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"You're right, Ms. Klose."

Gilan fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

He understood that this was unavoidable. From the moment he had transmigrated here, he had been destined to become enemies with the Three Art Hour-Gods.

Simply because of his identity as a transmigrator.

If Gilan had been willing to live as an ordinary person, there was a good chance he could have avoided all this.

But how could he ever be willing to be an ordinary person?!

"It would be more accurate to say... perhaps the Director had already seen through all of this. That was why He made preparations in advance and told me the truth beforehand, so I wouldn't follow in His footsteps."

"Yes, Mr. Gilan."

Klose let out a sigh.

The room fell silent.

Gilan suddenly thought of something else and asked:

"However, I have a question. Since the Director has already fallen, why can you, as February Apostles, still wield His Law?"

"Actually, we aren't sure either."

Klose did not conceal anything and answered frankly.

"Hela, David, and I once speculated that perhaps because the Director's Law is the Record Law, it remains effective even after His own fall."

"We also asked Mr. A. Although He is likewise a February Apostle, He is another personality of the Director and knows many secrets... Yet Mr. A said nothing. He only said that Mr. Gilan would understand why."

"Only I would understand why?"

Gilan froze.

Then realization struck him.

A secret that only he, another transmigrator who possessed special powers, could understand—

"Pilan"!

This was a power possessed by the Director. It was extremely similar to "Iridescence," yet it was a kind of cheat ability with the opposite function.

Gilan's "Iridescence" corrupted mysteries and matter, turning them into nourishment for himself, whereas Clark's "Pilan" imprinted