His Child

"Strange—" Neph muttered, giving up. She was actually more troubled by something else than why Amon didn't steal anything.

According to Amon, her location was revealed by Adam.

"You weren't watching me the whole time, were you—" she muttered to herself, "I really wanted to say this while I was reading—I know you might not care, but as the one being watched, there's something I'm very concerned about—"

She paused, looked around, and asked in a tentative tone, "Would you mind if I looked away temporarily while I was showering or using the toilet?"

The Blond Priest, of course, wouldn't answer such a pointless question. Neph waited for a while before giving up. After going through a series of disinfection procedures, the Worm of Time was finally delivered to Klein.

The subsequent preparatory work was irrelevant to Neph, so she simply strolled around following the travel guide.

In the Southern Continent, where spices are favored, most of the dishes with strong local characteristics are hard for Neph to like. At most, she might not dislike them and would be willing to try them occasionally for something new.

This was the conclusion Neph came to after trying five restaurants. She didn't have the chance to try a sixth restaurant because she had finally witnessed the prelude to the show.

Mr. Azik, with his bronze skin, appeared like a figure in an oil painting. It took Neph a moment to recognize him, and she asked hesitantly, "Who are you—?"

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Azik Eggers' gaze fell on her left hand. Neph looked down and saw a Black Square Ring on her left hand— the Ring of Death God!

After seeing Palenque Tasibu while wearing the Ring, she never put Ring back!

He was because of this Ring — Neph's heart stirred slightly, and she looked up at Mr. Azik. The weathered-looking man spoke in a gentle voice, "I sensed a familiar presence, so I came to come and see, only to find it was you when I got closer."

"That Ring— "

"The Ring of Death God," Neph raised her hand, making no attempt to hide it, "Is also the key to unlock Death God's Mausoleum."

Azik stared silently at the Ring without saying a word, but Neph was no longer paying attention to him. She looked around warily.

She had already realized that, carrying the Death God's Ring, she had, at this moment, replaced Anderson as the bait.

Not to mention, she also carries a Sefirah that is suspected to be adjacent to the Fourth Pillar!

Damn it. All-specific aggregation—damn it, sub-type—never mind, let's not kill this one yet—

With a last shred of reverence, Neph set aside her Curse against Adam and simply said, "Sir, I—"

Her words abruptly ceased as a figure slowly magnified in her vision. Neph saw his dark golden hair and black clerical robes, his sculpted features, and the broken quill in his hand. A string in her heart tightened suddenly, then snapped. Almost numbly, she lowered her head and uttered a Honorific Name: "Fool does not belong to this age—"

A bump rolled across her senses, Neph knew what it was—nothing more than the suddenly appearing Adam or something similar. Without even glancing at it, she continued reading, "The Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog— "

The priest who suddenly appeared was dressed in an unusually simple white robe, with a golden beard that covered the lower half of his face, and clear, innocent eyes that reflected the figures of Neph and Azik Eggers.

"The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune," Neph recited the last part of his Honorific Name.

Azik Eggers seemed oblivious, his expression clearly showing confusion. He then turned and left as if he hadn't noticed anything, seemingly Forgetting Neph's existence as well. Ince Will paid no attention to this scene. He stopped, his deep blue, almost black eyes fixed on the voice of the person in the simple white robe.

"Adam!" Neph heard his voice, tinged with barely suppressed anger.

She knew it must have been Medici who shouted it. Medici's slightly angry expression made Neph realize that he truly knew nothing about Adam's origins.

Perhaps there wasn't even any doubt—a truly devout person wouldn't doubt the Lord—but then again, it seems they didn't even know that the Lord and Adam wouldn't mind cooperating on certain matters—of course, "0-08" certainly doesn't fall into that category—hmm, I'm more curious about what commands He received—

One idea after another popped into her mind and then all disappeared. Neph saw that, suddenly, black stone pillars rose up all around her, supporting a magnificent and huge church.

Inside this church, every pillar, every arch, and every dome is inlaid with bones of different races. They are densely packed, staring at Ince Will with different eye sockets, surrounding a Cross that is hundreds of meters long.

Before the Cross, a blurry figure stood there, seemingly watching everything with pity.

This is a Corpse Cathedral, but instead of being eerie, it is filled with a sense of Corpse Cathedral!

On the walls, windows, and doors of the church, countless transparent Distortion faces emerged, as if countless souls were sealed inside, making it impossible for Beyonder to sense the existence of the Spirit World and the Astral World!

All the passersby had vanished, left outside this suddenly appearing Corpse Cathedral.

Neph didn't dare to move at all. She knew better than anyone what was going on. The Corpse Cathedral was actually the prototype of Adam's Kingdom. When He became the True God, this place would become His Kingdom. Adam would know what she did here!

Of course, she wouldn't dare to act rashly under normal circumstances, which has little to do with the Divine Realm.

Ince Will didn't give them time to exchange words; his quill had already flown during that brief encounter, the words landing on Ince Will's black robe. "A twist of Fate has brought everything together here, and has also drawn the gaze of Ouroboros. Based on certain unknown factors, it is logical for Ouroboros to arrive here at this point in time!"

As soon as the quill pen typed the exclamation mark, beams of light shone in through the stained-glass windows high up in the Corpse Cathedral, transforming into ethereal, layered, pure wings.

Beneath the wings, a figure with long silver hair was outlined in a kneeling, praying posture before straightening up.

He was dressed in a simple linen robe, with a beautiful face, gentle features, and unfocused eyes. Neph paused for a moment, realizing that this King of Angel probably didn't even know why he was there.

This is truly Fate ----

Neph sighed softly, a subtle movement that brought a flicker of light to Ouroboros's bewildered eyes.

