Mystery: Lucky One

Klein nodded to Alice, then told the people of Moon City:
"You should retreat at least a hundred meters."

High Priest Nim did not hesitate. He immediately agreed and led the people of Moon City to retreat.

Seeing this, Alice stopped talking. She stared at Klein, waiting for his next move.

When the Moon City Extraordinaries retreated a sufficient distance, Klein reached into the void with his right hand and quickly dragged himself out. After taking a look at Alice, he ultimately did not choose to disappear, but simply moved closer to her.

Then, Klein's historical pore image walked to the front of the solidified gray-white mist, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it.

“?” Alice looked at Klein in surprise. “Do you really need to…”

Klein didn't say anything. He stared at the historical pore image for two seconds before opening his mouth and reciting in Chinese with a low voice:
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

The mist in front of her did not respond, and there was silence. Alice looked at him and shook her head.

Klein waited for a minute and asked the historical projection to read in a low voice again:
“Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord;
“Blessed be the Heavenly Sovereign Xuan Huang;
“Blessings beget the Dark and Yellow God;
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

This is the complete spell... Alice blinked slightly, her spirituality suddenly touched, but the scene before her was so clear that she didn't need spiritual reminders.

——The gray-white mist surged up again.

The boiling gray fog produced huge ripples that were visible to the naked eye. Those ripples spread out layer by layer, overlapping each other, outlining a faintly visible door.

Alice's breathing suddenly became rapid. She stared at the door that was about to take shape, her attitude not much better than that of the residents of Moon City.

However, the ripples eventually calmed down, and the door never took shape. Alice looked at the gray fog that had calmed down again, and suddenly walked over to interrupt Klein who wanted to try again, and told him:
"I come."

As she said this, she placed her hand on the gray-white barrier.

This was not the first time Alice had touched this barrier. She did not have any feelings and just slowly closed her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, Klein asked the historical projection to put down its hand and stand aside. The real body directly drilled into the historical gap and disappeared without a trace.

Alice ignored him. She closed her eyes and recited the spell in the most similar tone possible, even imitating Klein's accent:

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord;
“Blessed be the Heavenly Sovereign Xuan Huang;
“Blessings beget the Dark and Yellow God;
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

The gray mist surged violently once again. In her spiritual vision, Alice once again saw the half-finished "door", and...

Silver...

There was a flash of silver light behind the unformed door. Alice couldn't help but recite it again. She recited the spell many times, allowing the unformed "door" to exist as long as possible, trying to confirm that it was not an illusion.

The "door" did not become clearer, but the silver light was indeed not an illusion. However, the spirit could not penetrate the unfinished door and touch the things behind it. Even at the moment of contact, a faint ring could be seen.

Alice couldn't see clearly, but she remembered what she saw on the blue-black light gate of Sefirah Castle when Klein was promoted to Ancient Scholar.

But, this is not right...

Alice bit her lip, opened her eyes, and frowned at the mist.

I always feel like I'm missing something...

Her eyes were gloomy, and she was about to pull her hand back, but her expression suddenly froze. Then, her face darkened, and she suddenly exerted force -

Nothing happened.

Her hands seemed to be welded to the gray mist. No, that's not right. It was not just that...

Alice's face was filled with complete horror. She felt as if an invisible force was sucking her into the mist, and that force was not targeting her body, but her soul, her consciousness!
The feeling of the soul being forcibly pulled out of the body was not comfortable. If Alice had to use a word to describe it, she thought it was probably "pain", although she felt that human perception of pain might not allow them to experience this form of pain.

Following her instinct, Alice tried desperately to pull her soul back and hold it tightly against her body, but it seemed futile. She wanted to grit her teeth, but was horrified to find that her body was no longer so easy to control, and it seemed that it was no longer so easy for her to exert strength.

The mist was surging, and Alice instinctively knew that the purpose of the mist was no longer to form a door, but to wrap her up, swallow her up, and lock her up... Damn, "Lord of Mysteries", you yandere!
Alice no longer cared about being in awe of the "Lord of Mysteries". She cursed the "Lord of Mysteries" in her heart and then did the only thing she could do:
"Grisha, help! Aa ...

——She chose to shout for help.

At this moment, Alice was extremely grateful that she had asked the name of the "True Creator" before, and the "True Creator" had also introduced himself considerately. Otherwise, she didn't think she would be able to recite a long honorific name at this moment.

Just like she didn't think it would be helpful to call Leodro.

This sound seemed to touch something. Alice felt her soul enveloped by a dark, filthy, and corrupt aura. She fell to the ground, her body limp. Before she relaxed, she only had time to hear one voice:
"Go to the Giant King's Court and take the first blasphemous tablet.

"Let Weird push the door, and...

"Take away the people from this land before the opportunity comes."

Then she fell into deep darkness.

……

The paintbrush dipped in paint moved across the wall, quickly outlining a girl with a silver figure holding a black square unidentified object.

The hand holding the paintbrush is slender and beautiful. Just looking at that hand, one can feel that this must be a beauty.

This was indeed the case. The beauty put down her paintbrush, her silver eyes were cold and indifferent, and her soft silver hair swayed with her movements, but she didn't care and just stared at her unfinished painting.

"It seems like something is missing..." He murmured, looking at the wall in front of him. After pondering for a few seconds, he slowly looked towards the east, as if he wanted to see something through the many obstacles. "But it seems that I don't have time to finish the painting..."

He stood up, and silver-white feathers of light spread out behind him. He suddenly flew out of the house and flew over the city, but no one noticed Him.

……

The black-haired young man looked at the ice cream handed to him, swallowed hard, and then looked at the black curly-haired young man licking the ice cream behind the ice cream truck, and asked with a stiff expression:

“When did you switch to making ice cream?”

