Chapter 611: 001

In the deep library of the Spirit Realm, wave after wave of information streams surged outward from outside, countless massive pure knowledge converged here, reconstituting Lei Ke Dun's body.

As soon as he appeared, he tossed the gray‑white book etched with many abstract twisted patterns at Mr. Huang, who was seated on a bench, leisurely drinking tea.

The gray‑white book did not land in Mr. Huang's hands; instead it spontaneously curved in midair, flew to a nearby shelf, and was placed together with a pile of blank books lacking covers and content, but after a moment those blank books began to constantly manifest content.

Putting down his tea cup, Mr. Huang looked calmly at Lei Ke Dun and said softly, "You are curious why, after discerning Ya Dang's plan, I did not intervene, even cooperating with him and deceiving the gods?"

Without waiting for Lei Ke Dun to answer, he continued speaking to himself:

"Whether it is the fusion of Ya Dang and the True Creator, or the True Creator emerging from the abandoned divine realm, these events are inevitable; a little earlier or later makes little difference."

"Compared with the divine incarnation Ya Dang, I prefer the True Creator to occupy the dominant position, restoring the whole Him; He must confront the extreme emotions He once left behind and the madness accumulated over the years, which will leave Him with little energy to meddle in the affairs of the northern and southern continents."

"'Sun' also realized this, so He did not descend impulsively like the 'Tyrant'; instead He exerted influence in the Star Realm."

"Because of the special authority, even if Ya Dang fails, He can depart calmly; 'Sun' and 'Tyrant' lack authority over the mental realm, making it hard to retain Him."

"Moreover, you still have river water from the 'River of Eternal Darkness'; if at that time the one who descended into reality had been the proud 'Sun' rather than the 'Tyrant' who can turn his own body into electric light speed, He would already have been silently polluted by you."

"Pride is often a flaw that can be easily exploited."

Lei Ke Dun listened calmly, nodded lightly; as he had thought, the most "wise" dragon, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," had already seen through all schemes and chosen the side most beneficial to himself.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Huang spoke again: "Conflicts among deities will soon be reflected in reality and erupt as war; this will be a war that truly sweeps the northern and southern continents, with at least five of the Seven Gods, perhaps all, meeting their end."

"The last time it was this chaotic was during the 'Underworld Emperor's' most powerful 'Pale Age'."

Lei Ke Dun gave a slight nod, his tone tinged with sentiment as he said:

"The end of an era always comes with war and disaster, especially when this may be the final era."

He sighed, changed the subject, drew a book on war and conflict from the round table beside him, tapped the deep‑red leather cover twice with his right index finger and said, "Help me see Medici; I'm curious about His current attitude and stance. If appropriate, transmit the 0-01 information to Him."

"0-01?" Lei Ke Dun asked in surprise.

He did not expect that the sealed item numbered 0-01, kept in the Knowledge Church and seemingly linked to the "Hunter" path, with all three sequence‑one traits clearly located, could only be the uniqueness of the "Red Priest."

As the thought drifted, he heard Mr. Huang's gentle words echo again: "It is called the Salinger Blood Flag, evolved from the uniqueness of the Red Priest path, bearing witness to the fall of two True Gods, and having been affected by the River of Eternal Darkness, becoming extremely dangerous; even angels find it hard to approach without the correct method."

"It is sealed within the underground tomb of Mo Luo La, a city isolated from reality."

"No problem, I happen to have business with Medici as well," Lei Ke Dun replied with a light nod.

Seeing that Mr. Huang had no further words, he turned and walked toward the rear; during this, his body became ethereal, gradually disintegrating into massive pure information streams that surged deeper into the Spirit Realm.

Above the gray mist, after recovering a little from a state of complete detachment, Ke Lai En arrived directly atop the gray mist.

After a quick glance around, he immediately radiated spirit, touching the deep‑red star representing An De Sen; the deep‑red light surged like a tide, forming the image and sound of An De Sen praying with his head bowed.

Listening to the message An De Sen transmitted through prayer, and combining it with his own understanding and speculation, Ke Lai En finally grasped what had actually happened then.

