Chapter 57 Three-part Honorific NameTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2096 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-14 18:16:27
Everyone who sets out on the extraordinary path is full of ambitions at first. They have thought about being promoted to the middle sequence in three years and the middle sequence in five years. They often dream of being close to high-sequence masters and becoming a demigod. But when they really set out on this path, they sadly discover that—
It's good enough to be able to survive!
Alger, who had long realized that the gap between people was greater than that between people and dogs, did not want to survive like Miss Justice, sandwiched between the two resurrected ancient gods, The Fool and The Emperor. If possible, he did not want to meet any member of the Tarot Club in real life:
"I am honored to receive your invitation, but as I said before, I have to stay away from land most of the time, so I can't submit Emperor Roselle's diary to you."
"Then forget it." Lu Mingfei just asked casually. Since Mr. "The Hanged Man" was not very convenient, he did not force it.
After a short silence, everyone tacitly entered the free discussion session. Audrey wanted to ask about the promotion, but the boy who was the main character hadn't spoken yet. She didn't know whether Lu Mingfei had asked Mr. Fool privately, so she put it aside for the time being. Instead, Alger said after hesitating for a moment:
"Recently, I heard that a 'listener' from the Aurora Society was looking for traces of the true Creator, which is the 'sanctuary' they preached."
Aurora Club?
Not to mention Lu Mingfei and Audrey, who had faced Mr. A directly, even Klein knew something about him. Dunn, the captain of his Nighthawks team, saw a huge cross in the dream of the mission target, which seemed to be able to support the entire sky. On this cross, black iron nails nailed a naked man, with his arms spread out, his feet on top, his head hanging down like a pendant, and his body covered with blood stains...
According to the captain, most of the secret organizations that believe in the true Creator have appeared in the last two or three hundred years, but the image of the other party has almost run through the entire human history. Klein still sat casually, but in fact he was already alert and waiting for the next step.
But Lu Mingfei was more anxious than him. He turned to look at Alger and said, "Can you tell me more about it? About the true creator."
"Okay." Alger glanced at the seat above him and found that Mr. Fool was not opposed to mentioning other gods in his kingdom, so he explained:
"He is an ancient being that is believed in by many mysterious organizations and secret sects. They believe that the Creator is not completely dead, and that the remaining core of Him is the true Creator."
"Since the Fifth Epoch, the True Creator has appeared in many forms, such as the 'Hanged Giant' and the 'Eyes Behind the Shadow Curtain'... Many people believe that when Emperor Roselle invented the Tarot, he referred to the image of the True Creator, and thus the 'Hanged Man' card was created."
"According to our observations, among the Beyonders who believe in the true Creator, no, the Fallen Creator, the proportion of those who have lost control is much higher than normal, and the rest are mostly lunatics."
It basically overlapped with the information Lu Mingfei found in the church archives, and there was nothing new, so he nodded silently: "Thank you for your explanation, Mr. 'Hanged Man'."
He was not satisfied with this information! Alger immediately caught the perfunctory tone in the boy's voice, and racked his brains to think of more information about the Aurora Society, even the part that was just hearsay:
"In addition to the 'Listener' who is looking for the Sanctuary of the True Creator, I have also heard some rumors."
"oh?"
"It is said that the True Creator recently delivered two very clear oracles - you should be able to understand that as one of the most famous evil gods, His usual oracles would only drive believers more crazy or even kill them. But this time is different. He delivered two clear orders, one of which is 'Find new followers of the night'..." Alger did not dare to look at Lu Mingfei again. After a brief pause, he continued:
"Second, compile a three-part honorific name!"
"The Lord who created everything, the master behind the veil of shadows, the fallen nature of all living beings?" Lu Mingfei still remembered the scene when Mr. A proudly reported his honorific name. He said with empty eyes, "Doesn't He have his own honorific name? Do you think it's not fashionable enough or sounds too much like a villain boss, so you plan to change it?"
If you're itching to start a fight, don't drag me into it! Alger collapsed when he heard the full name. Even though the other party didn't recite it in a spiritual language like ancient Hermetic, he still felt terrified. He was silent for a long time before he gave an explanation:
"I'm not sure if He has any intention of changing His Honorable Name, but according to the main idea given by the Aurora Society members I captured, the Honorable Name does not refer to the true Creator."
