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

"hehe."

On the jade throne in front of the forget-me-not, a woman with strange, deep blue hair laughed from her chest, a sound reminiscent of ice breaking.

From the Forget-Me-Not's perspective, all one could see was her hair falling to her sides, the astonishing curve of her chest, and the crystalline growths freely on either side of her temples. The flickering candlelight danced before her, pushing away the approaching mist.

“Leader, you seem to have a high regard for the Key Hunter.” Forget-Me-Not bowed in response.

"He's very interesting. Very interesting."

“Yes, Miss Arcana.” Forget-me-not held up the transparent tablet in her hand. “The Key Hunter is just as rumored, often coming up with whimsical ideas, good at all sorts of strange theories, hiding a wise mind beneath a crazy and carefree exterior, and using all sorts of shameless behavior to cover up his true self.”

"It seems that escaping the snake's bite hasn't made him timid," Forget-Me-Not commented.

"I am very satisfied."

"Yes... what?" Forget-me-not was so shocked that she even forgot to use honorifics. It had been a long time since she had used the word "satisfied" in the mouth of her leader.

The woman known as Arcana rose from her throne and gazed at Forget-Me-Not in the shadowy darkness. Across the vast expanse of time and space, Forget-Me-Not heard her voice ring in her ears, like thunder piercing through the clouds.

“You haven’t been to Mansu for a long time, so it’s only natural that you wouldn’t notice anything unusual about him.”

Arcana raised his light-colored eyes, looking in an indistinct direction. "Naturally, you also don't know that a new immortal has appeared in Mansu."

"when......!"

Forget-Me-Not's eyes widened instantly, her thin body swaying as if stabbed by a sword. "Impossible—neither the Silent Bookstore nor the Foundation...they show no signs of ascension. Who completed the ritual?"

A Master of the Hour has only seven seats for those with names, and a single person with a name also has only seven seats for those who live forever; the number of positions for those who live forever is extremely limited.

They represent authority, power, life, wisdom, and belonging to an earthly empire.

All things considered, from the highest level of the immortal realm to the waking world, there are only 1,470 seats for immortals, and a considerable number of these are either vacant by imperial decree or occupied by various means.

Many exceptionally gifted individuals, having thoroughly studied the secret manuals and obtained the rituals through exchanges of benefits, mastered rare level 3 or even level 4 artifacts, creating a massive influence capable of covering an entire country. Yet, due to the lack of suitable positions, they could only die on the spot in regret.

Among the immortals who follow the nine principles, those of the Lamp sign are called the Lightbringers or Radiant Ones. They shed their mortal bodies when they pass through the highest point of Mansus and dwell in Mansus as pure spiritual beings. In addition, there are some immortals who are favored by the Divine Star and are able to reside in Mansus.

Most immortals, after a brief stay at the heights of Manju, are forced to return to the mortal world, either dwelling in those star-like dreams, staying in a small piece of frozen history, or hiding behind the mortal kingdoms, managing their own power.

Over a long period of time, the immortals have almost completely divided up the territory of the mortal world and the dream world. At this point, a newly ascended immortal will undoubtedly disrupt the order.

Moreover, he was promoted precisely when the wave phenomenon occurred.

Without a doubt, the moment that newly born immortal ascended to the highest point of Mansukia, he must have seen the "wave" sweeping in from the end of history... and he must have also seen them, and their mortal enemy, the Foundation!

An immortal being with an ambiguous attitude seemed to know everything about them.

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Thinking of this, Forget-Me-Not's chest felt like it was being squeezed. He tried his best to keep his expression calm and bowed his head to the leader in front of him.

"It seems you were prepared for this all along."

"I wouldn't say I was prepared; as someone who studies secret history and is knowledgeable about various histories, I only met her briefly."

Arcana clasped his hands together in front of his chest: "She was a fervent devotee of the Unburnt God, and the one who prepared her seat was the [Cauldron Lord]."

"The Crucible Lord... the head of the seven named beings of the Unburnt God, who understands the ancient fire of radiance." Forget-me-not murmured to herself, "Legend has it that he was once summoned by the Forgotten Family and unleashed his boundless rage during the expedition to the Far East subcontinent. The crescent banner approached Mohenjo-daro three times in a single day, finally burning the old royal city of the Neck-Clad Noble to ashes and turning the great river basin into a desert."

"At least we all know that it's not a legend, but history."

