Hobart continued crafting his Honorific Name. The second line generally described one's own authority. Since he held the Country of Disorder, he felt he could describe the authority of the Black Emperor and Judgement.
Hobart stroked the armrest of the Iron Throne, and a good idea came to him: You are the origin and end of all order! "Origin" referred to Judgement, which established order, while "end" referred to the Black Emperor, which destroyed it.
There was still the third line. Hobart looked at the Clock Tower in the "sky," which reminded him of Backlund's famous Clock of Order.
Although he did not know whether there was actually a clock inside, his spirituality told him that it should be something very important within the Country of Disorder.
Got it!
"You are the Master of Laws who commands the Clock of Order!"
Although Hobart still did not know what lay within the Clock Tower, as his strength increased in the future, he would sooner or later be able to go inside and take a look.
The Three-Part Honorific Name, when put together, was: Creator in the Shadow of Order;
You are the origin and end of all order; you are the Master of Laws who commands the Clock of Order.
Next came the routine observation of the two glowing stars. Over the past few days, Hobart had discovered that the middle-aged man in the first star lived in Backlund, while the young man in the second star seemed to live on the Southern Continent. He did not yet know exactly where.
The middle-aged man in the first star was still living amid extravagance and indulgence. Hobart was lucky today; through a bill the man signed, he learned that his name was Lafite Pound.
After withdrawing his perspective from the star, Hobart found the name strangely familiar, but he could not recall where he had seen it.
Still, now that he knew the man's name, he could ask around in Backlund if he got the chance.
He then went to observe the second star, only to see the young man pacing around his room with a face full of agony. It was as though countless venomous snakes were burrowing through his face and the exposed skin of his hands. His condition looked terrifying.
This... this was a sign of Loss of Control!
Hobart had thought something was off about him yesterday. He had not expected the man to be on the verge of losing control!
Seated upon the Iron Throne, Hobart rubbed his chin in thought. Although the young man had been killing someone when Hobart first saw him, after observing him these past few days, Hobart had realized that this fellow was not a murderous lunatic or an utterly vicious person. He could try to save him.
After thinking for a second or two, he decided to try using the Power of Order to stabilize the man's condition.
Thus, Hobart used the Iron Throne to draw upon the Power of Order and cast it into the second star.
Southern Continent, West Balam, upper reaches of the Hordis River.
Mad roars echoed around Elliot's ears. The blood in his body churned, and his entire body felt like a balloon inflated to its limit, ready to burst. His sanity was gradually slipping away.
Elliot did not know how much longer he could hold on. He was already somewhat despairing. The mad roars had tormented him for many years; perhaps it was time to give up.
Just as Elliot was about to warn his companion, so that he would not turn into a monster and cause needless casualties in the village, a majestic, towering throne appeared above his head.
The throne was forged from iron swords. It looked powerful and imposing. A blurry black figure sat amid a thicket of Sharp Swords like thorns, gazing down upon everything like a deity, radiating an indescribable solemnity and majesty.
Immediately afterward, Elliot felt the sense of Loss of Control vanish from his body in an instant. Every inch of his skin and every drop of his blood seemed to become more orderly than ever before.
After standing there in a daze for several seconds, Elliot finally came to his senses. He hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, mysterious and great existence, for restoring order to my body. May I ask what offering I must make to repay you?"
He did not dare raise his head. He could only feel the other party's overwhelming pressure as he guessed in his heart which mysterious existence this might be.
It would be best if he could send the other party away through an offering. What he feared was that the being had some other purpose that would make his life worse than death.
Elliot heard a dignified and solemn voice say, "It has been a long time since I last watched the mortal world. Tell me about your surroundings and the reason for your Loss of Control. That will serve as your offering."
It had been a long time since he had watched the mortal world? Was this some powerful being from the Spirit World? Or a powerful existence that had fallen asleep long ago? As Elliot made his guesses, he respectfully said, "As you command. I am in General Anthony's territory in West Balam, south of Star Plateau and west of the Pamici Mountain Range.
"The reason I lost control is because of my family's Curse. When every member of our family reaches the age of twelve, a mad roar begins to sound in our ears.
"This roar stimulates our bloodline and turns us into half a Sequence 9 of the Lawyer pathway..."
The solemn voice interrupted him. "Only by consuming the Lawyer Potion can you alleviate the symptoms caused by the roar, correct?"
Elliot was stunned at first, then said excitedly, "You... you know about this Curse?"
Hobart thought to himself from atop the Iron Throne, Of course I know! Why do you think I know? Because this mysterious and great being has the same Curse too! Could this be a member of the Heller Family? Hobart calmly asked, "What is the name of your family?"
"The Balk Family!" Elliot hurriedly replied. "Mysterious and great existence, do you have a way to lift the Curse upon us? We will offer you anything you desire."
Not the Heller Family? Or had they changed their name and concealed their identity?
Heh. If I had a way to lift the Curse, I would have used it on myself first.
Hobart continued, "I am not interested in offerings from mortals!"
He thought, The same kind of posturing as Klein! Elliot hurriedly said, "Our family also has a half-human, half-Demigod powerhouse. If you can lift our family's Curse, we will pledge allegiance to you for generation after generation!"
This was actually a "Demigod family"! With such a Curse upon the family, yet still producing a Demigod powerhouse, that was truly remarkable.
Hobart suddenly recalled that Christine and his biological father had once fought in West Balam, so he asked, "Have you heard of someone named Rex Heller?"
Elliot lowered his head even further. "All-knowing mysterious existence, Rex was the benefactor of our people. The Heller Family, like us, suffered from the same Curse.
"The difference was that Rex was an unprecedented powerhouse. He had the greatest chance of ending this Curse, but it is said that he failed as well.
"However, before his death, Mr. Rex generously taught us much knowledge about resisting the Curse. For example, he told us three methods for alleviating it. After our experiments, all of them proved extremely useful.
"He also told us how to use Extraordinary Characteristics to resist the Curse. It was only with this method that our family produced a half-human, half-Demigod powerhouse!"
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