Relying on some historical knowledge taught by Clive, in the First Epoch, the world had only one true god-that was the Primordial Sun God. He represented omniscience and omnipotence, and was also the light of the world.
"Madam, I am very satisfied with your answer."
Helena was his channel to contact the outside world, and Joey was thinking about how to keep her.
Giving it a second thought, though, did a god need to explain?
No!
At the uppermost seat, the gray mist surged and billowed violently, and Joey's flat voice came through.
"Madam, you can choose a chair to represent your identity!"
Helena's gaze involuntarily turned to the twelve armchairs surrounding the round table.
Was she being asked to join a church?
Helena thought so.
Faced with an invitation from a god of the Second Epoch, could she refuse? Did she dare refuse? The answer was obvious.
Helena's pretty eyes rolled, finally fixing on the chair with the rabbit pattern.
"Mr. Hermit, may I choose the rabbit?"
Unaccountably, the image of a voluptuous bunny girl popped into Joey's mind.
"Welcome aboard, Rabbit Officer. You may return now."
Helena's pretty face flushed inexplicably, and she bowed respectfully.
"Very well, Mr. Hermit."
Joey severed the connection of the red thread. Helena's figure gradually blurred, and she finally retreated from the palace.
He found that even after cutting the red thread connection, he could still sense Helena's existence. This feeling was quite wondrous.
Inside the cathedral.
Helena was surprised to find that she had now become a Sequence 9 Arbiter, with no abnormal changes in her body.
She pressed her palms together and silently chanted in her heart: Thank you, Mr. Hermit, for the bestowal.
Above the gray fog, Joey covered his face with both hands.
He had somehow managed to bluff his way through.
"Arbiter, Helena, Isamott, Sun!"
Whispering softly, he still needed some time to digest today's encounter.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his chair.
"After the sun set, the angel did not disappear with it, but vanished only a long, long time later. In other words, Senegal is not a closed space; there is a way out."
Joey furrowed his brows in thought. The only outlet he could think of led straight to the depths of the Endless Darkness.
"It seems I still need to improve my strength as soon as possible."
Having a goal and a direction, but lacking sufficient strength, was a truly agonizing matter.
Lost in deep thought, Joey felt a sudden sensation. He abruptly raised his head, his gaze locking onto that Sky-Piercing Pillar.
Where it had previously been unclear, a line of text had surprisingly appeared.
'Sequence 8, Fortune-Turner'
His expression shifted slightly, and after pausing for a few seconds, Joey was ecstatic.
"It seems I'm really lucky today, Rabbit Officer."
Recording the potion formula, Joey walked down the high seat, his gaze burning as he looked at the chair carved with the rabbit pattern.
'Fortune Teller, to make oneself sufficiently fortunate.'
'Fortune-Turner, capable of influencing the luck of others under reasonable circumstances.'
"Low Sequences really have zero combat power."
The first thing Helena did upon walking out of the cathedral was go to the Sheriff's Office, where she became a sheriff.
Something once completely out of reach was now obtained so simply. Up until now, she still felt it wasn't real.
That entity seemed to have just awakened and cared a great deal about the matters of the Seven Gods. She needed to gather more information; perhaps it would come in handy next time.
Joey's consciousness above the gray fog trembled inexplicably, and the next moment it returned to his physical body.
Outside, the sky was already bright. Without realizing it, an entire night had passed.
It seemed he couldn't stay in that place for too long.
The small, dilapidated wooden door was being pounded loudly.
"Who is it?"
Yawning impatiently, Joey got out of bed.
Glancing at the basement entrance, where Alisa had just poked her little head out, he glared her back down with a look.
Aggrieved, Alisa stuck out her tongue and ducked back into the basement.
Clive's magical paper doll landed on Joey's shoulder, its expression looking rather solemn.
"Vade Wisker." The voice outside was extremely loud and full of vigor.
Wade? Who was that?
Directing his gaze to the paper doll on his shoulder, Old Tony shook his head to indicate he had never heard the name.
Pulling the door open, he found a sheriff wearing a uniform standing outside.
"Officer, did something happen?"
In the outer city, there were two kinds of people you couldn't afford to provoke: first, major landowners, because they all had powerful backers and deep backgrounds; second, sheriffs, because they were all Transcendents.
Vade Wisker's expression was very stern, and he said in an icy tone:
"Do you know Katrin Winter?"
Joey froze. How could he not know her when they had just parted ways last night?
"It seems you know her." Wade nodded, then continued, "She has gone missing."
Joey carefully concealed his facial expressions, even though his heart was currently filled with panic and terror.
He was far too weak right now-so weak that a low-sequence Transcendent could easily crush him to death.
Joey opened his mouth and forced a wry smile.
"Officer, are you suspecting that I have something to do with her disappearance?"
"We don't rule out that possibility."
"What do you need me to do?"
Vade Wisker didn't answer immediately, instead glancing at the furnishings inside the small house.
"If possible, I'd like you to come back to the Sheriff's Office with me."
"Do I have a choice?"
"I think you don't." Wade sneered.
Figures. These people in uniform were just like his old man said: a bunch of curly-haired baboons, uncultured primitives.
Things proceeded quite smoothly, devoid of the brutal torture Joey had imagined. In order to clear his name, he recounted everything from before and after meeting Katrin in meticulous detail, holding nothing back.
Of course, he omitted certain unknown parts.
In addition, he placed special emphasis on Keen's heretical identity.
Vade Wisker listened quietly, even politely handing Joey a cup of coffee during the process.
"You may go back now."
That was it? He had dragged him all this way, and it was going to end just like that?
As they parted ways, Vade Wisker carefully exhorted: "If you encounter any danger, please contact me immediately."
What a good officer. I take back what I said about the curly-haired baboon.
Joey nodded sincerely. "Alright, Officer. I'll be careful."
Upon returning to the small house, Joey still felt that something was fishy about the whole affair.
Unable to figure it out, he summoned Alisa and Old Tony to analyze it together.
Today, Alisa had tied her hair into a pretty meatbun bun and wore a gray apron around her waist, styling herself as a little maid.
She tilted her head and whispered softly:
"Could it be that they thought you were just a weakling?"
"You're the weakling..." Joey rolled his eyes at Alisa in annoyance.
If you don't know how to speak, keep your mouth shut. Who are you calling a weakling? I am a Beyonder now, okay? Let me emphasize this: Sequence 9, Beyonder.
"I am a weakling, though!" Alisa admitted with a completely calm expression.
Joey Clive: ...
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