Chapter 42: Goodbye

Chapter 42: Goodbye

Above the gray fog, Klein’s pupils instantly dilated. Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at the mottled long table before him.

There, four Cards of Blasphemy lay face down, their backs patterned slightly differently.

At that moment, he felt both lingering fear and relief, as though he had wandered blindfolded along the edge of the abyss several times, yet never fallen in.

If he had devoted himself to collecting the Cards of Blasphemy, gathered all twenty-two, or obtained the Mother card, then, with his habit of accommodating different cards to gain the corresponding status and qualities, he might already have been corroded by the Mother Goddess of Depravity, incubating no one knew what.

Still, I am not Roselle. Even if I had the Mother card, I probably would not accommodate it. Besides, in order to prevent gods from finding them, the Cards of Blasphemy are extremely difficult to collect. Gathering all of them is almost impossible… This seems like an arrangement casually left behind by the Mother Goddess of Depravity. If someone were unlucky enough to obtain the Mother card, they would become one of this world’s hidden dangers… Klein withdrew his gaze and continued looking through his paper-substitute at Roselle Gustav on the iron-black chair.

At this moment, Roselle’s body rose slightly. His voice was sometimes low and sometimes high:

“All things have divinity…

“The Primordial still lives. It lives inside every person!”

Klein’s brows faintly furrowed. For a moment, he could not tell whether the one currently speaking was Roselle or the red moon within him.

Regarding this secret, he had not only possessed a certain understanding long ago, but had also personally experienced it. Now, he was no longer so horrified and panicked. Instead, he recalled the teachings of the Aurora Order he had once read:

They preached that the Creator was omnipresent, existing within every living being. Therefore, all things had divinity, and when divinity became abundant enough, one could become an angel. The present orthodox gods were merely more powerful angels. For ordinary people, as long as they could grasp the essence of life as a journey of the spirit, consciously temper the spirit, strengthen the spirit, find their own divinity, and merge it with more divinity, they could escape the mortal body and become angels.

Back then, I only felt that even a cult like the Aurora Order had a complete set of mysticism and theological theories, as formal as the orthodox Churches. Now, though, I can interpret the truth hidden beneath those words… From a certain perspective, it really isn’t wrong. The only problem is whether, after merging with more divinity, one is still oneself… The True Creator actually placed one of this world’s deepest secrets into His own doctrine. Is He not afraid that some believer might suddenly achieve enlightenment, learn of the contamination underground, and become corroded into one of the vessels for the Primordial’s revival? This Hanged Man really is a little mad. His reason is not always online… Klein muttered inwardly and waited for Roselle to say more.

Two or three seconds passed. Roselle, who was always hovering between fading into slumber and gaining new life, sat back on the iron-black throne and exhaled, saying nothing.

Klein then controlled the paper figurine to speak.

“Among the words you just spoke, which should I believe, and which should I guard against?”

Roselle laughed.

“Consider it yourself.

“Heh. Isn’t that exactly the style you Seers use when speaking?”

Without waiting for Klein’s answer, he continued as though talking to himself,

“When creating the mask Pale Death, I noticed something: the Death of the Fourth Epoch may not have completely fallen, and the resurrection arrangements He left behind number more than one. Some of them may be connected to that River of Eternal Darkness. Heh heh. Death is definitely not so easy to kill…”

At this point, Roselle…