Chapter 352: Oh Lord!

Chapter 352: Oh Lord!

"The Aurora Society?"

Luke was a little surprised as he looked at Mr. A, "Why invite me?"

It couldn't be because the "True Creator" was a beauty connoisseur, right? Well, one couldn't be sure.

After all, that being was the evil spirit of an ancient sun god who devoured the Hanged Man, the only one with a Sequence 1 trait and a true god, the fallen nature of all living beings, and one who was quite fitting in that aspect.

In Tinggen, he didn't just have a divine affair with Megaus, but he almost gave birth to a younger brother for Ammun.

"The first time I saw you, I had a hunch that the Lord would be very pleased with you."

Mr. A chuckled softly, "In the eyes of outsiders, the Aurora Society doesn't have a good reputation, but that's purely because the greatness of my Lord has been misinterpreted by those seven false gods."

"It's fine if you don't understand now, but risk and reward are always proportional. After joining the Aurora Society, you will gain resources far surpassing those of Wild Talents, even those of official Unique Cases."

"In three years, I can make you a god-messenger of the Aurora Society, a Sequence 5 Shepherd, second only to the Saints above. Moreover, you will also have the opportunity to unlock the gates of divinity."

"I know you're not a Unique Case from the Secret Worshipper Path, but that's alright. There will be a way for you to switch paths, as long as you agree."

After saying this, Mr. A quieted down, waiting for Luke's response.

Three years...

Luke glanced at Mr. A, whose beauty surpassed that of most women, and he was confident that within three months, he could attain divinity, become an angel within half a year, and perhaps even ascend to godhood within a year. Three years was more than enough time for him to unify Earth, become the Old Days, and counter-kill the 'Primordial Hunger'.

"Your suggestion is tempting, but I refuse."

Mr. A was taken aback for a moment, "If you have other questions, you can ask them now."

"I just find it troublesome and unnecessary."

Mr. A's eyebrows furrowed slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with this answer. After a few seconds of tension, he relaxed his body and did not make a move.

Luke had invited him here, and if an uninvolved person was dealt with at this secret gathering hosted by him, it would scare off other Unique Cases like startled birds, perhaps even causing other unintended consequences.

"It's normal to have reservations. Leave, and if you change your mind, you can come here to find me."

This time, Mr. A's voice was noticeably colder.

Upon hearing this, Luke stood in his spot, silently watching him without moving.

Mr. A waited a few more seconds, his eyebrows furrowing deeper, "Do you have something else?"

"As the price for calling me here, I want the Extraordinary Trait of a 'Secret Technique Mentor'."

Luke's gaze seemed to penetrate Mr. A's body, seeing the seven souls tormented by shepherding.

The "Shepherd" was the strongest Sequence below Half-Gods, with a sturdy physique, blood and flesh magic, and the ability to infiltrate shadows, making them an offensive and defensive force. "Shepherding" allowed them to dominate the souls of Unique Cases after killing them and use three powerful abilities of their choice.

The "Traveler" and the "Secret Doll Master", who had similar abilities, recorded fewer existences and thus had weaker power than the original, and the Secret Doll Master had quantity and distance limitations. Both were squishy and had much lower error tolerance than the Shepherd with the 'Rose Bishop' as a prerequisite.

"You should have shepherded at least one, release that soul, and give me the extracted Extraordinary Trait."

"..."

In the dead silence, Mr. A revealed a cruel smile, and his already exotic face took on an additional feminine beauty.

"Perhaps I was too polite, to the point that you forgot your identity."

Luke dusted off the dust from his clothes, sensing the encroaching mysterious virus that was enveloping the room, and shook his head with a smile.

"No, it's precisely because I remember my identity that I will make you obey my command."

"Is that so, my Shepherd?"

As these words left Luke's mouth, he intentionally relaxed the restrictions within his body, and his aura became dark and profound. A divine aura, one that Mr. A was all too familiar with, longed for, and aspired to, overflowed from his body.

It was the divinity within Ranerus, originating from the True Creator! Mr. A stood frozen in his spot, his body starting to tremble uncontrollably, and finally, he knelt with a thud, his eyes filled with hot tears, and his gaze was so pure that it contained not a trace of impurity.

It was the aura of the Lord!

