The tower on the sea

"My Homeland..."

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar title, Luther was momentarily dazed. Perhaps it was because the days he spent here were too heavy and too vivid, making the days before his transmigration seem somewhat pale.

"No, I want to go home, I want to go home!"

The phantom of his younger self resurfaced once more, and he clutched at Luther's robe, crying out.

Luther kicked him away and crushed his head amidst his cries.

"Three open spots: you, Roselle, and who's the last one... probably not me?"

Luther had already guessed that Klein had omitted some details from his speech; those "cocoons" were likely located Above the Gray Fog. And the relationship between the Tide within his body and the Gray Fog wasn't friendly; if he were actually sent there, he would have exploded long ago.

"I don't think so either..."

Klein nodded.

Although he had received medical treatment, he was still somewhat depressed.

Are you alright?

"It's alright... I just feel a little lost..."

Klein smiled bitterly, "I originally wanted to go back as soon as possible, but now it seems that returning to my Homeland and seeing my family may no longer be possible. For a moment, I feel somewhat lost and don't know the meaning of my efforts..."

After listening, Luther thought for a moment without expression.

"Then let's change our target."

"Change the target? Change it to what?"

"Revenge."

Luther squinted and whispered cold words to Klein.

"There must be a reason for your time travel; there's a mastermind behind it all."

"That guy has ruined you to this extent, we can't let him get away with it... Even if it's for the sake of the Homeland we can never return to, for the sake of the family we can never see again, we must drag that bastard out, tear out his Flesh, pull out his bones, and let his soul suffer in eternal flames..."

The Homeland is gone forever; despair, pain, and self-pity won't solve anything. Since that's the case, then we absolutely cannot let the mastermind be happy. We must ruin his plans, extinguish his Spirituality, and make him feel extreme remorse for his Error every moment afterward.

It's better for both sides to lose than for one side to win!

Klein took a deep breath, seemingly sensing the chill in his words.

"I understand what you mean... but I find it difficult to consistently pursue a strong goal like you do..."

"Then continuing to get promoted is always the right thing to do."

Luther said, "Perhaps on the day we reach Sequence 0, after becoming a god, we'll find a way back, ignoring the passage of time and returning to the point in time when we first traveled back in time."

He could sense the Spirituality emanating from Klein, who had clearly also advanced to Sequence 4. It could only be said that Klein was incredibly fast, keeping pace closely behind him.

"That would be great if it were true."

Klein seemed amused by his words, and gave a helpless smile.

"Alright, stop talking about me. How are things on your end?"

After killing the phantom of Ince Will, he immediately drank Potion as required by the Ritual, and afterwards he was unable to keep track of Luther's movements.

"Things went fairly smoothly; I've already killed [Greed]."

Luther replied, taking an ancient book from his robes and handing it to Klein. It was written in Ancient Feysac as "The Groselle's Travels," adding, "I've also ascended to Sequence 3, becoming Trinity Templar... Oh, right, I've left the Church of Evernight."

"Ah?"

Klein's hand trembled as he took "The Groselle's Travels" from the book, and he almost dropped the ancient book.

He looked up with a surprised expression, as if he couldn't believe what he had heard.

Are you telling the truth?

Klein's business in the Southern Continent was almost over. He had originally planned to return to Backlund to continue cultivating his wealthy persona and further expand his network through Luther's Church connections. However, he never expected to receive such shocking news.

"Why would I lie to you? The Church of Evernight didn't help me back then, and their attitude towards the war was ambiguous, which was really annoying. So I threw the Red Gloves back to Arianna, told her I quit, and asked her to pay my wages. She didn't do anything to me."

"That Goddess..."

"Let the Goddess go to the side."

Luther said without any politeness.

That concludes my relationship with the Church. They had shown me care and assistance, and I had repaid them handsomely.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to take sides or stay away from the Goddess with me."

He looked at the hesitant Klein and couldn't help but smile. "I know you've received a lot of attention from the Goddess, but I still have to remind you, be careful of the Goddess... She absolutely doesn't do charity. All the investments made in you will definitely be repaid many times over in the future."

"I see."

Klein's expression also turned serious. "I'll remember that."

After that, the two chatted for a few more minutes, tacitly avoiding mentioning each other's secrets, and simply agreed to contact each other again if anything came up.

After saying goodbye to Klein, Luther went to a remote island in the Sonia Sea.

He had just completed his advancement and hadn't even had a chance to check all his abilities before being called away to rescue someone. Since an anomaly had occurred Above the Gray Fog after Klein's advancement to Sequence 4, his own Tide might also experience corresponding anomalies.

After setting up some protective measures around him, Luther stood in the center of the island, closed his eyes, and imagined his body being submerged by the sea.

"Whoosh--"

The illusory sound of the tide soon reached his ears, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already on the chaotic Tide.

Welcome back.

The red-haired, golden-eyed woman stood beside him and spoke gently.

Luther ignored her and instead looked around to confirm the changes in his surroundings.

There are two most obvious changes. First, the visibility is much clearer; the white Fog has receded, and the Sea that can be seen is much wider. As for the second, it is the towering Tower. Unsurprisingly, the tower has risen even higher into the sky.

More and more White Tower are rising from the sea. Standing below and looking up, the tops of the pagodas are already blurred, as if they have disappeared into the thick Fog.

"Luckily, I placed Cecilia's soul down there before..."

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Luther thought to himself with relief.

The white stone tower is solid, and even at this height, it shows no signs of tilting.

He clearly remembered that when he stood on the top of the tower and looked up, he could vaguely see many things through the white mist. Now that the White Tower had risen so much, he could finally see those things clearly.

With that thought, Luther no longer hesitated. He used the Storm to lift his body and ascended the Tower, finally reaching the very top. Standing atop the tower, he looked up and saw—

A thick Fog enveloped an alien world.

The Fog blurred the sky above, with a magnificent barrier vaguely obscuring it. Within it lay countless ineffable and indescribable things—abstract manifestations, concepts and meanings themselves.

And in the gaps of this magnificent barrier, there floated brilliant orbs of light.

Black Plains overgrown with Deep Sleep Flower, Berserk Sea filled with Gale and lightning, Brass Bookshelves as tall as a mountain surrounded by numerous strange Runes, a dazzling sphere of pure golden light... Each of those spheres of light overflows with surging divine power, gathering a vast amount of prayers and faith.

Divine Kingdom!

A manifestation of divine authority and the faith of believers!

Above this endless Sea lies the legendary Astral World!