Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Above the gray fog, Klein recalled the "secret" explanation just now, and subconsciously rubbed his chin.

In charge of luck instead of destiny, this was not mentioned by Zarath in Emperor Roselle's diary.

And the Blasphemy Slate mentioned later, I always thought it was something only in mythology, but it really exists...

Suddenly, he remembered the strange card in Medici's hand in the underground ruins, and his thoughts changed.

"The Card of Blasphemy and the Blasphemy Slate, is there a certain relationship between the two?"

Mysterious finger tapped the armrest on the seat of The World, a little surprised by Klein's question.

"Being able to associate these two things together, you do have some progress."

I am making progress?

These two names just sound like one kind of thing, isn't this something that can be seen with a brain?

His face was livid after being underestimated, but the "secret" was as if he hadn't seen it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the interested Science popularized information that he could know half of his body.

"The blasphemous slate you are talking about actually has two pieces. One is directly derived from the true God of an older era. You can also call him a generation creator."

"The other piece is the one from the second era. After the death of the second-generation creator, the part that evolved from his corpse can be understood as his legacy, the final research result."

The first generation creator, the second generation creator, above the true god?

With a stiff expression, Klein had long forgotten the vague mockery just now, leaning forward without concealment, his mouth wide open.

He felt that he could understand every word "Mystery" said just now, but after connecting them together, the meaning behind those few terms might be more profound than he imagined.

At least my spirituality has begun to touch, and this knowledge itself symbolizes pollution? Klein chased after the information that he might have heard in the past but didn't pay attention to.

"What you said is above the true God, is the person you failed to become, the real reason why you can't go home?"

Seeing "Mystery" frown not so clearly, he realized that his words were not accurate as soon as he finished speaking.

"Well, what I mean is, is it that only the true gods corresponding to 'divine', 'thief', and 'apprentice' involve the authority of the world and can help us go home?"

If any of the true gods can do it, why would the so-called second-generation creator still fall, instead of going home with "mystery"?

This sharp question is like a sharp sword, piercing the secret that has been concealed for a long time. I don't know when, the "secret" has turned into the cold and inorganic appearance of the initial "awakening". The gray fog is thick, and the gilt pattern on the surface of the robe is bright and clear.

He stared deeply at his own half body, his vision pierced through the thick fog blocking the middle.

Klein subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the desire for knowledge and the obsession with returning home still controlled his thinking, pinning him firmly on the seat, unable to move.

"I'm just asking, after all, you haven't really reached that realm, and you may not understand the Creator..." Facing the "mysterious" gaze, Klein suddenly felt as if his brain was becoming smooth. All kinds of complex thinking disintegrated from the inside out, and the prepared drafts are only left to express bluntly.

Suddenly, the things that were wriggling under the "secret" robe came to a standstill, the depth in his eyes suddenly dispersed, there was a moment of sluggishness, and then it turned sharp and swept towards Klein.

However, that gaze didn't seem as sharp as he imagined, but instead, it was like a sigh, telling the slow helplessness.

Although the "secret" who was sitting upright still had the appearance of divine indifference prevailing, his tone had softened.

"Sometimes, the magic box is opened in this way. Unintentional action, knowledge acquired by chance, will lead to disaster unknowingly."

As he spoke, his originally peaceful tone turned sharp, and his icy and inorganic expression was broken like a mask, replaced by a look of annoyance that he hated iron.

"Where's your brain?"

"I didn't just emphasize that there is no one way to monopolize a certain authority, and there are no adjacent ways to do this!"

Klein was startled by the look of it rising up and falling gently. He suddenly felt a heat on his face, and instinctively turned his head to the side.

The "mysterious" who seemed to have no abnormality nodded slightly, and continued to say:

"The creator of the second era also holds the authority of a certain time domain. In many cases, it is only the foundation. The real difficulties are often in the process of implementing the plan."

"The bigger the vision, the more precise the plan is needed. The more precise the plan, the easier it is to collapse on a certain chain. This is the truth summed up in history."

"But human beings can't really learn lessons from history." Klein subconsciously accepted this sentence, but found that his voice was very obvious, and there was silence above the vast gray fog.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, and he turned his eyes blankly.

Sure enough, "Mystery" was looking at him with a complicated face, all kinds of emotions such as doubt, anger, numbness piled up on that handsome face, there was no taste~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In silence, the crimson light suddenly flashed, instantly wrapping it. After Klein arrived, The Fool's seat was instantly empty.

Phew... "Mystery", who was frozen on the seat like a sculpture, let out a long sigh, and the remnants of various emotions could still be seen on his face.

He counted the mottles on the long bronze table in a trance, trying to calm himself down in this way.

"Huh... As expected of me, I do have the talent to be provocative..." He breathed out again, feeling that he had regained the illusion of looking at a child rarely.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Venerate in his head was chattering, and the deity who was provoked to be depleted showed a smile, grabbed his right hand casually in the air, and took out a book.

He rubbed the cover of the book and couldn't help sighing:

"Perhaps, my attitude towards him is too good..."

............

Da da da, in the closed underground room, the telegraph kept spouting words, and news came from a few kilometers away.

The figure sitting beside the desk just glanced at it and jumped up instantly, his face full of signs of staying up late was bright, and he eagerly waved his right hand.

The off-white paper was waving along with the red gloves, attracting the eyes of several red gloves.

The leader, Crestai Cesima, nodded calmly, and involuntarily moved her right hand to the suitcase with silver chains wrapped around her feet.

"What did the telegram say?"

The red-glove member who was in charge of deciphering the telegram handed over the translation without hesitation, and at the same time repeated the contents of the telegram at a very fast rate.

"East District, we have determined the location of Lanvus, they hijacked a hotel, and they seem to be preparing some kind of ceremony!"

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