"Why?" Audrey raised her hand and asked like a well-behaved student. Then she remembered that Mr. Hanged Man had provided a lot of information for free, and added, "I can pay for it."
"No need." If only the rich lady Miss Justice was curious, Alger would have to ask for a high price. But if he blackmailed Mr. Emperor, he would have to consider whether he could see the sun tomorrow, so he decided not to keep it a secret.
"Because the names they gave them were something like 'Hope', 'Savior', and... 'Dragon'!"
The real Creator had nothing to do with these keywords in any way. Although there were evil gods who used honorific names that sounded great and glorious or in line with human physiological and psychological pursuits to "copy and launch", Alger had never heard of an evil god who would have such a big contrast when changing his honorific name!
"It sounds like a completely positive image." Audrey recalled Mr. A who enslaved the "witch" and was blown into pieces by Lu Mingfei and still squirmed away. She couldn't help but mutter: "It's hard to imagine that the real creator has glittering scales and great and upright beliefs..."
"I can't imagine it either." Lu Mingfei followed up with a complaint: "This is too weird. It's just like when my wife goes into the delivery room and the baby comes out and asks me whether to take care of the doctor or nurse."
Justice and The Hanged Man almost couldn't hold back their smiles, but Mr. Fool couldn't hold back any more—
What does a bloody upside-down giant have to do with a "dragon"? Isn't this a description of Lu Mingfei?! What happened this week? Did Lu Mingze form an alliance with the true creator? If you want a name, come to me. I'm really good at making up stories!
Klein considered the relationship between Lu Mingze and the True Creator, but ultimately did not have the heart to discredit him. He said vaguely, "Perhaps the True Creator's wishes were once extremely noble, but there is no doubt that His current image cannot be described as positive. Rather than 'real', it should be described as 'degenerate'... As for the honorific name He needs, it may not be prepared for Him."Chapter 58: Get up and work overtimeTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2020 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-18 16:00:36
The real creator?
Fallen Creator!
Mr. Fool did not deny the other party's status as the Creator, but only emphasized the other party's changes... and this meaningful look, pointing to...
Mr. Emperor!
Although Audrey promised Lu Mingfei not to use her "audience" ability on him, she did not promise Mr. Fool, so when the girl heard the shocking news, she subconsciously looked at the person in the upper seat, and then followed her gaze to look at the boy diagonally opposite her.
Oh my god! The real Creator... no, the fallen Creator wanted to find Mr. Lu Mingfei through his honorable name! The grudge that had been formed in Mrs. Valerie's shop was still going on. Thanks to the existence of the Tarot Club, after a long detour, Mr. Lu Mingfei finally found out!
The Tarot Club was really great! Audrey could hardly suppress her excitement, but when she turned off the "audience" mode and looked at Lu Mingfei again, she found that he was not sharp enough in playing the role of "audience" and did not notice Mr. Fool's hint.
Audrey then spoke with some hesitation, "Mr. Emperor, you need to be careful recently."
"Me?" Lu Mingfei, who was still thinking about what the real Creator was going to do and whether the 10 pounds he put into the donation box could persuade the goddess to take action against the evil god, looked up blankly. As a result, he was met with three gazes that were either concerned, complicated, or horrified. He grinned and said with difficulty:
"You mean... the True Creator is helping me compile a name?"
"If you don't mind, I can do it for you." Mr. Fool said sincerely, saying that he had a lot of say in this matter. At the same time, he reminded Lu Mingfei that the real Creator was not a positive character: "Our friendship is always better than Him."
Mr. Hanged Man lowered his head to hide his shock and did not dare to interrupt the conversation at all.
Lu Mingfei felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. On one hand, he was thinking, "Klein, you fake evil god, why am I joining in the fun?" But on the other hand, he thought that this was feasible - although the "Yellow and Black King who controls good luck" could not bring good luck, Klein was very talented in making up names. At least what he made up could really point to this space and respond.
