Chapter 4: The Tarot Club
"Captain, should this table go here? Is there anything else to move?"
Leonard's voice came from nearby, causing Dunn, who was about to put his pipe to his mouth, to raise his hand and rub his temples.
After completing the training provided by Creste Celcima, the sword of the goddess, Deacon Crestet left them to prepare for his infiltration targeting Ince Zangwill. Following Klein's suggestion, the Tingen Squad rented a small house and opened a "Detective Agency."
Klein had previously joked that this might be the highest-spec Detective Agency in the entire Kingdom of Loen, with one sequence 8, one Sequence 7, and two Sequence 6s—what ordinary Detective Agency had such a lineup?
As it turned out, not only did ordinary Detective Agencies lack this configuration, but even Tingen City itself didn't have it a month ago.
Currently, the Tingen City Squad's Sequence configuration, lacking only a Sequence 5, was comparable to a standard Red Gloves squad. This was despite Klein's Sequence lagging behind—but in terms of actual combat power, Klein, possessing the Gray Fog, believed he could still contend with normal Beyonders.
"Yes, put it right there." Dunn set his pipe aside and said to Leonard, slightly headache-ridden, "The things inside the agency are mostly set up. You two should go rest now."
"Alright." Leonard raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked at Klein beside him with a relaxed tone:
"Klein, want to grab a drink? A coffee shop, I mean, of course."
If you had actually invited me to a bar, I'd suspect your intentions. Mr. Poet, don't forget you're a Loenese! Klein inwardly complained and made a light Loen joke, shaking his head to decline Leonard's invitation:
"No thanks, Leonard. I'm going to rest a bit—today is our first day here, and I don't want to wake up sore all over tomorrow."
Ms. Daly on the side was already showing a kindly smile.
Leonard narrowed his eyes, then quickly smiled and said to Klein:
"Alright, but don't forget about dinner tonight."
Although Klein strongly suspected Leonard knew he was just looking for an excuse to leave, considering Leonard was covering for him, Klein didn't say anything more. He just smiled, turned, and walked up to the second floor.
With the Church's help, their "Detective Agency" was a two-story house rented on Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough. Over the past two days, the ground floor hall was gradually being converted into the agency's reception area, while Klein and the others were staying in the bedrooms on the second floor.
After Crestet concluded their training, the squad's captain effectively reverted to Dunn Smith, the original captain of the Tingen City Nighthawks Squad. As for Crestet, a powerhouse infinitely close to a Demigod, he was hidden in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Considering that operating in Backlund as "Red Gloves" would easily draw attention and alert Ince Zangwill, who held "0-08," the discreet and less exposed role of "Private Investigator" became their cover.
Among the four of them, Dunn and Daly lived in the Church year-round, and Leonard had been an orphan since childhood, so none of the three had experience renting property. Thus, this heavy responsibility fell upon Klein, who had an older brother and a younger sister.
Considering the nature of a Private Investigator's work, Klein pondered extensively and chose to set up the Detective Agency in Cherwood Borough, where more middle-class residents lived.
This way, it wouldn't be easy to lose intelligence from slums like the East Borough, nor would residents of districts like Empress Borough feel that their professionalism was lacking.
After all, the source of intelligence was crucial to them. Their ultimate goal wasn't to establish an agency, but to find the hidden "Ince Zangwill"!
As for funding, there was no need to worry; everything could be reimbursed—Klein Moretti, the Lord of Reimbursement, stated that he had never fought such a wealthy battle.
Klein walked down the second-floor corridor into his room, expertly locked the door, and set up a Wall of Spirituality inside. After completing all this, Klein glanced at the time, took four counter-clockwise steps, and ascended above the Gray Fog.
Watching the familiar scenery and the gray mist around him, Klein slowly exhaled.
Recently, because he was undergoing training with the Church, the time spent holding the Tarot Club meetings wasn't very long. At the same time, he had contacted Derrick Berg, the youth from the City of Silver, promising to bring him above the Gray Fog after a while.
On the day the training ended, Klein determined the time to bring "Sun" into the Tarot Club and notified Derrick to prepare.
After spending some time informing Derrick of his "honorable name" and the rules of the Tarot Club, Klein opened his Silver Pocket Watch, reached out, and pressed the crimson stars representing "Hanged Man," "Justice," and "Lovers."
"This is the new member, titled 'Sun.'"
After the introduction was complete, and since they had missed the routine segment where "Justice" greeted Mr. The Fool, and none of them had submitted new "Roselle Gustav Diaries," it was instead "Lovers" Nimrod, who was sitting next to Derrick, who stood up first and smiled as he spoke to Audrey:
"'Miss Justice, how was the assistance I provided you?
Hearing Nimrod's words, Audrey immediately confirmed that she had indeed exposed her identity earlier with Mr. A—however, Mr. Lovers did not reveal her identity but secretly helped her. Because of this, a strange sense of pride surfaced in Audrey's heart:
This felt like members of a secret organization completing an uncommunicated collaboration in the real world... giving Audrey a momentary sense of honor different from the pride she felt when promoting reform in the Kingdom of Loen.
So, Audrey cleared her throat and said reservedly:
"Mm, a perfect collaboration—Mr. Lovers, I must thank you for your cooperation; it saved me a lot of trouble..."
While Audrey was thinking happily, Alger had much more to consider.
Unlike "Justice," who was a Mysticism Novice newly entering the Beyonder world, Alger's first thought was:
"Justice" and "Lovers" have formed an alliance in reality?
He immediately felt a sense of urgency that he was being isolated. After patiently waiting for the two of them to finish their exchange, Alger turned his head and spoke to "Sun" beside him in a low voice:
"You've just been invited here by Mr. The Fool, so there might be things you aren't clear about. Tarot Club members engage in a certain degree of cooperation in the real world, which includes trading items—perhaps you have something you need?"
If the cooperation between "Justice" and "Lovers" truly extended from the Tarot Club into the real world, then he urgently needed to find an ally for himself—and Mr. Sun was currently his only choice.
While Alger was calculating, a thought flashed through the mind of "Sun" Derrick:
"The people Mr. The Fool invites are all very friendly... Mr. Hanged Man cares about me..."
"Sun" Derrick carefully considered his words, and with the help of the "Fool Card Simultaneous Translator," he spoke toward "Hanged Man" and the other Tarot Club members:
"I wish to obtain the initial Sequence of the Sun Pathway. I can exchange it for Potion Formulas or Beyonder materials from other Pathways."
Alger pondered for a moment: "I can get you the Bard formula, but it will take some time. Heh heh, I don't currently need other Pathway's Sequence 9 formulas, but perhaps we can exchange for some Beyonder materials or gold pounds..."