Focusing, I raised my eyes, and in my field of vision was reflected the compassionate Blond Priest, and also Neph, who seemed like an intruder.

He did nothing, his gaze fixed on Neph, his voice brief and gentle. "Come here."

Neph hesitated slightly, unaware that she had become the center of attention. She glanced at Adam instinctively. Before the Blond Priest could react, Ouroboros's second, slightly stronger command rang out, "Come here."

Before Neph could make any other move, she heard a "crash." She looked up and saw that Ince Will had transformed into a streak of white fire, smashed through the Stained-Glass Window, and escaped.

Wait a minute, is this thing really that easy to run away from?

Neph turned to look at Adam again. Adam smiled warmly and spoke as if chanting, "He will appear in the Resurrection Square outside. Because of the change in weather, the people in the Resurrection Square have already dispersed, so no one has noticed this scene."

"Klein Moretti and his three companions, Leonard Mitchell, Daly Simone, and Azik Eggers, are already waiting there; they will kill Ince Will and bring this story to a close."

"And Medici will leave with Klein Moretti's Marionette, Ludwell, awaiting the beginning of the next story—"

"I'm glad to hear the ending," Neph replied, "But I don't really like being spoiled."

After saying this, she walked towards Ouroboros without hesitation.

The silver-haired Angel spread their wings, and in an instant they appeared outside the church. Ouroboros lowered his eyes, seemingly pondering something, and asked, "You need to see all of this?"

"Perhaps?" Neph asked tentatively.

Ouroboros nodded slightly and closed his eyes.

He didn't want to be Spectator.

Neph didn't quite understand the purpose of the gesture, but the main performance had already begun, and her attention was quickly drawn to it.

Klein employed a different strategy than in the original story. He first used the "Luck Thief" Charm to have Ludwell take Medici away. Medici seemed happy to see this, and didn't even resist. After changing seven bodies, he ran away with the new bodies on the spot, leaving Ince Will behind with a look of betrayal.

This made Neph even more curious about what Medici was there for. She figured the problem must lie with "0-08," but with her limited understanding, she couldn't really see much. By the end of the play, she had only figured out one thing—her initial guess was correct: Medici had indeed tricked Ince Will into believing in the "True Creator."

However, it is clear that the "True Creator" never accepted this believer, leaving him essentially as a cushion.

Klein didn't give Ince Will a chance to leave a last message. He seemed uninterested in his enemy's painful past, and Neph wasn't particularly interested either. But as Ince Will fell, she still copied a memory.

--After all, there's Potion recipe inside.

She didn't immediately process her memories, but continued reading. Klein dropped a "The Star" card on the corpse, Adam appeared at that moment, bending down to pick up the dim quill pen.

He vanished with a chant, his figure disappearing completely from their sight. Neph pressed her hand to her chest; the Potion's barrier was stirring, but the real drama was not yet over.

besides----

Her gaze fell on Klein, paused for a moment, and then turned to Daly Simone.

Neph suddenly realized that she had a chance to change the ending of the story.

A reboot can rewrite most tragedies. If she asks for help, Ouroboros will most likely not refuse, and she will have a chance to pull this woman who is on the verge of losing control back!

Neph moved her lips slightly, but did nothing.

She watched quietly as Klein stepped forward, transformed into Dunn Smith, led Daly in a final dance, and then drank the Potion.

The spiritual imprint shattered completely at that moment. Neph closed her eyes and experienced the sensation of the Potion being digested.

There are many reasons why she didn't save Daly. To put it hypocritically, it might be that Neph thought Daly might not want to live, but that's not the real reason.

Unlike Klein, Neph didn't have much contact with Daly in reality. Daly didn't complete the transformation from a "role" to a "person" in her eyes, and Neph had a hidden arrogance towards the "role".

In her view, the story of Daly and Dunn was not "complete" enough when Daly was still alive.

Neph sighed softly, opened her eyes, and having digested the "Eternal Winter Priest" Potion, she had gained a new understanding of the image of "Eternal Winter".

--It seemed to be a God who felt sorrow for the tragedy, yet still watched it unfold.

"What a gentle yet cruel existence—it's actually quite fitting for winter—" she murmured.

Ouroboros opened his eyes and glanced at her silently.

Neph froze under that Offline, realizing she might have overlooked something. She looked up at the King of Angel, the silver-haired Angel staring at her, his voice flowing like water. "What do you want to ask?"

What do I want to ask?

Neph was also a little confused. The question seemed abrupt and left her speechless for a moment. She blinked and looked at Ouroboros with clear eyes. Ouroboros looked back at her. After a half-minute stare, Neph realized that if she didn't react, the King of Angel could stand there until Fate or the Lord called Him again.

So what should I ask?

Neph hesitated for a few seconds before carefully speaking, "My Sequence 3 advancement Ritual is the same as before."

"I need to depict my memories on Pure White Scroll"—I'm not sure what kind of depiction it refers to. If it's for a collection, I probably would have done it already; if it requires me to lose all my memories, I don't think I'd dare to do it.

"Uh, anyway, what should I do?"

Her expression was somewhat incoherent, but the gist was still clear. Ouroboros's gaze fell on her, yet seemed to pass through her, peering into some distant river.

Neph stood there somewhat uneasy. She was far more sensitive than the last time she had been stared at like this, and thus felt a sense of being stripped naked. Even though she knew that the other person was not maliciously spying on her Fate, she still couldn't help but want to twist her body.

But that was too indecent, so Neph had no choice but to endure it, waiting for Ouroboros to stop.

Let's turn our attention back to the present.

Finally, He spoke, His voice seeming to drift back from a great distance. "Cast aside external things, abandon memories, shed your flesh and blood."

You will become His child.