A land forsaken by the gods, the City of the Moon. Upon hearing the great priest's voice resounding throughout the city, Adal, Sin, Rous, and the others became unusually excited. They rose simultaneously, carrying behind them the leather satchels they had prepared in advance—filled with mushroom powder, dried mushrooms, sheets of monster hide, and various exceptional traits in differing states of condition. Though filled with excitement and anticipation for the future, their long history of suffering had instilled in them a deep sense of caution. They had therefore packed as much food as possible. — Within just a few seconds, after the "Knight of the Fool" received divine revelation from the city's priests, the priests had instructed no further hunting expeditions to be sent out and urged every resident to gather their essential belongings, ready to depart at a moment's notice. Thus, within mere seconds, Adal and the others, holding their lanterns, stepped out of their homes and onto the streets. At the moment their gazes met, joy radiated from the faces—some once considered ugly, others bearing various deformities—without any trace of reservation or negative emotion. This place had long been the source of their nightmares, where countless generations had lost their childhood happiness. Once gathered at the square with the raised platform, they held back their excitement, forming orderly lines according to their residential districts, and checked whether their neighbors had arrived. Soon, every resident of the moon city was present. High Priest Nym ascended the platform, a smile barely contained, and began: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have received the divine oracle. 'The Fool' shall assist us in leaving this cursed land and reclaiming our new life. 'Hail the Fool!' " He led the gesture, placing his right palm upon his left chest—the custom they themselves had invented to honor 'The Fool,' which 'The Fool' accepted without objection. "Hail the Fool!" The residents of the Moon City simultaneously pressed their right palms against their left chests, loudly expressing their gratitude and devotion. As the voices echoed, the gray-haired, weathered Nim lowered his hands and said, "We will first head to the Silver City, where we will join the survivors there and journey together toward that bright world beyond. "Do not worry," he added, "the 'Fool' will protect us. "Now, close your eyes and begin praying." With that, the high priest clasped his hands together and placed them to his lips, earnestly praying to the great being known as the 'Fool,' hoping that this magnificent presence would fulfill the accumulated, deepest wish of the Moon City over the past two or three millennia. The very next moment, the half-god of the 'Night's Path' became acutely aware of subtle changes around him, opened his eyes, and surveyed the surroundings, noticing that stone pillars were gradually becoming clearer, lanterns were now hanging from them, and tall figures were swiftly taking shape. Was this indeed the Silver City? We have arrived at the City of Silver... This is the power of the deities... Praise the "Knight of the Fool"! Adal and Xin, along with the others, began to observe the surroundings closely. Subconsciously, they held a favorable impression of the City of Silver, as the missionary of the gods, the esteemed Count Germán Sparo, had once mentioned that upon entering this cursed and abandoned land, he was the first to reach the City of Silver. It was the beginning of the divine light spreading through eternal darkness—the very starting point of all hope. Soon, the figures fully emerged, most of them exceeding two meters in height, with normal features and bodies, free from deformities, gazing at the residents of Moon City with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The imposing height and the striking normalcy of these figures immediately made Xin and Rous feel tense, self-conscious, and uneasy. Yet, upon a quick glance, they saw many residents of Silver City chewing on mushrooms with golden-brown surfaces, occasionally drawing off steaming liquid from the white, plump mushrooms. This familiar scene gradually eased the Moon City people, making them see the "half-giants" as kindred beings. Wether Hilmon, chief of the Six Councilors, nodded calmly to the Moon City leader, said to be known as Nim, the high priest: "Are you ready?" His tone was composed and natural, showing no trace of prejudice despite the largely imposing appearances of the Moon City people. Concerned about potential mishaps, Nim immediately replied: "We are ready." Wether Hilmon then turned his gaze to the residents of Silver City: "Finish your meal within three minutes and begin your prayers." Within less than a minute, the Silver City residents had finished their "milk," set aside the remaining food, and began praying to the "Fool" with sincere devotion. — The ancient survivors of the Moon City appeared before them in a most miraculous fashion, strengthening their confidence in leaving the forsaken lands and truly believing in the "Simpleton" gentleman. A few seconds later, all the people on the training grounds of Silver City vanished. The city fell utterly silent, soon to be overgrown with polluted weeds, with monsters wandering through its streets and homes. In the span of just a blink or two of an eye, the residents of Silver City and Moon City found themselves standing before the palace of the King of Giants, bathed in the solidified glow of dusk. This was deliberately arranged by Caine—a farewell ritual offered to these ancient survivors of the forsaken lands. While the people of Moon City were struck by the grandeur, epic scale, and mythic aura of the "Palace of the King of Giants," most of the residents of Silver City instinctively turned their gaze downward, toward the distance. Beyond