LotM: Surviving as a Marionette

Picking up the astronomical telescope, Don simultaneously took out the mosaic glasses and put them on. With the star astrolabe in one hand and the telescope in the other, he pondered for a moment before entering the Euclid space together with the system.

Don planned to first observe the old grandpa not far away. Limited by the constraints of his own spirituality, if the telescope wanted to see the scenery of Backlund and record his father's fate, he would have to personally make a trip to Backlund.

Since that was the case, Don decided to first experiment with someone nearby.

Observing a Sequence 1 Worm of Time, plus having to record the opponent's fate on the star astrolabe, the dual interference of the theater and system wasn't guaranteed to be foolproof.

The essence of Euclid space was an advanced version of the astronomical telescope. Observing here and then recording stars into the star astrolabe would be equally effective, and this space should also possess the authority of 'concealment.'

This could be seen from the fact that when observing Amon and Pales, neither of them noticed his presence.

"After all, he's a Sequence 1 Worm of Time. If he discovers traces of fate disturbance when I'm recording him into the star astrolabe in the real world, I might very well be exposed."

Well, this was being cautious, not cowardly.

Through the power of Euclid space, Don saw a house in the small town not far away.

Night was the best camouflage. The small town under the crimson moon was very quiet. The masses who didn't have much entertainment had gone to sleep early, preparing for the next day's labor.

In the deep of night when all was quiet, it would indeed be a good time period to do something bad.

The boyish-faced knight who was parasitized by a Worm of Time was the same. Don looked at the middle-aged man beside him, his fingers slightly moving as he wanted to record the opponent into the star astrolabe.

As Don's spirituality was infused into the star astrolabe, something else from the surroundings seemed to be converging toward him.

Unlike tangible objects, this thing was more like a concept, information carried by space itself.

Don vaguely sensed something. He had the system slightly loosen the divine restrictions and took out the mosaic glasses for his spirit body to accommodate, before looking around again.

The divinity in Euclid space acted as a filter, ensuring that Don wouldn't be directly overwhelmed by the endless information around him at every moment, leading to mental collapse, losing control, and death.

However, this divine restriction made it difficult for Don's own position to receive large amounts of information at once, while also blocking his 'vision.'

When continuously exploring the rules of Euclid space itself, this restriction naturally had both advantages and disadvantages.

After lifting the divine restrictions, with his own high position, Don saw for the first time the essential power of Euclid space being leveraged by the star astrolabe.

That was countless radiances.

Like dazzling colored glass reflecting in sunlight, what converged toward the star astrolabe in Don's hand were countless fragments flickering with minute brilliance.

Looking more closely, one could see that within those countless fragments sparkling with light were innumerable symbols—symbols of the past, symbols of the present, and symbols of the future...

Difficult to decipher, yet incomparably magnificent, these were traces of fate that made one unable to resist observing them, thinking about what meaning they represented.

And this thinking, this observation, represented 'observation.'

Observing the complete life of a Sequence 1!

Then Don's vision instantly blurred, as those countless brilliant fragments were instantly coated with layer after layer of thick mosaics.

The star astrolabe in Don's hand was frantically absorbing his spirituality.

He instinctively let go, but the star astrolabe didn't fall. Instead, it floated in front of him. Because he had stopped inputting spirituality, it ceased recording.

This action also caused the countless mosaics continuously manifesting around him to stop their surging movement into the star astrolabe.

The mosaics gradually dissipated, as if reintegrating into this space itself.

Don took a deep breath, then the system once again covered the host's spirit body with divinity, shielding the countless information from the surroundings.

He looked at the star astrolabe before him.

On the thin star plate floated an unformed 'speck of dust'—an incomplete star, made by using Don's spirituality to minutely leverage a tiny bit of Euclid space's power. However, it was only an empty shell, hollow inside.

The recording failed, and the star was like a dying celestial body, slowly dissipating. The tiny points of light it emitted were gradually merging into the surrounding space.

As time passed, the incomplete star also disappeared within Euclid space.

"It seems it won't work."

In the field of divination, divinations involving oneself are both the easiest and hardest to interfere with. High-sequence Beyonders, especially those involved in the aspect of fate, have an instinctive protection of their own destiny. Unless they can receive help from concealment, it's very difficult for others to observe their fate.

However, all of this was quite easy to achieve in Euclid space, because this was a dimension higher than the spirit world.

'Fate' exists in the spirit world. The reason why high-sequence Beyonders are difficult to divine and prophesy is simply because their fates are hard to find, and some Beyonders will specifically hide this information.

But for an observer, existence represents the possibility of being observed.

It was just that for him, recording the 'fate' of a Sequence 1 Worm of Time was extremely difficult.

Like a water pump, he didn't have that much spirituality to be drained by the star astrolabe.

"Is it that my own level is insufficient? Also, if I force the recording, will I be detected by the opponent? If the level is lower, and the target is familiar with me and won't resist too much, perhaps it would be much simpler."

A false god was ultimately just putting on tiger's skin—strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Whether it was his own spirituality or the system's divinity, although they could barely fool the rules, when it came to actual operation, they couldn't reach the level of Sequence 4.

This way, many things couldn't be done, or were quite troublesome to do.

"Those radiances should be similar to the gray fog, part of this space itself."

Don thought.

"However, the future me said that I could only leverage this space's power after advancing to Sequence 4? I don't think that's necessarily true."

Hadn't he just used the star astrolabe to clearly leverage a bit of it?

System: ???

Looking at the host who was about to transform into an idea king again, the system wanted to interrupt but really couldn't find a good reason.

It couldn't very well say it was scared, could it?

Like leveraging this space's power and then having it stuffed into the system space or something...

Fortunately, due to insufficient time caused by spirituality depletion, and because the exploration of Euclid space itself wasn't deep enough, the host thought of several clever tricks but had to leave due to his own spirituality being exhausted.

Amitabha, Amitabha.

The system's electronic voice carried a hint of relief and joy.

It once again felt that its host having a low sequence wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

(End of Chapter)