Arcana chuckled softly, “That fiery one was granted permission to reside in Mansu and even received his own fiefdom, near the realm of the Unburnt God, the [Forgeground].

Forget-me-not fell silent.

How many years has it been...? Apart from those who are radiant and those who are radiant, another immortal being has been born who can be specially permitted by Sichen to live in Mansu? And not on the edge of Mansu, but high up in Mansu, near the divine kingdom of the Unburnt God—this almost means that as long as there is a vacancy in the seat of the named one, she may directly become the named one of the White Day Forge!

"That key hunter?"

Forget-Me-Not frowned, staring at Arcana with suspicion and uncertainty. "Miss Arcana, do you mean that the Key Hunter has been marked by that Blazing One?"

Arcana said nothing; her shadow vanished into the misty haze, and the scattered candlelight transformed into a bursting golden bubble.

The forget-me-not stood there, lost in thought.

The Key Hunter has been marked by that favored Fiery One, which means he is very likely to reach the third mark in a very short time, or even step into the threshold of becoming a Knower.

Most mystics and supernatural beings believe that to ascend to immortality, one must obtain the Seventh Mark; however, only a few long-established secret orders know that the Seventh Mark alone cannot make one immortal. They will lose their physical form the moment they pass through the Mansus and fall into the form of a different species within the Mansus.

Only by becoming a knowledgeable person marked by the immortals can one relatively safely absorb various secret teachings; otherwise, even if one simply studies, the sheer volume of knowledge will drive one mad and to death.

The number of Enlightened Ones is also limited, and the limit remains seven—each Elder can mark a maximum of seven Enlightened Ones.

Do not forget that I know all this because he is a knowledgeable person belonging to Arcana.

Right now, we must be even more cautious in our approach to key hunters.

......

Li Lin ended this massive deception. He was like someone who had been lured into a pyramid scheme, yet he managed to brainwash the members during his lectures.

This sounds absurd, but it's not unusual when it comes to Li Lin.

After a long day of work, Mr. Li returned to his room. As he passed through the door, the luxurious crystal chandelier above began to shine, illuminating the lavish single room.

“I knew they would try to corrupt me with their beauty and money.”

After a quick wash, Li Lin went to bed and opened the mysterious, overlapping publication, "Silence." A pure gold feather floated on the pure black cover, each tiny line cleverly forming a six-pointed star. As the cover was opened, a special fragrance wafted from the pure white title page, and neat text emerged from the very top of the publication.

Welcome to *Silence*, a magazine for seekers of the mysterious world, published by Silent Bookstore.

As Li Lin was about to turn the page, more words began to appear, and fine snowflakes began to fall on the pure white page. Li Lin could even feel the chill in his fingers as he touched the page.

"Please do not skip this page. Unlike the other mundane, clichéd, and useless title pages, this page contains important rules and instructions."

"First of all, please do not question the authenticity of 'Silence'. Every section of our publications features true stories that take place in a real mysterious world."

"Secondly, all you need is one copy of 'Silence.' It will automatically update its content on the 1st and 15th of every month."

"Thirdly, when updating the magazine content, please place it near a heat source, but not under a light source, and maintain an effective safe distance of 3.3 meters, waiting for 10 minutes and 21 seconds. It is normal to hear crawling sounds and whispers during this period."

"Fourth, every column has its purpose. Please do not comment on any column in any given issue. Silent Bookstore will not be responsible for any curses or misfortunes caused by such behavior. If you must comment on a column, please close it up and place it under a 1000-lumen light source while maintaining an effective safe distance of 3.3 meters."

Fifth, while reading "Silence," you may smell a fragrance emanating from the pages, which is normal.

Sixth, animated pictures are normal. Please don't point at them, or they will be sad.

"Eighthly, 'Silence' loves the music of the Viennese Classical School, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart can make it happy."

"No. 9, 'Silence' detests any form of opera and singing. If you bring it into an opera performance, please play a 20-minute suona for it."

"Tenth, never ask anyone, in any way, where the seventh rule is."

"Eleventhly, please do not allow any human child under the age of sixteen to see 'Silence' in any way, do not call any of the phone numbers in 'Silence', and do not try any of the contact methods published in 'Silence'. Silent Bookstore will not be responsible for any situation arising from this."

"Twelfth, please enjoy all of this."

The path we await is knowledge, and the compass we await is radiance.

