Primordial Moon

"Whoosh..."

Luther heard the Phantom Tide.

The sound seemed to surge from an endless Abyss, instantly flooding his soul and filling his body.

"Whoosh--"

The sound of the tide grew louder and louder, and the cool liquid surged in with fierce force, as if carrying intense emotions, colliding with the influence of the [Moon] card!

"Boom!!!"

Luther heard a deafening roar coming from inside his body.

"Puff!"

The Blood Marsh he transformed into rippled violently, as if countless mouths were emitting painful, silent cries. Blood flowed from every hole on his face at the same time.

"████!!!!"

In a hazy, Illusion, the exquisitely beautiful female head suddenly emitted a deafening scream. Within this sound, indescribable and beyond human comprehension, countless brilliant stars shattered, exploding into pure light...

Luther suddenly opened his eyes. "Damn it..."

Upon realizing the current situation, he couldn't help but curse under his breath, struggling to gather his Flesh together.

Luther! Are you alright?

Antiya exclaimed.

She wanted to lend a hand, but then, as if recalling what had just happened, she uneasily lowered her hand.

"Not... good..."

Luther's forehead veins bulged, and his head looked like it was filled with boiling water, rife with chaos and madness.

He managed to gather his Flesh together, but he couldn't completely restore it to its previous human form. The Flesh no longer conformed, as if it contained many impurities. They struggled to break free from Luther's control, changing, writhing, and growing bloody mouths that fervently praised the crimson moonlight!

Shut up...

Luther manipulated the Tide within his body, causing them to crash violently against the impact.

"Whoa!!"

Ripples spread across his Flesh, as if the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart was striking once more. However, unlike the previous Corrosion Tide, the contamination within the [Moon] card remained stubbornly embedded deep within his Flesh, even as the tides surged. "You don't want to leave, do you?"

Luther gritted his teeth and became ruthless.

He drew out an arm, conjuring shadows to create a dark, profound "Blade of Flesh and Spirit," then raised the Greatsword high towards his Distortion, emaciated body...

"Puff!"

He brutally sliced off those Filth, gruesome Flesh!

"Sizzle..."

The Flesh that fell to the floor actually began to wriggle on its own, reaching out Tentacle toward the moonlight.

"Queen!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Luther roared at Bernadette.

"Good!"

Bernadette immediately realized what was happening.

Strangely enough, at the same time the sound of the Tide rang out, the coolness within "Pale Death" suddenly returned, as if the powerful element in the [Moon] card had been suppressed. Without hesitation, she put the mask on again.

A chilling, deathly feeling instantly spread from the "Queen Mystic's" body as she indifferently gazed at the pile of Distortion flesh.

"Brush!"

The once vibrant and ferocious chunks of flesh were instantly covered with large patches of grayish-white color, their vitality fading away, leaving only some extremely Filth and evil things hidden deep within.

"Clang--"

The light of Dawn shone in Luther's left hand. The Silver Rapier flashed like lightning, Weaving a fine net in the air, completely shredding the mass of Flesh into dust. Then, with a wave of his hand, a clear and pure golden light spread out, completely cleansing away the remaining Filth.

The Crimson Moon in the sky gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely, and the scenery outside the window returned to normal, with golden scales dancing on the crystal-clear Azure Sea.

It all seemed like a dream.

"Huff, huff..."

Luther withdrew his Spirituality, his face contorted in pain, and he let out heavy breathing.

I was careless!

Having received two benefits from Roselle — the Ship Spirit Antiya and the "Twilight Giant" card— Luther Consciousness assumed the box contained an extremely valuable treasure. Little did he know its contents were so dangerous, even the Phantom Tide couldn't completely suppress it! It was definitely an existence more powerful than True God...

Moreover, Luther was also filled with confusion.

Why did Roselle do that?

They were both time travelers, and he had already provided a large amount of treasure beforehand, so why did he have to impose such a terrible Curse at the last step?

No, something's not right...

He quickly recalled his memories of the Tarot Club.

Judging from the diaries presented by Bernadette and the words of the Fool Klein, Roselle descended into inexplicable madness in his later years, ultimately turning his attention to Sequence 0... Could this be the reason behind it all? Was he Corrosion by that strange entity associated with the Moon?

Soon, he remembered the name of a deity.

"The Primordial Moon".

The name Arrodes terrified just hearing it, the existence that Snake of Mercury Will absolutely refused to associate with... If it were Him, it would seem reasonable that Roselle, as the "Son of Steam," would find it difficult to resist.

After figuring all this out, Luther caught his breath and looked at Bernadette, who looked confused and uneasy.

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"... Yes."

Bernadette answered in a deep voice. As a High Sequence powerhouse of the "Mystery Pryer" Pathway, she almost immediately understood the meaning behind Luther's words. She frowned and looked at Luther, "You think he might have been corrupted by that kind of thing?"

"Perhaps."

Luther replied, "I think there's no other way to explain the malice in this box than under normal circumstances... It gave me so many gifts, yet suddenly launched an attack at the last moment; it's completely illogical."

However, from another perspective, the [Primordial Moon] that Corrosion Roselle affected his mind, causing him to deliberately create this selection process, allowing the transmigrator with Golden Finger to obtain the "Black Throne" and, upon opening the box after advancement to Sequence 3, also become Corrosion and enslaved by Him...

"..."

Bernadette fell silent, a complex emotion seemingly brewing deep within her eyes.

If what Luther said is really true, then how should I view my father?

Not long after, the pitch-black "Black Throne" sailed away from Emerald City.

The recent encounter had killed their interest in continuing the conversation, though they agreed to stay in touch and work together to deal with George III. "Your situation has worsened."

As Luther stood at the ship's railing looking at the sea, M's figure quietly appeared, his expression slightly worried. "Although you've escaped the Corrosion of the Primordial Moon, your Mental World has suffered a considerable impact... Do you feel your Spirituality becoming uncontrollable?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Despite the dizziness in his head, Luther responded coldly.

"To be honest, you need to stabilize your condition immediately."

m said seriously.