Chapter 183: The Brotherhood of the Seven Lights

Chapter 183: The Brotherhood of the Seven Lights

After returning to the real world, Fors sat down at her desk and stared into space for a while, thinking about matters related to the Abraham family. At the same time, she gained an entirely new understanding of the scattered fragments mentioned in those mysticism notebooks.

So that’s how it was… No wonder Madam Anlisa was unwilling to tell Mr. Lawrence about her husband’s death, or her own… Thinking about it now, the Abraham family is truly pitiable and sorrowful… Fors muttered a few words to herself, then fished out Spirit World Observations from a pile of ordinary miscellaneous books. She prepared to transcribe the first and second chapters.

For this, she meditated and adjusted her breathing, making every effort to bring herself into the best possible state. Otherwise, merely transcribing the contents of Spirit World Observations would bring her agitation and confusion.

These words clearly have no spirituality of their own, yet once they are combined to describe those absurd, unreasonable scenes, they seem to gain the power to influence one’s emotions… I’ll rest five minutes for every five minutes I transcribe. I don’t want to lose control over this… Fors took out her small, delicate pocket watch and placed it diagonally in front of her on the desk.

…

The City of Silver. The Berg residence.

Derrick woke up, lightning reflected in his eyes, illuminating everything.

He looked around but did not feel that he was being monitored.

Yet the Hanged Man’s accurate deduction of what had happened earlier, as well as his calm and confident manner, made Derrick believe that his guess could not be wrong. At this very moment, there had to be one or several Beyonders with special abilities secretly watching him.

“And Mr. Fool didn’t deny it…” Derrick flipped out of bed and habitually stretched his body.

As he did so, several of the Hanged Man’s analyses and suggestions quickly surfaced in his mind.

“Up to now, no one has come to question you or throw you into the dungeon. This means your Chief and the other elders of the Six-Member Council are more inclined to observe. They hope to find, through Amon—the first living outsider they have encountered in over two thousand years—a way for the entire City of Silver to escape the Land of the Forsaken.

“So as long as you do nothing too outrageous, they definitely won’t rashly alarm you, lest Amon notice something abnormal.

“In that case, their surveillance certainly won’t be too close. At the very least, it won’t be too close while you are awake.

“Precisely because of this, they most likely haven’t discovered that you already coughed out that Worm of Time. Their subsequent reactions indirectly prove this as well.

“Likewise, they should only be able to observe that you are performing some kind of ritual. They cannot clearly determine the target of your prayer. If it were me, I would definitely suspect that it has something to do with Amon.

“Based on all of the above, you can openly complete the bestowment ritual. Afterward, push everything onto Amon. Of course, you must act cautious and careful enough, and once everything is over, be prepared to undergo examinations from Beyonders of different Sequences such as Psychoanalysts. On this matter, you can pray for Mr. Fool’s help…”

Following the Hanged Man’s suggestions, Derrick circled the table twice. Then he cautiously closed the window, lit the candles, and set up the bestowment ritual.

…

Above the gray fog, inside the majestic, ancient palace.

With nothing else to do, Klein was staring at the stone pillars supporting the dome, feeling that the building, formed according to his own will, rather resembled the Parthenon.

Is this because of my subconscious? His thoughts began drifting.

At that moment, the crimson star corresponding to the Sun shone brightly. Ripples quickly spread from it, condensing into an illusory, mysterious door. At the same time, a small portion of the power above the gray fog was pried into motion, flowing like water.

Hearing the layered voices of prayer, Klein lowered his head and looked at the All-Black Eye lying before him.

“I hope Little Sun doesn’t lose it. Otherwise, Mr. World will have no choice but to heroically sacrifice himself…”

It was precisely because of the All-Black Eye that Klein, who was not a Secret Puppet Master, could secretly manipulate the dummy known as the World and make him appear flesh-and-blood.

If he lost this item, then in order to avoid exposing the “magic trick,” he would have no choice but to let the World die.

Amid his emotions, Klein extended his spirituality and drew the flowing power of the gray fog toward that illusory door. He forcibly pushed open a crack in it and stabilized the channel for transmission.

Immediately afterward, he placed the All-Black Eye into an iron box and tossed it through the gap in the mysterious door. In a tone that sounded casual, he added,

“Do not directly touch the item inside.”

After doing all this, he did not linger. He knew Little Sun would not be able to find an opportunity to act so quickly, and he also did not know when Miss Magician would finish transcribing the first two chapters of Spirit World Observations.

His spirituality stretched, and Klein’s figure abruptly vanished from above the gray fog.

…

The City of Silver. The Berg residence.

Derrick had just seen an iron-black square box appear on the altar when he heard Mr. Fool’s familiar voice:

“Do not directly touch the item inside.”

Do not directly touch it… Derrick honestly memorized the warning and decided to carry it out without the slightest deviation.

