I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"Why is this night watchman so petty?!" Li Lin muttered as he opened the dark green desktop and habitually checked the attributes.

Name: Abraham Leelin

[Occupation: Geo Archon, Strategic-level Mage, Reunion Movement Mentor, Key Hunter (Former)]

[Nature and Appearance: Cast.]

[Current Stage: Third Mark, Seventh Mark (Teyvat only).]

[Characteristics: Infected by Oripathy (increased casting speed, reduced lifespan), impending doom (already postponed by one year! Indefinitely postponed in the Teyvat world).]

[Anchored World: Awakening World (Cult Simulator)]

[Current World: Awakening World (Cult Simulator)]

[Current remaining time travels: 0.]

[Possessing Secret Techniques: Exclusive Level 1 Pseudo-Canonical Secret Technique - Testimony of the Furnace Fire (Casting, Flint); Exclusive to the Daytime Forge of the Divine Star, Level 1 Canonical Secret Technique - The Secret of Forging (Casting, Lamp); Exclusive to the Double-Horned Axe of the Divine Star, Level 3 Canonical Secret Technique - Declaration of Mountain Chopping (Initiation, Winter)...]

[Exclusive Secret Technique Upgrade Progress: 9/9]

[Current season: A season of frequent hallucinations.]

What a spectacle!

"I know about the Rock King Emperor, but what is a strategic-level mage again...?" Li Lin searched his empty brain and finally found a memory about it from some unknown corner.

It's already been two volumes since the beginning of the story, and this title is only now appearing. Is it that people in the Harry Potter world are bestowing this title upon themselves?

So sometimes you shouldn't blame Li Lin for not being able to build a harem; with his kind of thought process, it's abnormal for anyone to be able to connect with him.

Master Li pushed open the toilet door and saw the exile in the private room flipping through the book "Silence." Her short, bob-haired hair fell down, obscuring her face, and her red eyes were as quiet as two gems, gleaming with the light of quiet contemplation.

The exile pinched his chin, then placed his hand on the magazine "Silence," turning it around and handing it to Li Lin.

"It seems things have changed a bit, my lord... We have to get off in two stops."

On the pure black page, a line of bold and underlined text floats: War Breaks Out in Northern Austria, Attention All Mystics and Supernatural Beings!

There were no fancy embellishments or animated images to supplement the description; there was only this one line of lonely text, and at the end, an exclamation mark that seemed to be blood, exuding a strong, pungent smell of blood.

"What war?"

“I don’t know, but Defour will definitely go. That’s the kind of person he is.” The exile’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “So I’m not going to do that. Yes, I’ll make a big detour after two stops and head straight to the sea.”

Defort is the leader of the liquidators of life trading, and the turbulent land of war is undoubtedly a good place to hone the skills of blades, as well as a favorable market for trading life.

According to the theory of the Divination ...

If you're lucky, you might even find shrines dedicated to these deities with their various facial features.

For the Liberators, they would try to avoid dealing with the followers of the Divine Stars, but for the exiles who betrayed the Liberators and began to use the invisible arts, this was a place to improve themselves.

The exiles anticipated Defour's prediction.

"Was this also part of your plan, Snyder!" Lee Lin shouted.

The exile hesitated, about to say something, when the train suddenly began to shake, followed by a sharp whistle, and then it slowed down—

Urgent footsteps and the sound of people running around came from outside the compartment, and the entire train was plunged into chaos.

The exile and Li Lin exchanged a glance, picked up their briefcases, and pushed open the door to the private room.

Outside lay a desolate wilderness, and the railway tracks in front of the train had been brutally severed by something, with the tracks warped and bent not far away. The sleepers that had been underneath were scattered haphazardly across the barren landscape.

A large crack ran across the ground, blocking the way.

The distant mountains stood under the blazing red sun, casting deep black shadows on the earth.

"What happened?" someone asked anxiously, tapping the floor of the private room with their cane. "What should we do now?"

The exile took a step back, her petite body completely hidden by the crowd. Li Lin could see her fluffy, wavy short hair and smell the orange scent on her body as he looked down.

“I’m afraid we’re in a rather serious situation. This is not something that the civilized world can easily handle,” the exile muttered in Sicilian profanity. “These damned toad-skin bastards.”

“Compared to staying here to investigate, there’s something else I care about more,” Li Lin said.

"What's wrong?" The exile looked up, but unfortunately, the height difference between her and Li Lin was too great, making it difficult for her to look up at Li Lin in the crowd.

"This train was interrupted, but have the next trains been notified?"

If no message is received, the next bus will come at the same speed until, by accident, it collides with the train in front, forming a human centipede-like shape.

For the first time ever, the exiles fell silent.

