Before the power permeated by Tenebrous World and the Abyss projected by the Dark Side of the Universe came into contact, a pure white sun materialized above the sky.
Pure, clear, and piercingly bright light spilled across the entire world, lighting up the sky, the earth, and the ocean, lighting up the entire Forsaken Land of the Gods. Not a single thread of darkness remained, leaving no shadow behind.
The blazing white sunlight with extreme force purified the power and aura of all domains such as shadow, filth, degeneracy, darkness, and curses.
Whether it was the Abyss projected over by the Dark Side of the Universe, the prototype of a divine kingdom created by the Chained God, or the power permeating out of Tenebrous World, all melted bit by bit into transparent liquid under this light, disintegrating into wisps of thin greenish-black smoke.
Upon the gray fog barrier that reflected a sheet of pure white under the piercing sunlight, a deep, dark vortex slowly took shape, from which uncoordinated, un-clear golden brilliance continuously overflowed.
This brilliance traveled rapidly along the solidified gray fog barrier, outlining one after another bizarre character distinct from known languages, forming paragraph after paragraph of words capable of prying rules:
"Light decreases here, darkness increases here."
"Mystery decreases here, reality increases here."
"This place is suitable for breaking through the seal."
"This place...."
The pale gold characters suddenly jammed, unable to write out the words behind no matter what, as if having lost this part of knowledge.
....
Situated within the Land of Perfection of the Astral World, Roselle held an open brass-colored book in his hand, nodding gently toward Leyton who had already returned to the Astral World as he said:
"Help me keep an eye on the Genie, and further, the Uncertain Mist outside. When necessary, you can send the Genie back into the cosmos ahead of time to prevent Him from causing destruction."
Leaving this instruction, Roselle turned around and walked toward the edge of the Land of Perfection. His figure turned quite illusory all at once, as if becoming a certain illusion, gradually disappearing from the Land of Perfection.
After Roselle left, Aranbell, who was holding Bugs Bunny, walked out from the void, asking with a tone leaking a bit of curiosity:
"You truly do not plan to intervene in the struggle between the Sefirot and the deities?"
Leyton glanced at Bugs Bunny, who was more and more enjoying being petted on the head by Aranbell, letting out a sigh in his heart as he shook his head and said:
"I am not that perverted City of Calamity; I have no interest in participating in disputes and broadcasting calamity."
"Moreover, I have already taken enough benefits from them, signing a contract under the witness of the Nation of Disorder."
"At least before Roselle takes control of the Nation of Disorder, I do not plan to actively violate the contract. I am not the Celestial Worthy; there is no way for me to bypass so many restrictions on the rules."
"But I do not have restrictions in this aspect, yet you make me follow you all the time." Aranbell obviously did not quite believe Leyton's explanation, appearing somewhat hesitant.
Leyton glanced at Bugs Bunny's face full of an enjoying expression, saying casually: "Then return the rabbit to me?"
Aranbell turned his head away and said:
"Having accepted the gift of destiny, it counts as my blessed one. This was proposed by you after all. For existences like us, even a verbal promise carries a certain validity."
"Alright, I am going to wait for the result of the struggle between that Fool and Amon. If He can win, I will help Him complete the ritual of fooling destiny. I can feel that those two fellows outside the barrier are already drooling at me."
Finishing his words, Aranbell's body turned illusory, disintegrating into countless silver-white flowing lights that transformed into a giant, illusory silver-white serpent, taking Bugs Bunny out of the Land of Perfection.
"Although it cannot directly intervene with Sefirah Castle, favor from destiny should still be of some use."
Muttering to himself, Leyton cast his gaze toward the Original Creator's Barrier situated at the edge of the Astral World.
There, one Scroll of Civilization after another unfolded, continuously overlapping with one another to isolate all the gaze and influence of the outer deities of the cosmos.
Gazing at those unfolded Scrolls of Civilization, Leyton suddenly furrowed his brows, sensing some uncoordinated, inharmonious factors.
Silently pausing for two seconds, he raised his hand to press against his brow. Individual eyes flashing with pure light grew out from amidst the flashing stars of the Astral World.
They rapidly shifted their positions, appearing at various places of the Scrolls of Civilization, wiping away the colors on the surface of the scrolls like an eraser to reveal the dark black traces underneath.
Beneath the coverage of the colors, the Scrolls of Civilization had long since suffered the erosion of curses and corruption, exposing one burnt hole after another.
"The aura of the curse belongs to the Tree of Desire. That layer of color floating upon the Scrolls of Civilization is the obscuring coming from the High-Dimensional Overseer. There are also the Mother Goddess of Depravity and the Uncertain Mist who utilized pillar-level symbols and distorted rules to increase the intensity of the curse erosion."
"Moreover, to be able to corrode the Scrolls of Civilization so easily, and further leave the informational avatar I kept in the divine kingdom completely unaware, this must have the obscuring of high-level destiny."
"It looks like those fellows in the cosmos have reached a certain tacit understanding regarding the matter of breaking through the barrier."