the orange-hued dusk, the land was completely engulfed in darkness, revealing only the outlines of ancient buildings, towering mountains, and deformed plants when occasional lightning streaked across the sky. As the lightning fell, darkness surged again, once more swallowing everything whole. Then, the people of the Silver City and the Moon City turned their gaze inward, toward the depths of the Giant King's palace. There, a grand door stood open, beyond which the sea shimmered with a brilliant golden hue. Those whose eyes had been filled with sunlight suddenly found their surroundings blurred, the scene rapidly fragmenting. These fragments swiftly reassembled into a deep blue sea, the scent of fish, the rhythmic thudding of hammering, and an orange sun still far from reaching the horizon. The residents of the Moon City and the Silver City stared in astonishment and anticipation, now seeing undistorted lush forests, unaltered stone buildings, the figures of Ljaval and others, and the roads leading to the harbor, with ships moored there. Many people's vision blurred instantly, as though undergoing a sacred illumination. They could clearly sense that there was no sense of decay, impurity, or mystery here—only clarity and renewal. Most residents of Silver City and Moon City either bowed their heads or knelt on the ground, praising the "Fool" with loud voices, and eagerly kissing the soil, which now seemed to carry a fragrant aroma. Others were not ungrateful to the "Fool," but were still deeply immersed in the transformation unfolding around them, their bodies and spirits shaken by the profound impact. When they had finally regained some composure, Liawal approached, his gaze fixed solely on his wife and daughter. As he drew near, he could hardly contain his excitement and joy, opening his mouth to share with them all that he had witnessed and experienced. Yet, he found himself overwhelmed—there was so much to share, as if countless rivers of memory and emotion surged simultaneously into his throat, blocking his words. After a few seconds, Liavall finally managed to speak: "We... we have a new home." Before he could finish, the half-giant, nearly two and a half meters tall, hurriedly reached into his coat pocket, pulled out something, and extended it toward his wife and daughter. "This was given to us by the Divine Messenger. Milk, they say—it's delicious." Liavall's face broke into a warm smile. In his palm, two thin, folded packages rested quietly, each about the size of a thumb, slightly wrinkled and damp with a hint of sweat. "Milk," Liavall's wife didn't quite understand—this was a new word formed from the combination of "milk" and "honey" in the giant language. Inspired by her father's enthusiasm, the daughter boldly reached for the milk and prepared to take a bite. "No, no," Liavall quickly took the two milk packages back, carefully peeled off the paper wrapping, and placed one in each of his wife's and daughter's mouths. Her daughter bit down firmly, her teeth making a crisp popping sound. Gradually, her eyes narrowed, and a sense of enchantment began to settle upon her face. Throughout this, she scarcely opened her mouth to speak. Seeing her daughter's expression, Liaval's wife took a delicate bite of the milk herself, savoring it—not crushing it but allowing it to dissolve slowly within her mouth. The incomparable aroma and sweetness of the milk slowly unfolded, gradually drawing Liaval's wife into a state of deep delight. Lyavall's smile grew brighter, and the words that had been stuck in her throat finally poured out: "The Divine Messenger said we could go to Byam's city to look for work, take on commissions, earn gold pounds—then we could buy more milk. We could also sell our unique traits and monster hides to the 'God of the Sea' Church... The 'God of the Sea' is the sub-deity of Master the Fool... It's almost dark now. I'll take you to the seaside to watch the sunset—it's truly beautiful. I visit every day, always hoping for this very moment, when you all come, and I can show you too..." ...The anchor has finally settled, and it's steadier now. Moreover, fulfilling the wishes of both the Silver City and the Moon City people has once again consumed a good portion of my 'Miracle-Worker' elixir. Yet, it hasn't reached the level of what was seen in Constantine. Indeed, the 'God of Wishes' isn't quite playing his most accurate role. At the edge of the gray mist, Kline exhaled slowly, then returned the 'Star Staff' to the pile of miscellaneous items. Next, he will continue his wanderings, creating miracles and occasionally visiting the lands forsaken by the gods, transforming some monsters into secret figures to prepare for future rituals. As for the next phase of his role as the "Miracle Worker," Caine intends to accumulate wishes related to altering his appearance and physique, until he can resolve the issues of the deformed inhabitants of the Lunar City and create another miracle. This isn't particularly difficult... Many young ladies and women harbor aspirations to clear their acne, get their eyelids double-layered, or straighten their noses, and I have certain methods to fulfill those wishes... By gradually building up from simple to more complex cases, step by step, I will eventually be able to heal the deformed individuals of Rui City. As they move into the outside world, they grow increasingly self-conscious. After murmuring a few thoughts to himself, Klein suddenly chuckled self-consciously: "Then I could proudly claim myself as the 'ruler of the beauty industry, the guardian of designers and builders, and the miracle-maker of long-distance travel.'"... Bernadette watched calmly, waited patiently, and intervened only sparingly in the condition of the "Dawn."不知 how long it had been, the storm finally subsided. At that moment, dark silhouettes appeared in the distance.