Found You
Above the Gray Fog.
Klein sat behind the Bronze Long Table, his body shrouded in Gray Fog, exuding a lofty and profound aura.
He materialized paper and pen, and began writing Divination statements on them, using the high-level mysticism of the Gray Fog to perform the Divination. The Divination concerned a child named "Will Onsetin," who was suspected to be High Sequence powerhouse of the "Fate" Pathway, "The Snake of Mercury." This morning, he and Doctor Aaron discovered Will's body in the cemetery.
After arriving at two contradictory conclusions—that "Will was not completely dead" and "the body found was indeed Will's"—he seemed somewhat confused.
"Was the Divination interfered with? No, that doesn't mean it was."
After a series of Divination and deductions, Klein felt that the other party might be in some peculiar state, evading the pursuit of other "Snake of Mercury" in the same Sequence.
"Indeed, one cannot completely disregard Divination, nor can one believe it entirely."
He said this with great feeling.
At this point, a thought suddenly struck him.
Divination results should not be taken as absolute truth.
Luther had previously mentioned that he suspected Psychology Alchemists, and that it was arranged by 0-08. His answer at the time was, "No," because he had already performed Divination on the Gray Fog.
Several days have passed since the Divination was performed on the Gray Fog. Perhaps Luther has suddenly been targeted recently?
It shouldn't be that bad, right?
Klein thought to himself with self-doubt, but his Spirituality instincts conjured a new sheet of paper, on which he wrote:
"Luther Rondal's current Fate has been Distortion."
Previously, when divining Lu Ze, he was disturbed by the illusory sound of ocean waves. However, through experimentation, he discovered that as long as he did not use dream divination to uncover Lu Ze's inner secrets, but only used pendulum divination to predict his external circumstances, the disturbances he experienced would be significantly reduced.
Klein whispered the Divination words, raised the citrine pendulum to the paper, almost touching the words, and then entered a meditative state.
"Call--"
The surrounding Gray Fog began to boil, seemingly fighting against some illusory entity. Klein felt a sharp pain in his brain, but it was bearable enough that he forced his eyes open, enduring the excruciating pain that threatened to explode, to see the result:
The citrine was spinning clockwise at a fast speed and with a considerable amplitude.
This indicates affirmation.
Luther's Fate was Distortion, and very violently!
Klein's eyes widened instantly. He thought for a few seconds, then quickly wrote down a new Divination statement on the paper:
"Luther Rondal is currently in a dangerous situation."
The Divination result was also affirmative, and the extreme movement of the citrine indicated a very high level of danger!
Oops!
0-08 is interfering with him!
Klein's mind was filled with alarm bells. He remembered Luther saying he was going to see the Psychology Alchemists for treatment today. Was it the people in the Psychology Alchemists who were the problem, or had Ince Will noticed him?
The heavy snow showed no signs of stopping; it just kept falling. Black fluff filled the world before our eyes, adorning the cityscape of Backlund together with the gray Fog. Although it was afternoon, the sky was unusually dark. The snow melted as soon as it hit the ground, staining everything in its path.
The gas streetlights were turned on, but they were just orange-red blobs, huddled in the snow, offering little illumination.
"The weather is really bad."
Luther thought to himself, a little worried, "In this weather, will that expert from the Psychology Alchemists arrive on time? It would be troublesome if he canceled his trip."
Looking out the car window at the dim sky, he drifted into a daze.
The day I left Tingen, it seemed to be just as dark. There were no gaslights in the public cemetery, only the Moon. When I pushed open the coffin lid and saw how dim it was, I thought I had entered the Underworld.
He Consciousness raised his hand, his fingers seemingly recalling the weight of the coffin lid pressing down and the roughness of its surface.
Um?
Luther suddenly froze.
But Cecilia dug me out; shouldn't she be the one who pushed open the coffin lid?
"Buzz!"
Just as he was feeling confused by the jumble of memories, a sharp buzzing sound suddenly pierced his ears. Caught off guard, he jerked violently before belatedly covering his ears.
It's started again!
Luther thought bitterly.
He heard a magnificent sound, as if rising from the earth or descending from the sky. The sound seemed to come from the distant past, a prayer etched deep in the souls of our ancestors, a divine Enlightenment from a great being to humankind.
"You should repent and experience suffering."
"If your right eye looks directly at the gods, you commit blasphemy, gouge out your right eye; if your right hand points at the gods, you commit blasphemy, cut off your right hand."
"It is better to lose one part of the body than to have the whole body thrown into hell."
The loud sound echoed, causing Luther intense pain. He couldn't help but cover his head and arch his back.
"Shut up, shut up!"
He called out in a low voice.
"Whoosh--"
The Phantom Tide echoed in his mind. He actively invoked his Golden Finger, attempting to neutralize the influence of the True Creator. However, the mad voice continued to reverberate, as if automatically generated from the depths of his mind, resonating with his own Flesh.
Isn't this the ramblings of the True Creator?
Yes, it's mine?!
Something's not right!
He looked up abruptly and saw the silhouette of Ms. M pointing at the coachman ahead. It turned out that the carriage had now deviated from the road to Empress Borough and was heading deeper into the East Borough.
"Stop!"
Luther shouted to the coachman.
But the other person was only focused on getting to the bus and didn't even turn his head back. From the moment he boarded, he not only didn't speak, but he barely moved either.
"I said, stop!"
Despite the pain, Luther waved his hand, condensing a ball of flame in his palm and shooting it towards the coachman's back.
"Bang!"
The driver's body was immediately engulfed in flames, but he didn't utter a single cry. He continued driving while still ablaze. Only when his arm was burned off did the carriage Distortion course, crashing sideways into a lamppost and coming to a stop.
"Cecilia! Get out of here right now!"
Luther shouted to his sister. He'd be incredibly stupid if he still couldn't see something was wrong now.
As soon as the two jumped out of the carriage, they saw that the driver's body had exploded, turning into a pool of blood mixed with the filthy Black Snow. Deep within the blood, a transparent radiance was forming.
A distant, ethereal chant then arose:
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
In a daze, Luther seemed to see transparent, blurry pages of a book flipping rapidly, eventually settling on a particular page. The transparent light gradually formed a large door, from which someone stepped out, treading through the mud.
A black robe draped over his body, as if he wanted to blend into the dim environment. Beneath the hood, his handsome face was filled with madness and joy.
"Found you."
Mr. A said with a sneer.