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 Mr. Fool themselves.

Seeing that Verdu’s expression did not look good, Dorian softened his tone.

“More importantly, we currently have no ability to complete that ritual. No matter which pathway the demigod comes from, none will be easy to deal with. Among them, demigods corresponding to the Seer and Marauder pathways are especially famous for being cunning, strange, and dangerous. Even if we are willing to sacrifice ourselves and use a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, it will still be very hard to catch them.”

Verdu pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly exhaled.

“I will not stop you from converting to The Fool. If you can ask that existence for help and have Him aid the ancestor in escaping, that would be the best development. But before that, I will do my best to prepare the ritual. Dorian, all of you must remember that the Abraham family’s bloodline and glory both come from the ancestor. Without Him, there would be no us.

“If this matter requires a sacrifice, then I will take that role.”

With that, he stood, put on his top hat, and walked toward the basement exit.

Dorian watched him leave. Only after quite a while did he sigh.

“Verdu has always been studying all kinds of mysticism information, hoping to find a way to completely resolve the family curse. I think that persistence has already merged into his blood…”

The other Abraham family members nodded one after another.

“When he confirms that he cannot complete that ritual, he should give up…”

They faintly hoped Verdu could succeed as well, but they felt there was almost no possibility.

…

On Blue Mountain Island, where the City of Generosity, Bayam, was located, at the private harbor that had originally belonged to the resistance army.

A group of workers who had just finished laying gas pipes were about to find a place to rest and wait for the carriages sent by the Church of the Sea God to bring them back to Bayam. Then they saw those “half-giants,” said to come from northern Feysac islands, walking over, step by step, carrying heavy grayish-white stone.

These workers had all taken part in the construction of harbors, churches, and art galleries. They knew very well how heavy that grayish-white stone was.

They remembered that, even with the assistance of round logs, horses, and machinery, people still had great difficulty transporting similar stone. Yet here, the “half-giants” carried them as easily as toys.

That kind of strength was simply exaggerated to the extreme.

Seeing that, through the efforts of the City of Silver’s pathfinding team, the outer wall and part of the buildings of the town had already preliminarily been constructed, Derrick nodded. He said to Candice and Liaval,

“It is time to return to the City of Silver and tell the Chief and the others about the situation here.”

Not a single member of the City of Silver’s pathfinding team objected. All of them agreed with Elder Derrick’s decision in considerable excitement.

Although they had not been here for very long, they had already deeply fallen in love with their new “hometown.” They loved the warmth under the sun, loved the peace of nights under the red moon, and could hardly wait for their families and friends to experience and enjoy it as well.

Seeing this, Derrick’s back instinctively straightened a little. He controlled himself and did not let a smile surface. Calmly, he said to Candice,

“You and I will return to the City of Silver together and tell the Chief and the other elders of the six-member council about the situation here.

“Mm, Ginos, you come as well. Liaval, you will be responsible for maintaining order here.”

He was worried that he alone might not be able to gain the current Chief Waite Chirmont’s full trust, so he brought two companions along.

After giving the corresponding instructions, Derrick led Candice and Ginos to a secluded area of New City of Silver. He lowered his head, clasped his hands together, prayed to Mr. Fool, and made the wish to return to the City of Silver immediately.

Silently, the scene around them first blurred and stretched, then stabilized and swiftly turned clear.

Before their eyes appeared a stretch of city wall where hair-like weeds swayed.

In only a few seconds, Derrick and his two subordinates had returned outside the gates of the City of Silver.

“…This is a divine miracle…” Candice rubbed her eyes with the hand not holding a weapon and sincerely praised it.

She had imagined many possible ways to return to the City of Silver, but she had never thought they would come back directly like this.

To her, this was a miracle bestowed by a god.

Ginos shook the glass lantern in his hand and muttered without thinking,

“This is much brighter than a hide lantern…”

Before he finished speaking, he realized what he had said and revealed a pure smile without the slightest shadow in it.

This time, they would be the dawn bringers leading the residents of the City of Silver out of the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

Derrick exhaled and maintained a stern outward appearance.

“We will immediately go find the Chief and arrange for everyone to prepare for relocation.”

He had heard Mr. Hanged Man talk about many cases where success was only one step away but still failed. He did not wish the City of Silver to suffer a similar ending.

Therefore, in all the tasks that followed, anything that could be hurried must be hurried.

As they passed through the gates, the residents of the City of Silver in charge of guarding them looked at the three pathfinders curiously. From their ruddy, glowing faces, they saw hope.

“Did Liaval and the others not come back?” someone asked with worry, afraid that the rest of the pathfinding team had already sacrificed themselves.

Derrick answered simply,

“They remained in the outside world to build the temporary camp.”

The guards asked no further questions, afraid of wasting time. They merely watched as Derrick and the others headed toward the twin towers.

Before long, Derrick, Candice, and Ginos met Chief Waite Chirmont and the other members of the six-member council. They summarized the important points and described what their team had seen and experienced in the outside world.

At the end of the report, they also took out a pocket watch, a music box, and other delicate mechanical creations as proof.

Waite Chirmont, who had dark-blue symbols tattooed on his head and stood over two and a half meters tall, exchanged glances with the other members of the six-member council besides Derrick. Then he sighed.

“Your experience is like a beautiful dream. No, even in dreams, I could never have dreamed of such scenes.”

After saying this, his expression grew solemn.

“Has the dungeon for storing Sealed Artifacts been completed?”

“That was the first building we finished,” Derrick answered with absolute certainty.

Waite nodded lightly and immediately began issuing orders.

“Have everyone bring the necessary items and gather at the training grounds.

“To prevent accidents, we will directly pray to Mr. Fool and ask Him to transfer us over.”

At this point, Waite thought for a moment and said,

“Mr. Fool previously sent down an oracle telling us to wait another three hours, until the ancient survivors from Moon City arrive and join us. However, that does not affect us preparing in advance.

“Also, tell everyone that Moon City’s living environment is harsh, and many of its people have already developed mutations. We must view them normally.”

Although the City of Silver had black-faced grass as its staple food, they would still occasionally eat the flesh and blood of monsters to supplement their strength. As a result, malformed infants were sometimes born among them. Therefore, they were not unfamiliar with or surprised by such phenomena.

“All right!” The other members of the six-member council responded without hesitation. On their faces, excited expressions were impossible to suppress.

This time, they were no longer only seeing dawn.

They were welcoming the day.