Perhaps it could serve as a bridge... The very moment this thought flashed through Caine's mind, his right hand had already grasped the sun-shaped, dark golden brooch. At the same time, using his own spiritual essence as a vortex, he drew the forces within the mysterious space—dislodged and stirred—into a tidal flow, channeling them toward the sun brooch. The subtle tremor on the gray mist became clearly visible, with flashes of pure light interweaving and sweeping toward Caine, merging with his spiritual essence. The sun brooch immediately radiated an intense brilliance, growing brighter and more luminous, until it coalesced into droplets of golden, semi-transparent liquid. These droplets swiftly fused together, forming a figure of golden stature, equal in height to Caine—a sacred, divine figure! Indeed, higher-level power had enabled the "Sun's Holy Water" to approach even closer to a divine gift. Klein was pleased, and redirected his gaze once more toward the deep red star symbolizing the "Sun," toward the form patiently awaiting a gradual alignment with the great being. As for the phenomenon of the golden "Sun's Holy Water" coalescing into a sacred humanoid figure, it was not a result of any anomaly caused by the "Sun pin," but rather an instinctive thought that had spontaneously emerged in Klein. By this point, he had already achieved the ability to have that golden figure advance and, through the ethereal deep red star, overlap and merge with the smaller "Sun" within the sacred rite, thereby eliminating the latent "demon spirit" within him and granting him certain knowledge and extraordinary spiritual experiences. Yet, at this very moment, Klein lacked strong confidence. The forces that had disturbed this mysterious space above the gray mist were evidently of a spiritual complexity far exceeding his own, making it difficult for him to grasp them smoothly. As a result, the golden figure's power was fragmented, disorganized, and uncoordinated—should he use it as it was, the effect would likely only reach ten percent of his expectations. And that Amun, seemingly a descendant of the ancient solar deity, came from a "heretic" family in the Fourth Dynasty Tordian Empire—though not his true essence, he had managed to evade the high-tier "hunters of monsters" and the powerful magical artifacts sustaining the existence of the Silver City, relying only on a mere ten percent effectiveness. Initially, Klein had merely intended to try; if things didn't work out, he'd temporarily shield the smaller "sun" and reconnect once a better solution was found. But now, at this stage, Klein naturally wanted to do his best and aim for a successful first attempt. Having long portrayed himself as an "Idiot" approaching divinity, he still harbored a touch of pride and a desire for dignity—he chuckled to himself, resolving to search once more for ways to enhance the golden figure's protective efficacy at the final moment. Of course, only a few seconds could be wasted—otherwise the ritual would be over… Kline’s gaze swept once more over the items arranged on the bronze table, his mind fixated solely on terms like "high level" and "prestige." Guided by the intuitive spiritual sense of the seer, his eyes paused on one object: The Tablet of Desecration—the "Black Emperor" tablet! Among all the items Kline possessed, only this one truly matched the connotations of "high level" and "prestige." As for the Azk copper whistle, Kline clearly remembered that during his encounter with the divine offspring of the god at Black Thorns Security, it had been completely subdued. Yet, the "Black Emperor" card—its high-level, noble essence—lies not merely in the knowledge within it. Once its holder advances to a higher rank, the card itself begins to subtly resonate with the exceptional materials it requires, and it even possesses characteristics that counter divination and prophecy... In other words, its own standing is far from low. I don't need to fight with it directly. All I need to do is leverage its noble essence to stabilize the forces disrupting this mysterious realm above the gray mist, minimizing the disarray and unnatural chaos of the golden figures. Cain quickly formed a plan and reached out, grasping the "Black Emperor" card face-down! At that very moment, his peripheral vision caught a scene that sent him into shock: within the ethereal glow of the deep crimson stars, outlining the form of a "sun," a hand—withered down to mere skin and bones—suddenly reached forward, slowly yet resolutely grasping toward the boundary of the deep crimson stars, as though piercing through reality and entering the spiritual realm. Amun was attempting to establish connection, to open the boundary, and extend his hand into the gray mist above! Wheee! The boundless gray-white mist for the first time showed signs of disturbance—the previous gentle flow seemed to gather into waves, then into a strong wind. Klein's pupils contracted; no longer hesitating, he reached for the "Black Emperor" card. As soon as he took it into his hands, he immediately felt his spiritual essence no longer yielding to the forces being stirred within the mysterious space. Suddenly, the golden figure grew remarkably tall, and a pair of massive black wings unfolded behind him—one after another, totaling twelve pairs! On each pair of wings, feathers are intricately inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols, alternating between light and dark. The striking contrast of gold and black caused the immense figure, under Caine's command, to unfold its wings and shade the vast dome of the majestic palace. Without a sound, the figure—sacred yet fallen, luminous yet shadowed—emerged and overlapped with the ethereal, crimson star-forming a small "sun." Light