In the currents, on the beaches, in the sedint of the seabed, on islands large and small, everywhere lay the wreckage of ships and the corpses of dead sailors.
On land, the predominant sights were not vegetation, but layer after layer of graveyards and tombs.
On the largest central island, there still exists a deep, dark "Abyss" akin to the eye of a devil.
That place was once the divine domain ruled by the Abyssal ssenger, the Abyss Lord, the King of Harmful Insects, the Great Red Dragon Abaddon.
If there is a place in the Material World that can be called Hell, it is undoubtedly here!
If one considers the Material World as a great ship sailing on the Sea of Origin Matter, then the Edge of the World belonging to the Land of the Dead is the terrifying hold perpetually shrouded in darkness, full of cockroaches and rats.
Theoretically, this place is a transit ground for all Dead Souls, the main base of Dead Spirit creatures, the final destination for all faithless Undead of the Material World.
The Netherworlds of every tribe and civilization can be found here.
Yes, Byron’s plan is simple.
If the first plan cannot cast the avatars of the two Old Gods back out of the Material World.
Then the alternative is to exile them to the Edge of the World, far from the Material World, far from all humans, a place of dry bones and Dead Souls where there is no "food," preventing the two Old God avatars from continuing to regain sanity in this dead end!
The Edge of the World is the lowest point of the entire Material World.
Though the avatars may have an easier ti returning to the Material World than those Old Gods’ corpses outside, they are still hindered by a myriad of anchors, making the task as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Unless the Spiral Annals completely descends, causing the world to experience a great flood that breaks through the Silver Law, allowing them and the Old Gods’ corpses outside to be washed back together.
Moreover, Byron’s chosen landing spot isn’t anywhere else.
It is precisely a white desert devoid of any water beside the "Abyss," with the secret stronghold of the Abaddon Secret Teachings at the Edge of the World next door.
He hasn’t forgotten that back when the Demon Lord Lorraina led her Phantom Fleet to support the York Family in battle against him, it’s ti to give them so entertainnt.
Call it holding grudges or pettiness, regardless, once a delivery by Westwind Express is made, it is non-returnable, and even complaints are left unread and unanswered.
These two Calamities are definitely being accepted by the Abaddon Secret Teachings!
"Huh? What’s that?!"
Seeing the large desert getting closer and closer, with the avatars of the two Sixth Order Demigods also catching up from behind, Byron was just about to flee.
Suddenly, he discovered a dark-thed fairy tale playground had appeared at the edge of the island within the "Abyss" territory.
Circus tents, parade floats, firework displays, aerial perforrs, castle explorations... all were present.
Endless laughter filled the playground, starkly contrasting with the atmosphere of the Edge of the World.
Atop the spire of a pink castle, a clown was seen holding a bunch of brightly colored balloons, slowly rising into the sky.
He cheerily greeted Byron, making various humorous expressions.
But upon seeing the other’s deathly pale mask, with garish lips like blood, a nose, and filthy colorful curls, Byron felt a chill in his heart, a fear rising from the depths.
Before the Sailing Logbook could read the other’s identity.
Byron saw the clown pulling out a needle from thin air, making a stabbing motion towards him from afar.
The piercing sense of danger imdiately made his scalp tingle, and the next mont, the feeling of fate being interfered with hit him again, his body stiffening on the spot.
Soon after, a blood-red hand erged from the crevice of the Ark behind him, swiftly pulling him inside.
A sharp, manic laughter echoes in his ears:
"The fate of a hero truly is the most amusing toy in this world, so fun, truly so fun, hahaha..."
At this mont, Byron’s mind finally flashed with enlightennt, recalling sothing Dagon had once said:
"[He who cannot even be nad] manipulates the fate of continents’ nations, kings, and even the Church through historical events, and has yet to be countered by fate, proving his tenacity.
So speculate that he might be backed by a complete Demigod birthed after the Silver Era (Chapter 547)!"
Just before being consud by the crevice of the ship’s body, Byron, wide-eyed, fixed his gaze on the enigmatic clown elegantly bowing to him mid-air, yet with the right hand letting go of the balloon and smiling mischievously as he falls, his thoughts tumultuous:
"Fate, Demigod, no wonder with such obvious hints, I never once linked them to this existence.
Instinctively overlooked, it was long protected by that ’traitor.’
—The undying, eternal Zero Level Curse Spirit, of rank akin to the Funerary God, equivalent to a Demigod, the Capricious Joker!"
To the high echelons of the continent, the Capricious Joker is no stranger, this powerful Curse Spirit existing as a terrifying Zero Level presence even before the clown profession erged.
Originally, its prototype was rely a disguised serial killer who used brutal thods to cause a rash of child disappearance cases.
Eventually, he was caught by furious citizens, skinned alive as retribution.
Subsequently, the human skin displayed publicly transford into a cursed object set under the strong resentnt of the Evil Spirit: wig, red nose, and clothing trio.
Thus, the clown’s visage first erged in the world.
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