Circle of Inevitability Chapter 463 - Chapter 463 Noncorresponding Details

Chapter 463 Noncorresponding Details

He had considered various possibilities, but he hadnt guessed what Room 12 signified.

Room 12 was where Madame Night Pualis de Roquefort, her husband, butler, ladys maid, and the children resided!

Almost simultaneously, Lumian recalled the oil painting he had seen at Triers art center. The woman in the painting, modeled after Seraphine, was naked, her skin adorned with faces.

Were those faces the symbols of the rooms occupants, or were they the manifestations of the Hostel itself? Lumians pupils dilated as he fixed his gaze on Seraphine, prepared to activate the black mark on his body at any moment and use the Spell of Harrumph to block the exit of Room 12s occupants.

He was still haunted by the memories of Madame Pualis.

Seraphine tugged at her lake-blue dress, her plump face contorting with obvious pain.

I cant influence how long the residents inside can sense the outside world...

In other words, Madame Pualis hasnt discovered me yet... Lumian heaved a sigh of relief, but he didnt dare to be careless. What if Seraphines interference quickly failed?

At that moment, Seraphine pulled down the collar of her dress, revealing a portion of her skin.

Lumian could clearly see the oil painting-like faces there. They were half-hidden and half-exposed, looking exceptionally terrifying.

This confirmed Lumians guess and piqued his curiosity.

Why use a corrupted human model as a room in the Hostel? Why allow Madame Pualis, Voisin Sanson, and other powerful evil god-bestowed individuals to stay there? Couldnt they just move into this replicathe fake Auberge du Coq Dore?

Was this to interfere with divination, prophecy, and other mysticism methods employed during a search?

Why does it feel like a ritual? Its like a specific setup and requirement... As an Alms Monk with ample knowledge of ritualistic magic, Lumian sensed something sinister about this matter.

Seeing that Seraphine hadnt left, he seized the opportunity to inquire, How many rooms does the Hostel have?

From Room 2 to Room 13, Seraphine replied in her ethereal voice.

No Room 1? Lumian asked immediately.

Gabriel answered for his lover. Theres supposed to be one, but weve never seen it. Room 1 has never moved into the Hostel.

Mysterious Room 1... Its confirmed at the moment that there are 12 rooms, but there might be more than one evil god bestowed living in each room... Lumian realized that time was of the essence and quickly changed his line of questioning.

How can I escape from here?

With the permission of the pixies or through the black hole on Avenue du Marche, but its very dangerous. It might lead you to places you shouldnt be, Seraphine replied, her eyes shifting between emptiness and pain.

Avenue du Marches black hole... Lumian inquired further, How many pixies are there, and where can I find them?

Three, Gabriel responded. They dont reside in this world and only visit occasionally. They typically allow the servants to maintain order herethey are the flying and glowing figures you see outside.

Three pixies... According to the Purifiers information, the Sequence of a Pixie likely hasnt reached godhood. I can tentatively consider them equivalent to Sequence 5, but their unique states mean that unless they actively enter reality, some Saints might not even be able to attack them... I do have the potential to deal with the pixies when encountering them, especially if I could capture one to facilitate my escape... Lumians thoughts raced as he asked further, Do the pixies have a regular pattern of entering and exiting?

No... Seraphine replied, her demeanor gradually fading as she shook her head slowly.

Lumian switched to another line of questioning, Do you know where Jenna is hiding?

I dont know, Gabriel replied quickly. The pixies servants havent located her either. Theyre uncertain if anyone has truly entered this place. The pixies must have ordered an investigation based on the changes in the outside world out of caution.

Before Lumian could ask another question, Seraphines face twisted once again.

She turned and left Room 207, heading upstairs.

It was evident that her ability to influence the residents perception of the outside world was quickly fading.

Gabriels condition worsened as he slowly made his way to the corridor outside.

Is there a boundary here? Lumian inquired one last time.

Gabriel nodded, his eyes growing increasingly vacant.

Only Avenue du Marche and the area around it are real.

Its surrounded by a dark, deep void with a formless barrier.

Barrier... Lumian repeated this word in his heart, his expression unchanged as he watched Gabriel close the door for him and listened to his footsteps returning to the third floor.

The word barrier brought to mind something Madam Magician had mentioned before.

She had spoken of a barrier outside their world, preventing the invasion of alien evil gods.

Although Gabriels description of the barrier might not be the same as Madam Magicians, Lumian couldnt ignore the possibility that these barriers were connected, especially given the evil god believers grand plans.

