It Begins

Naimus had observed for so long that he had naturally made quite a few discoveries.

Clement's forbidden knowledge closely aligned with the calamities upon the earth. Many aspects of it were imitations and inheritances of those calamities.

During the brief lull just now, Naimus had also conducted a preliminary study of Balthazar's Sin Soul.

He had not discovered anything from it, but he had found another unusual aspect—misfortune.

The Holy Son had inherited the Dartmenly Family's sacred relic—the Holy Path.

And now, that Holy Path rested safely behind the Holy Son's courtyard within The Church, along a hidden trail.

There was nothing special about the path itself, but as long as Naimus stepped onto it or stirred it with the Dartmenly Family bloodline, he could swiftly trigger changes in the trail.

As long as he followed the downhill path, he would receive unprecedented assistance.

This form of assistance was very similar to a Legendary Breed's "Legendary Journey," as though heaven and earth alike lent him their strength when the time was right.

Everything proceeded with extraordinary ease.

Of course, for some unknown reason, uphill stretches would also appear along this path.

On those uphill stretches, every action encountered resistance, and at crucial moments, that resistance would often interfere with him, causing him to fall short at the most critical juncture.

After comprehending the power of fortune and Historical Rank, Naimus could more or less confirm that this resistance was a mild fate curse—misfortune.

Not long ago, when Holy Son Naimus had faced the Flesh Monster, its forbidden power had stirred the Dartmenly bloodline within him, causing that misfortune to surface slightly.

But the Holy Son had quickly suppressed it.

Naimus had long since discovered that forbidden knowledge and misfortune shared a deep connection.

And he found that Sin Souls possessed