Wrapping up

Lorry was so frightened he almost left the Spirit World on the spot.

God of Fantasy?

He couldn't help but think of the God of Justice he'd overheard last time, and his lips twitched involuntarily. Could it be that he really possessed a magnet that attracted Evil God?

Otherwise, there's no way to explain the repeated encounters with His Believer!

It's most likely because of my transmigrator identity... Lorry sighed almost inaudibly, barely regaining his composure, and carefully examined the source of the prayer.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he took out the "Book of Dimensions" from his robes.

"The prayers of those Believer seem to originate from here. Could it be that the God of Fantasy they worship is the one behind Altair?"

Therefore, the "Book of Dimensions," as Mystical Item bestowed upon Him at the Demigod level, can respond in His place under specific conditions?

"This particular condition is... distance? Otherwise, it's inexplicable. I've never heard a similar prayer before."

Amidst a flurry of thoughts, Lorry's gaze flickered slightly. He immediately channeled his Spirituality to temporarily seal the "Book of Dimensions," severing its connection with him.

In an instant, all the illusory, layered prayers vanished.

Just as I thought! A thought struck him, and he immediately shared this memory with Pali Beria Lorry, asking her to find an opportunity to report it to the church.

There must be a group of Evil God ' followers who worship the "God of Fantasy" operating in secret in the East Balam, or rather, the Southern Continent, which I just left.

If this isn't dealt with soon, who knows what kind of mess it will cause in the future.

This Pathway of blessing possesses a mixture of abilities, making it not only bizarre and sinister but also extremely secretive. If one is intent on doing evil from behind the scenes, there is absolutely no way to guard against it.

As the Holder of the "Book of Dimensions," Lorry felt that even within the Church of the True God, few had more authority to speak on this matter than himself.

Hopefully, the "hot-tempered guys" of the Church of Storms will be capable enough to find these people as soon as possible... Thinking this, he glanced back in the direction he had come from.

The maritime colonies of Loen primarily worship the "Lord of Storms," whose God have always Believer tireless in purging Cultist.

Inside a Inn near the Steam Train station in Pritz Harbor.

Gallows Sauron Lorry suddenly opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure of his true form rapidly being outlined inch by inch in front of the window.

He rolled out of bed, walked over, and put his arm around the main body's shoulder.

The two figures quickly vanished, becoming invisible.

A few seconds later, they appeared deep within some unknown island nearby.

He pulled the "Hypnosis Pocket Watch" from his pocket and handed it to his main body. Gallows Sauron Lorry snapped his fingers, conjuring a Flames blade in his hand.

"Do you have any last wishes?" Lorry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Have."

Gallows Sauron Lorry answered without hesitation.

He looked down at his own body, his expression indignant, and said, "Could you please choose Parasitism host more carefully?"

"The feeling of feeling uncomfortable if I don't drink for five minutes is really unpleasant."

Lorry nodded slightly and smiled:

"Rest assured.

"This time, the goal will definitely satisfy you."

"However, I can't reveal too much right now. Once you succeed, you'll naturally understand the whole story and what you should do."

Gallows Sauron Lorry scoffed and muttered:

[Search] [Novel Website] to view the latest chapter of [this book]!

"The dead riddle-maker is now playing tricks..." He raised his other free hand and waved it impatiently, as if shooing away a fly.

Once his true form entered another Dimension, he chuckled and muttered to himself, "How does it feel to watch yourself commit suicide, powerless to stop it?"

Having said that, he ignored the angry curses and roars echoing in his mind and, without hesitation, used the Flames blade to cut off his own head.

Meanwhile, in another Dimension.

Lorry sat quietly on the grass, while a few meters away, a Scholarly Man held a paintbrush and vigorously painted on parchment.

Swish swish swish.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and the lifelike portrait quickly took shape.

--In other words, the old man in the tuxedo wasn't here; otherwise, one could easily recognize that the person in the painting bore a striking resemblance to Baron Percival, to whom he served.

However, the person in the painting looks much older and more dignified.

Setting down his paintbrush, the Scholarly Man turned around and asked:

Are you sure you want to draw it like this?

Lorry nodded slightly, Scholarly Man immediately peeled off the parchment, replaced it with a new sheet of paper, and began to expend his Spirituality to create.

While the painting was drying, the Beyonder Characteristic of the Real World were revealed.

With a thought, Lorry picked up the Brain -shaped object covered in rust and eyes, which looked extremely dirty, and a small transparent worm.

The former is Gallows Sauron's extraordinary "Conspirer" Beyonder Characteristic.

The latter is the Worm of Time that Parasitism him; under the host's command, it released itself from Parasitism and fell into a deep sleep the instant its host died.

Lorry simply used his "Conspirer" trait to release a ball of Flames to accelerate the drying of the portrait, then rolled it up and tucked it into his pocket.

Holding the "Hypnosis Pocket Watch," he Teleportation back to the Inn and used "Flash" to enter the old man in the tuxedo.

"You have successfully achieved your objective on this journey to Backlund... but sadly, those loyal servants have followed their master in death..."

"Gallows Sauron apparently discovered some important clue, and left overnight after only saying goodbye... So, you don't know where he went..."

"This painting was commissioned by Baron Percival and is said to be a portrait of Percival's ancestor, which was his most treasured possession..."

"You left in a hurry last time, so this time you went to great lengths to have this painting made, intending to present it to your new owner..."

Lorry patiently guided and modified the old man in the tuxedo's memory again and again until he was completely convinced of it before putting away the Mystical Item.

He placed the parchment scroll by his bedside and quietly watched the old man in the tailcoat, whose breathing gradually calmed, slowly disappear from sight.

A tiny, transparent worm crawled up the painting and hid itself.

Thursday morning.

The elderly man in the tuxedo slowly opened his eyes, vaguely feeling a headache.

As he rubbed his head and got out of bed, the parchment scroll on the bedside table caught his eye. A thought struck him as he remembered that this was the Baron's favorite painting, and he had gone to great lengths to have it brought out of the sealed mansion. He planned to take it back to Intis and present it to his young master.

"Thank God, we finally killed that Little Pickpocket... It's just a pity about those lads; they were so loyal to Percival..."

Thinking it over, the old man in the tuxedo sighed, carefully placed the parchment scroll into Hidden Compartment in his Suitcase, and prepared to go out to buy a ticket.

He planned to depart from here and take a passenger ship back to Trier.

Two hours later, at the Port.

Wearing a straw hat in the style of the Southern Continent, with the brim pulled down very low, Lorry stared intently at the old man in the tailcoat stepping onto the deck, then turned and left.