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Chapter 317 The Silver Key
Chapter 317 The Silver Key
"Perhaps you have come close to or even reached the level of a true god."
"And most likely, some of your traits have been retained, so every time I have the thought of observing you with my 'peeping eye,' my spiritual awareness sends a strong warning."
As she spoke, Bernadette's azure eyes scrutinized Sirion intently until he frowned slightly in discomfort, at which point she looked away.
After a brief pause, she turned her head to look out the window. In the cloudless and hazy sky, a few stars were faintly visible. Night was falling, and the sun was being driven down.
Her tone suddenly became more serious: "It's also possible that you possess something, a certain quality, that allows some being behind you to use it to complete a divine descent."
"Therefore, in the battlefield defined by the Hand of Order, you alone face more enemies than the three of us."
"A divine intervention is not a good thing; it's best not to let things escalate to that point."
...Should we test the waters and offer a reminder?
Composing himself, Cyril nodded and then asked, "Did you foresee this?"
Bernadette nodded slightly, then shook her head. "This isn't a prophecy, but rather an intuitive revelation I received after ascending to the level of 'Sage.'"
"When things get to the point of no return, something terrible will befall you and end everything."
"Descend from me? End everything?" Sirion muttered to himself, frowning, without any clue.
...So Bernadette started to associate this with the idea that I was the incarnation of a god or a near-godlike being, or that I was simply a vessel prepared for divine intervention.
It seems to make sense, but something feels off... Am I really that amazing?
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he turned his gaze to Bernadette and reminded her, "You have become an angel walking on earth. Perhaps you could go to the spirit world to meet the Seven Lights. They know many of the secrets and truths of this world."
"There are many secrets that require one to be of angelic status just to understand them."
Bernadette looked at him carefully, then nodded: "Is this your suggestion, or a reminder?"
"I will go to the spirit world later."
After a brief pause, she ended the topic and said, "I will continue to communicate with you through the messenger regarding those diaries and the knowledge about the 'mysterious reappearances.'"
"Furthermore, now that you know my name, you may try reciting it at times, but do not proclaim it."
Cyril nodded and replied earnestly, "I understand. Thank you for your help today."
Bernadette nodded slightly and took a step forward. Her figure suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a vast and illusory torrent of information that pierced through the walls and ceiling and disappeared into the room.
As Bernadette disappeared from sight, he rubbed his temples and pulled over a chair to sit down.
From their conversation, he could sense that Bernadette seemed to treat him as someone on the same level.
In the vibrant, layered spirit realm, torrents of information surged and rapidly reconstructed Bernadette's figure.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at the seven clear, flowing beams of light that always lingered at the very top of the spirit realm.
As she pondered how to proactively contact Qiguang, the ever-flowing, clear light above her head suddenly drew closer to her.
The bright yellow light condensed before her eyes, transforming into a thin old man wearing a lemon-yellow robe and sporting a long white beard.
"Hello, Ms. Bernadette, I am Huang Guang (Venitya)."
"I understand why you've come. Since it's His Highness's request, I will tell you the truth about this world."
"That...Your Highness?" A hint of surprise flashed in Bernadette's eyes.
She knew that the "yellow light" Venetian was referring to as His Highness was referring to Cyril, but it was precisely because she knew that she found it unbelievable.
Although she no longer regarded Cyril as an ordinary mid-sequence Extraordinary based on his special behavior, Huang Guang's attitude made her raise her opinion of Cyril even higher.
"Yellow Light" Venitan nodded slightly, then several wisps of clear light emanated from his body and quickly disintegrated, turning into streams of pure information that were transmitted to Bernadette.
For angels using the "peeping to the secrets" method, informational communication is far more convenient than verbal communication.
Bernadette stood quietly in place, momentarily lost in thought, before processing all the information transmitted by the "yellow light".
Her expression gradually became serious, and her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
"Is this the truth about the end times that all seven major orthodox churches have mentioned?"
"No wonder all the gods, good and evil, reject the 'Mother Tree of Desire' and the 'Primordial Moon' of the Rose School's beliefs."
"This is truly a heavy, oppressive, and hopeless future."
Collecting her thoughts, she looked at "Yellow Light" Venetian and asked earnestly, "Faced with the existence beyond the barrier, even the Seven Gods cannot resist. I want to know, is there any hope for this world?"
After a brief moment of thought, Venetian, "Yellow Light," replied, "The great ruler above the spirit realm is returning."
"The great ruler above the spirit realm?" Bernadette frowned slightly; this was yet another unfamiliar term.
She paused, then asked thoughtfully, "I'd like to know what the relationship is between that prince you just mentioned and the great ruler of the Spirit Realm?"
"Yellow Light" Venitan looked up at the other pure lights hovering above the spirit realm, then shook his head and sighed, "I don't know."
"They may be friends or enemies; we cannot glimpse the thoughts of those truly great beings."
After a slight pause, He continued, "That prince claims to be from the unknowable sublime, a gateway to dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy."
From the unknown...
Bernadette lowered her eyes, and the next second, her vision blurred as she saw a majestic figure sitting high in the starry sky casting his gaze upon her.
She froze, her thoughts becoming sluggish.
This was similar to the gaze she felt after interpreting the information Venetian had given her, but not quite the same. It wasn't malicious, but it seemed closer to her than those beings outside the barrier.
Before she could react and try to block out the gaze as she had done before, she suddenly realized that the figure who had been looking at her had disappeared.
It was as if they only glanced at each other because they were mentioned.
...I didn't recite it or fully recall the name just now, but I was still noticed.
So, will simply knowing about it lead to detection?
An existence that surpasses even the true god...
Is He the source of the danger I sensed from Cyril Gray?