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Ultimately, the two settled on exchanging one or two Beyonder materials for the Bard formula, reaching a mutually satisfactory deal—Alger, considering his need for an "ally," didn't fleece the Little Sun too heavily.
After Alger and Derrick finished their exchange, Audrey smiled and informed "Hanged Man" Alger about his previous question regarding whether the King would retaliate against the Feysac Empire.
After concluding this transaction and agreeing upon the additional compensation, Audrey raised her head and smiled as she asked Nimrod:
"Mr. Lovers, I want to know, was the person I met that day 'Mr. A' of the Aurora Order?"
Although Audrey was almost certain, she still asked "Lovers," hoping to find a pretext to open the next topic of discussion.
Sure enough, Nimrod also smiled and replied:
"Yes, that was him."
"Phew, I apologize for his earlier impolite gaze. He was merely trying to find people whose appearance was closer to the True Creator, so they could become followers of the Lord."
But A'Zao, you aren't the Paragon either. What "Most Ancient Human"? Before you became the Ancient Sun God, you were actually just Looks Obsessed, right... Nimrod silently complained inwardly.
In other words, Mr. A really isn't the type of, uh, Perverted Lecher I thought he was? Audrey thought a little boldly in her heart, nodded slightly, and glossed over the topic:
"My question might be a bit presumptuous, but I want to know, what exactly does the Aurora Order intend to do in Backlund? As you know, I live in Backlund, and I am concerned about its safety."
Although Audrey revealed her identity, she cautiously avoided mentioning her family situation. Nimrod chuckled:
"We are preparing to save Backlund."
Oh, so they're saving Backlund... "The Fool" Klein, who had been naturally submerged while sitting on the throne, widened his eyes after hearing Nimrod's answer:
What does he mean the Aurora Order is saving Backlund?
The evil Aurora Order is saving the world? Uh, although I was indirectly saved by the Aurora Order once before... Klein thought, feeling slightly guilty.
"Simply put, a great catastrophe is coming to Backlund." Nimrod saw that Audrey's expression was quite astonished; even though it was obscured by the Gray Fog, he could still make out the distorted, blurry look:
"Whether others believe it or not, the Aurora Order's goal is to save people from this catastrophe—the True Creator foresaw this disaster and, unable to bear seeing His 'lambs' severely harmed, chose to come here on the eve of the disaster in Backlund."
Audrey parted her lips, appearing somewhat unable to accept Nimrod's words:
"...But can't we try to solve this disaster beforehand? If what you say is true, I am willing to offer any help I can..."
"Unfortunately, Miss Justice." Nimrod's tone was cold, as if his entire person was hidden behind a curtain formed by the Gray Fog:
"This is not a catastrophe that can be solved beforehand just because you offer help. Under the gaze of many eyes, this disaster is destined to happen. All we can do is try our best to prevent its spread when it occurs, saving more lambs for the Lord."
Audrey tried to argue: "I can try to contact the Royal Family. Backlund is the capital of the Kingdom of Loen. The Royal Family won't stand idly by if they know about this..."
But Audrey saw a cold, dark smile, like that of a deity, gradually appear on Mr. Lovers' face, hidden behind the Gray Fog. His next words were like pouring a basin of cold water onto Audrey's previously fervent heart:
"Unfortunately, Miss Justice."
"The greatest pair of those eyes I spoke of... belongs precisely to your King, George III."
"This catastrophe is happening here precisely because of your King."
——————
"Ahem." Seeing the Tarot Club suddenly fall silent, Alger felt awkward for a moment, but he still brought up the matter he had originally intended to raise at this meeting:
"I received intelligence that the Great Pirate Qilangos, known as 'Vice Admiral Hurricane,' has secretly landed and infiltrated Backlund. I hope someone can provide clues about him..."
He looked at the people around him and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
The best candidate in his mind to accept the commission was naturally Miss Justice, who seemed to have considerable influence in Backlund. But now, it seemed the worried Miss Justice might not have the mind for this matter.
But just as Alger felt disappointed and was about to seek help from others in a different way, a voice suddenly came from his right:
"Do you require assassination services, Mr. Hanged Man?"
Nimrod smiled and said to Alger:
"I believe Mr. A has sufficient ability to complete your commission."
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#122Rebirth: I'm Nestling in Trier
Chapter 5: Reborn in Trier, Setting the Bait
"...venerable blazing black and yellow, Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."
Lumian, speaking the remembered words somewhat awkwardly, walked four steps backward in the narrow room, anxiously waiting to see if his godfather would respond to the Ritual.
During this period, he traveled all the way from Cordu Village to Trier, and after settling down at the Golden Rooster Bar, he performed the Ritual according to the method his godfather had taught him.
His anxiety stemmed from his superficial understanding of Mysticism, which suggested that the Ritual his godfather taught him contained absolutely no mystical elements. This made Lumian worry if he had forgotten some steps and if the Ritual would succeed.
However, Lumian's doubts were quickly dispelled. He watched as a faint gray fog slowly emerged above the four portions of food in his rented room—the gray mist was so light it was almost invisible, only weaving into a faint mass of air in the sky.
The next moment, a figure suddenly gained an outline from within the gray mist. Specks of gray fog, like raindrops falling from the sky, plunged into this outline, giving the figure depth and substance.
As expected, my godfather is no ordinary Beyonder... This manifestation is infinitely close to the Angels and Deities in the Church's stories! Lumian suppressed the surprise in his heart, watching a figure with black hair and black eyes step out of the gray mist.
"Godfather." Lumian slightly lowered his head and spoke to Nimrod.
"It's been a few days." Nimrod said to Lumian in a calm tone, a smile playing on his lips, "Your mental state looks quite good."
"It's not actually that great." Lumian gave a wry smile:
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"I've tried hard these past two days, but I still can't recall anything before the start of the Dream Cycle... Speaking of which, the Magician lady mentioned she would contact two Psychiatrists for my treatment. Can I trust them?"
Nimrod recalled Miss Justice, who had been made somewhat EMO by his words this afternoon, and remembered her and her dog, and immediately replied:
"Hmm, I think I know who the Magician is referring to. Don't worry, they are both excellent Psychiatrists."
"You know them?" Lumian was momentarily surprised.
"Yes, I do." Nimrod smiled and said to Lumian:
"I recall telling you before that I am not an enemy of the Fool they believe in—ha, they probably just don't remember me."
Lumian nodded, his tone becoming slightly more relaxed:
"Godfather, I am preparing to complete the mission given to me by the Magician lady. I need to summon her Messenger now to contact her and ask for the specifics of the mission. Will this expose you, Godfather?"
"To be safe, I think it's best if I leave first." Hearing Lumian's words, Nimrod smiled, stood up, and prepared to walk out:
"Afterward, just use this method to contact me. I might not come directly, but I will definitely get your message."
