Chapter 32: Leaving

Chapter 32: Leaving

While the residents of Constant were still shaken by the miracle before their eyes, Klein had already left the city, carrying his suitcase and the Magic Mirror, Arrodes.

After making such a huge commotion, he was worried that Zaratul would lock onto his position, and he did not dare remain there any longer.

With his present level and strength, he was not too afraid of directly clashing with Zaratul. But he did not wish to suffer an ambush. For Beyonders of the Seer pathway, being prepared and unprepared were two completely different states. Once Klein’s position was exposed and he did not leave in time, it would be an unprepared version of him facing a prepared Zaratul. The result could be imagined. Even though he had already become the master of Sefirah Castle and still possessed one more chance at resurrection, there would still be a considerable risk of complete death.

Moreover, he did not know what state Amon was currently in, whether He was still being pursued by the True Creator, and whether He might suddenly appear beside him and “steal” everything away.

With such thoughts, Klein once again embarked on a journey.

…

Southville County, inside the basement of a house.

The few Sequence 7 Beyonders currently remaining in the Abraham family had gathered here according to their agreement.

“…That is how it was.” Dorian Gray fully described the words of Mr. Door as relayed by his student Fors. “Years of exile and sealing have already driven the ancestor mad. He only occasionally regains clarity. Even speaking with Him directly requires one to endure malice that contaminates the mind.”

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking like a university professor sighed.

“So that is how it is…”

His expression revealed a trace of relief, as though he could finally acknowledge that the family curse came from their ancestor’s cry for help.

After a one-second pause, the man said with a determined expression,

“We must find a way to help the ancestor escape. Only then will the curse upon us be completely eliminated.”

“Verdu, are you insane? Allowing a King of Angels who has already gone mad to return will destroy the entire family!” Dorian could not help rebuking him.

The man named Verdu glanced at the other family members. His expression darkened.

“That is precisely why we must act quickly, while the ancestor still possesses some clarity, and let Him return to the real world!

“Once He escapes the state of exile and sealing, He will certainly recover His reason bit by bit, as He still has sufficient anchors.

“Dorian, you have fallen! You no longer think of restoring the family’s glory or returning us to the very top of the Northern and Southern Continents. All you hope for now is a stable yet mediocre life! Moreover, can you be certain that Mr. Fool will always provide protection? Perhaps one day, He will become like the seven deities and stop responding to the vast majority of prayers.”

Dorian fell silent for several seconds before saying,

“But the risk in that regard is certainly lower than helping the ancestor escape. Ever since I began believing in Mr. Fool and praying devoutly to Him, I have not been affected by the full moon ravings for many months. If not for the fact that I am no longer young, I would have the confidence to consume a potion and become a Sequence 6 Recorder.

“And even so, if given more time, I likewise have no small confidence in advancing.

“If someone past a certain age like me can do it, then our next generation and the generation after that will certainly be able to escape the original restrictions and have the chance to push open the gates to becoming demigods.”

Hearing Dorian’s words, the two gentlemen and two ladies other than Verdu nodded lightly, expressing agreement.

They had already had some of their descendants convert to Mr. Fool and, after several months of observation, confirmed that it was truly effective. They were currently planning to begin praying to…