Adam's Special Mission

As Adam spoke, the surrounding light suddenly brightened and burst into color, as if he had stepped into a room filled with stained-glass windows during the day.

No, it wasn't "as if"—he had truly been moved to a different location.

Once his vision cleared, he found himself inside a magnificent, colossal cathedral supported by rows of pitch-black stone pillars.

Before him stood that familiar, hundred-meter-tall giant cross, surrounded by a dense cluster of bones from various races.

He had arrived at Adam's Cathedral of Bones once again.

"Some topics are safer to discuss here."

Adam spoke leisurely, and as he did, two high-backed black chairs suddenly appeared behind them.

"The Seven Deities do not wish for Amon to become the Lord of the Mysteries. Compared to choosing Him, they would rather see the original Lord of the Mysteries return."

"The Goddess of Night, who sealed Antigonus and exiled Bethel, possesses the power to flip the table, so I must make certain trade-offs."

"Until the candidate for Lord of the Mysteries chosen by Her becomes an Angel, I cannot directly interfere or assist Amon. After that, it will be up to each of us to rely on our own abilities."

Cyril nodded in realization. Perhaps Adam had already taken action, and the Goddess of Night had stopped Him in time, leading the two to likely reach a new agreement.

After a pause, he thought of another question: "Without the help of the Lord of the Mysteries, it must be very difficult for you to recover the authority..."

After all, those three are true deities, and they are on a completely unified front regarding this matter.

Adam smiled slightly: "As the part that takes, the Goddess of Night will provide assistance in this regard."

Cyril: (@[]@!!)

The old pigeon of the Storm, you're in danger!

After a brief moment of shock, Cyril quickly composed himself. At the level of the gods, interests inevitably outweigh emotions. Regardless of who eventually becomes the Lord of the Mysteries, both angel investors who are cooperating with each other will surely obtain what they need most, to a greater or lesser extent.

As his thoughts wandered, Cyril's expression suddenly stiffened, and cold sweat broke out on his back... Why would Adam tell me so much? Although I can guarantee I won't leak the information, these things aren't necessarily things I need to know, right?

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Adam, sitting directly opposite him, provided the answer:

"Two reasons. First, you are not an ordinary person; you are qualified to know these things."

"Second, I have a long-term, special mission to entrust to you. Satisfying your curiosity can be considered part of the reward."

Cyril immediately pressed, "What mission?"

Adam: "Investigate the secrets hidden by the Primordial Demoness in the Mirror World."

"You are able to open the 'door' to the Mirror World, and your level is high enough that some of the dangers and corruption of the Mirror World will not affect you."

Cyril remained silent. It was clear that Adam had seen him trying to open the 'door' to the Mirror World out of curiosity earlier, or perhaps He had been watching him all along.

Sensing his inner thoughts, Adam said leisurely: "You are special; some attention is necessary. This is not constant, however—even for a Spectator who can split into virtual personalities, there isn't that much energy to spare."

Cyril nodded gently, not dwelling on the issue. Who told him he was weak? The weak have no say.

After a slight pause, he nodded and accepted the mission: "I will try to explore the Mirror World, but it will be hard to achieve any results in the short term. My strength is the biggest constraint."

Adam smiled and nodded slightly: "You can call my name when you encounter danger. Even if it is only in your heart, I will be able to hear it."

"Additionally, during the mission, the Twilight Hermit Order will provide some assistance for your advancement."

"Make good use of the wallet Amon gave you. At certain times, you might be able to take some special things out of it."

Cyril opened his mouth, wanting to ask something else, but Adam did not give him the chance. The Cathedral of Bones in his eyes faded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in his room.

He subconsciously glanced at the floor-length mirror in the corner and shook his head slightly:

"I have to wait until I advance to Sequence 7 Astrologer before I can go in and explore, otherwise I'll definitely get lost."

"But was this mission just an afterthought after saving me, or does He really want me to discover something from the Mirror World?"

"Hmm... He shouldn't need to do such meaningless things. Perhaps saving me from Amon was the afterthought, and after seeing that I could open the 'door' to the Mirror World, He had this idea, while also being able to urge me to advance faster."

Muttering a few words to himself, Cyril took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes heavily.

After such an exciting night, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

September 1st, 10:00 AM. Cyril stood at the front gate, yawning as he watched Beth and little Thomas board the carriage.

After staying for nearly two weeks, Beth finally felt relieved, believing that her two younger brothers could take care of themselves at home, and planned to take little Thomas, who hadn't had enough fun yet, back to her own home.

Watching the carriage sent by little Thomas's father drive away, Cyril looked at Haven, who was planning to go back inside, and muttered:

"Why do I feel like Beth was a bit impatient to leave?"

Haven nodded at him noncommittally: "This is all your credit. Beth probably feels that if she stays any longer, her elite education for little Thomas will be completely ruined by you."

"Since you seem to have nothing to do, and Father and Mother haven't returned yet, why not go back and resume the education of little Thomas?"

"..." Cyril remained silent. Although he was a tiny bit happy that Beth was leaving, this really wasn't intentional on his part.

Even though Beth had been intentionally or unintentionally exerting her eldest sister's authority these days, making him want to take a detour every time he saw her, he still got along quite well with little Thomas.

Haven glanced at the silent Cyril and casually changed the subject: "You've been very sleepy during the day lately. What are you doing at night?"

Cyril shrugged and walked past him back into the living room: "Trying to find a way to make money. If you don't need me to pay you back, I can also manage to go to bed early and wake up early."

"At night... to make money?"

The expression on Haven's face froze for a moment. He seemed to be thinking of many things, which finally turned into a piece of advice delivered with a sigh:

"I was only joking before. If you owe a lot of money out there, you might as well just confess to Father. He probably won't beat you to death or kick you out of the house, and you don't need to do things like that for money."

"No matter what, you're still a student. Even though you make mistakes often, it's not like you have to go and..."

"Stop, stop, what are you thinking? I'm just staying up late to write!"

Cyril raised his hand to cut Haven off. He felt that if the other party kept talking, his reputation would be ruined.

Haven looked at him suspiciously: "Really just writing?"

Cyril nodded repeatedly: "Of course. Do you think I could sneak out at night?"

"It's not like you haven't done that before." Haven curled his lip in disdain, but quickly added when Cyril glared at him:

"However, you really haven't gone out at night recently. Beth has had the servants watching you; you would definitely be discovered if you left."

"But what are you writing? How come I didn't know you had this hobby?"

Cyril raised his hands, striking a pose as if embracing the sun:

"The greatest work of the century, a new genre of popular novel that combines fantasy, adventure, mystery, culture, and combat, destined to be the bestseller of the North and South Continents in the future."

Haven watched him with a blank expression, waiting until he finished speaking before offering his heartfelt blessing:

"I hope some newspaper office recognizes it and is willing to publish it."

Cyril nodded slightly and then headed upstairs:

"In two more days, I should be able to finish the first volume, and then I'll know the result. By the way, do you have any recommendations for a newspaper office?"

"Does Steam Daily count?" Haven asked with some hesitation.

This was a newspaper office directly affiliated with the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. They possessed the most authoritative scientific journals and columns in the world.

Most of the content they published was related to scientific research, making them the most famous and outstanding newspaper office in the technical field, though they didn't really involve themselves in the entertainment sector.

Noticing Cyril's silence, Haven whispered an explanation: "Steam Daily actually has an entertainment column, it's just that it hasn't developed very well and hasn't even spread outside of Intis yet."