Compared to the Aurora Society's group coming up with a name in advance and letting the real Creator find him through mystical connections, it would be a thousand times better to let Klein make one up and have him personally approve it!
But it would be best to discuss this with Lu Mingze. After all, Lu Mingfei didn't know whether his younger brother could bear the three-part honorific name. It was said that Guan Erye didn't open his eyes when the tattoo was done because he was worried that he couldn't bear it. Some people even tattooed a Tang monk on their bodies, causing them to go through 81 trials...
So Lu Mingfei hummed and hawed in response, neither agreeing nor refusing: "We'll talk about it later."
The matter regarding the Aurora Society and Honorable Name came to a temporary end, and the Tarot Society fell silent again. In order to avoid a hasty end to this meeting, Audrey extended the topic from the previous topic:
"Mr. 'Hanged Man', can you tell me in detail about the various mysterious organizations and secret sects? It is difficult for me to come into contact with these in my daily life. I can only learn about them through you. I will pay you. I wonder what you want?"
Finally freed from the oppressive atmosphere, Alger thought for a moment and said, "I need a sum of money, 1,000 pounds, preferably in non-consecutive bills, or freshly mined gems, calculated based on the monthly average price of the Backlund Jewelry Market."
Since this was a personal commission from Miss Justice, Alger had no intention of being polite. He offered a high price and was ready to negotiate a lower price. Klein and Lu Mingfei could not help but gasp at this.
For most people, 1,000 pounds is enough to live a carefree life. The annual annuity in the bank is a huge sum that many people have never seen. Even Lu Mingfei, who just got two houses and 150 pounds in cash from Darkholme, can only barely reach half of this figure. If he really accepts this price, wouldn't he become a sucker?
"1,000 pounds?" Miss Fraud tilted her head and said, "No problem, I can pay in cash."
So rich!
The three men sighed in their hearts at the same time. They were often troubled by financial problems and could not imagine how much assets a noble lady with an annual pension of 15,000 to 25,000 pounds could have. It was like an old farmer who could only imagine that the emperor used a golden hoe and could eat all the white bread every day...
"I'll sell you health products when you're old." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain, but then he felt that he was ruining the business of "The Hanged Man", so he turned to him and said, "Forget it, you start."
"…Okay." In fact, Alger felt a little guilty about not receiving the bargaining offer. He wanted to suggest a private discussion, but Chapter 5, Section 7 of the Book of Storms clearly stated that gods should not be tested. Having already suffered a loss once, he did not dare to ask Mr. Fool to block the Emperor's hearing, for fear of triggering another war between gods, so he started directly:
"First, there is the Moss Ascetic Order. It is said to be the earliest secret organization..."
Alger had been in the Extraordinary World for many years. He had a superficial understanding of everything from the Morse Ascetic Order to the Witch Sect, to the Spiritual Cult that believed in death, the Psychological Alchemy Society that controlled most of the potion formulas of the "Audience" sequence, and the Secret Order with extremely low activity frequency. He gave the three Extraordinary people present a crash course in the basic common sense of Extraordinary people. By the end, Lu Mingfei even had the illusion that "the 1,000 pounds was well spent."
But in fact, he could find all these things within the Church of Evernight, but he had been busy learning ancient Hermes recently, and he had not yet borrowed materials from the archives of the Night Watchers, so he didn't know much.
They exchanged information for a while. Although Klein felt that his spiritual energy consumption was particularly low today, since the three of them had nothing more to talk about, he announced the end of the meeting.
Audrey and Alger stood up at the same time and were sent out of the gray fog space by Klein, leaving only Lu Mingfei sitting in his original position.
The long table and dome that looked like a giant's palace disappeared, replaced by the round table and chairs that had appeared before. Lu Mingfei and Klein sat down opposite each other. The former finally didn't have to pretend to be a character anymore. He sat on the chair with his back slumped as if he had no bones. He let out a long breath and said:
"So tired."
