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Damn it...

He was certain that Adam had been watching from the very beginning, and perhaps this sudden ambush even had his hand in it.

Cyril desperately wanted to curse out loud, but he held back. To a "Spectator," that was no different from swearing to their face; it was impolite, and he currently needed a favor.

As he collected his thoughts, a brilliantly burning spark suddenly appeared before him.

This was the Beyonder characteristic of a Sequence 2 "Planeswalker" of the "Door" pathway!

Cyril recognized it at a single glance, for the potion within his own body had already begun to resonate.

Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and grasped the brilliant spark.

At the same time, Adam's voice echoed in his ears:

"This is a product of Imagining. Given your current state, you can likely use it for one minute. Depending on the intensity of your usage, this duration may be extended or shortened."

"Do not be located by Bethel. If He sees, it is equivalent to the one on the Moon seeing. That will bring unnecessary trouble to you and this world."

Cyril nodded gently. "I understand."

In the next second, the brilliant spark in his hand began to shake violently. Part of the power and characteristics belonging to the "Planeswalker" leaked out, causing his own potion to stir in agitation. The two sides formed a resonance, and the leaking power of the brilliant spark began to converge into his body.

Under these circumstances, he found that he had directly grasped a portion of the "Planeswalker's" power, though it was neither comprehensive nor specific.

He could teleport freely within the Spirit World's coverage, transform himself into symbolic signs, and even utilize the power of dimensions to a preliminary degree.

After briefly sensing his own changes, Cyril reached out and tugged gently at the air in front of him, creating a vast curtain of shadow out of thin air, covering himself and all surrounding dimensions.

An angel-level "Black Curtain" trick!

Since he could not avoid the gaze of the "High-Dimensional Overseer," he would simply cover it.

Within the black curtain that obscured his features, Cyril watched the cluster of colors in his hand silently. His consciousness sank slowly, seeing and entering the world within the painting.

He saw his own body and saw Zoila, who was isolated by earthen walls and throwing a tantrum of impotent rage.

He saw Zoila's body covered in mottled colors, like a poor-quality child's doodle. This was not the real her, but a painting prepared in advance.

So I'm being hunted by a painting while inside a painting?

With a silent, speechless sigh, Cyril lifted his right hand and rubbed his fingers.

Whoosh!

Zoila's body was ignited instantly, struggling for two seconds in the crimson flames before turning into ash and scattering in the air.

An angel-level "Ignite" trick!

Angel-level tricks already possessed formidable lethality, but it was limited to targeting mid-to-low sequences. For angels and demigods, these flashy abilities remained at the level of tricks.

As the painted "Zoila" burned to ashes, the long blade stained with rusty red spots and the revolver she held dropped to the ground. These were real, existing items.

Cyril raised his hand forward, and the two weapons floated up on their own, disappearing into a flicker of starlight.

Afterward, he looked toward his own body. Under his gaze, the figure that had been standing blankly suddenly twisted, stained with brilliant starlight and becoming extremely illusory. It then transformed into shattered starlight and flickering symbolic signs, exiting the world within the painting without obstruction and returning to reality.

Having finished this, he raised his eyes to scan the world within the painting, then reached out and clenched his hand gently.

Crash!

The sound of the void shattering rang out, and pitch-black cracks spread like a spiderweb.

In just a breath's time, this world within the painting was completely destroyed. Only specks of pale, transparent fluorescent light remained, which, under Cyril's guidance, poured into his body.

In the next second, the "Black Curtain" shrouding the surroundings vanished. He exchanged a glance with the shadow overlooking all things from the infinite heights, then his spirit body turned into shattered starlight and flickering symbolic signs, disappearing from this dimension.

In reality, deep beneath Saint Hillan Cathedral, Cyril cast his gaze over, following the prayers echoing in his ears.

He saw the terrified House and heard his words of repentance, learning of his previous bold and brainless plan.

Are the believers of those hidden existences all such mindless trash? No wonder they are suppressed so miserably by the orthodox churches.