"I changed my career a long time ago," the curly-haired young man smiled, "My best friend wanted to eat the ice cream I made."

"..." The long-haired young man had a look of wanting to say something but stopping himself.

The curly-haired young man didn't care. He put down the ice cream that no one took and said with a smile:

"I let you out and asked you to go play with her, but she ended up running to my house... Is this a provocation from you, Will?"

"...I didn't!" Will protested loudly, "I didn't know anything about this!" "Hiss," the curly-haired young man took a breath, "Then you are not qualified to be a toy. You don't even know where your master is~"

Will Toy Auceptin choked up, and he suddenly felt powerless and didn't know what to say, so he said with a depressed face:
"Even if I know you sent me out here to be a toy, you don't have to say it out loud... Amon, when I heard people talk about you before, you weren't like this, right?"

Amon laughed softly and shook his head.
"Um……

"At least, I didn't look 30% disdainful, 30% cold, but 40% smiling when I grabbed your hands and lifted your chin..."

"......?" Will felt that he didn't understand. "What did you say?"

"Well, I said..." Amon wanted to repeat it again in a good mood.

Will's expression suddenly froze. He ignored the fear brought by Amon for a moment, turned his head sharply to the east, and frowned deeply.

"What's wrong with you, my ally?" Amon asked with false concern.

"...Can you take me back to your home again?" Will was silent for a moment, then hesitantly asked, with a look of slight confusion in his eyes, "I feel like there's something there calling me..."

"Call?" Amon raised his eyebrows and repeated.

"Maybe, it's an opportunity..." Will said hesitantly.

This was true. He was 100% sure that what was calling Him was indeed an opportunity, and an opportunity to become a god. The only question was - for whom was this opportunity to become a god?
Worry flashed across Will's eyes, and he glanced around anxiously. However, Amon seemed to be unaware of it and smiled sincerely:
“That is very kind of you, my ally.

"I don't have to worry about which of you to make into a potion and pour it into the other's mouth~"

"?" Will Auceptin looked at Amon with a devilish look in his eyes. "It's okay for me, but she... isn't. Even if He behaves better... He is still unique. Can you make Him into a magic potion and pour it into my mouth?"

"It is indeed difficult," Amon nodded sincerely, "so I originally decided to make you into a potion."

Will Auceptin froze in his tracks, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He had no doubt that Amon's words were the most sincere words he had ever said.

……

Klein let the historical projection catch Alice.

He naturally noticed that something was wrong with Alice, and when Alice recited the spell over and over again, he realized that if Alice didn't notice something, then there was something wrong somewhere.

However, judging from the results, there is a high probability that something went wrong...

The historical projection frowned and looked down at Alice. He had just sensed the dark, filthy, and corrupt aura. Needless to say, he knew where that aura came from—it must be the "True Creator."

So, could Grisha be the real name of the "True Creator"? This seems to be a Russian name. Could it be the name of the "Ancient Sun God" before he traveled through time?

Klein looked at Alice and sensed the remaining filthy aura. He gave up the dangerous idea of ​​shouting and gave it a try.

He did not let his real body appear. Instead, he took a hesitant look at his secret doll, pulled out a bed from the historical projection, put Alice on it, and covered her with a quilt.

He knew that Alice's clothes were illusory, so he didn't make any extra moves. He walked up to the Moon City High Priest Nim and said to him perfunctorily:
“It’s not the right time to open it in the oracle yet, there are still more than ten years.

"The people who went back before should have told you that I will stay here for a while to spread the will of my Lord. I will also do treatment once a day, and..."

He looked at the mushrooms behind him and added:
"Give mushrooms to anyone who will listen, and take the followers of my Lord out of this cursed land."

Nim nodded and replied:

“Adar and his team told me part of the story, and I will ask them for details when I return.

"At the same time, I will pass your words to everyone..."

Nim led the team behind him and left the barrier. Klein looked at the sleeping Alice and frowned slightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, he began to roast and grow mushrooms.

……

Alice had a dream.

She dreamed of a big silver river, warm and beautiful, like a mother's embrace, and she floated in it...

Suddenly, she smelled an enticing sweetness. She couldn't help licking her lips and following the sweetness.

So she continued to drift and drift, but unlike before, she was drifting consciously now.

The fragrance was getting closer and stronger, so her saliva was spreading more and more. She tried hard to lick her saliva while floating.

Finally, she saw it—what was that?
Alice moved closer and saw that it seemed to be a little girl with black hair and a pair of black eyes like grapes, looking at her. Before she could take a closer look, the little girl grabbed her and stuffed her into her mouth.

"?"

This was not a good thing. Alice felt something was wrong and she struggled violently, screaming and trying to escape.

“Help! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Accompanied by an excited scream, there was a loud "bang" and Alice felt a sharp pain in her body.

She opened her eyes…wait, why did she open her eyes?

Alice blinked blankly. She turned her head to look at the bed next to her, sniffed the fragrance in the air, and then looked at Klein who was roasting mushrooms. She finally understood the current situation.

——She rolled out of bed!

Alice silently got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and greeted Klein as if nothing had happened:

"morning."

Klein didn't say anything. He looked at Alice in silence for a few seconds before nodding and saying,

"morning."

Alice then skipped over to pick up mushrooms. Klein spread a picnic blanket from the historical projection on the ground and piled the mushrooms on it. Alice dug out a snow-white mushroom from it, then sat down next to Klein and stretched out her hand without hesitation, saying:
"cup."

After Klein pondered for a moment, he did not hand over the cup. Instead, he asked a question:
"∫（1/sinx）dx=?" (End of this chapter)