2 Chapter 1: Unveiled Omens, The Arrival

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Lucias awoke with a jolt, his mind filled with fragments of a past life that seemed distant and hazy. The memories surged forward, pierching his consciousness like a relentless drill, causing a throbbing pain within his head.

"These headaches... they're becoming more frequent," he muttered, closing his eyes as he tried to piece together the fragmented recollections.

Years ago, in a time he struggled to recall, his life had taken a drastic turn. It was during an ill-fated expedition into a dungeon, a place where danger lurked at every turn. A third-rank dungeon had inexplicably transformed into a zero-rank nightmare, unleashing chaos upon his party. Only he had managed to survive the ensuing devastation.

"The dungeon's sudden alteration... the appearance of the Annihilation Demonic Wolf, an L-rank boss," Lucias whispered, the memories resurfacing with vivid clarity. "And the reason I survived... it was because of my passive skill."

He remembered his passive ability, Overseer of the Unseen, a power he had often considered useless, due to its mere 0.005% activation probability and the requirement to fight a divine-trait enemy. But in that dire moment, it had proved its worth, granting him an opportunity to escape the clutches of the boss's domain, albeit at the cost of his physical body.

Since that fateful day, he had found himself trapped in a void, devoid of physical form. His senses dulled, leaving him with only the incessant pain as a reminder of his existence.

"I've been waiting here, hoping for a chance to reclaim my life," Lucias sighed, his voice filled with longing and determination. "And now, it seems that opportunity has finally arrived."

Fatigue washed over him, as he enter a deep slumber state. Drifting back into the abyss of the void, he surrendered to sleep, knowing that when he awakened, his life would be given anew, with boundless possibilities awaiting him.

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Lucias awoke with a start, his consciousness slowly emerging from the depths of slumbers. As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself trapped within the confines of an unfamiliar body, his senses instantly alert to the disorienting reality that surrounded him. The darkness enveloped him, shrouding him in obscurity, withholding any glimmer of light.

The air hung heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic echoes of his own heartbeat.

"Where... Where am I?" Lucias whispered, his voice barely audible in the oppressive stillness.

"It's still dark like usual, but... ughhh... my head hurts. I seem to be unable to recall certain parts of my memories. It's as if they're being drilled out of my mind," he thought, trying to piece together the missing fragments of his past.

"Hello..." he called out, hoping for a respone, but the chilling echo of his own words was the only reply he received. He surveyed his surroundings, gradually realizing that he possessed a physical body.

"Wait... this is... my face. I can touch it," he murmured, his hands reaching up to explore his features and squeeze his cheeks.

"It's soft... Ah, it feels good. My cheeks have never been this soft and supple," he noted, continuing to assess his body and the darkness that surrounded him.

"It seem my body is smaller, like that of a child. It feels unfamiliar. This situation, a dark room, a child's body, and this thing on my leg... Could it be some form of confinement?" Lucias speculated, trying to make sense of his circumstances.

He strained his ears, hoping for any sign of life, but the silence persisted.

Lucias discovered that his left leg was chained, the cold metal links clinking as he tugged at them, their sound echoing through the darkness.

"What... What kind of situation has led to this body being chained?" he wondered aloud, a sense of uneasiness settling over him. The unfamiliarity of his current circumstances, combined with the confinement he found himself in, created a deep sense of discomfort.

Taking a deep breath, Lucias attempted to steady his racing heart and calm his frayed nerves. He consciously pushed aside his unease, focusing instead on analyzing the environment around him.

The room remained shrouded in impenetrable darkness, rendering his vision useless. The weight of the chains wrapped around his leg served as a constant reminder of his captivity, while the sensations of the body he now inhabited felt strange and foreign.

"It's dark and cold," Lucias murmured to himself, his voice carrying a hint of resignation and determination.

Time seemed to slip through his grasp in the darkness, leaving Lucias disoriented and uncertain about the duration of his confinement. Deprived of sensory cues, he could only percieve the chilling sensation that permeated the air, seeping into his very bones.

As time dragged on, an insatiable emptiness gnawed at Lucias's stomach. The hunger pangs intensified, reverberating through the oppressive silence of his confinement. Each growl seemed to echo against the cold stone walls, a desperate plea for sustenance.

