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"How interesting."
Edward stepped out of the Spirit World and put on his coat. He glanced back, making sure the True Creator had not followed him, before blending quite naturally into the crowds of Enmat Harbor, like an ordinary gentleman out for a stroll after dinner.
He wore no top hat to restrict his field of vision and casually looked around, a faint smile on his face.
"He saw that defected Evernight bishop in Enmat Harbor..."
"He still hasn't been caught after all this time, so 0-08 must still be with him. It probably wasn't 0-08 that brought me here. I'm right here; would 0-08 dare write about me? Besides, it has no reason to write about me, unless there's a narrator at an even higher level."
Long before the Great Smog, Adam or the Twilight Hermit Order under him had tried to destabilize the Northern Continent's fragile international relations, using the Devil Card as bait to tempt Jason Beria into assassinating Duke Negan.
But in Edward's opinion, it was a scam from the start. After all, preventing Devils from producing High-Sequence Beyonders and powerful figures was probably an unwritten rule among the upper ranks of the Beyonder world. Even if Jason Beria had completed his mission, he would most likely have been disposed of on the spot, silenced for good.
*You'd be better off trusting me than those mystical charlatans who blindly believe in "the tide of the times" and "the choices of fate." At least I'd actually give you something if I was in a good mood. Besides, those "tides" and "choices" were ultimately all staged by Adam, the leader of those charlatans. He'd written everything hundreds or thousands of years ago. To the other charlatans, naturally, his every word became reality, and everything was under his