...The Emperor's accidental discovery of a primitive island... The creatures on the island were worshipping an unknown power from the "Stars"... Unless one is at the Angel level, simply knowing about it can lead to corruption by the "Stars"... Try not to make wishes to the "Genie", and don't take it to that primitive island... "Star Admiral" Cattleya finally received feedback from "Mr. Fool". While she breathed a sigh of relief, she became even more worried about the Queen's expedition.
She glanced sideways at the "Wishing Lamp", which showed no reaction, and quickly put it away. Then, she spread out a piece of letter paper, picked up a fountain pen, and described the information she had just obtained in her own language, doing her best to attract the attention of "Mystery Queen" Bernadette.
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Backlund, inside a dilapidated apartment.
A bearded man sat in a chair, his hands cuffed behind his back.
Xio, who had relied on her abilities to become a mid-ranking officer in the Military Intelligence Division 9, stood before the man with two subordinates, holding a triangular bayonet. She said in a deep voice, "We have enough witnesses and evidence to prove that you are one of the main organizers of this protest. If you want a lighter sentence, answer my questions truthfully."
Even before Xio spoke, the bearded man felt a tremendous pressure. After she finished, his very spirit trembled, as if bolts of electricity were gathering, carrying a latent sting and numbness, ready to explode at any moment.
The bearded man suppressed his inner fear and weakness as he said, "No one instigated me. I was just doing what I longed to do. "Don't you people get it yet? All of Backlund has become a powder keg. Even just a single spark could blow up the entire city. And there are countless sparks like me who can't take it anymore and are willing to take the risk! "Those damned nobles and merchants have hoarded so much food, yet people are already starving to death in the East Borough! "Do whatever you want with me. I never believed any of their promises. I agreed to end the protest earlier only because everyone got some food."
Just as Xio was about to ask something else, she suddenly tilted her head, listening to a sound in the distance.
A rumbling noise came from somewhere undefined—low, hoarse, rolling in waves.
Had Feysac, Intis, or Feynapotter's armies broken through the defenses and begun attacking the Backlund defense line? Xio's expression instantly turned solemn.
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Forsaken Land of the Gods. After returning to the real world, Klein immediately tried to reach into the Historical Mist to retrieve the "Wishing Lamp".
He quickly confirmed that this Sealed Artifact, numbered "0-05", could not be summoned.
"It really involves 'Uniqueness', or rather, an 'Origin'? In any case, the 'Genie' is indeed a high-level being that has been sealed, with a rank at least that of an Angel King... Completely unusable..." Klein sighed and turned his attention back to hunting Kotar, the Pitch-Black Demonic Wolf.
He had already made many preparations over this period and had thoroughly thought through the entire plan on the Gray Fog.
However, Klein didn't act immediately. He spent considerable time checking for flaws and patching up the insufficient parts.
Two or three days later, in the deep, dark, silent, and barren wilderness, Klein, having preemptively interfered with any divinations, wore a half-top hat and a long black trench coat. Holding an oil lamp that emitted a dim yellow light, his expression solemn, he reached out his right hand and grasped at the air.
At that moment, a bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the entire world.
Klein immediately pulled out a figure—a projection of himself holding the illusory "Staff of the Stars" and the oil lamp.
Following this, his main body entered the Historical Mist, sprinting to the time before the First Epoch, hiding within the layers of the City of the Old Ones.
His historical void projection immediately came to life. A topography he had surveyed during this period surfaced in his mind, and he directly teleported there using the power of the "Staff of the Stars".
—This spot was far away from his main body. Even if something went wrong with the projection, no one could pinpoint the exact location where his main body would return to the real world.
After glancing around, taking in the sight of the dry riverbed and the giant rock standing in the depths of the darkness like a monster, Klein stopped maintaining the historical projection of the "Staff of the Stars". With a flick of his right hand, he made it rapidly fade and vanish.
Having done all this, Klein walked over to the giant rock, set down his oil lamp, and began to whisper a honorific name in the Giant language:
"The Pitch-Black Lord who dwells alongside History; "The Incarnation of countless miracles; "The Deity who wields wishes..."
This was the honorific name of the Pitch-Black Demonic Wolf Klein had obtained from the "Goddess of the Night". Although that mythological creature might not still be using it, having perhaps long since changed it, mystically speaking, it would undoubtedly still point to Him.