The power of paintings

The following morning.

Lumian changed his clothes and was about to go out when he suddenly saw the "Doll" Messenger emerge from the wall and drop a neatly folded letter.

Did the "Magician" Lady find a clue on Buwal's Corruption Corpse? Lumian was overjoyed, Messenger for his help as he unfolded the letter:

"We don't know enough about the Evil God outside the Barrier. We don't yet know what the ' Hostel ' refers to or where it is located; we only have some guesses."

"From the Corpse of Buwal Pompairo, I discovered Corruption that is somewhat similar to the ' Apprentice ' Pathway. It is an erosion from another Dimension. Unless I deal with it, and it comes out of that state and launches an attack, you will not be able to truly come into contact with it."

"There have been a few similar cases before, mainly involving Painter, novelists, and people who enjoy reading."

"We noticed that those Painter were often already insane, but because of the nature of artists, no one noticed. Their paintings, which were almost unconscious ramblings and convulsive fantasies, sometimes reflected a certain reality of the world, sometimes had a certain impact on their surroundings, and sometimes made false content into real things, which came out of the canvas or Paper and lingered within a certain range, and most of them were limited by time."

"One example is that a Painter, after taking psychotropic drugs, painted an indescribable creature. Later, the creature emerged from the canvas and killed its creator and the other living things in the Apartment."

"I once came into contact with a dangerous painting-like Sealed Artifact. The Deity depicted inside came to life and disappeared. Fortunately, it did not bring any major Calamity."

Similarly, when dealing with a mad Evil God, we encountered Gehrman Sparrow in the building where he lived, along with the "Queen of Disease," and various characters and scenes that originally only existed in the novel.

Fortunately, these characters do not possess the strength of their prototypes; they are only simple interpretations of their appearance, personality, and abilities.

"It has been confirmed that these were all created by That One insane, Evil God Gift-Bearers. He used to be a novel enthusiast, and after losing his Rationality, he instinctively created a fantasy kingdom in his home based on the content of novels."

"From this perspective, it shares some similarities with the ' Spectator ' Pathway, but they are fundamentally different. One primarily stems from the power of the mind, while the other is more like creating things by leveraging the characteristics and powers of other Dimension or alternate times and spaces. In the early stages, it might be a passage, a dangerous door, but in the later stages, it might be a near-real Alternate Dimension, or even an alternate world."

Upon seeing this, Lumian's eyelids twitched, and a series of thoughts began to form in his mind.

His first reaction was:

Is this content I can view?

Some parts were alright, simply objectively describing the power of those Evil God Gift-Bearers, but the corresponding examples and analyses made Lumian's head throb, his heart race, and his skin tighten.

Could a painting of Deity and step into reality?

Is it really that scary?

If a painting hadn't been sealed away, wouldn't it have destroyed the entire Trier?

Give it a little more time, and the whole world might be doomed!

In a flash of thought, Lumian suddenly had an idea:

If we capture a "Painter" with similar power and a high rank, and have him Oil Painting a perfect replica of Aurora, wouldn't that bring the Aurora in the painting to life and back to reality?

This is tantamount to a Resurrection.

After a dozen seconds, Lumian let out a long sigh.

His heart was filled with impulse, but his Rationality told him that the Aurora "Resurrection" in that way was most likely not the real Aurora, but just a dangerous creature with Aurora's appearance.

If we only consider Aurora's appearance, he could do it anytime with the "Lie" ear clip.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian remembered a Mystical Item he hadn't used in a long time:

"Mystery-Peering Glasses"!

These Tea-Brown -Gold-Rimmed Glasses with Gelatinous Substance come from a deceased Beyonder who, before That One Beyonder, painted an Oil Painting full of madness, extremely vibrant colors, and bizarre and psychedelic patterns!

In addition, after Lumian puts on the "Mystery-Peering Glasses," he can see things that he couldn't see before, and occasionally he can see the truth of the world to some extent, which fills him with a desire and impulse to paint.

In that state, his paintings would carry a touch of supernatural power, producing different effects depending on the content. For example, they might cause Itching all over the body, or bring the warmth of Sunlight and the appearance of light. This is consistent with the description by the "Magician" Lady that some of the paintings by the Evil God Gift-Bearers could have a certain influence on the surroundings.

Since acquiring the "Face of Niser" and the "Lie" ear clips, Lumian no longer needed the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" to disguise himself. He pulled out the Tea-Brown Gold-Rimmed Glasses, examined them carefully for a few seconds, and muttered to himself, "Was its original owner Gifted through the ' Hostel ' or something Pathway to it, and thus suffered some Corruption?"

"Hmm, I'll go report to Mr. K later and ask if any other details were found at the scene. Uh... the ' Aurora Order ' is fanatical about hunting down followers of Evil God, so they might have more information about Evil God gods than the ' Tarot Club.' Mr. K might know something about the ' Hostel '..."