A god-messenger, a god-beloved, or perhaps... even a direct avatar of the Lord? No wonder, no wonder he felt such a strong connection to the Lord when he first saw this person...

For a moment, Mr. A thought of the collaboration between the Witch Church and the royal family, and the secret preparations they were making to bring down the Lord. He marveled at the Lord's wisdom.

So that was it. The Lord had long broken free from the seal of those seven false gods, walking the land, seeking an opportunity to regain his power! All the rituals the Aurora Society was performing to bring down the Lord were merely fooling those seven false gods, making them believe the Lord was still trapped, thus lowering their guard.

FACT: The fanatic had concocted quite the scenario.

As expected, the Aurora Society members were not only physically attractive but also possessed considerable strength. However, their intelligence was generally not up to par, probably because they had listened to the "Listener" during the "True Creator's" rap, which had scrambled their brains.

"Give me the Extraordinary Trait of the 'Mystic Mentor'."

"Yes."

A thought crossed A's mind, realizing that a part of himself would become the cornerstone of the Lord's foundation. Without hesitation, he activated his ability.

A spirit, numbed by pain, was released from A's body, dissipating in the air with a hint of liberation. The Extraordinary Trait was extracted.

The 'Mystic Mentor', a Sequence 5 from the White Tower path, was a powerful Extraordinary One in the original story, a naval commander above the Five Seas. With sufficient knowledge, they could compile their own unique mysteries, and this Extraordinary Trait would quickly digest it.

The 'Xenoman' granted by his main body met this condition. This Extraordinary Trait would be instantly absorbed, as if he had already completed the role of Sequence 5.

The path to becoming a half-god was not far off.

Luke collected the Extraordinary Trait with satisfaction, pondering for a moment. He then turned to A, who was prostrating before him, seemingly wanting to lick the soles of his feet but not daring to desecrate. A slowly spoke:

"There are a few matters I'd like to entrust to you."

...

Inside the room, Hugh and Fols were anxiously waiting outside.

Hugh stared at his watch, grinding his teeth. "What's taking so long? What could they be discussing for half an hour?"

Fols also felt a bit anxious. "Logically, since Jenova didn't break any rules on his first visit, A shouldn't be dealing with him. There must be something else going on."

"What could it be on his first visit?" Hugh wondered, his face suddenly turning pale. "I've heard rumors that a female Extraordinary One obtained what she wanted from A by offering her body. Could it be..."

"Hugh, your imagination is so vivid you could write novels," Fols sighed, touching his forehead.

"This is Barkeland in the Rune Kingdom, not the Republic of Intis. Homosexuality is a minority here..."

As she spoke, her voice weakened, and she seemed a bit embarrassed, unsure how to phrase her thoughts.

"I think that rumor refers to the literal meaning of 'body'."

Just then, Luke walked out, calm and composed, naturally interrupting their conversation.

Hugh and Fols breathed a sigh of relief. As they were about to speak, they suddenly noticed the surrounding chattering quieting down. They turned to see a new figure standing behind Luke.

A figure with a hood, head bowed, displaying utmost respect.

A.

How could A be in such a posture? Hugh and Fols were stunned, not knowing what to say. They soon realized why the other Extraordinary Ones had stopped talking as if they had seen a ghost.

In this gathering, A was the epitome of power and mystery. Many suspected he might be a powerful Sequence 5 Extraordinary One, and now the host of this secret gathering was showing utmost respect to another person.

What did this imply? That this person's strength and status far surpassed A's!

Most likely, a half-god!

For a moment, all the Extraordinary Ones were as quiet as cicadas, even afraid to breathe freely in the presence of such a formidable figure. Yet, they couldn't help feeling a sense of delight.

If A's gathering had a half-god in attendance, their safety would undoubtedly increase significantly.

"You... I..."

Fols stuttered, finally asking, "Are you okay?"

Luke sat next to Hugh, smiling faintly. "Of course, I'm fine. A and I hit it off immediately. We just sat down for a chat, and well... he happened to have the magic potion materials you need and even gave them to me."

Sequence 8 magic potion materials were relatively easy to obtain.

A, with his head still bowed, nodded in agreement, then turned to look at Hugh.

"You will host the trading segment of today's gathering."

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Hui, a Sequence 9 Wild Talent, raised a concern about the price, which caused both the buyer and seller to immediately back down.

