409 Fire Execution


    I Know Someone said calmly, “Mad Lady is probably a Traveler. I have no idea where she lives…


    “Loki is a Sequence 5 Maritist of the Seer pathway, but I suspect he wields more power from Celestial Worthy than us. He can ess resources unknown to us. He even owns a mysterious ancient castle, Dn, hidden somewhere…


    “Bard is a Sequence 6 Prometheus of the Marauder pathway. Of course, I’m unsure of his current situation. We haven’t seen each other in reality for a long time… He did write Emperor Roselle’s Secret Chronicles and published it under someone else’s name…


    “I’m not familiar with Hisoka. He hasn’t attended any real-life gatherings in the Northern Continent. In my opinion, he’s very dangerous, second only to Loki. He’s simr to Mad Lady…


    “If I hadn’t gone crazy for a while, I would be a Sequence 5 by now…”


    Castle Dn… Lumian recalled Madame H’s description of Loki’s dream and suspected that the mysterious ancient castle hidden somewhere was where Loki had been resurrected.


    He hadn’t expected Bard to be a Beyonder of the Marauder pathway. He believed that the nickname originated from the Ocean Songster of the Sailor pathway or the Midnight Poet of the Evernight pathway, but on second thought, it made sense. In rural stories, bards often moonlighted as thieves.


    This also confirmed the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings’s influence on the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathways. Half of the six core members belonged to these three pathways.


    After I Know Someone finished speaking, Franca asked with concern, “Who else in the Research Society is involved with this?”


    I Know Someone couldn’t resist keeping it a secret. He replied calmly, “I know Pettigrew is one…”


    “Pettigrew?” Franca blurted out in surprise. “I thought he was making fun of his height with that nickname, but it turns out he’s mocking his identity?”


    I Know Someone nodded gently.


    “Before finding the organization and joining the Research Society, he already knew Loki. As you all know, Loki can use the Celestial Worthy’s power to sense transmigrators within a certain range, and Pettigrew is also in the Trier Greater Region.


    “He first became Loki’s subordinate before joining the Research Society. He was assigned to another team. He actually nicknamed himself Pettigrew because he wanted to y a prank and reveal the truth. He mocked and fooled all the Research Society members whocked insight, but in reality, I knew he was hesitating, feeling guilty, and struggling. He hoped to use this method to warn the other Research Society members that there was something wrong with him.


    “My n was to find an opportunity to tell him that Muggle, who never discriminated against his height and was gentle and amiable to him, was harmed by us. He could be considered an indirect helper. When the timees, his devastation and pained expression would have been very interesting.”


    “Dammit!” Franca cursed.


    Although I Know Someone had been lobotomized and he had be very calm, his tone no longer mocking, his straightforward thoughts were still filled with vileness, making Franca unable to control her emotions.


    “What else?” Lumian asked on her behalf.


    I Know Someone recited five more aliases in a row before concluding, “These are the few I know. As for the ones Loki and the others secretly developed or didn’t tell me, I’m not sure.”


    “There’s quite a few…” Franca was filled with hatred and frustration.


    Franca exhaled and muttered, “Your sister’s adaptation of famous quotes is ridiculous…”


    “Did you spread news of the impending apocalypse because you believed in the Celestial Worthy and rushed to pursue joy, allowing you tomit all sorts of evil deeds without feeling guilty? Or did you be desperate and believe in the Celestial Worthy because you were certain that the apocalypse was about to arrive and humans couldn’t resist?”


    I Know Someone replied,”Both. Some tried to replicate their pre-transmigration actions and immediately gained the Celestial Worthy’s attention, while others faced catastrophes and learned about the apocalypse. They only believed in the Celestial Worthy after their mental breakdown.”


    At this point, I Know Someone’s empty eye sockets turned to Franca, who had just asked the question.


    “Later, the Celestial Worthy even gave us some revtions, allowing us to guess a portion of the truth, including…”


    For some inexplicable reason, Lumian suddenly felt a strong sense of danger and interrupted I Know Someone’s statement.


    “You don’t have to continue!”


