I remember the simple task given by the " Fool" was merely meant to assess the two potential attendees—essentially, to find the person depicted in the portrait, someone confirmed to be in Beckett... Aljere Wilson was struggling to recall what had happened during the last gathering, growing more puzzled as to how this connected with the cradle of the divine calamity. Wasn't it just about finding someone? Someone whose danger level wasn't particularly high? Could there be a deeper purpose behind the "Fool's" seemingly straightforward assignment? Was this an unspoken contest among the gods? The "Hanged Man" immediately thought of several questions, nearly asking the "Justice" to gain a clearer account of the situation. Yet, as a seasoned official extraordinary and a master who sailed an ancient ghost ship, he was both experienced and deeply composed, successfully suppressing his impulse and deciding instead to first inquire through the internal channels of the Church of the Storm, about what major developments had recently occurred in Beckett. Yet Audrey’s admiration for the " Fool" was instantly clear—she immediately grasped the full significance of Larnuus’s story. For Larnuus’s modest divine essence had been the initial foothold of the "True Creator" as it manifested in the earthly realm, while the deteriorating conditions in the East District, the Port, and the Industrial Zones had swiftly become a fertile ground for its growth. By simply completing one task, the "Fool" had thwarted the "True Creator’s" grand scheme and saved the entire Beckland! Audrey’s gaze, fixed upon the head of the bronze table, sparkled with bright admiration, almost overflowing with reverence. At this moment, the world—grave and reserved—laughed softly: "Yes. Every time I see and hear about young laborers dying in their twenties, often before the age of thirty, due to extreme exhaustion and harsh conditions, and how many of them barely make it past their early years, only to fall victim to old age, lose their jobs, and, lacking security, end up wandering the streets, dying of hunger and cold—there is no doubt in my mind about the existence of the evil deities. They are here, among us, in the eastern districts, at the docks, and in the factories." "Hear this: even some reports have noted that workers in certain factories rarely survive beyond five years." "And in the eastern district of Beckland, there's a longstanding saying: the residents of that area, the generation of their grandparents—there is no exception—were all immigrants." "What this really means is that there is no third generation there; no one has grandchildren." "Poverty and hunger make their children very frail, unable to adapt to hard labor, and they wither quickly in Bekland—let alone marry or have children of their own." Audrey was deeply stunned and bewildered upon first hearing the "World" gentleman speak so much. How could I have never known about such things? The newspapers and magazines I read only mentioned the hardships faced by residents in the eastern districts. This goes far beyond hardship. For a moment, Audrey's eyes lost their focus, as though her entire understanding of the kingdom and the world had been completely upended. Suddenly, she fully grasped why the "Fool" gentleman had expressed such a sigh of wonder, and why he had described this era, this Bekland, and these eastern, dock, and industrial districts as fertile ground for the邪神's arrival. It cannot continue like this! If things don't change, Bekland will surely be destroyed one day. "Justice" suddenly felt a strong impulse to return and learn more, to remind Lord Horbury of her father, and to subtly guide the implementation of bills and policies—those of the "audience" and "mind-reader"—that could improve the lives of the struggling people in the eastern districts, the docks, and the factories. The " Fool" Kline, seated at the head of the bronze long table, quietly observed "Justice"’s response. He had deliberately expressed a remark of admiration and provided a detailed explanation using the young "World" gentleman—specifically to make the noble, still genuinely earnest "Justice" recognize the gravity of the situation and, through her, indirectly advance the kingdom's transformation. Before I become the "Faceless One," I must clearly remember that I must not personally become involved in such matters. He had silently established this boundary for himself. "Thank you, Mr. The Fool, thank you for saving Beckland—your exclamation has clarified the root of the issue. Thank you, Mr. The World, for revealing so many things I didn't know before." Audrey composed herself, sincerely expressing her gratitude to the two gentlemen seated at the very ends of the ancient long table. Saving Beckland? "The Hanged Man" Aljer was familiar with the conditions of the East District, the industrial zones, and the port areas—what struck him most was the description given by "Justice" Miss. What exactly had transpired? He furrowed his brow, deeply puzzled. "Sun" Derek listened intently, though he understood very little. Still, he listened carefully, hoping to gain a better understanding of the conditions in the regions of "The Hanged Man," "Justice," and "The