Chapter 477: Divine Descent

"The Anchor influences the Spirit World, the Spirit World influences Spirituality... and then Spirituality in turn influences the Subconscious Ocean of the Mortal World..."

Aaron closed his eyes, silently deducing matters related to Fate.

"This is a rather powerful Extraordinary Ability; perhaps it could be named—'Thought Alchemy'!"

"Theoretically speaking... it could even turn falsehood into truth, for instance, making many people believe in the existence of an Extraordinary Item, and then it would truly transform from falsehood into reality! It might even exist eternally..."

"Or... use it to propagate a matter, letting the Subconscious Ocean push it to become real... Whatever I proclaim shall become reality?"

This kind of Alchemy is undoubtedly far more terrifying than the material transmutation of an 'Alchemist'.

But Aaron soon opened his eyes, rubbing the space between his brows, knowing that this Extraordinary Ability also has its limitations.

No matter who gazes upon Aaron, they would only feel that the other person is an utterly ordinary individual; they would even quickly forget his appearance, and feel not the slightest bit strange about it.

"Boss, bring us two more here..." Bruce snapped his fingers: "It's rare for friends to gather; we must have a good drink today!"

Suddenly, Bruce looked at the potted plant on the guest table, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

Seeing this scene, Aaron, who had been swaggering behind Bruce all the way home without anyone noticing, couldn't help but sigh: "Is this seeking one's own death?"

'However... in the view of Bruce's Occultism knowledge, once the honorific name of a Hidden Existence is chanted, one can never escape; he can only change his faith to pray for forgiveness... which is understandable.'

Bruce was originally used as a bridge by the 'Mother of Nature'; although it was unintentional, he still received quite severe contamination.

The carriage driver thanked him and soon left.

"Hey... how long has it been since we met?"

That is to say, having originally cured the external contamination, he has now actively introduced it again...

Otherwise, just by relying on this handsome face that exceeds the limits of humanity, Aaron would have caused a huge mess and then attracted the attention of the three Imperial God churches and the Investigation Bureau.

Bruce rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen a hallucination.

This poor fellow still does not know that his entire school is guided and controlled by Motula.

This is the upgraded version of the 'Arcanist' ability, 'Cognitive Tampering'.

Bruce scanned his eyes around, saw Aaron directly, a look of excitement appeared on his face, and he waved his hand.

It is just a pity that this fool in front of him still knows nothing.

He fumbled for his keys, inserted them several times before opening the door lock, and entered the room.

"However, using it on a small scale is still a decent attempt."

Not long after, another guest pushed the door and walked in.

Aaron glanced at Bruce with pity.

But he himself is unaware; looking at this situation, after recovering, due to inner fear... his faith actively leaned toward the Hidden Existence, the 'Mother of Nature'.

"Sigh..."

He placed a Half-Moon Orchid in the living room; in the field of Secret History, the juice of Half-Moon Orchid petals is used in many places, counting as a type of Occultism material.

In his eyes, Aaron seemed to be the same as he was before.

Aaron's gaze was playful.

"About a year, I suppose... I went to South Innis for a trip for a while, how about you? How have you been lately?"

He seemed to not think at all that Aaron's current handsomeness, which transcends humanity, was anything worth noting.

At dusk.

The already drunk Bruce said goodbye to Aaron and returned to his own apartment.

Fortunately, after I descended, I performed a Purification for him.

"The point is... my status is insufficient; once the scope of influence is too wide, exceeding the limit I can suppress, I will be held hostage by it in turn... at that time, it would be fun if the person writing the script enters their own script..."

Originally, under his Purification, Bruce should have been considered completely free of contamination.

They flew out of the potted plant, spreading across the floor and walls... and even climbed onto the door behind him, sealing the entire room.

And the next moment, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself incessantly: "Mother of Nature... You are the master of vitality, the protector of forests and Animals, the Dominator of the Steel Jungle... a humble person prays for your favor, prays for your forgiveness..."

Aaron pushed open the main door and entered the 'Three Rats' bar; the people around glanced at him, then shifted their gazes away without care.

Although on the surface they pursue history and worship the 'Keeper of Secrets', in reality, they are the purest of double agents.

"Furthermore, other forces in the Mortal World and the many Lords of Ages are not fools; if a rumor spreads weirdly on a large scale, it will inevitably be discovered by them, and then immediately stopped as Extraordinary contamination..."

Otherwise, Bruce would likely not have lived until now; loss of control and madness would be the only ending.

"I've been doing well too."

But at this moment, countless tender buds were growing vigorously from within the potted plant, transforming into vines and creepers...

Bruce sat down excitedly in front of Aaron and shook hands with him.

Bruce scanned the surroundings, found that there were few guests and no one was paying attention to this corner, so he lowered his voice and replied: "The school has been rebuilt; um, I am also a 'Secret History Scholar' just like the teacher..."

'However, in the Hidden Realm, the less one knows, perhaps the happier one is.'

While Aaron was thinking, the carriage had already stopped.

He came to the bar counter, ordered a glass of rye beer for himself, went to a corner seat, and waited quietly.

"Mm."

The surrounding environment inexplicably became illusory, as if the Spirit World and the Mortal World had begun to overlap.

Not just him!

Aaron straightened his black trench coat, round top hat, and gold-inlaid cane, stepped off the carriage, and paid the fare.

Aaron picked up the beer mug and took another large gulp.

Even the people passing by on the street, whether newsboys, fruit vendors, white-collar workers, or ladies... their eyes swept over Aaron, and their expressions did not change in the slightest, as if they had seen the most ordinary of strangers.

He was wearing a gray formal suit, had blue eyes, and wore gold-rimmed glasses; it was none other than Bruce Field!

The other party is Aaron's good friend in Green Forest City, a student of Clark, an Apprentice of the Eye of Gumon, and... the unlucky fellow targeted by the 'Mother of Nature'.

Just as Aaron was feeling moved, he saw Bruce's eyes instantly turn an emerald green.

The carriage driver's voice came from the front: "Sir... we have arrived at the Three Rats tavern."

Especially at this moment when Motula is about to ascend, the situation of the Eye of Gumon will become even more awkward.

Amidst this "overlap," countless things like insect compound eyes opened in the Shadow behind Bruce, and the figure of a lady with a plump and soft silhouette, surrounded by countless vines and iron thorns, possessing four arms and two faces, descended from the Spirit World and merged with Bruce.

God Descent!

(End of this chapter)