Chapter 394: Knowledge Cathedral

After a moment, the layered dense color blocks around them faded away, and they arrived at a prayer hall dominated by brass color, filled with tables and chairs.

On both sides of the hall stood rows of neatly arranged bookshelves; at the deepest part of the hall, before Rekton and A Meng, there was a holy seal composed of an opened book and an All-Seeing Eye—the Seal of Knowledge and Wisdom!

Rekton reacted instantly, ignored the gazes around him, turned his head toward A Meng, and in a gentle yet slightly teasing tone bowed slightly to them, saying, "Welcome to the Knowledge Cathedral! Mr. A Meng~"

"Ha, we just stole the Wave Cathedral together, and now you bring me to steal the Knowledge Cathedral?"

A Meng said in an even tone.

A faint white glow appeared on his right hand behind his back, and he squeezed hard.

Whoosh—an illusory shattering sound echoed through the prayer hall, and strands of black mist instantly spread, causing all kinds of dark, negative emotions and desires to surge within.

The surface of the Seal of Knowledge and Wisdom brushed a pale yellow light, and immediately the hall rang with the rustling of turning pages.

Illusory books suddenly materialized in midair, each bearing a brass‑colored eye that seemed to perceive all things.

Tiny specks of brass‑colored light darted rapidly, tracing one mysterious symbol after another, one eye after another.

During this process, the thin black mist that had filled the hall dissolved quickly, and a purifying, soothing force permeated the space.

Wherever the brass‑colored light passed, a thumb‑sized insect with twelve perfectly transparent segments was forced out of the void.

Rekton's gaze fell on A Meng beside him; this avatar of his was dissolving swiftly.

Before it completely vanished, he pinched the single‑lens glasses at his right eye, then removed them and tossed them away.

The single lens transformed into a streak of white light, breaking through the barrier with unstoppable force, soaring into the distance.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Strands of silvery‑white lightning, bearing an aura of violent, tangible destruction, suddenly appeared within the prayer hall.

Just as Rekton raised his hand, the lightning froze instantly, as if someone had hit pause; the brass‑colored specks tinged with silver‑white unraveled the bolts from within.

Along with the disintegration of those silvery‑white bolts, A Meng's body also collapsed.

"Huh—well done!"

Rekton let out a light sigh and casually tossed the milky‑white die he had been holding in his palm.

The die spun in midair and fell back into his hand, landing with the four side up! He slipped the Dice of Probability back into his coat pocket, then turned to the devoutly praying priest with a light laugh, saying:

"Sorry for the trouble; shall I help clear their memories?"

"No need." The priest shook his head gently, declining Rekton's offer.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the priest's eyes suddenly swirled with a pale blue radiance, quickly tinged with dark gold.

A subtle psychic ripple emanated from the priest outward, sweeping each believer with a comforting, soothing power.

While the priest stepped forward, his voice warm and calm, he said:

"You'll subconsciously forget what you just witnessed; after you return and sleep, you'll completely lose memory of it."

A six‑tiered hypnotic sequence—this priest is a learned scholar versed in extensive psychology, or perhaps a mystic instructor?

As thoughts drifted, a faint glow flickered in Rekton's eyes; he sealed his own spirit, shielding himself from the priest's hypnosis and influence.

Rekton sat before the Seal of Knowledge and Wisdom, earnestly praying to the God of Knowledge.

After a moment, having soothed the believers and seeing them leave, the priest who had escorted them out sat beside Rekton; his tone remained steady, but unusually calm as he said:

"You need not worry; I received the Lord's omen earlier, knowing that you and A Meng would appear in this cathedral."

An omen—can the God of Knowledge foretell that? Or perhaps He just randomly chose a cathedral, and under the push of the Dice of Probability I naturally walked into the best‑chosen high‑probability option; the latter seems more likely.

While pondering, Rekton turned his head to scrutinize the priest beside him and asked, "What should I call you? Where is this place?" He was not too old, perhaps in his thirties or forties; although he had restrained his spirit, his display of extraordinary ability suggested he was likely a scholar. His skin was yellowish and rough, not the type of indoor‑reading academic; he probably once worked as an adventurer.

"This is Toscate Island."

"The church only began evangelizing here a few years ago. I am the bishop here, also serving as priest and pastor; you may call me Bishop Leos, or simply priest."