As he spoke, he walked toward the door. Just then, as if remembering something, he turned his head and smiled slightly at Lumian:
"Oh, right, before summoning the Messenger, remember to clean up the traces of the Ritual you used to summon me just now. I also brought you a gift—I'll tell you what it is when I get back."
Then, he casually stuffed the bread used for the Ritual into his pocket and strode away.
Lumian watched his godfather's actions, then turned to look at the food still placed in the other three corners of the room, momentarily speechless... Nimrod strolled through the streets of Trier, where brightly dressed passersby walked quickly or slowly, and occasionally, carriages and Bicycles sped down the center of the street, their bells ringing furiously.
Compared to the Kingdom of Loen, where Nimrod stayed during the mysteries timeline, Trier in the Intis Republic gave Nimrod the feeling of a metropolis where relaxation and tension merged. Aside from the lack of skyscrapers, it even gave Nimrod a momentary surreal feeling of returning home.
Nimrod chuckled softly, first buying a newspaper, then turning toward the dark alleyways.
While casually holding the newspaper, he naturally unbuttoned his trench coat, allowing the expensive-looking suit and accessories underneath to show, which soon attracted some greedy gazes.
As a Marauder on the same level as the Celestial Worthy, Nimrod naturally knew how to attract the Gang members and thieves who sought to steal money from others.
If he were to swagger into those Dark alleyways, these individuals struggling to survive at the bottom of society would likely guess his purpose; only brainless people would risk robbing or stealing from him.
But how many people who grew up in poverty and danger at the bottom of society would be brainless?
Therefore, Nimrod was currently just walking along the street near the entrance of these alleyways with many other pedestrians, disguising himself as a normal, unsuspecting passerby, making himself look like a fat sheep ready for slaughter.
This way, those who believed they could steal or rob him and then immediately escape into the complex network of roads would find him like sharks smelling the Scent of Blood—and all the items on him had been soaking on Sefirah Castle for at least two days.
Just like how Klein thought of using his Three-Segment Honorific Name as a bank card password to prevent others from taking his property, he could also sense the location of his lost items. At that point, the person who stole his items would be the big fish he was angling for.
As for the Gang members or ruffians planning to rob him—well, too bad, Nimrod considered himself moderately skilled in fighting.
Nimrod did this, of course, to digest the Potion and perfectly integrate himself into the gray world of Trier.
He didn't intend to join a Gang here and collude with others. Instead, he planned to directly kill a high-ranking Gang member and then use the Faceless Beyonder item given by The Dark Saint to disguise himself as that person.
This way, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, and with the help of 'Anti-Divination,' he could almost perfectly make the identity of "Nimrod" disappear.
Nimrod slowed his pace and leisurely began reading the newspaper in his hand.
"Hmm, someone actually wants to build an interstellar bridge straight to the Red Moon... If this weren't this world, I'd say it was the wild idea of some dreamers who don't understand science, but in this world..."
He chuckled:
"Are they planning to build a McD's drive-thru for the Mother Goddess?"
Nimrod continued to browse the newspaper, absorbing things related to Trier that he didn't quite remember, as well as the current situation and news of Trier.
It was fortunate that he was currently in Trier; if he were in Loen, his appearance of strolling while reading a newspaper would have long attracted the attention of the rigid Loenese.
As for now, there was a gentleman walking a turtle nearby, and several other gentlemen holding newspapers, eager to join Nimrod.
Just then, a figure brushed past Nimrod. Nimrod keenly sensed the person using their fingers to slip his Pocket Watch out of his pocket. Suppressing the instinctual urge to grab the person, he continued walking forward, while simultaneously sensing the location of his Pocket Watch in his mind.
Over the next half hour, whether it was because Nimrod and the gentlemen in formal wear strolling and reading newspapers behind him were too conspicuous, or because the thief who stole his Pocket Watch shared information with his partners, the valuable objects on Nimrod gradually decreased, scattering throughout Trier according to his senses.
Of course, several of those items regrouped after being moved some distance, drawing some of Nimrod's attention.
However, Nimrod was still slightly disappointed that he hadn't been robbed: he had thought he would encounter someone robbing him right now, allowing him to follow the clues directly to the Gang Leader behind them.
Seeing that his "Setting the Bait" efforts were almost complete, Nimrod folded the newspaper, placed it casually on top of a street trash can, turned around, and said with a smile to the gentlemen following him:
"Do you want to check your belongings? I just realized that there were probably some thieves and ruffians among the group following us just now. I've lost quite a few things."
Upon hearing the "Leader's" words, some of the gentlemen behind Nimrod subconsciously changed color drastically, some frantically checked if their belongings were still there, and others took the opportunity to reach into someone else's pocket, preparing to recoup their losses.
Soon, the expressions of most of the gentlemen holding newspapers changed. After checking, they indeed found that most of the items they carried had vanished, just as Nimrod said, obviously stolen by Pickpockets.
Nimrod felt the fragmented sensation of the Beyonder characteristic gradually dissolving within him, a smile appearing on his face as he walked toward the adjacent dark alleyway. A man noticed Nimrod's action and subconsciously asked him:
"Where are you going?"
"Me? I'm going to get my things back. Those items of mine aren't easy to take." Nimrod smiled. "Pay attention later; perhaps I can find your lost items too."
"Pay attention?" The man clearly didn't understand Nimrod's meaning.
"Pay attention to the shop," Nimrod said casually. "I will put your items up for sale in a shop then, so remember to go buy them."
Nimrod heard a few unwilling curses coming from behind him, and felt gratified as the progress of his Potion digestion moved forward another small notch.
Cold money turned into warm Potion, but now it was time to get the cold money back... "Look, this is our harvest for today..."
A shabbily dressed youth, wearing a flattering smile, pulled out the "wool" he had shorn from the "fat sheep" he found today, item by item, and placed them in front of the man in the suit.
He and his "friends" found a group of very stupid "fat sheep" today, and half of the day's haul was stripped from those "fat sheep."
The Gang member casually picked up a Pocket Watch and examined it. Satisfied, he pulled out a stack of banknotes from his coat and pushed them toward the thief in front of him, speaking thoughtfully:
"It seems your haul today is quite good."
While speaking in a deliberately elegant tone, he pulled a Cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and blew a puff of smoke into the face of the thief whose eyes were gleaming at the banknotes, then said self-righteously:
"Then, don't bring in less than this amount tomorrow. You should know it's not easy for the Boss to support you all. The fact that you managed to get so many things today just proves that you were never working seriously before, doesn't it?"
Listening to the Gang member's completely unreasonable words, the youth's face turned beet red. He opened his mouth for a long time before finally spitting out a sentence:
"H-how can that be? I clearly..."
