Chapter 110: Omniscience

Chapter 110: Omniscience

There was no need for anyone to introduce him. The four demigods present all clearly recognized one fact:

The man asleep upon the iron-black throne, a man comparable in height to a giant, was God’s left hand, the deputy of the heavenly kingdom, the Dark Angel Sasrir!

Among them, Lovia also clearly felt the pressure that came from an absolutely high-ranking being. It was just like receiving a response when praying to the True Creator—an aura that could throw thoughts into chaos, drag the soul into degeneration, and make the body tremble.

All at once, she heard a burst of laughter. Somewhat confused and startled, she turned her head to the side.

Klein had bent slightly at the waist and was laughing loudly.

“He’s still asleep. Should we wake Him directly, or wait for Him to wake up on His own?

“And if we choose to wake Him, how should we greet Him? Hi, Your Highness Dark Angel? Leader of the Rose Redemption?”

The two questions sounded absurd and arrogant, yet they freed Colin Iliad and Derrick from the influence of the environment and made them fall into thought.

Just now, they had instinctively considered the first question as well. It was extremely important and concerned what they should do next.

After thinking, Colin Iliad said, “Do not awaken Him for now. Try to approach, search for clues, and gather intelligence.”

“That’s my thought too.” Klein casually snapped his fingers with his left hand and was about to stride toward the iron-black throne.

At that moment, he felt rather grateful—grateful that he had already dealt with the “shadow” and restored the wholeness of his spirit. Otherwise, he would have been utterly unable to restrain the virtual personality. When simulating how to greet the Dark Angel, he had almost blurted out, “Hi, Little Sa.”

Seeing Gehrman Sparrow had already taken two steps forward, Lovia finally came back to herself.

“I’ll try with a soul I shepherd.”

This was a relatively safer method, one less likely to endanger the exploration team.

Klein nodded. Holding the black cane, he turned his body to the side with a brilliant smile.

A three-to-four-meter-tall illusory figure immediately appeared before Lovia. On its head grew a pair of goat horns covered in mysterious patterns. Its skin was dark and dim, filled with an evil, uncanny quality. It was a demon.

Unlike the demons Klein had seen before, this one’s surface bore many signs of rot, and yellow-green pus hung from it, as though it were mixed with the power of degeneration.

While Klein casually examined the illusion, the demon spread the gigantic bat-like wings behind it. Pale-blue flames burned more fiercely upon them, releasing a heavy smell of sulfur.

It stepped forward, slowly approaching the iron-black throne and the layers of steps made for giants, using its innate danger intuition to detect any mutation that might occur.

As Colin Iliad, Klein, and the other demigods watched it, they also examined the details of this shadowed palace. Behind the iron-black throne where Sasrir slept, they discovered a pair of grayish-blue double doors. The light upon them was dim, and the doors depicted a twilight scene.

Perhaps that is the door leading to the outside world… The same thought flashed simultaneously through the minds of the three demigods of the City of Silver—Colin Iliad, Derrick, and Lovia.

Just then, the demon shadow that had covered half the distance abruptly froze. A cluster of intertwined silver-white lightning enveloped it, and amid crackling sounds, it was torn into fragments and rapidly faded.

A pillar of light wrapped in sacred flames descended from nowhere, completely purifying the demonic soul.

Lovia did not suffer because of the loss of the shepherded target. She merely furrowed her brows slightly, unable for the moment to think of a better way to explore.

Klein looked left and right, then said with an exaggerated smile,

“As expected, we still have to rely on me.”

As he spoke, he leisurely walked forward, taking a box of matches from his pocket. One by one, he struck them and casually tossed them around.

“I’ve always been rather timid,” Klein explained with a smile, turning halfway back after throwing out half the box of matches.

Even Derrick Berg found this sentence rather difficult to believe.

Then, under the illumination of one crimson flame after another, Klein continued toward the iron-black throne that might once have belonged to an ancient god.

When he reached the place where the demonic soul had been destroyed, his left palm suddenly tightened.

Klein lowered his head and saw Creeping Hunger return to the state of a human-skin glove. In the center of its palm, an exaggerated slit had opened, and inside it were two rows of illusory, ghastly-white teeth.

This Sealed Artifact was trying to tear into Klein’s flesh and consume his body and spirit together.

Creeping Hunger had degenerated!

“Tsk.” Klein gave an obvious sigh of emotion. Following this, he glanced at the Staff of the Stars held in his right hand, confirming that this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, which had no living characteristics of its own, had not undergone any mutation.

He then raised his right hand and shoved the other end of the Staff of the Stars into Creeping Hunger’s mouth.

Creeping Hunger gnawed a few times. Suppressed by the higher status, it finally regained its calm.

After laughing twice, Klein took another step forward, advancing several meters.

