"Appraisal"

"What's the other one?" Lumian asked, noticing that Ludwig had stopped, seemingly hesitant.

Ludwig stared at the Umbilical Cord Remains in front of Lumian, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It can alter your aura and bloodline to some extent, causing certain creatures lacking the necessary intelligence to regard you as the Divine Child of the ' Great Mother '."

Luhe-Tu-Shumian's expression became more serious:

"So, it really does allow me to fuse with That One Divine Child's bloodline, even if it's only a negligible amount?"

Can this fool creatures with low intelligence or those that act purely on instinct?

"Yes," Ludwig nodded solemnly, "That bloodline can't bring you any change, and only those directly created by the ' Great Mother,' or those who have received Her Gift, can sense it."

This sounds useless, but under special circumstances, it seems to play a crucial role, offering more potential than treating infertility or enhancing self-healing abilities... Lumian asked cautiously, "What negative impacts will this have?"

Could this lead to a change in gender? After all, the Divine Child Ombella, the "Great Mother," appears to be Women.

Ludwig withdrew his Greed, longing gaze from the Subordinate God child and said with considerable regret, "If it were anyone else, the Divine Child of the ' Great Mother ' might be conceived and growing within their body, but not you. You only need to worry about the ' Great Mother ' casting her gaze upon you, truly watching you."

Lumian remained silent for ten or twenty seconds before slowly retrieving Ombella's Umbilical Cord Remains into the "Traveler’s Bag".

He wasn't in a hurry to have Ludwig use the remains of the Divine Child's umbilical cord to create food with special effects; he planned to consult the "Magician" Lady first before making a decision.

He's willing to take risks, but he won't act recklessly.

"Can I have it now?" Ludwig asked, staring longingly at the matte "Deprivation Bullet."

"One last question." Lumian smiled again and took something else out of the "Traveler’s Bag."

It was powdered old bloodstains contained in Glass Vial.

This comes from "Devil Warlock" Bourman, who, guided by Harrison, a visitor from Resurrection Island, summoned an Evil Spirit named Aden from the Depths of death and easily killed him, collecting his blood for use in a later Ritual. Lumian obtained some blood powder from his room.

Previously, Lumian had asked Franca to investigate using the "Magic Mirror Divination" method, which only confirmed that it truly came from the Depths the Spirit World, without any other findings. Now, he wanted the "Gourmet" to try it and see if she could extract more important information.

He remembered clearly that the people of Resurrection Island claimed to be able to die and Resurrection again and again, never to die or grow old, and that the secret lay in their control over the marks Depths death.

This may be a true Pathway to Resurrection the dead.

"Can I eat this?" Lumian, still smiling, pushed the Glass Vial containing powdered old bloodstains towards Ludwig.

Ludwig examined the old bloodstains and powder carefully for a while, then unscrewed the cap and touched them a few times.

"Okay," he replied, not too expectantly.

"Then you can eat half." Lumian watched expectantly as Ludwig shook the small amount of old, blood-stained powder into his mouth, leaving only the last bit.

Ludwig chewed and savored the food, and only after a long while did he offer his "food review":

"It has a strong aura of death and eternal sleep, coming from the Depths the Spirit World."

"It originates from a Men in his thirties who possesses Pathway of both the ' Mystery Pryer ' and 'death' Pathway, has a very poor mental state, and is extremely prone to emotional Loss of Control..."

Upon hearing this, Lumian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow:

This sounds like a description of "The Devil Warlock" Bourman himself!

But this bloodstain powder comes from the Depths the Spirit World, belonging to the Evil Spirit Aden, who was killed by Bourman!

"From Intis Winter Province?" Lumian confirmed his guess.

"Yes," Ludwig said, clicking his tongue.

He then recounted other information gleaned from the bloodstain powder, each detail corroborating the "Devil Warlock's" account.

Surely it couldn't be that Bourman summoned himself, killed himself, and then collected his own blood? Lumian was inexplicably horrified.

Those old bloodstains and powder were definitely not left behind by Bourman for other reasons, because both Franca and Ludwig were certain that bloodstains were closely related to death and the Spirit World, and Lumian had fought That One "Devil Warlock" twice, so he was believed to have been alive at the time.

"The Evil Spirit that Bourman summoned from the Depths of death, following the teachings of Harrison Resurrection Island Visitor, was himself, uh, his own mark?"

"He erased the mark of death from his Depths, and yet he still thinks it's weak?"

This sounds unbelievable...

"What exactly does Harrison of Resurrection Island want to do? What hidden truth lies behind the Resurrection of these islanders?"

Lumian's mind raced, realizing that the Resurrection Island affair was shrouded in Concealment, no less so than the high-level events he had previously experienced.

"Can I have it now?" Ludwig asked again, gazing longingly at the "Deprivation Bullet."