How could he possibly hand over such a large haul tomorrow? That was impossible!
Watching the youth stand frozen, the Gang member chuckled, whether in amusement or anger was unclear, then reached out and forcefully extinguished the Cigarette in his hand on the thief's face, speaking with extreme contempt to the trembling thief:
"What, unsatisfied? Heh heh, if you won't do it, plenty of others will!"
"You can leave the Stinger Gang and work alone, but you'd better think carefully—no one will be able to protect you then!"
Just then, a "thump-thump-thump" knocking suddenly came from the shabby door. The thief kept his head down, not daring to move, while the Gang man frowned, pressing his hand against the Pistol tucked into his waist:
"Who else did you tell about this place? You little bastard!"
Clearly, the Gang man was targeting the subservient thief in front of him.
"Please don't misunderstand."
A playful voice came from outside. The tightly locked door opened suddenly against all logic, and a figure wearing a trench coat over exquisite inner clothes appeared in the doorway.
The thief instinctively blurted out, crying in surprise: "It's you!"
It was the "fat sheep" he had targeted!
"I'm just here to reclaim my belongings." Nimrod's lips curled slightly as his gaze swept over the Gang man in front of him:
"Heh heh, looks like I've found the Mastermind who ordered my things stolen?"
Chapter 6: "smiling face"
A strong wind whipped up behind Nimrod, making his trench coat flap wildly. The hem of his coat extended naturally to both sides, making him look like a Vampire with outstretched bat wings from ancient legends.
When did I ever order anyone to steal your things? No, it was this damned thief who provoked someone he shouldn't have! The gangster looked at the bizarre scene before him, not daring to act rashly for a moment, remembering someone with mysterious powers just like his own boss.
He originally wanted to beg for mercy, but seeing Nimrod walk towards him step by step, he immediately understood that this guy meant trouble and had no intention of letting him go from the start. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand, pulling the trigger of the gun in his hand:
Times have changed!
Now is the era of guns!
As he raised his hand, six bullets shot out one after another from the barrel, aiming directly at the Beyonder's head.
However, the next moment he heard the sound of bullets penetrating a wooden wall. The original figure shattered into pieces in the air like a phantom, leaving only a cracked wall riddled with bullet holes.
"Illusion"!
Just as he was looking around for the attacker's current position, a voice came from behind his ear. A white mask rapidly enlarged before his eyes and was pressed onto his face:
"How can firearms compare to a well-trained body? Now is, no, it has always been the Beyonder era."
"Hehe, don't think your boss can discover your death and avenge you. This mask can devour your face and help me disguise myself as you—I wonder if you have family? Don't worry, I'll 'take care' of them for you."
The gangster felt as if countless mouths were gnawing at his face, and Nimrod's voice reaching his ears made his gaze grow increasingly desperate.
Nimrod patiently pressed the mask, continuously pouring his spirituality into it while calmly observing his reactions and the degree of fragmentation of the Beyonder characteristic within his body—although fundamentally different, his "usurpation" of the Beyonder characteristic also manifested externally as "Acting."
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If ordinary Beyonders use the Acting Method to deceive the potion, making the potion believe it is its original owner, then the Acting Method Nimrod uses is to gradually crush the spiritual imprint within the potion, and then brand it with his own imprint.
To more quickly eliminate the spiritual imprint within the Beyonder characteristic, "Acting" and "rituals" are naturally the best ways to deceive the spiritual imprint.
Of course, if he encounters danger and must advance, he can also directly consume the Beyonder characteristic to advance—Nimrod is certain that he will not lose control due to the lack of rituals and auxiliary materials, but the subsequent digestion progress will inevitably be slow.
And as he snatched away this gangster's hope, Nimrod indeed felt the feedback from the potion, which indicated that the Acting rules he had summarized earlier had no major issues. Following this method step by step would allow him to digest the Prometheus potion within one month to half a year.
Nimrod bent down and picked up the mask, which had transformed from white into a face identical to the gangster's just now, except for a strange, involuntary upward curve at the corners of its mouth. He put it on his own face.
The next moment, the flesh on his body began to convulse violently, transforming into the exact same physique as the gangster in just a few seconds. Nimrod glanced at the thief, who was already terrified, and slowly shook his head.
He wasn't yet a Dream Stealer, so he couldn't directly steal the memories he had just seen. This would require troublesome guidance and deception on his part.
Of course, the most convenient solution would be to make this thief disappear from Trier. In this place, which is like hell for the poor, the death of an undocumented thief would not attract anyone's attention, and it would also eliminate future troubles.
But Nimrod did not intend to use such a method.
The Beyonder item he had just used was a reward from The Dark Saint, a Beyonder item called "smiling face" made from the Beyonder characteristic of a Sequence 6 Faceless.
When this Beyonder item is placed on someone's face, it can devour their spirit body and face. Once devoured, wearing it allows for a 100% disguise as that person.
Furthermore, because this Beyonder item only retained the core disguise ability of a Faceless, it could also store a certain amount of pre-set appearances and body shapes, and it retained the Faceless's ability to sculpt faces.
Moreover, because this Beyonder item also devoured the spirit body when used, it was equivalent to a "seance." After the first time wearing the mask, some of the more profound memories and recent experiences from the devoured spirit body would be fed back to the wearer.
The only problem was that this item couldn't identify who the wearer was; it would start devouring the wearer's face even without injecting spirituality. Fortunately, Nimrod was more skilled; he threw it into Sefirah Castle to soak for a while, and then it stopped moving.
And from the memories he had just received, this thief, like many people controlled by gangs, was forced into these petty acts of thievery.
To Nimrod, this thief did not deserve death.
If he chose to join in just because the world had always been this way, wouldn't he become the very kind of person he most disdained and looked down upon?
Nimrod sat down unhurriedly and snapped his fingers, using his Beyonder ability to draw the thief's attention:
"Wake up."
The thief looked up, opened his mouth, and stared at the corpse on the ground with some fear, then lowered his head, not daring to speak to Nimrod.
"I know you saw the whole process, but you should also understand that no one would believe a thief, a swindler." Nimrod's tone carried a light chuckle:
"Go, I'm only taking my own things; you can take everything else—as for the corpse on the ground, this was just an accidental intruder, wouldn't you agree?"
Nimrod's tone deepened slightly:
"If you reveal my identity, then just like before, I have ten thousand ways to find you. I can guarantee that your fate will be even more miserable than what you just experienced."
The thief subconsciously raised his hand to touch the still burning scar on his face, feeling the circular mark particularly hot. He nodded, and said to Nimrod with some fear:
"Un-understand, sir."
Just then, he was suddenly called out by Nimrod, who was sitting at the table:
"Oh, right, remember to sell the stolen goods at the place where you usually take 'private jobs'."
