"If the Umbral Wolf is indeed preparing the ritual of the 'Mysterious Servant,' then His movements are not entirely untraceable..." Kline nodded slowly, already forming a vague sense of understanding, though it still hadn't fully coalesced into a clear picture. By instinct, he wanted to use the soil tainted by the 'curtain' to directly divinate the whereabouts of the object, thereby pinpointing the current location where the Umbral Wolf was concealed. However, considering that the Wolf was an angel, this method would likely disturb Him, alerting Him and prompting Him to take evasive action. Thus, with a measure of rationality, Kline abandoned this idea and returned to the real world, diligently contemplating the overall plan. The next day, as the frequency of lightning gradually increased, another group of residents from Moon City arrived at the campfire of Germain Sparo, led by a priest named Duke, to hear his teachings, enjoy the mushrooms, and await purification. As one after another of the residents of Moon City received baptism, weeping deeply, Caelin glanced around, seemingly casually asking, "Has the Sun God entrusted you to remain here, to watch whether anyone emerges from the mist?" "Yes," replied Duke Duque, who had recovered from his condition of swelling, knowing that the High Priest had already mentioned this matter to the divine messenger before. He answered with calm assurance. Caelin nodded gently and, following up on the topic, asked, "What would you do if someone truly emerged from the mist?" Duque responded without hesitation, directly stating, "We would immediately invoke the sacred name of the Great Sun God, and report this matter... to Him..." As he spoke, his tone grew increasingly subdued, and by the end, he could scarcely form words, for the Sun God—Creator of all—had not responded in over two thousand years, despite Moon City's repeated, most complete rituals and constant recitations of His name. "Beyond this?" "Klein asked with keen insight. This was both a spiritual intuition and a certain degree of logical inference—obviously, the ancient sun god, the creator of the Silver City, would have considered the possibility that the person emerging from the gray-white mist was exceptionally careful, cautious, unwilling to be observed or monitored, and once spotted by the lunar city's patrol squad, would use his extraordinary abilities to subtly influence their minds, causing them to forget having seen him, and even forgetting to recite his name. In such a situation, the ancient sun god should have made some arrangements. Of course, this wasn't absolute—should Amun, his father, have accurately predicted that the person emerging from the mist was a novice, then there would have been no need to elaborate much in the oracle. However, considering that the ancient sun god, the creator of the Silver City, himself predicted incorrectly even the very point from which he emerged from the mist, Klein remained skeptical of that particular possibility. Duke thought for a moment, hesitated, and said: "Welcome him, and tell him one word." Klein instantly brightened, yet remained composed and asked calmly: "What word?" Duke moved his lips several times, as though practicing the pronunciation, then spoke in a strange tone: "Chernobyl." ...Klein's mind froze for a second, then he sighed silently. ...In the Roon Kingdom, in the eastern Chestershire county, within a forest. Farmers from nearby villages have gathered here to harvest unusual mushrooms that grow embedded in tree roots, encrusted with decaying wood, and covered in thickets. By royal law, this forest and all that grows within it belong to its owner, Miss Odile Hall. Yet, due to the prolonged war, the regular grain requisitions, and the high taxes, the farmers have long since ceased to regard the law as binding—survival now takes precedence. And as more and more farmers join, their confidence naturally grows. They formed small teams, efficiently gathering mushrooms—some glittering with golden spots, others streaked with fat veins—and divided them into two portions: a smaller share for immediate consumption, and a larger portion reserved for sale to grain merchants waiting outside the forest, who would pay in gold pounds to purchase essential goods like salt and textiles. The farmers did not take excessive amounts; beyond the mushrooms, they harvested only a portion of the fruit attached to the trees, leaving sufficient yields for the forest wardens to present. Within just a couple of hours, the farmers sold large quantities of mushrooms and fruit, carried gold pounds in their hands, loaded with provisions, and returned to their villages with bright smiles. To them, today’s events were precisely what they had intended, and their goals had been fully achieved. The bearded grain merchant, too, was delighted, as these unexpected gains brought him substantial profits under the current circumstances. He took the workers and transported large quantities of mushrooms and fruits to the processing site outside the city, processed them accordingly, and then stored them all in the warehouse. As a meticulous merchant, after sending the workers away, he inspected the warehouse once more, checking carefully until he was certain everything was in order, before locking and securing the doors himself. At that moment, he noticed a thick stack of cash lying on the ground—entirely composed of ten-pound notes. "When did I lose so much money?" he thought, bending down gratefully to pick up the stack. While counting the bills, he suddenly remembered their origin: they were the proceeds from selling the mushroom powder, dried mushrooms, and fruit preserves he had just processed! "What a solid return!" the