Attempting Prayer

In the East Borough, in the Apartment rented by Luther.

"Emily, I'm sorry, you'd better leave."

Luther slid his dagger through the air, creating an invisible Wall of Spirituality, and spoke to his landlady Emily.

Emily was home during his lucid moment today. Now that he had obtained the Honorific Name the Fool, he prepared to try reciting Honorific Name and establishing a connection with the being who seemed to be hostile to the True Creator. This process might be dangerous and not suitable for ordinary people to watch.

Are you going to cause trouble in my house again?

The landlord asked helplessly.

Because of Luther, the house her parents left her has been vandalized several times, from the floors to the wall lamps. Eventually, she's even gotten used to it.

"I'm sorry, if the house has been damaged, I will compensate for the damage."

Luther Zedao.

"It's okay, use it as you like. You've already helped me a lot."

Emily said that besides saving her several times, Luther's daily tutoring also improved her grades. He also occasionally taught his sister how to cook, allowing Emily to taste delicious food for the first time. Their relationship was no longer as strained as before.

Not only that, but lately she'd felt that Luther seemed to have become even more handsome. When he smiled at her, the young girl's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Thank you very much for your understanding, Miss Emily."

But just then, she felt another gaze fall upon her. She looked up and met the eyes of the third person in the room— Luther's younger sister, a stunningly beautiful girl with black hair, who was smiling at her.

For some reason, Emily sensed a subtle danger lurking beneath that incredibly alluring smile.

Anyway, please be careful!

She panicked for a moment, quickly grabbed her schoolbag, hurried back to her room, and closed the door.

"Brother, do you really have to do this?"

After seeing the landlord off, the girl looked away from Luther and asked with concern.

Her deep blue eyes were filled with unease.

"Don't worry, Cecilia, I'll be fine."

Luther chuckled. "Your brother here has dealt with many evil gods. We can't be sure how dangerous this one is yet, but it can't be more dangerous than those, right?"

After Soothing his sister, he continued to use the Ritual silver dagger to cut through the air, creating Wall of Spirituality. "However, you'd better stay away too."

After all, he could withstand the Corrosion, but his younger sister might be affected.

Only after the latter obediently created some distance did Luther completely build up the last wall, completely isolating himself from the outside world.

He was about to begin praying!

"Call."

Luther took a deep breath, surprisingly feeling a little nervous. Perhaps it was because he had prepared too much that he felt more burdened.

It's nothing, at most you'll just get a little head hit.

He encouraged himself in this way, slowly calming his mind. After smiling at his sister outside, he opened his mouth and began to call upon the Fool's Honorific Name in Hermes. Hermes, as a language of prayer, had been modified to offer some protection to the user, making it perfectly suitable for this situation.

"Whoosh--"

At the same time, the Phantom Tide began to echo in his mind, which he had actively summoned to protect his mind.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."

As the first sentence was uttered, somewhere far away, something seemed to be stirred.

"The Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog."

There is an indescribable being that is resonating with one's own Spirituality through the Spirit World.

Hmm, it seems alright. I didn't feel that crazy and terrifying feeling when I called on the Honorific Name. Luther experienced the changes after calling on the Honorific Name and secretly assessed the danger level of [The Fool] in his heart.

Perhaps it was just psychological, but the Phantom Tide in my head seemed to have become louder.

Since the Fool was not as terrible as he had imagined, he was relieved and continued reciting in Hermes:

"Yellow, the embodiment of good fortune."

"Boom!"

Before Luther could finish reciting the last word of the Honorific Name, he heard a deafening roar in his mind. The sound was deep and grand, as if it would overwhelm his Consciousness and drown him in an endless, raging Sea.

"Ah!"

He cried out in pain, clutched his head, and collapsed to the ground.

His vision had turned completely crimson; blood gushed from his eyes and streamed down his face. A deafening roar violently assaulted his brain, giving him an experience unlike anything he had ever had before!

It hurts!

What's going on with this Fool?

Luther almost lost Consciousness for a moment, only vaguely thinking that other evil gods had been influencing those who prayed from the very beginning, but this Fool was holding back his evil intentions, and it was only at the very last sentence that he realized something was wrong!

He suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The loud voice in his mind was surprisingly familiar, like the sound of surging waves crashing against the shore, only more intense than usual, so intense that he didn't notice it for a short time.

That's right, that sound is indeed the Phantom Tide!

What harmed him was not the Fool, but his own Golden Finger — the Phantom Tide that had been protecting his spirit since his transmigration, preventing him from Corrosion by the evil god!

Luther was startled; the sound of the Tide was fiercely resisting his actions, showing a strong rejection of the Fool!

Moreover, it wasn't just repulsion; the Tide was surging forward, as if trying to follow an invisible connection and rush towards the Fool, forging a deeper link with him.

Repulsion and integration—two completely contradictory feelings—appear simultaneously on the Phantom Tide.

This strange, Distortion, and contradictory feeling astonished Luther.

What the hell is that?

This Fool is too dangerous!

He had no choice but to stop calling out the other person's Honorific Name, and then forcibly controlled the Phantom Tide in his mind, stopping its surge and returning it to its original nothingness.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the Tide gradually subsided, and the pain in Luther's head also gradually eased. He looked up and suddenly saw his sister outside the Wall of Spirituality, rushing towards him with a dagger, as if preparing to force her way in.

I'm fine!

Luther quickly waved his hand, trying to Soothing his sister down before she could break through the wall and burst in. Seeing that he seemed relatively normal, she relaxed a little, but still held the dagger and showed no intention of leaving.

What just happened?

Luther stood up from the floor and casually wiped the blood from his face.

Since his transmigration, the sound of the Tide has been protecting him. This is the first time such a situation has occurred. Instead of protecting himself, the Tide is doing its best to prevent him from connecting with the Fool. Saying it's preventing him isn't quite right; it's just very strange. It rejects opposition, yet it also devours and merges with him.

What is the connection between that Mr. Fool and the Phantom Tide within him?