He returned the remaining traces of old blood powder, along with the Glass Vial, to Lumian.

"Okay." Lumian tossed the "Deprivation Bullet" to Ludwig.

Ludwig caught it and shoved the dull bullet into his mouth.

"Just eat it?" Lumian asked with a smile. "Not cooking it? Not making a Cocktail?"

Ludwig replied vaguely, "No need for that, it can be absorbed directly."

As he spoke, he pulled the "Deprivation Bullet" out of his mouth again, as if sucking on an ice pop.

Compared to before, the bullet's matte metal casing was noticeably thinner, and the intricate symbols engraved on its surface were pitted and uneven, showing signs of Teeth.

Ludwig smacked his lips three times before finally putting the bullet, whose gunpowder was now faintly visible inside, into his mouth and chewing and swallowing it with a series of smacking sounds.

Lumian felt a toothache as he read this, gaining a deeper understanding of the various changes brought about by hunger.

After finishing the "Deprivation Bullet," Ludwig closed his eyes, his face filled with relish and longing.

Lumian, meanwhile, felt a pang of regret for the extraordinary bullets he had received from Yebus:

None of the "Weakening Bullet," "Deprivation Bullet," or "Implosion Bullet" served their intended purpose, while the "Toxic Bullet," "Rotting Bullet," and "Pregnancy Bullet" were assigned to Franca.

"How are you feeling?" Lumian asked Ludwig.

"Delicious, the familiar deliciousness," Ludwig replied with his eyes half-closed.

After his initial reaction, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and said with great enthusiasm, "Godfather, can you find out the organization that made that bullet as soon as possible?"

You brat, that's Sect that follows your Deity... But, I can't blame you, you've lost your mind... Besides, for Evil God, as long as the descending Angel can break free of its seal, sacrificing any number of Gifted is worthwhile; returning to the Angel's Stomach is equivalent to returning to the Deity's Heaven... Lumian muttered a few words silently, nodded slightly in agreement, and slowly stood up, walking back to his bedroom.

Lying on the bed, he stared at the dark ceiling with the chandelier hanging above him, feeling no sleepiness whatsoever, even though the scent of Absinthe still lingered in his nostrils.

After gazing silently for an unknown amount of time, Lumian gave a self-deprecating smile and tried to use Meditation to help herself fall asleep.

He slowly sketched out in his mind Orb with eyes and an X.

His state of mind settled down, and sleepiness began to creep in.

At that moment, Lumian paused for a moment.

My Older Sister taught me Meditation, and the Meditation diagrams were just something Older Sister drew on the spot...

Lumian chuckled softly, his laughter shaking.

A few minutes later, he let himself go and recalled every detail of his life in Cordou Village, including the times he spent with Cordu in his dreams.

Even the latter, when viewed now, evokes a certain indescribable warmth.

As her thoughts wandered, Lumian remembered her Older Sister's Contract Creature, "White Paper":

I wonder what state ' White Paper ' is in now...

"Strictly speaking, Aurora isn't completely dead yet; the Contract between her and ' White Paper ' should still exist..."

"It's a pity that Contract Creature aren't Messenger; they can only be summoned by the user. Otherwise, I'd like to summon ' White Paper ' to see how it is..."

"In Aurora's words, is it that seeing something left behind reminds you of that person? Or, is it that liking someone makes you like even their pets?"

"Well, it's not that it's impossible to summon. Since Termiboros, sealed within me, is one with me, then Aurora's Soul Fragments should be as well. My summoning is equivalent to Aurora summoning..."

Thinking of this, Lumian sat up abruptly.

In the darkness, he set up the Altar and recited the Incantation in the corresponding language:

"I!

I summon in my name:

"A spirit wandering in illusion, a benevolent creature that can be commanded, a fragile Orb that understands my heart..."

As the Incantation echoed, the candlelight flickered gently, but nothing happened.

Lumian, who had already activated his "Spirit Vision," did not see the "White Paper" that had appeared in his dream.

Sigh... He lay back down on the bed in disappointment.

Time ticked by, and Lumian, who had been unable to fall asleep, suddenly became wide awake, no longer feeling tired at all.

It's six o'clock in the morning.

Lumian silently got up and began tidying up the Altar.

At that moment, a "Doll" Messenger dressed in a light Golden dress emerged from the void and tossed a dark Coin Pouch and a folded piece of paper onto the table.

The rewards the "Magician" Lady spoke of had arrived? One of them was the "Traveler’s Bag"? Lumian's spirits lifted, and he grabbed the dark Coin Pouch.

The "Doll" Messenger glanced at him, pinched his nose, and said, "Drunkard!"

"My clothes smell awful!"

Uh... Lumian, who hadn't showered or changed her clothes last night, coughed awkwardly and said thank you.

Only after the "Doll" Messenger left did he continue to check what rewards were available.