Chapter 192: Cognition

The "Sefirah Castle" is currently in an absolutely ownerless state; whoever can enter it can effectively form a kind of "occupation."

And as long as there is even the slightest connection, Chumen can completely convert it into a subordinate relationship.

The body Chumen created is entirely that of an ordinary person, without a trace of Beyonder characteristics, meeting the requirements for entering "Sefirah Castle."

And the Silver Medal's certain connection to "Sefirah Castle" opened the door wide, letting that "ordinary person" into the Grey Fog.

This is the "program" set by the "Mysteries" within "Sefirah Castle"; everyone born from "Sefirah Castle" possesses the qualification to enter "Sefirah Castle."

The current situation is that Chumen has occupied this qualification, and the consciousness inside that ordinary body is naturally Chumen's.

Honestly, Chumen has already seen the hazy, blurred, and boundless Grey Fog.

The Grey Fog flows like water, dotted with deep red stars; these stars emit faint light, illuminating this expanse of Grey Fog.

This place is very similar to the Dream Sea; it is the periphery formed by the aura of true "Source Quality," not the true core.

And the main body of "Sefirah Castle" is that very cyan-black light gate.

"Huh?" Chumen was startled by this scene, and in the next moment, the entire Sefirah Castle exhibited a "rejection reaction" never seen before.

The water-like Grey Fog surged like ocean waves, whipping up one towering tornado after another, while that true "Sefirah Castle"—

—that cyan-black light gate also manifested above the Grey Fog, pressing down fiercely toward Chumen.

The light spheres composed of distorted worms that made up the light gate scattered as if they had gone mad, and a power of an extremely high level erupted.

A power in no way inferior to a Half-Old One rose with a boom; this was the autonomous power of "Sefirah Castle."

Even without a foundation, He Himself possesses infinite might.

Chumen's mouth twitched; it was likely that Chumen's essence was ultimately detected by "Sefirah Castle," which was why it was willing to pay any price to kill Chumen.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't bicker with the dead." To break in under the premise of being discovered would be a terrifying war.

And the victor of that war would be "God."

Before that cyan-black light gate could crush him to death, Chumen transformed into a Dream Fantasy Bubble and dissipated without a trace.

But the Grey Fog still would not let it go; it scoured the place where Chumen had stood with endless Grey Fog, erasing every trace Chumen had left behind.

"Failed." Chumen's expression was calm; he didn't care too much.

If the "Mysteries" were so easily crushed in His coffin, then Sasriel of the Third Epoch would have long since claimed "Sefirah Castle" for Himself.

"But this Silver Medal..."

It had lost the wondrous power to connect with "Sefirah Castle" and was completely blocked by "Sefirah Castle."

In other words, even if Huang Tao became a "Diviner," "Marauder," or "Apprentice," he would be unable to enter Sefirah Castle even with this Silver Medal.

Even when he is able to replicate the Silver Medal in the future, he will be unable to produce something capable of connecting to "Sefirah Castle."

This directly severed his hope of controlling Sefirah Castle.

"Give him some compensation." Chumen waved his hand and sent this Silver Medal to Huang Tao's bedroom.

"..." A few minutes later, Huang Tao stared dumbfounded at the Silver Medal he had just fished out.

"But this is far from a golden finger!" Huang Tao was anxious; after some research and seeing no effect, he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

But in a flash, he cheered up again, "I, Roselle Gustav, am meant to be the protagonist of an era; what do I need a golden finger for? Everything I have is earned by my own hard work!"

Swish!

Before his words had even faded, a phosphorescent light suddenly flashed across the Silver Medal; it was a symbol based on a book, dotted with Dream Bubbles.

And after the entire Dream Symbol took shape, it changed again, turning into an illusory cyan-black light gate.

This was Chumen's analysis and replication of the power of "Sefirah Castle" in a short amount of time.

And this Silver Medal was already connected to "Sefirah Castle"; now, Chumen had used his own ability to stuff the ability he had "analyzed" into this Silver Medal.

This counts as a composite Magical Item related to the three pathways of "Sefirah Castle," its level likely just below a Unique.

"..."

Roselle Huang Tao Gustav had black lines running down his forehead; this golden finger didn't come early or late, but chose to arrive right after he had made his grand speech.

Could this be the way to activate a golden finger? It really is a twisted sense of humor...

"Golden finger, let me see your limits!"

Roselle held the Silver Medal in his hand, found a string, and hung it around his neck.

"I really am the destined protagonist!" Roselle strode out of the bedroom with his head held high.

"Tsk!" Chumen intercepted that grand speech of Roselle's and made it the first page of the "Roselle" Diary.

This one of his was the true Roselle Diary!

"Young Master!" Two middle-aged maids shrieked at the top of their lungs, nearly making Roselle, whose mind was still a bit dazed, jump.

"Uh... alright, alright!" Roselle remembered these two maids.

The family he was in was originally a minor, peripheral noble family of the Solomon Empire; now, after several generations of inheritance, it had gradually declined, and they could only afford such maids to barely maintain appearances.

"The whole world..." Roselle was a person with extremely strong environmental adaptability; this was likely the standard for "Sefirah Castle" to choose people.

Amanises, an Angel who descended, could survive and develop among the Demon Wolf clan, and the Fool of later generations could face Beyonders without revealing a single flaw while still an ordinary person.

After a period of time, Roselle blended perfectly into this era and then subconsciously began to look for things he could do.

"No! This world is not scientific!"

"Papermaking and printing have actually had a history of over a thousand years? And have gone through several iterations?"

"The farm tools and production tools here are advanced to an excessive degree, aren't they? Things like salt and iron have already been widely popularized among the common people?"

"And cream Cake, cookies, french fries... have these things from medieval Europe already become daily food?"

"Why is this world so bizarre?" Roselle was dumbfounded; there were many things that matched his understanding of history, but there were certain things that shattered his perception, bizarrely embedded into this era.

In the end, Roselle also found the source of everything.

"Dream Sect?" In the information Roselle could find, this sect was just a group of pure idealists who believed in the "Supreme Dream" and spent their days doing impractical things.

But the fact was, it really was these rationalists who had brought many good things into existence.

Heaven have mercy, the moment he ate the ice cream, he really almost couldn't hold it together.

The believers of the entire Dream Sect seem to have put all their technology points into the aspect of eating.

"And there's the Dream Gold Coin..." Roselle flicked a shining gold coin, which was the currency of the Solomon Empire, with a Dream Book engraved on it.

This pattern, Roselle had once seen on his own Silver Medal.