Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 42: Prayer and Observation

The prayer hall of St. Hillan Cathedral is always quiet despite the constant flow of people.

House adjusted his top hat, followed the crowd to the front of the hall, found a seat in front of the triangular emblem made of gears, levers, and steam, and calmly began to pray.

After finishing his prayers, he left a small donation at the offering box in front of him, and then walked against the crowd to the back of the prayer hall.

He walked through the corridor covered with murals that were as intricate as if they were painted with machinery, and stepped toward the underground staircase.

He could no longer contain his desire to meet that great being; for him, every day, every minute was now torture.

But before going to meet the great being, he must prepare a gift of sufficient importance for the other party, a gift that can express his faith and intentions.

He pondered this for a long time, and finally, he realized that there was no better gift than the seal beneath the church.

Although he wasn't fully prepared, he couldn't wait any longer.

He descended the long staircase to the basement of St. Hillan Cathedral, came to a half-open door, and then raised his hand to knock.

dong dong~

"Come in." A strong voice came from inside the room.

House raised his hand to adjust his top hat, then pushed open the door and walked into the room.

In order to gain the opportunity to enter the underground of St. Hillan Cathedral, he applied to the church for the opportunity to be promoted to "Fighting Scholar".

Upon seeing the great being, with His help, he immediately mastered the "Secret Seeker" potion. Combined with his previous merits, he successfully obtained this promotion opportunity.

Inside the room, a man with stubbornly protruding hair looked House up and down before asking seriously:

"Although your application has been approved, I still want to ask one more time: are you sure you want the promotion?"

"Your body is no longer young, and for you now, promotion is a dangerous thing."

House nodded firmly: "But my faith is strong enough, and I think God will protect me."

Seeing this, the stubborn man with the hairstyle stopped trying to persuade him and instead nodded very seriously to the other person:

"Okay, you've exchanged for the 'Fighting Scholar' potion, so please wait a moment. I'll bring the prepared potion over shortly."

"You can meditate to adjust your condition during this time, and try to take the potion in the best possible state."

After saying that, the man left the room and closed the door behind him.

House let out a soft breath, then turned around, intending to go out and observe the layout of the place.

As soon as I took a step, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed, and a chilling wind swirled around me. It was as if countless eyes were watching me.

House's first reaction was that the sealed artifact was out of control, and his second reaction was that his opportunity had come.

Before he could act, the tea left on the table by the stubborn-haired man suddenly began to slosh around. Under House's surprised and wary gaze, silvery Rune characters appeared on the surface of the tea:

"Foolish fellow, I have come to deliver the divine message of that exalted being:"

Abandon your foolish idea, don't do anything unnecessary, and don't create unnecessary trouble for his perfect identity.

"You're the most foolish 'peeping Tom' I've ever met. Did the 'Hidden Sage' damage your brain while imparting knowledge to you?"

"A mere Sequence 9 dares to target the Steam Church's headquarters in Backlund..."

House stared at the words that kept appearing and disappearing on the teacup, his face alternating between dark and red.

He stood there in silence for several seconds before slowly uttering a sentence:

Why should I believe you?

On the shimmering surface of the tea, new words emerged one by one:

"What a foolish 'spy'..."

The name of that exalted being is:

From the unknowable sublime;

A gateway beyond dimensions;

An embodiment of art and fantasy.

"You can seek confirmation from that exalted being yourself, but whether you are ultimately rejected or punished is up to you."

As the last word appeared, the anomaly in the teacup vanished in the next second, and the lights in the room returned to their bright state.

Everything remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened, except for House, who stood there dumbfounded.

Based on his intuition as a "peeper," House believed that the name given by the mysterious being who had contacted him through the tea was genuine.

What he's concerned about now is whether his ideas are truly foolish and superfluous, and whether they will cause unnecessary trouble for that great being.

"I..."

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, hesitating several times before finally deciding to repent for his mistakes:

"From the unknowable sublime, the gateway to dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy."

"Your devout believer begs for your understanding and forgiveness..."

.....

Meanwhile, as Cyril was entangled with Zoira in the painted world, a faint, overlapping prayer echoed in his ears.

"Your devout believer begs for your understanding and forgiveness..."

"Great God, I know I was wrong..."

...

The echoing prayers around him made Cyril feel that his spirit was about to detach from his body, as if he could leave this painted world in spirit form with just a thought.

Is it only possible to detach as a spiritual entity?

Cyril frowned. Once his mind and body were separated, he would lose control of his body. He had no doubt that Zoira, who was chasing him, would cut him in two.

But the echoing prayers in his ears did not disappear because of his will; on the contrary, they gradually became clearer over time, causing his spirit to rise uncontrollably and begin to detach from his body.

"Damn it, stop reading it!" Sirion roared in fury.

Then, the entire world in the painting suddenly fell silent, a deathly stillness.

Cyril paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something. He turned to look at Zoira, who was swinging her knife at him from behind, and gently wiped his hand in the air.

Wow!

A solid earthen wall stood silently between the two of them.

Upon seeing this, Sirion instantly realized that his control over the world within the painting had surpassed that of the painting's original owner. Unless the other party possessed the ability to directly destroy the world within the painting, he would no longer be in any danger.

So he began to yield to the invisible pull, letting his spirit detach from his body.

As the constraints on his body disappeared, Cyril found his vision expanding infinitely, and the world he saw underwent a dramatic transformation. He saw dots, lines, and sheets of paper without thickness or boundaries...

In his eyes, both time and space had taken on concrete, tangible shapes.

As his spirit soared, he once again saw the shadow that loomed over everything from the infinite heights.

No, this time it's not infinitely high. Although it still looks incredibly far away, he feels like he could reach out and touch it.

However, doing so is quite dangerous, as it means that he has chosen to confront the "higher-dimensional observers".

He merely glanced at the top of his head before looking away, choosing to ignore the other party since there was a barrier left over from the beginning.

He then looked down and found the world in the painting where his body was located among countless dots, lines and planes, and then reached out and pushed it out of the gaze of the "higher-dimensional observer".

During their brief eye contact, he happened to glean some useful information from the "high-dimensional observer."

As a symbol and master of dimensions, the observations of a "higher-dimensional observer" can directly and critically alter the subsequent development and final outcome of the observed object.

This is a characteristic of higher dimensions, just like when a person looks at the quantum microscopic world. When I see it, the flowers bloom brilliantly; when I don't see it, the flowers and my heart are both silent.

Therefore, to escape the fate fixed by the observation of "higher-dimensional observers," one must first break free from their gaze and then use one's own position to correct it.

Although lacking the corresponding power, given his actual status, he can still achieve limited "observation" by relying on the close connection between his mind and body.

Noticing that the shadow above his head was moving with him, Cyril decisively stopped pushing the world in the painting.

Looking at the piece of color he held in his hand, he murmured softly, "Adam, I need some help."

"The price I can pay is some information from the ancient stars, which involves His authority and symbols."

"it is good."

A gentle voice emanated from his chest, as if echoing in his heart.