Chapter 153: Divine Revelation, Seeking the Followers of the Stars  

Chapter 153: Divine Revelation, Seeking the Followers of the Stars   

Nighttime.

Hastur lay in bed, entering the Hall of Stars.

He peeked into the future prospects of some projects and industries he had been favoring recently.

As fragments of fate appeared, Hastur had a rough idea of which direction to invest in.

After ending his peek, his gaze continued to sweep towards the stars where the high-dimensional overseers resided.

At this moment, one was staying in a stone house by the sea, flipping through a book whose name was unclear, likely a scripture used by Adam for preaching.

The high-dimensional overseer read with earnestness, even pausing occasionally to ponder before continuing to peruse the book.

This scene was truly like that of a student thirsty for knowledge.

"What exactly is the existence of a high-dimensional overseer?" Hastur's eyes filled with puzzlement.

He had been observing the high-dimensional overseer for some time, and in the vision, the overseer really seemed like an ordinary person.

He appeared to dislike slaughter, rarely causing chaos wherever he went, nor would he use his power to arbitrarily interfere with the lives of normal people. He was more like a witness walking among humanity, an observer.

Hastur watched him for a while longer, and seeing no abnormalities, he then turned to look at the stars where the true Creator and Adam were.

Adam was inside a church, praying in front of a deity like an ordinary priest.

After a few glances, Hastur withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, and looked at the place where the true Creator resided.

Beneath the veil of shadows, a figure hung upside down on a cross, its face still unclear, everything shrouded in shadow.

But this time, next to the cross, sitting on a rock was a tall, thin figure, dressed in a simple and plain linen robe, with gentle features and an expression of tender indifference. Silver hair fell straight to the waist, and behind were layers upon layers of radiant feathery wings.

The figure was the spitting image of an angel from myths, and indeed, it was an angel.

A true King of Angels, the Destiny Angel Ouroboros.

"Tsk, in terms of appearance, even if Will Auceptin Auceptin were to be reborn a hundred times, I doubt he could ever look like this," Hastur mused, taking an extra moment to observe Ouroboros.

At that moment, eyes hidden behind the shadowy veil slowly turned towards Hastur's direction.

With a smile, Hastur withdrew his gaze, not continuing to pry.

He then, as usual, glanced at the stars where the Superstar Overlord, the mother tree of desire, and the Lamp god resided, noting no unusual behaviors.

Then he logged off, leaving the Hall of Stars to rest.

…

Late at night.

In the eastern district of Beckland.

In a basement resembling a temple, Mr. A, wearing a hooded black robe, knelt quietly in front of the inverted giant deity statue, motionless for a long time.

Suddenly, he cocked his ear as if listening intently to something.

After a few seconds of pause, Mr. A abruptly raised both hands, extended his left palm, and tore off his right index finger, then tossed the bloody digit into his mouth, making a crisp crunching sound.

Gulp.

Mr. A's throat moved, swallowing the chewed-up fingertip.

Immediately after, his body, manipulated by an invisible force, began to shake, like a patient having an epileptic seizure.

In this state, he dipped his finger in the blood flowing down and wrote words on the ground.

Soon, the scattered words formed a sentence.

"Seek the followers of the stars."

As the divine revelation ended, Mr. A stopped trembling, and his right hand's wound wriggled a few times, regrowing a new index finger.

He bowed his head, carefully examining the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly in the shadows, then he prostrated on the ground, uttering a prayer of utmost devotion.

"I only obey your oracle!"

His existence was solely to serve God; he existed because God needed him.

…

The next day, just after seven in the evening, Beckland's secret gathering was held once again.

The mysterious Mr. A sat at the head, his unguarded gaze sweeping over all the extraordinary attendees of the night.

He didn't have someone announce tasks on the blackboard but spoke directly: "I have a most generous task. If you provide information or intelligence, you can exchange it for any extraordinary material below Sequence 7."

This task immediately captured the attention of all the extraordinaries.

Most of them were of Sequence 9 and Sequence 8; such a task was akin to giving them hope for advancement.

Even if they didn't need it for themselves, they could exchange it for a Sequence 7 extraordinary material to sell for money.

Hugh was among them, stuck at Sequence 9 because she had been unable to find one particular extraordinary material.

