Divination

Adam gazed at Cyril with a gentle expression, those golden eyes, as clear and innocent as a newborn's, seemingly capable of peering straight into one's soul.

"If you do not wish to become further nourishment for the High-Dimensional Overseer once the barrier left by the original Creator shatters, and if you do not wish to lose your life and your sense of self, you must possess the power to contend with Him within this limited time."

"In a sense, you are fortunate. This planet gathers more than half of the Beyonder characteristics, Uniquenesses, and even Sefirot of the entire universe. Even though it is sealed by Them, this planet possesses the conditions to give birth to several Great Old Ones."

"But it is also a misfortune. The unique nature of your soul makes you mutually repulsive to the vast majority of Beyonder pathways on this planet; you do not have many choices."

His tone was flat, as if he were discussing something trivial, but as the listener, Cyril found his emotions difficult to control, fluctuating between relief, tension, and frustration.

After a moment of hesitation, he looked at the blonde priest before him and asked in a deep voice, "May I ask what pathways are available for me to choose from?"

He paused, then added, "What price must I pay for this question? If I cannot afford it for the time being, can I put it on credit?"

Adam chuckled at him. Just as he thought the other party was unwilling to answer his question for free, the priest suddenly spoke up:

"My understanding of those Great Old Ones in the starry sky is neither sufficient nor complete."

"But you can ask yourself. Your own spirituality will not deceive you, and you possess a sufficiently high level of status."

"Divination?" Cyril instantly understood what he meant, but there was a critical problem:

"Although ordinary people can obtain some revelations from their own spirituality through divination, I don't know how to divine."

Adam shook his head gently: "No, you can divine, and your luck is quite good. This divination will certainly succeed."

"I don't... I understand. Thank you for your help."

Cyril cut off his denial halfway through. He recalled the description of the Visionary in the original work, which included the line: The future He declares shall surely unfold and become reality.

Adam, who possessed the Uniqueness, had already mastered a portion of the Visionary's authority. In other words, what He said could also become reality; therefore, my next divination would certainly succeed.

Thinking of this, he immediately looked around, searching for tools he could use for divination.

As for the method of divination, he considered himself quite familiar with the pendulum method, dream divination, and coin flipping often used by Klein.

As his gaze swept the area, he saw a set of Tarot Cards materialize from nothingness and float before him.

Adam nodded with a light chuckle, "Use these. I can see that you have special feelings for Tarot Cards in your heart."

"Silently recite the question you wish to divine in your heart, then draw a few cards from them."

"Alright." Cyril nodded gently.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. After steeling his nerves, he recited his question in his heart and quickly drew three cards from the deck facing away from him.

Following another round of inhaling and exhaling, he turned the Tarot Cards over with a mix of excitement and trepidation, facing them toward himself:

"The Magician, The Lovers, and the Wheel of Fortune..."

Although I knew there weren't many choices and I was already prepared, aren't these options a bit too much?

Whether it was the Mr. Door pathway represented by The Magician card or the Error pathway represented by The Lovers card, neither could avoid Amon, the biggest brat in this world.

A meme suddenly surfaced in his mind: Give up, the air is full of Amon.

Wait, that's not what I meant, I just...

Adam chuckled and interrupted his internal self-justification: "It is a normal reaction to fear or even loathe Amon. The vast majority of people in this world who know of His existence harbor such thoughts."

"Amon is a natural mythical creature, and lacking sufficiently normal anchors, the flaws in His personality are inevitably magnified."

"However, I see His growth in your heart, which is good news, isn't it? It shows that even a brat will grow up and change, although this growth cost Him a great deal."

Cyril stood where he was, his expression devoid of ripples, but his heart had gone numb.

As expected, there are no secrets before the world's most outstanding Spectator. But I've only just seen Amon's official appearance in the second volume; how does He know the other party has already grown?

The moment the thought flickered in his mind, Adam's voice rang out: "This is a father's understanding of his child."

After a slight pause, He continued: "I will keep your secrets and provide you with a certain degree of concealment. In exchange, you must also keep some secrets for me. Do you agree?"

Cyril suppressed his wandering thoughts and nodded gently: "I agree."

In that instant, Cyril felt a certain change—a change originating from the depths of his soul. He seemed to see a golden, seal-like projection flash by. This was a constraint, a notarization.

Though he was slightly surprised, he quickly relaxed. After all, this was power the other party had once possessed. Compared to the grand spectacle of the Visionary Uniqueness, merely recreating the power of a Sequence 6 was not worth mentioning.

Adam nodded at him with a light chuckle, then raised a hand to point at the three Tarot Cards in his hand:

"Now, back to the previous question."

"What question did you just ask your spirituality?"

"Based on my understanding of Them, the Wheel of Fortune does not belong to the targets of the High-Dimensional Overseer."

Cyril pursed his lips and nodded, weighing his words before saying: "I am somewhat lost, so when I drew the Tarot Cards, the question that subconsciously came to mind was: what should I do?"

Adam nodded gently: "A reasonable question."

He then pointed to the three Tarot Cards in Cyril's hand, speaking in turn: "The Magician, The Lovers, The Wheel of Fortune. Their most superficial meanings are to learn the art of communication, to develop different relationships, and to change one's fate through effort."

"If you simply combine their interpretations, it roughly means to learn, to communicate, to build relationships with different people and organizations, to seek cooperation and help, and to strengthen yourself through constant accumulation, thereby changing your future fate."

"The question you just asked was very general, and your confusion regarding the available Beyonder pathways happens to be included within it."

Cyril's eyes lit up as he understood what the other party meant: "So, the revelation regarding the Beyonder pathways I can choose from is also within these three Tarot Cards?"

Amidst the murmurs, his gaze fell upon the first Tarot Card he had drawn:

"The Magician in the upright position, the beginning of matters, a change in action, the execution of one's own will..."

"Therefore, the most suitable pathway for me is the Door pathway."

As he spoke, he looked up at Adam, but there was no one in front of him, only a full-length mirror placed in the corner. This King of Angels, who had arrived in response to his call, had now vanished just as suddenly as he had appeared.

Not only that, but his room had also become tidy; the candles on the floor, the mirror shards, the herbal powders, the ritual silver dagger, and other items had all disappeared, as if they had never existed at all.

Cyril frowned, struggling to recall his recent memories, only to find that Adam's figure had faded from his mind. He realized he had been talking to himself in the mirror the entire time.

"How is this possible? I clearly remember Adam standing right here, speaking to me very gently..."

As he spoke, he suddenly paused. The more he tried to recall, the more he felt that his state of mind just now had been unnatural, not like himself at all.

So, was I hypnotized just now?

Knock! Knock!

A series of urgent knocks suddenly rang out from downstairs. Cyril looked down toward the direction of the front door. Although he couldn't see anything through the floor, he inexplicably felt that the person knocking downstairs had come for him.

Outside the Spirit World, above the Sefirah Castle, within a magnificent and ancient palace that resembled the dwelling of a giant, a deep red light suddenly surged, then contracted and solidified into a hazy figure seated at the head of a mottled long table.

Klein looked at the deep red star that was constantly expanding and contracting amidst the boundless gray fog outside the palace, his face filled with confusion:

"Someone is praying again, and it's very different from the inexplicable connection with The Sun from before. This time it's very stable, very clear, and more importantly, he even recited my honorific name in its entirety. But I just made that up; it was never spread anywhere."

"Could it be that there really is a hidden existence in this world called The Fool?"

"And did He discover that I've been misappropriating His title, and is now preparing to greet me through the prayers of a believer from across the 'internet'?"