The Door

As Feynapotter and the Church of the Earth Mother deepened their influence in the war, Neph heard from Klein that Bishop Utravsky had been placed under protective custody.

Conversely, the Church of Steam and Machinery's position in Intis was still relatively good. Although the Church of Steam and Machinery had in fact moved away from most of its main forces, in the minds of the people of Intis and the Church of the Sun, the Church of Steam and Machinery had established its papacy in Intis, and therefore was still considered a part of Intis.

Klein's progress in creating supernatural legends was not going smoothly. He finally realized that it was unrealistic to rely on his own strength alone, so he set his sights on Fors, a bestselling Author.

When he brought it up, Neph asked, "After you commissioned Fors, did you set a deadline?"

Klein shook his head in confusion, Neph told him, "Then you're doomed."

You may never see that book again.

"----Why?" Klein hesitated.

"You know," Neph shook her head, "There are some people in this world who only get inspiration when DDI is almost upon them."

She paused for a few seconds, then couldn't help but laugh, "Speaking of which, I've always thought ddl—no, I should say deadline—is a wonderful word."

"Why?" Klein asked curiously.

"Normally, we should call it a deadline," Neph shrugged, "But a 'deadline' can also accurately summarize its meaning."

"----Indeed precise," Klein said, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, I think I understand why I set the deadline—but I have a question."

"What?" Neph asked him.

"How long do you think would be appropriate?" Klein asked earnestly. "I've never written a novel before and lack experience in that area."

"Be bolder," Neph said, her courage growing. "One person, one night, one pen, one miracle."

"----?" Klein glanced at her and put her down at "Sefirah Castle".

Despite receiving Neph's warning, Klein was much more lenient than Neph, giving Fors a week-long deadline instead of the one day Neph had suggested.

With Klein's kind help, Trissy finally learned that George III's long-cherished secret was to become a god. Without needing any persuasion, Trissy decided to join the effort to sabotage George III's plan. Regarding Klein's doubts, Neph commented. "The ' Demoness's' love—tsk, I can only say that Cheek must be a love-struck fool, but I still don't understand who he truly loves—it can't just be the Red Priest's ' Uniqueness,' can it?"

Klein didn't know the answer to that question either. He only told Neph something else, "Trissy plans to ask Mr. Door how to enter the Tudor Mausoleum, but I'm a little worried—you know, He's contaminated by the ' Primordial Moon '."

"Hmm----" Neph stroked her chin, "If it's just asking questions, there shouldn't be too much to worry about, but you should mention it to my sister, just in case."

"That's what I thought too," Klein nodded, "But I originally thought you would be keeping an eye on things."

"No," Neph shook her head seriously, "I have to go to class."

"No, are you serious???" Klein looked at Neph with a confused expression.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Neph looked at him, puzzled. "I've made up my mind. I'm going to prepare a special gift for my My Lord."

Although he didn't know what gift she was referring to, Klein had a bad feeling. He sincerely said, "I hope I won't receive a gift like that someday."

"I hope so too," Neph nodded seriously. "Also, hand over the summoning Ritual for 'Mr. Door' to me, and, well, the materials—I think it requires a strand of hair from a descendant of the Abraham Family bloodline or something? And, remember to ask me a question."

"What's the problem?" Klein frowned. "What do you want to do?"

"I need to know how to bring Him back from that space," Neph smiled, "After all, it's my duty to collect the remains of a great being, isn't it?"

Klein couldn't refute these words; Neph's Pathway did indeed contain such a quality. He sighed, "If only you had been born earlier, you could have collected the corpse of the ' Ancient Sun God '."

"----?" Neph stared at Klein, took a breath, and said, "As expected of you, a true Blasphemer."

"----That's nothing compared to you!" Klein couldn't help but glare at her. "I didn't even say it to your face!"

"I will relay your words," Neph said sincerely.

That being said, Neph didn't actually repeat those words after returning to the Real World. Instead, she asked Herabergen a question, "As far as I know, beings at the level of the Lord should already be using Beyonder Characteristic to construct their bodies."

"In that case, what you ate must have been some part of His body."

"Um, I wanted to ask----"

"Is it tasty?"

Herabergen clearly didn't know how to respond to this question; discussing such a topic was rather absurd for Him. After hesitating for a long time, He finally couldn't help but ask in astonishment, "I really don't understand, by what right did the Lord choose you?"

Neph thought for a moment and replied, "If I were curious, I would ask Him directly, rather than trying it myself after His death?"

"That's one line of thought," Herabergen, speechless. "In that case, why don't you just ask the lord directly?"

"The taste must be different now than before—" Neph muttered under her breath, "Speaking of which, I've always been curious whether Beyonder Characteristic can be used for cooking—"

"Yes," Herabergen replied, barely able to contain himself, "Things containing Beyonder Characteristic still retain some of their inherent nature. If they were originally meat or plants, you could naturally cook them, but cutting them is not advisable. Even if you are at a level above Angel, such an act would only cause the Beyonder Characteristic to be released."

"Truly worthy of the Dragon of Wisdom '," Neph exclaimed. "You truly deserve the name of Wisdom."

Herabergen humbly replied, "I prefer you to call me Wisdom Angel."

"In that case, I have one more question," Neph said, "Will the addition of Beyonder Characteristic affect the flavor?"

"Yes," Herabergen's voice sounded somewhat desperate, "Not just in terms of Beyonder Characteristic, but in fact, the influence of Spirit World power itself can affect the flavor of food, whether it's a positive or negative effect depends on the specific circumstances."

"Thank you for your explanation," Neph nodded. "So, was it delicious?"

