Chapter 1308: Goodbye

Above the gray fog, Klein's pupils instantly widened as he

subconsciously looked down at the long mottled table in front of him.

There were four Cards of Blasphemy with different patterns on the back.

At that moment, he felt a little scared and relieved. He felt as though

he had been wandering about on the edge of the abyss while blindfolded,

but he never fell.

If he had done his best to gather all the Card of Blasphemy, or had

obtained the Mother card, with the way how he liked to put the different

cards in his body to obtain the corresponding levels and special

characteristics, he might've already been corrupted by the Mother

Goddess of Depravity, or be pregnant with something.

*However, I'm not Roselle. Even if I have the Mother card, I probably

wouldn't have done so. Furthermore, in order to prevent the deities from

finding it, Cards of Blasphemy are extremely difficult to gather. It's

almost impossible to gather all of them... From the looks of it, this is

a casual arrangement made by the Mother Goddess of Depravity. If anyone

were to unfortunately obtain the Mother card, they would become one of

the latent dangers in this world...* Klein retracted his gaze

and continued using his stand-in Paper Figurine Substitutes to look at

Roselle Gustav who was sitting on the black iron seat.

At that moment, Roselle raised his body slightly. His voice was

sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched.

"Everything has godhood in them...

"The Oldest One is still alive, alive in everyone's bodies!"

Klein frowned slightly. He didn't know if the one speaking was Roselle

or the crimson moon in his body.

Not only did he have a certain level of understanding regarding such

secrets, he had also personally experienced it before. Thus, he wasn't

that horrified or panicked. He only recalled the teachings of the Aurora

Order he had seen in the past:

They promoted the belief that the Creator was omnipresent and existed in

every living being's body. Therefore, all living beings had godhood.

Once godhood reached a certain concentration, they could become an

angel. And the current orthodox deities are nothing more than slightly

stronger angels. To ordinary people, as long as one was able to grasp

that the essence of life was a spiritual travel, and tempered one's

mind, strengthen one's spirit, and find their own godhood, as well as

fuse with more godhoods, one would be able to escape their mortal coils

and become an angel.

*Back then, I felt that a cult like the Aurora Order had a complete set

of mysticism and religious canon, just like the orthodox Churches, but

now, I can interpret the truth underlying these words... From a certain

point of view, it's true. The only problem is that after fusing with

more godhoods, they might no longer be themselves... The True Creator

actually placed the deepest secrets of this world into "His" teachings.

Isn't "He" afraid that a believer might suddenly have an epiphany and

learn of the underground corruption, eventually becoming a vessel for

the Oldest One's revival? This Hanged Man really is a little crazy. "He"

doesn't have much rationality most of the time...* Klein mumbled

inwardly as he waited for Roselle to say more.

Two to three seconds later, Roselle, who had been in a cycle of slumber

and the obtaining of new life, sat back on his iron-black throne. He

panted and didn't say a word.

Klein then controlled the paper figurine to say, "Which of the words

that you have just said should be trusted, and which ones should I be

wary of?"

Roselle chortled.

"Consider the answer yourself."

"Heh, isn't that how you Seers like to speak?"

He didn't wait for Klein's reply as he continued, "When I created the

Pale Death mask, I sensed something: The Death of the Fourth Epoch might

not have completely perished. 'He' might've left a hidden trump card for

being revived. It might involve the River of Eternal Darkness. Heh heh,

Death will definitely not die so easily..."

With that said, Roselle looked at Klein, who stood at the foot of the

platform.

"Indeed, only by choosing the Seer, Apprentice, or Marauder pathway can

a transmigrator enter Sefirah Castle. By the time I figured out this

factor, it was already way too late.

"I don't know if you want to become a Great Old One or not, nor do I

know if this requires a ritual. I can only tell you that this is

definitely more dangerous than becoming a deity---countless times more

dangerous. Perhaps the existence who stored us and threw us back into

the real world is waiting for you there.

"The only suggestion I can give you is to communicate with the Genie of

the Magic Wishing Lamp before you make any attempts."

*Genie? Using the grudge between "Him" and the Celestial Worthy to

obtain certain assistance?* Klein nodded slightly and said,

"Okay."

After hearing his answer, Roselle sighed and said with a smile, "If you

really can become a Great Old One, you can consider saving me. Only a

Great Old One can resist a Great Old One."

At this point, he fell silent for a moment before he slowed down his

speech.

"If you can't completely free me from the corruption of the Primordial

Moon after becoming a Great Old One, then remember to wipe my existence

off the face of the world. Destroy this mausoleum, support the creation

of a new Black Emperor, and prevent me from ever being revived..."

The light inside the mausoleum seemed to dim a little. Klein fell silent

for two seconds before saying, "I won't forget that."