World." For "Justice" Miss's thanks, Caine only offered a smile, said nothing further, and then turned his gaze toward "The Hanged Man." Alger understood his meaning immediately and swiftly materialized the final page of Roscel's journal. Cain took it from the air with a casual glance: "On January 14th, I identified an issue: unsealed high-sequence items naturally attract lower-sequence individuals traveling along the same path, causing them to converge nearby. The higher the original sequence, the more frequently this occurs." "Yet, this phenomenon appears to be intermittent, rather than continuous." This entry instantly energized Cain, as he had previously harbored similar suspicions. Since arriving in Beckland, he had quickly come into contact with the Monastic Order and with extraordinary individuals from the 'Seers' path, placing him in an extremely passive and perilous situation—yet also enabling him to acquire corresponding sequence-7, sequence-6, and sequence-5 elixir recipes. At that moment, he had speculated that his own transmigration concealed a secret, granting him a certain ability to revive, and periodically drawing people and things connected to the "seer's path"—such as the diaries of the Antigonid family or members of the Monastery of the Mystics. But upon reading the diary of Emperor Roscel, Klein suddenly had a new idea. With a glance at the dense gray mist below and the ethereal deep red stars above, he murmured to himself: "Could it be that it's not me creating this attraction, but rather this gray mist, or the mysterious space above it?" "That would then be a hidden secret within the very act of my transmigration..." With no further clues or information, Klein soon quieted his thoughts and turned to read the second diary: "On the sixteenth of January, the taste of the witch's life proved quite delightful." ...Klein's mouth twitched slightly, utterly at a loss for what expression to make. My lord, I underestimated you so much... You truly surpass what others can achieve. Do you not care at all about the other person's past gender experiences? Do you not value their experiences during the "ecstasy" phase? Suppressing the urge to breathe out slowly, Caine turned to the final entry in his journal: "January 20th, I completed the second 'Card of Desecration.'" "Let me think, let me think—where shall I hide it?" "Ah, I intend to disguise it as a bookmark, inserted into a particularly valuable book. Unless the recipient is someone truly fortunate, they will hardly suspect that the most precious thing within that esteemed volume is actually the unassuming bookmark!" "Indeed, that's a splendid idea!" ...My lord, why don't you be more specific? Exactly which book does this 'bookmark' end up in? Before reading this, I was so excited, convinced I could follow the clues and uncover a 'Card of Desecration' concealed with divine secrets. Now, Caine is rather disappointed, his gaze lingering at the very end. The journal of the Emperor after his reign contains specific details... He comforted himself with a thought, leaned back slightly, and smiled gently, saying, "You may now freely exchange ideas." At that moment, "Sun" Deric, imitating "Justice" Miss, raised his hand and said, "Mr. World, the extraordinary weapon you bestowed upon me exceeded my expectations. I have now accumulated enough merit to exchange for materials and have been promoted to Sequence 8. In the coming days, I will use my remaining merit to hire assistants to obtain the true trunk and sap of the mist people. I will soon complete the transaction." He spoke in great detail, concerned that his image of reliability might be questioned or compromised. Of course, everything he said was true—though the axe did not fully meet his certain expectations for an extraordinary weapon, its strength had deeply impressed him. That axe could generate a powerful lightning strike with just two or three impacts—combined with the temporary boost from the "Chanting One" ability—making me fully capable of facing off against sequence-7, close-combat monsters. Should I encounter one particularly averse to lightning, I could even handle it with ease. I am now a "Luminous Singer," wielding a certain degree of magic, and my strength has undergone a fundamental transformation, enabling me to counter a broader range of stronger, more formidable creatures. Darien Berg found himself genuinely fond of that extraordinary weapon. In the Silver City, strength is simply the reason to be loved! The pervasive darkness and the monsters dwelling deep within it have compelled generations to uphold this principle. "Very well," the somber "World" nodded gently under Cline's guidance. He then glanced around and asked once more: "Ladies and gentlemen, do either of you have any leads regarding the essence of the邪纹 black leopard's spine and the crystalline marrow of the Elven Spring?" "Justice," Audrey shook her head without hesitation. "As for Aljere, after a moment's pause, he suddenly said, "On the Sunya Sea, there will soon be a grand gathering among the pirates—ships from four pirate kings and six pirate generals are likely to attend. Ah, actually, it should be seven pirate generals now, with someone else joining the ranks."