What Did the True Creator Actually Say?

On the outskirts of Tingen stood a house with an emerald-green lawn.

Its garden had begun to wither in early September, and it had a dark red chimney.

Behind the bedroom window of the house sat a desk, upon which lay an ordinary notebook.

A charred, shriveled, incomplete arm reeking intensely of burnt flesh furiously tore the notebook apart. Amid the scattered pages, lines of fresh text described the source of his anger—

"Poor Ince Zangwill. His 'perfect' plan had endured far too many variables, forcing him to personally take the field just to seize Saint Selena's ashes, which he had coveted for so long."

"Although Blackthorn Security Company's defenses had been reduced to only three Beyonders, wary of fate, Ince Zangwill still killed Klein Moretti—the one who had repeatedly introduced variables into his plans—the moment he broke into Blackthorn Security Company. Yet two high-level charms that had appeared for unknown reasons still gave him quite the 'surprise.' Even after vaporizing every spirit body under his control, charms with power close to that of a demigod nearly killed him on the spot."

"Fortunately, those two Sun Domain charms also shattered the Night Domain formed by Saint Selena's ashes. Amid the riot of Extraordinary Items behind Chanis Gate, he successfully seized Saint Selena's ashes and forcibly advanced to Sequence IV Nightwatcher through a ritual arranged with Death God Descendant characteristics. Thus, he gained divinity and became a powerful half-human, half-god."

"However, completing his advancement while severely wounded inflicted irreversible damage upon Ince Zangwill. In such a state, could he evade the pursuit and interception of every Beyonder in Tingen?"

"Ince Zangwill had indeed not failed. He had indeed obtained what he wanted. But was all of this worth it?"

In Raphael Cemetery beneath the night sky, before a newly erected gravestone, the stone slab sealing a freshly covered grave shifted. A charred arm stretched out from the soil.

Crash!

The stone slab was pushed aside, and the coffin lid was forced open. A charred corpse in formal attire crawled out of the coffin. Its flesh, carbonized by high heat, squirmed and regenerated rapidly, but the sight only grew more unsettling.

"Hiss... Burning to death really was an agonizing way to die..."

His mangled features twisted into a savage expression frightening enough to send even spirit bodies fleeing, but soon, fresh skin slowly crawled over that terrifying face.

"Was Ince Zangwill dead?" Klein's memories still lingered on the instant after his chest had been pierced through, when he had instinctively recited the activation phrase for the Flaring Sun Charm.

He forced himself to stand, briefly sorted through the belongings on him, and discovered that all he had left was a copper whistle and a long formal suit, which might have been specially purchased for his burial.

"Benson and Melissa really had no sense of thrift!" Klein sighed, rose to his feet, and began searching through the cemetery. One grave, two graves... There were quite a few new graves in the cemetery, but fortunately, he did not see any familiar names on those tombstones.

"Thank goodness. It looked like Leonard and Royale should be fine... Nothing had happened to the Captain and the others either." Klein let out a slight breath of relief. Seeing that his body had gradually recovered enough to be presentable, he immediately left the cemetery. At that moment, he was desperate to know whether the person who had killed him had died in the Flaring Sun Charms.

"Meow!"

Inside a mansion in West Backlund, Sno, who had been writing, suddenly heard Lily let out a shrill cry. He immediately turned his head, only to discover a lump of flesh writhing in an eerie manner within the shadows at the corner of the room.

"Quiet." Sno gently soothed Lily, but his attention remained fixed on the flesh before him. Only after it reassembled into a pale but exceptionally handsome man did he relax slightly and respectfully place one hand over his chest.

"Mr. A, you have returned."

"Mm." Mr. A's tone carried barely suppressed rage and madness, but he still forced down his fury and ordered, "I need to stay here for a while. Just maintain your usual routine."

"Understood. I'll prepare some food for you." Sno did not court death by asking after the Evil God Progeny. Judging from Mr. A's current appearance, he was probably still seriously injured himself.

"No need." Mr. A stopped Sno and said solemnly, "That Con Sman named Lanevus has already arrived in Backlund. He carries my Lord's divinity and is the living sacrifice for my Lord's descent. Find him, but do not let him notice."

"Our forces in Backlund have suffered heavy losses. I'm afraid there are not many people we can mobilize." Sno stated the Aurora Society's situation as tactfully as possible, but Mr. A did not care.