While An De Sen prayed, Ke Lai En, relying on the special nature above the gray mist, carefully observed An De Sen, and after confirming by divination that no lingering danger remained, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, he happened to hear An De Sen mention Daniz's voice: "Honorable 'Fool' sir, a friend of mine has been parasitized by A Meng, though only superficially; may I obtain your assistance, and what price must I pay?"

After a moment of silence, Ke Lai En leaned back in his chair, spoke leisurely:

"Have him recite my name and perform this ceremony."

As he spoke, his right hand extended slightly forward, tossing the improved secret‑contract ritual that the little Sun had previously conducted into the deep‑red star representing An De Sen.

When An De Sen finished praying, Ke Lai En sighed, "Everyone is a role on the stage that drives the plot forward, bright or dark; whether they wish it or not, events always proceed toward the predetermined direction through various arrangements and coincidences. Is this the terror of the Audience path, the Angel King's horror, that even the gods are written into the script?"

While sighing, he again radiated spirit, reaching the newly emerged deep‑red star representing Leonard!

In the manor's guest room, Leonard was quietly listening to Pa Lie Si's ramblings when, suddenly, a dense gray mist surged before his eyes, the deep‑red light rose like a tide, engulfing all his vision.

When he recovered, the scene was no longer the manor's guest room; towering stone pillars rose around, standing upon endless gray‑white fog, collectively supporting a massive palace that resembled a giant's dwelling.

After a second of blankness, Leonard realized he was seated at the side of an ancient, mottled bronze long table, with imposing high‑back chairs on either side and opposite.

At the far end of the mottled table, a silhouette was obscured by the thick gray mist, indistinct like a bottomless abyssal sea, its peak unreachable, yet intuition sensed the figure calmly overlooking all of existence.

Thoughts flickered in his mind; Leonard guessed his situation roughly, recalling that he had once invoked the "Fool"'s revered name while seeking revenge against Yin Si Zan Ge Wei Er.

Upon this, his expression suddenly grew solemn, and he instinctively rose to leave his seat, to worship and praise the great being who had aided him.

He barely moved when an invisible force pressed him back, and a calm voice echoed in his ear: "No need for such trouble; I do not mind these things."

"You may address me 'Fool' sir."

Indeed, I was brought here so easily under the old man's watch; no other angel of his level could have done this, Leonard's thoughts scattered, masking his nervousness.

After two seconds of silence, he stood from his seat, turned sideways to the silhouette at the far end of the mottled table and bowed:

"Honorable 'Fool' sir, why have you summoned me?"

Beneath the gray mist, Ke Lai En smiled lightly, watching the familiar person's demeanor before him, which relaxed him further, even his own condition improved a bit.

He looked at Leonard, who was being extremely sincere, and chuckled:

"I follow the principle of equivalent exchange; since you asked me for help and received my response, a price must be paid."

The price, at this moment, does not sound like a pleasant word. Leonard's body involuntarily trembled, and he lowered his head further, saying:

"What do you wish to obtain?"

After a brief pause, the 'Fool''s voice came from the gray mist, echoing in his ear:

"Heh, you can relax a bit; the price you need to pay isn't urgent for now, perhaps later it will make you do something, to provide some help for certain people."

"Sit down."

Leonard slowly exhaled, thinking that just doing some things, providing some help, not a soul‑sacrificing demand, would be fine.

As thoughts drifted, he subconsciously glanced around, sat back in the high‑back chair behind him, lifted his gaze to the silhouette at the far end of the mottled table and asked casually, "Did Ke Lai En Mo Lei Ti also come here like me?"

That was a question already anticipated; Ke Lai En's tone remained steady as he replied:

"In a different way."

Was it a different way guided personally by the "Death Regent," or, at the moment he was slain by Yin Si Zan Ge Wei Er, he chose to exchange faith and soul for power? Leonard's mind wandered, recalling the church archives' record of the evil god, resonating with the old man's mention of the "Death Regent."

As thoughts surged, Leonard's gaze swept the surroundings again; he examined more closely. Twenty‑two high‑back chairs corresponded exactly to twenty‑two extraordinary paths, or perhaps twenty‑two tarot cards? Some speculation formed in his mind, and Leonard heard the 'Fool''s leisurely voice:

"Besides you, other beings have come here for various reasons."

"They implore me, as witness and convener, to regularly gather meetings here, facilitating their trades and mutual aid, which aids the advancement of their sequences."

(End of chapter)