Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"In an era when the true God is in charge of the country, angels walk on the ground, saints grovel, and there are so many demigods, what does it mean to have difficulty cultivating demigods?"

"It means that the name of the family will be submerged in the long river of history, the emblem of the family will be rusted into a piece of scrap iron with an indistinguishable texture, and the clansmen will be reduced to civilians and slaves, while those who hold the power of the gods can do it with a look or a gesture.

Let them perish - they will no longer be in control of their own destiny, their fate will not be worth mentioning."

"Under the War of Gods, it only took a moment for the Eastern Continent, once known as the 'center of the world', to become a hell on earth. Didn't those people living in the Eastern Continent pray? Didn't they plead? But the gods and angels never paid attention to them.

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"The glory has passed, and we competitors have realized how terrible it is to not be able to control our destiny."

"Instead of seeking the mercy of the gods, it is better to let yourself take charge of the gods."

The first time Andre heard these things from his ancestors was when he was seventeen years old. Three months had passed since the promulgation of the Land Protection Act and the Tudor family's divorce, but the entire family had not yet emerged from the depressed atmosphere.

The old people are afraid that the young people will be shaken and confused, so they choose to keep silent. But they are like the ashes after the fire burns, and they can no longer give out the inspiring light. The young people cannot get guidance, so they become mediocre and confused.

Andre sensed this trend, but was unable to change the status quo. He became anxious, addicted to alcohol, promiscuous, promiscuous, and looked forward to beating someone from a big family into a pig's head.

It was in this debauched state that the ancestors found him. At that time, there was a prostitute with her breasts exposed lying next to him.

Surrounded by cheap perfume, low-quality wine, the smell of sweat and powder, his ancestors told him about the ancient past, and a strange sense of solemnity rose from the bottom of his heart, followed by a sense of shame.

Andre realized that the ancestors should be the ones under the most pressure.

Under the pressure of the high-ranking people in the adjacent path, the ancestor failed to gain the respect of the emperor, and when other people who had seen the blasphemous tablets either became gods or angels - or at least their descendants became angels, he was still stuck.

The position of Sequence 3 has always been shrouded by the fear of "not being able to control destiny". The shadows of death and aging are lingering at his feet, but his expression is very calm, as if he is talking about a towering and dangerous mountain, but he

Believe that you can reach the top.

"With the promulgation of the "Land Protection Act", there are three ways for the descendants of the family to be promoted to demigods. One is to go to remote places in the northern continent, the second is to go to the southern continent, and the third is to transfer to the relevant areas.

Neighboring way."

The six gods are entrenched in the remote places of the Northern Continent. They are enemies of each other and are in constant conflict. The Southern Continent is the territory of the Pluto Emperor, who worships death and reproduction. The lone Northern Continental people can easily be directly used as living sacrifices. As for the transfer to

Adjacent route... Andre analyzed it quickly and quickly understood what his ancestor had planned.

"Ancestor, what do you need me to do?"

"I need you to pretend to submit to the Hidden Sage and get the high-sequence magic potion formula and promotion ceremony of the Hermit Path from within his school."

"This will be a lonely, long-term mission, and you may lose your life at any time."

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"You could lose your life at any time."

In the past five years, this sentence has always appeared in Andre Stiano's mind. People with the same path to high positions are close to him, and he is like a piece of meat on a chopping board. But when he silently recited this sentence, he

Unexpectedly, I calmed down - since I had already realized this, why should I be afraid of death?

The "veil of invisibility" was gently lifted up by one hand, revealing his body that was riddled with holes. The roses with eyeballs exuded a putrid fragrance, which reminded him of his death - hiding.

Will the sage leave his whole body?

Or will he chop off his head as a warning to those who come after him?

"It's a gadget of the 'Bound One' path." Thoth observed the texture of the gauze garment, "Judging from the fact that it can hide the body, it should correspond to the 'Wraith Soul' of Sequence 5... This is the trouble with alien species.

, the body and soul are as if they are bound, and it is difficult to obtain effective information through divination and channeling."

