As Adam spoke, the surrounding light suddenly brightened and took on color, as if he had entered a daylight-lit room fitted with stained-glass windows.
No, not as if—he had truly been moved elsewhere.
Once his vision cleared, he found himself inside a magnificent, enormous cathedral, with towering black stone pillars rising all around.
Before him stood that familiar colossal cross, over a hundred meters tall and surrounded by densely packed bones from countless different races.
He had arrived at Adam's Corpse Cathedral again.
"Some matters are safer to discuss here."
Adam spoke leisurely. As he did, two black high-backed chairs suddenly appeared behind them.
"None of the Seven Deities want Amon to become the Lord of the Mysteries. Rather than choosing him, They would prefer the original Lord of the Mysteries to return."
"Evernight, who sealed Antigonus and exiled Bethel, has the power to overturn the table, so I must make certain compromises."
"Before the Lord of the Mysteries candidate She chose becomes an Angel, I cannot directly interfere with or assist Amon. After that, it will depend on our own abilities."
Cyril nodded in realization. Perhaps Adam had already acted, and the Evernight Goddess had stopped Him in time. In the end, the two had most likely reached a new agreement.
After a pause, he thought of another question. "Without the Lord of the Mysteries' help, reclaiming your authorities should be difficult..."
After all, those three were true gods, and on this matter, they stood absolutely united.
Adam smiled faintly. "As part of what I have gained, Evernight will provide assistance in this regard."
Cyril: (@[]@!!)
Old Storm bro, you're in danger!
After his brief surprise, Cyril quickly composed himself. At the level of the gods, interests inevitably outweighed emotions. No matter who ultimately became the Lord of the Mysteries, the two Angel investors who had worked together would certainly get what they needed, more or less.
As his thoughts wandered, Cyril's expression suddenly stiffened, and cold sweat faintly formed on his back... Why was Adam telling me so much? Although I can guarantee that I won't reveal this information, He doesn't necessarily have to tell me any of it.
The instant that thought flashed through his mind, Adam, seated directly opposite him, gave an 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 for you. Satisfying your curiosity can be considered part of the reward."
Cyril immediately asked, "What mission?"
Adam said, "Investigate the secrets the Primordial Demoness has hidden in the Mirror World."
"You can open a Door to the Mirror World, and your status is high enough that some of the dangers and corruption within it will not affect you."
Cyril remained silent. Adam had clearly seen him when he had tried opening a Door to the Mirror World out of curiosity before—or perhaps He had been watching him all along.
Sensing his thoughts, Adam said leisurely, "You are very special. Some attention is necessary. It is not constant; even a Spectator capable of splitting off virtual personas does not have that much energy."
Cyril nodded lightly and did not dwell on the matter. He was weak, after all. The weak had no right to speak.
After a brief pause, he nodded and accepted the mission. "I will try to explore the Mirror World, but it will be difficult to achieve anything in the short term. My strength is the greatest limitation."
Adam smiled and nodded gently. "If you encounter danger, you may call my name. Even if it is only in your heart, I will hear it."
"Also, during this mission, the Twilight Hermit Order will provide a certain degree of assistance for your advancement."
"Make good use of the wallet Amon gave you. At certain times, you may be able to take some special things from it."
Cyril opened his mouth, wanting to ask something else, but Adam gave him no further chance to speak. The Corpse Cathedral before his eyes rapidly faded, and in the blink of an eye, he had returned to his room.
Instinctively glancing at the full-length mirror against the wall, he shook his head slightly.
"At the very least, I'll have to advance to Sequence 7, Astrologer, before I can explore it. Otherwise, I'll definitely get lost."
"But was this mission merely something He assigned after saving me, or does He truly want me to uncover something in the Mirror World?"
"Hmm... He probably has no need to do something so meaningless. Perhaps saving me from Amon was merely incidental. After seeing that I could open a Door to the Mirror World, He had the idea. It would also conveniently push me to advance faster."
After muttering a few words to himself, Cyril took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and heavily closed his eyes.
After such an eventful night, he was exhausted in both body and mind.
At ten in the morning on September 1st, Cyril stood at the front gate yawning as he watched Beth and Little Thomas board the carriage.
After staying for nearly two weeks, Beth had finally set her mind at ease. She believed her two younger brothers could take care of themselves at home, so she planned to take Little Thomas, who had not had enough fun yet, back to her own home.
After watching the carriage sent by Little Thomas's father disappear into the distance, Cyril looked at Harvin, who was about to head back inside, and muttered, "Why do I feel like Beth was a little too eager to leave?"
Harvin nodded noncommittally. "That is all thanks to you. Beth probably felt that if she stayed any longer, you would completely ruin Little Thomas's elite education."
"Since you seem to be fine, and Father and Mother still have not returned, why not hurry back and resume Little Thomas's education?"
"..." Cyril remained silent. Although he was a tiny bit happy that Beth had left, he really had not done it on purpose.
Although Beth had deliberately or unintentionally displayed her authority as the eldest sister these past few days, making him want to take a detour whenever he saw her, he had still gotten along very happily with Little Thomas.
Harvin glanced at the silent Cyril and casually changed the subject. "You have been sleepy a lot during the day lately. What are you doing at night?"
Cyril shrugged, walked past him, and returned to the living room. "Trying to make money. If you do not need me to pay you back, I can go to bed early and get up early too."
"Making money... at night?"
Harvin's expression froze for a moment. He seemed to think of many things, which eventually turned into a sighing piece of advice.
"I was only joking before. If you owe a lot of money outside, you can always confess to Father. He probably will not beat you to death or throw you out of the house. You do not need to do that sort of thing for money."
"You are still a student, after all. Though you make more mistakes than usual, it is not to the point where you need to..."
"Stop, stop. What are you thinking? I was just staying up late to write."
Cyril raised a hand and cut Harvin off. He felt that if Harvin continued, his reputation would be beyond saving.
Harvin looked at him suspiciously. "You were really just writing?"
Cyril nodded repeatedly. "Of course. It is not like I could sneak out at night, right?"
"It is not like you have never done that before." Harvin curled his lip disdainfully, then hurriedly added when Cyril glared at him.
"But you really do seem not to have gone out at night recently. Beth had the servants keep an eye on you. You would definitely be discovered if you left."
"But what are you writing? I did not know you had this hobby."
Cyril raised his hands and struck a pose as though embracing the sun.
"The greatest work of this century—a new kind of popular novel that will become the best-selling work across the Northern and Southern Continents in the future, combining Fantasy, adventure, mystery-solving, culture, and combat."
Harvin stared at him expressionlessly and waited until he had finished before offering his heartfelt blessing.
"I hope a newspaper recognizes it and is willing to publish it."
Cyril nodded lightly, then headed upstairs.
"In another two days, I should be able to finish the first volume. Then I'll know the outcome. By the way, do you have any newspaper recommendations?"
"Does the Steam Daily count?" Harvin asked somewhat hesitantly.
It was a newspaper directly affiliated with the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. They had the most authoritative scientific journals and columns in the world.
Most of what they published was related to scientific research. They were the most famous and outstanding newspaper in the technical field, but they were not very involved in entertainment.
Noticing Cyril's silence, Harvin explained quietly, "The Steam Daily actually has an entertainment column too, but it has not developed very well and has not even spread beyond Intis."
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