"Do you understand my pain?" Klein made the gray fog much lighter, enough to see the expressions of the two people. He knocked on the table and said jokingly:
"But you can't rest yet, get up and work overtime."Chapter 59 Death is too heavy for the boyTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2038 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-15 18:42:01
At this moment, Lu Mingfei was like Bishop Elektra. He straightened his back slightly when he was slumped in the chair, and then hunched over the table as if half bent by life. He held his head with both hands, his expression changing back and forth, and finally he showed a relieved smile:
"…I can't write it. Compared to the fake evil god leader, I'm just an ordinary director who reads books for white women in the literature club. I dare not touch anything high-sounding like a title."
"I didn't ask you to think of a honorific name." The fake evil god's eyes twitched, and he wished he could give Lu Mingfei "Lord of Bluff" as the cornerstone of his honorific name - from then on, when others saw the Extraordinary People in the "Audience" sequence, their eyes would be filled with fear, and their lips would be tightly closed as if they were practicing the silent meditation, for fear of being stared at by the Lord of Bluff, and becoming strange creatures who would discuss the shape and beauty of things with excrement after they had defecated.
"I just want to review today's Tarot Club with you." Klein said after taking a deep breath. "By the way, what happened between you and Miss Justice? Why did you tamper with her memory?"
In fact, there is nothing much to review. The complex tone of cooperation between the "Emperor" and the "Fool" has been determined. It is reasonable for these two "resurrected ancient gods" to each take what they need and to confront each other in some aspects but to stop at the right time. After all, it is rare in this world for two gods to be of the same blood and love each other.
As for the title of Mr. "Emperor"...
Mr. Hanged Man, who had the most extraordinary knowledge among the people present, did not raise any questions, so Klein did not intend to continue explaining. It was like the play on the stage had ended, and the audience's evaluation was not something the leading actors could influence. However, based on the situation displayed by the other party's etheric body and astral body, the Hanged Man was most likely led astray.
Basically, Mr. Fool has recovered to a higher degree, but cannot affect reality for the time being; Mr. Emperor has recovered very poorly and even lost most of his memories, but can appear stably in reality, so you can ignore him...
"In short, there are some things I can't ask you, but you can," Klein concluded.
"Then I'm your trumpet, right?" Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows and changed the subject: "Come to think of it, can you make a trumpet yourself?"
Klein leaned back, as if he was resting his eyes, but a twisted black shadow gradually emerged from the gray fog, eventually forming an adult male wearing a black tuxedo and a half-high silk hat. However, his expression was too dull and his movements were too slow, like a plaster statue standing there lifeless. Even with the gray fog covering it, it was obvious that something was wrong with it.
If only this guy could talk nonsense like Lu Mingfei. Klein pressed his forehead, waved his hand to disperse the figure, and shrugged, "As you can see, it's not possible for now."
"Then let's talk about it later." Lu Mingfei looked up at the crimson stars behind the gray fog, just like returning to the roof of an apartment building in the suburbs. The colorful neon lights in the CBD area dyed the sky with colors, and its magnificence was no less than now. But he didn't miss it too much, just stretched out his hand and made a tapping motion on the table, complaining:
"Why didn't Old Huang push the technological level of this world forward a little bit? If it develops to the information age, there will be games to play... Then I'll let you see what it means to be the 'Emperor of E-sports, invincible when he's serious'..."
"Time is limited, right?" Klein continued. "It's already amazing to be able to push this world into the steam age. After that, we can only trust in the wisdom of future generations."
"I don't know if I'll be able to see video games in my lifetime."
"It's difficult, and age is also a problem." For e-sports, there is a significant difference between being 20 and 18, and after 20, you are getting closer to the words "veteran" and "retired" every day. Even if Lu Mingfei has a special body and can stay energetic, it is not certain whether he will be interested at that time, "and I probably won't be able to play with you."
"It doesn't matter~" Lu Mingfei waved his hand nonchalantly, "The best configuration for the game is friends. If Lao Huang was still alive, he could even invite the two of you to play Landlord…"
It's a pity that Emperor Roselle is already dead. This thought suddenly popped up in Klein's mind, and the first sentence he saw after crossing over also appeared in front of him - "Everyone will die, including me." The dark and deep ancient Hermes text roared in his mind like a curse, and he blurted out:
"What if I die too?"