"Ugh... my stomach. I can't believe I feel hungry after all this time," he muttered, surprised by the return of a sensation he had long forgotten since his physical body disappeared.

His weakened body served as a constant reminder of his dire need for nourishment, yet there was no relief in sight. The persistent hunger became an unwelcome companion, driving him to seek an escape and satiate his primal cravings.

'I need to get out from here.' inside his mind.

"I cannot remain confined like this, I must find a way out, for my survival depends on it," Lucias declared, his voice resolute despite its weakness. "I refuse to be shackled by these chains and the suffocating darkness. Hunger will not be my captor. I will endure, overcome, and break free from this predicament."

His words, though spoken softly, carried a fierce determination that defied his dire circumstances, a testament to his unwavering spirit.

Lucias determination to endure his hunger remained steadfast, bolstered by his belief that he had survived without sustenance for an extended period in the past.

As he wrestled with the relentless grip of hunger, a faint sound pierced the suffocating silence of his confinement. It was a delicate rhythm, akin to the gentle brush of footsteeps, gradually drawing nearer.

His breath caught in his throat as he strained to discern every muffled word, fragments of a conversation seeping through the darkness.

"Who... Who's there?" he whispered, his voice barely audible in the oppressive stillness.

The footsteeps continued to approach, accompanied by the murmur of a man's voice.

"Careful now, we don't want to alert anyone. We have a valuable offering, and the ceremony is just around the corner."

Another man's voice chimed in, their words sending a shiver down Lucias's spine.

"Our god will surely be pleased with the offering. This child is a rare breed indeed."

Lucias's heart raced in his chest, a mixture of alertness and curiousity gripping his mind.

"An offering? A ceremony? Me?" a whirlwind of thoughts swirled through his mind, fueled by a potent blend of anticipation and apprehension.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as the footsteps drew nearer, their rhythm growing more distinct with each passing moment. The sound reverberated through the confined space, resonating with a strange amalgamation of trepidation and curiosity.

In a sudden shift, the piercing sound of creaking hinges echoed through the stagnant air, followed by a rush of warm light that sliced through the suffocating darkness. The door swung open, revealing a small room bathed in the flickering glow of oil lamps. It was as if a veil had been lifted, unveiling the scene before Lucias's weary eyes.

His gaze locked onto the faces of the men who had entered. One of them wore a sneer, his expression dripping with derision.

"Look at this sorry sight," the man taunted, his voice laced with contempt.

The other men joined in, his laughter a twisted melody that hung in the air.

"A valuable offering, they say? Ha! More like a pathetic excuse for entertainment." He drew closer, his eyes scanning Lucias's weakened body.

"For an offering, this child certaintly has a delicate physique. Perhaps this time the ceremony will proceed without a hitch. Our god may find your suffering amusing."

The man's laughter resonated through the room, a cruel symphony that pierced Lucias's spirit. With what little strength he could muster, Lucias observed the two men, his eyes taking in their feature and committing them to memory.

Lucias's weary eyes carefully scanned the faces before him, etching their features into his memory.

The men, both in their thirties, bore the distinct marks of European lineage. Their sharp features and callous expressions revealed a sense of indifference and entitlement that seemed ingrained in their beings.

The first man stood tall and wiry, exuding a cold demeanor. His eyes, like shards of ice, pierced through the dimly lit room, reflecting a lifetime of sin and wickedness. Long, unkempt hair framed his hardened face, and he wore a faded cloak that hung loosely around his shoulders.

In contrast, the second man was shorter but possessed a brawny build that emanated a silent menace. His weathered face bore a twisted grin, hinting at a cruel delight in the suffering of others. He wore a patched leather vest, each patch telling a story of lives taken. Strapped to his side was a sword, its hilt adorned with ornate carvings that spoke of a twisted fascination with pain and suffering.

Lucias's acute observation led him to assess their strength, estimating it to be around three times that of an average adult male. There was an unseen power he sensed in their presence, reflected in the rhythm of their breathing. It triggered a distant familiarity within him, an echo of something he couldn't quite recall.

Lucias's weary eyes remained fixated on the swords, recognizing them not only as symbol of the men's authority and curelty but also as potential tools for his liberation.

