"It's like this. You remember that Fool, right? He's organized a gathering in His divine kingdom..." Silas explained to his other personality, telling her he needed to shield the tidal wave in order to respond to that Fool's summoning.
"In other words, the ultimate goal is to ascend to that gray fog, not necessarily to shield the tidal wave, correct?"
M confirmed.
"Exactly."
Silas nodded.
"In that case, there is indeed a way."
M said slowly.
"What should I do?"
Silas asked.
"You can create a temporary personality to attend the gathering in your place," Ma'am M said.
"When he returns, extract his memories and reintegrate them into your body.
That way, you'll know everything he said, did, and traded at the gathering.
It'll be equivalent to going yourself."
Temporarily replicate a personality of mine?
Silas was stunned.
If it carried the same memories and personality as himself, his temporary personality should make the same choices and judgments at the gathering as he would.
Just as M said, it would basically be the same as going himself!
In that case, without needing to bypass the illusory tidal wave, he could still attend the gathering!
"That is indeed a good method."
Silas praised sincerely.
However, The Fool's summoning is based on each person's etheric body.
I might need to wrap the temporary personality around the outside of my own soul to make it work... In any case, I'll try it when the time comes.
After finding a solution, he relaxed somewhat and began strolling across the sea, observing this peculiar world.
This was an extremely vast sea.
As his thoughts turned, the seawater circulated and flowed beneath his feet. Silas could sense the deep connection between himself and this sea.
Indeed, I am the holder.
Silas thought, extending his palm open.
"Whoosh..."
A stream of illusory, viscous seawater was drawn up by invisible force, flowing into his palm and disappearing.
No, the seawater didn't disappear. Instead, it surged into his body, filling his soul. He felt his body become heavy and grand.
"Hum!"
His eyes flickered with captivating golden light, and roaring fierce winds whipped up around his body.
"Spectator Pathway, plus Sailor Pathway abilities? Roughly reaching Sequence 6..."
Silas thought to himself.
As the seawater poured in, more abilities seemed to stir restlessly within his body.
However, his body and spirituality could no longer withstand the infusion of seawater, so he had to temporarily stop.
"I didn't expect this sea to hold even more authorities..."
M looked at the changes occurring in Silas and said in surprise.
"Mm."
Silas nodded lightly.
He estimated that as his sequence advanced, he should be able to leverage this sea's status more deeply, with more and more authorities available to use.
Correspondingly, after his sequence advanced, he would be able to understand more about the true nature of this tidal wave...
Thinking this, he left the illusory sea and returned to reality.
When he woke, Silas found his physical body still sitting on the bedroom bed. Only his spirit had entered that sea.
"Hm?"
He suddenly froze.
Why does it feel like going to that sea is similar to going up to Mr. Fool's gray fog?
Both involve extracting the spirit, both involve being in a mysterious and unfathomable space, both are related to a certain deity...
Could it be that sea is the True Creator's divine kingdom? If so, that would explain the True Creator's strange attitude toward him.
Silas shook his head.
At this moment, he suddenly had a new idea.
Perhaps I can use that sea to test the method M provided. First create a temporary personality, then see if he can be pulled into that sea in my place...
After thinking this through, he felt more confident.
"Tap."
Silas stood up from the bed and walked to the bedroom window.
That damned heavy snow had stopped.
The sky was dim. The streetlights on the East Borough roads lit up sparsely, illuminating this world favored by deities with dim orange light.
The nearby tavern was noisy and bright. Many people inside were getting themselves drunk on cheap alcohol, their cursing and clamoring faintly audible.
Outside the bar, numb-faced streetwalkers huddled on the streets. To solicit customers, they could only endure the bitter cold, exposing their bodies...
Silas expressionlessly watched everything outside the window, considering his future plans.
Generally speaking, there were two things:
First, save Cecilia.
Continuously advance his sequence until he found a method to resurrect his sister.
Second, revenge. Kill the True Creator and His servants, end this cursed sequence.
Beyond that, there was also Ince Zangwill who had orchestrated everything against him. That guy also deserved death!
These two matters were essentially one thing in the end, which was to become stronger.
He needed to advance his sequence, continuously promoting himself.
Specifically for his current situation, that meant digesting the Sequence 5 "Shepherd" potion and seeking advancement, searching for the Sequence 4 potion formula and main ingredients.
To this end, he roughly had some directions.
First was role-playing. He planned to imitate a true shepherd and first prepare his own "flock."
Of course, this flock didn't refer to cattle and sheep, but to people.
"Perhaps I really should spread faith and gather a group of followers."
He thought to himself.
This wasn't a difficult task. There were far too many people in the East Borough who needed saving.
As long as he was willing to heal the injured and provide them with aid, he could quickly gather a group of believers.
Silas planned to conduct experiments targeting his "flock" to explore the rules of role-playing.
Beyond digesting the potion, another thing to consider was the Sequence 4 potion formula and main ingredients.
"I can try with Mr. A."
Silas thought.
Mr. A certainly wouldn't answer, but he had plenty of ways to make him talk.
Besides this, he also planned to target the Aurora Order in Backlund.
Although Mr. A had already been defeated by him, there were still quite a few of his remnants here.
He would personally destroy the entire Aurora Order here, letting Mr. A witness the scene of his years of effort being completely annihilated.
Thinking of this, he first created a spiritual wall in the room, then reached into his abdomen, groping and stirring for a while before pulling out Mr. A's head.
"Blasphemer!"
As soon as Mr. A emerged, he shrieked angrily at Silas. His handsome face was twisted with hatred, stained with scarlet liquid, looking extremely demonic.
"Blaspheming the True Creator?"
Silas laughed in spite of himself.
"Don't joke. He's already filthy enough. Who could possibly pollute Him?"
Mr. A only continued cursing furiously. The Shepherd's tenacious vitality ensured his survival, though he looked extremely wretched.
"Hey, do you know the Sequence 4 Dark Knight potion formula?"
Silas asked.
Mr. A naturally wouldn't answer. He merely looked at Silas with contempt.
Seeing him so uncooperative, Silas summoned M again, held up the head, then jerked his chin toward her.
"Do it."
"Pfft!"
M extended a finger, directly inserting it into Mr. A's head, then twisting left and right, producing "squelch squelch" sounds.
"Ugh... ah..."
Mr. A's handsome face immediately became strange. His eyes rolled back, his mouth involuntarily gaped open, releasing sluggish sounds.
The little black cat nearby was awakened by this sound, tumbling up from its cushion.
It looked over, blue eyes filled with curiosity.