Chapter 1210 - 516: Heaven Every Day, Hell Every Day

'What's happening? What's going to happen next?'

Curled up in a corner of the cave's shadows, the Spiritual Message Catcher shivered as he watched the changes in the scene.

The battle between the Pantheon Mage and the High-level Abnormal People, just the aftershocks, already made him smell the scent of death.

To be honest, he believes that if he were to turn around and flee, the Big Sister probably wouldn't blame him.

Initially, he chose to stay out of concern for the Big Sister and a sense of loyalty, but now that things have escalated to this point, even a fool can see that the Big Sister, whom he thought was just a Second Transformation Healer, is actually a figure far beyond his understanding, beyond imagination.

He didn't even need the ability to analyze and capture messages; the intense battle revolving around the Mute Girl revealed the truth.

So, instead of worrying about the Big Sister's safety, what he should focus on now is preserving his own life.

However, despite being enveloped in anxiety and fear, the Spiritual Message Catcher's feet felt rooted, unable to choose to flee, but instead, continued to hide in the shadows, holding his breath, quietly watching everything unfold in the field.

Beyond fear and survival instincts, a deeper desire gripped his heart.

It was curiosity.

What will happen next?

The professional abilities of the Spiritual Message Catcher allowed him to capture information particles in the atmosphere and analyze intelligence that ordinary professionals couldn't perceive.

Just like the Mute Girl, who also a Second Transformation, gained fame through her unique healing abilities. Although his strength as a Thief was mediocre, this rare talent even allowed him to join the ranks of Legendary Adventurers,

Before he was cursed, the Warlock Association had not only once reached out to him, hoping that one day, when he ascended to the Third Ascension, he could come to them to complete the transformation ceremony.

Though he wasn't on the level of an Innate Sorcerer, undoubtedly, his ability to capture information was also a talent factor hidden within his own "Abyss."

And now, this instinct from deep within was shouting, telling him not to miss any moment coming up.

He could sense that the largest outbreak of information he had ever seen in his life, surpassing the sum of all information he had captured so far, was about to happen before his eyes.

If he could just parse a glimpse, once the curse on him healed, the path to becoming Legendary would be unobstructed.

As he held his breath and focused, the Winged Boy, gradually falling into a disadvantage in the fight, suddenly raised his hand and decisively tore off his other arm.

The gushing blood mist intertwined with the golden Magic Power, quickly condensing into a pure white Light Feather at the severed arm.

The vastness of information contained in that single wing, just a glimpse from afar, gave the Spiritual Message Catcher a splitting headache as if something were expanding inside his skull.

He quickly lowered his head, but still kept an eye on the changes in the battle with his peripheral vision.

The next moment, the Winged Boy soared high and landed on the Holy Stone of the Divine City Sect not far away.

The Light Feather fell, and at the moment of touching the pure white stone surface, a sudden change erupted.

The stone, which appeared to be just a regular ornament, suddenly burst into extremely intense light.

The density of information sharply rose, and countless Magic Patterns hidden beneath the stone surface emerged, densely covering the entire surface, then extending throughout the cave, even further, connecting with the entire Dungeon.

The suddenly activated massive ritual formation released such an amount of information that the whole cave felt as if it were suffocating in the Deep Sea.

If the magic unleashed by the Divine City believers was like a gentle breeze, then the battle between the Winged Boy and the Pantheon Mage was like a torrent, and now, the magic emanating from the Holy Stone was akin to a dense mountain reaching into the clouds, or perhaps the ocean itself, fundamentally different from anything the Spiritual Message Catcher had perceived before.

Forbidden Curse—despite never having witnessed such magic, this term instinctively flashed through his mind.

Watching this scene, the Hero's brother also frowned, his expression becoming somewhat grim.

"So it really is like this..." he muttered to himself, yet his tone didn't sound surprised.

The Hidden Philosopher. His path to becoming a Pantheon was in collecting and recording unknown secrets, somewhat similar in nature to a Knowledge Hunter, a profession somewhat derived from such Fantasy Species.

