In the darkness

Hold!

Although Lumian had the idea of taking the risk, he hadn't really made up his mind yet. Faced with the sudden extinguishing of the White Candles, he couldn't help but curse in his mind and subconsciously tried to activate the Black Mark on his right shoulder to "Teleportation" out of the Catacombs.

At that moment, he felt an icy chill spreading through the palm of his right hand, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation.

This made him more lucid, and he did not notice any other unpleasant changes in his body.

As expected... Lumian instantly regained his composure and abandoned the idea of using the "Spirit World Traversal" ability.

His guess was proven correct!

He quietly clenched his right palm, preventing the prominent "Underworld Daoist" seal marks from being "seen" by anything else in the darkness.

After being mistaken for one of their own by the aged, decaying, and obviously abnormal Catacombs Administrator, Lumian suspected that this was caused by the seal of the "Underworld Daoist".

It is important to know that the "Samaritan Woman Spring" is closely related to the "Underworld Daoist," and one of the important reasons for the construction of the Trier Catacombs was to seal the effects of the "Samaritan Woman Spring." The Catacombs Administrator would also take turns guarding the huge Tomb Chamber leading to the "Samaritan Woman Spring."

Since the Catacombs Administrator underwent the Mutation can walk in the darkness of the Catacombs without carrying a lit White Candles and does not disappear, then theoretically, I, sealed by the "Underworld Daoist," should also be able to do so!

Of course, this was extremely risky. If the guess was wrong, even the traces of its existence would be wiped out. As a result, even though Lumian was already having crazy ideas, he still couldn't make up his mind.

In the absolute darkness where he could see nothing, Lumian felt as if he were in the Underground River in Trier, surrounded by cold, dampness, heaviness, and deathly silence.

But his breathing did not become difficult; his body and soul were drawing air from the thick, Gloom "water" in a strange way, maintaining their existence.

He seemed to have become a fish at the bottom of a deep, dark pool.

The darkness did indeed flow like water, layer upon layer, covering and pressing down, isolating this space from the surrounding area and the outside world.

The next second, Lumian heard the old administrator's hoarse and indifferent voice:

"During this time, three people tried to approach the spring, but I stopped them."

Three people... Lumian perked up and asked, "Which three people?"

"Once, it was Attendant of darkness and death accompanied by a ' Hunter,'" the aged administrator described in his own way.

The Attendant of darkness and death are with the "Hunter"... Isn't this me and Lady Hella? No, Lady Hella and me? You still remember us... Lumian first realized, then muttered to himself.

He had previously thought that this elderly caretaker was different from the more active caretakers like Kendall, and was close to being Corpse, recognizing people not by sight, but by sensing their aura. When Lumian entered the Catacombs and arrived at the "Old Ossuary Entrance," he encountered two Catacombs Administrator who were showing visitors around. Neither of them regarded him as one of their own, but instead reminded him not to wander around alone and to keep the White Candles Burning for illumination.

"Who's the other one?" Lumian pressed.

Is it Harrison, or Monet, the incarnation of Amon active in the Catacombs?

The aged Catacombs Administrator said in a dull, hoarse voice, "An Outsider. His senses are similar to ours, yet different, so I stopped him."

It feels very similar... the difference is... Outsider... After pondering these descriptive phrases for a while, Lumian concluded that it was very likely Harrison, the Resurrection Island Visitor!

"What does he look like?" Lumian asked, trying to control his emotions and appear calm.

His vision couldn't penetrate the darkness; he couldn't even see the silhouette of the old administrator. But he could clearly sense that the other person was right in front of him, no more than two meters away.

He then heard the aged administrator reply, "I've been an administrator for so long that I've forgotten so many things."

Even death itself vanishes here, let alone our memories.

"I don't remember what he looked like, I only know that he didn't look like us Intis people, nor did he look like the Loenian or the Feysac people."

After a brief pause, the Catacombs Administrator said in a still flat tone, "I should go back and rest..."

Lumian neither tried to dissuade him nor asked any further questions.

This was because, although he hadn't heard any footsteps or sensed any movement ahead, a very clear thought suddenly occurred to him:

That person has already left.

He doesn't look like Intis, Loenian, Feysac... Outsider... who has been to the Fourth Level of the Catacombs in recent months... Lumian went over That One Catacombs Administrator's answer in his mind again and again.

Suddenly, he thought of something:

Franca mentioned that she encountered a man in the Catacombs who seemed to be from the world of "Celestial Master," the world they Transmigration from before they transmigrated. Her basis for judgment was that the man's appearance was very similar to that of people from that world, and he was somewhat different from the people of Intis, Loen, Feynapotter, and Feysac!