Was it also at the behest of Cyril Gray to remind me to seek out Seven Lights to learn the truth about the world?
Judging from his previous performance, this is no longer an ordinary relationship between a follower and a god, but more like that of a "son of steam" and a "god of steam and machinery".
After letting her thoughts wander for a while, she reined in her thoughts to avoid being noticed by the same being again.
She then looked at "Yellow Light" Venitan, nodded slightly, and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for telling me the truth about this world."
"Yellow Light" Venitan smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be polite. After becoming an angel, you will come into contact with these things sooner or later."
Above the dimension, in that dark space studded with colorful stars, Sirien withdrew his gaze and exhaled softly.
He had just been listening to Triss's prayer, and when "Yellow Light" Venetian uttered his name, he noticed and cast his gaze upon her.
He had only glanced at it out of curiosity, but due to the special nature of the spirit world and the powerful spiritual intuition of the "sage," he ended up staring directly into Bernadette's eyes.
As someone who had a certain degree of control over his own portrait, he could clearly sense the exact moment Bernadette saw him.
"Although I don't know what Bernadette is thinking, I have a feeling that she's overthinking things."
"It's a good thing she's already an angel, otherwise such a gaze would be somewhat corrupted."
He muttered something under his breath, leaned back, and then left the space above the dimension.
Inside a cheap rental room in the East District.
Triss, who had just finished praying, was suddenly struck by inspiration and turned to look at the direction of the glass window behind her.
Countless tiny starlight burst forth from the void, swiftly outlining a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
Immediately afterwards, Cyril emerged from behind the "door".
Cyril nodded slightly to her, then said, "I've come to retrieve my spoils. By the way, would you like to hear a story about my lord?"
Triss smiled and nodded immediately: "Of course."
After a moment of contemplation, Sirion spoke leisurely: "My lord comes from the unknowable, without beginning or end. He is the sum total of all time and space, the ruler of time and space, the source of all illusions, and the embodiment of infinite wisdom."
"At the same time, He is also an observer from beyond the world, a beacon guiding the truth, a door to truth, a key to truth, and truth itself..."
"He observes all things in the world from beyond it; wherever He sees, destiny flows and life blossoms; where He does not see, all things wither and the world perishes."
"Our Lord appreciates those pure and strong beliefs, for they are the seeds of dreams. Whenever someone shines with the light of faith, the Lord casts his gaze upon them."
He stopped speaking only when he felt his mouth was dry and he could no longer find the words in his mind.
Looking at Triss, who was listening intently, he composed himself, smiled, and asked, "Do you have any questions you'd like me to answer?"
"Of course, it has to be something I can answer, since I don't have infinite wisdom."
Triss curled her lips into a smile tinged with sadness and melancholy: "I want to know the truth behind all of this."
"And should I pursue revenge at all costs, or should I pursue my own future?"
Cyril pondered for a moment before replying, "The royal family has sacrificed their 'conqueror' status by inviting the Witch Cult to cooperate with them and help them do things they themselves are not comfortable doing."
"The secret lies in Backlund; the previous smog was meant to cover up some traces they left behind."
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"You'll need to investigate further yourself. If you find anything, remember to let me know; I'm curious too."
After a brief pause, he continued, "Seeking revenge for yourself, your friends, or your lover does not conflict with pursuing your own future."
Before she could finish speaking, Triss hurriedly explained in a hoarse voice, "Not a lover, just a poor fellow who shares my misery."
"I loathe him, pity him, but I'm also grateful to him. If it weren't for his final concession, I still wouldn't have been able to escape Red Rose Manor this time."
Sensing the other person's unstable emotions, Sirien didn't continue the topic and casually pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.
"The Lord's gaze and blessings will accompany everyone who dares to fight against fate; this is a gift for you."
Triss paused for a moment, then curiously reached out and took the letter, unfolding it before her eyes: "Sequence 4 Iron-Blooded Knight, a purely masculine domain. This sequence will henceforth exist only in males."
Main materials: Core of the Magma Giant, Disaster Stone.
Additional materials: 80 ml of boiling lava, 20 g of plant powder contaminated by the Disaster Stone, 20 g of soil soaked in soldiers' blood from a large battlefield, and one acorn.
Promotion Ceremony: Assemble a team of at least thirty people, cultivate deep camaraderie among them, help them grow stronger one after another, and develop perfect teamwork so that they can understand each other's intentions through eye contact and gestures, becoming almost one with one another. Then, they will perform the ceremony.
The higher the team's skill level and coordination, the better the ceremony will be.
"This is...?" Triss's expression was one of astonishment mixed with a mix of nervous joy.
Cyril took two steps back, leaned against the window frame, and said leisurely, "The Hunter pathway, Sequence 4, once you become the Sequence 5 Witch of Pain, you'll have two choices, or perhaps five."
"Stay on the original path and become the Despair Witch of Sequence 4," or jump to the adjacent path and become the Iron-Blooded Knight.
"Or you can choose to jump to one of the three paths: 'Corpse Collector,' 'Sleepless,' or 'Warrior.'"
"Choosing these three paths will have certain limitations, but for the vast majority of extraordinary individuals, these limitations are too distant to be considered significant."
Similarly, none of these three methods have the effect of forcibly changing gender.
Triss was silent for a moment, then laughed, laughed loudly, and laughed until tears streamed down her face.
A few seconds later, she composed herself, looked up at Sirion, and said earnestly, "I understand. Thank you, and thank you, God, for this gift. I love it."
She paused for a moment, then asked, "Besides prayer, what title should I use to address my Lord in everyday conversations?"
Cyril paused for a moment, and a few words unconsciously popped into his mind: "You can call me Master... Silver Key."