Although it was his mother who planned this professional route for him, the brother himself didn't dislike this path, even enjoying it.

Mages who choose this path must possess exceptional willpower and calm rationality.

Even when faced with forbidden knowledge, they won't be eroded, nor troubled by knowledge addiction.

If he merely followed others' arrangements, he could never step into the Pantheon.

Power originates from knowledge, and knowledge stems from the mysterious.

In this world where forbidden knowledge itself possesses life force, those unknown and unexplained mysteries not only contain great power but also exude a charm that entices one's heart.

Thanks to his sister, even though he's just starting to enter the Pantheon, he has already encountered two Great Demon Level beings: the Angel King and the Wandering Theater, sequentially participating in the pursuit of those mysteries.

He learned of the lost history of the Angel Country and uncovered the secrets behind the Wandering Theater.

For an ordinary Mage, entities that exist only in myths and Forbidden Books, things they've never even heard of, he not only confronted but once stood against and repelled them.

This achievement would leave even the Great Mages, who call the shots at the academic halls of the Capital, utterly astonished. It even made the young man understand for a time why his father held such disdain for the Kingdom's highest institution of learning.

Thus, the young man had confidence that no matter what shocking secrets were presented before him, he could remain calm.

Yet even he, when for the third time pursued the mysteries hidden in the world's dark side due to his sister, couldn't help but feel deeply astonished.

For compared to the lost history concerning the Kingdom's origin, compared to the dark hand that existed since the dawn of epochs, an even deeper and more hidden darkness was not anywhere else in the world but in the mansion where he grew up.

Involving a mother with a past from an alien star, influencing a world-changing father...

The Taboo that could easily tear, pollute an ordinary soul, had been accompanying him ever since he was born.

This even made the young man feel that walking the path of the "Hidden Philosopher" seemed like a certain destiny.

And after following his father's footsteps to the Plain Ancient City, he began investigating the situation in the Dungeons, quickly uncovering clues.

——Divine Basin Sect.

Imitating the structure of the Black Gate, evading the Church's pursuit, this Heresy Sect subtly set up many bases within the Dungeons. Although they had grown rapidly in recent years, overall, they weren't considered a particularly extreme evil threat.

After all, their activities were focused on the Dungeons, and they hardly conflicted with the surface. Among Adventurers, many were their general Believers, indistinguishable from each other once they entered the Dungeons.

But the young man noticed a rarely detected blind spot: before the Shining World Saintess emerged, the Black Gate was notorious within the Kingdom for being tough and secretive, even the Divine Knowledge Saintess couldn't completely eradicate them.

So how did a seemingly insignificant small sect in the Plain Ancient City manage to emulate the essence of their organizational structure?

All that manpower, resources, and time spent setting up unknown worship Sanctuaries within the Dungeons, do they really have no other purpose?

Though a bit of thought revealed numerous doubts, few, even those capable, would delve deeply into studying their organizational structure, examining how truly similar it was to the real Black Gate, nor would they care what these mystically inclined people were really doing in the Dungeons.

Thus, it remained unknown what the true name of the Divine Basin Sect was.

Even they themselves were clueless about their true nature.

——True Saint Disciples: Cuixing Sect.

After activating the Magic Technique within the Holy Stone, the Winged Boy lowered his head and gazed directly at the spirit body housed within the Holy Stone.

Then, observing the outside world through the Holy Stone, the Emerald-Starred Key asked thusly.

"Do you consider yourself 'the strongest'?"

[Y/N (Dialogue affects the weight of the Limit Breaking options)]

D2=1

"——Yes."

"Have you reached your limit?"

D2=1

"——Indeed."

"In your sight, does an end exist?"

D2=1

"——It does."

"Then why do you desire the power to break through everything?"

[Object of the Limit Breaking Curse]

1~2. To guide everything. [Self - Solo Descent]

3~6. To create Heaven on Earth. [Dungeon - Illusory Floating City]

7~9. To save the world. [Moon Bridge - Earth-Moon Front]

10. Great Success/Great Failure

D10=6

♛:

"——To create, that Heaven on Earth."