Chapter 397: Apocalyptic Prophecy

Relying on the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog, Klein

quickly recovered a good state of mind and continued to read the second

chapter of the Sights in the Spirit World.

The traveler of the Abraham family, the owner of the notebook, claimed

that when he wandered into the depths of the spirit world, he met an

elder dressed in lemon-yellow robes.

The elder's body was translucent and was abnormally similar to the

surrounding creatures of the spirit world, but his attitude was

surprisingly amiable.

The traveler from the Abraham family conversed with the elder for a

while, and he was surprised to find out that the elder was actually one

of the seven pure lights that blanketed the spirit world at the highest

elevation---"Yellow Light" Venithan.

Venithan told the traveler of the Abraham family that his own

characteristics were reason and adaptation, that he was the symbol of

astromancy, and that his corresponding gem was emerald.

He made a rather anxious reference to a prophecy that came from himself.

"Casting one's gaze from the cosmos, the lands shatter. Everything in

the world will cease to exist."

He believed that this would be the end of the world within two hundred

years. Nothing would be spared from this.

The traveler from the Abraham family didn't have much of a reaction

towards this comment. Instead, he asked how he could remove the

bloodline curse of his family.

"Yellow Light" Venithan told him that in a certain sense, it was indeed

a curse, but it had a completely different nature from the curses in

mysticism. The solution was in the future, in the hands of an Apprentice

who was assisted by a hidden existence.

He also warned the traveler of the Abraham family that the day the curse

was lifted was the beginning of the Abraham family's true doom.

As for what the tribulation was, he said that he wasn't so sure himself.

He believed that it involved a great existence on the level of gods.

In the second chapter of Sights in the Spirit World, the owner of the

notebook mentioned something else---Venithan mentioned another matter.

The rulers of the Great White Brotherhood would often enter the real

world, and through different methods, transform into humans and teach

the knowledge of their respective domains. Since the Fifth Epoch, many

of the mentor-level characters of different domains were their

incarnations. For example, the greatest astrologer, D. Forssmann, in the

last thousand years had proved that their current world was a planet. He

was none other than the human incarnation of Yellow Light, Venithan.

Based on this, the owner of the notebook raised a theory. Which Pure

Light's incarnation was Roselle Gustav, who could be considered a mentor

in many fields?

*No, he wasn't... If you really want to think like that, then he's

probably a Green Light...* Klein raised his hand and rubbed his

temples.

Based on this, he judged that the owner of the notebook wasn't an

extremely ancient Beyonder. However, judging from the fact that the

person didn't address Roselle as Emperor, this tour of the spirit world

had likely taken place during the period when Roselle was still a

consul, or when his proclamation as an Emperor was still not widely

recognized.

Of course, it didn't prevent the possibility that Beyonders of the

Abraham family refused to recognize any Emperor other than the Tudor

Emperor.

*A traveler who can roam the spirit world. It must be quite a high

Sequence. If he were a High-Sequence Beyonder, Mr. Door would've long

been rescued, and the so-called bloodline curse would no longer exist.

Thus, the owner of the diary would be a Sequence 5 Beyonder or a

Sequence 6 with a mystical item... Although the Abraham family has

declined, they aren't weak either... Why is "Yellow Light" Venithan's

prophecy similar to that of the Demoness Sect and the Aurora Order? The

apocalypse is coming? From the period that I predicted, the apocalypse

should only be two to three decades from now?* Klein frowned as

he thought.

Roselle became consul in 1173, and it was currently November 1349, 176

years away, and "Yellow Light" Venithan had predicted back then that it

would be within two hundred years. Considering the fact that Klein had

only made an estimate of the period interval, it was possible that he

was 24 to 50 years from the apocalypse (Roselle proclaimed himself as

Emperor in 1192 and was assassinated in 1198).

Although the first two chapters of Sights in the Spirit World didn't

provide any practical knowledge, it had thoroughly opened up his sights,

allowing him to understand the situation of the spirit world to a

certain extent, as well as the existence of the seven Pure Lights and

the Great White Brotherhood.

*So, when advancing, the pure lights seen at extremely high elevations

after transforming into a Spirit Body state and holding the

corresponding ritual are the Pure Lights of the spirit world.

Furthermore, they are alive with their own thoughts... How

miraculous...*

*The first two chapters of Sights in the Spirit World aren't completely

lacking practical knowledge. At the very least, I know that Yellow

Light's real name is Venithan and that his corresponding gem is emerald.

I got to learn a lot of detailed information, and I can use this to

design secret deed rituals that point towards him... But for the time

being, it wouldn't be of much use...*

Klein thought for a moment, then he closed the copied notebook and

returned to the real world.

He had more important things to do instead of communicating with "Yellow

Light" Venithan.

Klein took out a piece of paper, raised his pen, and wrote a letter to

the inventor, Leppard, asking what stage of the patent approval process

the bicycle was, why it hadn't been successful, and if he needed a

lawyer to help him. With the establishment of the Magician's principles,

the thorough digestion of the potion wouldn't take him more than two

months, and he had to save up as quickly as possible for the

corresponding costs of the Beyonder ingredients that are needed for him

to advance to a Faceless.

