"Hmph!" Fulen was so enraged he nearly ascended to the heavens and brought two Buddhas into existence. "Calm down, Fulen," he fiercely clutched the breaking string in his heart.
He let out a turbid breath. Fulen had almost forgotten the last time he was this angry. "I'm going back, I'm going back. I can't come back to this place again. It's infuriating me! If I stay any longer, I won't be able to resist making a move. When I reach Sequence 5… no, I still won't be able to defeat him. No, no, no, just Sequence 6. The Scribe's ability is one of the most powerful among all Sequence 6s. Once I become a Scribe, I'll come back and deal with you."
Fulen coldly said to the gate guard, "How do I leave?"
The gate guard didn't pay attention to Fulen's tone. Perhaps, in his eyes, whether it was anger, enthusiasm, or indifference meant nothing to him. He simply led the way slowly, and Fulen gradually calmed down, after all, circumstances were stronger than him.
And the current situation was indeed unclear. He hadn't yet read the letter given by that arrogant Hunter. No matter what, he had to read the letter before making any plans.
Walking along the road, Fulen's anger had actually slowly dissipated, but he had lived two lives. In all his memories, roughly estimating, he was still two or three years away from thirty, not yet having reached the age of establishing himself. His youthful spirit naturally hadn't faded. Moreover, although his time in this world wasn't long, there were risks everywhere. Although Fulen hadn't been hurt much, the accumulated frustration had been building in his chest for a long time.
"Hmph, hmph, if I don't act impulsively, how can I still call myself a member of the three families who play it safe? The Abraham Family is quite passive here, and I've already gained significant help, so I won't waste my time here. The Iron and Blood Cross Order, the Demoness Sect, and the two major Churches, the military, and other forces seem to have been openly and secretly contending for a long time, and the Abraham Family is the obvious sacrificial lamb in this struggle. And my existence seems to have been discovered, so without further ado, I'll just cause a big scene and leave."
Most youths of the 21st century grew up in a greenhouse, so although Fulen was quite old, his mind was still somewhat immature. He often thought about being fully prepared before acting, but unforeseen events occur. When Fulen saw that person just now, a cloud of gloom had already flashed in his heart, and he had early on conceived the idea of leaving.
He carefully pondered for a long time, then returned home and opened the letter.
The letter read: "Foolish brat, if your intelligence isn't like a Zombie's, then come to the tavern on December 31st to attend the Extraordinary Gathering. Don't hold any illusions; following arrangements is the best way to survive."
December 31st, that time was exactly the last day before the start of the new year. It seemed that all matters would be concluded at that time. Fulen also had a vague premonition, recalling the result of his divination, which was exactly the "Creator's Day." Perfect, let's quickly bring things to an end.
As Fulen thought this, he relaxed, setting a date. It was better than being busy with nothing to do. With another date on his back, Fulen quickly passed the days.
In a flash, time flew by. The crisp autumn days of Trier were gone, but winter, symbolizing silence and new life, had quietly arrived. In the blink of an eye, it was almost Creator's Day, and today was the last day.
Fulen went out onto the streets early. Yesterday, he had already told Mr. Laze that he was going on a long journey to a distant land and might no longer be able to continue working as a Magician at the Sohier Circus. Laze had already expected this and showed no surprise at all.
Laze just smiled and said to Fulen, "Fulen, no need to worry. Although you are going through some difficulties now, there's no need to be too anxious. Consider the Circus your home; we will help you."
Although Fulen didn't quite understand Laze's meaning, he was still grateful for his care. After all, Laze not only taught him magic but also allowed Fulen to perform on stage. And now that Fulen was leaving, Laze not only didn't demand anything in return but instead comforted him and said he would help Fulen.
The emotion still warmed Fulen's heart, but Fulen didn't forget that he had already decided to leave Trier tomorrow. So, even though Fulen felt a surge of gratitude, he could only offer a simple "thank you."
Since there were no Circus duties in the morning, Fulen decided to visit Wilson's villa for a gathering. Today was the last day Fulen and Wilson had agreed upon, and Wilson had specifically emphasized that Fulen must come, as he had something to tell him.
Speaking of which, Fulen had already signed up for a third project with Wilson: basic combat, military combat, and Wilson's combat techniques. Although Fulen had mastered Divine Speed, his understanding of combat was not yet very profound, so extensive learning was what Fulen wanted to do most right now.
And now, Fulen was incomparable to his former self. Although his combat techniques hadn't reached Wilson's formidable level of mastery, it was no exaggeration to say he was skilled. The current Fulen could easily defeat his former self. If he had two or three more encounters with blood and shed his youthful naivety, Fulen's combat skills would be no less than an old veteran's.
Thanks to the Circus's help and his own research into tricks, Fulen had already digested a portion of the Beyonder potion. Fulen pondered for a bit and estimated that he would mostly digest it by March or April of next year. After all, he didn't have the various digestion opportunities arranged for someone like Klein, so it was very difficult to advance two Sequences in a year, let alone become a god in a few years.
Fulen could clearly feel that since November 18th, the frequency of the full moon's ravings he heard had significantly decreased. And Amadi had already been promoted to Scribe when he summoned Fulen earlier. Besides adding a layer of prophetic protection for Fulen, the implied meaning in his words was to Record everywhere, preparing to digest the Beyonder potion.
Fulen was speechless. He could only hope to digest the Beyonder potion as soon as possible, as he still needed to advance quickly. These Abraham elders would certainly one by one prepare to impact the demigod's door, but according to Fulen's memory, none would succeed, and the situation a runaway demigod would bring to the already struggling Abraham Family was imaginable.
And Fulen was just one of these people, but Fulen still had a premonition that as long as he advanced to Sequence 7, things would definitely be different. Fulen's spirituality was so certain that it made Fulen himself feel surprised and uncertain.
Additionally, the newly consumed Beyonder potion indeed "refreshes" the ravings. The intensity of Fulen's ravings after his advancement was indeed comparable to the initial intensity. The successful guess made Fulen quite happy, as successfully verifying one's conjecture is also a relatively joyful thing.