Ouroboros
The day after meeting Sharron, Luther received no further contact from her. It seemed that finding the previous members and rebuilding the exploration team would take some effort.
It happened to be Monday, Luther spent the morning inspecting the "pasture," preaching to the Lamb and treating the sick. As his connection with these people grew stronger, his mental state gradually improved, and he hadn't been Illusion for some time.
After settling the Lamb, Luther returned to his residence. Around three o'clock, he locked the door and had M create Virtual Personality for him. As the clock struck midnight, endless crimson light surged from the void, enveloping him.
When Luther opened his eyes again, he found himself inside that ancient, eternal Palace. A thick gray fog flowed beneath his feet, and several blurry figures gathered around a long bronze table.
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
He saw Miss Justice rise as always and greet each member of the Gray Fog in a lighthearted tone.
How happy must one's life be to have such a naive and optimistic mindset?
Luther couldn't help but think to himself.
Just then, he suddenly noticed something unusual—the [Sun] beside him, upon arriving in the Gray Fog, suddenly jolted and then froze.
He seemed to have suffered a great shock.
Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Sun, what's going on?
Not only Luther, but Audrey [Justice] also sensed something was wrong. She was about to greet the men, but her "Telepathist" ability allowed her to easily discern that the tall young man was uneasy.
"You don't seem to be doing well! Did something happen while exploring that temple of the true, Fallen Creator?"
She immediately guessed what it was.
[Sun] Derrick's body shuddered, snapping him out of his state of terror. [Justice]'s words gave him hope, and he began nervously to recount his experiences:
"I'm stuck in a cycle."
Their exploration team explored the temple countless times, each time ending with the chief killing the little boy Jack. However, immediately afterward, everyone returned to the beginning of the event, the camp outside the city, to the moment before the exploration began.
The members of the exploration team were completely Consciousness that they were repeating the same pattern, simply continuing the cycle of exploration, killing, and returning to the Qidian. If Mr. Fool hadn't pulled Derrick Sun Sun Above the Gray Fog, helping him recall his previous experiences, they probably would have continued like this indefinitely.
"Thank you, Mr. Fool."
[The Sun] Derrick felt increasingly terrified as he thought about it, and couldn't help but bow his head to the towering figure above him.
Actually, I didn't know unless you told me.
Klein muttered to himself, nodding slightly in response.
Seeing Mr. Fool's calm demeanor, Derrick the Sun finally felt more at Tranquility and gained confidence in resolving the matter. He turned to the crowd and asked earnestly:
"So, do you know why this is happening? And how should we deal with it?"
According to the Tarot Club's protocol, this should be Mr. Fool's reading time, but due to the special circumstances, everyone has tacitly agreed to start the discussion directly.
Cycle, exploration.
After hearing [The Sun's] description, [Justice] Audrey's eyes lit up, feeling both excited and afraid. She desperately wanted to help, but due to her limited experience in the extraordinary world, she had no clue where to start.
"I can write a letter to my Teacher for you and ask him about it."
[The Magician] Fors's situation was similar to hers, but she was now officially a member of the Abraham Family —a student of Dorian Gray—and had an outsider. After a moment's hesitation, she added tentatively, "However, this might take some time."
Fors's Teacher lived in Pritz Harbor, which was some distance from Backlund.
Klein had seen many similar scenes in literary works from his previous life and was able to offer some ideas. But if he could come up with them, his fellow transmigrator Luther, could naturally do the same, so he didn't control the [World] puppet to speak, but instead decided to observe first.
Alger the Hanged Man hesitated for a moment, about to speak, when he suddenly heard the calm voice of Temperance:
"I know how to solve it."
As soon as Luther finished speaking, everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.
"[Temperance] Mr., do you have a solution?"
"[The Sun] "Derrick asked excitedly.
"Um."
Luther nodded slightly.
He wasn't just talking nonsense; he was genuinely confident.
When he became a "Secrets Suppliant," the True Creator bestowed upon him an excessive amount of knowledge. This included not only the True Creator's Honorific Name, sacrifices, and Ritual, but also the name of another special being.
That name is Ouroboros.
The lingering spirits, the servants of the True Creator, the eyes that gaze upon Fate —this is part of the description of the Honorific Name Ouroboros, which clearly illustrates His relationship with the True Creator. It is quite reasonable for such a subordinate of an evil god to appear in the temple.
Of course, this reason alone cannot prove anything. However, the knowledge of Potion also includes several Ritual for praying to Ouroboros for power, one of Ritual has a powerful effect: it can rewind events within a certain time and space to their Oldest One.
This is very similar to [the Sun] and their experience at the temple!
"To bring the murals inside the temple to life."
Luther said.
"OK."
Although he didn't know what Mr. Fool was up to, [The Sun] Derrick still dared not be negligent. After obtaining Mr. Fool's permission, he displayed the murals he had seen in the temple one by one before everyone:
The True Creator bears the burden of a collapsing world, saves humanity, and battles against six evil God;
The silver Angel led the pilgrims toward the black mountains.
"Wait a moment."
As the Tarot Club members were awestruck by the ancient murals, Luther suddenly spoke up. His gaze was fixed on the silver-white Angel, looking at the circulating river at its feet.
In the corner of that mural, the words "Rose Redemption" were written.
"This silver being is very likely a servant of the True Creator, the Ouroboros, Ouroboros," Luther said to the crowd, pointing to the mural. "Did you notice the winding river beneath His feet that eventually connects its head and tail? That's a manifestation of His power."
"Ouroboros?"
No one had ever heard of this name before, except for Klein, who had a guess and connected it to the "Monster" Pathway Sequence 1 mentioned in Roselle's Diary, "The Snake of Mercury," or "The Snake of Fate."
Will Unsett, who was in a strange state, seemed to be a Snake of Mercury.