New City of Silver.
Derrick Berg picked up the prepared Lightseeker potion, gazing at the liquid that seed to intertwine pure beams of light. He drank it in one go.
In an instant, it felt as though he had approached the true sun, his entire body igniting and showing signs of lting.
Derrick did not retreat. He continued running toward the light, the sun, sensed in his core.
His body quickly lted like heated tal-first dripping liquid, then softening and flowing toward the ground like water.
His bones lted, his organs lted, his brain lted, and even his spirit and consciousness began to dissipate rapidly.
But he never stopped. Supported by the justice deep in his core, he struggled and wriggled forward, guided by the faint light of the sun in his blurred consciousness.
At this mont, he seed to return to the Forsaken Land of the Gods, to the days when he ventured into the Giant King's Court with Chief Colin Iliad and Gehrman Sparrow. But unlike then, the surroundings were not cloaked in darkness and lightning but illuminated by the crimson moonlight that shone through the gloom.
Dragging his lted body and soul, fueled by a belief that abandoned everything for the light, Derrick continued his pursuit with difficulty but unwavering determination.
The light grew closer, and his spirit rged with the burning heat, leaving only a sliver of residual consciousness.
Finally, he saw a pair of grand double doors, sensing the sun and light he longed for beyond them.
His blurred consciousness collided with the doors, pushing them ajar.
A sea of golden light entered Derrick's vision, and a sun of intertwining blazing white and gold rose steadily, illuminating all and dispelling the crimson and darkness.
Derrick Berg smiled and stopped at the entrance.
He imdiately sensed his spirit, soul, and body flowing back together, rging into one.
The door he saw quickly beca illusory, while the sun gradually lost its color and form, revealing its true nature-a slowly rotating chaotic vortex face.
Lumian placed the dark golden, peculiar mask back onto the center of his left shoulder head, covering the face with its starlit glow.
He had co to the New City of Silver this ti to fulfill his promise of helping Mr. Sun Derrick complete the ritual.
The ritual for the Lightseeker potion required finding an item with at least the rank of an Angel and a close connection to the mysticism of the Sun. The item had to be bound to the Beyonder's most critical and justice-related mory, then placed in front of them.
This served as a beacon for Beyonders consuming the Lightseeker potion, providing a mystical connection that would be the last to lt, helping them maintain their direction, clarity of consciousness, and determination to persist through the transformation process.
For this ritual, the binding of mory and item was accomplished by Mr. Fool's Grafting, and the item was Lumian's chaotic vortex face. Its close association with the Chaos Sea naturally made it deeply connected to the mysticism of the Sun.
Lumian's role was to arrive at the scene, remove the mask, and let the chaotic vortex face manifest the power of the Sun.
After stabilizing himself, Derrick Berg, clad in a plain white robe, bowed respectfully to Lumian. "Thank you for your assistance."
Lumian glanced around and smiled. "I'd like to borrow a room."
"Alright," The Sun Derrick replied without asking why.
He helped Lumian find a quiet scripture-reading room in the Church of The Fool's headquarters.
Lumian sat down, raised his left hand, and pressed it onto the center of the mask on his head.
His shadow suddenly squird as if it had gained self-awareness.
Then Lumian's voice echoed in his heart, plunging into the depths of his shadow and the corrupted part of his nature. "Mr. Naboredisley, I'd like to et with you now."
The sound sank into the pitch-black abyss, reverberating layer upon layer.
Lumian did not need to unseal or remove the mask to employ the abilities of the Visionary and The Hanged Man at this level.
Not long after, a dark, sinister liquid seed to churn and surge within his shadow, from which an ice-blue-eyed Naboredisley rapidly erged.
"Good afternoon." Naboredisley greeted with gentlemanly poise, taking a seat opposite Lumian with a smile. "Are you preparing for the secret deed with the City of Calamity?"
"I still need two or three weeks to strengthen the balance of my body. You wouldn't want to explode the mont I accommodate the City of Calamity, would you?" Lumian responded with a faint smile.
"Then why did you seek ?" Naboredisley asked directly, skipping any guesses.
Lumian chuckled. "I want you to give that portion of Abomination Beyonder characteristic in advance. Otherwise, we might not have ti to handle it when the mont cos.
"We must prepare for unforeseen events and get all the groundwork done early."
"But you haven't fulfilled your end of the deal," Naboredisley reminded.
Lumian looked at him with a teasing tone. "I'm not that Celestial Worthy. Have I ever broken a promise?
"Besides, helping you is also helping myself. I have no reason not to fulfill my promise. At worst, if I fail to accommodate it, your attempt will fail indirectly, but in that case, everyone dies anyway, including your Abomination avatar. Keeping it would be aningless."
Naboredisley remained silent, not responding imdiately.
He had always been prone to interpreting others' intentions with the deepest malice.
