Back in the real world, Furse sat at her desk, lost in thought about the Abraham family, and suddenly gained a fresh understanding of the scattered references in the esoteric notebooks. It all made sense now... That was why Mrs. Anselma had been unwilling to tell Mr. Lawrence both her own and her husband's deaths. Thinking about it, the Abraham family truly seemed pitiful and tragic. Furse murmured to herself a few times, then pulled out from among a pile of ordinary volumes the book *Visions of the Spirit World*, to begin copying the first and second chapters. For this, she practiced meditation, regulating her breathing, striving to be in her best state—otherwise, merely transcribing the contents of *Visions of the Spirit World* would itself bring her restlessness and chaos. These words may not possess any spirit of their own, yet as soon as they're combined to describe those absurd scenes, they seem to exert a powerful influence on people's emotions... Every five minutes I write, I take a five-minute break—otherwise, I'm afraid I'll lose control. Folshe brought out her small, elegant pocket watch and placed it at an angle in front of the desk. ........ Berg household, Silver City. Derek awoke, his eyes filled with the flash of lightning. He looked around, feeling no sense of being watched. Yet the "Hangman's" precise reasoning and calm confidence in the earlier events convinced Derek that his intuition was undoubtedly correct—there must be one or more extraordinary individuals, possessing special abilities, quietly observing him right now. "And the 'Card of the Fool' didn't deny it either..." Derek rolled over and sat up, going through his usual morning routine. During this process, suggestions and analyses of the "Emperor of the Inverted Man" swiftly emerged in his mind: "So far, no one has come to find you, nor have you been locked in the dungeon. This indicates that your 'chief' and the other six elders of the Council of Six are inclined to observe, hoping to discover a way to rescue the entire Silver City from its state of abandonment—through the very first living person they've encountered, Amun. "Therefore, as long as you haven't done anything particularly out of the ordinary, they will certainly not disturb you abruptly, lest Amun notice something amiss. "As a result, their surveillance will likely remain at a distance—especially when you're conscious. "Hence, it's highly probable that they have not yet noticed that you've coughed up the 'Chrono-creature'; their subsequent reactions indirectly confirm this. "Similarly, they can only observe what rituals you're conducting, but they won't be able to determine who you're praying to. If it were me, I'd certainly suspect that this is connected to Amun. "Based on the reasons outlined above, you can carry out the ritual you have requested with full legitimacy, then entirely attribute it to Amun. Of course, you must proceed with sufficient caution and care, and be ready to undergo examinations by extraordinary beings such as 'psychologists' or others from different sequences. For this matter, you may seek assistance from Mr. The Fool..." According to The Hangover's suggestion, Deric walked around the table twice, then carefully closed the windows, lit the candles, and set up the ritual for the request. ... Above the gray mist, within the majestic and ancient palace. Cain idly gazed at the stone pillars supporting the dome, finding the building—arising according to his own intentions—remarkably reminiscent of the temples of Athens. Was it perhaps my own subconscious? He thought, allowing his thoughts to drift. At that moment, the deep red star corresponding to "Sun" burst forth with brilliant light, swiftly spreading ripples and coalescing into a shimmering, mysterious portal. A subtle shift of power rippled across the gray mist, as though water were flowing. Hearing the layered voices of supplication, Caine lowered his head and gazed at the "Eye of Pure Black" placed before him. "I hope the little 'Sun' doesn't lose it, or else the 'World' Master will have to make a glorious sacrifice..." ——Thanks to the "Eye of Pure Black," Caine, not a "Master of Secret Figures," could subtly manipulate the figure of "World," giving him a sense of life and vitality. Should this object be lost, to avoid exposing the magic, he would have to let "World" perish. With a sense of deep appreciation, Caine extended his spiritual presence, guiding the flowing power of the gray mist toward the ethereal portal, forcing open a crack and firmly establishing the transmission channel. Next, he placed the "Eye of Pure Black" into a iron box and dropped it through the crack of the mysterious gate, speaking casually, "Do not touch the items inside directly." After completing this, he didn't linger, knowing that the small "Sun" wouldn't be ready to act immediately, as he still didn't know when the "Magician" lady would finish transcribing two chapters of *The Observations of the Spirit Realm*. With a sense of spiritual expansion, Caine's figure suddenly vanished into the gray mist. ........ Berg Household, Silver City. Upon seeing the iron-black square box now placed upon the altar, Deryck immediately heard the familiar voice of the "Fool": "Do not touch the items inside directly." He carefully noted this instruction and committed to carrying it out without exception. After expressing his gratitude to both the "Fool" and the "World," and concluding the ritual of requesting a gift, he opened the box with exceptional care and examined the contents within. It was a completely black eye devoid of pupils, and merely gazing upon it sent Derek into a state of mental disarray, slowing his thoughts and leaving him with a faint, somewhat incoherent, even slightly mad, whispering sound in his ears. Suddenly shivering, Derek closed the lid of the iron box, took out the pure silver dagger, and sealed it completely using the method of creating a "spiritual wall." Then, he placed the box inside a concealed pocket of his clothing and fastened the "Fury Axe" before heading out toward the training ground. The exploration team members had not yet been freed from their temporary isolation. Yet Derek did not intend to act today. He strictly followed the teachings of the "Turner" gentleman, planning to first observe the situation closely, then patiently wait for the right moment—though, of course, if a favorable opportunity arose, he would act decisively. As Derek entered the training ground, he circled the area where the exploration team was gathered, observing them conversing in small groups, whispering to one another. Yet as soon as someone noticed him, they immediately stopped, standing in silence, occasionally taking a few steps forward—like freshly emerged corpses emerging from the depths of darkness. What if I now dissolve the "Wall of Spirit," allowing the presence of the object belonging to the "World" gentleman to spread outward? Would they all turn simultaneously, together, toward me? Derek imagined the scene of every single person in the room turning to face him, their expressions cold and unyielding, and unexpectedly, a profound, inexplicable fear stirred within him. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to remain patient, to wait, not to panic. A figure emerged from there, wavering slightly, its voice resonating like metal on metal: "Lord Chief, Darien Berg has conducted another rite. As far as I can observe, it resembles our usual sacrificial rites, though it appears to be a request rather than a mere offering. What sets it apart is that he has received a response—and has been granted a square box of iron-black hue. I cannot see what lies within, but the presence feels deeply eerie and threatening." With growing urgency, the shadow pleaded: "Lord Chief, this must be orchestrated by the mysterious figure. We must act now—there is no more delay! Otherwise, Darien Berg will eventually summon some dark deity or like entity and bring down the entire city of Silver!" Colin's expression grew unusually serious. He rose and walked slowly: "Wait just a moment." "Until now, we have been unable to grasp the true purpose of this enigmatic figure who calls himself Amun. We don't understand why, after discovering the city of Silver, he sent only a duplicate to remain patiently in the underground prison for forty-two years. If his sole intention were to destroy us, such seemingly inexplicable actions would make no sense. "Let us wait a little longer—perhaps this holds the key to our hope, the very hope of surviving the final catastrophe!" As he finished speaking, a lightning bolt streaked across the window, illuminating the entire dark sky and the dimly lit room. ………… By late afternoon, only then did Caine finally receive the plea of the 'Magician' lady and, through the ritual of sacrifice, gain access to the first two chapters of 'The Observations of the Spirit Realm.' Sitting in the seat befitting the 'Fool,' he leisurely opened and read through his handwritten notes, only to find himself growing increasingly agitated. What on earth was happening?" Those words were clearly lifeless, and the paper itself was ordinary—how could they possibly serve as seals that would affect my mental state? Moreover, I am situated above the gray mist, a phenomenon capable of severing even the influence of the true gods... Klein furrowed his brow, leaned back, and carefully recalled the relevant passages from The Book of Secrets. Not long after, he grasped the reason: When describing specific entities—whether in purely textual form or not—the mere act of reading would influence the reader's thoughts and spirit! Among these, the most terrifying were the accounts concerning the true gods. A detailed book chronicling a particular deity would drive every reader to madness, distort their worldview, and likely cause extraordinary individuals to lose control entirely! The journal, The Observations of the Spirit Realm, originated from an ancestor of the Abraham family, who recorded the various wonders and marvels he encountered during his journeys through the spirit world. In the first chapter, he describes the light in the spiritual realm, believing that these seven beams of pure light, each of a different color, contain infinite knowledge from various domains, visible across the entire realm at elevated heights. Even more astonishingly, these seven miraculous beams are alive! They are as living as the various spiritual beings that wander there. In the esoteric field, many initiatory rituals aim specifically at these seven beams of pure light, through secret alignment with them, gaining certain insights. Thus, many esoteric experts refer to these seven beams as "masters" or "teachers." The beams themselves seem delighted and have even gathered numerous spiritual beings to establish a secret organization dedicated to teaching knowledge—the "Society of Pure Light." In the second chapter, the traveler from the Abrahamic lineage records his encounter with "the Yellow Light," Winitan.