Athos opened the Curse Notebook and first skimmed the earlier entries. He found them uninteresting. This was the outcome he had deliberately steered them toward.
He cared little about the Returning Cage Cult, a sect founded only a few years ago that used sleep to connect with the Illusion Overlord's lingering spiritual qi.
Its so-called sacred relic was merely a Rank B Taboo Object.
Then Athos glanced at the coordinates, and a faint smile finally appeared on his face.
They had lived in the Fourth Era. Ancient Sage Gulxi had discovered these coordinates, but certain events had left them no time to explore the location or the treasure beneath it.
What events had those been?
The sky was gray and dim, with little light to be seen. Mist shrouded the Land of Exiles, and the air was heavy with moisture.
Cold, feeble sunlight passed through gaps in the clouds, occasionally falling on the ground and lending a touch of mystery to this world on the verge of ruin.
Athos abruptly snapped out of his reverie, terror and horror flashing in his eyes.
He suddenly punched his own skull apart, sending green brain matter flying, shattering his brain and splintering his skull...
Then the shattered pieces reassembled.
The Curse Notebook warped in his grip.
What exactly had happened?
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have unconsciously forgotten.
Or rather, many of his memories had been deliberately erased.
In his remaining memories, the gods had ascended to Heavenly Abyss Star to deal with the restricted zones, while those like him, who had never become gods, remained on Planet Earth.
After an unknown length of time, the gods finally opened a passage, but only those at Sequence 4 or above could cross through it.
What had happened afterward?
Athos scratched his head