"Is this really not some kind of zoo ghost story?"

Li Lin couldn't resist the urge to complain, so he turned to the title page, where a dynamic poster that took up the entire page came into view:

The sky was filled with golden-red clouds, and beneath them stood a man with eyes as cold as steel. He wore a long overcoat with ripped cuffs and walked through the desert bathed in the blood-red sunset. In the distance, beneath the undulating mountains, lay a ferocious beast, its fiery mane still burning. A huge wound stretched from its forehead to its chest, claiming its life.

The man, who resembled a weapon, walked over, stepped on the beast's head, and broke its forelimbs with his bare hands. The thick stench of blood mixed with the scorching air assaulted our senses.

After Li Lin turned the page, a bold, black text appeared on the blank page: The father-daughter war that has spread throughout the mysterious world of Europe continues! The leader of the liquidators who buy and sell lifespans, "Defour," has now arrived in five cities.

Did you both smoke 66 pink-haired girls?

What kind of gangster organization buys and sells lifespans... Does your energetic group have everyone with their belts pulled up to their chests, wearing black-rimmed glasses, reciting poetry all the time? Do you even know how violent this is?

Feeling an inexplicable urge to compose poetry, Li Lin turned his attention to the publication in his hand. Neat words gradually emerged on the blank white paper, while animated images began to load on the other side.

"The father-daughter war that has spread throughout the mysterious world of Europe continues. Defoe rarely takes action in person, but in the Five Cities, he almost caught the exiles by the tail... However, some unforeseen events occurred, and when he arrived in the Five Cities, there was only a group of enraged feast beasts."

In Mesopotamian mythology, the Feast Beast is also known as Ulidim, meaning the Angry Lion. Their blood temperature can reach 500 degrees Celsius and contains deadly poison. When they hunt prey, their fur swells and burns, like a living fireball, and these flames naturally contain deadly poison.

When Uldimo has existed for a certain number of years, its fur becomes shinier, and when it runs, it stirs up clouds and lightning. The people of Mesopotamia call it "Ugal," meaning the storm demon with a lion's head, because when it is angry, it can even drastically change the weather.

All of these were once creations of Sichen the Lionsmith, whose honorific name is God of Monster Forging, who has long created monsters to fight against the Colonel's legion of the undead.

Dozens of Ulidims fell to Difor, and even two Ugals. Their highly toxic, hot blood flowed along the curve of the Gobi Desert, melting the sand into a luminous, glassy state.

"Due to the enormous upheaval among the liquidators, the life-trading network that spanned across Europe was temporarily paralyzed. Only the exiles still carried the seventy-seven years of life on their shoulders, and the odds for the two sides were vastly different before the true outcome of the war arrived."

Two red lines rapidly extended from the origin. The odds for Defour, the leader of the liquidators who had single-handedly killed dozens of feast beasts, were mediocre, but even so, the number of people betting on him continued to grow.

"Silence" seems to be intentionally stirring up this confrontational bet.

On the left page is a middle-aged man with a resolute face like steel under a blood-red setting sun. He holds the head of the Feast Beast, wearing a hat shaped like a military cap, with his iron-gray hair peeking out from under the brim. His burning eyes are fixed on the reader in front of him. Suddenly, he grins and drinks the blood flowing from the Feast Beast's throat. The poisonous blood, enough to corrode the Gobi Desert, flows over his rough skin without leaving a trace.

The right-hand page shows a photo of the exile from the past. She had long, dark green hair, simply tied in a ponytail at the back of her head. Compared to her father, she was as petite as a soft feather. She obediently wore a black suit from the Purifiers organization, with only a red crested ibis tail feather stuck in her chest, like a flickering firelight in the night.

The exile pursed her lips, picked up the pistol that was heavy for her, its handle adorned with pearls and ivory, her pupils like thick, unyielding blood. With the movement, the collar of the liquidator's black suit opened slightly, and a cheap pearl necklace around his neck gleamed blindingly in the sunlight.

Compared to the liquidator leader Defour, the exiles' odds were frighteningly high, and almost no one believed in her. Only a few gamblers who had lost everything wanted to turn their fortunes around and were betting everything on her.

Li Lin rubbed his fingers together, memorizing the exile's appearance, before turning to the next page.

The next page features a large bounty poster published by the Liquidators organization, also in motion, accompanied by the smell of burning ashes.

[One request.]