"Two months..." He whispered to himself, his breath instantly shredded by the cold wind. He had been thrown into this familiar yet unfamiliar world a full sixty days later than his "kindred," Klein Moretti. It felt familiar because he had read the thick epic that depicted this world; it felt unfamiliar because when the words transformed into icy reality, and every breath carried the frantic whispers of Beyonder characteristics, the experience was completely different.

The time traveler Fang Yan woke up from the gray fog and obtained a sequence path outside the twenty-two sequence paths - Nuo, and mastered the corresponding unique "Face of Purification" and the source material "Niche of Purification", becoming the recovering Nuo god.

"The scourge exile from eternity."

"The patron saint of sacrifices and shamanic dances."

"The Lord of Nuo, who exorcises evil and purifies the plague."

Would you like to see a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom?

In the kingdom of the goddess of night, eternal flowers bloom; she is a relic of antiquity.

"Because that is the earliest sprout of my humanity, that's why I choose you."

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"bug".

The syllables his father gave him when he named him.

Praise mistakes.

...But when his father named him this, did he really feel a sense of praise for "mistake"?

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Light is the meaning of everything.

So life, ah, is bitter as a song.

"Go and push open that door."

"Welcome to the place promised by God..."

"A World of Light".

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"I did not betray Silver City!"

The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice.

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"As long as you open the door for me when the time comes."

"Don't save me! Don't save me!"

The door opened, and the wrong person stood in front of it.

The former King of Angels retreated back into darkness without even seeing the day.

"……good."

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The emperor's eldest daughter could recreate the fairy tale, but when the fairy tale actually came true, she saw someone sitting on a high throne.

"Seal me."

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"A happy ending would be for all the bad guys to die. Including you... and me too."

The witch smiled and wrote the ending of the story with ink stained with filthy darkness.

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The ball has begun.

A man with a slightly receding hairline danced the opening dance with a psychic wearing glamorous makeup.

Old friends reunited and raised their glasses in celebration.

"There is no madness here."

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"justice."

"I choose justice."

This is what Backlund's most dazzling gem says.

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"He is the Lord's wrath."

Waiting for the day when the war will be over

A fanfiction about Lord of Mysteries. "Mr. A, look over there, there's a living Extraordinary Ability. Let's capture him and offer him to the Lord." "Hey, Mr. Beastmaster about to be promoted, this is excellent promotion material. You'll definitely need it at Sequence 7. How about a discount, 700 gold pounds?" "Mr. Fool, don't be so stingy. Drink this Faceless Man Potion and put on your half-high silk hat." "The 'Grim Reaper' of the Tarot Society, Mr. M of the Aurora Society, one of the thirty-two mentors of the Morse Penitentiary, and a special bishop of the Steam Church—these are all nicknames I often use. Call me whatever you like," Tzel said very politely.