After all, He was the embodint of malice itself.
"If you're still worried, you can plant a spiritual mark in my consciousness and spirit right now," Lumian offered. "I don't mind living with it for two or three weeks. The only problem is it might backfire and corrupt you. You know what's inside ."
"But you can erase the spiritual mark before the secret deed with the City of Calamity," Naboredisley hesitated before responding.
Lumian burst out laughing. "Why not draft a notarized contract while we're at it? I'll make it,
and Mr. Fool can witness it."
Naboredisley stared at Lumian for a few seconds before smiling. "No need. I trust you. I'll
have my Abomination avatar co over now.
"The spiritual mark can wait until you bond with the City of Calamity."
Lumian responded with a smile, "Deal."
Soon after, Farbauti, the Abomination covered in gold and wearing a mask painted black and
white, erged from the spirit world before Lumian.
Naboredisley raised His head and locked eyes with Farbauti, nodding slightly in mutual acknowledgnt.
Seeing this, Lumian remarked with a touch of sentint, "After the last Dream Festival, we made many preparations to guard the tomb and deal with the Angels of the Rose School of Thought's indulgence faction and Devil families, all for the next Dream Festival. Yet none of that ca into play. The early arrival of the crimson moon turned the world into ruins, making it impossible to hold the Dream Festival again.
"That's precisely why I want you to hand over the Abomination Beyonder characteristic in advance. Our enemies won't sit idle while we prepare; they won't wait for us to complete everything thodically before starting the apocalypse.
"With what little ti remains, we must finish everything we need to do as quickly as possible. Waiting for the perfect mont is futile; the future is full of uncertainties." Naboredisley smiled in response. "Though I doubt your motives, my rational mind tells this is indeed necessary."
As He spoke, Farbauti removed the golden mask derived from the forr Death, Salinger.
With a clatter, the gold covering His body fell away piece by piece, landing on the ground with
tallic thuds.
In re seconds, His body disintegrated, transforming into a grotesque tree-like shape coated in viscous black liquid.
"Is this the Abomination's Mythical Creature form?" Lumian asked, his curiosity piqued for
once.
Naboredisley shook His head with a smile. "The Mythical Creature form of the Chained pathway is actually invisible, intangible, a collection of various curses. What you saw previously as a Mythical Creature form is essentially the vessel that carries this aggregate-or no, not 'carries.' Using terms like 'binds' and 'fixes' would be more symbolically accurate. "So, the outward manifestation of the Mythical Creature form of this pathway depends on one's self-awareness and the choices made during the advancent to Sequence 4 Puppet and Sequence 2 Ancient Bane as a base. These bases bind and stabilize the various curses resulting from the disassembly process."
"An embald mummy at the demigod level?" Lumian recalled the unique items required for
the Puppet advancent ritual.
Naboredisley nodded gently and explained, "Yes, that's one type of anchor. However, it's not strictly necessary to use a demigod-level mummy. Any item with a similar function and the sa rank can serve the purpose. The Rose School of Thought's temperance faction traditionally uses mummies for their advancent. This practice is tied to the imagery and history of Tolzna and has even influenced the burial customs of the Highlands Kingdom. "Similarly, the advancent to Ancient Bane requires finding an ancient, evil item capable of bearing angelic power. This item becos the core of the final Mythical Creature form." "Born Mythical Creatures like Suah and Tirié, who have not completed the corresponding Sequence advancents, exhibit forms that are essentially amplifications of Their Beyonder
characteristics."
Having finished this explanation, Naboredisley discussed a few more aspects of the deep
secret deed with Lumian before taking His leave.
Shortly after His departure, Renette Tinekerr, carrying four golden-haired, red-eyed heads,
and Sharron, wearing a small bonnet, appeared in the room.
They had sensed the convergence and followed their spiritual intuition to investigate.
"Our deal can now move forward," Lumian said with a smile.
Sharron nodded slightly, allowing the crimson-stained crystal tiara hidden in the spirit world
to erge from its seal and float toward Lumian.
This was the Grade o Sealed Artifact, Calamity of Crimson, corresponding to the Demoness of
Catastrophe.
"It's yours now," Lumian said, gesturing toward the Abomination Beyonder characteristic. "Thank"..."you"..."for"..."your"..."help," Renette Tinekerr four heads spoke in sequence. Sharron, on the other hand, lightly lifted the hem of her dress in a gesture of gratitude.
Once the two ladies had secured the Beyonder characteristic and left the room, Lumian, holding the Calamity of Crimson, returned to where The Sun Derrick was waiting. With a
smile, he said,
"You can trade the Gift of the Land now."
As he spoke, Cheek's eyes transford into mirrors, and a figure erged.
It was Zedus, a man of almost unparalleled beauty, with scarlet eyes.
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