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

The metal trash can lid was stuck at an angle in the pile of garbage, not enough to cover the cat's entire body. It could only sit on the only remaining piece of dry newspaper, its tail swaying gently.

The white figure walked towards the cat.

The white cat didn't seem afraid of people; it just looked up at him and let out a soft meow.

The figure bowed slightly, placed the umbrella next to the kitten, and then left the alley without looking back.

After leaving the alley, the white-clad figure frowned, his gaze sweeping across the gradually emptying street.

It's just a little delay, and I've already lost sight of my goal.

The rain gradually soaked his clothes, his hair clung to his cheeks, and his messy black hair covered his forehead. A chill ran down his neck and down his back and chest... The white figure shook his head and lost track of him.

The rain intensified, the sound grew louder, the rain curtain thickened, and muffled thunder rumbled through the thick, dark clouds.

The white figure finally gave up the search and walked into the mosque at the end of the road.

The sounds of prayer and the footsteps of worshippers in the mosque drowned out the sound of the rain.

A white figure stood in the covered walkway in front of the mosque, listening to the sound of the bronze bell not far away. Rainwater slid down his body and gradually accumulated into a puddle at his feet.

Many people came to seek shelter from the rain, but he was the only one who was soaked to the bone.

Completely ignoring the strange looks from others, the white figure wandered aimlessly outside the mosque like a drowning ghost. Unknowingly, he arrived at the empty square in front of the mosque, only to see a dark figure flash by in the long corridor beside the square.

Ignoring the gasps of the surrounding crowd, the white figure lunged straight at the black shadow. With lightning speed, it smashed through the crowd blocking its path and chased the black shadow into another sparsely populated corridor.

The two stood in the corridor, looking at each other from a distance of several meters.

A hint of doubt flashed across the dark figure's face.

A sinister smile gradually appeared on the white figure's face: "Go ahead and keep running, you fucking bastard?"

"Did we make a mistake?" the dark figure asked hesitantly. Before he could finish speaking, the white figure rushed forward, tripped him with a sweeping leg, and then sat on him, punching him repeatedly.

"Damn it, you dare to run around in front of your Grandpa Li?"

The shadowy figure struggled incessantly: "It's a misunderstanding, this is absolutely a misunderstanding!"

After being beaten dozens of times, a young woman wearing a headscarf ran over from not far away, looking around as if she was looking for someone.

Having gained an advantage, Li Lin turned and ran away.

Unable to catch up with Li Lin, the woman returned crying and helped her lover up. Neither of them dared to make a sound, and they hurriedly headed to their rendezvous.

In the covered corridor on the other side, the real informant of the national liberation movement had been waiting for an hour.

302 "Lurking"

boom--

A figure pushed through the crowd blocking their way and quickly approached the informant.

The informant looked Li Lin up and down, an expression of disbelief gradually appearing on his face: "You're Said?"

"I'm not Said, so who are you?" Li Lin lowered his voice, while his eyes scanned his surroundings like a thief, giving the informant in front of him an immense sense of pressure.

Mustafa gave them the documents, which were burned after reading, but they made it very clear that Said was a fabricated identity, an identity used to liaise with the National Liberation Front.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Doesn't a rendezvous need a little ceremony?" Li Lin's eyes widened.

In TV dramas, underground party members always keep their voices down and act furtively when they meet, fearing that plainclothes police officers might follow them.

The informant hesitated, then sighed after considering the identity of the person in front of him: "Alright... but why did you chase after that passerby?"

Although he had been waiting, he had witnessed Li Lin and the dark figure putting on a chase.

"Oh, you mean this?" Li Lin's face showed undisguised disgust. "Damn it, that bastard was having an affair with his lover."

"...?"

That's it? You just rushed over and beat up that innocent passerby? The informant seemed to have a lot to say but didn't know how to express it. Seeing that the surrounding crowd was occasionally casting interested glances in his direction, he had no choice but to change direction.

"Let's go get a coffee."

“Is black tea the only option?”

The informant, not understanding what was wrong with Li Lin again, could only obediently lead him to the meeting place, a café specifically for liaison meetings.

"A cup of coffee, a cup of black tea."

The two sat down in a corner of the cafe, looking at the torrential rain outside. The informant sighed, "How much do you remember about the mission?"

"By capturing Algiers, one female student per person?" Li Lin asked tentatively.

The informant paused, then said, "It's not impossible... wait, not that!"

The informant, whose face was ashen, slapped his forehead, realizing he had almost been led astray by Li Lin. After regaining his senses, he sighed deeply.

The fact that Li Lin could say something like that shows he knows absolutely nothing about the mission. Who on earth has the organization sent this time...?

The informant shook his head and repeated the mission to Li Lin: "Our ultimate goal is to welcome the eternal great work of the twelfth Imam on earth. The primary goal at present is to overthrow the rule of the white pigs in Algiers, and your goal is to obtain the 'Great Qing Purana' in the University of Algiers!"

Li Lin thought to himself, "What kind of bullshit task is this? Anyone can become a leader now."

Moreover, combining halal and religious texts together results in neither religious nor halal content.

However, Li Lin was currently making a living under the National Liberation Front, so he couldn't be so quick to undermine them: "Tell me more about that so-called Book of Past Lives, what does it look like?"

The informant thought, "You come to work without knowing anything?" But considering Li Lin's previous performance, he figured it was all the same whether he said one thing or two, so he simply repeated himself.

"Those heretics call it the Book of the Sun, because they have not experienced the truth, and because the Primordial Books were destroyed by a demon named Mithras..."

