Klein's pupils dilated instantly above the Gray Fog, and he subconsciously looked down at the mottled long table in front of him.
There were four " Card of Blasphemy " face down, each with a slightly different design on the back.
At that moment, he felt a mix of fear and relief, as if he had been blindfolded and hovering on the edge of Abyss, yet he hadn't fallen in.
If he had dedicated himself to collecting the " Card of Blasphemy " and gathered all twenty-two, or obtained the "Mother" card, given his habit of accumulating different cards to obtain corresponding positions and traits, he might now be corrupted by that " Mother Goddess of Depravity " and possibly conceiving something.
However, I am not Roselle. Even if I had the "Mother" card, I probably wouldn't accept it. Moreover, in order to prevent the gods from finding it, the " Card of Blasphemy " is extremely difficult to collect, almost impossible to gather in full... This seems to be a casual arrangement made by the " Mother Goddess of Depravity." If someone unfortunately obtains the "Mother" card, they will become one of the hidden dangers of this world... Klein withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Roselle Gustav on the iron-black chair through his " Paper Figurine Substitute."
At this moment, Roselle's body rose slightly, his voice sometimes low and sometimes high:
Everything possesses divinity...
" The Original, they were alive, living within everyone!"
Klein frowned slightly, unsure whether it was Roselle speaking or the red moon within him.
He not only already had some understanding of these Concealment, but had also personally experienced them. Now, he wasn't so terrified or panicked; he was simply reminded of the Aurora Order's doctrines he had read about before.
They proclaimed that the Creator is omnipresent, existing within every living being; therefore, all things possess divinity, and those whose divinity is abundant enough can become Angel. The current gods are merely more powerful Angel. For ordinary people, as long as they grasp the essence of life as a spiritual Travel, consciously cultivate and strengthen their spirit, find their own divinity, and unite with more divinities, they can transcend their mortal bodies and become Angel.
At first, he just thought that cults like the Aurora Order Society had a complete set of mystical and religious theories, as formal as orthodox churches. Now, however, he could decipher the truth hidden beneath those words... In a way, that's true. The only problem is, after incorporating more divinity, is it still itself...? The " True Creator " actually put one of the deepest Concealment of this world into his doctrine. Isn't he afraid that some believer might suddenly have an epiphany, learn about the pollution underground, and be corrupted into one of the Original vessels for resurrection? This " The Hanged Man " is really a bit crazy; his rationality isn't always online... Klein muttered a few words to himself, waiting for Roselle to say more.
Two or three seconds passed, and Roselle, who had been wavering between fading into slumber and being reborn, sat back on his iron-black throne, took a breath, and said nothing.
Klein then Manipulation the paper figure to speak:
"Of the things you just said, which should we believe, and which should we be wary of?"
Roselle chuckled and said:
"Think about it yourself."
"Ha, isn't this just the way you ' Seer ' talk?"
He didn't wait for Klein's reply, and said to himself:
"When I created the mask of ' Pale Death,' I realized something: the Death of the Fourth Epoch might not have completely perished, and there's more than one clue to his resurrection, some of which might be related to the ' River of Eternal Darkness.' Heh, the ' Death ' certainly isn't someone who dies so easily..."
At this point, Roselle glanced at Klein below the platform and said:
"Sure enough, only by choosing the ' Seer,' ' Apprentice,' or ' Marauder ' path can a 'transmigrator' enter the ' Sefirah Castle.' By the time I guessed this factor, it was far too late."
"I don't know if you want to become Great Old One, nor do I know if it requires a ritual. I can only tell you that it is definitely much more dangerous than becoming a god. Perhaps the being that preserved us and cast us into reality one by one is waiting for you there."
"The only advice I can give you is to talk to the Deng Shen in the ' Wishing Lamp ' before you try to do it."
The Deng Shen? Could he exploit his feud with the Celestial Worthy to gain some assistance? Klein nodded slightly.
"Good."
After hearing his answer, Roselle sighed and said with a smile:
"If you could truly become Great Old One, you might consider saving me. Only Great Old One can fight against Great Old One."
He paused for a moment, his speech noticeably slowing down:
"If even you, in your Great Old One, cannot completely rid me of the ' The Moon Primordial's ' pollution, then remember to erase me, destroy this mausoleum, and install a new ' Black Emperor,' so that I will never have the chance to be resurrected again..."
The light inside the mausoleum seemed to dim a little more. Klein paused for two seconds before saying:
"I won't forget."
Roselle fell silent, then after a few seconds laughed self-deprecatingly:
"Of course, you'll have to resuscitate me several times before that."