Within the gleaming steel, he saw an opportunity-a means to sever the chains that bound him, both literally and figuratively.

"If I could acquire those swords," Lucias contemplated, "my chance of escape would greatly increase."

As Lucias assessed the situation, his mind raced with the need to devise a plan. He knew that direct confrontation would only lead to his demise.

Aware of the dire consequences of a direct confrontation, Lucias understood that he had to rely on his waning strength and cunning intellect to outwit his captors. With a calculating gaze, he carefully observed the men, searching for any signs of vulnerability or distraction that he could exploit. A glimmer of hope ignited within him as he noticed the first man's penchant for theatrics and the second man's impatience.

Seizing the opportunity, Lucias feigned exhaustion, allowing weariness to etch his features and slump his shoulders. With his last ounce of strength, he spoke, deliberately infusing his voice with fragility.

"Tell me, sirs." Lucias began, a sly grin playing on his lips, "have you ever heard of a secret ceremony?"

Inside his mind, Lucias admitted to himself that he had no concrete knowledge of such a ceremony. It was merely a random thought, a bluff intended to sow doubt.

The first man's eyes narrowed suspiciosly, sensing there might be more to Lucias's words. "What are you implying, boy?"

Lucias tilted his head, maintaining his facade, and spoke with honeyed words that dripped with calculated persuasion.

"Oh, nothing significant, really," Lucias replied. "It's just a practice from where I come from. The gods seem to favor offerings that are carefully prepared by the ones making the offering themselves. They might respond more favorably if you were to perform this secret ceremony."

Inside, Lucias added a silent thought, acknowledging that his words were a bluff without any proof.

The second men scoffed, his grip on his sword tightening. "You think you can turn us against each other? We're not fools." The two men exchanged wary glances, the seeds of doubt beginning to take hold in their minds.

In a world where the reign of gods holds sway and the pursuit of hidden knowledge and divine favor is of paramount importance, mortal beings yearn for enlightenment and blessing beyond measure. However, within this world, a sense of wariness and caution takes hold as individuals become aware of potential deceit and manipulation that can arise.

The grip on their weapons tightens, revealing the undercurrent of distrust that flows between them. The two men, now on guard, exchange glances laden with suspicion. Lucias, wearing a sly smile, understands the delicate balance he must navigate to exploit this atmosphere.

With each passing moment, Lucias skillfully sows more seeds of deception, his words dripping with honeyed flavor and his manner of speaking highly persuasive. It is akin to nourishing newly planted seeds with water, allowing them to take root and grow. The first man, consumed by skepticism, lashes out with a venomous voice, attempting to dismiss Lucias's words as mere mind games.

"Enough of your mind games, boy. We didn't come here to entertain your nonsense. We have come to take you on behalf of the order."

Undeterred, Lucias shrugs nonchalantly, fully aware of the challenge that lies before him. He recognize that these individuals are not easily fooled, and that a more drastic approach may be required. With a hint of madness in his eyes, Lucias contemplates unleashing a flood of lunacy, realizing that in this desperate situation, there is seemingly nothing to lose.

Fueled by his intuition and unwavering determination, Lucias embraces his final act. Blood trickles from the corners of his lips, purposefully staining the floor. With each crimson drop, his fingers move in a deliberate and calculated manner.

"What... What are you doing?" the man stammers, his words stumbling out in disbelief, unable to comprehend what Lucias is doing. His question hangs in the air, a reflection of the confusion that has taken hold.

Undeterred, Lucias grin with an air of defiance. He understand the risks involved, fully aware that this may be his last resort. Death looms as a posible outcome, but he is willing to embrace it if it means challenging the notion of gods and the power they hold.

With confidence, Lucias declares, "The play has just begun. If it fails, I am willing to become an offering for your god," His words resonate with a mixture of determination and doubt, expressing his skepticism towards the existence of divine intervention.

The men, captivated by the unfolding spectacle, temporarily forget their assigned task. Curiosity fills their eyes as they observe with caution, drawn in by the enigmatic actions of the boy before them.

Stroke by deliberate stroke, the symbol Lucias draws begins to take shape. A crescent emerges, its curves capturing the essence of its mystical symbolism. In Lucias's world, the crescent symbol holds significance in certain ritual ceremonies, believed to offer protection and guidance. Through this act, he seeks to tap into the power of ancient belief, interwining it with his own calculated deception.