"…"
The atmosphere in the gray fog suddenly became heavy. Lu Mingfei wanted to complain that the other party didn't need to use the Heaven and Earth Tongshou Dafa, and told him how miserable his life would be without his "fellow countryman". He also wanted to tease him that even if he died, he should remember to clear his "criminal record" and other things, so as not to be ridiculed by future generations like Lao Huang...
But Lu Mingfei couldn't open his mouth.
The topic of death was too heavy. The scene of Francisco's head being crushed by high heels was still vivid in his mind, but he did not feel any fear, as if the end of other people's lives was not worth mentioning in Lu Mingfei's eyes...
But if it was Klein, Archbishop Anthony, Audrey, or even Bishop Elektra, he would not be able to accept it. Just like the warm wind passing through the quiet lake will leave ripples, and the broken leaves walking through the ancient forest will carve circles of annual rings, they also occupy a place in Lu Mingfei's heart.
When the boy mentioned death, his throat was blocked, as if his broken teeth were swallowed into his stomach, scratching his tongue and vocal cords. Every syllable he uttered seemed to be stained with blood: "What nonsense are you talking about... Don't you still want to go home?"
"Well, let's go home." Klein also realized that he had said something wrong and didn't intend to continue on this topic. He quickly calmed down and smiled mockingly, "Now can you tell me what happened between you and Miss Audrey?"
"It's just a small matter." Lu Mingfei tried to cheer himself up, but he was still not in high spirits.
"It can't be something like 'The moonlight is so beautiful tonight' or 'I've seen this sister before', right?" Klein hardened his heart and determined to drag the atmosphere of the conversation back to the state of making fun of life. He said solemnly, "Don't repeat Old Huang's mistakes…"
"Don't worry, I won't. Although I'm not a respectable person, it's too outrageous to be as dishonorable as Old Huang… For now, let's take Old Man Liu, who can hold a beautiful woman without getting distracted, as our idol." Lu Mingfei felt a little disgusted to be comforted by a grown man, but he was also a little touched. He didn't want to continue to radiate negative emotions, so he pointed to a crimson star:
"Someone is calling Mr. Fool over there, please go ahead and take care of yourself. Bye!"Chapter 60 DetectiveTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2010 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-15 18:42:21
Not to mention that he casually pointed, Klein actually heard a prayer after subconsciously touching it. Lu Mingfei did not stand up immediately after "falling" from the gray fog space. Instead, he stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time.
It was not until the sky outside gradually darkened and a clear dividing line between the street lights of Cherwood District and the darkness of the East District appeared in the window that he moved his stiff body and walked out of the villa. He did not even hear the greeting from the yellow-haired dwarf who happened to be planning to return to Cherwood District...
On Tuesday morning, he studied and chatted with Bishop Elektra. Although this was undoubtedly persecution in the eyes of the other party, and his beloved wife Xiaona had complained about the nonsense he blurted out more than once, for Lu Mingfei, chatting with Bishop Elektra was a very happy thing -
Even though the Bishop showed rejection at the beginning every time, he would become enthusiastic as he talked, and then secretly regretted it when Lu Mingfei left the archives room and headed for the East District.
But today was different. Bishop Elektra's time of regret was interrupted. The Archbishop, who was busy appeasing the nobles, returned early and stopped in front of Lu Mingfei, smiling:
"Sir, long time no see."
"Archbishop Anthony!" Lu Mingfei did not hide his joy and even wanted to give the old man a hug. However, his voice had already attracted too much attention in the prayer hall, so he could only quickly make way for the door and wait until Archbishop Anthony walked into the archive room before speaking: "Are you done with your work?"
The old man sighed and said, "Not really. Although according to the report of the Night Watchmen, Mr. A has temporarily escaped from Backlund, the nobles are not so easy to believe. I will have to toss and turn between them for a long time."
This was also the limitation of the church. The believers were not only the lambs under the goddess' rule, but also the beneficiaries that the priests were directly responsible for. Even if they were unreasonable, as long as they did not exceed a certain limit, it was a convenience granted by their position, or even a right. As the head of the Backlund diocese, Anthony had the responsibility to give them a sense of security.
