Chapter 1294: Conversation

*If that demigod creature didn't slam into the Devil's Oil Painting on

its own accord, I'd have to summon Mr. World's Historical Void

projection... Uh, I wonder if that can be considered as directly hiring

a helper at the angel level...* As Fors pondered, she drank the

potion.

To her, the potion was like icy water that could hurt someone due to the

extreme temperature. All her senses vanished in the areas that it

passed, leaving only her still thoughts.

It was inevitable that a person would hallucinate in extreme cold

temperatures. In Fors's vision, a night sky instantly appeared. It was

dotted with countless stars that weaved together to form a dream-like

river.

Fors's body began reflecting bits of stellar radiance as if they came

from her own body.

The tiny bits of pure stellar radiance formed an invisible connection

with the different stars in the night sky. As the light shimmered, they

twisted and squirmed as insect-like creatures crawled out of Fors's

body. They wanted to seek refuge in the Milky Way formed by an array of

embedded diamond shards.

Each of them carried a portion of their own flesh and consciousness, as

though they were uncontrollable avatars.

Fors's thoughts quickly turned chaotic, and she fell into confusion. She

almost couldn't control the urge to separate herself.

At that moment, she sensed an illusory object.

It was the seal that she had completed using the Devil's Oil Painting.

It was projected into the mysterious world created by the potion,

forming an abstract, blurry mark.

Fors didn't think further as she instinctively extended a portion of her

consciousness along with her spirituality, and intertwined with the

abstract symbol.

The mark wasn't exactly harmonious with her, as if it wasn't part of

her, but it managed to barely merge with her.

Suddenly, in Fors's mind, the abstract symbol became rather clear. It

consisted of a "door" that was layered with mysterious symbols.

This door hid Fors behind it, allowing her to isolate herself from the

surrounding cosmos.

At the same time, on the other side of the "door," the sealed creature

seemed to sense the aura of an enemy. Using its own godhood, it wildly

corroded the illusory door. It happened to be able to reduce the

influence the cosmos had on Fors.

After maintaining it for more than ten seconds, the resplendent Milky

Way's night sky slowly faded away. The stellar radiance then returned to

Fors's body fused with her.

At this moment, a deep darkness appeared in front of Fors. Deep in the

darkness was a perpetual storm and occasionally flashing lightning.

The next second, Fors heard a familiar voice. It stabbed into her head

like steel nails stirring her brain matter.

Fors grimaced immediately. If she hadn't experienced such things over

and over in the past, and had some level of resistance, as well as the

fact that she was at the saint level, she would have likely lost

control.

Of course, there had to be some influence of "good luck" here.

After a few seconds, she finally managed to calm herself down and hear

what the voice was shouting by using Cogitation.

It was calling for help!

It wasn't Jotun, Elvish or ancient Hermes. Instead, it was a language

that Fors had never come into contact with before. However, she could

understand it the moment she heard it. She felt like it was the true

source of many languages.

*Mr. Door would crazily shout for help every full moon. How disgraceful

of a King of Angels... However, even if "He" is seeking help, it's still

a terrifying thing that I can't withstand...* Fors lampooned

silently. She was considering if she should pretend not to hear it and

wait until she had converged her spirituality and grasped the Beyonder

powers of a Secrets Sorcerer before conversing with Mr. Door during the

next full moon, or to do it now.

Suddenly, the shouts from afar stopped and the surroundings became

deathly silent.

After two to three seconds, a wispy voice that could pierce through

Spirit Bodies entered Fors's mind.

"You used the Beyonder characteristics of the Abraham family."

This sentence was said in a flat manner without any rise or fall, but it

made the blood vessels on Fors's forehead throb. Her eyes turned

bloodshot as her body turned resplendent.

She almost lost control of herself.

"Who are you?" Fors composed herself and asked deliberately.

The voice that seemed to lure her into losing control said in a low

smiling voice, "You can call me Mr. Door.

"You should be familiar with me."

The King of Angels from the Fourth Epoch directly pointed out that Fors

had a certain connection with "Him." She could hear the full moon

ravings.

...I'm going to write you into a novel! Fors secretly gritted

her teeth and asked, "Honorable Mr. Door, are you the ancestor of the

Abraham family, Your Excellency Bethel?"

The voice that had crossed countless barriers returned to its flatness.

"Yes."

"Then, do you know that your cry for 'help' has caused the entire

Abraham family to be trapped in a curse that has lasted for more than a

thousand years? It's basically impossible for anyone to become a

Traveler or even a Scribe? They often lose control during advancements

or the night of the full moon." Fors felt that she couldn't speak to Mr.

Door for a long time; otherwise, her inclination towards losing control

would be irreversible. She directly posed the question that the Abrahams

were most concerned about.