"So, Franca encountered the old administrator who tried to stop That One from leaving? And that That One was very likely Harrison, a visitor from Resurrection Island..."

Is Resurrection Island actually a point where two worlds meet?

"The reason the sea chart leading to Resurrection Island is Error is because it lacks any Mysticism content. Even if you reach the designated Sea Area, you'll only encounter danger and won't see your target."

"This perfectly explains Franca's Divination result that 'the sea chart is real' and the instances where adventurers couldn't find Resurrection Island. The sea chart was indeed real, but it didn't record the method to open the ' Island Gate '!"

"If that's the case, then the reason Franca and the others were Transmigration, and the purpose of the Resurrection Island inhabitants appearing on the Southern and Northern Continent, should all have deeper explanations..."

"The good thing is that Franca has seen someone who resembles Harrison and has drawn a portrait of him through Ritual, which will help us find the target later."

"Hehe, Franca and Jenna's expedition yielded a lot of crucial information about important matters, and it was filled with the feeling of being arranged."

"This might not have been done by that That One, but it's highly likely related to the avatar of Amon who frequently appears here..."

Lumian's biggest question now is why the "True Creator," or Amon, would take this matter so seriously. The "help" they provided before was mostly related to fighting the Evil God Outside the Barrier, not to the problems of another world.

"Hmm, could That One Celestial Worthy be considered Evil God Outside the Barrier?"

"He comes from the world of ' Celestial Master '?"

"Is this also part of the invasion by the Evil God?"

Lumian made a brief guess and then considered another question:

The question is whether or not to tell Franca, "007," Lady. Hella, and the other members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society."

Lumian could already imagine what the scene would be like:

A group of members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society," including Franca, frantically and relentlessly set sail in search of Resurrection Island, marked on the nautical charts. But finding Resurrection Island was dangerous; finding it was even more dangerous!

Lumian, however, would prefer to see Franca remain in her current state.

Aside from being conflicted about gender, I've always been happy.

After a moment of silence, Lumian laughed somewhat awkwardly, muttering to himself in the dark, underwater environment, "Would you stop searching for a way to Resurrection Aurora because of danger or the expectations of others?"

Would you give up resisting because of danger or other people's expectations?

"Would you refrain from merging with Ombella's Bloodline because of danger or other people's expectations?"

"Won't!"

Lumian made a decision and began to focus his attention on his surroundings.

He couldn't see anything, but he vaguely felt figures wandering in the darkness, and felt hands reaching out to him, grabbing his arms, ankles, neck, and body, but it didn't have any real effect.

No, there was one thing: Lumian was noticeably colder. Even with the physical characteristics of a "Reaper," he could barely contain himself, his pores contracting and he was shivering slightly.

He also heard faint, Pain, and Despair cries, but he couldn't tell which direction they were coming from.

"Are these the people who disappeared in the Catacombs before?" Lumian tried to listen carefully, to find one or two missing persons, and to figure out their current status, but to no avail.

Suddenly, he shivered.

A chilling, deathly stillness seeped into his mind.

His thinking became slightly sluggish, and his memories of some things became somewhat hazy.

"The seal of the ' Underworld Daoist ' only prevented me from disappearing on the spot, even extinguishing traces of my Past, but it couldn't stop me from being eroded by the abnormally slow pace here, just like those Catacombs Administrator? Moreover, the speed at which I'm being eroded is significantly faster than theirs..." Lumian flicked out a Flames, lighting the White Candles in his hand.

The feelings of darkness, coldness, heaviness, deathly silence, and dampness immediately receded as the light spread.

Lumian glanced at the candle flame in his hand, nodded, and muttered to himself, "I was just trying to understand the seal of the ' Underworld Daoist ' as an alternative White Candles flame, but now it seems they are different, completely different in essence."

"One originated from a sealed anomaly, and the other borrowed the power that sealed this place?"

Lost in thought, Lumian, holding a Burning White Candles, retraced his steps back up the way he came.

When he returned to the "Old Ossuary Entrance," he saw that the college students from before were gone.

"Scared away like that?" Lumian scoffed, slowly leaving the Catacombs and returning to Inferno Square.

Memorial Hall District, 9 Orosei Street, Apartment 702.

Franca was about to go out to gather information on the "Person in the Mirror," saw Lumian again.

"Why are you here again?" the "Pleasure Witch" asked, her lips twitching slightly.