How does he know my secret? Even that guy before didn't know! The thief's eyes widened in horror when he heard Nimrod's words. He nodded frantically, his body stiff as he quickly walked out the door... Good, I've fulfilled my promise to those few people. I always keep my word.
Nimrod watched the thief leave in a good mood. After the door closed, he bent down, reached out, and lifted the corpse, preparing to dispose of it.
As long as his clothes were stripped, no one would be able to identify the body, which would be packed into several boxes.
About ten minutes later, Nimrod, now with a changed appearance and attire, calmly walked out of the room.
According to the memories he had received, the boss of the gangster he had killed and impersonated was also a "familiar face" to him in another sense—a mid-to-high-ranking small leader of the Stinger Gang, Margot, a Provoker.
This was the gang leader in the original timeline who was ambushed by Lumian's scheme, betrayed by his subordinates, and silently killed by the life-hunting blade, which exchanged fates.
And this gang member was originally going to find his boss after collecting the thieves' goods, and together with his boss, go find the prostitutes controlled by their gang, then collect the money they earned for the gang—this would This will allow Ninglu to further elevate his status within the Poison Sting Gang..
Hmm, unknowingly, I walked through years, even decades, of detours in ten minutes. This way of "joining" a gang is much more efficient.
If memory serves, Margot should be at the Mill Dance Hall right now... that's one of the Stinger Gang's strongholds.
Nimrod walked, combining his knowledge of the distribution of various forces within Trier with the information from his memories to determine Margot's current location.
The first floor of the Mill Dance Hall was a normal, publicly operating area, while the Stinger Gang's stronghold was upstairs. After a few subordinates completed their "business" for the day, Margot would take them out to do his own things.
Soon, Nimrod arrived at the Mill Dance Hall. Thanks to his gangster disguise, along the way, neither the thieves and ruffians who knew the original owner nor those who didn't dared to boldly disturb him. After following the route from his memories and skillfully ascending the stairs, he saw Margot, whose hair stood on end.
"You're here?" Margot glanced at his subordinate's deflated pocket. "No harvest today?"
"Those thieves are slacking off again." Nimrod deliberately made the muscles on his face twitch, and said to Margot in the gangster's crude but feigned elegant voice:
"I've already taught their leader a lesson, cough, they've received the education they deserve and promised me they'll have a big haul tomorrow."
Hearing Nimrod's words, Margot nodded with satisfaction:
"Hmm, I hope they keep their promise. If not, let them know the consequences of lying—after all, there are so many thieves, losing one or two doesn't matter."
At this point, Margot took out his pocket watch and checked the time, saying with some displeasure, "Where are the others? Still not here?"
"I didn't see them on the way." Nimrod continued to imitate the gangster's tone as he spoke to Margot: "Boss, I have something to ask of you."
In the past few sentences, he had already confirmed that Margot, the Provoker before him, had not seen through his disguise. Both his tone and expression were quite relaxed, with no possibility of lying.
Although the sequence 8 Superior Observation was not as good as a Sequence 9 Spectator, he was now a Prometheus, and the potions of the first three Sequences had completely belonged to him, with no possibility of being tampered with by Amon.
Margot turned his gaze to his subordinate, and said with a chuckle:
"Short on money again, or have you taken a fancy to another woman? I need to remind you, don't be too ostentatious during this time. Besides us, the Sava Party is also looking for an opportunity to cause us trouble."
"Boss, it's nothing major." Nimrod said sincerely, "I just want to borrow your life for a bit."
Margot's gaze suddenly condensed, becoming incredibly cold. He raised his hand, and a bullet shot straight at Nimrod's head—but in his eyes, the figure's head shattered instantly, scattering outwards like a phantom in water.
This is fake!
This is a Beyonder!
This absolutely cannot be my subordinate—damn it! This guy was killed by another Beyonder from the start, and then that Beyonder disguised himself as him to assassinate me!
As soon as Margot noticed the figure, he suddenly turned his head, twisting his upper body, and fired several bullets in a certain direction based on his intuition.
However, these bullets seemed to merge into water, passing through his body, and he could only see a gloomy smile on the face identical to his subordinate's.
This is also fake? Margot's face darkened, and just as he was about to use his Provoker ability to lure out the enemy's location, he suddenly found that he couldn't use "Provocation"!
This was something he had never encountered before.
He quickly stood up, wanting to rush to the window, smash the glass, and jump directly from upstairs to escape, but he
How is this possible? Margot's eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief for a moment.
"When did you get the Illusion that you could still use your Beyonder abilities?"
Nimrod's voice came from behind Margot, and a mask was placed over his head, causing his body to involuntarily tremble from the pain.
No, even if I can't use Beyonder abilities, I can still break this fragile window glass... This is impossible... Margot seemed to realize something, and his eyes suddenly widened.
But it was too late—the more he realized the mistakes he had made in this battle, the more frustrated Margot became.
Through the gaps in the mask, he saw that he was still sitting in his chair, and a playful voice, like a cat toying with a mouse, came from behind him:
"When did you get the Illusion that you weren't caught in an Illusion?"
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#124Stinger Gang
Chapter 7: Stinger Gang
Margot did not return to the kingdom of the deity he believed in; he just died a painful death.
Nimrod picked up the "smiling face" on the ground, a serrated object that looked as if it had grown teeth. Margot's face, stripped of its skin, now only showed a large patch of exposed muscle, skin that no longer bled.
He flipped the mask onto his own face. His appearance and physique gradually became indistinguishable from the recently deceased Margot.
While taking off Margot's clothes to put them on himself, he casually gave the corpse a "slight" treatment before stuffing it into a nearby box.
Of course, after retrieving two Beyonder characteristics from the corpse, the "slight" treatment was quite rigorous, making the scene momentarily gruesome.
The potion feedback gained from acting through a Beyonder was truly excellent, and the feedback gained from plundering the hope of a sequence 8 Beyonder was even better. Nimrod felt that a noticeable small portion of the Beyonder characteristic within him had shattered again.
After finishing all this, he nodded contentedly, sat leisurely in the chair before him, and digested the memories and details he had just inherited in his mind.
Margot's boss was Roger, the leader of the Stinger Gang. He possessed some strange, wicked Beyonder abilities. Recently, the Stinger Gang and the Sava Party have had frequent friction, suggesting something is about to happen.
Before obtaining Margot's memories, he only remembered that Margot was a sequence 8 minor leader in the Stinger Gang, but he had no recollection of the gang's background—even though Cryptologist had enhanced his memory, it couldn't help him recall things he couldn't remember before transmigrating.
Now things were slightly different. Based on the memories he inherited from Margot, Roger, the leader of the Stinger Gang, used a mystical ritual completed by leveraging the symbolic meaning of "New Life."
