In the central region of the original island, within the tomb of the Black Emperor. After seeing Belnadee off, Roscel didn't immediately fall into sleep. He slowly raised his head once more, gazing upward toward the infinite height. On the gray mist, Celine sighed silently, set down the Staff of Stars, summoned a paper figure, and gave it a casual shake. With a crisp "snap," the figure rapidly thickened, expanded, and soared into the semi-transparent vortex composed of ethereal, mysterious symbols beside the seat of the Fool. —Though Belnadee had been transferred to the edge of the original island, Celine could no longer see the internal condition of the tomb of the Black Emperor through the prayer light representing her, he could still maintain a connection with the Emperor to some extent, thanks to the Fool's symbol now fully integrated into Roscel's form. After passing through the slowly rotating vortex, the figure arrived within the tomb, where the light source was mysterious and dim, and materialized as a human figure before the central dais. This human with black hair and brown eyes bears a resemblance to Germaine Spalro, yet lacks the firmness of outline, the depth of lines, and the sharp, cool demeanor. His facial features differ in several ways, and there's a subtle layer of softness—some gentle deposits of flesh on his chin and abdomen—giving him the unmistakable look of Keene's original Zhou Mingrui. The Zhou Mingrui who has lived for thousands of years as a roommate with Roserel Huangtao and Gustav within the "Source Fort." Rossel firmly established the origin of this man, straightening his posture and chuckling softly, "I originally intended to ask where you're from, to see if I needed to make any regional distinctions. But then I thought—no, there's no need. Neither of you belongs to this age; both are mere wanderers, rootless and pitiful." Before Kline could respond, the Emperor's tone deepened, and he asked, "Do you know the truth about the End Times?" "Yes," Kline nodded gently. Rossel pressed on, "Do you know that this very place is Earth?" "Yes," Kline answered with quiet assurance. Upon hearing this, Rossel chuckled to himself, self-awarely, "You've known this so early—I only finally confirmed it myself when I journeyed to the Moon and saw the planet's true form from above." "Having said that, this Emperor sighed and said: 'The moon is so strange. I clearly feel a sense of terror, yet I never once question whether myself might be contaminated. Instead, my perspective grows increasingly biased and extreme. 'Occasionally, I find clarity in the views of those around me, but I dare not write my journal in that state, fearing I will reveal my secrets and lose my final chance. 'In the end, I decided to leverage all the prior groundwork and shift toward the path of the 'Black Emperor.' Not only because, with the end of days approaching, only Sequence 0 has the capacity to protect those I wish to save and carry them to the other planets across the vast cosmos, but also because, through the divine miracle of the 'Black Emperor's' resurrection, I have witnessed hope for overcoming the contamination.' "As long as I can be truly killed after becoming the 'Black Emperor' of Sequence 0 and going half-mad, I will have the chance to revive within the Tomb or in the Stellar Realm. At that time, what will return to me will be pure 'Uniqueness' and the three exceptional traits of Sequence 1, free from any contamination and free from the uncontrollable madness. Indeed, back then, the 'Eternal Scorching Sun' and the 'God of Steam and Machinery' were, to some extent, utilized by me. Yet the old terror surpassed my expectations—alongside my revival, I also regained a renewed contamination. Perhaps only the old can confront the old. Therefore, I have had to halt the revival process and endure this current state of existence within the final Tomb, preventing the old from taking form in the real world through my body, for that would bring about a catastrophic disaster." Klein, having considered the information he previously gathered and what had just transpired, had long suspected the state of the Emperor Roserel. Now, he was entirely unsurprised, responding calmly: "The outer deity that has polluted you is known as the 'Falling Mother Goddess,' who has seduced many followers through her incarnation as the 'Primordial Moon.'" The Emperor's facial features subtly shifted at this revelation. After a moment of silence, he said: "I am familiar with the 'Primordial Moon,' but I had not known its true name was the 'Falling Mother Goddess.' Now that I think about it, I believe I may have sensed that Mr. The Door has been seeking help—not by chance at all..." Hearing this, Klein was struck with sudden alarm, instantly recalling the various developments on the island, and now sensed what the Emperor Roserel was about to say. Roserel smiled and sighed: "For much of my life, my greatest challenge has been excessive confidence—I've always felt I could simply save my current state and restart, often overlooking finer details." "Back then, Green was contaminated by the strange forces of this island, and after dying, returned here to be reborn—wasn't that precisely the influence of the 'Primordial Moon'? After I completed various examinations and underwent corresponding purification, I felt confident that everything was fine. Yet perhaps fate had already undergone a subtle shift at that very moment, leading me later to 'meet' the 'Gate' Lord, who gradually guided me step by step to the Moon... 