"So I arrived here from the start? Accident? Coincidence? Had I known, I would have come directly. Ha, if I'd known earlier, I wouldn't achieve the current effect."

Amid the flurry of thoughts, Rekton nodded lightly, then introduced himself, "Hello, Bishop Leos, I am Al Thains."

"I know you; the tyrant's church's bounty on you has already spread across the Five Seas, and soon perhaps across all nations—daring to steal the Wave Cathedral with A Meng!"

"They've always claimed you're a member of the church; I didn't really believe that at first."

Leos smiled lightly, his gaze filled with unhidden admiration and praise.

Rekton shrugged helplessly, "If I don't give A Meng something fun to do, I'm afraid they'll treat me as a toy."

Leos politely smiled, offered no comment, and said, "You may read here, or rest; this is the Hall of Knowledge, and the Lord will protect each of his followers."

Rekton gave a slight nod, then rose from his seat and walked toward the clergy's lounge behind the prayer hall.

Though called a lounge, its arrangement leaned more toward a study; the surrounding bookshelves held many volumes, and there were two opposing long desks.

Rekton casually took a copy of "Observations of the Southern Continent" from the window‑side shelf, dragged a chair over, and quietly enjoyed the afternoon sun.

His fingers tapped gently on the pages, producing a thud‑thud sound, his spirit becoming active, repeatedly examining himself.

The Wheel of Fate card vanished, stolen by A Meng while I wasn't looking? It couldn't have been divine punishment; at that time I was afflicted by misfortune from the Dice of Probability, yet A Meng had no time to tend to me. While pondering, he reached into his coat pocket and retrieved the milky‑white die.

Suppressing the urge to roll it, a deep blue‑purple gleam flashed in Rekton's eyes, then grew profoundly dark, resembling the sea surface before a storm, losing focus, an endless haze.

As he glimpsed fate, a vague scene quickly formed in his mind:

In a blinding white expanse, his body instantly dissolved, the Wheel of Fate card thinned and became brittle, falling to the ground onto the gradually disintegrating Dice of Probability; together they turned into a silvery liquid.

The vision stopped abruptly; Rekton's eyes cleared, and his gaze at the Dice of Probability turned subtle—coincidence? He preferred to believe that in the mysterious world, every coincidence is a necessity! He used his Insightful Eye to study the die for a moment, soon understanding its positive and negative effects: the positive side remained unchanged; the negative side gained an effect that constantly compels its holder and those nearby to roll it, and this effect strengthens the longer it is carried.

"Need to seal it?" he said, solidifying the Dice of Probability in his hand, as if speaking to himself.

As soon as the words left his mouth, his left thumb twitched, and the die slipped from his hand onto the floor.

Ding! Ding~ after rolling a short distance on the ground, the die gradually stopped, finally landing with the five side up! "You think a five will buy me off? You're a bit cheap."

Rekton muttered softly.

The die on the floor seemed to understand, wobbling twice more, landing with the four side up!

Damn! This die not only got smarter but also got a bigger temper.

With a sarcastic remark, Rekton bent down, picked up the die, "The die's been taken by me; I wonder if some unborn infant will go to Craigen to complain—am I bullying a child?" While pondering, he pulled a small square iron box from his pocket, filled it with some paper in the lounge to ensure the die wouldn't roll on its own inside, then safely tucked the box back into his coat pocket.

After handling the matter of the probability dice, he only then flipped through the book in his hand while reviewing what had happened today.

Although I unlucky encountered A Meng, at least I escaped; the unluckiest was the Storm Church, which even had the Sea Wave Cathedral stolen.

During this time I will try not to appear at sea; the Storm Doves have probably turned into angry doves.

Also A Meng, their clone definitely has a Tier‑3 level, and there should be many lower‑tier clones hidden nearby. I don't know how they avoided the Lord of the Storm's divine punishment; the moment the divine punishment descended, I was wiped out, with no corresponding memory.

There is no irreconcilable conflict between me and them; they are more interested in me, so they agreed when I suggested stealing the Sea Wave Cathedral, which fits their taste. Next time we can invite them to bomb the Eternal Blazing Sun Cathedral, and I will take the opportunity to seize the Knowledge Emperor's attribute.

(End of Chapter)