Another Prophecy

Lenburg's capital, Aisala.

Before the side entrance of the magnificent White Tower, the Half-God of Knowledge and Wisdom the Church, That One Lumian had met before, was already waiting for him.

Having experienced the Dream City, Lumian could easily recognize who she was.

She is the former Pirate Admiral "Vice Admiral Iceberg" and now Senior Deacon of the Church of Knowledge, Edwina Edwards.

Edwina, dressed more like a professional teacher than a pirate or Clergy, gestured for them to proceed without saying a word.

Without asking any questions, Lumian followed the other person through the door and into a dark corridor lit by many Gas Wall Lamp.

After walking in silence for a while, Lumian suddenly asked, "Does knowing more and possessing more knowledge necessarily lead to more Pain?"

Edwina replied calmly, "I would rather Pain from knowledge than derive pleasure from ignorance."

Looking down the seemingly endless corridor, Lumian asked, "If we possess enough knowledge, what can humans achieve without relying on extraordinary powers?"

Edwina glanced at Lumian:

"Mysticism knowledge is still knowledge."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "If these are not included, perhaps one day in the future, humanity can still influence the rules and touch Authority through other means. But beyond that, it probably won't work unless Mysticism elements are added."

"My research area is to enable humanity to utilize extraordinary power with less risk."

"That's wonderful..." Lumian exclaimed.

After walking for a while, they stopped at the end of the corridor, in front of a pair of double brass doors.

Lumian turned his head, glanced at Edwina, and asked thoughtfully, "Would you like to be the ' Vice Admiral Iceberg ' again?"

Edwina shook her head without hesitation:

"I prefer my current life, where I can encounter new knowledge and gain new insights every day."

Lumian didn't ask any more questions and, under Edwina's gaze, pushed open the double brass doors.

Inside the door is a bright and clean Library with numerous Brass Book.

In a daze, Lumian felt as if he had returned to the time when he first entered the "Banishment City" of Morola.

He went inside, and the double brass doors slowly closed behind him.

Holding two books and wearing a plain white Robe with brass thread, Heraberg emerged from behind a huge bookshelf. His amber eyes remained gentle and clear, without the slightest hint of cloudiness.

Lumian was not surprised to see this person; he smiled and bowed.

"Your Archbishop, we meet again."

Heraberg nodded slightly:

Your current situation is very worthy of study, but there's no time left.

He did not hide his regret, nor did he worry that such words would hurt Lumian's heart; he stated it plainly, as if saying that today's breakfast was not bad.

"Yes, there's no time left," Lumian echoed Heraberg's words.

Heraberg observed the head on his left shoulder for a moment, then said calmly, "I made Prophecy."

You will inevitably encounter Cheek in the near future.

"I understand." Lumian smiled.

He looked around and suddenly felt a pang of sadness:

"Your Archbishop, did you Prophecy my current state?"

Heraberg looked at him and said in a measured tone, "If I said I Prophecy what happened to you later, that would be a lie, but if I said I didn't Prophecy anything at all, that would also be a lie."

"I Prophecy that you would achieve something special, but I didn't know what that special thing would be. I'm not Omniscient and Omnipotent, so among the contenders for '0-01,' I lean towards you. You've performed exceptionally well, focusing intently on your studies and borrowing books from the Library time and time again, unlike the others..."

As he spoke, Heraberg shook his head.

"I'm a person who loves learning." Lumian laughed, his expression calm, with a hint of self-deprecation.

Heraberg said with satisfaction, "If you can truly understand the Charm of knowledge and the joy of learning, even if you have a long life ahead of you, you will not Pain from emptiness and torment."

"Knowledge encompasses everything; knowledge is everything..."

He patiently and kindly guided Lumian, seemingly genuinely wanting to teach him how to live a good Future.

Lumian didn't interrupt, listening quietly, even though it wasn't important.

After Heraberg finished speaking, he asked in a deep voice, "Would you be willing to give up this kind of life?"

Heraberg sighed and said, "If there were any other choice, I certainly wouldn't want to."

"My child, our will may be free, but we are not the only ones in this world. Life often involves choosing between something bad and something worse; there is no better option."

"Faced with a similar situation, some people would give up directly, but I am greedy and yearn to continue living. The ocean of knowledge is boundless, and the path of exploring knowledge is full of fun. I am not willing to die yet, which is the fundamental reason that prompts me to make many decisions."

"Now, I only have a few choices in front of me. Since I still want to have a chance to live, I can only choose the one that is not too bad."

"It's not shameful to want to live."

He looked into Lumian's eyes and finally said, "These are my thoughts and experiences; I hope they can provide some valuable reference for your future choices."

"Thank you," Lumian said sincerely.