"You can go and ask the Lord directly," Herabergen replied coldly. "The Lord has always been a forgiving and merciful being. Even though the Lord of today is different from the Lord of the past, the fact that you can discuss this topic with me peacefully suggests that not much has changed."

"Really?" Neph made the Inverted Cross in front of her chest. "Lord?"

The Lord did not respond.

Neph gave up, and she continued to harass Herabergen: "I suddenly thought of a question."

Does the Lord, who once possessed the symbolism of Omnipotent and Omniscient, know what his own flesh and blood taste like?

"----?" Herabergen couldn't help but exclaim, "That's not how you use the Authority of omniscience!"

"How is it used?" Neph asked humbly.

Herabergen silent, but he demonstratively displayed a powerful bolt of lightning, forcing Neph to shut her mouth.

Such conversations have actually been happening frequently lately. After all, even though she's sitting in the classroom, you can't really expect her to pay attention the whole time. Many times, when she gets bored and her mind wanders, she chats with this God of Wisdom remotely.

The God of Wisdom was clearly annoyed by this harassment, but for some unknown reason, He chose to tolerate it, and even at times, driven by His Authority, answered one or two outrageous questions from her.

In this unique interaction, November arrived, and on the night of the latest full moon, Trissy decided to begin summoning Mr. "Door".

In a room bathed in Red Light, Trissy stood within an Altar, surrounded by rubies, sapphires, and...

Ritual materials include emeralds, diamonds, pearls, and lapis lazuli.

After some rather complicated preparations, she lit a strand of hair in her hand and placed it into the large cauldron.

As the firelight was tinged with darkness, Trissy stepped back two paces and solemnly chanted in Jotun, "Great Gate of All Doors;

"The guide to the endless Cosmos;"

"The key to all mysterious worlds----"

As Trissy chanted, the gems around her cracked and shattered into powder, which then floated up into the air.

They flickered with red, blue, green, or dazzling light, quickly converging into a torrent that poured onto the candlelight on the Altar. At the same time, the hair that had burned out in the cauldron also joined this procession.

The flames suddenly expanded, intertwined, and grew increasingly dark, like a "Illusory Door" leading to another world.

Trissy immediately felt the surrounding temperature drop sharply, as if countless dangers were seeping out from the flames.

Her mind flashed back to Gehrman Sparrow's warning, and her vigilance returned.

She knew, of course, that summoning Mr. Door was an extremely dangerous act, but at that moment she disregarded the danger and resolutely decided to summon him. However, Trissy hoped that her death would be more worthwhile and spent on a more crucial matter.

Moreover, I at least want to see myself get my revenge— Trissy took a slow breath and patiently waited for what would happen next.

In the blink of an eye, she felt the void in the room become much "thinner," and in many places, shadowy figures seemed to be hiding behind them, as if a large number of indescribable, strange, and dangerous creatures were lurking.

The dark, expanding flames slowly began to rotate, transforming into a huge, deep, crimson vortex.

As the vortex swirled, a faint yet piercing voice finally emerged from the bottom. "---- Cheek?"

Upon hearing this sound, Trissy's temples throbbed, and her head felt as if countless steel needles were being pierced and stirred wildly in her head.

Her black hair rose up on its own even without wind, each strand growing slightly thicker, while the skin on her face became translucent, with veins bulging out one after another, densely packed like a spider web.

With great effort, Trissy finally regained her composure and heard the voice that could drive most Beyonder to the brink of madness chuckle, "Looks like Cheek's chosen one—"

"Of those who were there together when we looked at the Second Blasphemy Slate —and who were able to surpass Sequence 1 —only ' The Artisan,' Cheek, and I should remain alive."

Ignoring Mr. Door's exclamation, Trissy spoke with a Distortion expression, "Dear Mr. Door, I have something I'd like to ask you."

"Speak—the years lost in darkness and trapped in the Storm have been too tedious—it's rare to have someone to chat with—" the terrifying voice replied without much change from within the slowly swirling, deep vortex.

Trissy's facial muscles twitched involuntarily a few times; she still couldn't quite get used to that voice that sounded like the Eater of Words of Evil God.

She paused for a few seconds before saying, "I want to know if there's any unconventional way to enter the nine secret Mausoleum that the Blood Emperor Tudor, originally built to advance to the Black Emperor."

From an unknown location, across endless void, came the voice of "The Door," who let out a fleeting laugh, "So it was about this matter—"

"It's not difficult—I'll give you a Symbol —collect the blood of Beyonder from different Pathway, mix them together—contaminate them with Spirituality, and draw that Symbol in the void in front of the Mausoleum. That will open the Concealment passage inside—"

As this being spoke, sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming a rather complex Symbol in mid-air.

It's like a series of doors stacked haphazardly, from largest to smallest, with no end in sight.

Trissy endured the tearing pain in her spirit, memorized the Symbol, and then sought confirmation. "Must all twenty-two Beyonder Pathway be present?"

"Each Pathway requires only the blood of one Beyonder, regardless of their Sequence number."

Approximately how much blood is needed for each Pathway?

Mr. "Door" replied in the same rambling, dreamlike manner, "Yes—not too much... just a small tube will do—enough to depict the Symbol— "

Although Trissy's expression Distortion with Affliction, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth into a slight smile after obtaining crucial information.

This, combined with her overall expression, looked very strange, making her seem like a Lunatic.

Having accomplished her main objective, Trissy then asked the two questions Gehrman had instructed her to answer, "How can we bring you back from that space?"

A voice swirled from the depths of the vortex, seemingly carrying an ominous aura. "This doesn't sound like your question—who are you asking this on behalf of?"

"Is that important?" Trissy frowned.

"It wasn't important before—" the voice from the depths of the vortex continued, "But it is important now—who wants to know how to bring me back? Why doesn't she come herself?"