The Listener Potion Fully Digested

"Click."

Luther pinched his left index finger with his right hand, and with a crisp snapping sound, his left index finger was easily torn off.

"Crunch, crunch... thud."

"Elder brother!"

"Mr. Anderson, what are you doing!"

The two girls gasped in surprise at the same time.

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine now."

Despite the intense headache from speaking, Luther calmly said to Emily, "Miss Landlady, could you please excuse me for a moment?"

"Okay, okay..."

Emily had never seen anything like this before, so she quickly got up and ran to her room.

"La-"

Luther tore a piece of white paper from the landlady's notebook and laid it on the table. Strange information was squeezed out from his Flesh and flooded his brain. His body began to sway back and forth, moving involuntarily, using the blood from his severed finger wound as paint to begin drawing on the white paper.

"Swish swish!"

His movements were swift and precise, and he quickly sketched a familiar face on the white paper.

Lanevus.

"Find him."

Luther heard countless chaotic and frantic words mixed together, compressed, condensed, and suddenly transformed into a clear and distinct statement. The voice was grand and resonant, as if echoing from the endless void into the depths of his mind, inspiring fear and awe.

Wrong.

It wasn't that the speech became clearer, but rather that the Flesh of that finger brought about a change, allowing Luther to briefly understand the meaning of the speech!

"Splash..."

It was as if an invisible barrier had shattered, and Spirituality surged slightly, maintaining a unity between the Spirituality and the body. The last remnant of the "Listener" dissipated, and in that instant, Luther completely digested the Sequence 8 Potion.

The lucid words Levi in his mind for only a moment before dissipating into countless Frenzy murmurs. These mad voices filled Luther's mind, raging for a long time before finally quieting down.

Luther looked down at the Portrait, his brows furrowed.

Even the True Creator is starting to urge us to find them!

He knew in his heart that the True Creator's notification was definitely not directed at him, but rather something like a "wide-channel broadcast." All extraordinary individuals who had reached a certain Sequence through the Secrets Suppliant Pathway would probably be able to "Listening" this voice.

As for Luther, he was like a one-way receiver who happened to "hear" the True Creator's orders to his subordinates.

It seems that the True Creator suspects that Lanevus has escaped from Backlund and has begun ordering Oracle from all over the world to search for his whereabouts.

"Hu Luther took a deep breath, feeling the changes within his body."

The madness accumulating within him seemed to have lessened somewhat, but only slightly. A large amount of undigested Potion was still piling up inside him, waiting for him to process it.

Once I've fully digested it, I think the frenzy will subside significantly.

He thought to himself.

New granulation tissue was wriggling and growing at the site of the severed finger. Before long, it returned to the shape of a finger.

Above the Gray Fog.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have something I'd like to report to you privately."

After the usual greetings, [Justice] Audrey suddenly bowed to the great being behind the fog.

Private communication?

Alger, the Hanged Man, Consciousness tried to guess the content of their private conversation, but to no avail. Derrick, the Sun, on the other hand, seemed less curious and more uneasy.

"Can."

Klein nodded slightly.

With a wave of his hand, a thick Gray Fog surged forth, blocking the senses of everyone else, leaving only him and Audrey staring at each other.

The latter straightened his back and reported to the leader with dignity:

"Mr. Fool, my bait has worked. Someone has tried to contact me through certain nobles; they are suspected to be members of the 'Psychology Alchemists.'"

"I'm inclined to join them, but I'm wondering what your opinion is."

She actually went to the Psychology Alchemists...

Klein secretly admired the other party's high level of efficiency.

Based on the information he had, this extraordinary organization leaned towards academia, focusing on the study of the human Mental World, the soul, the mind, Consciousness, and so on, without involving evil gods or dangerous ideologies... Thinking of this, Klein smiled at the other party:

"If you think it's okay, then go for it, but remember to protect yourself."

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity."

[Justice] Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much less pressure. To openly declare her intention to join another extraordinary organization before a god was, to be honest, almost blasphemous.

Fortunately, Mr. Fool was magnanimous.:: Praise be to Mr. Fool!

After that, the Tarot Club continue as usual.

During this process, Audrey heard something very strange.

It turned out that [Sun] Derrick had accepted [The Hanged Man's ] advice, exhausting his Spirituality to the limit and feigning a slight loss of control. He successfully escaped from the exploration team, but in return, he was imprisoned for investigation.

During this process, he met an elderly man next door who had been imprisoned for decades. He was the sole survivor of a strange Catastrophe in which their exploration team encountered a man named "Amon".

Amon... from an ancient family of the Fourth Epoch... known as the Blasphemer... wielding the power to steal divine authority... a descendant of the Sun God.

After the Tarot Club ended and she returned to the Real World from Above the Gray Fog, Audrey couldn't help but think back to the introduction of Mr. [The Hanged Man].

What a terrifying and powerful family... But thankfully, we have Mr. Fool.

She stretched out on the luxurious silk bed, then picked up the handbell from the bedside table.

"Jingle."

With a slight shake, a clear bell rang out. Soon, the bedroom door opened silently.

"Miss."

The maid Annie appeared at the door and gave a perfectly impeccable bow.

What are your plans for this afternoon?

"Audrey asked."

In order to attend the Tarot Club, she used a nap as an excuse to send everyone else away.

"There are no events scheduled for this afternoon, but there is a Royal Family banquet tonight that you will need to attend."

"Besides taking care of Audrey's daily needs, she also acted as a sort of Secretary," said Annie's personal maid.

"The Royal Family, huh?"

Hearing this, Audrey's pretty face wrinkled, revealing a slightly troubled expression. "Can I not go?"

"Of course not."

Annie flatly refused, "This is a dinner party organized by the Royal Family specifically for young noblemen. If you don't go, rumors will soon circulate in the circle that Earl Hall is dissatisfied with the Royal Family."

"But those princes are really annoying..."

"Miss, please watch your manners."

Annie reminded him without changing her expression.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Audrey had no choice but to sigh resignedly.

"Oh, and remember to tell Miss Cecilia to come with me."

She suddenly thought of it.