Chapter 147: A Dream with Revelation

"So, what's your opinion of Mr. Fool?"

Ke Lai En turned the question from the Source Fortress to the Fool on the Original Fortress; he wanted to use the chance to ask the other's view and attitude toward the Fool, and was also curious about his own connection with that gray mist.

Lei Ke Dun didn't dwell on the Source Fortress, but brought up something else:

"Let me tell you something: the Hidden Sage isn't a true god; it's merely an activated singularity."

Seeing Ke Lai En's surprised expression, Lei Ke Dun continued:

"It is a singularity activated by the Wilderness of Knowledge; when the Wilderness of Knowledge stands in for it, the Hidden Sage approaches a true god infinitely."

"Activated?" Ke Lai En seized the crux of Lei Ke Dun's words.

He roughly understood what the other meant: that the Fool might be a singularity activated by the Source Fortress, just like the Hidden Sage.

"So, in A Er's eyes, I and he are the same kind of person? So his behavior before me now is unlike other times, with little disguise."

"Unfortunately, I'm not a follower of Mr. Fool; I am Mr. Fool himself, and I could never be an activated singularity."

"It only makes me more confused; the more I know, the more questions arise."

Ke Lai En remained silent outwardly, while countless thoughts raced through his mind.

"It's getting late; get some rest early!"

Lei Ke Dun reminded the brainstorming Ke Lai En with a single word, then rose from the sofa, took a sip of water from his cup, stepped into the spirit realm, and returned to the room opposite the street.

Ke Lai En was still pondering the Source Fortress issue; just as he was about to speak, Lei Ke Dun had already vanished from the living room.

Ke Lai En looked at the empty living room and let out a slight sigh:

"Traveling through the spirit realm is truly convenient! I'm even thinking of finding a magical item with the right ability."

Turning off the gas lamp in the living room, Ke Lai En went up to the second‑floor bedroom. Having killed Lan Er Wu Si today, his heart, which had shed many heavy burdens, was now burdened with new questions after his conversation with A Er.

Back in his own house, Lei Ke Dun freshened up briefly and then lay down on the bedroom's bed.

The piece of transparent amber that sealed the True Creator's divine flesh and blood was placed by Lei Ke Dun on the cabinet standing by the wall.

In a room beneath the Saint Samuel Church in Beckland North District, the night watch were holding an impromptu emergency meeting.

Sai Xi Ma scanned the people in the room, cleared his throat lightly, and then spoke:

"I have received a revelation from the goddess: during our operation against Lan Er Wu Si, a demon god briefly descended."

"It is the Hidden Sage worshipped by the Moses Ascetic Order; it only descended for a fleeting instant, did not fully manifest, and even concealed itself to some extent."

"Had it not been so, we wouldn't be sitting here in a meeting; you would be heading to the Dock District to deal with the monsters we lost control of."

The atmosphere turned solemn; all the night watch present knew the night's operation had taken a major turn, but none expected it to involve a demon god's descent.

A senior deacon of the night watch spoke in a heavy tone:

"Though it's hard to say, it's truly surprising that you all managed to return alive."

"According to the church's records, the Hidden Sage spends most of its time chasing the Peeking Secretive Ones, but when its affairs are involved, it never remains so silent and rarely leaves little impact."

Sai Xi Ma nodded slightly and then said:

"At that time, the goddess's will arrived with the Hidden Sage's descent, perhaps that's why the Hidden Sage left in such a hurry."

"Of course, it's more likely that it had already achieved its purpose."

In his dream, Lei Ke Dun saw, in a hazy blur, a cross with a nailed condemned figure.

He strained to see more clearly, but the scene shifted again, this time showing a corpse wrapped in gray‑white cloth.

The scene shifted once more; the wrapped corpse revived, and he sat together with a group of people whose faces were indistinct.

The dream ended, and Lei Ke Dun fell back into a drowsy sleep. Upon waking again, it was already the next morning.

The moment he opened his eyes in bed, Lei Ke Dun recalled last night's dream.

His brows furrowed as he struggled to determine whether it was a premonition from his own spirit, a hint from the Hidden Sage, or a sign from the Wilderness of Knowledge.

Or perhaps. Lei Ke Dun turned his gaze to the cabinet by the wall, where a transparent amber about the size of an adult's fist rested.

