In the middle of the primitive island, in the Black Emperor mausoleum.
After sending away Bernadette, Roselle didnât immediately fall into a deep sleep. He slowly raised his head and looked up once again into the infinite distance.
Above the gray fog, Klein sighed silently. He put down the Staff of the Stars and grabbed a paper figurine before shaking it.
With a smacking sound, the paper figurine rapidly thickened and expanded before flying into the translucent vortex formed from illusory mysterious symbols beside The Foolâs chair.
Although Bernadette had already moved to the edge of the primitive island and Klein could no longer see the situation inside the Black Emperor mausoleum through the prayer light. However, he could use the symbol of The Fool that had merged with Roselleâs figure to maintain a connection with the Emperor up to a certain extent.
After the paper figurine passed through the slowly spinning vortex, it descended into the dim mausoleum which had an unknown light source. It then turned into a human in front of the central platform.
This humanâs black hair and brown eyes were somewhat similar to Gehrman Sparrowâs, but he didnât have clear-cut features. The lines werenât deep enough, and his bearing wasnât cold enough. There were also certain differences in his facial features. His chin and stomach had a small amount of fat induced by an indulgent society. It was Kleinâs original appearance as Zhou Mingrui, the Zhou Mingrui who had been hanging inside Sefirah Castle for thousands of years beside Roselle Huang Tao Gustav.
Roselle wasnât surprised by his appearance. With one hand on the armrest, he leaned forward slightly and said, âYouâre here.â
âIâm here.â Klein nodded indiscernibly.
âYou shouldnât be here.â Roselle sighed.
âIâm already here.â Klein very naturally participated in completing the meme populated by a popular Chinese novel by Gu Long.
Having completely confirmed the origins of the fellow in front of him, Roselle returned to his normal sitting posture, chuckling as he said, âI originally planned on asking where youâre from to see thereâs any need for regional discrimination[1], but after some thought, thereâs no need for that. Weâre all anachronistic miserable wretches without a home.â
Without waiting for Kleinâs reply, the Emperorâs voice sank as he asked, âYou know the truth about the apocalypse?â
âYes.â Klein nodded slightly.
Roselle continued asking, âYou know that this is Earth?â
âYes,â Klein answered frankly.
When Roselle heard that, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
âYou actually learned about it so early. I only dared to confirm it after I went to the moon and saw the true appearance of this planet from high above.â
At this point, the Emperor sighed and said, âThe moon is bizarre. I clearly felt terror, but I didnât even consider the possibility of being corrupted. Then, I became more and more extreme.
âHowever, I did occasionally gain a certain level of clarity from the views of people around me, but I didnât dare to write it in the diary in that state. I was afraid of exposing secrets and losing my final chance.
âI eventually decided to use all the groundwork I did previously to switch to the Black Emperor pathway. Apart from the impending apocalypse with Sequence 0s being the only ones capable of protecting the people âTheyâ wish to protect, âTheyâ can hide them in other planets in the vast universe and use the corresponding authorities to rebuild a set of order for humans to survive in desolate lands. I also saw the hope of escaping my corruption, by using the Black Emperorâs ability to âresurrect.â
âAs long as I became a Sequence 0 Black Emperor and was truly killed after turning half-crazy, Iâd have the chance of resurrecting in the mausoleum or in the astral world. When that happened, what would return to me would be a pure Uniqueness and three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics. I wouldnât be tainted at all, nor will I contain an uncontrollable madness.
âSpeaking of which, I made use of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery to a certain extent back then.
âBut the horror of the Great Old Ones far exceeded my imagination. Accompanying my revival was a new life of corruption⊠Perhaps only Great Old Ones can resist Great Old Ones.
âI could only terminate the revival process, and live such an ignoble existence in my final mausoleum to prevent the Great Old One from using my body to be born in the real world. That wouldâve brought about a devastating disaster.â
Klein had long guessed Emperor Roselleâs condition based on what he knew and what had just happened. He wasnât surprised at all as he calmly replied, âThe one who corrupted you is called the Mother Goddess of Depravity. âSheâ has bewitched many believers as the embodiment of the Primordial Moon.â
The facial features that appeared faintly on Roselleâs face immediately changed.
He fell silent for a few seconds before saying, âI know the Primordial Moon, but I didnât know that âHerâ true honorific name is the Mother Goddess of Depravity.
âNow that I think about it, my discovery of Mr. Doorâs cry for help might not have been a coincidenceâŠâ
Upon hearing this, Klein was alarmed. He instantly recalled the situations happening off-island. He had some sort of premonition about what Emperor Roselle was about to say.
Roselle laughed and sighed.