This was an ability that had been used on Margot when he was cursed by the Beyonder powers of another Beyonder, so he remembered it exceptionally clearly.
In this world, the symbol of "New Life" is, in a sense, equivalent to the Mother Goddess of Depravity—a Beyonder who can use such mystical rituals, which differ from the doctrines of the orthodox churches, is unlikely to be a favored one of the Earth Mother.
Considering their identity, Nimrod strongly suspected that the entire Stinger Gang was an organization similar to Theosophy Order under the Demoness Sect. However, as a unified gang, the Stinger Gang, as a "Beyonder organization," was smaller and involved fewer Beyonders compared to Theosophy Order.
If viewed this way, the background of the Stinger Gang becomes obvious: they are highly likely to be an organization belonging to the "Madams" blessed by the Mother Goddess of Depravity.
Currently, he had only killed a low-level lackey, but if he later disguised himself as Roger, the gang leader, or someone else who could communicate directly with Mother Goddess's Favored Ones like Madam Moon or Madam Night, the Mother Goddess of Depravity might notice his situation.
After all, he was dragging along a... Nimrod glanced at the Celestial Worthy attached to him with an indescribable expression, as if everything was understood without words.
If Margot's memories were true, then he might have to change his original plan and couldn't just rush straight into the Mother Goddess of Depravity's embrace.
Before long, a "knock-knock" sound came from outside the door. Nimrod cleared his throat, immediately entered his role, and spoke toward the door in Margot's usual tone:
"Come in."
Two strong men wearing gang attire walked in respectfully, but as soon as they entered the room, they smelled the strong stench of blood and their expressions immediately changed.
"Boss, this is..."
One of the two men attempted to ask "Margot."
"Someone among you betrayed me." Nimrod said without batting an eyelid. "This was a shameful betrayal. Heh heh, I didn't expect him to be bought off by the Sava Party."
Nimrod's tone was very low, and he appeared to be in a terrible mood.
This caused both subordinates to involuntarily shiver. They swallowed, their eyes subconsciously looking at the bright red bloodstain beneath their feet, seemingly having already anticipated the traitor's fate.
"Yes, that's truly despicable." The more quick-witted of the two immediately expressed his feelings, stating that he and the traitor were irreconcilable:
"Boss, where is he now? Do you need me to help you 'clean him up'?"
As expected, no fools manage to reach this position... Nimrod nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly curving up, and his tone carried a hint of seductive persuasion:
"I don't want my room to get too dirty; you should understand what I mean. I have to report the Sava Party's movements to the leader today, so remember to tidy this place up a bit 'cleanly'."
"Also, I hope the two of you are trustworthy and haven't been bought off by the Sava Party. If there's a next time, it won't be me, but the Boss who cleans up the brothers in the gang."
With that, he walked straight out without even looking at the box behind him. The two gang members exchanged glances, and only after staring at each other for a long moment did they open the box and silently look at the bloody, featureless corpse.
Nimrod walked along the street, heading toward where "Black Scorpion" Roger lived, according to the location in his memory.
He maintained a quick pace, walking rapidly down the street, keeping the appropriate mood and state for a crude man like Margot—uneducated but possessing some street smarts and the slight intelligence boost provided by the potion—after encountering a subordinate's betrayal.
However, his heart was quite calm, completely unaffected by the emotions he displayed externally. Within just a few minutes, he had already formulated a plan for his next steps:
First of all, after obtaining Margot's identity, he needed to report the matter of his subordinate's betrayal to Roger, the boss of the Stinger Gang, using Margot's identity.
After he finished reporting, there was a high probability that Roger would not check the state of the corpse he had stuffed into the box. And even if Roger wanted to commune with spirits or check the corpse's condition...
Nimrod had specifically used his Beyonder ability of "fraud" beforehand to influence Margot's two gang subordinates, ensuring they would subconsciously dispose of Margot's corpse to the point where communing with spirits was impossible.
Of course, to achieve this result, the first thing Nimrod needed to do after meeting Roger was to use his Beyonder power to influence him, making him overlook the unnatural parts of the incident.
And if Roger possessed a unique blessing from an Outer Deity that rendered Nimrod's Beyonder ability ineffective, and he cautiously chose divination, then the Anti-divination power on Nimrod would take effect.
Furthermore, besides letting Roger know about "Margot's" current situation, Nimrod's other goal was to probe Roger's status and determine whether he was truly a favored one of the Mother Goddess of Depravity, and whether the Stinger Gang was a subordinate organization of the "Madams'" "Night Travel Society."
If necessary, since this matter involves an Outer Deity, he could even consider making an anonymous report to the Church. After all, unless the Primordial God Almighty possessed the body of the Blazing Sun, no one in the entire Church could divine his identity.
After about half an hour, Nimrod crossed Market Avenue and arrived near the Train Station, where Roger usually resided. Using Margot's identity, Nimrod entered smoothly and met the leader of the Stinger Gang, "Black Scorpion" Roger, without much delay.
After clarifying the Sequence of events, Nimrod saw Roger's eyes suddenly turn deep and gray, dark as if connected to the Abyss, and immediately confirmed his suspicion:
He was a Sequence 7 Warlock of the "Villain" Pathway, the same Sequence as the Midwife under Madam Pualis whom he had seen in Lumian's dream.
As a degraded version of the Mother Goddess of Depravity's honorific name, "Origin of Evil," extreme wickedness and Abyss-like terror are among the greatest characteristics of Beyonders of this Sequence Pathway.
Roger, however, did not sense Nimrod's hidden observation. He merely nodded slightly and said to Nimrod:
"You don't need to worry; the entire incident is normal. This was just a probing attempt by the Sava Party. Heh heh, it seems it's time to knock some sense into these dirty schemers and make them stop using such repulsive methods."
Roger's tone was quite certain.
Hearing Roger's words, Nimrod deliberately let out a long breath and spoke to Roger in a feigned urgent tone: "Then what about the territories we currently control..."
"Hmm, the same as before, ignore the Sava Party's reaction." Roger replied, then instructed, "You encountered quite a bit of danger this time, otherwise you wouldn't have directly killed your subordinate. Heh heh, maybe we can even make the Sava Party cough up the fat meat in their mouths..."
Roger's tone carried a strong suggestive meaning, seemingly hiding the intention of handing over the territories coughed up by the Sava Party to "Margot" after this period passed.
Nimrod slightly lowered his head, revealing a genuine-looking smile:
"Thank you, Boss!"
Seeing "Margot's" reaction, Roger felt a slight satisfaction. He turned his head and said indifferently:
"Alright, you should head back and do what you need to do. When the time comes for a direct confrontation with the Sava Party, we might still need your effort."
Nimrod nodded, an irrepressible smile on his face, and walked out of Roger's house.
