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The banquet had entered its second half. Doctor Aaron glanced at his watch, took his wife's hand, and asked softly:
"Are you tired?"
Mrs. Velma stroked her belly and said with a smile, "Not yet. I really like the Desi-style food Mr. Dantès prepared. I'd like to stay a little longer. Darling, could you get me some juice?"
As the conversation moved to its next stage, Teacher True Creator shifted his gaze to student Klein's left hand.
Under the gaze of the god of its own pathway, Creeping Hunger immediately revealed its true form, trembling with feverish excitement. Its mouth, filled with sharp teeth, clamped shut, as though afraid it would drool while opening wide to praise the True Creator with its spirituality and be met with disgust.
Klein had not infused it with any spirituality, but Creeping Hunger began operating on its own. Souls whose faces were blurred by pain flashed through the air one after another, finally settling on the face of an unremarkable, weary middle-aged man.
This was Mr. X without his mask, Lewis Wien.
Creeping Hunger subjected the souls grazed within it to torment. After just a week, the still relatively young Mr. X's spirit had rapidly aged. Although this Oracle had never had the chance to appear before the divine throne in life, he had met a god in a daze after death. He did not know who the being before him, who had summoned his spirit from the Beyonder item, was, but he instinctively lowered his head and remained silent.
The True Creator turned his gaze to Klein:
"Did the Abraham Family hire you to take revenge?"
No... or yes? How should I answer that? Klein thought as quickly as he could. *The True Creator must know that Mr. X and the