Turning away from the door, Lumian realized that time was of the essence.

Seraphine and Gabriels corruption would only worsen, rendering them increasingly out of control. Once fully mutated, they would no longer help Lumian and Jenna hide the truth, likely reporting it to the pixies.

There are two pressing issues at hand. First, how to contact the outside world or escape this place. Second, finding Jenna. Lumian focused and employed his Conspirer thinking abilities.

Regarding the first question, especially how to contact the outside world, he quickly brainstormed several potential solutions:

1. Fully activate the Blood Emperors aura in his right hand to see if it could break through the barriers of this abnormal world, attracting the attention of the demigods in Trier.

2. Set up a boon-seeking ritual to bypass The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessingss interference and transmit information to Mr. Fool.

3. Test the spirit and flesh connection between himself and Mr. Ks finger.

4. Attempt to summon Madam Magicians messenger.

5. Attempt to summon Madame Helas messenger.

6. Recite the incantation used to enter the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Societys gatheringthe Nation of the Evernight palaceto see if it could be of use in this situation without any prior request.

7. Find the fake Franca in this world and check if she possesses the ancient silver mirror they had obtained from underground to potentially use it to escape.

8. Create a commotion to attract one or two pixies and capture them.

9. ...

Before diving into any of his numerous plans, Lumian knew that locating Jenna was a top priority, as any of his actions could potentially alert the pixies and draw their attention.

How should I find Jenna? He tried to put himself in Jennas shoes, considering how she, an experienced Witch, would handle being in this strange world, suspected to be the Hostels location.

Jenna must have also seen Gabriel, and she wouldnt take the risk of entering the fake Auberge du Coq Dore immediately.

She can become invisible and hide in the shadows. She usually has the patience to observe. Its not difficult for her to notice the peculiarities of pedestrians and vendors...

Under these circumstances, what should I do if I were her?

Yes, Id search for the boundaries of this place... Id see if cathedrals and other deity-protected buildings have been replicated. If they have, Id investigate whats inside and whom they believe in... Id identify the differences between this place and the real market district to find any clues for my escape... And my first task will be to confirm if theres a fake me.

The pixies servants were conducting a search...

Lumians thoughts gradually cleared. He returned to the desk, drew the curtains slightly, and peered outside.

Lumian waited until the ethereal pixie servants, blurry figures emitting a faint glow and wearing blank expressions, had finished their investigation and disappeared before he took out the silver Lie earring and placed it on his left ear.

Swiftly, he transformed into Madame Fels and descended to the first floor, as though inspecting every room.

Then, he became a vendor who didnt sell his wares nearby, passing by Madame Fels and leaving Auberge du Coq Dore.

This was his home territory. Even though it was a replica or a reflection, it didnt stop him from already knowing the environmental details and the common figures that often appeared in this area.

Lumian didnt hurry to Rue des Blouses Blanches. Instead, he circled Rue du Rossignol and entered his secure hideout.

As soon as he opened the door, his brow furrowed slightly.

There was only one trap at the door among the many he had set upthe simplest one.

Lumians gaze then swept across the room, but he didnt see the ritualistic furs or the used cowhide and dog skin that were placed here in the real world.

Its not a strict correspondence... he muttered to himself.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this place resembled the real market district on the surface. In particular, in a room protected by traps, various details didnt correspond.

Its like an external observation and the re-creation of key rooms... Its like... Its like... Lumians pupils dilated as he had an epiphany.

Its like painting!

Fake 3 Rue des Blouses Blanches, Apartment 601.

Jenna clutched the lucky coin and offered a brief prayer to Mr. Fool. A thin gray fog materialized before her eyes but then dissipated.

It... its actually working, Jenna stammered.

That lucky gold coin proved to be truly lucky enough!

Jenna didnt receive any revelations, so she had no choice but to persevere and maintain her guise as her counterfeit self. She diligently tidied up the room and wiped the coffee table.

Time in this world appeared to pass slowly, with the sun in the sky staying fixed in its position, unmoving.

Suddenly, Jenna heard the door open and instinctively turned her gaze in that direction. The fake Franca continued with her task, showing no reaction.

Jennas eyes locked onto Lumians golden-black hair. She immediately averted her gaze and assumed an expression of emptiness, not certain if Ciel was the real deal.

In the next instant, she heard a familiar, taunting voice.

As expected, youre here. Thats all you can think of.