'This cannot be blamed on the 'Gate' Lord; His condition might even be worse than mine now.' The Emperor meant that, since he first discovered this primordial island, he has been under the watchful eye of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess'? Kline sighed: 'Who could have imagined back then that the issues would prove so severe?' "Before Sequence 2, simply understanding the 'Heavens' and the Old Ones themselves would bring a dreadful contamination. And without that understanding, when faced with certain circumstances, one could not accurately gauge the severity of the issues nor determine what kind of remedial actions were necessary afterward. This caused Roselle to regard the original island as her own secret base, never sharing the events that unfolded there with those qualified to comprehend the existence of the Outer Gods, the Old Ones, and the 'Heavens.' 'Yes,' Roselle seemed pleased that he had committed a mistake nearly everyone would make. He then added, 'Within that ancient and secretive organization, the stories of the Old Ones and the Outer Gods were almost never mentioned.' At this point, Roselle paused and said, 'You've read my journal, and you know that the organization I'm referring to is merely a designation.' Klein nodded. 'I know which organization it refers to. I didn't expect you, with your rank of Sequence 0, to still hesitate in naming the organization itself.' "I always feel that He's not ordinary. He might have an understanding of the Outer Gods that we can't even imagine, so it's better to be cautious. After all, I'm not yet a fully complete Sequence-0 True God." After saying this simply, Roscel's slightly visible brow suddenly furrowed. "How many of my diaries have you read?" If the atmosphere weren't so pressing and melancholy, Clary would have been eager to respond with, "Being a witch really has its perks," to lightly tease Roscel, his fellow native. In the end, he answered calmly: "Many. After uttering those two words, he casually added, "I've also gathered a few 'Cards of Desecration.'" "Which ones?" Roscel asked immediately. Clary controlled the expression of the mannequins above the gray mist, speaking with a steady tone. "The 'Black Emperor,' 'The Tyrant,' 'The Red Priest,' and 'The Fool.'" “Hmm…” Roxel exhaled, the faint furrows on his brow smoothing out. “Good thing it’s not the ‘Witch’ card, the ‘Moon’ card, or the ‘Mother’ card.” Clayne didn’t respond—he simply stared at the Emperor. Roxel only realized his own words had drifted off and quickly cleared his throat. “All of us have watched the livestreams, so it should be clear how ordinary this really is…” As he spoke, he coughed again, then sighed. “So, what path are you from?” “Seer,” Clayne replied simply. Roxel fell silent. After a few seconds, he said, “Unfortunately, if everyone were in normal condition, it would be you who’d step through the historical rift and bring out a large-screen TV and a gaming console—everyone would play and chat together. That’s what true male romance is all about.” "Unfortunately, we're out of power—relies on you to invent it... Klein didn't utter the words in his heart, maintaining his tone: "I hope there will come a day like that." Then he steered the conversation back on track: "I'm curious—why do your 'Cards of Desecration' make even the gods unable to locate them? Such a strong resistance to divination and prophecy is truly remarkable." Roscel immediately chuckled lightly: "Because knowledge can bring power, and power can also bestow knowledge—that is the authority of the 'Emperor of Knowledge.' I imbued each of the twenty-two pathways' potion recipes with strength, and as a result, they naturally developed a powerful synergy among their exceptional properties, gaining a certain degree of resistance to divination and prophecy. Then, I further..." As he spoke, Roscel suddenly paused, as though sensing an issue. A moment or two later, his voice seemed slightly wavering as he said: "The creation of the 'Cards of Desecration' took place one year before I performed the 'Black Emperor' ritual. At that time, I had already been contaminated by the 'Primordial Moon,' and for most of the time, I lacked clear awareness of what was happening around me. 'Why can't the deities find these twenty-two cards?' This question sent a sharp jolt through Kline's spirit, who stood above the gray mist, and once again felt a subtle tingling in his scalp. Before Kline could summon his paper figures to respond, Rosel's voice suddenly rose, tinged with an indescribable fear: "Do not gather all twenty-two cards! Be careful of the 'Mother' card!" These two sentences echoed throughout the deep, solemn halls of the 'Black Emperor' tomb, lingering without fading.