Angel Experience Card

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He was certain Adam had been watching from the very beginning. Perhaps Adam had even helped fuel this sudden attack.

Cyril wanted to curse in his heart, but he held back. To a Spectator, that was no different from cursing someone to their face. It was impolite, and besides, he needed something from him now.

As he reined in his thoughts, a Brilliant Spark burning quietly suddenly appeared before him.

This was the Beyonder Characteristic of a Sequence 2 Planeswalker of the Door Pathway!

With just one glance, Cyril recognized it, because the potion within him had already begun to resonate.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and grasped the Brilliant Spark.

At the same time, Adam's voice echoed beside his ear:

"This is a product of Imagination. In your current state, you can probably use it for one minute. That time may be extended or shortened depending on the intensity of your use."

"Do not let Bethel locate you. If he sees you, it means the one on the moon sees you as well. That would bring unnecessary trouble to you and this world."

Cyril nodded gently. "I understand."

The next second, the Brilliant Spark in his hand suddenly began to tremble violently. Some of the power and characteristics belonging to the Planeswalker spilled out, stirring the potion within him as well. The two resonated, and the power escaping from the Brilliant Spark began to gather within his body.

Under those circumstances, he found that he had directly mastered part of a Planeswalker's power, though it was neither comprehensive nor specific enough.

He could Teleport freely within the Spirit World's coverage. He could turn himself into symbolic signs, and he could even make preliminary use of the power of dimensions.

After briefly sensing the changes within himself, Cyril reached out and gave the air before him a light tug, creating a vast curtain of shadows from nothing and covering himself, along with all the surrounding dimensions.

An Angel-level Black Curtain trick!

Since he could not evade the High-Dimensional Overseer's gaze, he would block it.

Within the Black Curtain that obscured his senses, Cyril quietly watched the mass of color in his hand. His consciousness slowly sank, seeing and entering the Painting World within it.

He saw his own body, and he saw Zoila, separated by an earthen wall and raging helplessly.

He saw Zoila's mottled colors, as though she were a crude child's doodle. This was not the real her, but a painting prepared in advance.

So I was being chased by a painting inside a painting?

With a somewhat speechless sigh, Cyril raised his right hand and rubbed his fingers together.

Whoosh!

Zoila's body was instantly ignited. After struggling for two seconds amid crimson flames, she turned to ash and scattered through the air.

An Angel-level Ignition trick!

Angel-level tricks already possessed considerable lethality, but only against those of low and middle Sequences. Against Angels and Demigods, these flashy abilities were still merely tricks.

As the painted Zoila burned into ashes, the rust-red spotted longsword and revolver in her hands fell to the ground. They were real items.

Cyril raised a hand toward them, and the two weapons floated up on their own before vanishing amid flickering starlight.

He then turned his gaze toward his own body. Under his gaze, the figure standing there blankly suddenly twisted, becoming stained with brilliant starlight and extraordinarily illusory. Then it turned into shattered starlight and flickering symbolic signs, leaving the Painting World without obstruction and returning to reality.

After doing all this, he looked over the Painting World, then gently clenched his hand.

Crash!

The sound of shattering void rang out as pitch-black cracks spread like a web.

In less than a breath, this Painting World was completely destroyed. Only specks of pale, translucent phosphorescence remained, and under Cyril's guidance, they entered his body.

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

In reality, beneath Saint Hillan Cathedral, Cyril followed the prayer echoing by his ear and cast his gaze over.

He saw House's terrified expression, heard his remorseful words, and learned of his earlier bold yet brainless plan.

Were all believers of those hidden existences such brainless fools? No wonder they had been suppressed so badly by the Orthodox Churches.

Though somewhat speechless, he decided to forgive the man in consideration of his pure faith and the fact that he had never been watched by the High-Dimensional Overseer.

After all, he was a fanatic who had infiltrated an Orthodox Church, a perfect double agent.

Unfortunately, a Planeswalker had no abilities related to Fate, and I have not consumed the Astrologer potion. Otherwise, I could find out whether there were additional factors inducing his earlier insane thoughts.

After a pause, he followed the connection established by the prayer and allowed his spirit to touch the other man, giving this freely acquired believer a small response.

"Do not do it again."

"Do not do it again..."

Hearing the majestic voice echoing beside his ear, House's praying movements paused. He then raised his eyes with fanatical fervor, only to hurriedly lower his head again like a child who had made a mistake. His voice was neither loud nor soft, but his promise was exceedingly devout.

As he spoke, a hazy starlight suddenly flashed through his azure eyes, and his thoughts seemed to separate from his body.

Then he saw the cosmic starry sky. He saw a light whose magnificence defied description, a silver door that seemed to contain everything, yet also seemed like a key leading to truth.

The magnificent scene flashed past his eyes. Then he discovered that his mind had gained some knowledge called the Acting Method.

He immediately lowered his head even further, his voice filled with barely restrained fanaticism and excitement:

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

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

After leaving House with information about the Acting Method, Cyril withdrew his gaze.

After all, this was a church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Though the peculiarities of the dimensional domain prevented the other party from discovering him instantly, things could still go wrong if he stayed too long.

In the office of a history professor at Backlund University, Cyril stared silently at the bloodstained skeleton behind the desk, dressed in a formal suit and wearing a bowler hat.

Old Fells was dead. He had died before today. Even his flesh had been turned into the pigments for that painting.

What Cyril had seen before was merely a disguise created by flesh magic. As Zoila in the Painting World was killed by him and the Painting World was destroyed, the flesh magic on Old Fells also lost its effect.

After a pause, he bent at the waist and bowed to him.

"I'm sorry... I will avenge you. I swear it!"

Old Fells had been targeted, killed, and used by Zoila because he knew Cyril.

And now, Cyril could not even find the murderer. Zoila had clearly been at Backlund University earlier, even in this very building. Distance was a necessary condition for triggering those arrangements.

Turning back to glance at his body, he could feel the Trickmaster potion being digested significantly. Although he had not performed much, both the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam were exceptionally high-quality Spectators.

"Very soon. Once I become an Astrologer, every one of those bastards hiding in the dark will be brought to account."

He muttered softly, then raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

Boom!

Silver-white lightning, accompanied by a Loud Noise, spread throughout Backlund University. Fine electric serpents darted across the surrounding walls, ensuring that those nearby would immediately notice the anomaly here.

He then released the Brilliant Spark in his hand. The quietly burning spark vanished without a trace in an instant.

Without the Brilliant Spark's power supporting him, Cyril's Spirit Body immediately became transparent and illusory. At the same time, he felt a wave of weakness that made him unwilling to move even a finger, along with mental relaxation.

The power of an Angel was still a burden to him at his current level.

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

Muttering softly, he controlled his Spirit Body and drifted toward the body standing blankly nearby. His body and spirit merged once more, and then he collapsed weakly to the floor.

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

The newcomer was an elderly man wearing a white priest's robe and a clerical cap.

Horamick Haydn, the person in charge of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, Archbishop of Saint Hillan Cathedral, and honorary professor of physics at Backlund University.