Having obtained the Prophecy and the answer, he was preparing to take his leave when he suddenly remembered something:

"Your Archbishop, where exactly is the ' Banishment City,' Morola?"

"It and the mountains around it are in my Stomach," Heraberg said without hiding anything.

Lumian suddenly realized:

"Does the Path of Banishment lead to the Astral World?"

Heraberg nodded:

"Right."

He suddenly smiled slightly:

"You summoned Meteorite to destroy Morola, but it gave me a bit of a stomachache."

Lumian was stunned at first, then chuckled dryly, "This might be the biggest prank I've ever played, if you can call it a prank."

After leaving Aisala, Lumian returned to Trier.

"How are you?" Franca asked with concern.

Lumian recounted the Prophecy made by Herabergen, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," and concluded by saying, "I have a general idea and am preparing to formulate a plan."

Franca glanced at Lumian's middle head a few times, then stroked her chin and said, "Why do I feel like you're in a better mood?"

As she spoke, she looked around, trying to find Anthony to confirm her judgment. Unfortunately, Anthony sensed an anomaly in the Collective Subconscious Sea and went to report to the Official Church and provide the necessary assistance.

This is what Half-God "Spectator" Pathway have been doing for the past year. Their main task is to monitor, observe, and assist. They cannot relax at any time and cannot afford to be negligent in the slightest. The task of extinguishing anomalies and Calamity is handled by other high-ranking Beyonder. Of course, in case of an emergency, they cannot worry about all that.

As for the unofficial Low-Sequence Beyonder and Ordinary Person, they are unaware that the Southern and Northern Continent have been destroyed and that they are in Protected Zone. Their continued singing, dancing, and living their original lives is the greatest help they can give to the officials and the True God.

In the current situation, the anchor must be stable; it's better to give them false happiness!

Lumian smiled and said, "I just heard an elder talk about his Dragon Life Experience."

"It's fine." Franca didn't ask any further questions.

She eagerly and impatiently said to Lumian, "Let's devise a plan to bring Calamity to the Witch Sect!"

She had been patiently waiting for nearly a year to avenge Jenna and Lumian.

She was almost out of control; she wasn't a gentleman, and she just wanted things to get better as soon as possible.

Seeing Franca's reaction, Lumian chuckled and said, "I need to report to Mr. ' The Fool ' first."

Above the Gray Fog, inside the magnificent Palace.

Once Lumian's figure disappeared from the spot designated for the "Chariot" sign, Mr. The Fool pondered for a few seconds, then remotely convened an impromptu gathering.

In the blink of an eye, multiple beams of light shot up, transforming into different figures and sitting in different positions.

They are the Major Arcana, including "Justice," "Magician," and "Lady Stars, "Lady as well as all the major cards except for Lumian.

"The ' Chariot ' is going to bring Calamity to the Witch Sect; you are responsible for assisting," The Fool commanded.

"Yes, Mr. The Fool," the Major Arcana responded in unison.

"The Fool" nodded slightly, gesturing for them to sit down, then said to "The Sun," Derrick, "I hope you can uphold your Justice in this matter, completely digest your Potion, and become Angel as soon as possible."

After the fall of the "Eternal Blazing Sun," under the Protection Mr. "The Fool," "Sun" Derrick obtained the Beyonder Characteristic "Lightseeker."

After the "Sun" gave its answer, the "The Fool" looked again at the "Stars" Leonard:

"Since you and Pallez are both involved, you need to apply to the Church of the Evernight for temporary access to a Sealed Artifact..."

"I hope you can obtain a '0' level Sealed Artifact or the ' Calamity Witch ' Beyonder Characteristic during this operation, and then exchange it with the Church of the Evernight for the ' Servant of Concealment ' Beyonder Characteristic."

"Bring fear to the High-Ranking Being of the Witch Sect, and you will consume the Potion as a result."

Leonard, the "Stars," could tell that the last two sentences Mr. The Fool said were not instructions or admonitions, but blessings.

He suddenly felt a pang of emotion, then stood up and bowed:

"Yes, Mr. ' The Fool '."

The Fool looked at the Lady Temperance:

"With you and Renette involved, the Indulgence Faction might sabotage ' The Chariot's' operations."

Sharon, the "temperamental" lady, raised the sign she had prepared beforehand:

"Yes, Mr. The Fool."

After giving his instructions to the Major Arcana in turn, Mr. The Fool concluded the impromptu gathering.

The Church of Tranquility, the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight.

"Stars" Leonard met with the current Pope, Saint Dabomachi.

"Pope Holiness, I would like to request temporary access to a '0' level Sealed Artifact." Leonard tapped four times clockwise on his chest, drawing Stars.

"Which one?" Dabomachi was an elderly man with white hair and beard and a slender face. He asked in a calm and gentle voice.

"Stars," Leonard said in a deep voice, "'0-17'."