Night.
Aaron changed into cheap clothes, put on a baseball cap, and went outside Green Forest Cathedral.
"The cathedral is dangerous for me!"
He casually tossed a coin into the air and caught it.
When he opened his hand, it had landed heads up, indicating yes.
"Even Green Forest Church is dangerous for me right now? Then it must be guarded by at least a Beyonder who has unlocked the Third Primordial, or even a Non-Human Existence?"
Aaron didn't hesitate for long before turning to leave.
"What a shame... my religious tax..."
He had originally planned to make a killing at the church, so he could look for items to his liking at the upcoming Orff Auction House.
But now, he needed to change his plans.
"Although divination can be interfered with or misled... knowingly walking into danger would be a little too reckless. Time is on my side."
Aaron said to himself.
Although he needed to keep raising his own Primordial to better control his spiritual status, his spirit was also continuously producing mystical units.
Or, as he had renamed them—Secret Source!
This power, which represented the source of mystery, had once created the Crimson Creator and brought about the downfall of many Fate Controllers.
As long as he accumulated enough years' worth of Power of Secret Source, Aaron would undoubtedly gain a measure of confidence in this world.
"So, there's no need to rush. If I can avoid taking risks, I should..."
Aaron adjusted his baseball cap and vanished into the darkness.
On his hand, the black-iron Ring of Shadows was glowing with a mysterious light...
Old Morgan's pawnshop.
This was Iron Fist Gang territory.
For these gangs, dividing up territory was a serious matter. More often than not, a hostile gang member stepping out of line would