Aurore opened her mouth, struggling for a moment to understand what had happened.
-Nimrod knew that the Aurore in the "Cordu Village dream" was actually a projection of a fragment of her soul within the dream. So, after successfully entering the "Cordu Village dream" through Sefirah Castle, he chose to draw closer to her through their shared identity as "transmigrators."
Aurore's importance needed no explanation. As the most important anchor of Lumian-Calamity of Destruction-half of Primordial God Almighty-Cheek-Primordial Hunger's bastard daddy-there isn't room for this many people here-Tudor-Lee, getting closer to Aurore was effectively the same as getting closer to Lumian.
And Lumian was the master of this dream, as well as one of the gods' important pawns.
Nimrod understood that even with Sefirah Castle concealing his presence, the countdown on his hand had abruptly sent him to this point in time. Under those circumstances, even Sefirah Castle, which symbolized incomplete concealment and change, would struggle to hide him completely from gods such as the Evernight Goddess and Adam.
So, if he wanted to survive in this plague-ridden nuclear graveyard of a world, he had to increase his strength as much as possible-and digesting the Beyonder Characteristics he already possessed and acquiring new ones was clearly the easiest way to do that.
Standing to one side, Lumian watched Aurore's frozen expression and cautiously spoke to her, keeping his voice as low as possible:
"Aurore, do you know this man? Is he connected to you?"
"...Perhaps."
With a complicated expression, Aurore shook her head at Lumian, signaling for him to make room for her:
She needed to confirm the identity of the man before her before she could let him into her home!
Aurore planted herself in front of the door and cleared her throat:
"I need to ask you a few questions to confirm your identity before I can let you in."
She intended to speak Chinese throughout her conversation with this mysterious visitor to establish his identity:
"The quadrant determines the sign," Nimrod answered immediately.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Imperial jade liquor?"
"Have you considered that I'm from southern China and didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala much?" Nimrod adjusted the Monocle on his face, but found having it pinched in place rather uncomfortable and took it off again:
"One hundred and eighty a cup. Luckily, I know that meme. These code phrases have been used to death. Can they really verify my identity?"
"Didn't they just do that?" Aurore raised her eyebrows, a hint of relief appearing on her face. "You've never met any other transmigrators before? When did you transmigrate here?"
As she said this, Aurore waved at Lumian, signaling for him to open the door and let Nimrod inside.
Lumian did as his sister instructed, watching Nimrod slowly walk through the doorway with a resentful, wary gaze:
He couldn't understand a word of what his sister and Nimrod had said. All he knew was that a rarely seen mixture of ease and wistfulness had appeared on her face.
Never before had Lumian hated his own ignorance of mysticism so much.
Without hesitation, Nimrod delivered the answer he had prepared beforehand:
"2025."
"Twenty-five?" Aurore exclaimed in surprise, though there was also a trace of puzzlement in her voice. "That's much later than when I came to this world..."
At this point, Aurore paused and warily surveyed her surroundings. After shutting the door, she deftly erected a sealed Wall of Spirituality:
"We can discuss that later. Sir, there's something I need to establish right now... Why did you appear in my brother's dream?"
For this question, Aurore switched to Intisian. Lumian also turned his gaze toward Nimrod, looking ready to step in front of his sister at any sign of trouble.
"A dream?" For a moment, Nimrod's tone turned somewhat strange, but he quickly suppressed it. "First, I need to establish something. You know about the Beyonder Law of Convergence, don't you?"
The Beyonder Law of Convergence... Something stirred in Lumian's heart, and he quietly committed this unfamiliar term to memory.
Having always wanted to gain Beyonder powers to protect his sister, Lumian had long craved any knowledge related to Beyonders.
Clear hesitation appeared on Aurore's face. After a long while, she gave a restrained nod:
"I do."
"I suspect there's something special about your brother. I tried entering his dream, and that dream was the best proof." Nimrod weighed his words before addressing Aurore:
"I hadn't planned on coming here-the reason I suddenly passed through your village may have been that his Beyonder powers drew me here through convergence. My friend, you shouldn't keep preventing your brother from obtaining Beyonder Characteristics. This world is very dangerous now, and he's already become entangled with the Beyonder world."
"And quite deeply, at that."
"As for me... After stepping into this village, I was trapped here by some kind of power. Before this, I used certain Beyonder means to obtain the crucial information that would allow me to leave. I just didn't expect it to lie with a 'compatriot's' younger brother."
Nimrod spoke softly, delivering his final sentence in Chinese.
If he remembered correctly, Aurore was a Sequence 7 Warlock with some ability in divination and deciphering. She would inevitably perform a divination later to determine whether his words contained any lies.
But not a single word he had said was false.
-He had indeed used Beyonder means to learn the location of Lumian's dream, but those Beyonder means were called "Sefirah Castle."
-He was indeed a "transmigrator" who had come to this world from 2025, though Aurore and the other Remnants of the Great Old One were not.
-He was indeed trapped here by certain powers, although those powers were not the ones the siblings suspected.
Aurore stared at Nimrod for a long time before slowly nodding and reluctantly saying:
"I believe what you've said."
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