The maddening solitude of the death chamber feels like a forgotten loneliness. Everything here drives people insane. Without the Round Table Conference, Cantona feels it's only a matter of ti before he loses his mind.
The clues gained at the Round Table Conference made Cantona excited for a mont, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointnt. Mr. Gemini's hint suggested that this place might resemble a Holy Land. If the Soul-Catching Saber acts as the key, using the Gate of Truth might allow for escape. The destination didn't matter; even death was preferable to being trapped here. Escaping first was the priority.
This deathly silent island truly drives a person mad, increasingly disoriented. Unfortunately, the Gate of Truth wouldn't activate. Cantona faced two choices: inflict another wound on himself and hope for a miracle, or seek assistance from Mr. Cancer at the Round Table Conference.
After pondering these two choices for a long ti, he finally made a decision: it's better to live miserably than die well.
Cantona entered the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc and activated the star of Cancer. There was no response. Cantona wasn't anxious; he paused for a while, then activated it again, still no response. Cantona thought, since he was already here, he might as well try again.
On the third attempt, the star of Cancer lit up, and Christian appeared under the starry sky, his figure as extraordinary and upright as ever, his chin slightly lifted, casting a sidelong glance in front.
Cantona stood up, "Mr. Cancer, sorry to disturb you. I'm facing a troubleso situation and seek your help."
Christian regarded Taurus, nodding arrogantly, "Oh, let's hear it."
Cantona skipped the details, "I'm currently in a place called the death chamber but can't leave."
"How did you get in?" Christian asked.
"I was surrounded by enemies at the ti. Being captured would have been worse than death. Desperately, I chose to end my life using my Divine Relic, the Netherworld Soul-Catching Saber. I thought I was going to die, but instead, I unexpectedly ended up here. No remarkable discoveries, just a sealed, desolate space. I feel I'll go insane if trapped much longer." Cantona said with a bitter smile, his tone lacking its usual steadiness.
Christian looked at Taurus, realizing his true identity. "Are you a follower of the Grim Reaper?"
Having reached this point, Cantona knew he couldn't hide it from Cancer. "Yes, I was once a follower of the Nether God, but due to the changes in the Divine Relic, I inexplicably beca a follower of the Grim Reaper. I'm not even sure if I qualify as a follower. I'm just trying to survive."
Cantona felt extrely awkward, his devotion was to the Nether God, but he was helpless against the changes brought by the Divine Relic. The Nether God would never tolerate heresy, leaving him no choice but to follow the path of the Grim Reaper's followers, becoming not just any mber but a leader.
"Fate loves to play tricks on the weak. Taurus, try to see the brighter side; at least you're still alive," Christian said. "The feud between the Grim Reaper and the Nether God is related to the secrets of the Fourth Era's Ragnarok. It seems the Grim Reaper is awakening, and Wattan is entering a period of turmoil."
"Mr. Cancer, I don't know about Wattan being in turmoil, but I'm about to be gone. This island is barren except for rocks and so peculiar shrubs. Surviving on the shrub berries and fish caught was possible for a ti, but if this continues, our Round Table Conference will lose mbers." Cantona said.
"Describe the situation there in detail." Christian didn't care for Cantona's complaints, asking calmly.
Left with no choice, Cantona described what he had explored. "There's no sound, even on impact... The seashore is just a small section; outside is a dark green mist of high density, and I don't dare go in deep. I thought I was in so part of the Holy Land. I tried using the Gate of Truth, but there was no response."
Christian thought for a mont and chuckled, "Taurus, what should I say? With your substantial experience, you shouldn't make such a low-level mistake. Think about it. In that place, where would berries and fish co from?"
Cantona had considered it. He suspected the berries might be poisonous, and the fish looked exceptionally odd, with human-like teeth and nearly human expressions in their eyes—a terrifying sight. But hunger drives one to eat whatever, and eating the berries and fish seed harmless. The oppressive silence of the environnt was maddening, not rely loneliness but an inherent inclination towards death within the death chamber.
"I've traversed the entire island with no options available. Perhaps there's sothing wrong with the berries and fish, but I have no other choice." Cantona shrugged helplessly, feeling foolish in conversations with Mr. Cancer.
"Who drove you to choose suicide over facing them?" Christian asked lightly, with a tone of confidence.
"The First Secretary of the Nether God's Court Cardinal Hall," Cantona replied, "I had no resistance."
"So, do you understand?" Christian said.
Cantona felt helpless, not understanding what he should realize after all this.
Seeing Taurus still bewildered, Christian sighed softly, "You didn't successfully commit suicide, nor are you in a real death chamber; you've been captured by that person. Your current situation has two possibilities: either soone used Secret Art to put you in a hypnotic state to locate the death chamber through you, or the Grim Reaper's protective power is hiding you within the death chamber from soul searching. In any case, you're captured, and in the face of absolute power, all small tricks are futile—you are too far apart in strength."
Cantona's pupils widened. After a mont of silence, he stood up, "Mr. Cancer, thank you, I understand now."
Christian watched Taurus, opening his mouth, "You were too careless. I can only judge your current state, but I can't be of much help."
"Death is also a destination." Cantona said, "Goodbye, Mr. Cancer."
"Goodbye," Christian said, feeling uncomfortable for so reason. Though Taurus was a bit dim-witted, he'd been part of the Round Table Conference for so ti; was he going to die just like this? He wanted to offer so comfort but knew it wouldn't fit his aloof image. Taurus had already left.
Christian watched as the stars on the do dimd, and his figure vanished from the Round Table Conference.
Cantona returned to the death chamber. There were no berries and fish; it was all an illusion. He was sealed, and the person capable of such a feat was undoubtedly his ntor, the First Secretary of the Cardinal Hall, Onelamuthi.
And as for breaking the seal, as a student, he knew well enough that the mont he realized, the illusion no longer existed.
Ultimately, it still must be faced.
Cantona felt the space trembling, gradually subsiding. He slowly opened his eyes, surrounded by the familiar rocking and the sound of waves, reminiscent of being on a ship.
Cantona sat up in a spacious cabin where an elegant figure, absorbed in reading, seed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings, making the cabin exude grace as spiritual energy naturally gathered.
Cantona descended from the bed, approached the desk, and respectfully knelt down, softly saying, "Teacher."
The person at the desk lifted their head, revealing a face as perfect as an angel, without traces of age, brimming with solemnity and sanctity.
The First Secretary of the Nether God's Church Court—Judgent Angel Onelamuthi.
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