And so, the final act commences- the act of invocation. Lucias allows his mind to wander, tapping into his vast reserves of information and imagination. He weaves a prayer that merges the realms of reality and fabrication, calling upon an ancient and mighty god.

"O mighty god of ancient might, accept this offering in sacred rite. From realms unseen, we bring this gift, a sacrifice to uplift and uplift."

The words flow from Lucias's lips, each syllable carrying a weight that resonates with the invisible forces around them. The men stand baffled, unable to comprehend the nature of the chant, as if a veil prevents them from fully hearing and understanding.

The atmosphere grows heavy, suffused with an invisible power that responds to Lucias's invocation. His voice carries the weight of faith and belief as he recites the final piece of the prayer, his words infused with conviction.

"O ancient one, hear our call, as we surrender, standing tall. Grant us strength and wisdom true, in your presence, our faith renew."

With the completion of the prayer, a sudden gust of wind erupts from the symbols Lucias has drawn. It swirls around him, forming a cyclone of mystic energy. Reality itself quivers, and Lucias feels an otherworldly presence seeking entry into his being.

Transfixed, Lucias watches as the energies dance before him, a manifestation of his creation. He is filled with awe and disbelief, his voice barely a whisper as he utters his realization.

"I... I can't believe it. The ceremony... it actually worked!"

The men, frozen in astonishment, watch as the display of power unfolds before their eyes. Doubt and fear grip the tall man, his voice trembling with anxiety as he tries to make sense of the impossible.

"This... This can't be real. It's impossible!" he exclaims, his understanding of the gods shattered by the extraordinary events unfolding before him. According to his belief, the gods only responded to the chosen ones, those on the level of apostles or saints.

Harnessing the raw energy within him, Lucias becomes an unstoppable force, unleashing a tempest of power upon his adversaries. His eyes blaze with a red, otherworldy intensity, reflecting the determination that has been forged within him during his captivity.

In a seamless motion, Lucias taps into the essence of his newfound abilities. The air crackles with energy as he raises his hand, his fingers acting as conduit for the raw power coursing through him. The atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation, a palpable sense of impending power.

The men, their faces contorted with disbelief and mounting fear, find themselves paralyzed by the realization that they have gravely underestimated Lucias's potential. In a desperate attempt to defend themselves, they swing their swords towards him, their action driven by panic rather than strategic thinking.

Time seems to slow as Lucias channels the energy within him. With a might roar, he unleashes a torrent of ethereal power, manifesting as a storm of lightning that crackles and arcs aroung him. The chamber is bathed in blinding display of raw power, illuminating the darkness that had once confined him.

But even as Lucias taps into this immense power, he senses a foreigness, an overwhelming surge of energy that threatens to overwhelm his physical form. He is acutely aware of the untamed force he commands.

With a resounding force, a wave of energy erupts from Lucias's outstreched hand, engulfing the room in a devastating blast. A powerful gust of wind accompanies the surge, propelling the men backward with great force. They collide with the stone walls, their bodies crumpling against the impact. The chamber reverberates with their cries of pain and shattering of their weapons and defense.

In the aftermath, the fallen men lie motionless, reduced to lifeless husks. Lucias stands amidst the destruction, his body trembling from the exertion of his newfound power. The room bears witness to his triumph, a testament to the indomitable spirit that has propelled him forward.

Lucias's eyes linger on the lifeless bodies before him, the remnants of his adversaries sprawled upon the stained stone floor. Blood seeps from their wounds, pooling beneath them as a testament to the violance that has consumed them. The shredded remnants of their clothing cling to their lifeless form, stark reminder of the merciless onslaught they had faced.

A wry smile curled at the corner of Lucias's lips, revealing something sinister that had been awakened within him. It was not a smile of joy or sadistic pleasure, but rather a twisted semblance of amusement and understanding.

"Ha... This feels amazing!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a mix of exhilaration and liberration. He revels in the newfound freedom, the release from physical constraints that had held him captive for far too long. The weight that once burdened him, both literally and metaphorically, seems to dissipate, replaced by a surge of energy that courses through his veins.