After thanking Mr. Fool and Mr. World and ending the bestowment ritual, he opened the iron box with extreme caution and examined the object within.

It was an entirely black eye without pupils. Merely looking at it made Derrick feel as though his mind were turning chaotic and his thoughts slowing. Faint, indistinct babbling also appeared by his ears, not quite real, yet carrying a hint of madness.

Derrick shuddered violently. He closed the lid of the iron box, picked up a pure silver dagger, and used the method for creating a wall of spirituality to seal the iron box completely.

Then he placed the iron box into the inner hidden pocket of his clothes, fastened the Hurricane Axe to himself, left home, and went straight to the training grounds.

The members of the exploration team had not yet been released from their disguised quarantine.

Derrick, however, had not planned to act that very day. He followed Mr. Hanged Man’s teaching closely, intending to first observe the situation in detail, then patiently wait for an opportunity. Of course, if an excellent chance appeared, he would also have to strike decisively.

After entering the training grounds, Derrick circled the area where the exploration team was. He saw them gathered in twos and threes, quietly communicating about something. Yet the moment they noticed someone watching, they immediately stopped and stood there in silence. From time to time, they took a few steps, like living corpses that had just crawled out from the depths of darkness.

If I unseal the wall of spirituality right now and let the aura of Mr. World’s item spread outward, how would they react? Would they all turn their heads at the same time and stare at me? Derrick imagined everyone present turning in unison, gazing at him coldly and mercilessly, and, for some reason, felt an indescribable terror.

He inhaled and told himself to be patient, to wait, not to panic.

…

At the top of the Round Tower in the City of Silver, inside the room belonging to the Chief.

Demon Hunter Colin Iliad, who had been resting with his eyes closed, abruptly opened them and looked toward a corner where the shadows lay thick.

A figure twisted and rose from within, swaying slightly. In a voice like metal scraping against metal, it said, “Your Excellency Chief, Derrick Berg performed another ritual. According to my observation, it should have been a bestowment ritual. It was similar to the sacrifice rituals we usually perform, but the difference is that he received a response and was bestowed an iron-black square box.

“I could not see what exactly was inside, but it gave off a very evil and dangerous feeling.”

At that point, the shadow pleaded anxiously, “Your Excellency Chief, this was definitely ordered by that mysterious person. We must act now. We cannot continue to leave this alone! Otherwise, sooner or later, Derrick Berg will summon an evil god or some similar existence and destroy the entire City of Silver!”

Colin’s expression turned extremely solemn. He stood up and slowly paced as he said, “Wait a while longer.

“Until now, we still cannot determine the goal of that mysterious person calling himself Amon. We do not understand why, after discovering the City of Silver, he sent only an avatar here and patiently remained in the underground prison for forty-two years.

“If he simply wanted to destroy us, he would not have made so many incomprehensible moves.

“Wait a little longer. This may hide our hope—the hope of surviving when the apocalypse descends.”

The moment he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire dark sky and lighting up the shadowed room.

…

It was nearly evening when Klein finally received Miss Magician’s prayer and obtained the first two chapters of Spirit World Observations through a sacrificial ritual.

Sitting in the seat belonging to the Fool, he leisurely opened the transcribed notes and began reading line by line. To his astonishment, he gradually found himself becoming a little irritable.

What is going on? Those words clearly have no spirituality, and the paper is ordinary as well. It can’t possibly be a Sealed Artifact. How can it affect my mental state? Besides, I’m above the gray fog. The gray fog can even isolate the influence of true gods… Klein frowned, leaned back, and carefully recalled the parts of The Book of Secrets related to similar phenomena.

Before long, he roughly understood the reason.

When certain existences were described in detail, even if it was purely textual content, it could still influence the reader’s thoughts and mental state!

Among them, records related to true gods were the most terrifying.

A book that explained a particular deity in detail would cause every reader to go mad or have their worldview twisted. For Beyonders, losing control outright was highly probable.

As for Spirit World Observations, this notebook came from one of the Abraham family’s ancestors. He had recorded all sorts of strange and curious things he had encountered while roaming the spirit world.

In the first chapter, he described the light within the spirit world. He believed that the seven pure lights, each of a different color, contained infinite knowledge in different fields. No matter where a Traveler was in the spirit world, they could see those lights covering the heights above.

Even more astonishing was that those seven wondrous lights were alive! Just like the many spirit bodies wandering there, they were alive!

In the field of mysticism, the targets of many secret contract rituals were actually those seven pure lights. Through forming a secret correspondence with them, one could obtain certain knowledge. Because of this, many experts in mysticism called the Seven Lights “masters” or “teachers.”

The Seven Lights seemed quite pleased by this and even gathered many spirit world creatures to establish a secret organization specifically dedicated to teaching people knowledge: the Brotherhood of the Seven Lights!

In the second chapter, that Traveler from the Abraham family recorded his encounter with the Yellow Light, Venithan.