However, after walking some distance, the smiles on his face instantly vanished, replaced by the usual calm, smileless, cold expression.
He glanced back, slowing his pace again as he headed toward the Mill Dance Hall, and spoke aloud as if talking to himself, ignoring everyone around him:
"Are you saying someone just divined me?"
"You intercepted it within Sefirah Castle? Good. Since they didn't discover my true identity, it means my preliminary disguise was successful..."
"Mhm, I heard you. You really are a vengeful fellow. Don't worry, I remember my promise. God Almighty won't be able to crawl out of the Chaos Sea, and the Mother Goddess of Depravity shouldn't expect to have a comfortable time on Earth either."
"Now I understand why your divine relations among the Outer Deities are so poor. Given your vengeful nature, people would definitely step on you when you're down."
...In the deep darkness of night, "Black Scorpion" Roger suddenly raised his head, seeming to realize something, and looked around him.
Sure enough, he was in a wilderness, the wilderness belonging exclusively to "Madam Moon."
Realizing this, "Black Scorpion" Roger lowered his head and waited for Madam Moon's arrival. Before long, a unique carriage pulled by two Demons drove toward him. A masked lady radiating intense maternal brilliance sat upon the carriage, which carried her forward until she stopped before him.
"Madam Moon."
Roger spoke respectfully to the lady, waiting for what new instructions the Madam would bring him.
"What did you encounter today?"
After stopping, Madam Moon said this abrupt, cryptic sentence to Roger.
Although Roger was somewhat confused, he quickly recalled everything he had experienced throughout the day and recounted it all in detail to Madam Moon:
Madam Moon frowned slightly, and only after a long moment did she speak to Roger:
"Your fate bears traces of fraud."
Roger's heart skipped a beat: "fraud? Could it be..."
He recalled his day and realized the most suspicious person among all the events he experienced was Margot, who had suddenly come to him in the afternoon claiming his subordinate had been bought off by the Sava Party.
But he hadn't found anything unusual about Margot. Was the abnormality beyond his expectation, or had Margot been replaced by another Beyonder from the start?
If it was a Beyonder whose abilities included Anti-divination, then his intuition might truly be ineffective... "It wasn't him."
After a few seconds, Madam Moon shook her head:
"Originally, I thought the same as you, but I also performed a divination on him and found no problems with him. Perhaps you were unknowingly influenced by another Beyonder, causing..."
Madam Moon subconsciously frowned. She had specifically come to investigate Roger after receiving an Oracle from the deity. It now appeared that some High-level Existence might have interfered with the "Great Cause" they were preparing to carry out in Trier.
Madam Moon did not pursue the matter further, but instead offered a warning:
"Be careful of the 'Unusual' Cabaret."
"I suspect that the traces of fate manipulation on you might be related to that place."
Chapter 8: A Conspiracy Brewing (Protagonist's Version)
"Godfather, I've received a reply from Madam Magician. She wants me to approach a swindler named Osta Lord, gain his trust, and she promised to arrange a psychotherapy session for me this weekend."
Lumian sat in his room, looking at Nimrod, whose appearance had completely changed before him, his voice filled with a strange reverence:
He had never imagined that Nimrod could kill a Villain with Beyonder powers and impersonate a gang leader in such a short time!
It had only been two days since he "summoned" Nimrod here!
Although Lumian never doubted the strength of his godfather, whom he recognized in the dream, this astonishing efficiency still surprised Lumian.
Replacing someone's identity unknowingly perfectly matched Lumian's image of a hidden Beyonder.
Of course, Lumian's imagination of a Beyonder mostly came from his sister and the books she wrote. Because of this, the more powerful and mysterious Nimrod, who promised Lumian to resurrect his sister, appeared, the more confidence Lumian had in him.
Lumian's current thought was simple: whoever could resurrect his sister and help him get revenge would be his benefactor—even if it meant doing things that crossed his bottom line, Lumian was willing to do it.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, his mood complicated, and said to Nimrod:
"By the way, Godfather. You've disguised yourself as Margot. Are you planning to use his identity to join the Stinger Gang and go undercover?"
His subtext was, does he need to do some "dirty work"?
"No, why would you think that?" Nimrod looked at Lumian with a strange gaze and replied with a slight smile:
"Occasionally, believe in your godfather's morality—your sister and I come from the same place and received similar education. Could your sister do such a thing as disregarding human life?"
Nimrod didn't even need to think much; he could see Lumian's thoughts about him with just a glance.
Lumian must have thought that his main purpose in expending considerable effort to impersonate Margot was to gain a respectable position within the gang, and therefore he would diligently manage this identity.
But this was a fallacy arising from Lumian's limited perspective at the moment:
For Nimrod, the main purpose of "stealing" Margot's identity was merely to digest the potion; acquiring resources and gang status were merely incidental.
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If he had to say, even if Nimrod were to abandon his disguised identity as "Margot" right now, he wouldn't feel any heartache.
However, doing so would undoubtedly be a considerable waste, as the identity of "Margot" still held much value—even without doing the things Nimrod was unwilling to do.
Nimrod's lips curved slightly as he said to Lumian:
"I have a great idea, but it requires cooperation from others—want to give it a try?"
Lumian asked, somewhat puzzled:
"What idea?"
Nimrod's face showed a light, joyful chuckle:
"I can preliminarily determine that Roger, the leader of the Stinger Gang, is merely a Sequence 7 Warlock."
"Does that name sound familiar? Yes, it's the Beyonder Sequence of Madam Pualis's subordinate, the Midwife, in your dream."
"You also realize that this Sequence is not high. For me, discreetly dealing with Roger is not a difficult matter, but before that, I need a suitable reason to meet him, otherwise, it's very likely to make him vigilant."
"When I first came to see you, I already told you that I met Black Scorpion yesterday and made some probes. Now there's no suitable reason to meet him again."
"However, coincidentally, I hinted to him that another gang in Trier, the Sava Party, is currently planning some attacks on the Stinger Gang. Hmm, when the time comes, I'll need you to publicly defeat me, defeat 'Margot,' making 'Margot' mistakenly believe you are a member of the Sava Party, and then seek Black Scorpion's help again."
"The next time I meet Black Scorpion Roger is when I'll take him out. Since I can impersonate Margot, I can also impersonate him to secretly control the Stinger Gang."
"And while you defeat 'me,' you can declare yourself to belong to another gang organization, and as long as I take out Roger, you won't have to fear the Stinger Gang's pursuit and revenge."
"Of course, if I fail, I will also send you a message in time, and you can then seek help from the Sava Party."
"Trust me, any leader hostile to the Stinger Gang would be happy to see a ruthless country boy come to them, becoming a sharp blade in their hands."