So the church is still in the service industry... Lu Mingfei muttered inwardly, shaking his head to throw away the mess, and said seriously: "Then Archbishop Anthony, what are you doing back?"
"I heard from Bishop Elektra that you, Your Excellency, have to go to the East District every afternoon." The old man nodded to the middle-aged man who was about to slip away with his head down. After the door of the archive room was completely closed, he continued, "A gentleman asked me to be the middleman to get to know you."
"Sir?" Lu Mingfei asked in confusion, "It turns out that you are not a lady or a noble lady?"
"..." The old man, who hadn't spoken directly to Lu Mingfei for a few days, was obviously a little out of tune. He was silent for a long time before continuing: "I have a rough idea of your reputation in the aristocratic circle. In fact, there are indeed many ladies and young ladies who asked me to greet them or introduce them to them, but I refused them all."
"Thank you so much." If it were Bishop Elektra, who was good at snitching, he would definitely write down the names of these ladies one by one, investigate their family situations and social histories, and then read them to Lu Mingfei. He couldn't help but sigh: "I can't become a gigolo for the time being, thanks to your protection, Archbishop Anthony..."
Although Archbishop Anthony did not understand what "cowherd" meant, he roughly guessed from the context that it represented a not-so-positive image of a socialite, so he shook his head to say that he had only done a trivial thing, and brought the topic back on track:
"As for this gentleman, I can confirm that he has no deep connection with the nobles. You may have heard of his name—Esinger Stanton, the famous detective of Backlund."
If only detectives were mentioned, the first person that Lu Mingfei would think of would definitely be Sherlock Holmes. Even if he had never read the books written by Conan Doyle, he could still form the image of a tall and thin man wearing a deerstalker hat and holding a pipe in his head; but who made Archbishop Anthony emphasize the "famous detective"?
The adult male in Lu Mingfei's mind was compressed and deformed like plasticine, and finally turned into a short man wearing large-framed glasses. He couldn't help but complain: "Is he staying at his childhood sweetheart's house and having a watch that can fire anesthetic needles? Or is he a middle-aged uncle who likes to drink beer and has a beautiful divorced wife and daughter?"
"...As far as I know, Mr. Isengard has a clean interpersonal relationship and no scandals have been reported so far."
"I just said it casually." Lu Mingfei grinned, "Then why did he come to me? I don't have cats or dogs, and I haven't cheated on anyone. At most, there are a few more scandals. You know, that's Mrs. McKinney's responsibility... It can't be that someone commissioned Mr. Detective to investigate me, and he happened to be familiar with you, so he came to tell tales, right?"
"Not really." Archbishop Anthony shook his head. "As a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, he would not spread unfounded gossip. According to Mr. Isengard, he came to 'show goodwill'."
"oh?"
"Mr. Isengard is not only a detective, but also a 'Keeper' of the 'Reader' Path Sequence 7 and the organizer of an extraordinary party." The old man explained, "He wants to invite you to the extraordinary party."
This solved a big problem for Lu Mingfei. Although the Church of the Night provided the formulas for the "audience" potion and the "mind reader" potion, he had to collect the subsequent formulas and materials by himself. The only extraordinary gathering he could attend was the Tarot Club, and the only clue about the potion was the "Psychological Alchemy Club".
An extraordinary party hosted by Sequence 7 is just right for him!
The only problem is…
"Can we say this openly?" Lu Mingfei subconsciously lowered his voice, "Could it be that Detective Eisinger is also our spy, who has become the boss after three years and another three years? Are they closing the net now?! Your Excellency the Archbishop is really smart and has a far-reaching plan. I have great respect for him…"
"Your Excellency is the one with a clear mind." Archbishop Anthony replied with a stiff expression.
"But unfortunately, the Church of Evernight and the Church of Knowledge are not hostile to each other, and Detective Isengard is not our undercover agent. There is no conspiracy here. Just as he said, this is a 'show of goodwill' - Mr. Isengard has always maintained a good relationship with the Backlund police and official Beyonders. The Beyonder gatherings he holds are occasionally attended by Nighthawks, Punishers, or members of the Mechanical Heart. If he encounters Beyonders on the verge of losing control, he will report them without leaving any trace."