Klein's pupils instantly dilated above the gray fog, and he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the mottled long table in front of him.

There were four "blasphemous cards" facing upside down, with different patterns on the back.

At this moment, he felt a little scared and a little fortunate. He felt like he was wandering on the edge of the abyss with his eyes blindfolded for several circles but never fell down.

If he devoted himself to collecting the "blasphemous cards" and collected all twenty-two cards, or obtained the "Mother" card, given his habit of accommodating different cards and obtaining corresponding personalities and characteristics, he might have been eroded by the "Fallen Mother Goddess" and who knows what was gestating.

However, I am not Roselle. Even if I have the "Mother" card, I probably won't accept it. Moreover, in order to prevent the gods from finding it, the "blasphemy card" is very difficult to collect and almost impossible to gather... This seems to be a casual arrangement made by the "Fallen Mother Goddess". If someone is unlucky enough to get the "Mother" card, it will become one of the hidden dangers of this world... Klein retracted his gaze and continued to look at Roselle Gustav on the iron-black chair through his "substitute paper man".

At this moment, Russell's body rose slightly, his voice sometimes low and sometimes high:

“Everything has divinity…

“The Original is alive, living inside everyone!”

Klein frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was Roselle who was speaking or the red moon in his body.

He not only had a certain understanding of the secrets in this regard, but he had also experienced it himself. Now he was not so terrified or panicked. He just thought of the Aurora Society teachings he had read before:

They preached that the Creator is everywhere and exists in every living being, so all things have divinity, and when the divinity is rich enough, they can become angels, and the current gods are just more powerful angels. For ordinary people, as long as they can grasp that the essence of life is a spiritual journey, consciously temper their spirits, strengthen their spirits, find their own divinity, and become one with more divinity, they can get rid of their mortal bodies and become angels.

At first, I just thought that cults like the Aurora Society had a complete set of mystical and religious theories, just as formal as orthodox churches, but now I can interpret the truth hidden in those words... From a certain perspective, this is true. The only question is whether it is still myself after integrating more divinity... The "True Creator" actually put one of the deepest secrets of this world into his own doctrine. Isn't he afraid that some believers will suddenly realize the pollution underground and be eroded into one of the first resurrected containers? This "Hanged Man" is really a little crazy. His rationality is not always online... Klein muttered a few words in his heart, waiting for Russell to say more.

Two or three seconds passed, and Roselle, who had always been wavering between disappearing into slumber and gaining new life, sat back on the iron-black throne, took a breath, and said nothing.

Klein then manipulated the paper figurine and said:

"Which of the words you just said should I believe and which should I be wary of?"

Russell laughed and said:

“Think about it yourself.

"Heh, isn't this the way you 'fortune tellers' talk?"

He didn't wait for Klein's answer and said to himself:

"When I was making the mask of 'Pale Death', I realized something: the Death God of the Fourth Epoch might not have completely perished, and there are more than one clues of his resurrection left behind. Some of them might be related to the 'River of Eternal Darkness'. Haha, the 'Death God' must not be so easy to die..."

Having said that, Roselle glanced at Klein below the platform and said:

"Sure enough, only those who choose the 'Fortress of Fortune Teller', 'Apprentice' or 'Thief' path can enter 'Source Castle'. By the time I figured out this factor, it was already too late.

“I don’t know whether you want to become an Old One, nor do I know whether this requires a ritual. I can only tell you that this is definitely more dangerous than becoming a god. It is countless times more dangerous. Perhaps, the one who saved us and released us into reality one by one is waiting for you there.

"The only advice I can give you is to communicate with the genie in the Wishing Lamp before you try to do this."

Lamp God? Using the grudge between him and the Heavenly Lord to gain some help? Klein nodded slightly and said:

"good."

After hearing his answer, Russell sighed and said with a smile:

"If you can really become the Old One, you can consider saving me. Only the Old One can fight against the Old One."

At this point, he was silent for a moment, and his speech slowed down significantly:

"If even you, who have become the old you, cannot help me completely get rid of the pollution of the 'Original Moon', then remember to erase me, destroy this mausoleum, and support a new 'Black Emperor' so that I will never have the possibility of resurrection..."

The light inside the mausoleum seemed to dim a little. Klein was silent for two seconds and said:

"I won't forget it."

Russell fell silent, and after a few seconds he laughed at himself:

"Of course, before that, you have to rescue me a few more times."

