Green Forest City.
After driving away Lord of Corpse Collection's incarnation, Aaron casually killed Flander and the Blood Cup Archbishop.
It had to be said, the sight of those two cult leaders having their faith collapse and directly losing control in the end was quite revolting.
At times, Aaron did have a rather twisted sense of humor.
"Destroying monsters that have lost control... I suppose I've helped the Investigation Bureau clean up their mess."
Aaron stood upon a stone balcony, gazing at the bright moon in the sky as he let out a faint sigh. "Secret Source... what exactly are you?"
It wasn't as though he had never harbored doubts about this cheat of his as a transmigrator.
Judging from the contamination and madness leaking from it, perhaps it was no good thing either.
But even so, he was secretly grateful for it.
The reason was simple!
Without this cheat, he could only have died of old age in ancient times, much less come into contact with the extraordinary!
"Only one step remains before [Longevity]."
Aaron muttered, lying back in the vinewood rocking chair on the balcony and sinking into a dream.
Wisps of cobalt-blue mist spread through the air, and a figure walked out from within.
He wore the most fashionable men's trench coat in Invis, along with a top hat. His features were twisted, as though the Creator had carelessly kneaded them into shape. One of his eyes was pure gray, the other pure white.
The Age Controller of Leap—Motula!
Unlike his previous elderly appearance, Motula had reverted from an old man to a middle-aged man, his bearing far more youthful and vigorous.
"Congratulations, Motula!"
Aaron revealed a faint smile. "Our Lord is a generous and benevolent Great One... I trust you have already witnessed it."
"Yes."