Dark Angel

The greyish-white stone bricks, the surrounding walls, and the massive pillars reappeared after the shadows had vanished, draped in a thin, yet not too thick, shadow.

There was still no Sun, no Moon, and no the Star outside the window, but a faint light streamed in, making the entire palace appear gloomy, dim, and desolate.

Deep within the palace stood a faint shadow, like a curtain.

The people who had supposedly disappeared were all here. Klein looked around regretfully and sighed.

"What a pity, the host doesn't seem to like my gift very much."

--His Marionette wasn't brought in.

This made Klein feel genuinely sad, but the others were clearly less able to empathize with this emotion; they tried to understand the statement from a normal person's perspective.

"Indeed, with your Marionette around, we'll be much safer."

Klein didn't refute this statement; he gradually accepted this style of speaking his own mind, and even felt that it wasn't entirely unreasonable for Neph to prefer this way of speaking.

Hmm, next time I might try ignoring her instead of going along with what she says...

His mind was in turmoil, but Klein remained vigilant. He raised his head, his gaze falling on the deepest part of the palace; the others were doing the same.

The thin shadow crumbled and vanished under their gaze, revealing step after step, until finally, an iron-black throne.

Seated on the throne was a man with shoulder-length, slightly wavy black hair. His eyes were veiled in shadow, making his features exceptionally indistinct and difficult to discern. Layers of ethereal black wings cascaded down his back, covering most of his body. His robe was deep black, wrapped with silver threads, embroidered with intricate patterns, and adorned with ornate accessories.

At this moment, the man's left elbow was resting on the armrest, and his hand was supporting his cheek; he appeared to be asleep.

Dark Angel, Sasrir!

No introduction was needed; Sleeping Beauty's identity was obvious. Klein's gaze fell on Sasrir, but his eyes were searching for the location of the stone slab.

In the story he knew, the true "Dark Angel" Sasrir had been resurrected as the "True Creator," while the "Sasrir" sitting in the "Giant King’s Court" was merely a vengeful spirit born from the "Chaos Sea."

According to Neph, the foundation of Sasrir's existence was a stone slab, and Klein knew that it was highly likely the first "Blasphemy Slate."

According to his understanding, there are two "Blasphemy Slate," the second of which should be in the possession of Adam, the leader of the "Twilight Hermit Order," who is also a personification of the "Ancient Sun God."

The first piece, whose whereabouts are now unknown, appears to be resting alongside Sasrir within the "Giant King’s Court."

However, to this day, Klein still doesn't know the exact difference between the two "Blasphemy Slate." He only vaguely knows that the second "Blasphemy Slate Blasphemy Slate" seems to have something extra compared to the first one.

He suspected it was related to that portion of knowledge that only Angel could know.

But no matter how much he thought about it, the immediate problem was that the illusory, overlapping wings completely obscured the chair, and Klein couldn't see the "Blasphemy Slate."

He hesitated for a moment, then smiled at the others:

"He's still asleep. Do you think we should wake him? Hmm, maybe we should consider how to greet him properly... His Highness the ' Dark Angel '? Or perhaps he'd prefer to be the leader of the ' Rose Redemption '?"

His question didn't elicit any unusual reactions, because it was indeed the question they should be considering right now—whether or not to wake Sasrir would determine their next course of action.

Colin Iliad, always a cautious man, pondered for a few seconds before offering his thoughts:

"Don't wake Him yet, let's explore the surrounding area first."

>p/<. The environment under investigation before the incident was not a concern for Enlake, who was afraid to answer the question in his pocket, and another person voted for him.

The vibrant colors of the scene have faded, replaced by a dim, yellowish hue. It seems to have endured the wear and tear of countless years, its light now faint and dim. A large, blue-gray gate leads to the entrance. Behind it stands an unmistakably large, black iron throne, the most striking feature of which is the perfectly flat palace.

>p/<. The earth and soil will be bright again, and as long as the door is pushed open, it will be connected to the "Abandoned God of the Earth" outside the great gate. It is obvious that they all know what that represents. The three people were attracted by the great gate without even realizing it.

>p/<: It's hard to move when you come out of the station. Enlake shook his head and looked at the dry-looking station. He didn't see anything.

