Sefirah Castle! (Thanks to alliance leader Happy Amon; the previous two chapters have been revised)

Sonia Sea, a Concealment island.

Klein stood solemnly before the cauldron. Inside the cauldron was a dark red substance, somewhere between liquid and gas, about the size of Will Onsett's head.

The "Scholar of Yore's" Potion has been successfully concocted!

He first used Yellow Crystal Pendant Divination to divine the situation and confirmed that it was quite dangerous, but barely bearable.

The higher the Potion's Sequence, the more dangerous it is. Even if the previous Potion has been completely digested, it is no different from a high-potency poison. Drinking such a thing is a huge risk in itself.

"Keep an eye on me, and if I feel unwell after drinking it, remember to intervene immediately."

Looking at the Potion in the cauldron, Klein couldn't help but say to Luther beside him.

"Don't worry, if needed, I'll use the 'Spectator' Pathway to [Soothing] you and regulate your emotions."

Luther replied, "Nothing will happen."

"Remember this: when you're [Soothing] someone, you absolutely must hold back a bit!"

His words made Klein even more worried, after all, the image of Luther controlling Hazel was still vivid in his mind. "Don't use too much force, or you'll turn me into an idiot..."

"Stop talking nonsense and drink it!" Luther said unhappily. "If you think I'm unreliable, then go ask Miss [Justice] for help."

"Her Sequence isn't good enough, and your technique isn't good enough. I'll only feel at ease if the two of you work together..." Klein muttered to himself, but didn't dare say it aloud.

He turned back, looked directly at the Potion, and his expression became serious.

"Brush!"

The next moment, Klein's body suddenly underwent a strange change.

Dozens of strange worms emerged from beneath his skin, peeking out from the gaps in his double-breasted wool coat. These worms, almost completely transparent, were covered with three-dimensional, layered symbols. They seemed restless, as if each one wanted to break free from Klein and crawl into the Metal Cauldron.

The Spirit Worm, Mythical Creature Form of the "Seer" Pathway!

When an extraordinary being ascends to Demigod, he has essentially transcended humanity. In a sense, this state is his true self.

Luther stood calmly to the side, watching Klein barely maintain his composure as he picked up the cauldron, bent down, and inhaled the dark red substance inside. The transparent worms eagerly pounced on the Potion, each tearing off a small piece and swallowing it.

Immediately afterwards--

The worms shrank back into Klein's body, and he himself became ethereal, simply vanishing!

Klein... has he entered the Spirit World? No, it seems to be an even stranger place!

It does not exist in the present world, but in the distant past...

Relying on his Spirituality instincts, Luther looked up and saw something slowly emerging in the invisible sky. It was an eternal Gray Fog, and within the Gray Fog stood an ancient and majestic Palace.

"Whoosh..."

In a daze, he heard the sound of the Tide within his body.

The voice was filled with hostility and anger.

Inside Backlund.

"Creak."

In the Cherwood Borough, a Postman on a bicycle suddenly slammed on the brakes, braced himself with his foot on the ground, and stopped. He adjusted his Monocle on his right eye and tilted his head slightly, as if sensing something.

Soon, the Postman's lips curled up slightly, revealing an expectant and cheerful smile, and he said:

"Sefirah Castle..." Meanwhile.

In the North Borough, beneath Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard Mitchell, who had advanced to Sequence 5 "Spirit Warlock" and become a "Red Gloves" Squad Leader, was explaining Cultist- related knowledge to his team members when he suddenly heard an aged and surprised voice echoing in his mind:

"Sefirah Castle..."

At the same time.

On a second-floor terrace facing the Garden at the Sodela Palace.

"Sefirah Castle..."

A crow with blood-red eyes gazed towards the distant east, its beak opening and closing as if uttering human language.

"Zaratul, what are you saying?"

From the chair on the terrace, George Augustus, with his square, stern face and serious expression, spoke up. He seemed to be casually stroking the black chess piece in his hand, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed the raven's unusual behavior.

"It's nothing, just some little things that I found interesting."

The crow turned its head and spoke in human language.

It hopped onto the chessboard, picked up a white piece, and moved it three squares to the left. "Your Majesty would be better off focusing on yourself rather than worrying about me."

The crow cawed, its tone respectful yet unsettling, "Fate has led me here to form an alliance with you, but I cannot foresee your future... Perhaps you should reconsider your choice more carefully... General."

"What a charlatan."

George III gave a disdainful smile. "All you do is spout vague and ambiguous things."

He captured the white piece with a "snap," saving himself from a precarious situation. Then, he directed the remaining black pieces to continue moving forward, completely ignoring the fact that his own base was empty, with his eyes only on the White King opposite him.

As George III attacked on the chessboard, he said:

"A charlatan like you wouldn't have been given the chance to sit in front of me if you hadn't genuinely shown sincerity."

A few days ago, the leader of this Secret Order contacted the Royal Family, saying that he had glimpsed Gehrman Sparrow's thoughts through a series of events. His Divination indicated that by cooperating with George III and helping him guard a Mausoleum, he could find that goal by relying on Gehrman's own purpose and the Law of Convergence of Beyonder Characteristic.

He even brought with him the "Abomination" Suah, who harbored extreme hatred for [Blood Bishop]...

George III naturally wouldn't refuse the assistance offered to him.

Using the abilities of the "Black Emperor" Pathway, he forged a powerful Contract with the two leaders of the Concealment organization. With this Contract, even Sequence 1 would find it difficult to violate, ensuring that the other party would not betray him.

With these newly added advantages, his chances of success had increased significantly, and the path to godhood was now within reach... George III gripped the black chess piece tightly, a fervent glint in his eyes. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

"If you continue like this, in another thirteen steps I will kill your Black King."

The crow preened its wings with its beak and gave a hoarse warning.

George III came to his senses.

So what?

After observing the situation, he said nonchalantly, "Before that, I'll checkmate you first."

"Really? I don't think so."

The crow shook its head. "I won faster."

So the man and the bird began to speed up their game, fiercely exchanging pieces on the chessboard.

The chessboard quickly became empty, and the situation became increasingly clear. Just as Zaratul had predicted, it seemed that George III would be the first to lose.

"I am dying."

The crow placed the chess piece down, spread its wings, and cawed, "No, I won."

George III sneered, "Take another look at where you just placed the piece."

The red-eyed crow looked down and realized that he had placed his piece on the wrong square. Not only had he failed to checkmate the black side, but he had also exposed all his weaknesses!

It's clearly in the right position... no, it's [Distortion]...

"Your Majesty, isn't this a bit unscrupulous?"

The crow raised its head and asked softly.

"Winning is the most important thing."

George III, holding the black "Emperor" chess piece, spoke with a cold expression.

"I am dying."

He moved the piece and placed it on a black square.