"Ughh... my head," Lucias is struck by a sudden headache, a sharp pang in his mind that lingers. It is as if something has been lost within him, a missing piece that he cannot quite grasp. A momentary unease washes over him, a hint of uncertainty in the wake of his transformation.

As he stands amidst the aftermath of his triumph, Lucias contemplates the path that lies ahead. The chains that bound him physically may have been shattered, but he is acutely aware that there are other chains, intangible and unseen, that may still hold sway over his destiny. With his newfound power and the lingering sense of loss, he must navigate the treacherous path that unfolds before him, seeking both answers and redemption.

With his hunger quelled and his body infused with the mysterious power he had harnessed. Lucias turned his attention to the commotion that his action had surely caused. The echoes of the struggle and the display of supernatural force were likely to have attracted attention from those within the underground depths of chamber. He knew that he had to escape swiftly before more adversaries closed in on his position.

"Before more obstacle appear, I must proceed to escape!"

Cautiously, Lucias walked through the twisted corridors and interconnected passages resembling a web spun by an intricate design. The air grew thick with anticipation, carrying the scent of damp earth. Each step he took seemed to lead him deeper into confusion, the walls closing in around him like a vise.

"This looks more like an-SSS rank prison. With how complex the structure it built, on top of that the only chamber it has is the chamber that used to confined me," he mumble to himself as he walked cautiously.

The flickering oil lamps along the walls provided scant illumination, casting eerie shadows that danced and writhed as Lucias navigated the complex corridor. The echoes of his own footsteps bounced off the stone walls, creating an eerie symphony that served as a constant reminder of his precarious situation.

The air grew colder as he ventured further, a chilling reminder of the depths he had descended into. He could feel the weight of the earth above pressing down on him, a constant reminder of the relentless grip of the underground. At each fork and junction, he made split-second decision, trusting his gut instinct to guide him towards the path of escape. The walls seemed to shift and morph, playing tricks on his senses, but Lucias remained steadfast, his eyes keenly scanning for any signs or symbols that might lead him closer to the surface.

"Heh.. who ever the person designed this maze like prison, must be hire to detain the corrupt public servant," he praised the architect of this maze.

Time lost its meaning in the twisting labyrinth. Minutes strectched into hours, yet Lucias pressed on, driven by an indomitable spirit and a burning desire for freedom. His body ached, protesting the physical toll of the arduous journey, but he pushed through the pain, fueled by an unwavering determination.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a faint glimmer of light pierced the shadows, signaling the proximity of his escape. With renewed vigor, Lucias quickened his pace, his heart pounding with mix of anticipation and trepidation. The corridor widened, and stifling air began to thin, as if granting him respite from suffocating underground.

As Lucias emerged into the open, his eyes squinted against the sudden brightness. Bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, twin crimson moons appeared in the sky, casting an ethereal light upon the world around him. The beauty of this unfamiliar scenery captived him, and he couldn't help but be in awe of the mystical atmosphere.

"This is not the earth," he murmur to himself, his voice filled with wonder and curiosity. He raised his right hand, reaching out towards the mesmerizing moons, as if trying to connect with their celestial presence.

As he stood there, a sense of comfort washed over him. The moons seemed to greet his arrival to this new world, their soft light bathing him in a calming embrace. Lucias couldn't help but wonder if this was a sign, a recognition of his existence in this unfamiliar realm.

"I could see my own body clearly now, it's really a child body. Pale skin tone and dark hair color, might be around 12 years old." he gussed based on his judgement.

With each passing moment, Lucias felt an urge growing within him-a thirst for knowledge, a desire to uncover the hidden secrets of this world. He wanted to understand the nature of his newfound power, the god that had responed to his call, and the purpose that had brought him to this place.

Looking at his hand, he marveled at the control he now possessed. With a mere thought, a small cyclone formed in his palm, swirling with raw energy. The power felt exhilarating, but also held an air of uncertaintly. Lucias couldn't help but wonder if there would be any consequences or backlash from utilizing this newfound ability.

"This kind of ability is definitely a high-ranked ability." he stated.

With a smile on his face, he gazed up at the twins moons, their crimson glow illuminating his path. He knew that he had much to learn, much to explore, and he was eager to uncover the truths that lay hidden in this enchanting world.