Amidst his low-voiced self-muttering, Leyton saw one after another abstract face that could not be described concretely materialize upon the invisible barrier, venting power wantonly to speed up the progress of the curse erosion.
Streams of unbrilliant, un-clear "light" devoid of any color, condensed from information, flowed out from the eyes generated in the Astral World, continuously converging into those unfolded Scrolls of Civilization to fill up the loopholes corroded by the curses therein.
Amidst the tug-of-war between the erosion of curses and the filling of information, the sound of illusory matters shattering echoed between the overlapping and unfolding Scrolls of Civilization.
That fixed star thrown over by the Supernova Dominator broke through the blockade. Piercing light and heat splashed down, lighting up the entire Astral World.
Under the dazzling light, Leyton saw a pool of meat clumps covered fully in sharp teeth and stomas that could not be described concretely—the Primordial Hunger among the outer deities of the cosmos who had consistently not taken action.
He had consistently been gnawing at that Scroll of Civilization that sealed the fixed star through the cracks of the barrier. The actions of the other outer deities were both a trial and a type of cover.
"The Key of Light ran away truly at the right time."
Leyton complained expressionlessly. The Key of Light, who could already be called the incarnation of destiny, could bound to foresee something ahead of time; running away precisely at this time made it difficult not to make people suspicious.
Restraining his thoughts, Leyton snapped his fingers with a pa sound. In an instant, the entire Astral World lost its color, turning into an abstract black-and-white oil painting.
He utilized the authority of Paragon to conduct a certain degree of modification on the physical laws of the Astral World, making the light and heat of the fixed star difficult to broadcast out.
Simultaneously, an illusory book opened at the edge of the barrier, forcefully changing all the breath and power breaking through the barrier into pure knowledge, information, and words, imprinting them into the book.
.....
Inside that ancient palace resembling a giant's dwelling above the gray fog, Amon, whose body shape was in a semi-collapsed state, looked at Klein with a smile as He said:
"As an Error, after letting go of the suppression over the Celestial Worthy's will inside my body, I can create some bugs for myself to deceive Sefirah Castle, making it mistakenly believe that the reviving Celestial Worthy's consciousness inside my body has taken the dominant position."
"Under this kind of condition, even if you have already taken control of Sefirah Castle, I can still snatch a portion of the permissions over, and can even hold permissions surpassing yours to kick you out of the game."
Klein sneered expressionlessly:
"You can try. Just nice, I am very curious: within such a short period of time, have you truly understood and grasped the courage of sacrifice?"
"Last time you chose to abandon the authority of Door; this time, will you abandon the authority of Error?"
Klein did not experience emotional fluctuations because of Amon's words. Even compared to the last time, this time he was more confident in defeating Amon, even if he could no longer be counted as a true Fool after separating the characteristics.
Ignoring the divine kingdom full of errors that Amon attempted to create, Klein grafted the probability of a fixed star onto himself.
Infinite and endless light erupted, destroying everything above the gray fog in an instant, swallowing Amon from whom one after another tentacle extended.
Outside the barrier, that fixed star which broke through the blockade of the Scrolls of Civilization suddenly dimmed, losing a vast amount of light and heat.
"Although I cannot summon historical projections involving a Uniqueness, I can take shortcuts to graft various already formed Beyonder abilities—with the permission of the user."
"And it just happens that among my allies, there is a Great Old One capable of crushing you."
While speaking, Klein dragged an open illusory book out from the void in front of him.
Amidst the flipping of the book pages, Amon's body collapsed uncontrollably, decomposing into stream after stream of chaotic, pure knowledge that converged into the book.
"See, isn't this very simple? And I only need one fooling, one deception, and a portion of the information sealed within the book will become your true body."
"Of course, if you thoroughly abandon your self to become that Celestial Worthy, after thoroughly taking control of Sefirah Castle, you can easily resolve the current distress, suppressing and reclaiming my authority and characteristics to directly become a complete, returned Great Old One."
"A pity, you shouldn't have this courage."
At the same time as he spoke, Klein's hands kept moving without pause, for a moment taking out the invisible Emperor's New Clothes, for a moment taking out peas capable of growing into a forest, chess pieces capable of affecting time, a boundary isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect to....
Under the continuous impact and strikes, Amon's body shape thoroughly collapsed, turning into a pool of vortex interwoven from silver-white and gray fog, from which individual tentacles made of twelve transparent segments extended, slapping the surroundings frantically.
The aura upon His body suddenly pulled high, becoming ancient and becoming terrifying, looking as though He truly abandoned His self to obtain more permissions of Sefirah Castle.
Klein watched this scene in silence without shrinking back a single bit. He was gambling that this was Amon's deception, gambling that this seemingly daring yet actually cautious God of Mischief dared not truly let the Celestial Worthy's consciousness inside His body revive completely—this meant abandoning His self, being no different from death.
Without caring about the loss of Sefirah Castle permissions, complex and illusory symbols converged within Klein's eyes one after another.
A vast amount of chaotic and useless knowledge transformed into a terrifying information storm, pouring frantically into Amon's head, pouring into the body of every single Worm of Time along the connections, and even beginning to expand toward the clones outside the gray fog.