He rolled out of bed, walked to the cabinet holding the transparent amber, and took it in his hand.

Staring at it for a good while, he murmured to himself:

"I dreamed of Easter last night? It does fit the Hanged Man."

"Is that your influence?"

He immediately shook his head, rejecting the guess; although it contains the True Creator's divinity, it has already been sealed by the Hidden Sage.

Moreover, the Hanged Man, who wields the power of fall, brings an influence that doesn't match the dream's content.

"If it were the Hidden Sage or a revelation from my own spirit, it would most likely point to a mysterious reappearance."

Lei Ke Dun muttered a line, and the thought then spiraled uncontrollably in his mind.

His restless curiosity could not be suppressed, so Lei Ke Dun simply placed the transparent amber on the coffee table by the window.

He took out a paper avatar fashioned from messenger paper, folded, and waved it in the air.

Closing his eyes to meditate, he coaxed the sage trait within himself; the paper avatar twisted and swelled mid‑air, turning into specks of starlight, then reconvened into a slightly mature, cold‑tempered image of Lei Ke Dun.

When the paper avatar appeared, it immediately clasped its hands together, and faint white light rose behind it, like wings formed of pure white radiance.

A massive phantom cross emerged, merging into the transparent amber. It seemed countless voices reciting the Bible echoed in his ears, and a sacred feeling filled the room.

All this lasted less than half a minute before vanishing. Lei Ke Dun's paper avatar instantly turned into specks of starlight and disappeared.

In the second‑floor bedroom of the house opposite the street, Ke Lai En had just woken up, his inspiration suddenly sparked; he stared blankly toward Lei Ke Dun's house and whispered:

"What's over there? I think I heard the choir's chant."

Destiny, who also lived nearby, looked toward Lei Ke Dun's bedroom with puzzlement:

"Which church's chanting is that? How strange."

Destiny, curious to see more, instantly collapsed onto the ground, a line of blood‑tears streaming from his eyes, his mouth slightly open as if to moan in pain, yet he could not utter a sound.

He saw the phantom of the True Creator; had destiny's warning not made him close his eyes in time, he might have gone berserk from gazing upon the true god.

"Who is watching me?"

Lei Kedun murmured in thought.

He had just sensed a fleeting glance, but before he could follow the direction of that gaze, the other's look suddenly stopped.

The transparent amber Lei Kedun had placed on the coffee table underwent a slight change after experiencing a mysterious manifestation from Easter.

The clump of flesh and blood inside the transparent amber, imbued with the divinity of the True Creator, turned into a silhouette of a person upside‑down nailed to a cross, and that silhouette was wrapped in a layer like blood‑stained gauze.

Lei Kedun's spiritual feedback was that, after waiting three days, this clump of flesh and blood would be reborn.

Withdrawing his spirituality, Lei Kedun pulled a chair over and sat down.

The magic created from the Easter story on Earth turned out to be unexpectedly strong.

The mysterious magic that Lei Kedun called the Resurrection Cross can, while preserving the body, soul, and characteristics intact, let a dead person be reborn in a new state after a three‑day transformation, and only truly die forty days later.

"For ordinary people it's still fine, but for extraordinary beings it's somewhat difficult to die with a whole corpse, especially preserving their characteristics—forming a sealed object doesn't count as preserving those characteristics."

After a bit of thought, Lei Kedun found that while this mysterious manifestation could revive, it wasn't that powerful.

"However, if A Meng were to get hold of this mysterious manifestation, he would be fully capable of achieving a true, undamaged resurrection."

Immediately he also thought of A Meng, who is good at exploiting bugs, and Lei Kedun realized that in A Meng's hands this mysterious manifestation would be very powerful.

He gave a slight shake of the head and muttered to himself:

"That way, the powerful one wouldn't be this mysterious manifestation, but A Meng!"

"Or once one attains the status of a true god or an angelic rank, each has their own way to use some of this mysterious manifestation's abilities."

Lei Kedun thought of the clump of flesh and blood imbued with the True Creator's divinity, and wondered whether after three days it might sprout a new offspring of the True Creator.

"Is this an extra development? Linking up with the True Creator? Too bad the True Creator has gone mad; otherwise I would surely support him as God."

Leaning back in the chair, Lei Kedun's thoughts kept wandering.

(End of chapter)