But you still found me, Andre thought, I should have thought of it, your knowledge is both a blessing and a curse. When I accepted the gift, the shackles were also put around my neck.

"You...cough..." He tried to speak, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You clearly don't believe in me sincerely, but you still use honorifics. Isn't it tiring?"

The natural enemy of the Stiano family, the insidious and cunning jester in the mouth of the elders, the Hidden Sage's tone was calm and normal, like a teacher instructing the younger generation. Just listening to his voice, Andre could imagine his gentle and calm appearance.

"If you still have the strength, raise your head." Thoth sighed softly, "I won't say things like 'you can be lenient'. Those who make mistakes, break promises, and breach of contract should be punished.

Salary, the rod that deserves punishment, the beheading that deserves beheading - if I violate the rules I set, no one will believe in my authority."

"You broke your oath and should be put to death, but since you are unwilling to do so, just die with your head held high."

Andre raised his head. Thoth could reduce the mental damage caused by looking directly at the mythical creature by condensing "information", so he could see its appearance clearly.

The Hidden Sage is famous for his tendency to sneak away at banquets, so the first time Andre had close contact with the Hidden Sage was not at Vanity Fair in the Imperial Capital, but five years ago, on the day he first came to the North.

In the square covered with snow.

He and his tribe were shivering, partly because of the cold weather, and partly because of their instinctive awe for the high-ranking people in the neighboring paths. Andre, who had a secret mission, was even more afraid of them searching him. In this way, the item

The "veil of invisibility" cannot be hidden.

Andre quietly raised his head and glanced up, only to meet those purple eyes - even though it was only for a moment, he felt like he had been seen through from the inside out.

He once heard a rumor that the secrets of the universe were hidden in the eyes of the Hidden Sages.

"After settling in, take them to the tailor to have their measurements taken."

While he was in a daze, the Hidden Sage had already turned his head to give instructions to the Beloved. The Beloved didn't respond and said "Ah?" in a daze.

"Make winter clothes." He explained patiently, "It's already frozen like this before it's the coldest period. You're bound to get sick after a while, and colds will spread quickly. Do you understand?"

"Oh! You are right, I will do it right away!"

The Beloved One's face immediately turned red. In front of the Hidden Sage, many people would feel ashamed because of their lack of understanding, but few would be frightened because they were not groveling enough.

"So, early in the morning you..."

The scene five years ago overlapped with the present, and Andre remembered that glance that seemed to see everything.

Thoth smiled slightly, "I am not an audience, and I have no ability to read minds. I just distrust everyone equally - no matter whether your surname is Stiano or not."

Andre shuddered, and a terrible idea took shape in his mind.

"All the 'occultists' of the school obtained the 'ancient secrets' from you..."

Can you backfire on them when they betray?

"Shh."

Thoth put his index finger on his lips and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. When he was a teacher, he would subconsciously show an appreciative smile to the students who raised their hands and answered the questions correctly. This habit has continued to this day, so Andre immediately realized

The second half of what he said before he said it was completely correct.

In fact, as a top being who began to use the secrets of the past as early as the end of the Second Age, Thoth had enough time to leave his own mark on "knowledge" - once someone betrayed after accepting the gift, this mark would be

It will become a reminder.

This is probably another sense of "whatever is said must be known."

"Don't you think..." Andre tried not to show his timidity, "Does this chill the people who believe in you?"

Thoth showed a half-smiling expression, "If you have a friend who has been eaten by gods, you will understand how unreliable the so-called 'piety' is in the face of the aggregation instinct."

Andre was stunned for a moment, his spiritual intuition warning him wildly.

Thoth's voice carried a bewitching tone, and Andre couldn't help but want to hear every word he said clearly... just like a traveler in the desert who knew that the sweet spring was mixed with poison, but couldn't help but listen to it.

Drink it all.

The execution has begun, and the noose is slowly tightened.

"Sailors, singers, readers, spectators and mystics are adjacent paths to each other. They are collectively called the 'five paths of omniscience and omnipotence'." Thoth said unhurriedly, "And the true creator is what you call him.

The 'Hanged Man' had another name before the second blasphemous tablet appeared."

