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"Yeah, it's Abe, right?" Cyanotype grinned. "I talked to him from time to time when you were near Foel."

"I could notice that." MF took a bite of her biscuits. "The existence of Abe meant that there was a sophisticated hierarchy and civilization, beyond the monstrous dark rift that spewed a countless amount of abomination to our World.

"I haven't tried to delve into the world of the unknown myself. But do know, that there were already numerous raids from Neamh into the great darkness in the past. In fact, I was there at the time of the reconnaissance and we mortals uncovered a couple of important things about the Void.

"Firstly, it was absolutely more massive than our conceivable universe. Second, the 'void' is contagious to those who didn't prepare anything to deter it. Foel and I were already a partial Calamity at this point, and we believe that there was something behind these tiny black corrosive mutagens.

"Just like the limited knowledge we knew about the Void, the more we realized that with every discovery being unveiled, the more we discovered that we barely knew anything.

"There could be an ancient evil more notoriously powerful than the gods or even the infinity serpent, yet we won't know but if we looked at the nurtured theorem, the possibility of such absurd things to exist is close to absolute."

"Then how about if we began our own exploration into the Void?" Cyanotype leaned forward as she prodded MF's cheek with her forefinger. "My new branch power does apply to the boogeys I made. Maybe if we could just pursue quality over quantity, we might be able to create a puppet that is able to survive and explore the great Void for us."

"That's actually a good idea." MF smiled in appreciation. "Do start the research if there isn't anything in your hand."

"Tarara~" Cyanotype wafted around, dancing as in an expression that shows her contentment after hearing her ideas be accepted. "Oh yeah, Meshia, how is the process of the 'System' you're trying to make?"

MF took a sip on her tea as she switched the documents to be read. "It's still in the schematic theorem phase. I still need to see if our ideal composition of capability is actually possible to perform as we need more data about these digital entities before creating one of the similar that couldn't be hijacked by them. Not to mention, we need more divinity." She then took a sip of her tea again.

"Seems like we need to expand your influence as a deity to gather more faith, I say."

"We can. Although, the growth of Domeniul Ceresc will suffice our needed streamline density in a couple of months."

Cyanotype's hand shifted into a dark tendril as it caressed her chin. "At least it didn't take a year."

"As of now, I think we should try to see if we can turn the conflict within Dorian Citadel into our benefits. The inquiry to the one of the Quilled Dragon does give us a clear location of the Rogue Citadel, we might be able to blackmail the association to make our Citadel official to the map. Fufufu."

"What will you do after the Association approves Ouranos Citadel?"

"Ohoho, many things." MF subconsciously put on a devious smirk. "Many, many, fun things." MF then threw away the last documents to the pile. "Thank you for the assistance, Cyanotype, now we know where and when we will move if there won't be something happening to the RC-A."

Within Cyanotype's theories compiled together with the location and movement of the caravan, she had predicted around four Rogue Citadels in total. RC-A being the abbreviation for Rogue Citadel A had been detected within the treacherous wasteland on the southeast at the exact opposite where Faranor Citadel amassed their whole army into.

The rest of the three need a further investigation but one of them being the closest to Ouranos Citadel far to the north in which a variant of deadly tundra biomes could be perceived.

Knowing that it could possibly be one of the Bearing Edge's trading routes, MF deducted that they would be close to the shore in which they would settle their business outside of Tavaroth Continent.

MF was extremely satisfied. This result had been giving her a contentment of victory after the tiring anxiety of maintaining the benevolent status quo of being the Ouroboros of Domeniul Ceresc.

There were more details within the documents that she didn't mention. Some of the variables were precious and could possibly end up being dangerous to Ouranos Citadel. The rest of the precarious details were something along the line about a couple of 'Transmigrators' and 'System Bearer'.

There were 72 total of them combined. MF was afraid that some of them would bearing a dangerous threat to Domeniul Ceresc. Although, within those 72, MF found her dauntless loyal Tatsuneko that was living to her fullest with her own unbelievably strong mindset. Of course, MF was proud of her, not to mention the amount of dense streamline she produced.

Ki described this particular cat dragon lady as extremely too fit for her own background. She still brought the mini shrine with her anywhere on her back, and it seemed like she had garnered a couple of curiosity which ended up in extra followers for the Ouroboros.

Apparently, this Tatsuneko trained like a teenage main protagonist of a story until her abdomen could grind literal meat. The boost of confidence from just being one of the blessed from a deity had significantly changed her whole character for the better.

There might be a day where she would retrieve her curious cat into the sect and increase more powerhouses to the arsenal. After all, it won't be that easy to pursue the path of world domination without any brute power.

'Ah right, I have three more Alraunes who won the cooking competition. I should probably enlist them as a disciple of the sect immediately when the sun arises.'

The festival would still go on for more than a week. MF was incredibly delighted with how her birthday went. All she needed to focus was tracking Foel's Occult Beast and also her current process of awakening.

"I wonder when will this halo stop being a disco ball." MF shriveled her smile as she leaned to the arm rest and tapped on her halo. There was a bright spark for a second, she hoped that it won't affect much of the result.

"Hmmm." Cyanotype approached the disco halo. Her face could be seen really putting on thought of what this awakening was all about. "This might be me but I have a bad feeling."

MF then went onto the sect's library. She could see Yayoga practicing his newly acquired technique that he read within the sect's ground. Tuli and Ki were available there too. The Quilled Dragon had adapted to Lautus Tunguska really fast, he was also on good terms with almost everyone.

"It's good that we brought Foel by that time." MF giggled to herself.

Yayoga came from a rare tribe of Khazenka, an ancient and traditional forest-dwelling race made out of lizards with tough scales and tall stature. They weren't included as one of the major races because their numbers were still unknown. They tend to be concealing themselves from a civilization most of the time but this doesn't mean that their technology was any lesser.

Equipping themselves with gigantic bows and axes, they were the prime example of a knight-like barbarian who feared nothing but cowardice of their own. Some of them lived within Kratos Citadel but other than that, they were becoming one with the harsh nature of Neamh.

This albino Quilled Dragon was nothing more than an empty man who still pursued the true meaning of his life. He was neither evil nor good, as Foel saw him as a caring, sympathetic, mature, yet fearless warrior.

As of now, Yayoga seemed to be rather content with his position, better than before. He also began to send the Ouroboros a strong streamline of faith of various divinity.

After MF arrived at the library, she continued to fill it with more content and her saved up theorem of spell assimilation, along with some few new symbols pills creation combos and a couple of guide to strengthen one perception.

She also began to add another section within the library that was mainly focusing on alchemy. Along with some biological knowledge that she had acquired for thousands of years being an extreme geneticist.

At first, this kind of work was quite an ordeal to her. But now that she knew that there weren't any goals and objectives, she felt like she was enjoying crafting and writing these books when it was out of her own will.

She wrote and wrote, being transported into the magical zone where she utilized most of her brain cells to put more words and maximize the efficiency of learning.

It was all peaceful and serene.

Until midnight came.

The halo stopped the runic movement on its ring and began to compress it all into the center. A strong jolt of emotion was sent directly to her soul.

"W-what is this…?"