âThe biggest problem in the first half of my life was that I was too confident. I always had the feeling that I could reload a save file and redo things. I didnât pay enough attention to the details.
âBack then, Grimm was corrupted by the strange powers on this island. He returned here after dying and regained new life. Isnât this the influence of the Primordial Moon? After I finished all sorts of investigations and did the corresponding purifications, I felt that I was fine. But in fact, fate mightâve undergone a tiny change at that moment. This resulted in me encountering Mr. Door later, and was slowly guided to the moon by âHimââŠ
âYou canât blame Mr. Door. âHisâ condition might be worse than mine.â
Does the Emperor mean that he has been targeted by the Mother Goddess of Depravity the moment he discovered this primitive island? Klein sighed.
âAt that time, who wouldâve thought that the problem would be so serious?â
Before Sequence 2, understanding the cosmos and the Great Old Ones led to terrifying corruption. And without understanding it, one wouldnât be able to accurately determine how serious the problem or what kind of patchwork was needed subsequently when faced with certain situations. This made Roselle treat this primitive island as his secret base; thus not informing existences that had the right to understand the Outer Deities, Great Old Ones, and Cosmos.
âThatâs right.â Roselle seemed to be very gratified that he had committed a mistake that almost anyone would make.
He then said, âIn that ancient and secretive organization, there was almost no mention of the Great Old Ones or Outer Deities.â
At that moment, Roselle paused for a moment before saying, âYou shouldâve read my diary. You should know what the ancient and hidden organization represents.â
Klein nodded.
âI know which organization it is referring to. I never expected that you wouldnât dare mention the name of âHisâ organization after having the level of a Sequence 0.â
âI have a nagging feeling that âHeâ isnât simple. âHeâ might have an understanding of the Outer Deities that far exceeds our imagination, so itâs better to be more careful. After all, Iâm not a complete Sequence 0 true god.â After Roselle said this simple sentence, his brows suddenly furrowed. âHow much of my diary did you read?â
If the atmosphere wasnât that heavy and sorrowful, Klein would definitely find it irresistible to reply with âthe taste of a Demoness ainât badâ as a way to tease his fellow Earthling.
Finally, he replied calmly, âPlenty.â
After saying the word, he casually added, âI even found a few Cards of Blasphemy.â
âWhich ones?â Roselle blurted out.
Klein controlled the paper figurineâs expression from above the gray fog and said in a flat tone, âBlack Emperor, Tyrant, Red Priest, and The Fool.â
âPhewâŠâ Roselle exhaled as the faint crease on his brows eased. âThankfully, itâs not the Demoness, The Moon, and the Mother card.â
You had to mention it yourself⊠Klein didnât respond as he looked at the Emperor without a change in expression.
After Roselle said that, he realized something and hurriedly coughed.
âWell weâve all watched live-streams, so you should know very well how normal it is to cross-dressâŠâ
As he spoke, he coughed again and sighed.
âWhich pathway are you from?â
âSeer,â Klein replied succinctly.
Roselle immediately fell silent. After a few seconds, he said, âUnfortunately, if everything is fine and dandy, you should be responsible for pulling out a large-screen television and a game console from the Historical Void. We can chat while playing. Thatâs a romantic dream of us men.â
Unfortunately, thereâs no electricity. I have to rely on you to invent it⊠Klein didnât voice out his thoughts. He maintained his tone and said, âI hope such a day will come.â
Then, he pulled the topic back on track.
âIâm very curious why the Card of Blasphemy you created canât even be found by deities? Such a level of anti-divination and anti-prophecy is amazing.â
Roselle immediately chuckled.
âItâs because knowledge can bring power, and power can also bestow knowledge. This is the authority of a Knowledge Emperor.
âAfter I infused the potion formula of the twenty-two pathways with power, they naturally produced the convergence powers between Beyonder characteristics. They also gained anti-divination and anti-prophecy effects to a certain extent.
âAnd thenâŠâ
As he spoke, Roselle suddenly paused, as though he had sensed something amiss.
After one or two seconds, he said in an ethereal voice, âThe creation of the Card of Blasphemy was a year before I held the Black Emperor ritual. Back then, I had already suffered the corruption of the Primordial Moon, and I didnât have the corresponding realization most of the time.
âWhy can the twenty-two cards not be found by deities?â
Upon hearing this question above the gray fog, Kleinâs heart tightened as he felt his scalp tingle again.
Without waiting for his response from the paper figurine, Roselleâs voice suddenly raised, bringing with it an indescribable fear.
âDonât gather the twenty-two cards!
âBe careful of the Mother card!â
These two sentences echoed in the deep interior of the Black Emperor mausoleum for a long time.
[1] Something common in China. Instead of being âracist,â they look down on people from poorer regions.