Soon, as he inadvertently assumed the role of a "Mediator," Hui felt a peculiar sensation, as if he had completely merged with the magic potion.

By the time the transaction ended around two or three in'clock in the afternoon, and the gathering dispersed, it was only when the three of them were riding in a carriage home that Hui finally realized what had happened.

She gazed out the window at the passing scenery, her eyes filled with bewilderment. Could she really advance to Sequence 8 "Constable" in just one day?

In her previous understanding, it was already considered a fast pace to master a Sequence 9 magic potion in one or two years. The events of the past few days had completely overturned her worldview.

"You've been unconsciously playing the role of a 'Mediator' for half a year now. Such a digestion process is considered slow."

As if sensing her unspoken question, Luke took the opportunity to explain the three major Supernatural Laws and the method of playing the role to both Hui and Fors.

Hui already had some knowledge about it due to her father's influence, while Fors, who had taken a more unconventional path, was deeply impressed and felt like she was back in school.

After listening, Hui silently digested the knowledge and asked hesitantly, "Your knowledge doesn't seem to match that of a Sequence 7 Wild Talent. Mr. A also treats you with such respect. Are you really only Sequence 7?"

"I just have some secrets, which makes my advancement slightly faster than others."

Luke smiled and changed the subject, while Fors, feeling a headache coming on, lazily closed her eyes.

"As the name suggests, the 'Apprentice' role is about learning various skills. You should focus on learning more esoteric knowledge and simple magic to quickly digest the magic potion."

"Mmm-hmm."

Fors nodded noncommittally, neither confirming nor promising anything. She genuinely lacked the motivation to advance.

Luke looked at Fors, who seemed to have understood the true meaning of life at a young age and was content to be a laid-back writer, and smiled slightly.

"I hope you won't fall too far behind Hui. After all, Sequence is an invisible class system, and if you fall too far behind, you'll become a vassal to Hui, making it difficult to maintain an equal relationship."

Hui, sensing something amiss, glared at Luke and spoke seriously, "It won't be like that."

Fors reluctantly opened her eyes and responded with a reluctant "Okay."

"I understand. I'll study and strive to digest the magic potion soon."

Luke's eyes held deep meaning as he spoke a sentence that Hui couldn't comprehend.

"The Fors who chases after Hui."

Click!

Fors's mind went blank, as if she had been scorched by the seat. She quickly stood up, then bumped her head on the top of the carriage with a loud "thud," causing her to crouch down in pain.]



Tinggen City, 2 Narcissus Street.

After completing his training in firearms and combat with Instructor Gowen, Kline returned home, his entire body aching.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!"

As soon as he closed the door, he relaxed, gritting his teeth and panting heavily.

"Kline, what's wrong?"

Melissa looked at her brother in surprise, wondering why Kline, an advisor for the collection, identification, and protection of cultural relics, was in such a state.

Hey, sis, you're here?

Kline froze for a moment, then regained his composure and stood up steadily, explaining with a smile, "It's nothing. I've just taken an interest in combat lately and want to strengthen my body."

"That sounds good, even if... it's not very gentlemanly."

Melissa hesitated and quickly added, "Well, of course, if you learn some combat skills, you can better protect us and give your future wife a sense of security. It's a plus."

Facing his sister's matchmaking attempts, Kline could only manage an embarrassed yet polite smile. Marriage would bring attachments and responsibilities, making it harder for him to return home. He didn't have such plans for the time being.

Knock, knock, knock!

Just as Kline was wondering how to change the subject, the door was knocked on. He immediately endured the pain throughout his body and headed for the door.

"I'll get it."

Standing outside was a man of average appearance with a gloomy aura. He was "Corpse Collector" Frey, a colleague from the Nocturne Squad.

Frey nodded at Kline and briefly explained, "The high priest sent by the cathedral has arrived to investigate Leonard and the Antigonous Notes. The captain wants you to come back to the company."

Kline felt like crying as he sensed the pain throughout his body. His eyes filled with tears, and his voice choked slightly.

"Do I have to go now?"

A faint, barely noticeable smile appeared on Frey's expressionless face, and he nodded firmly.

"You have to go now."

Kline: ...

Just kill me!

(End of Chapter)

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