Roselle fell silent. After a few seconds, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Of course, before that, you should try to save me a few more times."

Such a sense of humor didn't make Klein smile. Instead, it made his

heart sink even more, making him unable to speak.

Roselle didn't continue the topic as he recalled.

"My wife passed away a long time ago. The mistresses I once had

definitely had their own endings. Towards them, I feel very sorry. I've

never truly loved them. I only coveted their looks and the pleasure they

gave me...

"I don't have any illegitimate children. Towards such matters, a

Beyonder is quite aware of that. As for the time before I became a

Beyonder, I believe those ladies definitely coveted my looks and body to

enjoy such pleasures. They won't leave any trouble for themselves...

"My eldest son, Ciel, should be dead for years. I don't know how many

descendants he left behind. My second son, Bornova, would definitely be

an angel now if nothing unexpected happens. I have complicated feelings

for him. On the one hand, I'm very detached, disappointed, and

resentful, but on the other hand, I would occasionally secretly care

about him. I remember how adorable he was when he was just born...

"You've already met my eldest daughter, Bernadette. Isn't she beautiful?

She was pretty from a young age, obedient, and smart. She knew how to be

filial to her old father, protect her younger brother, and dote on her

mother. Sometimes, she acted especially righteous and appeared a little

silly. There were several times when I secretly cheated while playing

chess or games with her, but she didn't realize it. Such a temper made

it difficult for her to accept what I did later. Of course, now, I can

just push the blame onto the Primordial Moon. It's all because of 'Her'

corruption. I'm rather grateful for 'Her' on this point.

"I don't know what right I have to make a request. After all, I've never

helped you before, nor do I have much of a relationship with you. It's

just that we're from the same era and same place---the ties as a fellow

Earthling."

Upon hearing that, Klein said in a deep voice, "Your diary gave me

plenty of help. It allowed me to grasp a lot of high-level knowledge

when I was weak, allowing me to avoid many dangers and know how to

direct my efforts in a targeted manner.

"Also, those Cards of Blasphemy have shown their use at different

stages."

"Can you not mention the diary?" Roselle coughed lightly and said,

"However, in the later stages, I was indeed consciously leaving a

message to the next transmigrator. The only thing I couldn't be sure of

is which language you know."

The Emperor slowly exhaled before saying, "My request is to help me look

after Bernadette. When she needs help, provide her some help.

"Although she is about to become an important figure in the mysterious

world, I still can't feel at ease as a father."

Without any hesitation, Klein got the paper figurine to answer directly.

"I'll take care of her for you."

"...Man, why does this sound a little awkward?" Roselle's tone instantly

turned odd. "By the way, I haven't asked for your name. As for me, you

should know very well that I'm Huang Tao."

"Zhou Mingrui," Klein answered frankly.

"Are you married? Do you have children? How old are you?" Roselle raised

three questions in one go.

*Emperor, why are you acting like a gossipy middle-aged woman from next

door?* Klein shook his head and gave a simple answer.

"No."

Roselle immediately fell silent. After a moment, he said, "You and I are

of the same generation. Bernadette should call you Uncle Zhou.

"Yes..."

As he spoke, Roselle's tone suddenly became filled with pity.

"After coming to this era, I treated everything as a game in the

beginning. I was having a great time playing, but I would occasionally

recall my home, remembering the past where I cultivated most of my

personality and hobbies.

"The longer I lived, the higher the frequency I felt this feeling. It's

like the fallen leaves will always want to return to the roots of a

tree. However, at the very least, I have a daughter, a wife, and two

sons. There are still many things in this world that I'm worried about,

and some sense of belonging to a certain extent. As for you... I can

feel your loneliness, the loneliness that comes from deep within your

bones."

Upon saying that, Roselle suddenly sighed.

"If only we were still living in that era. I'll go to work punctually

every day and work overtime from time to time. Whenever I'm free, I'll

visit my daughter's extracurricular lessons, pick her up, bring her home

stuff my wife constantly reminds me about. Every weekend, we'll either

head out for some fun or head to my parents' place to accompany them...

"When one day I'm exhausted from life, I'll use an excuse that you as my

friend are treating me. As men, we can sit by the street and eat some

skewers, drink some alcohol, brag, curse our superiors, reminisce about

the days of our youth, and urge you to quickly find a girlfriend... When

I wake up the next day, I'll be able to have the zeal to continue facing

life again..."

Klein listened quietly without interrupting the Emperor's prattle.

Roselle's voice gradually lowered as he smiled.

"Goodbye, my friend.

"I hope we can really meet again one day."

His figure quickly turned illusory, as though he had disappeared from

the world, leaving only a faint shadow hovering over the iron-black

throne.

Roselle Gustav had returned to his eternal slumber.