"The all-knowing and all-powerful Creator."

Eyes opened on Andre's body surface one by one. He was aware of these dangerous changes, but he still couldn't help but think about it - since death is already a destined ending, why not use the last effort to lift the lid?

A corner of history?

Since he is not even afraid of death, why should he be afraid of looking directly at the crazy nature of this world?

"So, it was those three who shared the food..."

The knowledge he learned was beyond the limit that his body could bear. Andre could no longer stand. He fell to the ground, his limbs began to twist and melt, but his eyes were still wide open, looking at the deep night sky.

As a former "astronomer", he found the location of Polaris at a glance.

"Yes, and before they became the 'Eternal Fierce Sun', the 'Lord of Storms', and the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', they were called 'Pure White Angels', 'Wind Angels' and 'Champions' by the world."

"Every grand ceremony, the pure white angel will wear a crown made of ivy, hold a scepter with ears of wheat and lantern fruit, and lead the twelve best singers to offer songs to the Creator. He will

The Creator was compared to the dawn light cutting through the long night, and to a lighthouse guiding the direction. He praised the Creator's greatness and immortality, and said that his faith would be as eternal as the Lord's kingdom."

"The Wind Angel is just the opposite of Him. Although He is the 'Ocean Singer', his singing ability is really unflattering. 'The roars of wild beasts are more rhythmic than His singing' - this is what the Red Angel said

, so they will fight, the waves will continue to evaporate, the flames will continue to be extinguished, but in the end they will often end in the mellow aroma of wine."

"However, compared to 'cups', angels' wine consumption is often measured in 'barrels'. They can drink one to two barrels of Olmir wine in one go."

"At this time, Cherubim will definitely hide in the library of the Kingdom of God. He always likes silence. I sit on the left side of the long table and record the history of my hometown, while He sits on the right side and sorts out the files submitted by various churches.

, often sitting there all afternoon. We don’t like to talk when we are working, but he will occasionally complain to himself that the reports written by the people below are messy, and the key points cannot be grasped.

Bundle."

"So I suggested that He make a form so that when, who, and what was done, it would be clear at a glance."

"Huh... I thought days like this would last forever."

Right and wrong, love and hate, loyalty and betrayal, all seem so... unimportant before coming together and separating.

Reluctance, anger, and fear melted into the water like sugar. After a long period of dead silence, Andre only felt sad.

The snow ground sank slightly, and the Hidden Sage sat next to him, recounting those picturesque days in a clear voice. Death seemed to have become a relaxing process.

He thought he must be crazy, otherwise why would he become more and more fascinated by it?

He even asked a few questions.

"Are the other sea singers whose songs are as ugly as the Wind Angel's?"

"It's just a few, there are also ocean singers who can sing at the ceremony."

"The sons of God were already born at that time?"

"Yes, their birth marks the beginning of the glorious age."

"So the Eastern Continent was indeed the former 'center of the world'?"

"This statement actually refers to a temple in the Eastern Continent. People will go there to seek divine enlightenment before making major decisions, such as businessmen setting foot in new industries, pioneers establishing sub-states, politicians running for office..."

As he asked and answered questions, the sky began to turn white, but his mind became increasingly groggy, and the North Star in his field of vision had disappeared.

It's so cold. Andre thought, I would rather die by a forged steel fire than in the snow.

Rather than grasping the invisible and intangible "destiny", he wanted to hold the hammer tightly and beat the metal into a standard shape again and again.

"Sorry, ancestor...I am just a craftsman after all."

Under the illumination of the sun, his remaining spirituality began to melt away, and extraordinary characteristics were precipitated on his horrific corpse, shining like a gem.

"Is the work over?"

Amon appeared, and he had been watching silently just now.

"I also need to remind Olivia to pay pensions to Andre Stiano's wife and children."

Thoth stood up and stretched his muscles in the morning sun.

"Hey, my robe is wet, can you help me dry it?"

God knows why He just sat down on the snow and talked so much to a spy who was destined to die.

Amon suddenly felt that He was like a book with no end. Every time he thought he had almost read it, a new chapter would pop up.