    I Know Someone immediately closed his mouth.


    “Why can’t he say it?” Franca eagerly awaited the answer, but there was no response.


    Lumian recalled concepts like the “barrier” rted to the apocalypse and said seriously, “It’s not suitable for you to know the truth about the apocalypse yet. That knowledge might cause you to lose control or be fatally corrupted on the spot. You can inquire about it when you be a demigod.”


    “Alright.” Franca nced at Lumian and muttered, “Why do you act like you know the truth…”


    Why can he do it, but I can’t?


    “I only know a little,” Lumian replied candidly. “And that knowledge brought me danger. It’s all thanks to Mr. Fool’s seal.”


    As the effects of the truth serum wore off, I Know Someone returned to his usual unchanging calm. Even his willingness to answer questions had vanished.


    Franca gazed at the lobotomized Psychiatrist for a few seconds before sighing.


    “Sometimes, we’re still too naive. We might even think of ourselves as the protagonist.”


    Lumian knew that “we” referred to the members of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society.


    Franca averted her gaze and turned to Lumian.


    “While the sheep was undergoing the operation, I searched both I Know Someone’s and his substitute’s wards. I found some papers at thetter’s ce. I didn’t read the content carefully, but it felt a little esoteric.”


    As she spoke, she rose and returned to her room, retrieving a thin stack of papers.


    Lumian flipped through them and frowned.


    “Midoro’s Worship…”


    “What’s this?” Franca hadn’t heard the first half of the interrogation.


    Lumian exined briefly and concluded, “This should be a spell that allows one to traverse the Formless Door and closely align with an evil god, gaining knowledge and experience. Even ordinary people should be able to learn it after receiving proper guidance.”


    Lumian put away the secret deed spell, Midoro’s Worship. Although he didn’t know how to use it, nor did he need to, he could still grasp the corresponding knowledge. This would help him deal with the heretics who relied on Midoro’s Worship to obtain knowledge and strength.


    He then said to Franca, “Ry this information to Madame H. I’ll handle I Know Someone.”


    “Alright.” Franca nodded gently and watched as Lumian put on the Lie earring and walked to the armchair. He grabbed the calm man’s shoulder and instantly vanished.


    …


    Prison district, Rois Comprehensive Execution Ground.


    It was not yet 7 a.m., and there was no one here. It was wet, as if isted from the world.


    Lumian emerged from the void with I Know Someone and tied the April Fool’s core member to the stake.


    Then, he retreated a long distance, crouched down, and pressed his hands to the ground.


    Two crimson tongues of fire swiftly darted towards I Know Someone’s body along the weed-covered ground.


    They grewrger andrger until they transformed into a giant serpent, engulfing I Know Someonepletely.


    Lumian stood up and used his feet to maintain the flow of mes. He silently watched as the calm Psychiatrist revealed grayish-white Dragon Scales under the stress.


    His body subconsciously struggled, but it wasn’t as intense. His various Beyonder powers scattered in all directions, but they failed to affect Lumian who stood beyond their range.


    Lumian condensed a dangerous ming spear and hurled it, piercing and burning a hole around I Know Someone’s chest and abdomen.


    The crimson mes that hadn’t incinerated the Dragon Scales elsewhere surged into I Know Someone’s body.


    As Lumian watched the April Fool’s core member truly begin to burn, his body instinctively emitting pained cries, his thoughts raced. He quickly recalled the battlest night and today’s interrogation.


    He had learned a lot from this, but he couldn’t quite grasp the acting principle.


    mes aren’t just lethal; they can also be used as deterrence, intimidation, and a signal…


    It is necessary for Pyromaniacs tobine their mes with traps…


    …


    As the raging mes engulfed I Know Someone, Lumian felt as if a fire was burning in his heart.


    It was anger, satisfaction, and catharsis.


    At that moment, Lumian’s Pyromaniac potion digested a little more, just as it had after the battle the previous night.


    After an unknown period of time, in the uninhabited execution ground, I Know Someone ceased his struggles and lost his breath. His body was charred as it cracked apart.