Although he was speechless, considering the other party's pure faith and the fact that he hadn't been watched by the "High-Dimensional Overseer," he decided to forgive him.

At the very least, he was a fanatic who had infiltrated the internal ranks of an orthodox church—a perfect double agent.

It's a pity that a "Planeswalker" has no powers related to fate, and I haven't consumed the "Astrologer" potion, otherwise I could know if there were additional inducing factors for his previous mindless thoughts.

He paused, letting his spirit reach out to the other party through the connection established by the prayer, giving this accidental follower a response.

"Do not err again."

"Do not err again..."

Hearing the magnificent voice echoing in his ears, House's prayer paused. Then, he looked up with a fanatical expression, only to hurriedly lower his head like a child who had made a mistake. He made his promise in a voice that was neither loud nor soft, but extremely pious.

As he spoke, a mist of starlight suddenly flashed across his azure eyes, and his thoughts seemed to detach from his body.

Then, he saw the starry universe and saw light whose magnificence was difficult to describe. It was like a silver door that encompassed everything, and also like a key leading to the truth.

The magnificent scene in his eyes flashed by. Afterward, he discovered that his mind held some new knowledge called the Acting Method.

He immediately buried his head even lower, his voice filled with irrepressible fanaticism and excitement:

"Thank you for your gift, great, supreme, and ultimate God!"

"You are the Sublime from the Unknown, the Door Above the Dimensions, the Incarnation of Art and Fantasy..."

After leaving a piece of information about the Acting Method for House, Cyril withdrew his gaze.

After all, this was the cathedral of the "God of Steam and Machinery." Although he had used the special nature of the dimension domain to prevent the other party from discovering him instantly, staying too long could still lead to a mishap.

In the office of a history professor at Backlund University, Cyril fell silent as he looked at the blood-stained skeleton wearing a formal suit and a top hat behind the desk.

Old Fells was dead. He had died before today; even his flesh and blood had been used as pigments for that painting.

What he had seen before was merely a disguise created by flesh-and-blood magic. With the "Zoila" in the world within the painting killed by him and the world destroyed, the flesh-and-blood magic on Old Fells had also lost its effect.

He paused and bowed to the other party.

"I am sorry... I will avenge you, I promise!"

Old Fells had been targeted, killed, and utilized by Zoila only because he knew him.

And he, right now, couldn't even find the killer. Clearly, Zoila had been at Backlund University earlier, even in this very building; distance was a necessary condition for triggering these arrangements.

Turning back to look at his own body, he could feel the "Trickmaster" potion digesting significantly. Although he hadn't performed much, the "High-Dimensional Overseer" and Adam were both high-quality spectators.

"Soon. Once I become an 'Astrologer,' these guys hiding in the dark—every single one of them—will be held to account."

He whispered to himself and snapped his fingers.

Boom!

Silver-white electricity accompanied by a loud noise spread throughout Backlund University. Fine snakes of lightning darted across the surrounding walls, ensuring that people nearby would notice the anomaly here immediately.

He then released his grip on the brilliant spark, and the quietly burning fire vanished in an instant.

Losing the support of the brilliant spark's power, Cyril's spirit body instantly became transparent and illusory. At the same time, he felt a wave of weakness that made him unwilling to even move a finger, along with a sense of mental relaxation.

Angel-level power was still a burden for him at this stage.

"I wonder if this counts as acting in advance?"

He muttered softly, controlling his spirit body to float lightly toward his body that was standing blankly to the side. He merged his spirit and body back together and then collapsed powerlessly to the floor.

Less than half a minute after the thunder and lightning passed, a figure with pale blue flames spraying from its back descended from the sky.

The visitor was an old man wearing white priest robes and a soft clerical hat.

He was the person in charge of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery," the Archbishop of Saint Hillan Cathedral, and also an honorary professor in the Department of Physics at Backlund University: Horamick Haydn.