This kind of humor not only failed to make Klein smile, but made him feel even more depressed, to the point where he was speechless.

Russell did not continue the topic, and instead said as if recalling something:

"My wife has passed away a long time ago, and all the mistresses I once had must have met their own ends. I am sorry for them. I never really loved them. I just coveted their looks and enjoyed that kind of pleasure...

"I don't have any illegitimate children. As a Beyonder, I have a say in this matter. As for before becoming an Beyonder, I think those ladies must be like me. They just covet the faces and bodies of young people and enjoy that kind of pleasure. They won't cause any trouble for themselves...

"My eldest son, Charles, should have died many years ago. I don't know how many descendants he left behind. My second son, Bonois, must be an angel now if nothing unexpected happens. I have complicated feelings towards him. On the one hand, I am indifferent, disappointed, and hate him, but on the other hand, I occasionally care about him secretly. I remember when he was a child, in the first few years after he was born, he was really cute...

"You have seen my eldest daughter, Bernadette. Isn't she beautiful? She has been beautiful, well-behaved, and smart since she was a child. She knows how to be filial to her old father, love her younger brother, and care for her mother. Sometimes, she is very upright and seems a little silly. Many times, when I played chess or games with her, I secretly cheated to tease her, but she didn't notice. This temper made it difficult for her to accept some of the things I did later. Of course, now I can blame it on the 'Original Moon' and blame it for its pollution. For this, I still have to thank Him.

"I don't know what position I should take to make a request to you. After all, I have never helped you, and I don't have much friendship with you. We are just from the same era and the same place, so we have some fellow countrymen feelings."

Hearing this, Klein said in a low voice:

“Your diary has been a great help to me. It allowed me to master a lot of high-level knowledge when I was young, thus avoiding many dangers and making targeted efforts.

"Also, those 'blasphemous cards' played different roles at different stages."

"Can you please not mention the diary?" Russell coughed lightly and said, "However, I did consciously leave a message for the next 'traveler' later on. The only thing I'm not sure about is what language you know."

The emperor exhaled slowly and then said:

“My request is that you help me look after Bernadette and provide some help when she needs it.

"Although she is about to become a real big shot in the mysterious world, as a father, I am still worried."

Klein did not hesitate and asked the paper man to answer directly:

"I'll help you look after her."

"...Hiss, why does this sound a bit weird?" Russell's tone suddenly became a little strange. "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. As for me, you should know me well. I'm Huang Tao."

"Zhou Mingrui." Klein answered calmly.

"Are you married? Do you have children? How old are they?" Russell asked three questions in one breath.

Emperor, why are you acting like a neighbor lady? Klein shook his head and gave a very concise answer:

"No."

Russell fell silent again, and after a while he said:

“You and I are of the same generation, Bernadette should call you Uncle Zhou.

"Um……"

As he spoke, Russell's tone inexplicably became more compassionate:

“After arriving in this era, I initially treated it all as a game, and had a lot of fun playing it, but occasionally I would think back to my hometown, and the past that shaped most of my personality and hobbies.

"The longer you live, the more often this feeling occurs, just like fallen leaves always return to the roots of a tree. However, at least I have a daughter, a wife, and two sons. I still have a lot to care about in this world, and a certain degree of sense of belonging. And you... I can feel your loneliness, the loneliness that comes from your bones."

At this point, Russell suddenly sighed:

"If we were still living in the original era, I would go to work on time every day, work overtime from time to time, and once I had free time, I would go to see my daughter's interest classes, pick her up and bring my wife the things she repeatedly asked me to do. Every weekend, I would go out to play, go to her parents' house, or go to my parents' house to accompany the elderly...

"When life gets too stressful for us, we'll use your treat as an excuse, and sit on the street with a few grown men, eat some skewers, drink some wine, brag a little, scold our superiors, reminisce about our high-spirited youth, and urge you to find a girlfriend... When we sober up the next day, we'll be able to face life with enthusiasm again..."

Klein listened quietly without interrupting the emperor's chatter.

Russell's voice gradually became lower, and then he smiled and said:

"Goodbye, friend.

“I hope we can really meet again one day.”

His figure quickly became illusory, as if he had disappeared from the current world, leaving only a vague shadow lingering on the iron-black throne.

Roselle Gustav returned to eternal sleep.