"I will tread cautiously and seek the answer I seek," he said to himself, his voice filled with determination. With a final look at the moons, Lucias stepped forward into the forest, venturing into the unknown, ready to embrace the challenges and discoveries that awaited him on his journey of self-discovery.

As Lucias disappeared into the forest, his step fading into the distance, he left behind his own path and shape his destiny in this captivating and mysterious world.

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In a grand hall adorned with towering pillars and shrouded in an air of mystery, a figure of exquisite beauty stood in reverent solitude. Enveloped in garments that whispered of divine sanctity, she assumed a posture of prayer, her words flowing with an otherworldly conviction.

The stillness of the hall was shattered as an enigmatic man entered, his presence commanding attention. With locks of midnight blue cascading around his face and piercing emerald eyes that held secrets untold, he was adorned in an iridescent suit of platinum armor. A magnificient sword, its hilt adorned with a sapphire imbued with an ancient power, hung at his side. As he knelt before the woman, his lips tenderly caressed the hem of her ethereal robe, a silent acknowledgment of his purpose.

"I humbly seek your pardon for intruding upon your sacred communion, Your Holiness," his voice resonated with a hint of both reverance and enigma. "The world beyond these hallowed walls is gripped by chaos, driven to madness by the crimson moons haunting radiance."

The saint paused her prayers, casting her gaze upon the man. Her hands, veiled in purity, were the only exposed part of her being. Approaching him, she gently traced her fingertips along his jawline, her eyes holding a glimmer of both wisdom and a hidden crimson hue.

"It appears even you have felt their touch, Claude," her voice, an enchanting melody woven with a touch of melancholy, filled the cavernous hall.

"The prophetic words of our god have come to pass. The veiled ones, the ethereal beings, have breached the sacred realm," she continued, her voice carrying an air of both reverance and foreboding.

Retreating to her place of prayer, the saint resumed her devotion.

"Our duties lies in safeguarding Her sanctum, in preserving the balance as ordained by Her divine will. The presence of the crimson moons is an omen, a harbinger of profound changes to come."

The man listened intently, his form still bent in submission before her.

"Once again, the world shall undergo a new era. As a servant of Her Eternal Light, guided by Her unfathomable will, we shall claim dominion," the saint's words carried an undercurrent of mystery, as if unveiling a path laden with hidden truths.

The man rose from his kneeling position, a gesture of loyalty and respect, his voice a soft murmur of devotion.

"Praise the Goddess, may Her enigmatic blessing illuminate our way."

With a final bow, the man departed, leaving the saint to her sacred communion amidst the profound silence of the hall, where the whispers of ancient secrets lingered, waiting to be unveiled.

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Author's note : Hello, my dear readers. If you read this note, I want to say thank you so much. You did well on this early journey with our Lucias. I hope you really enjoy the ride with me. As a bonus, I will add some trivia and some hint for the next chapter :)

Trivia :

1. Lucias named is choosed because its carries a sense of elegance and sophistification. It evokes a feeling of mystery and intrigue. The name also could suggest a character with a charismatic and enigmatic personality, someone who is shrouded in secrets and possess an air of authority or power.

2. Lucias Basic Information :

[Name] : Lucias

[Age] : Chronologically older, but currently inhabiting a child's body around 12-15 years old

[Physical Appearance] : Youth in age, bore the delicate features of innocence and wisdom intertwined. His skin is pale and radiant, held a subtle luminescene. Framing his face were locks of obsidian-black hair, cascading in untamed waves that hinted at a rebellious spirit. His eyes ruby like color, the same as crimson moons.

[Background] :

(1).Origin : Earthling

(2).Transmigration : Due to the uniqueness of his passive ability

(3).Previous Abilities : Illusionary Distortion(S+), Presence of Concealment(S), Eyes of Destiny(D), Overseer of the Unseen(EX)passive

[Personality Traits] : Intelligence, Determination, Calculating, Ambition, Manipulative

[Strength] : Strategic Planning, Adaptability, Knowledge

[Weakness] : Emotional Detachment, Hubris, Lack of Emphaty

[Goals] : ??????, Ascension

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Next chapter title, Unveiled Encounter: The Enigmatic Twins of Alpen.