As the informant at the table rambled on, Li Lin's thoughts drifted away: the so-called Mithras should be the Mithraic religion that existed long before Christianity, and in the records of the Reshaping Hand, the Mithraic religion had an even more glorious name—the Invincible Sun God Cult.

The reason they dared to call themselves the invincible sun was because the object of their worship was none other than the true sun—the radiant sun—which had not yet split into four parts at that time.

Although over time, Mithraic worship gradually went underground, and even their Christmas was adopted by the Orthodox Church as the Messiah's birthday, and even the Sun Cave, which worshipped the sun, was gradually destroyed in one purge after another.

The sun seemed unconcerned about this, because whether or not its worshippers existed would have no effect on it, just like an old Eastern saying: "Heaven follows the way, it does not exist for Yao, nor does it perish for Jie."

The four elements of religion are interdependent: internal religious concepts and thoughts, internal religious emotions or experiences, external religious behaviors and actions, and external religious organizations and institutions. The most important core element is religious concepts.

Even if the organizational structure of Mithraism collapses and there are no longer places of worship, as long as the sun still shines, Mithraism will not truly perish.

However, after October 4, 1582, the true Sun ceased to exist. In the forging grounds of Mansu, Sichen Bai Ri Forge personally split the Sun apart. The once supreme Sichen was now divided into four. In addition to His three faces, there was also Sichen Splitting Wolf, which symbolized the wound from the split. Furthermore, all the named beings and immortals who once belonged to the Sun disintegrated together.

The illusory realm was plunged into true cold, the woodlands would never see light again, and the forging grounds still echo with the wailing of the sun's splitting and the light of its dying moments.

In the waking world, the Gregorian calendar replaced the old Julian calendar, leading to enormous historical divisions. The celestial officials argued violently in the night, while the churches and nations that worshipped them fought amongst themselves. Unaware of this, mortals simply believed that a calendar had changed, few realizing that in that moment, the world had been permanently altered.

What was once considered truth has become fallacy, and what was once the underlying logic of the world has become flawed—the heliocentric theory has been abandoned, the geocentric theory has been swept into the ground, the Philosopher's Stone can no longer be truly refined, and alchemists can only use a universal solvent called Azot to replace their ideas.

"Hell" collapsed, and "Heaven" no longer exists. For people four hundred years later, this is a distant legend.

Few people know that Mithras's real name was Mithra, and Mithra was once one of the many glorious names of the sun.

Of course, all of the above information comes from the internal archives of Reconstruction Hand, the occasional popular science articles in the Silent magazine, and the notes left by the Key Hunter. With these things, Li Lin is no longer just a superficial gamer, but a superhuman who has truly delved into the mysterious world.

Thinking of this, Li Lin said he fully understood and was determined to obtain the fragments of "The Book of the Sun".

The informant expressed great satisfaction.

Li Lin was also quite satisfied. After all, he had never said that he would hand over the fragments of the "Book of the Sun." Would he return something that was in his hands to someone else? That was impossible.

The informant had a high opinion of Li Lin's awareness, and at the same time silently revised his evaluation of Li Lin in his mind: Although he seemed unreliable, his loyalty to the organization was beyond doubt, and his determination to achieve his goals was very firm.

With that in mind, the informant gave Li Lin another task: "If any of the students from the University of Algiers have any activities, don't get involved."

As if recalling Li Lin's unparalleled ability to act independently, the informant quickly added, "You shouldn't get involved either!"

Otherwise, the students' petty squabbles might really escalate into a major incident like "storming the Governor's Mansion and hanging the white pig."

303 I possess astonishing wisdom!

Several figures appeared at the apartment entrance. They exchanged glances and saw weariness and exhaustion in each other.

More than two hours have passed since Li Lin left the note.

"Achoo!" Xingti sneezed.

"What's wrong?" Virtue asked, while Nian keenly noticed that Xingti carried the smell of the sea that she disliked.

“I discovered the ruins of a monastery,” Xingti said excitedly. “It’s about twins.”

"That's truly cause for celebration." After a moment's thought, Virtin understood why Xingti was so happy.

The temples of the twin witches and twin priestesses share the same location. They are considered the same individual in a mystical sense, but they have different focuses, areas, and preferences. Although there is not much difference between the priests and they seem to be equal in status, some priests are more equal than others.

Just like the glorious sun of the past, the Night Watchman Pupil Door of today, the Crimson Cup and the White Forge, this naturally includes the Twins of the Sea.

“But the Twins of the Sea pose an extremely high threat to humanity. Both their powers and preferences are far too dangerous for the Decayers.” Veltin recalled the fleeting glimpse he had made at the Foundation, where the paper-shaped containment device had a comparison of the threat levels to the various Siren from one to five.

Among them, Night Watchman - Pupil Door and Wanderer are both 2, White Forge is 4, and Ant Mother and Crimson Cup are undoubtedly 5.

The twins of the sea are special; they are counted as 3 and 4 when counted separately, but no one dares to count them together.

Wilting strongly suspected that they were ranked fifth because the threat level of that containment object was only capped at 5.

"I know, I know," Xingti waved happily, though it was unclear whether she had actually listened. "What about you guys? What did you go about?"

Virtin's focus was originally on the antique shops in Algiers, but Nian didn't seem interested in that, so their approach shifted from "studying the antique shops and investigating through mythology and history" to surveying factories and smelting ore. Overall, their results were meager, even less than those of Xingti and her team.