Such humor did not bring a smile to Klein's face; instead, it made him feel even heavier, to the point that he was speechless.
Roselle didn't continue the topic, but instead reminisced:
"My wife has long since passed away, and all the mistresses I once had have surely met their ends. I feel sorry for them; I never truly loved them, I was merely lusting after their beauty and enjoying the Pleasure they brought me..."
"I have no illegitimate children. As an Beyonder, I have a lot to say about this. As for those women before becoming Beyonder, I think they were probably just like me, only lusting after the youthful looks and bodies, enjoying that kind of Pleasure, without leaving any trouble for themselves..."
"My eldest son Charles, has been dead for many years, and I wonder how many descendants he left behind. My second son, Bonova, if nothing unexpected happens, must be Angel now. My feelings for him are complicated; on one hand, I'm indifferent, disappointed, and resentful, but on the other hand, I sometimes secretly care about him. I remember him when he was little, in his first few years after birth, he was so adorable..."
"My eldest daughter, Bernadette, you've already met her, isn't she beautiful? She's been pretty, well-behaved, and intelligent since she was little. She's filial to her father, loves her younger brother, and cares deeply for her mother. Sometimes, she's also exceptionally upright, which makes her seem a bit naive. Several times, when we played chess or games, I secretly cheated to tease her, and she didn't even notice. This temperament made it difficult for her to accept some of the things I did later on. Of course, now I can blame it all on the ' The Moon Primordial,' all because of its pollution. In this respect, I still have to thank it."
"I don't know what stance I should take to make a request to you, after all, I've never helped you and we don't have any real relationship. We're just from the same era and the same place, so we share some hometown ties."
Hearing this, Klein said in a low voice:
"Your diary helped me a lot, allowing me to acquire a lot of advanced knowledge when I was weak, thus avoiding a lot of dangers and enabling me to make targeted efforts."
"Also, those ' Card of Blasphemy ' played different roles at different stages."
"Could we not talk about the diary?" Roselle coughed lightly. "However, I did consciously leave information for the next 'transmigrator' later on. The only thing I can't be sure of is which language you understand."
The emperor slowly exhaled and then said:
"My request is to look after Bernadette and provide her with assistance when needed."
"Although she's almost a big shot in the mystical world, as her father, I still can't help but worry about her."
Klein did not hesitate and had the paper figure answer directly:
I'll take care of her for you.
"... Hmm, something sounds a little off about that?" Roselle's tone suddenly became somewhat strange. "Oh, right, I haven't asked your name yet. As for me, you should know me well, Huang Tao."
" Zhou Mingrui," Klein answered frankly.
"Are you married? Do you have children? How old are they?" Roselle asked three questions in one breath.
"Your Majesty, why are you behaving like a gossipy old lady next door?" Klein shook his head, giving a very concise answer:
"No."
Roselle fell silent again, and after a while said:
"You are of the same generation as me, so Bernadette should call you Uncle Zhou."
"Um..."
As he spoke, a hint of pity inexplicably crept into Roselle's tone:
"When I first came to this era, I treated it all as a game and had a lot of fun. But occasionally I would think back to my hometown and the past that shaped most of my personality and hobbies."
"The longer you live, the more frequently this feeling arises, just like fallen leaves always return to the roots of the tree. However, at least I have a daughter, a wife, and two sons. I still have many attachments in this world and a certain degree of belonging. But you... I can feel your loneliness, a loneliness that seeps into your very bones."
At this point, Roselle suddenly felt a pang of sadness:
"If only we could still live in that era, I would go to work on time every day, sometimes work overtime, and whenever I had free time, I would go to see my daughter at her extracurricular class, pick her up from school, bring my wife the things she repeatedly asked me to bring, and every weekend, I would either go out to play, visit her parents, or visit my parents to keep the elderly company..."
"When life gets to the point where we're completely exhausted, we'll use your invitation as an excuse to go out for drinks. A few of us grown men will sit on the street, eat some skewers, drink some alcohol, brag a bit, complain about our bosses, reminisce about our spirited youth, and urge you to find a girlfriend soon... Then, when we sober up the next day, we'll be ready to face life with renewed enthusiasm..."
Klein listened quietly, without interrupting the Emperor's rambling.
Roselle's voice gradually lowered, then he chuckled and said:
Goodbye, my friend.
"I hope we'll really meet again someday."
His figure moved swiftly and illusoryly, as if disappearing from the present world, leaving only a faint shadow lingering on the iron-black throne.
Roselle Gustav has returned to eternal slumber.