bearded merchant murmured in satisfaction, then turned and left the warehouse. Inside the warehouse, Audrey, dressed in a light blue dress, stepped out of her psychological invisibility and produced a black satchel—rented from Judge Hooch, which she had designated as her "traveler's satchel." Then, Audrey, with her simple golden hair pinned up, easily poured the bags of grain into the black sacks. After completing this, she produced a sturdy, copper-green notebook and turned to the page recording "Transportation." This was the "Leyman Travel Journal" from the "Magician" Folth. All that had happened before had been subtly orchestrated by Audrey. First, she distributed the rapidly multiplying mushrooms provided by the "Hermit" to various animals within the forest, using them to help plant the mushrooms precisely where they were needed. Then, she systematically influenced the farmers of the surrounding villages, strengthening their inner desire and helping them overcome their fear of the laws—just as the grain merchant and his workers happened to pass by, and noticed the change. This manipulation of the human heart is deeply captivating, almost divine—yet Audrey showed not a single smile, merely a gentle sigh: "Still not enough... so much still missing..." The mushrooms she received were not the kind described by the little "Sun," which can absorb monsters' blood and flesh to grow and thrive; instead, they require ample nourishment from the environment to grow rapidly. Therefore, this forest cannot support a second planting of mushrooms in the near term, or it risks becoming a desert. Gazing at the hollowed-out sacks, Audrey's green eyes sparkled, and she found herself thinking, "So much grain is concentrated in the hands of the Church, the royal family, the military, the government, the nobility, and the major merchants... There's also some at Fosac, Intis, and Feneport, but with only the 'travellers' backpacks, we'd have to move them over and over again to make up the difference... "The people who manipulate the nobility, the major merchants, and the military—those are particularly dangerous; a single misstep and they'll be exposed... "Had the situation not deteriorated to this extent, I might never have realized that some people possess such a hidden side... "The masks each person wears depend entirely on their environment and circumstances—something I'll need to pay closer attention to from now on." As her thoughts swiftly turned, Audrey, lacking experience in handling such matters, decided to consult the "World" gentleman over the next few days and ask for his advice. Since Germaine Sparrow had long walked alone in the desolate, god-forgotten lands, surrounded by darkness and despair, Audrey suggested he make regular visits to her for psychological counseling—this didn’t necessarily mean he needed treatment; simply talking could effectively ease the sense of pressure, loneliness, and melancholy. Germaine Sparrow followed her advice, and through their conversations, Audrey learned that besides coming to her for counseling, he would occasionally chat with "Mr. Star" above the gray mist, maintaining a remarkably stable emotional state. With a clear decision, Audrey immediately resolved to activate her "travel" ability and return to Beckett. Yet, in a moment's reflection, she felt a slight sense of discouragement. For she knew that even if she gathered ample supplies, she could only ensure a period of stability for the people of Beckett—unless the war ended, the situation would inevitably worsen. "The war…," Audrey closed her eyes, completely uncertain of how she could possibly stop it. She had heard from the "Hermit" lady that the essence of this war was likely a divine conflict, and that such divine conflicts invariably began with a sustained investment of time and effort to unsettle the opponent's anchor. Reflecting, Audrey pressed her lips together and decided to start with what she could do right now. As the page of her notes emitted a soft, diffused glow, her form rapidly became translucent and then vanished. ………… By the quietly burning campfire, where the visitors from Yueling had been warmly received, Caine found himself recalling certain words spoken by the "Sinner of the Gods," Amun. He had said that within Chernobyl lay the history that the Divine sought to uncover—many threads of events still hidden. The ancient sun god had also specifically emphasized "Chernobyl." As thoughts flowed through him, Caine suddenly felt an urge to explore Chernobyl. This wasn't merely a sudden impulse—it had been something he had long desired, only hesitating to act due to Amun's presence. I journeyed eastward for nearly half a year, and no one could have imagined that I would suddenly appear in Chernobyl now... Amun has secured the final "Ephemeral Quality" of the "Chrono-Beetle" and is preparing the ritual—the original body absolutely cannot still be lingering here in Chernobyl... Well, the King of Angels is quite patient; perhaps a copy has been waiting all along in Chernobyl. Klein analyzed the current situation and decided to have the historical projection attempt the journey. After all, his original body would never make the trip directly! With determination settled, Klein first performed a divination at the Veil of Gray Mist, then returned to the real world and reached out, pulling out his own image from five minutes prior. This historical projection, now conscious due to the original body's departure, responded promptly. He then reached out several times, retrieving the black staff adorned with numerous gemstones. "The Star Staff!" Klein intends to use the Star Staff's power to instantly teleport himself to Chernobyl! PS: First publish, then revise.