Above the gray fog, Klein recalled the "secret" explanation just now and subconsciously rubbed his chin.
Controlling good luck rather than controlling destiny is something Zaratul did not mention in Emperor Russell's diary.
There is also the blasphemous slate mentioned later. I always thought it was something only in myths, but it turns out it really exists...
Suddenly, he remembered the strange card in Medici's hand in the underground ruins, and his thoughts changed.
"There is a certain relationship between the Blasphemy Card and the Profanity Slate?"
"Secret" tapped his finger on the armrest of the "World" seat, a little surprised by Klein's question.
"If you can associate these two things together, you have indeed made some progress."
Am I making progress?
These two names sound like the same thing. Isn’t this something you can figure out with just your brain?
His face looked ashen as if he had been underestimated, but it was as if he hadn't noticed the "secret", with a smile on his lips, and he was very interested in popularizing information that he could know.
"The blasphemous slate you are talking about actually has two pieces in total. One is directly derived from the true God of an older era. You can also call Him the Creator of the Generation."
"The other piece is from the second era. After the death of the second generation creator, the part that evolved from his corpse can be understood as his legacy and final research results."
The first generation Creator, the second generation Creator, above the true God?
Klein, who had a stiff expression, had long forgotten the vague sarcasm just now, and leaned forward without any concealment, his mouth wide open.
He felt that he could understand every word "Secret" just said, but when connected, the meaning behind those nouns might be more profound than he imagined.
At least my spirituality has begun to be touched. This knowledge itself symbolizes pollution? Klein pursued the information that he might have heard in the past but did not pay attention to. He bit his lip slightly with his teeth and had a flash of inspiration.
"What you call the true God is the person you failed to become. The real reason why you can't go home?"
Seeing "Secret" frowning slightly, he realized as soon as he finished speaking that his words were not quite accurate.
"Well, what I mean is, is it true that only the 'divineer', 'thief', and 'apprentice' correspond to the true gods and have authority in the world that can help us get home?"
If any true god can do it, then why did the so-called second-generation creator fall instead of going home with the "secret"?
This sharp question is like a sharp sword, piercing the secret that has been covered up. I don’t know when, the "secret" turned into the cold and inorganic appearance when it first "awakened", the casual sitting posture became upright, and the whole body
The gray fog is thick, and the gilt patterns on the surface of the robe are bright and clear.
He stared deeply at his own body, his sight penetrating the thick fog blocking the middle.
Klein subconsciously tried to avoid it, but his desire for knowledge and obsession with returning home still controlled his thinking, nailing him to his seat, unable to move.
"I'm just asking. After all, you haven't really reached that realm, and you may not understand the Creator..." Facing the "mysterious" gaze, Klein suddenly felt as if his brain was becoming smoother.
All kinds of complex thinking collapsed from the inside out, and all that was left in the draft was the rigid expression.
Suddenly, the squirming thing under the "Secret" robe stopped, and the depth in his eyes suddenly dispersed. There was a moment of dullness, and then turned back to sharpness in an instant, and swept towards Klein fiercely.
However, that gaze did not seem to be as sharp as expected. Instead, it seemed like a sigh, expressing a gradual helplessness.
Although the "Secret" who was sitting upright still looked like his divine indifference had prevailed, his tone had softened.
"Sometimes, the magic box is opened like this. An unintentional action or accidental knowledge can lead to disaster without even knowing it."
As he spoke, his originally calm tone turned sharp, and his cold and inorganic expression was broken like a mask, replaced by a look of annoyance that made iron become steel.
"Where's your brain?"
"Didn't I just emphasize that there is no one way to monopolize a certain power, and there are not several adjacent ways that can achieve this!"
The sight of it rising high and falling gently startled Klein. He suddenly felt a heat on his face and instinctively turned his head.
"Secret", who seemed to have no abnormality, nodded slightly and continued to talk to himself:
"The Creator of the Second Age also holds authority over a certain time domain. In many cases, possession is just the foundation. The real difficulties often lie in the process of implementing the plan."
"The larger the vision, the more precise the plan is. The more precise the plan, the easier it is to collapse in a certain chain. This is a truth summarized in history."
"But human beings are always unable to truly learn lessons from history." Klein subconsciously accepted this sentence, but found that his voice was extremely obvious, and there was silence for a moment above the vast gray fog.
A bad premonition welled up in his heart, and he turned his gaze blankly.
As expected, "Secret" was looking at him with a complicated face, doubt, anger, numbness and other emotions piled on that handsome face, giving it a different flavor.
Silently, crimson light suddenly flashed and enveloped Klein in an instant. The Fool's seat was instantly empty.
Phew..."Mysterious", who was frozen in his seat like a statue, let out a long breath, and the residue of various emotions could still be seen on his face.
He was engrossed in counting the spots on the long bronze table, trying to calm himself down in this way.
"Huh... As expected of me, I do have the talent for provocation..." He breathed out again, feeling that he had regained the rare illusion of looking after a child.
Suddenly, the deity in his mind was chattering away. The deity, who was so exhausted, smiled, casually grabbed a book in the air with his right hand, and pulled out a book.
He rubbed the cover of the book and couldn't help but sigh:
"Perhaps my attitude towards him is too good..."
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Click, click, click. In the closed underground room, the telegraph machine kept spitting out words, transmitting news from several kilometers away.
The figure sitting at the table jumped up instantly after just one glance. His face was full of traces of staying up late, and he eagerly waved his right hand.
The off-white paper was accompanied by the red gloves waving, attracting the attention of several red gloves nearby.
The leader, Crestel Sesima, nodded calmly, and unconsciously moved his right hand towards the suitcase wrapped with a silver chain at his feet.
"What did the telegram say?"
The member of the Red Gloves who was responsible for deciphering the telegram handed over the translation manuscript in his hand without hesitation, and at the same time repeated the contents of the telegram quickly.
"In the East District, we have determined the location of Lanerwus. They have hijacked a hotel and seem to be preparing for some kind of ceremony!"