Otherwise, she could have advanced to Sequence 8 long ago.

Upon hearing this task, she immediately became interested.

After all, Mr. A was known for his credibility in their extraordinary circle; there would be no deceit.

"Seek the apostles of the stars."

Mr. A slowly announced his task, his gaze continuously sweeping over everyone's eyes.

Unfortunately, aside from seeing astonishment and greed, he made no other discoveries.

None of the attendees of tonight's extraordinary gathering were followers of the stars.

He looked around at everyone and then said in a deep voice: "If you can find a true follower of the stars, you can also get a formula for any potion below Sequence 6."

Mr. A's bombshell announcement caused a complete uproar among all present.

A Sequence 6 potion formula could be worth over 2000 pounds!

Whether for personal use or to sell, it was a fortune!

Thump! Thump! Thump!   The sound of hearts beating furiously.

Hugh felt her own heart pounding more intensely, a reward of at least 2000 pounds was the largest she had ever seen for a task, even the famously generous Miss Audrey might find it hard to offer such a rich reward!

After the excitement, she quickly came back to reality.

Although she didn't know what a follower of the stars was, a task that Mr. A would offer a high bounty for was definitely not simple.

Perhaps the followers of the stars were all extremely vicious and powerful, and someone like her at Sequence 9 might not even count as a small fry in their presence.

The only hope she saw was in providing the relevant information to get an extraordinary material.

After Mr. A finished speaking, he said no more, and the extraordinary gathering continued, but the extraordinaries present had little mind for trading, all thinking about how to find the followers of the stars.

Despite their ignorance of the existence of the stars.

The extraordinary gathering ended, and Hugh returned home full of excitement, eager to share the big task of the night with fors, who had already stopped writing to rest.

At first, fors listened with interest, but when she heard the words "followers of the stars," she tensed up instantly, her heartbeat skipping half a beat.

Her face paled slightly, and she stealthily glanced at Hugh, who was still full of hope and anticipation for finding the followers of the stars, which gave her some relief.

But she was still restless, especially when she heard about the generous bounty offered by Mr. A, her heart was far from calm.

A potion formula worth at least 2000 pounds, she wasn't even worth that much if she sold herself, right?

Fortunately, to keep a secret, Hugh had not seen the note that read "The Returner of the Stars," otherwise she would have guessed fors' identity.

fors thought to herself, her hand trembling slightly as she pulled out a cigarette and held it between her fingers. Before she could light it, she was startled by Hugh's words, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

"How nice it would be if you were a follower of the stars, fors, I could sell you for a good price."

"What's wrong? Why did your cigarette fall?"

Hugh's gaze came over, examining fors for a while before saying, "It's not some aftereffect of your last illness, is it?"

fors' mouth twitched a few times, suppressing the nervousness in her heart. She bent down to pick up the cigarette from the ground, forcing a smile on her face, "I wish I were a follower of the stars, but unfortunately, I'm not that valuable."

"Ah, don't be so disheartened. In my eyes, you're worth much more than that."

Hugh said, wrapping an arm around fors' shoulder, then sighed, "I guess I won't be able to complete this task. I don't even know what characteristics a follower of the stars has. Is this some new cult?"

fors glanced at Hugh out of the corner of her eye, thinking to herself, "The stars, hanging high in the night sky, all the myriad stars are His embellishments. How can any cult compare?"

"fors, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing much, I'm just as curious about the followers of the stars."

"You seem a bit off tonight."

"Maybe I'm still not feeling well."

"I see. Well, I won't disturb your rest then. If you need anything, just call me."

After Hugh left, fors closed the door, took a match from the matchbox on the table, and struck it alight.

She lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a ring of smoke. After a few more puffs, her nerves began to settle.

Her chaotic thoughts gradually returned to order.

When the cigarette was finished, she had made up her mind.

No matter what Mr. A's intentions were, she needed to inform the Sovereign of the Stars about this matter.

"Better wait for now, to avoid drawing Hugh's attention. Once she's asleep, I'll pray to the stars."

fors extinguished the cigarette butt, leaned back on the pillow at the edge of the bed, and lit another cigarette.

She couldn't help it; she was troubled.

(End of Chapter)