"Of course, this is just a fallback option I've mentioned—I might not be able to guarantee that I can perfectly impersonate Roger, but I am confident that I can kill this guy on the spot."
"And if I kill and replace Roger on the spot without letting the news leak out, then both the actual controller behind the Stinger Gang and the actual controller behind the Sava Party will know that a new force, under the guise of a gang, has arrived in Trier."
The former is himself, while the latter is completely unaware of Roger's death.
"But they won't be able to get any information related to this force—ha, I can just imagine them scratching their heads and battling wits with thin air."
Listening to Nimrod's words, Lumian's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he spoke sincerely to Nimrod, convinced:
"This is truly a perfect prank, no, a conspiracy..."
At this point, Lumian felt that the word "conspiracy" seemed a bit inappropriate; compared to a conspiracy, his godfather's method was closer to an open scheme!
Aside from the currently unknown information that Margot's inner self had been replaced by someone else, everything else was a predictable outcome once Nimrod executed this plan:
If the leader of the Stinger Gang changed, and the Sava Party was completely unaware of what happened within the Stinger Gang, and he himself had killed Margot, making the Stinger Gang hesitant to act against him as a "mysterious outsider"... then as long as he claimed or hinted that he belonged to a new gang organization, then many rumors related to this unknown gang organization would inevitably appear in the gossip here.
Coupled with the Stinger Gang's superficial obstruction and covert cooperation after their leader was replaced, an organization that never existed but had a formidable reputation quietly emerged in Trier—no one could divine the high-level situation of this organization, because this organization simply didn't have any high-level.
The high-level of this organization had only ever been him and his godfather, and once he had a certain territory, Lumian believed that the enthusiastic Trier people would actively seek him out and willingly become his subordinates.
After imagining the high-Sequence Beyonders of other organizations divining for a long time only to divine thin air, receiving the message that this organization didn't exist, and scratching their heads in frustration, Lumian couldn't help but feel an irrepressible smile trying to escape his chest, and his tone instantly became light and joyful:
"The only problem is that those high-Sequencers might divine you or me."
But Lumian knew that he had the pollution of the Circle of Inevitability sealed within him, and the special existence within his godfather seemed no less significant than his own, so this loophole never existed from the start.
What high-Pathway Beyonder would it take to divine this level of anti-divination?
"As for more detailed matters, we'll discuss them later."
Nimrod gently shook his head:
"If our plan succeeds, then the Golden Rooster Inn and even more places originally controlled by the Stinger Gang and the Sava Party will all be managed by you—but you know, I won't allow those things that happen in the current gang-controlled areas to occur."
"There are plenty of legitimate jobs in this world that make money faster than gang filth, so if that's the case, those dirtiest things should not appear in my territory."
Nimrod's tone carried an undeniable quality:
"Lumian Lee, as a collaborator who wants to profit from you, what I'm saying is very simple: I support your revenge. But..."
"But as your godfather, what I want to tell you is: don't forget who your sister Li Xi, or rather Aurore, hoped you would become. When she is resurrected, I don't want you to have completely changed, inside and out."
Lumian lowered his head, and after two to three seconds, he looked up, nodded, and said to Nimrod with a solemn tone:
"I will do my best, Godfather."
Although he had only been at the Golden Rooster Inn for two days, he already knew the plight of the travelers there. They were like himself before Aurore picked him up, and although Lumian was reluctant to admit it, he... genuinely felt sympathy and pity for them.
In the past few years, he often heard his sister sigh and express dissatisfaction about the specific conditions of several countries on the Northern and Southern Continents, seemingly unhappy with the living environment of the common people.
Lumian originally didn't know why his sister was so disgusted with these two countries, but now, every time he recalled his sister's fragmented words, he could glimpse the beauty of the peaceful country his sister once lived in.
"Let's not talk about such heavy topics; change isn't something you can just talk about." Nimrod changed the subject, steering their conversation back to its previous direction:
"Regarding the task Madam Magician gave you, well, I think you can do it. There shouldn't be any traps in the task Madam Magician assigned you."
"And for the psychotherapy this weekend—I will try to imbue you with a certain special quality later, allowing you to maintain emotional stability during the session, so you won't expose our matters due to drastic emotional fluctuations."
"During this time, I still need to continue interacting with the Stinger Gang members, ensuring no logical flaws appear before Margot is killed by you."
"Besides, do you remember what I told you before?"
Lumian subconsciously looked at Nimrod, who was taking out Beyonder characteristic materials one by one from his clothes pocket, his voice trembling slightly for a moment:
"This is..."
He guessed everything, but he was unwilling to admit it.
"Shadow Poison Flower, Snake-bodied Monstrous Bird..." Nimrod said casually:
"I remember I already told you the Assassin potion formula. Collecting these materials took me quite some effort—you didn't think I did nothing in the time it took you to get here, did you?"
"Assassin..." Lumian watched Nimrod skillfully prepare the materials one by one, finally seeing a very ceremonial potion glass bottle pushed in front of him, his emotions complex.
The liquid settled in this glass bottle was dim and easily overlooked, but staring at it for too long would cause a strange thirst.
This was the Assassin potion!
Compared to directly consuming Beyonder characteristics from adjacent Pathways or one's own Pathway, a prepared potion would not significantly increase the tendency for loss of control and madness. Instead, it would be similar to Dunn, increasing Lumian's digestion difficulty and extending the digestion time.
Lumian gently closed his eyes, recalling Nimrod's previous words to him, recalling his six years with Aurore, recalling his bleak childhood, and recalling his sister whose eyes suddenly became hollow at the end of his dream.
Lumian opened his eyes.
"Godfather, will drinking this potion help resurrect Aurore?"
"Exactly." Nimrod stated with certainty.
When Lumian repeatedly jumped between the Hunter and Demoness Pathways, which are yin and yang, the female part of him would gradually promote the revival of Aurore's soul—this was a resurrection plan personally certified by the Fool and Adam.
Although quite twisted, it was indeed a genuine resurrection, and in a sense, it also helped Lumian share some of the mental pressure from the Outer Deity spirit of the Calamity of Destruction.
—Although before transmigrating, Nimrod had no impression of Lumian being corroded by the spirit of the Calamity of Destruction; perhaps he was too mad, and even the Calamity of Destruction was just a trivial part of the mixed influences within him.
Although saying so might be an exaggeration, compared to the Primordial God Almighty, the creator in the mirror, and other monstrous beings, the Outer Deity spirit seemed quite benevolent.
Nimrod pushed the glass bottle towards Lumian, his tone solemn:
"Choose, this is your Fate."
Lumian was silent for a moment, then grasped the bottle containing the Assassin potion and tilted his head back, drinking it all.
He chose power.
Only by becoming a deity would he have the opportunity to confront other deities and resurrect his sister.
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