It seemed that others had also realized this, as the train crew quickly evacuated the passengers and displayed warning signs in various ways.

“Let’s go.” The exile who witnessed this scene turned around. “This kind of incident will definitely attract the police from the civilized world.”

Exiles are reluctant to deal with the police unless absolutely necessary, because official relationships require more time than those with gangs or the Mafia, and the higher their position, the more insatiable their greed.

Li Lin did not object, and the two took advantage of the noise of the crowd to quietly break away from the main group and enter the desolate wilderness where there was no village or shop in sight.

......

Night fell on the wasteland, and cold, solitary stars hung in the sky, scattered and unable to form the shape Li Lin remembered.

Considering that these stars are actually historical records, dreams, and even the borders between the waking and sleeping worlds, the waking world is actually much larger and more profound than many people imagine.

In a sheltered mountain hollow, the exile changed out of his very fancy suit and into a simple Berber-style outfit, though he still wore that cheap pearl necklace around his neck.

There seemed to be a huge space in her suitcase. Li Lin watched as she rummaged around inside and pulled out two more tents.

The exiles seemed very familiar with this kind of wilderness life. They quickly gathered some dry branches, lit a campfire, and within twenty minutes, a tin can filled with meat broth was hanging over the fire, making a bubbling sound.

Taking advantage of the exiles' inattention, Li Lin secretly reached into the soup and scooped out a little to taste.

The moment the soup touched his lips, Li Lin's eyes widened.

This taste...?

Li Lin looked at the broth from left to right, but there was no sign of it glowing, which puzzled Master Li even more.

Just then, the exile turned around, and Li Lin asked her a question directly.

“It’s Lala Fertilizer. I put Lala Fertilizer in the can.” The exile answered matter-of-factly, pointing to the unopened can in his hand. “This Lala Fertilizer canned food, jointly produced by the Morgan Company of the New World and the Sophoby family, is quite popular among mystics and supernatural beings.”

Li Lin hesitated, wondering why the world was also persecuting lesbians.

Damn it, when will we Lala Fat people ever be able to stand up again? Hell is empty, all the devils are here. Thinking about this, tears involuntarily streamed down Li Lin's face.

"Another bowl, please." Li Lin issued the supreme order.

"Eat sparingly, my lord." The exile placed the second can of Lala Fat on the campfire.

The canned lara fat emitted an enticing color and aroma over the campfire.

A cool breeze suddenly blew in from not far away, carrying an indescribable smell mixed with strange noises.

“Let us hunt down those who have fallen into darkness,” Li Lin suddenly said.

You wait for me in 250 years!

A gray ball of fur rolled out of the darkness, looking quite bouncy.

"What's this?" Li Lin asked.

"cat."

The exile picked out a piece of lard from the can and threw it over, and then Li Lin saw that the fur ball had four short legs underneath it.

Cats with dull fur color

Sexual characteristics: Cup, Moth

Cats are the smallest creations of the Lion-Makers in the Celestial Hour; they are remnants left over from when the Lion-Makers created ferocious beasts.

This thing really is a cat.

Damn it, who can resist an adorable cat? Undeterred, Li Lin moved closer, resorting to his old trick: "Actually, I'm the lion maker's biological son..."

The aloof gray cat wiggled its rear end and climbed over to the exile, purring indistinctly for food.

"Good boy." Snyder reached out and stroked the cat's chin, making the gray cat willingly lie down beside her.

Li Lin clenched his fists, his intense jealousy fueling his desire to rise to the top. Unwilling to admit defeat, Master Li was determined to one day challenge the lion dancer to a duel.

"Damn it. What's so great about cats? They live just fine without them!" Li Lin sat on the side, his jealousy bordering on madness.

After feeding the cat of unknown origin a piece of fatty meat, the exile took out a map from his pocket and examined the road by the light of the campfire.

The sudden war in northern Austria was essentially a confrontation between the Diviners in the Mansu, a projection of their conflict onto the real world. If the exiles were dedicated to worshipping the two Diviners of the Blade and becoming their immortals, participating in this war would actually be a good choice.

But the exile hesitated, because there was a third path she could take besides becoming an immortal soldier.

“…About bloodlines.” Snyder smiled sarcastically, meeting Li Lin’s gaze across the campfire. “Have I told you about this?”

This way of changing the subject is too naive; it needs guidance from a seasoned and knowledgeable elder like Li Lin.

“No.” Li Lin thought to himself, “Now the wheels of history are turning again. Go ahead and tell me.”

"The man I once called father was, on the surface, a nobleman of French and Italian descent, but he had lived for hundreds of years."

“Gou…” Li Lin suddenly said.

The gray cat, which was lying on the exile's lap, was startled by Li Lin's sudden outburst.