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“Sister, compared to you who have accomplished nothing, I am perhaps the true ‘executor’ of the plan to continue the existence of Sephiroth.”

But all of this has been ruined by you and the people you brought with you.

Hearing her say that,

Sitting opposite him, Fausta remained expressionless.

Only the faint ripple in her eyes proved that she was not completely oblivious.
You've crossed the line.

According to my calculations, what you did in Tokyo only reached the fifth level of energy change, but the consequences were far more extensive.
Do you know what this means?

According to law, it is in accordance with the law.

You just happened to meet their requirements.

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Deep within a dilapidated building complex in Tokyo,
Old Constance, who hadn't prioritized the Tokyo sinking crisis in his plans, had arrived at a library on the verge of collapse.

The man behind him raised a lamp to illuminate the words written on the bookshelf.

It was a description entirely different from the writing systems currently known to humanity in the Fifth Age:
Human Selection Project

The old dean kept repeating this erased historical term, and the ink in his pen seeped into the documents without him even realizing it.

But at that moment, the neon lights outside the window, which had long been extinguished, flickered on again after countless flashes of dawn.

This time, it was a long period of brightness.

It is as bright as day.
It's like Tokyo has woken up again.

It was as if the entire city had just taken a deep breath.

Noticing this change, the middle man, dressed in Lorenzreel's teacher's robes, nodded to Dean Constance:
"Although we have already made demands in secret, their probing this time has indeed crossed the line."

The Tokyo defense line cannot be breached, but thanks to this crisis, we have finally obtained hidden clues.

"Valle dei Re in Elia, Italy?"

The old monk stroked his white beard.
"There's still a bunch of old friends there, I haven't seen them in a long time."

But normally, they should all be at the 'stone tablet point' right now.

Bring back that guy who went on an adventure in the Cajerona caves beneath the Catla volcano!
He should get down to business.

The thought of these guys who aren't even in Lorenzreel...
Old Constance was speechless.

He assigned these teachers the dual roles of 'sentinel' and 'researcher' in the large library, not so they could go around causing trouble.

Not to mention the scoundrel Dean Faraella, who does good deeds only a few times and does bad deeds most of the time.
Because of them, the Lorenzreel branch is about to be removed from the Great Library.

But at this very moment,
The encrypted channel of the Great Library suddenly lit up:
[The Great Library - Emergency Meeting of Sages]

[Emergency Caller: Lascax, Greek Scavenger - Greek Literature School]

Current number of attendees: 28

The figures of the 157 sages residing in the Earth region lit up instantly, and even the holographic image of old Constance appeared with snow-like noise.

The initiator was a slightly disheveled old man.

He was dressed in a medieval monk's robe, with a monocle over his left eye, behind which floated a miniature projection of the Dead Sea Scrolls.

"The seal of the Fourth Age has begun to loosen."

His voice was like the tolling of a bell from the bottom of the sea.

"Someone has tampered with a counterfeit 'Key to the Gate'."

But just as he was speaking...

The background image of another sage from the Great Library suddenly shook violently, and a terrifying wail echoed from the background.
"But that's not the worst of it, Casey. You have to figure out how to control that big guy."

Lead it toward the meteor shower.

The person who interrupted suddenly realized he was still in a meeting, and quickly added:

"Forehead,

I seem to have some unexpected trouble to deal with. You guys talk first.

Oh, by the way, let me tell you...
There's a shop selling "Blues Consciousness Special" drinks in the Cold Iron Corridor of NGC 4486 in the Virgo A system, roughly at coordinates 572.134.12. It's run by a remnant AI from the Fourth Era, and the drinks are genuine.

"Where did you come from? I'm the meeting host!"

The scavenger who organized the meeting, upon hearing others discussing these completely irrelevant topics, immediately kicked him out of the group chat.
"This person is from nowhere on Earth. Who brought him in?"

"These must be bards who infiltrated the 'Paper Painting' group; they often do this kind of thing."

Ok,
They usually do it under the guise of seeking inspiration.

Others seemed to have gotten used to the fact that paper artists could do this kind of thing, so they simply ignored it.

After all, wise people are very rational.

A woman coughed, then steered the conversation back to what the Greek scavenger, Lascaux, had said at the beginning:
"They are trying to use the Dead Sea Scrolls to prevent the arrival of this era?"
Similar situations occurred in the 18th and 20th centuries, and this is not the first time.

If it's just meme distortion,

"Within ±2.0, the Zero Point Detection Bureau should perform zeroing and shielding on all values."

Old Constance, who had just found the information, shook his head.

"The crisis that follows should not be of this level."

But then he was interrupted by another person: "I remember when you were still at the sixth level, you didn't think that way."

Those who fall,
Didn't you also believe you could reach the seventh tier of godhood back then?

"Is the ladder of the gods the final destination chosen by humanity, or a link that 'them' deliberately severed?"

Old Constance said with a hint of mockery
"It was because I saw them that..."

"Tsk, what a pathetic bunch, that's why I reverted to my 'humanity'."

Because of some people he didn't get along with, the old dean withdrew from the impromptu meeting.

The reappearance of the Dead Sea Scrolls means that a large number of people will be gathering in that place in the future.

Thinking of this,

The white-bearded old man simply took a small box out of his sleeve:

Inside lay half a dried dragon scale, its edges still stained with dark red blood.

This was a trophy he retrieved twenty years ago from the remains of a fifth-order divine abomination called "Leviathan" in a cave in Hokkaido.

"A fifth-order,"
Will one really die so easily?

He whispered to the room filled with books from the disaster that had destroyed Tokyo, the dimly lit room reflecting the twelve exorcising knives hanging on the wall.

outside the window,

The lights of Tokyo Tower suddenly all turned to the northwest, like countless golden fingers pointing to the sky.

Old Constance took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

"The little ones did a good job."

It's time to help them wrap things up.

As for what these old guys are worried about.

Haha, it's definitely not as valuable as the 'inspiration' that the paper drawing group focuses on.

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the other side,
Martian surface:

The tremors at the Mariner Valley base on Mars grew increasingly violent, and the reinforced concrete dome was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Crimson Martian dust poured wildly into the cracks, turning the entire passage a deathly ochre color.

Su Wen walked at the very front.

He raised the Dawn Barrier with one hand, his radiant figure standing like an impenetrable barrier in the broken passage.

(End of this chapter)