Capítulo 264: Chapter 264: The Planner of Fate
Chapter 264: The Planner of Fate
From the reactions of Caius and the others just now, it seems they respect me a lot, although this respect may not necessarily come directly from me, but rather from some symbolic significance of my existence.
He had thought about his relationship with the King in Yellow long ago, and there were only two possibilities.
The first possibility is that he is a special existence arranged by the King in Yellow, who wants to resurrect through him, similar to the relationship between theThe Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth and Klein.
The second possibility is that he is just a pawn in the script written by the King in Yellow, who is observing him from the starry sky.
But these possibilities have undergone some unknown changes in the face of the Hall of Stars.
The power of the stars suppresses the arrangements left by the King in Yellow on him, so he remains rational and does not become someone else's substitute, directly falling to his death.
Hastur had thought about these speculations many times but had never been able to confirm them.
Given the current situation, it seems a bit too far-fetched.
Hastur only thought about it briefly before starting to consider more practical solutions.
Direct confrontation is definitely not an option. Together with Sharon, they can barely handle a Sequence 4 demigod, but the butler and Lady Lisa just now were unfathomable.
However, their status is definitely above Caius. According to the basic principle of strength in the extraordinary world, those two are at least Sequence 4.
Adding Caius and the other five, the disparity in combat power is significant.
The second option is to bring in external help to break the situation, such as Will Auceptin or the offspring of that evil god.
He hasn't entered the Hall of Stars during this period, so he doesn't know how Mr. A's matters are progressing.
The third option is to go with the flow. Since he can't escape in the short term, he might as well join them. Given his uniqueness, he might even become their Pope.
From the current situation, the third option seems the most suitable.
"Could this be their goal?"
"Did they want me to open the golden box to confirm my uniqueness?"
"Usurping the faith left by the King in Yellow is also a good counterattack."
Hastur slowly considered the feasibility in his mind, while Aisala quietly lay under his armpit.
When the sun completely set, the door was knocked. Hastur sat up straight on the bed, took a deep breath, and put on an elegant and appropriate smile.
He got up and walked to the mirror on the table, seemingly talking to himself: "Relax, this is not a big deal. Maybe they don't have any malice towards me."
"Meow."
Aisala jumped over, wanting Hastur to take it with him, but it was left in the room.
The door opened, and Hastur followed Caius downstairs to have dinner.
In the dining room on the first floor, the table was an elongated oval with eleven chairs.
Hastur naturally sat at the head of the table, with knives, forks, spoons, and other items already placed in front of him.
Then, the maids began to serve the food in turns.
These people were all ordinary, and the maid he saw today was not among them.
Apart from Caius, no one else appeared.
"It seems they are not in a hurry."
Hastur quietly enjoyed his dinner. Although the food here was far less exquisite and delicious than in Backlund, it was still quite good, above the passing line.
"The taste is not bad."
Hastur gave a comment, and Caius, standing by, smiled and said, "Your approval is our greatest honor."
After dinner, Caius had the maids clean up and leave.
He knew that the young noble in front of him had something to ask.
Hastur casually placed his right hand on the table, tapping his index finger lightly, and said, "Can I still trust you?"
Whether it was an illusion or not, Caius felt that the Hastur sitting at the head of the table at this moment was like a god, exuding an invisible pressure that made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Caius collected his thoughts and respectfully said, "Our lies have never intended to harm you."
Hastur did not comment on this sentence and said lightly, "Do you have a Pope?"
"The position of Pope has always been vacant, waiting for a suitable person to step up and receive the worship of all believers."
"If I join you, can I become your Pope?"
"We have always followed the shadow of the god. Only those who can hear the divine oracle can become the Pope."
"Has the god you believe in ever issued a divine oracle?"
"No."
"Then how can you be sure of His existence?"
Caius was silent for a while, still calm and unhurried, and said, "Since we embarked on this extraordinary path, He has always been leading us forward."
"What do you call Him?"
This was a blasphemous question, but Hastur wanted to know the answer.
Caius lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, his eyes showing fanatical worship, and said in a low, hoarse voice,
"The Lord of the Starry Sea in the distant sky,
the formless and nameless one, the Planner of Fate.
