Foreign Space

"Has the last few days been uneventful? I always hear strange movements at night."

"No, I don't think so, did you have a nightmare?"

The next day, coming out of the church, Eleazar heard two passersby talking.

The world is never short of people who find the truth, and there will always be some lucky ones who can resist the effects of transcendental spells and catch a glimpse of the truth from a sudden awakening slumber.

The passerby said in confusion, "I think I saw someone flying in the sky, and she had a white light coming out of her, just like an angel..."

"And the night before last, I saw a fire burning at the intersection, but not a single person came out on the street, it was so frighteningly quiet..."

The friend beside him immediately advised, "You're sleepwalking, don't you want to see a psychiatrist, many psychological clinics are doing free events these days."

"Really? I need to check it out then, I always feel like I see weird things."

Eleazar took a deep look at the man's back.

People who are naturally inspired to excel...

These types of people can easily detect traces of the transcendent that are undetectable to normal people, can activate most of the occult rituals that are just a game to many, and have a high probability of becoming transcendent once they have gone through those few life and death tests.

In the Transcendent Era, these types of people were legendary geniuses.

That's the kind of genius that can't be good in this day and age.

Eleazar muses as he arrives at the school of a hundred flowers.

Spring has arrived...

Somewhat lost in thought, he sat in the last row of the classroom, his chin propped up.

People who are highly inspired are easily attracted to the transcendent, and it is a normal symptom for them to be in a trance all day long.

So Eleazar went off in peace.

That collected dragon's tooth dagger, with all that extra processing removed from it, I wonder if it could still be used as the main ingredient for the next magic potion.

Most of the legendary magic potions of the cold system had to be taken in the winter season, and if the promotion conditions were a bit more harsh, one might have to go to the land of extreme cold.

Spring, summer, fall, winter, if he couldn't finish digesting this potion this year, it would be another year's turn for the next one.

And there's still a lot of material left to come together...

Finishing the lesson peacefully, he walked out of the murmuring classroom.

"Hey guys, you know, I saw some weird lights last night..."

...

"Green Vine Manor is most likely an alien space..."

"With Faceless Man outbreaks all over the country and no convergence in the paths of those contaminants, after our tests, we can conclude that that place is not in the middle of reality..."

With that, Qishi pulled out several invitations.

"We found this in all of the victims' homes, and upon investigation, we found that the one thing they all had in common was that they had all gone through very failed lives, family marriages, business ventures, dashed dreams, or maybe a mass betrayal, just one of those major blows where you don't want to live for a moment."

In the room, the four listened quietly to the Holy Virgin's arrangements.

"Arbiter Lister, Sacred Lance Garn, WitcherEleazar, Knight Fintan, the four of you take an invitation each, and all of you go your way to figure out how to activate the tickets to travel to that Otherworldly place, there are already two Divine Punishers waiting for you to rendezvous inside."

"Time limit, this afternoon..."

...

Outside the hallway, the four men looked at each other silently.

"What's it going to take to activate it..." The knight scratched his head.

Lister said in a deep voice, "According to what Your Highness just said, it's just for us to go through a very painful blow, so that's probably all we need to do..."

"So do you have a clue?" Garn, who knew him well, asked.

"Well, here's an idea, I'll give it a try..."

With that, he stepped outside to the street.

A few people were a little curious about what he was doing, so they followed him.

On the side of the road where people come and go, arbitrators line up in front of a phone booth.

It didn't take long before it was the turn of the man with a mature and steady temperament.

He was seen taking out a charm, opening the lid, and looking at the tiny picture inside, his expression filled with softness at that moment before he dropped another coin and picked up the phone.

The tightly closed phone booth was so tight that the trio of Transcendents could easily overhear the conversation inside.

"Lily, I still can't get over you, can you give me a chance to start over?"

"Lee, I'm married, don't come back to me..."

"Duh-duh-duh..."

"So it's been that long..."

The Arbiter looked lost and smiled, and the unsteady phone suddenly fell, dangling by wires and rocking back and forth.

Looking at the slowly disappearing figure, the few people outside were dumbstruck.

Sacred Gun slowly turned back, "He's gone in, now it's just us..."

"Hey, are you guys going to use the phone or not."

Someone in the back poked his head out, realized that no one was even using the phone in the phone booth, and hurriedly urged the three people in front of him.

Saint Guns asked again, "Are you guys going to call First Love?"

Eleazar and Fintan shake their heads.

They then moved out of the way and stepped aside. "Well, I seem to have a bit of a head start, so I'll go ahead and meet you at the manor later."

The upright figure with the silver jacket also left first.

The last two left are Witcher and Knight.

Fintan grimaced bitterly, "What then, I haven't a clue!"

"That's because you don't know yourself well enough."

Eleazar moved forward, "Here, let me help you."

"What do you... What do you want!?"

The blindfolded knight's tone was full of bewilderment.

"Shhh, don't make a sound!"

The knight, who had his five senses sealed, stumbled a bit, not knowing where he was being taken, and eventually even his clothes were stripped off, only vaguely feeling as if there was moisture enveloping his skin.

"Well?"

With that question of doubt, a force came from his back and he was pushed heavily into the hot water.

In the bathhouse, the women stared blankly at the man who had jumped in from nowhere.

Fintan quickly stood up and wiped his face, glancing around before heading for the door with a calm and collected demeanor.

"Sorry, I'm in the wrong place."

"Aaaah!!!"

He replied calmly to the screaming women around him, having already cursed Witcher's ancestors in his mind.

Fintan walks quickly to the only exit, the locker room.

Inside there happened to be a couple more girls changing their clothes.

"Ah!!!"

A few more screams rang out.

"Sorry, I was passing by." The knight covered his face and fled.

A girl cowering behind a locker suddenly narrowed her eyes.

"You . . senior Fintan?"

"Mira, he... Who is it?"

"A third-year senior in law school."

The recognized knight's heart shook violently.

"No... No, you've got the wrong guy!"

The girls skimmed their heads, their eyes filled with disgust.

"I didn't realize Senpai was such a person, it's disgusting!"

Fintan stiffened his body at once.

He overestimated his state of mind and underestimated what would happen if he was recognized by someone familiar, at that moment, he completely understood that he had already lost his reputation, the image he had been erecting, his personality, his pride, it was as if there was a black hole in his body, all of it was bursting and collapsing.

His figure slowly disappeared...

In the middle of the day, the girls, who had realized that there was no longer any movement, poked their heads out.

"Gee, what a run!"