the range of power of the authority."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Their footsteps echoed, as silence took hold after that statement, till the man suddenly chuckled.
"So basically… he explained the fusion like Minecraft? Hehe."
Vincent let out a small hum of agreement.
"…Something like that."
He continued walking, then spoke again, "That example I gave earlier—vampires and wolves…"
"There are actually Orders and potions related to them."
He paused shortly. "Humans can't exactly become vampires. Not in this time."
"For that to happen, it would have to be the time of the Ap—"
He quickly stopped, then continued. "Not this time, not yet..."
"Still, under certain conditions, the body can change. Especially under a full moon… a person might enter a half-vampire state, or wolf state, when they follow that Order."
The man narrowed his eyes slightly. "What were you about to say just now?"
Vincent didn't answer. Instead, he stopped in front of a house and looked ahead.
"We're here."
...
They looked around briefly before entering the house.
Inside, the room was filled with old-fashioned couches and faded wallpaper designs. Vincent smiled faintly—this was his home.
He paused for a moment, letting memories of his family surface, before moving forward with the man following behind.
They eventually climbed the stairs and reached the master bedroom.
Vincent stopped in front of a shelf.
He closed his eyes, trying to recall something. Then he raised his hands, forming subtle gestures while whispering under his breath. His voice gradually took on an ethereal tone.
A faint sound of something like an engine rumbling filled the room—but Vincent did not stop.
Instead, his chanting shifted into a calm, almost soothing night poem.
"The lane lights lower one by one,
the river takes the fallen sun.
Window curtains breathe so slow,
the cat finds dark and curls below."
"No clock insists, no star competes—
just shutters, trees, and off-street beats.
Close your hands, unchain the day;
night keeps none of it away."
...
For a moment, everything was still.
Then, a book suddenly slipped free from the shelf, followed by a piece of paper sliding out from behind it.
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Vincent opened his eyes slowly and exhaled softly.
He bent down and picked up the paper, glancing at it briefly.
"…Phase 9 Sharpseer. Phase 8 Visionary. Phase 7 Skinwalker…"
He paused for a moment. "…and another phase I don't recognize."
When I saw it for a short time, I saw a part, didn't see the Skinwalker Order very well before dad stopped reading. Well at least I'm already following the progression path.
He folded the paper and placed it in his pocket.
If this is a complete interformula… then I might be able to understand one Order and fuse it—when I form a new Order by diverging from the main phase progression of the Visionary Order.
Heh, that means I have to be a man of many mask, and choose the Order in this formula, I wish to fuse to fuse with—when I hopefully take the potions without losing myself in the process...
But Dad did make this, and he was killed because of it... It has to be Legit if that's the case.
Hmmm, which one would I pick if it's the time... Well no need for such matters for now—i should first fulfill this my three Laws before taking another potion... I might even go to another church or get the potion formula from an organization.
The man beside him shifted his attention toward the now-empty space in the shelf, where the book had fallen.
Behind another layer of books, he noticed something unusual—a golden switch-like mechanism.
His eyes lit up slightly. Without hesitation, he reached for it.
At that quick moment, Vincent raised his head up from thought and looked at the man.
In the next instant, Lumian divination replayed in his mind followed by his divine message, which said, he should avoid excess curiosity.
"Wait—don't touch that!" Vincent said quickly.
But it was already too late. The man pulled the switch.
A face of terror fell on his face, as Vincent looked at the man, but however nothing seemed to happen. There was only silence in the room.
For a brief moment, the room felt… still.
The man frowned, slightly confused.
"…Nothing?"
He turned toward Vincent, as if about to complain.
Then—
A faint mechanical sound echoed above them.
Click.
A blade slid out from the top of the shelf.
It rotated rapidly, cutting through the air in a clean arc.
In an instant, the man's head was severed cleanly from his body.
The blade retracted back into the shelf as if nothing had happened.
The body collapsed heavily to the ground, blood spilling across the floor.
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Vincent stood still, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he stared at the headless body.
For a moment, he didn't move. Then he bent slightly, pressing a hand against his stomach as if he might throw up.
"Fff…"
He exhaled sharply, the image replaying in his mind.
Bro, I told you not to touch it, and you still did.
He straightened slowly. Why did you just have to behave so foolish, and now, i kinda feel bad for you.
He took a deep breath, regaining his composure.
"Well… look on the bright side. I owed him 200 pounds for his services anyway."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Lumian... The Diviner Order is really extraordinary... Though it's not slightly for combat, it actually saved me right now... Hmm, I must meet him today, and perform another divination with him.
First let me call the most richest sorcery Order in the world right now. The graveyarders!
He dialed a number he had saved from a previous encounter.
After a brief exchange, he gave the address and ended the call without hesitation.
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After some time, the Graveyarder arrived.
He worked in silence—cleaning the bloodstained floor, removing the body—never asking a single question.
When everything was done, he left just as quietly as he came, followed by Vincent.