Third Blasphemy Slate

The free exchange session began.

Seeing no one take the initiative to speak, Audrey chose to be the first.

"Justice," Audrey said, raising her hand.

"May I ask if any of you have the formula for Telepathist?" She had already digested quite a bit of her Potion and planned to prepare the formula in advance so she could drink it directly once her current Potion was fully digested.

Just as Alger was about to say that he had channels through which he could obtain the formula, he heard Morien's voice.

"I know the Telepathist formula," Morien said as if it were only natural.

"Really, Mr. Tower?" Audrey smiled in delight.

Just as Audrey smiled and prepared to make an offer, Morien did not stop speaking.

"Not only do I know the Telepathist formula, I also know the formulas for Psychiatrist, Hypnotist, Dreamwalker, Manipulator, Dream Weaver, Discerner, Author, and Visionary."

Then he looked at Alger.

"Of course, I also know the Ocean Songster formula, as well as the formulas for Cataclysmic Interrer, Sea King, Calamity, Thunder God, and Tyrant."

"To be precise, I have all the formulas you want."

He leaned back against his chair and snapped his fingers.

"I've seen the Blasphemy Slate."

The Blasphemy Slate!

Alger immediately sat up straight.

That was something that existed only in legends.

Audrey's reaction was just as intense, and the shock in her heart was even greater than Alger's.

Alger was more concerned with Potion formulas and the Blasphemy Slate, while the observant Audrey paid more attention to the number of formulas Morien had named.

Morien had listed nine Potions to her. Including Spectator, that made ten.

Putting together Morien's entire statement, it was not difficult for Audrey to guess that he was talking about a complete pathway.

But a complete Spectator pathway should have only nine formulas, from Sequence 9 to Sequence 1.

Then what was the extra one?

Visionary...

Audrey's pupils abruptly contracted. She felt an incomparable sense of blasphemy and almost instinctively tapped four points over her chest to draw the Crimson Moon and confess to the goddess.

Soon, Alger, whose reaction was a little slower, also instinctively sensed that something was wrong. After silently counting, he discovered the same problem.

Even though he considered himself not devout toward the Lord of Storms at all, his breathing still quickened as he felt the blasphemy.

No wonder... no wonder the "Blasphemy Slate" was called "blasphemous"...

They turned to the head of the long table and looked to Mr. Fool for confirmation.

Behind the Gray Fog, Klein was no less shocked than they were.

Dude, you never said you were this awesome!

This wasn't in the script we agreed on!

Having learned through observation that Morien was easy enough to talk to, Audrey soon asked,

"Mr. Tower, which Blasphemy Slate did you see?"

"Mm..." Morien held up three fingers. "The third one."

"The third one?" Audrey asked in confusion. "But aren't there only two Blasphemy Slates?"

Alger silently gave Audrey a thumbs-up.

Good question. I wanted to know that too, but I didn't dare ask.

"No, no, no." Morien shook a finger. "There really is a third Blasphemy Slate. It's just that too few people know that secret."

Indeed, too few.

Only he knew in the entire world.

The Third Blasphemy Slate, Cuttlefish's public account, recorded every secret of this world. It was a truly "omniscient and omnipotent" thing. Even the Sun-Moon History Book could not compare with that "Third Blasphemy Slate" in this world.

"So that's how it is." Audrey was amazed.

She had already decided that even if Mr. Tower was not a god like Mr. Fool, he was definitely some great figure of this world.

After chatting for a while longer, Audrey felt that this newly arrived Mr. Tower was quite easy to get along with. He had none of the airs one would expect from a "major figure in the mysterious world."

Unlike some minor nobles she knew, who put on such grand airs despite not holding any office at all.

At that moment, she suddenly noticed something.

Although Morien sometimes opened his mouth, he seemed never to speak voluntarily.

His voice appeared directly in their minds.

Watching Morien's mouth through the grayish-white mist, she suddenly realized that he truly had never spoken with his mouth.

"Mr. Tower," Audrey probed, "it seems that you've never been speaking with your mouth?"

Morien paused, blinked, recalled it for a moment, then grinned.

"Your powers of observation are impressive," Morien praised. "I'm not really used to talking with my mouth, so I simply communicate with you all this way."

That was right. He seemed to have been conversing through the Resonance Curse Technique all along.

Although he had learned most of this world's languages, he had used the Resonance Curse Technique from the start. He had also continued communicating through this technique in several other worlds, and by now he had completely grown accustomed to not speaking with his mouth.

At first, he had only used the technique on a specific person during conversations. Later, he simply kept it active at all times, automatically including every target within a certain range. Apart from occasionally filtering someone out when he did not want them to hear his voice, it was no different from normal speech.

Thinking about it carefully now, he had even unconsciously established a Binding Vow.

At the cost of "never opening his mouth when speaking, constantly expending extra Cursed Energy, and maintaining the technique at low power to consume Cursed Energy even when no one was nearby," he converted the technique's effect into "instinctively including anyone nearby within its range of influence."

Simply put, he had removed the technique's off switch and traded twenty-four-hour energy drain for the muscle memory of automatically casting the skill whenever he saw someone.

Aside from being unable to neutralize a domain's sure-hit effect, Morien's constant operation of his technique could practically be called a Simple Domain.

It felt like it had no impact on his life at all.

If he had to name an effect, it was that his mastery of the technique and his control over Cursed Energy were growing deeper and deeper.

Because he could convert Path Power into Cursed Energy, and Path Power, as a spiritual energy, was nearly inexhaustible.

As a result, Morien had never run out of Cursed Energy.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Morien found it easier than ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerers to land a Black Flash.

After all, apart from Morien and Satoru Gojo, the "strongest modern Jujutsu Sorcerer" who had mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique, few people could keep a non-passive technique active twenty-four hours a day for months.

Oh, and Uro Takako.

After hearing Morien's explanation, Audrey nodded thoughtfully.

Mr. Tower's ability was truly miraculous.

It was just... didn't this consume Spirituality?

Wouldn't it be dangerous if his Spirituality ran out?

Hanged Man Alger, meanwhile, accepted this rather well.

After all, he had been thoroughly shocked during their first meeting. Seeing something like this again now, he was starting to get used to it.

He secretly glanced at Mr. Fool at the head of the table.

To be able to get along so casually with Mr. Fool, and to have seen the Blasphemy Slate...

Alger had already formed a guess.

If that was the case, then no matter what kind of ability he... no, what kind of ability He displayed, it would be understandable.