Beyond the Sea, Is

Luther was immersed in Distortion and insane Illusion.

In a daze, he experienced different lives and saw all sorts of scenes. Sometimes he was galloping on the turbulent Sea, fighting with pirates; sometimes he was standing in the midst of a battle formation, leading soldiers into battle; sometimes he was a Clown with a face covered in greasepaint, wandering through dark valleys. More often than not, these scenes overlapped and appeared simultaneously, chaotic and crowded, filling his vision.

But no matter where he was or what he saw, Luther felt a painful sense of displacement. He constantly felt that he shouldn't be there, that this wasn't his true identity.

Luther knew that it was the Lamb Soul within him influencing him, making him see memories that didn't belong to him and experience a life that didn't belong to him. Thus, the pain felt by these Lamb was also reflected back into his own mind.

After fully absorbing the Potion "Shadow Ascetic" and "Rose Bishop," his semi-mad state should have been alleviated. However, the Divinity influence from the Evil God's Offspring affected his mind, leading him into a more Concealment and unfathomable depth of Consciousness.

"Enough!"

Luther roared at the Illusion, at the countless suffering people before him, "Get out of my way! Disappear!"

His roar seemed to have an effect; the figures vanished in an instant, and the surroundings turned into complete darkness. However, from the depths of the darkness, Lanevus's festering, decaying face slowly emerged. He was looking at Luther with a deathly smile. His Distortion body then appeared, and on his embracing abdomen was a mass of flesh.

Do you want me to kill you again?

Luther stared directly at his deformed, bloated body and said coldly.

Lanevus stared at Luther with malice, the fleshy mass in his arms swelling, causing Luther's head to throb even more, as if it were about to split open. Even though the physical body was dead, the Divinity of that Evil God's Offspring was still influencing his mind!

"Hehe."

Lanevus's stiff, cold laughter grew louder, his body swelled, the flesh in his abdomen undulating and molding. A sacred yet Degeneration flesh filled Luther's vision, invading his mind.

"Puff!"

But at that moment, a fair hand suddenly pierced through Lanevus's body, protruding from in front of the fleshy mass in his abdomen.

"Aaaaaah!"

Lanevus's initial mockery quickly turned into a shrill howl. The hand was slender and well-shaped, but its movements were fierce and merciless. After passing through the body, it turned back and grabbed the lump of flesh.

"Sizzle--"

One hand held the mass of flesh, slowly and steadily tearing it off Lanevus's body. Soon, another hand reached in, grasping both sides of Lanevus's body and slowly tearing it apart.

Amidst Lanevus's agonizing cries, his body was torn in two. The separated parts, like a heavy curtain, were drawn back, letting in light and dispelling the darkness. The world before him then became bright.

Luther opened his eyes and saw a chaotic, deep black Ocean.

"Whoosh--"

The Tide spread beneath his feet, lapping gently back and forth. Looking out, he saw a hazy, dark sea, yet also seemingly containing countless colors. Grayish-white water vapor permeated the area, obstructing his vision and preventing him from seeing anything further.

It must just be an endless sea.

"Here again."

Luther murmured softly.

This is his Golden Finger, the secret to his time travel, and the peculiar place whose details he still doesn't understand. This Tide shielded him from the spiritual corruption of countless evil gods, but it also strongly resisted him when he prayed to [The Fool]. If he can't figure out the details of this Tide, he'll inevitably have doubts about using it.

Before him, the owner of those hands was looking at him and smiling.

Ms. M stood on the sea, cradling a mangled mass of flesh in her arms, her expression filled with maternal love, like that of a mother of utmost tenderness and affection. Yet, the deformed mass of Flesh huddled up, too afraid to move.

What exactly do you want?

Luther asked coldly.

In retrospect, Ms. M's actions did indeed help her, but at the same time, she also caused Luther to absorb a portion of the Divinity from the evil god, making his mind even more insane and unstable. For Luther, this was undoubtedly both a heavy burden and an opportunity.

Ms. M smiled but did not answer.

"Are you still plotting to take over my body?"

Luther looked directly into her golden eyes. "Stop dreaming."

He would never allow his body to be taken away by others, not even destroyed, but he would never allow anyone else to have it.

Ms. M finally responded to his words. She tilted her head, as if considering how to express herself. Her long red hair swayed with her movement, sliding down her shoulders and onto her chest.

Soon, she seemed to have an idea. She stroked the lump of flesh with her hand, her slender fingers pinching the lump and suddenly tightening!

Smack!

Her palm easily crushed the lump of flesh, and crimson blood mixed with chunks of flesh seeped out from between her fingers, falling into the sea at her feet, where the crimson color spread and diffused across the surface of the water.

"Guwa."

The baby's cries rose faintly, almost inaudible under the sound of the Tide waves.

Ms. M looked at Luther, pointed to the sea at her feet, and slowly moved her finger up until it was completely straight, pointing to the other side of the Sea.

What is she going to show me?

Luther thought with confusion and disgust.

Strange changes soon occurred.

At first, it was the blood at Ms. M's feet. The Flesh of the Evil God's Offspring poured into the seawater, spreading rapidly and merging into a large area of the ocean. As a result, the originally calm, lapping Tide changed, becoming turbulent and surging with astonishing force. This "strange" wave spread rapidly, reaching the entire Ocean with the influence of the Flesh.

The illusory, viscous seawater churned, as if an invisible Storm was forming on the sea, creating enormous waves. As the waves surged, the grayish-white water vapor that permeated the horizon was also driven away and gradually dissipated.

In the direction Ms. M pointed, at the end of the grayish-white mist, a magnificent and imposing outline slowly emerged.

That is

Luther's gaze involuntarily turned towards the outline, a chilling premonition startling him, his heart overflowing with fear and doubt.

The grayish-white vapor dissipated, finally revealing its full presence.

It was a Hanged Giant, suspended on an inverted Cross, his eyes closed, his body covered in countless crisscrossing bloodstains, his face contorted in pain and profound sorrow. The inverted Cross stood on an illusory sea, its base submerged in illusory water, as if it had merged with the seawater.

The True Creator.