The Hanged Man's Uniqueness (Thanks to Hus Zhanshuai Yangjieshika for becoming an alliance leader) (The previous chapter has been revised)

Deep within the "Forsaken Land of the Gods," atop the towering inverted Cross.

Luther sat on the edge, looking down at the world below.

With the fall of the True Creator, His blood soaked the entire mountain range and its buildings, spreading Filth and Degeneration to every corner. This Divine Kingdom from a glorious past has been completely corrupted and transformed into a state of utter ruin.

The night wind in the "Forsaken Land of the Gods" was icy cold, blowing the hair on Luther's forehead. He remained motionless, staring at the gradually collapsing Divine Kingdom in the distance, a look of weariness and bewilderment slowly appearing on his face.

How many enemies have I killed now?

He stretched out his fingers, bending them one by one, while silently chanting the names of those damned guys in his mind.

Ms. M, Lanevus, Mr. A, [Greed] Ivanova, George III, and the True Creator...

One by one, targets on the enemy list are crossed off, while new names are constantly being added. Just like after today, Adam will become the most important one on that list.

How long will this continue?

How many more enemies do I have to kill before this ends?

As if seeking an answer, Luther Consciousness glanced to his side.

In the past, whenever I felt lost, M would always appear to offer comfort and guidance. But now, there is nothing beside me but the biting cold wind.

Oh, right, she's disappeared.

Luther pondered this in a daze.

Meow~

Just then, a meow suddenly came from beneath the Cross. Luther looked down and saw Luna's blue eyes gleaming in the darkness. She seemed unharmed, unaffected by the earlier divine battle.

Luther felt a little relieved and raised a finger.

A powerful gust of air instantly formed beneath Luna's stomach, lifting her slowly upwards until she was held in Luther's arms.

"Meow!"

As soon as Luna jumped into his arms, she immediately opened her mouth and spat out a piece of flesh with Anchor Tattoo, inside which resided Antiya Troliss. In the battle that had disrupted George III's ascension to godhood, the Ship Spirit had been greatly exhausted and had been sleeping inside ever since.

Thank you, Luna.

Stroking the black cat's fluffy, warm body, Luther finally smiled. He took the piece of meat and reattached it to his arm. Originally, he had two designs on his left arm, a rose on the inside and an anchor on the outside, but now only the anchor remained.

"Alright."

He roused himself and muttered to himself, "And I wonder how Klein is doing..."

The latter was captured by Adam's brother, "The Blasphemer" Amon, and taken to another direction of the "Forsaken Land of the Gods." Although Luther had just seen through the Astral World that the Evernight Goddess had made her move, he could not ascertain the specifics of the situation.

Is there any way to contact him or offer any help...?

Luther pondered this in his mind.

Just then, his vision flashed and was filled with boundless Gray Fog. Then, deep within the Gray Fog, a tall figure sat upright in Bronze High-Backed Chair, speaking calmly, "The Tarot Club proceed as scheduled today."

After saying this, all the illusions vanished in an instant.

That was the image of Mr. Fool, who very calmly announced the continuation of today's Tarot Club... In other words, Klein has successfully escaped his predicament with the help of the Evernight Goddess!

Luther's face lit up with joy, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Good news, it seems that not only he, but Klein has also broken free from Amon's control. In the end, neither of the brothers born of the Ancient Sun God achieved their goals.

In short, let's find a safe place first and get ready for today's Tarot Club...

"Let's go, Luna."

Luther said, "Put Luna down and stand up from the Cross."

"Meow... ha!"

Luna obediently moved, trying to hide in his shadow as usual. But before she could slip inside, the black cat suddenly became alert, as if he had spotted a cucumber in his blind spot, and jumped up in terror.

She bristled, crouched low, and watched Luther's shadow warily.

"Luna, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Luther asked in confusion.

He instinctively wanted to walk towards Luna, but before he could take a step, he felt incredibly heavy and unable to move forward.

No, that's not right. The heaviness seems to come not from the body, but from one's own... shadow?

Luther looked down at his feet in surprise.

He soon discovered that there seemed to be something strange in his shadow. It was an unusually dense and vivid presence, not like a shadow, but more like a folded curtain. At this moment, it was as if many eyes were hiding behind the curtain, silently peeking out.

"!!"

As he gazed at the shadow, Luther suddenly felt his Spirituality begin to stir intensely. An invisible pull and a powerful temptation arose in his mind, making him unable to resist the urge to completely merge with it.

Could this be... Beyonder Characteristic of Sequence 1?

Something seems off. When the True Creator self-destructed, the three Sequence 1 Characteristic already flew away...

Or is this something even more valuable than the Characteristic Sequence 1...?

Thinking of this, Luther quickly reached into his chest.

"Puff!"

He rummaged through the Flesh in his chest until he finally found the [Hanged Man] card and pulled it out.

After some Spirituality was infused into it, the "Card of Blasphemy" became three-dimensional, like a miniature book. The first page depicted Roselle, wearing a hooded robe, secretly praying in a dark corner, accompanied by the corresponding Ancient Feysac text. "Sequence 9: The Secrets Suppliant."

"My inspiration has been greatly enhanced, allowing me to perceive certain mysterious and terrifying entities. At the same time, I have gained some knowledge of rituals and a small amount of Ritual Magic from the knowledge accompanying the Potion. This will inevitably lead to Distortion of my perceptions and make me prone to losing control..."

"Potion recipe..."

3. Luther's finger pressed on the playing card, sliding it to the side, and the book turned the pages accordingly. "Sequence 8, The Listener."

"Sequence 7, Shadow Ascetic..."

Roselle appears in various costumes, some standing in pools of blood, others holding a shepherd's staff and standing among white Lamb.

After going through the information he already had, Luther finally found some useful intelligence.

"Sequence 2, Profane Presbyter."

"Anciently known as the Maxim Patriarch," it possesses immense power Pathway language, capable of manipulating a target's response, extracting parts or amplifying ambiguity to create Word of Spirit like Imprisonment, Degeneration, or division; it can also directly cast Curse through language, bringing Degeneration and Filth..."

"Sequence 1, Dark Angel."

"Possessing the authority of [Darkness]..."

Finally, the cards were turned to the last page, which depicted a naked Roselle hanging upside down, with a description next to it.

"Sequence 0, The Hanged Man."

"The True God who rules over the realm of the Degeneration..."

Luther's gaze lingered on the cards, and he saw that the shadow beneath Roselle was incredibly thick, heavy like layers of curtains.

Sure enough, that extra shadow was actually the Uniqueness to Pathway "Hanged Man"!