The Unlucky Anderson

Within the thin Gray Fog permeating the Spirit World.

A Pure Lights descended before Luther, transforming into a dignified old man.

The old man wore a diamond crown and a long, bright red robe. Unlike Luther's blood-stained robe, his robe did not have a strong sense of blood; instead, it appeared pure and clean.

As he approached, the strange creatures in the surrounding Fog reacted. Many silently moved away, while the rest cast indifferent glances at them.

"We meet again."

The old man spoke solemnly and earnestly.

One of the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, "Red Light" El Moria!

"Hello."

Luther, wary, bowed to the other party.

The last time I saw him was to figure out how to use the mutated "Pain," so I used Ritual to bring it onto a paper doll. Now that Luther has come to the Spirit World, the "Red Light" has directly manifested in human form.

He felt a stirring in his chest; it was Luna burrowing deeper into his clothes, seemingly a little scared.

"Hello."

"Red Light" Al Moria returned the bow in the same manner, as politely as before.

After straightening up, he looked at Luther carefully.

"Your soul seems much heavier than when I last saw you."

"Red Light" said this.

Bearing the weight of the suffering of tens of thousands of people, it's only natural that it becomes burdensome.

"That was my own choice."

Luther answered calmly.

After listening, "Red Light" did not express any opinion, but calmly waited for Luther to continue speaking.

Luther thought for a moment and then asked:

"I ended up here by accident. How do I get back to reality?"

According to the records in "Spirit World Insights," the Spirit World and reality completely overlap, and everyone can receive revelation from the Spirit World at any time. There is no distinction between up, down, left, or right here; information from the past, future, and present may all converge here, and normal logic and concepts cannot be verified here.

Staying here for too long is extremely dangerous. Due to the distortion of time and space, it is very easy to get completely lost and never be able to go back.

"You can use Beyonder Ability like 'Travel' and 'Spirit World Traversal,' or you can rely on some Beyonder Item," El Moria replied. "If you don't have those, you can also return through some special methods."

Coincidentally, Mr. A, Grazing in Luther, Record his "Travel".

This ability is essentially achieved through the overlap between the Spirit World and reality, and the Distortion of distance by the Spirit World.

Thank you for your answer.

Luther nodded.

He then activated Mr. A's soul within him, causing that vile soul to scream in agony within his body, initiating the "Travel" Record by the Scribe.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but ask "Red Light" one more time:

Do you know the origin of what makes me special?

As a highly special being in the Spirit World, a symbol of pure knowledge, "Red Light" should know something. Moreover, given El Moria's status in the Spirit World, the fact that he would specifically come to greet him shows that he values him highly!

The dignified old man remained silent for a moment, as if he found it difficult to answer.

Finally, he slowly spoke:

"I sensed a lofty and magnificent aura emanating from you, an aura whose source was more abstract and conceptual than that of the Spirit World."

Huh? What does that mean?

Luther tried to understand what the other person was saying, racking his brains for occult knowledge. The Spirit World itself was mysterious enough, and he lacked any understanding of what the Red Light was actually saying.

After saying this, "Red Light" El Moria bowed to him again, then transformed into a clear red light and flew away, giving Luther no chance to ask any further questions.

Never mind, I'll look into it when I get back.

Luther thought to himself.

The vibrant colors around him began to fade and recede, and the blurred outlines began to become clearer. At the same time, they seemed to be getting farther and farther away from Luther.

The warm sea breeze caressed my face, and the midday sun illuminated everything.

Luther looked around and found himself on an island.

This small island is quiet and peaceful, with sun-warmed beaches and lush, green trees full of life. If it weren't for the extreme danger of the waters, it would be an ideal vacation spot.

It seems he is still in the sea area of God War Ruins, but there is no trace of the "Queen Mystic" or the "King of the Black Throne" around him.

Damn, where is this?

Luther felt a headache coming on. He knew absolutely nothing about this place, and yet he had somehow gotten separated from the Queen, who could have given him directions.

There was also no way to contact the Queen.

I wonder how her battle with the King of the Black Throne went.

Such thoughts kept surfacing in his mind.

After a moment, Luther gradually came to realize a reality—he could not rely on the Queen's power for the time being.

What should I do? Should I use the "Travel" option to return to Toscarter Island and wait for the Queen to contact me again?

He Consciousness looked down at the black cat in his arms and the Black Key that belonged to Roselle. He still had the key; the Queen would surely return for him. However, it was also possible that the "King of the Black Throne" would come.

As he hesitated about his next move, there was movement deep within the island.

"Swish swish!"

It was a lithe figure, rushing towards them at top speed.

The figure grew larger and larger, allowing Luther to see his appearance clearly.

This was a young man with short blond hair and emerald green eyes, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a black vest. His clothes were covered in dust, and his hair was somewhat disheveled, making him look rather disheveled.

Luther watched him quietly, pulled out his Revolver, and just as he was about to reach him, he fired a shot into the sand in front of him.

"Friend, stop!"

The man's smile froze instantly, and he nimbly leaped to the side. "I meant no harm, I just wanted to ask for help!"

As he dodged the bullets, he raised his hands in a gesture of goodwill.

"Who are you?"

Luther did not fire again, but still kept the gun pointed at him.

"Me? I'm hapless Anderson."

The blond young man sighed.

Why are you here?

Luther pressed on with his questions.

"I am a treasure Hunter,"

The young man who called himself "Anderson" scrutinized his blood-red robes, lingered for a moment on the black cat in his arms, and then continued, "I came here to find treasure. But instead of finding treasure, I've encountered Misfortune."

"Misfortune?"

"Yes, after seeing a mural, I became very unlucky and started encountering all sorts of accidents. Um, how did you get here? Where are your ship and companions?"

After giving a brief answer, Anderson strained his eyes to look at the sea behind Luther, seemingly trying to find traces of the ship.

Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.