The Profane Presbyter's Abilities and Changes Above the Tide

Deep within the "Forsaken Land of the Gods".

Luther sat cross-legged on the wasteland, holding the strange [Hanged Man] card in his hand, carefully flipping through the information on it. His gaze finally settled on one of the pages.

On that card was depicted the tall and somber Roselle. He wore a jet-black robe, his figure as majestic as a mountain, his face obscured. His mouth was slightly open, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, exhaling a breath that was both sacred and Filth. That strange posture seemed to be both a hymn to the greatness of the gods and Curse upon all living beings.

"Meow..."

Luna lay on her back in his arms, her bright blue eyes sparkling, her two front legs kicking as she tried to reach the dazzling "Card of Blasphemy".

"Alright, Luna, be a good girl."

Luther held down the black cat's restless front paws, then continued looking at the cards.

On the other side of the paper where the pattern was drawn, the following text was written, "Sequence 2, Profane Presbyter (also known in ancient times as " Maxim Patriarch ").

"Main Ingredients: Shadow King's pus, Flesh Monarch's crystallization. Auxiliary ingredients: Shadow King's residual powder, 100 ml of Flesh King's blood, 50 g of Flesh Monarch's flesh, and a self-created, over one-hundred-year-old legend related to the Degeneration (written on paper)."

Superior)."

Looking at this information, Luther's expression turned somewhat strange.

Putting aside the Main Ingredient, which I've never even heard of, the most important auxiliary ingredient is, of course, that corrupt legend I created myself, which Degeneration over a hundred years... I've only been awakened from the Chaos Sea for a few years, and the Apocalypse is already upon us. If I were to prepare the ingredients according to the strict Potion recipe, we would all be doomed before I even had a chance to advance.

Thinking about it this way, should I thank the "Silent Angel"?

Thank me for nothing.

His sacrifice was all for the True Creator; I should thank myself for not listening to Adam's lies...

He cursed under his breath.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a Spirituality light suddenly surged in the sky above Luther. Looking up, his Virtual Personality had emerged from the light and shadow, and then... instead of exploding as usual, it simply fell to the ground.

"Um?"

Luther stared in astonishment, his eyes widening.

The Virtual Personality was equally surprised; it looked at itself, then at Luther.

What happened?

He asked.

Luther frowned.

After a moment's thought, he said, "It seems there was a problem when I created you..."

This kind of manipulation of personality requires a more skillful approach, and in the "Spectator" Pathway, he is far less refined and adept than M. Problems are inevitable on the first attempt.

"You're so bad, bro."

The Virtual Personality shook its head speechlessly and said sarcastically.

"Stop saying that. Don't forget, when you insult me, you're insulting yourself."

Luther retorted.

"Alright, alright, just be more careful next time. If all else fails, you can learn from Miss [Justice]."

The Virtual Personality didn't bother arguing with him. With a "whoosh," it drew a phantom dagger from its waist and pressed it against its chest.

"Holy crap!"

Gazing at the illusory dagger before his chest, he seemed to have just realized something, and suddenly broke into a wide, delighted smile. "I just realized, I can actually die... That's great."

After saying that, the guy who looked exactly like Luther stabbed himself in the heart without hesitation.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered, Spirituality dissipated. His face was pale, and he waved to Luther, laughing, "Luckily, I'm the virtual persona... Brother, keep up the good work!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Luther spoke coldly, his face expressionless.

Then, with a "crack," the Virtual Personality's body shattered into countless fragments, transforming into a pure stream of information that flooded into his mind. Thus, he learned all his memories from the Tarot Club.

Is the last Sequence 1 Characteristic still in the "Forsaken Land of the Gods"...? I remember when I flew out, I was heading in that direction...

He looked in a certain direction, but saw only boundless darkness.

Let's move towards that goal.

Luther thought to himself.

However, there was one more thing he needed to do before that.

Although he had been promoted to "Profane Presbyter," he hadn't even had a chance to properly assess his current status and newly acquired abilities... He could only say he had been far too hasty; he had just defeated the True Creator and was now rushing to attend the Tarot Club...

After a moment's thought, Luther found a relatively secluded spot nearby, took all necessary precautions, hid himself, closed his eyes, and headed towards the Above the Tide.

"Whoosh..."

The illusory sound of the tide echoed in his ears as always, and his feet were slightly damp. Luther opened his eyes and found himself on the vast Chaos Sea.

Looking around, the hazy Fog that had shrouded the sea had mostly dissipated, making the dark sea appear even more vast.

On the other side of the Sea, the place that once belonged to the True Creator was revealed. Now, only an empty Cross remains, and the deity who once hung upside down has long since vanished.

In other words, Luther has completely seized all ownership from the True Creator.

Of course, we can't forget [God Almighty] hidden deep within the Tides...

Luther reminded himself.

Standing on the sea, Luther closed his eyes and carefully sensed the information contained within the Potion in his body.

The newly added ability of the "Profane Presbyter" is "Filthy Words," which is not entirely the same as the blessing he received at Sequence 8. Those "Language of Foulness" were more about simply causing pollution and Mental Shock, while at Sequence 2 Level, this "Filthy Words" contains authority.

Simply put, "Filthy Words" is the concentrated embodiment of Degeneration and Filth. It can Degeneration people with language, distort the meaning of others' words, and even be used to elevate one's own status... In short, it is a skill worthy of in-depth study.

Let's try it slowly later...

Luther thought to himself, then opened his eyes.

Looking back, he saw that the towering White Tower had risen even higher once more. Its imposing presence had become even more magnificent, and its overall shape was even closer to the abstract Astral World above.

In this vast, empty world, it is the only landmark.

"Call"

Luther rode the strong wind and flew to the top of the tower.

Looking up, the Fog above became thinner and thinner, and the view became clearer.

He saw the Astral World filled with countless symbols and images, the magnificent and splendid Divine Kingdom belonging to the gods, the enormous barrier behind the Divine Kingdom, the real Astral World beyond the barrier, and the unsettlingly vast existence within that Astral World.

Those strange beings were as large as planets themselves, residing among the surrounding stars. They seemed to be constantly monitoring the situation within the barrier, their gazes filled with malice and Greed.

These guys are waiting for the day the barrier disappears...

"Snort."

Luther sneered, raised his hand, and gave the middle finger to the Outer Deity on those planets.