and shadow intertwined, and strong winds surged. The withered hand, thin and lifeless, save for skin and bone, struggled to retract backward, yet remained resolute. It was as if a person falling from a cliff had grasped a lifeline protruding from the rock, refusing to let go. Ah! Within the shimmering, complex sounds, light and darkness erupted fully. The withered hand finally lost its point of support, plummeting sharply backward and downward, and began to crumble and dissolve. After several seconds, the gray-white mist and the mysterious space above it had completely settled, as if untouched for thousands of years. Caine gazed again, and now the blurred figure of the small "sun" no longer bore the twisted, ethereal, eerie presence that had once wrapped around it. Ah! He couldn't help but take a deep, steadying breath, then materialized the side-by-side comparisons and projected them toward the small "sun" figure, illuminated by deep red light, so that he himself might grasp the contrast.…… Silver City, the Berg household. Derek the "Sun" felt a dual sensation of clarity and haziness. He saw forms that were difficult to describe in shape, saw radiant hues of light carrying infinite knowledge, and saw a majestic, towering golden figure gazing down upon all. This figure stood beside the "Fool" in the dense gray mist, with twelve pairs of vast, dark, mysterious wings extending behind him. Unconsciously, Deric felt himself coming into contact with that striking silhouette of gold against black, and his body and spirit warmed and purified, as though he had finally understood what sunlight truly meant. He directly grasped the knowledge of how to create holy water and how to expel evil spirits. Among these revelations, there were certain scenes he could not yet comprehend—such as the towering, hidden pyramid-shaped tombs. This profound spiritual experience enchanted Deric, transporting him back to the carefree days of his childhood, into a realm imagined under the sun's glow, until everything faded and he found himself once again aware of the simple furniture in the room. "Is this what the textbooks describe as the 'mystic ritual'? For over two thousand years, no one in Silver City has ever succeeded—no one has ever touched the great beings..." At this moment, Deric's long-standing sense of quietness and loneliness had softened, and a genuine smile spread across his face. The "Fool," then, is referring to an experiment aimed at verifying whether the environment of our city of Silver is capable of completing the "Rite of Initiation"? Are those accumulated knowledge and extraordinary sensations His reward? Darien bowed his head once again, speaking with exceptional reverence: "Thank you, Mr. The Fool!" At that moment, a gray-white mist suddenly swelled before his eyes, with a chair elevated above at its center—The Fool seated leisurely upon it. Then, Darien saw himself, enveloped by a translucent, ethereal form. That form wore a black classical robe, a matching soft-crowned hat, and single-crystal spectacles resting on his face—like a serpent, coiled around him! No... Amun has not died! He has evaded the attention of both the magical artifacts and the "Chief," and now he has taken up residence within my spirit! Darien's eyes widened suddenly, and then he saw himself once more—now free from Amun's embrace. "The Fool," Mr. Deric found him, solved him? With his heart settling back into place, Deric's forehead beaded with cold sweat, while a natural sense of reverence bloomed on his face. By instinct, he spoke the very words described in the course on mythology: "Hail, great Sir 'The Fool'!" ... In the deep, unyielding darkness somewhere beyond, a lightning bolt split the sky, illuminating the surrounding area. It was a rugged plain, upon which a solitary one-eyed giant wandered aimlessly. His eyes lacked any spark; his face was marred with signs of decay and weeping sores; a grayish-yellow gas seeped from his body, forming drifting clouds in the air above. At the deepest, most profound gully of the plain, a figure stood at the edge, gazing downward. Under the flash of lightning, faintly visible at the gully's base, a substantial, broad gray-white structure emerged. That figure wore a black classical robe, a matching soft-crowned hat, black hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a slender face—identical to the spectral image Derek Berg had seen before. He lifted his hand, gently pressing the single-crystal spectacles, then turned his head toward the left, toward the distance. "Indeed..." he murmured suddenly, in ancient Fussak. Pausing, a smile formed at the corner of his lips, and he uttered a single word: "The Fool." Before the words had fully settled, he had already leapt into the chasm before him. At that moment, the lightning faded for a second, and darkness completely enveloped the world. ........ Klein, having eliminated the critical threat, returned to the real world and once again felt the pressing urgency of his progression sequence. The Amun I eliminated was not his true form. If he indeed harbored interest in that enigmatic realm above the gray mist, he wouldn't take long to return to Silver City—then, one would wonder whether those two legendary artifacts and the three "Beast-Hunters" would be enough to withstand him. His mere fragment already proved so strangely formidable; imagine what the true form would be like. Therefore, it was imperative to swiftly summarize the remaining "Magician's Rules," digest them, and elevate one's mastery over that mysterious realm above the mist. Perhaps one could leverage the "Shepherd" elder of Silver City—if she indeed were to be corrupted by the "True Maker." Cain opened the bathroom door and descended to the first floor, pondering.