Lord of the Mysteries: Lord of Order

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Aaron exhaled deeply from atop the throne, finally having clarified the identities of the current four reserve members. None of them were truly evil, so they could all be nurtured.

Next, he would make some attempts and preparations, then the first gathering could be convened.

Aaron recalled the experiences and lessons from Klein's Tarot Club, summarizing them based on his own circumstances.

First, he needed to give this gathering a name. Hmm... as a secret organization, it shouldn't sound cheap.

My True Name includes the description "The Great Emperor of the Chaos Realm" so let's call this divine meeting the Chaos Council. It's full of prestige and sounds quite intimidating when spoken.

Secondly, the four of them came from different parts of the world, unlike the initial Tarot Club where everyone was from Loen. There were obstacles in language and information exchange.

Hmm... that's easy to solve. I'm proficient in the languages of all countries on both the Northern and Southern Continents. Simply using the Sefirah for simultaneous translation will suffice.

Moreover, the four of them consisted of a fallen noble, a newly adult Sanguine, a mixed-blood with Elven ancestry, and a native of the Southern Continent. Their understanding of the mystical world varied.

But I need them to clearly understand that this is a secret gathering established by a hidden existence at the level of a deity, so they will hold reverence.

Therefore, my honorific name and the corresponding sacrificial and bestowal rituals—these things that reflect a deity's status—need to be deeply rooted in their hearts from the beginning.

Finally, I need to control the pace of the gathering. Simply put, I need a stooge. Not everything can be explained by a high and mighty deity, otherwise, it would make the deity's status seem too cheap.

Hmm... this is a bit troublesome. I don't have the Beyonder characteristic of a Marionettist yet, so I can't conjure a dummy out of thin air and control it to calmly manipulate the gathering's process.

However, this isn't unsolvable. I can impersonate my own Blessed, sit on one of the 9 high-backed chairs below, and then reconstruct a false divine image on my throne.

With my current control over the Sefirah, I should be able to successfully disguise myself by simply paying attention to the identity switch and voice modulation. After all, they won't be able to see clearly through the layers of dark gold mist.

Later, when conditions are right, I can kill a Marionettist and won't have to go through this trouble.

By pretending to be my own Blessed, I can use the Blessed's mouth to reveal some simple mysticism knowledge and the acting method to the gathering members, accelerating their growth.

This will better establish the image of my divine Blessed as knowledgeable and powerful. I can also issue some tasks that are inconvenient for a deity to directly assign, such as collecting information or purchasing materials.

Aaron thought back carefully and found that there were no omissions.

With a thought, his figure disappeared from atop the throne and appeared on a high-backed chair on the lower left side, closest to the throne.

His spirituality fluctuated, connecting with the surrounding dark gold mist. It slowly gathered and solidified on the tall throne, forming a figure surrounded by layers of dark gold mist.

The mist swirled, obscuring the face, but one could directly feel the sense of mystery, solemnity, and majesty.

With a thought, a vast and distant voice came from the throne, "Audacious madmen! How dare you pry into a deity!" Aaron amused himself for a moment, felt there were no issues with the sound, and nodded in satisfaction.

Waving his hand, the figure on the throne dispersed. He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking, passing through the layers of dark gold mist mixed with prayers, and returned to the cubicle.

Aaron took out his pocket watch from his jacket pocket, opened it, and checked the time. It was already 11 PM.

He felt his spirituality; the consumption wasn't significant, so he directly closed his eyes and meditated to restore the remaining spirituality.

When the hands reached 11:58, Aaron opened his eyes, rubbing his hands together with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Immediately, he closed his eyes, his spirituality radiating outwards, his consciousness connecting with the boundless dark gold mist infinitely high in the spiritual sky.

Passing through the dark gold mist where illusory whispers and roars echoed, Aaron opened his eyes once more.

With a thought, his figure disappeared from atop the throne and appeared on a high-backed chair below.

His spirituality fluctuated, connecting with the surrounding dark gold mist. It slowly gathered and solidified on the tall throne, forming a figure surrounded by layers of dark gold mist.

After preparing, Aaron extended his spirituality into the four points of light on the stone chairs at the very bottom, connecting with the Sefirah, expressing his desire to pull people in.

As his spirituality was consumed, the four points of light gradually expanded.

In a house in the Southern District of Azshara, the capital of Lenberg, an ancient knight's short sword erupted with a dark gold shimmer, engulfing the young man on the nearby bed.

In Feynapotter City, the capital of the Feynapotter Kingdom, in the Srenzo District of the southern suburbs, within a slightly old high-rise villa with a garden.

A string of light green diamond necklaces emitted faint points of light, instantly engulfing the girl scratching her head while reading at the table.

On the northwest side of the Berserk Sea, in Hakata Port, within a dilapidated two-story building on North Street.

A pale blue dagger emitted a faint glow, engulfing the blue-haired mixed-blood youth on the bed.

On the Southern Continent, in West Balam, north of the Star Plateau, west of the Paz River Valley, in Kaiser Port, which belonged to the Intis colony.

Inside a building near the port, which blended Balam and Intis styles, a crystal-clear skull emitted a faint glow, enveloping the somewhat thin young man beside it.

Above a expanse of dark gold mist, Louise Sears regained her sight. Both terrified, confused, and a little excited, she looked around, discovering herself in a vast, magnificent palace with a strange, double-pointed roof, seated on a stone chair at the very bottom of the palace.

Louise looked around and saw three blurry-headed, indistinct male figures on the surrounding stone chairs, doing similar actions to her, also looking around.

Immediately after, they almost simultaneously discovered, on the tall throne at the deepest part of the palace, inlaid with chaos-colored eyes, a figure surrounded by layers of dark gold mist, whose face was unclear, but one could directly feel a sense of mystery, solemnity, and majesty.

Below the throne stood 9 high-backed chairs. On one of these chairs, a man with a blurred face sat quietly.

"Your Excellency, where is this?"

"What do you want to do?"

The four were startled at first, fell silent, and then spoke in unison.

Sentences composed of different languages and different words conveyed the same heavy and tense feeling.

Especially after the four, who were looking at each other, discovered that their languages were different but they could understand each other without any hindrance, this heavy and tense feeling gradually turned into panic, vigilance, fear, and dread.

With a thought from Aaron, the dark gold mist fluctuated, and a vast and distant voice immediately came from the throne, like a deity's whisper.

"Welcome to my kingdom."

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