Of these, The Sun might be able to offer one item for free because of

the All-Black Eye, but the other item required Klein to figure it out

for himself.

As far as he knew, the corresponding Beyonder ingredients for Sequence 6

were all over 1500 pounds and were typically in a situation where demand

stripped supply.

In addition to the two main ingredients, the supplementary ingredients

included the blood of a Thousand-faced Hunter and the hair from a

Deep-sea Naga. These two items were extremely rare and rich in

spirituality, making them expensive.

*Earning money really is difficult, but spending it is easy... If only I

could sell the Werewolf and Interrogator Beyonder characteristics... I

can't even waste a single penny or soli...* Klein sealed the

envelope and adhered a stamp on it.

He knew how much he had without even needing to count.

624 pounds in notes and five one-pound gold coins, plus seven soli notes

and some copper pennies.

*Right. Miss Magician will pay 600 pounds for the Sheriff Beyonder

characteristic meant for Miss Xio. I hope they can raise the money as

soon as possible...* Klein silently cheered the two ladies on.

"You're telling me that a Beyonder circle you recently joined has both

Beyonder ingredients of the Sheriff potion, and the price is very

reasonable. 600 pounds for all of it?" Xio widened her eyes as she

delivered a barrage of questions.

She had just come back from East Borough to find out who had recently

been keeping tabs on Capim.

"Yes, he's a very reputable seller. The only problem is that the

verification process for joining is very strict, so I won't be able to

rope you in for a short period of time." What Fors said was entirely the

truth.

"That's great!" Xio didn't suspect her friend, but she took two excited

steps forward.

Suddenly, her expression sank.

"But, I don't have enough money..."

The corners of Fors's lips twitched as she asked, "How much do you have

now?"

"Counting the thirty-pound deposit received from this job, a total of

310 pounds, so I'm still short of half!" Xio scratched her short blonde

hair. "Let me think, let me think of where I can borrow 300 pounds...

The bank won't give a bounty hunter like me a loan, and those usuries

have way too much interest... Perhaps Miss Audrey?"

She had heard from her friend that she had recently bought the

Trickmaster potion recipe for 450 pounds, so she had no intention of

borrowing money from Fors.

"Why are we all so poor?" Fors couldn't help but sigh. "Miss Audrey

rarely comes out these days. She seems to be busy with other things, and

borrowing money from her isn't always a timely thing to do. Uh... We can

try Viscount Glaint first. If it's too late, then I'll help you pay for

the rest. I have 430 pounds; that's enough."

Xio blinked her eyes and suddenly lowered her head. She said in a heavy

voice, "Fors, you're the best.

"When I advance to Sheriff, I'll earn even more money!"

Fors smiled and shook her head.

"So, why don't you do the cleaning today? How about that?"

City of Silver.

Derrick left the training field and returned home.

He had just inquired about when the exploratory team members would be

released from quarantine, and he had received the answer: "When the

lightning calms today."

Sitting down at an ancient wooden table, Derrick considered the plan

again, remembering Mr. Hanged Man's reminder: *"If there's no suitable

audience to testify for you, then you might as well use the Beyonder

who's monitoring you."*

*But how do I know when I'm being monitored... Mr. Hanged Man said it

with great certainty, but he wasn't detailed enough...* Many

questions arose in Derrick, but he couldn't find a way to verify them.

Although he felt embarrassed to ask Mr. Fool for guidance on this

question, upon considering the fact that this matter was related to the

survival of the City of Silver, he mustered his courage.

He spoke the name of The Fool in a low voice, and he briefly described

the difficulties he had encountered.

After a while, he saw Mr. Fool sitting in the middle of the endless gray

fog. He heard a concise reply: "Touch the item in the iron box. Do not

exceed three heartbeats. Prepare yourself in advance. Pay attention to

the origins of the black lines."

That simple? Derrick thanked Mr. Fool in pleasant surprise.

He adjusted his posture and quietly put his hand into the inside pocket

of his clothes.

As the wall of spirituality was lifted, Derrick's fingers pushed open

the iron box and carefully probed inside.

Suddenly, he touched an ice-cold item, and the black illusory lines

appeared in front of his eyes.

At the same time, his mind buzzed, as if an illusory roar was tearing

through his ears.

Derrick's body convulsed, and tears and snot streamed down his face due

to the pain.

He almost forgot what he had to do, but fortunately, in the limits of

his vision, he saw the illusory black lines converge.

In that dark corner, there appeared to be a shadow!

Derrick withdrew his hand at once, as though he had touched a red-hot

soldering iron.

He collapsed to the ground and began to twitch as if he had been struck

by lightning. His mouth couldn't close at all, and saliva constantly

dripped from it.

It took nearly a minute for Derrick to recover, close the box again, and

seal it with a wall of spirituality.

He stood up and took a sip of cold water, already aware that someone was

monitoring him at that very moment.

After an unknown period of time, Derrick suddenly heard a knock on the

door.

"Who is it?" he asked, slightly at a loss.

A jovial voice came from outside.

"It's me, Darc. The exploratory team has been removed from quarantine.

"Weren't you interested in knowing about our experience this time?"