Chapter 78: Overturning and Paradox

After reading all the intel, the Priestess couldn’t help but feel amazed.

This “intel detection” thing, you could say it’s reliable, but sometimes it can’t uncover a thing. Say it’s useless, and yet it occasionally drops a bombshell like this time; just a few sentences, but the hidden information is enough to frighten anyone.

The odd sculpture in front of her was crafted by the King of Corrosion himself, which frankly, Miss Vilyric more or less expected. After all, such purity, even rivaling the demon aura of the “Enchantment Pearl,” is something not many can manage even in the demon world. So, it’s definitely tied to a few demon lords.

Then there’s the matter of Holy Star City, where they’d rather chop their own Holy Knight than let go of the Demonized Girl, Kleisius—a direct descendant of the divine family, Summerfield. This, from some descriptions by Plakaka yesterday, could be vaguely guessed.

But Miss Vilyric still couldn’t grasp the purpose behind it. Was it sympathy for demons? Or was there something else at play? Did the Saint of Bright Light, Yuna Summerfield, know about Kleisius’s actions?

Setting those aside, what truly surprised Vilyric was the end of the intel detection result—the two blocked out letters, xx…

She vaguely recalled Ming Lan from the Lingyin clan mentioning the full name of the Spiritual Fox Priestess when they first met… It should be Ming Xi, right?

Without expressing her various thoughts, Miss White Fox simply nodded meaninglessly, “Hmm-hmm,” and shifted her gaze to the mouse man beside her, who didn’t dare breathe a word.

“By the way, you seem quite scared of me? Am I that terrifying?”

“That’s not what I— cough, cough! W-wha… what the little mouse means is that Miss Xī has an extraordinary presence, naturally intimidating to common folks! So, uh, little mouse is just a bit… reserved…”

“~”

Seeing this guy who clearly wanted to vent but couldn’t express his true thoughts desperately searching for compliments made her want to laugh, but Miss Fox didn’t expose him. She just feigned indifference with a soft “Oh.”

Through interactions from last night and today, Vilyric had come to understand a bit more about the previously abandoned “Throne of Immortality” and the former seat’s holder, and her guard lowered slightly.

At least for now, Plakaka seemed fairly reliable.

So, she deliberately spoke up.

“I heard Vilyric say that you were once a member of the cult-like organization for the Throne of Immortality?”

Plakaka looked a bit taken aback, surprised that Miss Fox would suddenly bring up this name. However, once asked, he could only respond honestly.

“Uh… Little mouse did commit some misdeeds for the Throne of Immortality in the past, but since receiving guidance from Lady Vilyric, I’ve resolved to turn over a new leaf and no longer have any relations with them. May I ask what you mean by that…?”

“Don’t be so tense. I basically know everything about you from Vilyric, and I’m not going to hold you accountable; I’m just a bit curious about the origins of that organization. That’s why I want to ask you, a former member.”

“That… the origins of the ‘Throne of Immortality’?”

As if pondering, the mouse man rested his shifty head, deep in thought for a moment, as if trying to recall something.

Soon, he continued speaking.

“Reporting to Miss Xī, little mouse joined this organization halfway through, so I belong to a later period within it. Thus, I don’t know much about its specific origins, only that it was established about 800 years ago. But one thing, um… I think a strong person like you might be interested.”

“Mm.”

Not saying much, the Girl with the White Fox Mask merely nodded slightly, indicating for the mouse man to continue. Seeing this, Plakaka no longer hesitated.

“The head of the ‘Throne of Immortality’ is the Eternal Mage, Demos Yang. Little mouse has seen him a few times; he’s quite formidable, a top-level expert at least beyond transcendence. This guy is also the formal creator and current leader of the ‘Throne of Immortality,’ but, in reality…”

Suddenly stopping, the mouse man cautiously glanced around, ensuring no one was listening, before continuing in a whispered tone.

“In reality, the ‘Throne of Immortality’ has another more mysterious existence behind it. That existence helped the Eternal Mage establish this underground cult and has been seeking relics related to ‘Gods,’ even creating the core technology for the undead is not actually Demos Yang’s original idea.”

“Oh? That sounds interesting, who is that existence?”

“Uh, this, this… Little mouse boldly asks, Miss Xī, between you and Lady Vilyric, who is stronger?”

Caught off guard by Plakaka’s unexpected question, the Girl with the White Fox Mask silently fell into thought for a moment, only managing to respond ambiguously.

“I can’t assess without life-and-death combat, but basically, it’s fifty-fifty.”

“Oh ~ that’s good, that’s good.”

Seeing the mouse man’s overly cautious demeanor, Vilyric suddenly understood why he hadn’t mentioned this before in the United Kingdom.

Perhaps he had signed some sort of confidentiality agreement upon joining the Throne of Immortality, or maybe the other party’s ability was too mysterious, too high-ranked that even just uttering the name of such a being would draw down consequences of fate.

Had it not been for the equally incredible powers exhibited by “Xī” and her proactive questioning, this cowardly mouse would certainly not have dared to bring up the matter.

“Don’t be afraid; whoever it is, at least near me, your life is safe.”

Of course, even though she bluffed, the Priestess had secretly raised her caution, quietly expanding her spiritual points while establishing a new protective network within the barrier constructed by “Xī,” prepared for any assault from unknown enemies.

“Sigh… well, since you say so…”

Perhaps Miss Fox’s calm tone gave Plakaka some confidence. Once those words left his mouth, he seemed to decide and took a deep breath.

“That mysterious existence is a God that the Eternal Mage invokes every time he performs the undead transformation ritual, drawing upon His favor by inscribing runes and chanting His name… He says He is the reviser of the unknown and truth, turning the impossible into miracles. He is…”

“The God of Overturning and Paradox—Exmont.”

“Click!!!”

It was as if thunder had erupted from the sky, the deity whose true name was casually called out by mortals cast a lofty gaze upon the world.

That was a mist like the starry void, swirling with infinite mysteries and truths. His eyes seemed to transcend dimensions, piercing the star river as He descended here.

But… He could not find the one who called His true name; harboring the sight that could reverse principles and distort reality, He swept over this city and the Bright Hotel standing within it, but could not delve deeper.

And then.

“Hmph!”

Before Vilyric could make a move, outside the room, a sound dissimilar to the previous formless thunder—a tangible, crisp cold hum rushed to the sky, colliding head-on with that incomprehensible intent!

“Zzz… click!”

From the endless vastness came a sound akin to snapping strings.

This clash, belonging to realms beyond the divine, almost undetectable to mortals, lasted but a few moments before concluding.

The opposing force did not face defeat, perhaps because it could not find the target who called its true name, or simply owing to a casual entanglement with a confronting Little Dragon Daughter; that fleeting gaze quickly dissipated.

Even a mouse within multiple layers of protection stood there, bewildered, unable to perceive what had transpired.

   

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