Could you accept an ending like this?

Deep in the Fog Sea, on a remote island.

"Ugh!"

Luther's heart was pierced by the blood-red Cross, and he let out a muffled cry of pain. Only then did his body finally regain the ability to move freely.

But along with the freedom of the body comes a terrible Corrosion transmitted from that blood-red Cross.

"Boom!"

A dense, dark, and intense will surged into his body through his heart, as if piercing through an invisible barrier and embedding itself deeply into his Spirituality!

A cacophony of sounds then filled my ears.

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

"... the Lord that Created Everything, the Lord who Reigns Behind the Curtain of Shadows, the Degenerate Nature of all Living Things..."

"You are the Lord that Created Everything, the Almighty..."

"... Lord, for you I am willing to give everything!"

That was the frenzied and extreme prayer of the Aurora Order followers, their devout yet Distortion voices echoing endlessly in Luther's mind, influencing Luther spirit. The shadow beneath his feet began to boil, the Cross containing countless Degeneration wills, as if trying to seize control of his shadow. "Damn it, what is that old guy up to?"

Despite the pain, Luther cursed, "Come on!"

He tried to summon the Phantom Tide, hoping that the higher entity that Roselle called "Sefirah" would expel the Corrosion —but nothing happened, and the expected Tide did not appear.

"Damn it... I overdid it in the battle just now... My Spirituality energy is depleted, I can't summon it anymore... He really knows how to pick his timing..."

Luther cursed, reaching out to grab the Cross and trying to pull it out.

"Ah!"

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but let out a short, painful cry.

As a seasoned Secrets Suppliant, ordinary physical pain wouldn't elicit such a strong reaction from him. However, when he tried to pull out the Cross just now, he felt an extremely intense pain, as if his soul was being forcibly torn apart!

The blood- Cross seemed to have merged with his Spirituality, becoming a part of his soul!

"Splash!"

Seeing that the Cross could not be removed, Luther immediately resorted to a second method. His body suddenly collapsed, turning into a pool of Flesh that spilled onto the ground.

Once his physical body was removed, the object inserted into his heart would naturally fall out... Hmm? He didn't see the Cross on the surface of the Flesh swamp, but he still felt a substantial spiritual Corrosion, and the shadow beneath him continued to send waves of shocks.

Could it be that... that thing is bound to me...?

Luther reassembled his Flesh, returning to human form.

His face immediately darkened, for the Cross had reappeared, still fixed to his chest, impossible to remove.

I was tricked...

"Grass!"

Luther roared and cursed.

No, this can't go on! Staying here is just waiting to die. If that thing completely integrates into my body, the consequences are unimaginable...

Whom should I ask for help?

Fool?

Klein himself has been captured, and I'm the one who needs to rescue him...

Tarot Club? Klein isn't here, so there's no way to contact them...

Crew members of the Blood Pirates?

Antiya is asleep, and I can't wake them... and even if they came, it wouldn't make a difference...

Luther's mind raced, and after eliminating one candidate after another, he finally thought of someone who might be able to provide reliable help—"The Queen Mystic" Bernadette. He had a way to summon her messenger, but he had to act quickly.

Find a flat spot and hold the Ritual!

Luther thought to himself.

Before leaving, he made sure to pick up the Hanged Man card that had fallen to the ground. He had been tricked because of the card's synergistic effect, and he would have been completely ripped off if he hadn't taken it with him.

After looking around, Luther found a relatively flat spot and took a step forward.

"Despair."

He stepped onto the smooth floor.

... floor?

Luther looked up blankly. Beside him, the desolate island and the thick fog had all vanished, replaced by a magnificent church.

A church made of bones.

Here, every standing pillar is inlaid with a thigh bone, every arch is adorned with curved ribs, and every dome is pieced together with skulls of different races. Most of them are pale white, densely stacked and crowded together, staring at Luther, the intruder, with empty eyes.

The church had stained-glass windows, and the main doors were wide open, letting in Crimson Moonlight that shone on the bones, giving them an eerie yet sacred glow.

Through the door, one can see a city shrouded in Evernight, with countless wild beasts dressed in human clothes roaming the streets.

Luther felt as if he had seen this place before.

That's right, it's that... Garden of Eden of the Psychology Alchemists!

In the center of that city, there was indeed a church made of bones. The [Gluttony] he had been chasing had tried to escape there, but was refused...

Who is the owner of this place? Could it be that I was...?

"Brush!"

Luther suddenly turned around and looked inside the church.

At the very front of the magnificent church stood a Cross hundreds of meters high. On the Cross, a blurry, enormous human figure stood, as if bearing everything, looking down with pity upon all the souls.

In front of the Cross, there were rows of black chairs with backs, but they were empty except for one person praying.

The worshipper sat devoutly with his eyes closed in the center of the first row, wearing a rather simple white robe, with a pale gold beard that covered the lower half of his face, his hands clasped in front of a silver Cross on his chest, his expression calm and gentle.

Adam.

President of the Twilight Hermit Order, King of Angel, Firstborn Son of the Creator, Angel of Imagination, Adam!

"Welcome."

As if sensing Luther's gaze, Adam raised his head and opened his eyes.

Those eyes were clear and pure, like a child's.

He slowly rose from his prayer chair, looked peacefully at Luther, and calmly began to speak:

"With the fall of George III and the devastating blow to Loen, a vast amount of Order and organizational relationships need to be rebuilt... This will make the war even more brutal, affecting even more people... And with Roselle's return, Intis will also face a bloodbath, and the entire world will be plunged into major turmoil because of your choices..."

Adam calmly and objectively analyzed the situation, like a detached Spectator.

After saying all this, He looked directly into Luther's eyes and calmly asked, "Do you accept this ending?"

Luther, with a blood-red Cross embedded in his chest, stared coldly at Him.

A few seconds later, he smiled calmly and then said:

You ask me if I accept it? I accept you fucking fucking fucked.