Chapter 63: The Eternal, Unchanging Fog

Chapter 63: The Eternal, Unchanging Fog

Three thousand seven hundred and twenty-two years… As expected, they were sent here while the ancient Sun God was still alive… With the City of Silver’s more than two thousand years of perseverance in the darkness as reference, Klein could easily confirm the words of Moon City’s High Priest Nim.

He nodded gently and asked, “You have guarded this stretch of fog to prevent it from undergoing some mutation?”

Wrapped in deep-brown beast hide, Moon City’s High Priest Nim shook his head.

“The oracle the Lord gave us was to keep watch every day and pay attention to whether anyone walks out from within the fog.”

Walks out from within the fog… Did the ancient Sun God foresee that someone would walk out from this fog? If inside the fog, or on the other side of the fog, truly is the Western Continent, does that mean there might still be life there? Civilization? As Klein listened, an indescribable throb surged inside him, but at the same time, he recognized one fact deeply:

Amon’s father, the second Creator, had actually been unable to open this grayish-white fog. He had needed to send people here to guard it!

Does one need a specific method to pass through this invisible barrier? Hmm, Mr. Hanged Man mentioned that the Queen of Calamity, Cohinem, said an incantation or password might be needed. Also, there’s a prerequisite: the Western Continent must have reappeared… Looking at the Moon City High Priest, whose face was marked by deep grooves, Klein said calmly, “I believe they have already introduced me to you. I am a missionary. I have come to this land to spread my Lord’s radiance.”

Moon City’s High Priest Nim remained calm. With gray-white eyes the same color as his long hair, he looked at Klein and asked, “Honored one, which existence is the Lord you believe in?”

Klein instinctively wanted to answer directly, but after considering the missionary identity he had set for himself earlier, he suppressed his shame. Using the Clown’s ability to control his facial muscles, he revealed an expression tinged with fanaticism.

“Please allow me to introduce my Lord: the savior of this land, the great Mr. Fool…”

The Fool… Moon City’s High Priest Nim, Adal, and the others had not expected to hear such a word. For a moment, they found it strange, yet inexplicably felt that it seemed to hide boundless philosophy.

In the end, their attention still focused on that description:

“The savior of this land.”

Nim could not help turning his head to look at Adal and the others, examining their newly radiant faces.

As a Sequence 4 demigod, he understood very clearly that this was the sign of toxins and pollution accumulated inside their bodies being purified. Furthermore, the members of the hunting team had also received excellent treatment. If he had not watched these young people grow up and remembered what they looked like before their mutations, he might not have dared to confirm that these were truly Moon City residents.

Seeing the High Priest look over, Adal immediately said with slight agitation, “Mr. Sparrow prayed for the deity’s bestowment and saved us.”

“Yes. We saw light! We felt warmth!” Xin, who had no nose, hurriedly added.

After that baptism, she had unconsciously developed a certain degree of faith in the Lord spoken of by Gehrman Sparrow.

Compared to the Creator, who never answered prayers and ignored Moon City’s suffering, this existence was more like a god!

Rus and the other hunting team member who had returned to Moon City to notify the High Priest gazed greedily at their former companions, both envious and longing for the new life they had received.

High Priest Nim withdrew his gaze and once again looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who wore strange clothes and a strange hat.

“The great Mr. Fool is a deity of this world—no, of the world beyond this cursed land?”

Klein gave a solemn, slow nod.

“Yes.”

“Then… what of the great Sun God, the Lord who created everything?” Nim hesitated…