"There are as many lambs at the bottom as we need. Once I recover..."

In an instant, Sno felt as though needles were pricking his back. He could be certain that Mr. A's words were absolutely a test, but he did not display the slightest hostility and maintained a respectful expression.

Mr. A's brief silence did not continue. It was as though he had merely paused for breath while speaking, and he continued asking, "How well have you digested your Secret Speaker Potion?"

Sno easily understood his intentions. He immediately drew an Inverse Cross, longer above and shorter below, over his chest and answered respectfully, "Blessed by the Lord, I completely digested it half a month ago."

"Very good. Take me to your basement. I'll prepare the Listener Potion for you."

As he spoke, Mr. A pulled a lump of ear-shaped flesh from his own body. Sno found it utterly nauseating, but considering how dangerous Mr. A was, he obediently suppressed the urge to vomit. He led Mr. A—who was clearly severely wounded yet still wanted to provide benefits for his subordinate—to the basement, then watched Mr. A skillfully select supplementary ingredients from among the powders of flowers and herbs. As for why Mr. A was so familiar with Sno's basement...

It was because Mr. A had prepared his previous potion here as well.

"Drink it, and you'll be able to directly hear the Lord's gospel."

More than ten minutes later, Mr. A, who had not even had time to change clothes and could only wear an outer garment made of flesh and blood, finished a pale violet potion. In much the same tone as over a month ago, he pushed it before Sno.

Looking at the potion, Sno seriously doubted whether Mr. A had actually followed the Potion Formula. However, even a severely injured Mr. A was not someone a tiny Sequence Nine at the peak could handle. He picked up the flask, looked at the disgusting pale violet viscous liquid within, where countless bubbles like cochleae seemed to churn, and swallowed it in one gulp.

An indescribable feeling of nausea slid down his throat into his stomach, then began expanding continuously, as though it intended to tear Sno's body completely apart.

Sno felt as if every nerve in his body had turned into a branding iron. The intense searing pain nearly made him cry out.

He forcibly entered a half-meditative state to rein in his spirituality, but at that moment, an indescribable voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

There was no doubt that it was a whisper belonging to the True Creator, but at the same time, a prearranged sentence surfaced—

"Mr. Fool's whisper is the whisper of a hidden existence, and the True Creator's whisper is also the whisper of a hidden existence. I will not be corrupted by hearing Mr. Fool's whisper, so hearing the True Creator's whisper will likewise not corrupt me!"

The layered murmurs of White Horse is Not a Horse turned into a filter, filtering the True Creator's whisper layer by layer. In the end, only a voice like the quiet greeting of a passerby was transmitted into his spirit body. At last, he caught a relatively clear fragment of it. It seemed to be saying—

"Suka Bulie!"

The battle where Ince Zangwill forcibly broke through Chanis Gate was not described in detail because there really was not much to write about. A Sequence V with a Level 0 Sealed Artifact massacring only four Low Sequence Beyonders, including the guard behind the gate, was simply a complete stomp. It was impossible to make it sound tragic, because the gap between Sequence Eight and Sequence V meant they could not even notice Ince making his move. If it were written out, it would just be Ince attacking, the Night Watchers dying, and even Klein being able to activate the charm with his final words being the result of 0-08 trying to get Ince killed.

As for whether Sno displaying strange abilities would make Mr. A suspicious, the answer was no.

The reason was simple: Secrets Suppliants and Listeners were inherently the type with the most complex and unpredictable abilities among all Low Sequences.

The Beyonder Abilities they could obtain depended entirely on what rap the True Creator decided to sing, so as long as an ability could be connected to the True Creator, it could be used.

For example, Sno controlling cats could be linked to the authority of The Degenerate Nature of all Living Things. Hiding himself and misleading others could likewise be linked to the authority of The Lord who Reigns Behind the Curtain of Shadows. Even if he obtained an ability similar to biological refinement, there was still the creation authority of The Lord that Created Everything.

Even if one day the True Creator felt like singing a song about good fortune, one could claim to have gained authority related to luck from it.

Therefore, as long as Sno did not use abilities such as sunlight or storms that clearly belonged to other pathways, Mr. A would not become suspicious. He would only envy Sno for being able to hear the True Creator's rare playlist.