Mr. Door fell silent for two seconds before saying, "They no longer have

Secrets Sorcerer or demigods?"

"There aren't any after the War of the Four Emperors. And the curse you

brought has made it impossible for them to advance to a demigod. If you

can stop crying for help for ten years, a new Abraham demigod might be

born. This will greatly aid in your escape," Fors sincerely suggested.

Mr. Door sighed and said, "I have been exiled to an eternal darkness,

and suffer the blockage of a perpetual storm. I have no way to know

what's happening in the real world, nor did I expect that there isn't a

single demigod left in the entire Abraham family."

Lies... The one who calmly made this conclusion wasn't Fors,

but rather Klein, who had accommodated The Fool's card as he held the

Staff of the Stars while sitting in Sefirah Castle. He had been closely

monitoring the corresponding crimson star.

He remembered that the Emperor had mentioned in his diary that Mr. Door

had a certain understanding of reality. "He" seemed to be able to use

the changes brought about by the full moon to see the situation outside

the seal.

After sighing, Mr. Door continued, "Besides, I can't control the cries

for help during the full moon."

"Why?" Fors asked in surprise.

Mr. Door said in an ethereal voice, "You're already a demigod, so you

should know very well that the higher the Sequence, the greater the

threat of going mad.

"An ordinary angel, even those who can walk the land freely and do what

they like, without needing to engage in any additional battles, could

also be gradually influenced by the Beyonder characteristics and become

less like themselves. They might even enter a half-crazy state. I'm a

King of Angels who has been exiled and sealed for more than a thousand

years, and I don't even have someone to communicate with. My not going

crazy means that I'm sufficiently powerful and lucky.

"On each full moon, the madness in me will be strengthened. I can't

control it and can only constantly call for help."

*So that's how it is... If I were locked up like this, I might've gone

crazy in a few months... Uh, if I'm provided alcohol, newspapers,

magazines, all kinds of books, and various delicacies, I can last a

year---no, half a year...* Fors nodded in enlightenment and

asked in a perfunctory manner, "Is there anything I can do for you? How

can the Abrahams dispel the curse?"

Mr. Door fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "Set up a ritual

and help me escape. That way, the curse will cease to exist.

"There are two rituals that can be used. One is to sacrifice three

demigods that are respectively from the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder

pathway... The other is to extract the blood of at least ninety-nine

Beyonders from the Abraham family. Use it to draw such a symbol..."

"...I'll tell them," Fors immediately replied.

At the same time, she added inwardly, *That's if Mr. Fool permits

it.*

Mr. Door laughed and said, "If I can escape because of this, I will help

you become an angel..."

"His" voice became more ethereal and weaker, as though "He" was slowly

returning to "His" original state as Fors advancement came to an end.

About two to three seconds later, Fors couldn't hear the sounds that

slowly pushed her onto the path of losing control. The deep darkness and

horrifying storms in front of her also vanished.

However, before the scene completely faded away, Fors could vaguely see

that, on a vast land formed from dark red rocks, there was an ancient

building that resembled a pyramid erected there. Behind the building was

a deep darkness and twinkling stars. It was completely different from

the cosmos that she had seen as an Astrologer on the ground.

What's this? Fors shook her head and controlled her scattered

thoughts as she began to carefully rein her spirituality back.

After getting accustomed to the state of a Secrets Sorcerer, she

immediately took on a praying posture and reported her previous

experiences to Mr. Fool without missing anything.

After doing this, Fors put away the Devil's Oil Painting, "Teleported"

back to Pritz Harbor, and met her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, who was

waiting in the warehouse.

Seeing that his student was safe and sound, Dorian heaved a sigh of

relief and said in a pious manner, "Thanks to Mr. Fool for 'His'

blessings."

He had finally taught a Sequence 4 Secrets Sorcerer who didn't show

signs of betrayal.

Due to Mr. Fool's lack of response, Fors didn't inform her teacher of

her conversation with Mr. Door. She planned on waiting until the next

full moon.

She also relaxed and smiled.

"Apart from thanking Mr. Fool, I have to thank you, Teacher."

In the ancient palace above the fog.

Klein didn't have any doubts about Mr. Door calling "Himself"

half-crazy. He only felt that there had to be more secrets hidden in the

matter. For example, why did Mr. Door keep enticing Emperor Roselle to

visit the moon? It was a place that was occupied by an Outer Deity.

After some thought, he took out the Scarlet Lunar Corona and Master Key

from the fog of history. He planned on creating a full moon environment

and listening to Mr. Door's shouting.

The effects of the combination had long been confirmed. Klein quickly

heard the voice that seemed to pierce through his Spirit Body.

The content of the shouting was:

"Don't save me... Don't save me..."