At that moment, the shadows covering the walls, pillars, and floor split open one after another, growing one brass-colored eye after another.

Before Klein, who was being watched by countless eyes, a human silhouette was sketched out.

It first appeared as Gehrman Sparrow, with black hair, brown eyes, and cold, hard features. Then, section by section, it twisted into Klein Moretti, black-haired and brown-eyed, ordinary in features and carrying a scholarly air. After that, it degenerated into a blurry phantom, with grayish-white fog spreading out from within it.

Just then, the figure that seemed capable of displaying all of Klein’s secrets came to a stop.

Bang!

It abruptly exploded, turning into countless illusory fragments that fell to the ground and vanished.

Klein raised a brow and clicked his tongue with a smile.

“The power of ‘omniscience’ from the Reader pathway?”

The moment he finished speaking, the brass-colored eyes growing from the surrounding and ground-level shadows all trembled together, giving off a voice so distant and ethereal that it seemed to come from an ancient age.

“The aura of Sefirah Castle…”

Sefirah Castle… Colin Iliad seemed to recall something, gaining a certain realization.

So one must possess a sefirah to receive a response from, or approach, Sasrir? That’s why The Hanged Man clearly already had Lovia, a demigod believer from the City of Silver, yet still forced me to enter the palace and meet the Dark Angel? Klein only barely restrained the virtual personality’s instinct to speak.

Before he could think through what to say, the brass-colored eyes hidden in the shadows spoke again.

“Your fate intersects with Amanises, Leodero, Adam, Amon, Herabergen, Auceses, Medici, Ouroboros… and Him…”

Colin Iliad, Derrick, and Lovia were not unfamiliar with these true names. They knew that the first belonged to the Evernight Goddess, and that the names following it belonged to seven of the eight Kings of Angels—including several current Sequence 0 true gods. Hearing this, they were left somewhat dazed, unable to believe that Gehrman Sparrow’s fate could intersect with so many high-ranking existences above Sequence 1.

Including the Dark Angel sleeping before us, Mr. World has already had intersections with all eight Kings of Angels. That is truly amazing… Derrick sincerely praised him in his heart.

Klein was in no mood to joke about his “divine-level social network.” Wearing an obvious smile, he asked in response,

“Him?”

Klein believed this “Him” likely referred to the True Creator. After all, even now, he still carried the corrosive power left behind by that being.

The brass-colored eyes on the shadow curtain fell silent for several seconds before saying in an ethereal voice,

“He is another me…”

The True Creator really is another side of the Ancient Sun God—the side born from His divine corpse, filled with hatred, carrying malice, and governing degeneration? Klein gradually drew an equal sign between the gloomy, pitch-black infant that had sat within the split in the Ancient Sun God’s chest and abdomen, eating His intestines, and the True Creator. He also preliminarily confirmed that the one speaking to him now was the will left behind by the Dark Angel Sasrir.

After thinking for a moment, he could not stop the corners of his mouth from rising.

“Why did you form Rose Redemption and assassinate the Ancient Sun God?”

The information contained in this question was something Colin Iliad and Lovia had long since understood and conjectured about. Yet hearing Gehrman Sparrow say it aloud still brought a surge of sorrow and confusion.

The shadow curtain covering the walls, stone pillars, and floor shook slightly. The sleeping Dark Angel still did not awaken.

The brass-colored eyes watched Klein and said,

“Sun God was only my earliest honorific name. You should now call me the Lord who created all things, the omniscient and omnipotent God—or address me respectfully as God Almighty.”

“…I can tell you’ve always been moving in that direction.” Klein finally laughed aloud. Then he felt a surge of lingering fear, because he had just mocked the deputy of the heavenly kingdom, God’s left hand, the King of Kings of Angels—and His main body.

To avoid giving the other party time to become angry, he hurriedly repeated the question from before.

“So, why did you betray yourself? Why did you join the Evernight Goddess and the others in founding Rose Redemption to assassinate yourself?”

Once more, the brass-colored eyes fell into silence. The curtain-like shadows covering everything swayed gently without pause.

After several long seconds, that illusory, ethereal voice slowly said,

“The Primordial One awakened within me…”

Upon hearing this answer, Klein’s pupils instantly dilated. For some reason, he felt his hairs stand on end and a chill run down his spine.

This was very close to one of his guesses, yet even more terrifying.

At that moment, the shadows in every direction thickened further, becoming more eerie and more profound, as if nurturing some dreadful, unknown danger that could not be resisted.

Although Colin Iliad, Derrick, and Lovia did not fully understand what the Dark Angel Sasrir’s words meant, they were still affected by the gloom, dread, and chilling horror contained within them. They felt as though icy cold had pierced to their bones, as though both body and mind were trembling.

“The Primordial One awakened within me…”

The sentence echoed layer after layer, lingering for a long time without fading.