Lumian is part of four different Concealment organizations and has access to information through four exceptionally sophisticated intelligence systems. As a result, he has no urgent need to attend Occult Gathering, only occasionally going to check them out, join in the fun, and listen to rumors and stories.

After stuffing the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" into his pocket, Lumian began reading the rest of the text:

"Before this, the Evil God Gift-Bearers along this Pathway were not very active, did not like to proselytize, and did not perform bloody sacrifices often. Even if something happened, they would only kill themselves and the people in the house, so the danger was relatively small."

"Now it seems that they are not so 'harmless' after all, and may even be quite dangerous."

"As for the ' Hostel,' you could try asking Termiboros. He knows more about those Evil God and their Gifted than all of us combined. Of course, he might not answer you."

After lighting the letter with Crimson Flames, Lumian lowered his voice and chuckled softly, "Termiboros, do you know what ' Hostel ' represents, and which Evil God it belongs to?"

"Not Evil God, but a great being." The Termiboros echoed.

He answered Lumian's question only after refuting it:

"Know."

And then, that was the end of it.

This Provocation Lumian somewhat:

I want to hear whether you know or not. I want to know what it represents and which Pathway it belongs to!

After he pressed for details, Termiboros retorted in a deep voice, "Do you really want to know?"

Lumian suddenly felt a strong sense of danger and replied with unusual vigilance, "There's no need to go into the specifics of That One Evil God Honorific Name or other information. Just tell me about the details and characteristics of the ' Hostel ' and its corresponding Pathway."

Termiboros immediately fell silent and offered no further explanation.

Lumian scoffed, thinking that this guy had answered with the mindset of "I won't lose anything anyway, so I might as well give it a try, in case the host makes a fool of himself," and had no intention of betraying the "Hostel's" information at all!

He sighed, turned and left Room 207, intending to go find Mr. K.

When Lumian went to the Boulevard District, Franca had already met with Blanche Soren.

They were all dressed in Hunting Attire, carrying Double-Barreled Hunting Rifle, standing at the edge of the East Lonyay Forest, exchanging glances as they aimed at the Wild Deer behind the trees.

"Blanche, when the hell are you going to let me finish my probation period?" Franca used profanity to emphasize her original gender in a stereotypical way.

Blanche, her bright orange hair mostly tucked into her deerstalker hat, gazed ahead and said, "Almost there, almost there."

Franca said indignantly, "Is it the high-ranking Witch in charge of Trier who wants to test me for a while longer, or are you the one causing trouble?"

Blanche's finger, poised to pull the trigger, paused, and her expression Change slightly.

"Could it really be you?" Franca blurted out, slightly taken aback.

Blanche replied seriously, "I was just making a suggestion, and the higher-ups agreed."

"Why would she agree to such an absurd proposal? Is she your mother?" Franca snapped.

Bang! Blanche pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced through the woods but missed the Wild Deer.

Seeing this, Franca had a question:

Could they really be related? Or perhaps Lover?

The Witch Sect is also called the Witch Family, so it's quite normal for many members to be related...

It's not impossible that the Sauron Family originally controlled the adjacent Pathway of the "Assassin," and some branches have long been corrupted by the Witch Sect...

Seeing that Fran and the book card remained silent and did not respond, Blanche cleared her throat and said, "If you promise not to attend the Red House Café Revelry Party, you can finish your probation period this week."

"..." Franca wanted to curse, but it turned into laughter. "Haha, you're innocent, yet you have an entire Women's Revelry Party; you're promiscuous, yet you don't want outsiders involved."

Before Blanche could respond, she scoffed, "I can agree to that; I can do it myself anyway."

Her real thought was that Calamity might break out in Trier in a week or two, so she had to quickly infiltrate the Witch Sect to see if she could get some good stuff. Once the Calamity Past, if she was still alive, she would then try to take advantage of Blanche's party!

A real man can be both unrestrained and flamboyant, and also able to temporarily humble himself!

Blanche couldn't help but turn her head to look Franca up and down.

Franca showed no remorse and allowed Blanche to scrutinize her.

After nearly ten seconds, Blanche whispered, "Remember what you just said."

Franca smiled and indicated that there was no problem.

After reaching an agreement on the end of the assessment period, Franca, holding her Hunting Rifle, turned and said, "A while ago, Charles and I went to the Catacombs and came to the ' Chrismona Night Pillar.' I had a vague, strange feeling about that pillar. Could it have been left behind by some Witch from the Fourth Epoch?"

After learning from Jenna that she had heard the ethereal sigh, Franca became interested in the "Chrismona Night Pillar".

"Charles? Your little Lover?" Blanche turned her head again and glanced at Franca.

"Yes," Franca answered readily.

Blanche paused for a moment before saying, "Krismona is indeed Witch from the Fourth Epoch."

"He, He is the child of God."