>p/<".'I woke up and called out to 'Beautiful Sleeper' to come and see, but I still have to."

>p/<. The person who complained about the face relied on "the ancient and distant Divine Sun" to "the true creation of the main body" and heard a few sentences about that Funa, but, the face of Erlissa was not clear and did not actually see Enlake, despite the fact that it was called this.

>p/<. A beautiful person can be praised, or perhaps, their ugliness is too much to bear, and they would not want to be molded into something they consider themselves, especially not by their elders.

>p/<. Stop talking again, wanting to show, all the emotions and spirits of them, here in Erlissa, it is not clear that the two other people here are not the same as him, and it is obviously too much to talk about. "King of Heaven" is an old man who is teasing the other side.

>p/<. He usually carries these things on his person, a "magician," a "diviner," and this is not a historical figure, but it is worth mentioning—he took out a firewood box from his pocket and slowly walked forward, but Enlake was not interested in anything else.

>p/<. They don't use it in the field, although it's a large part of the distribution.

>p/<: He laughed as he turned and threw the firewood around, casually tossing it to the ground, lighting each piece as he went.

>p/<". A person's timidity is directed towards me"

>p/<. He was a bit arrogant, but sometimes he added this sentence to his words, showing a certain Abomination of cautiousness that was unusual for Enlake. He was not sure whether he believed this sentence was true or not Link.

The black iron seat of the treasure, bathed in the light of the fire, was on him. He threw away the firewood, and said, "Is this not what Enlake meant?"

He then began to feel the effects gradually.

This long staircase, like before, carried an aura of corruption. Fortunately, he wasn't carrying Marionette or summoning Historical Projection. Corruption could only affect living, Sealed Artifact, and he didn't possess any high-level, dangerous items of that kind.

--In fact, logically speaking, for higher-level Sealed Artifact, those with active properties may sometimes be easier to seal than those without.

After all, activity implies the possibility of communication; he can use deception, threats, or other means to make the Sealed Artifact back down, or, to put it another way, through friendly negotiation.

As far as he knew, Leonard had chosen another possibility on this path: to have Pallez, the Archangel Pathway the "Marauder," parasitize the Sealed Artifact.

Following the power of corruption comes the "omniscience" that belongs to the "Reader's " Pathway.

The shadows covering the walls, pillars, and floor tiles cracked open, giving rise to countless brass-colored eyes.

Countless eyes were fixed on Klein, but he remained calm, simply observing the silhouette that appeared before him.

He first appeared as Gehrman Sparrow, a man with black hair, brown eyes, and a cold, aloof expression. Then, he Distortion into Klein Moretti, a man with black hair, brown eyes, ordinary features, and a scholarly Klein. Finally, he degenerated into a blurry, unreal figure, from which Gray-White Fog emanated.

At that moment, the figure that seemed to reveal all of Klein's secrets froze.

Bang!

He exploded, turning into countless illusory fragments that fell to the ground and vanished.

Clearly, in a world where knowledge represents pollution, "omniscience" is sometimes not a good thing.

He smiled, but the brass-colored eyes on the ground all moved in unison, emitting voices from an ancient era:

"The aura of ' Sefirah Castle '..."

He clearly sensed something from "omniscience".

Klein showed no unusual expression; he already knew that the main reason this exploration needed him was because he carried the "Sefirah Castle."

However, logically speaking, the item Neph is wearing should be on the same level as the "Sefirah Castle"... Why didn't the "True Creator" let her come? Putting aside my Ritual needs, even for the sake of stability, shouldn't they have included both of us in the team...?

... It can't be because she's pretty, can it?

Klein subconsciously recalled Lovia's striking and elegant features.

Although it's a bit inappropriate to think this way, Moon City hasn't produced an exception like Lovia in all these years. Could it be because she's not good-looking...?

A strange thought lingered in his mind, but Klein didn't forget to observe the wings whenever he could, trying to find the legendary "Blasphemy Slate".

But those brass-colored eyes hidden in the shadows drew a conclusion through observation:

"Your Fate intersects with Amanises, Leodero, Adam, Amon, Herabergen, Aucuses, Medici, Ouroboros, and with Him, and with..."

The voice seemed to pause for a moment, as if searching for a word to describe the following name, but ultimately seemed to fail.