The script He writes will surely be performed.
He is the King in Yellow who plays among mortals, and the shadow He leaves behind is the direction we will always follow!"
The Lord of the Starry Sea in the distant sky, the formless and nameless one, the Planner of Fate.
Hastur silently recited these three titles in his heart, trying to find something special about the King in Yellow.
But he didn't gain much. The Lord of the Starry Sea and the formless and nameless one were titles he had long known.
What caught his attention was the title of the Planner of Fate.
Will once said that the Yellow Robe Monks knew how to deal with 008.
From this sentence, it seems that the authority of the King in Yellow involves the paths of fate and audience.
Yes, to be precise, it is the combination of two extraordinary paths.
Hastur glanced at the excited and agitated Caius and did not ask him any more questions.
A fanatic cannot provide him with correct answers.
...
At around ten o'clock in the evening, Hastur was already lying on the big bed. No one would disturb him. His power here was indeed equivalent to that of a lord, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
If it weren't for the golden box still lying in the center of the hall on the first floor, constantly reminding him of the close connection with the Yellow Robe Monks.
He didn't feel anything was wrong. Caius and the others did not deliberately avoid him in their actions and conversations and always maintained respect for him.
After setting a few rules in the room to avoid being spied on, he fell asleep and went to the Hall of Stars.
Hall of Stars.
Hastur scanned the stars but still did not find the star of the King in Yellow.
He had to look away and focus on the star of the True Creator, finding Mr. A's light spot.
In the picture of the light spot, Mr. A had already changed to a new place and was kneeling in front of a statue, praying continuously.
Hastur directly used divine revelation and then entered his dream to understand all of Mr. A's experiences during this period.
Seeing that Mr. A had completed his task perfectly, he thought for a moment and decided to give Mr. A a good evaluation as a reward for his hard work.
When Mr. A came to the familiar sea again, facing the dream of the holy mountain, he knew that the Lord's gaze was upon him again.
He prostrated himself on the sea, welcoming the Lord's gaze.
"You did well."
The divine oracle was like a magic sound drilling into his ears, causing a huge wave in his mind.
The dream shattered, and Mr. A was still prostrated on the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly, his whole body shaking continuously.
Well done.
You did well.
This was recognition from the Lord!
Mr. A's excitement was beyond words. He could feel his heart beating so violently that it seemed it would fly out of his chest.
He used all his strength to control his facial expressions, finally suppressing the urge to laugh out loud, leaving only a smile on his slightly raised lips.
He had never heard of any other believer receiving the Lord's praise.
Even Lord Ouroboros would find it difficult to receive the Lord's praise, right?
In the basement completely sealed by boulders, the dark world suddenly brightened, revealing a starry sky suspended above the coffin.
The starry sky was bright and dazzling, dispelling the dark and lightless world.
Four starry chains like tentacles extended from the depths of the starry sky, tightly wrapping around the four corners of the coffin containing the power of the evil god's offspring.
With the baptism of the power of the stars, the aura of the stars in this place gradually thickened, continuously expelling and purifying other forces.
The originally dark coffin gradually lost its black color, turning semi-transparent.
When the starlight above dissipated and left, everything returned to calm.
...
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur held his forehead with one hand, his spiritual power nearly exhausted, causing intense pain.
"It will take another two nights to completely convert the offspring of the evil god into a believer of the stars. However, the consciousness that was originally about to be born seems to have been cleansed during the purification process."
Hastur carefully recalled all the details of what had just happened. He reached the basement through Mr. A, using the power of the Hall of Stars for baptism.
He purified the consciousness that might belong to the True Creator in that body, leaving only pure energy in the body.
During the process, the newly born consciousness, which was inclined towards the True Creator, was eradicated by the baptism of the stars.
"This is also good. Leaving an empty shell without any consciousness, just like the vessel for the descent of the Goddess of the Night, that body will be the vessel for the descent of the stars."
Hastur thought for a while and found it feasible, then left the Hall of Stars and fell asleep on the bed.
(End of this chapter)
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