"Pure White...?"

There was a clear doubt in the voice; He seemed unsure how to address the owner of the name. So Klein kindly said:

"She told me that you used to call her ' Neph '."

"Neph..." the brass-eyed man repeated the name, "Snow..."

Klein remained silent, his attention focused on the name Amanises.

Goddess...

He sighed inwardly and turned his attention back to the present.

At this moment, he finally realized that if "Sasrir" remained seated motionless on that throne, he would have no chance of penetrating those wings and discovering the "Blasphemy Slate." The only way now was to let "Sasrir" get moving.

"That couldn't be simpler," Klein chuckled softly.

>p/<? It seems you've already realized you were wrong, that you've already recognized it at this time.

>p/<". Oh, even if you fail and lose the truth, you still have to do it. You, God, are all-knowing and all-powerful. You have no choice but to say this."

>p/<: The old tone of the poem still lingered, the anger that had never been rooted in "Erlissa" was gone, and the two people outside the scene, their spirits condensed, made the provocation clear.

>p/<... The origin of the scam is that"

>p/<". The existence of omniscience is the ultimate state, and the existence of omniscience is the ultimate state.

>p/<"? Is it a scam? The original intention was not to deceive you. When you first decided to commit suicide, I was very curious," Enlake repeated over and over again. "The original intention was to deceive you."

>p/<: The mouth continued to open, and those copper-yellow eyes blinked.

>p/<... That's where the scheme is, isn't it?"

>p/<"... I woke up and found myself in the original source"

>p/<. A chill ran down his spine, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. Enlake let out a breath of a strange, ancient scent that carried a certain meaning.

>p/<. The danger is unavoidable, the unknown is unknown, and the fear is like a certain kind of gestation, growing deeper and deeper, becoming increasingly gloomy and dense, seemingly shadowy in all directions.

>p/<. For example, the "mother" in the middle of the mouth of Funa, the person in front of the director, the person whose name was unknown, the "source of the fortress", for example, the remnants of the polluted spirit left in the special nature, for example, many people thought of the next Enlake.

>p/<. The fear rose in his thighs, and he felt a sense of dread. The city of "Night Priest" and the unsolvable mystery of the Moon City and the way of the strategist, Terialy Link, were connected. He couldn't stop feeling this fear.

>p/<. The freckled hair and scalp made many people feel a Enlake, as if they were being pierced by ice. The words, filled with a sinister and terrifying aura, made everyone feel a sense of dread.

>p/<: The question is only about the situation, the body's awakening, the initial question, and the past.

>p/<"? What was it when you realized this event?"

There are still things beyond the realm of existence, things that cannot be known even if they are known, things that are generally known are also the major issues of Funai, and the other questions are about --

Of the "True Creator" and Adam, this was the only thing Neph might not know, nor was it convenient for her to ask.

The brass-colored eyes replied:

"I noticed this problem not long after I emerged from the ' Chaos Sea,' so I deliberately created a separate personality, fusing the Beyonder Characteristic of the 'Fallen' Authority and the ' Hanged Man ' Pathway, to create another self. The purpose of this was to control the ' Chaos Sea,' isolating it from my original self and preventing its contamination and erosion."

"But in the end, the Primordial awakened within me..."

"The Dark Angel" is essentially the firewall of the Ancient Sun God? The "Hanged Man" Pathway refers to the "Secrets Suppliant" Pathway? That's about what I thought... However, if even the "Ancient Sun God," who made so many preparations, is like this, then I...

A sense of sorrow and fear spread through Klein's heart. His expression shifted slightly as he recalled the warning Captain Dunn Smith had given him before he embarked on his extraordinary path:

We are both Guardian and a group of pitiful creatures constantly battling danger and madness.

At this moment, Klein finally understood the meaning of that sentence deeply. He recalled the phrase "All things possess Divinity," which everyone in the "Aurora Order" recited, and a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

wt. poo is saying in the final chapter that Shin-chan is the most

>p/<... Crazy and unrestrained, I'm going to walk on the next level, I'll talk about nothing, I'm afraid.

>p/<. He withdrew from his life, never to return, but at this moment, a huge, overwhelming fear enveloped him as he clearly recognized this event.