As soon as the "Wondrous Artisan" potion entered Celine's stomach, it immediately fragmented into countless cold, tiny "creatures," drifting toward every part of his body. Suddenly, Celine's spirit was torn apart, scattered into countless fragments, each merging with a different "spirit creature," so that no longer was there a distinction between the original self and the dominant one. At some point, he found himself immersed in that gray-white mist, and the body beneath his half-high silk hat and black long coat rapidly dissolved, emerging into a series of transparent, twisted worms. These worms swiftly flew deeper into the historical haze, each claiming a distinct "fragment of light" and overlapping with the image of himself within the historical gaps. Within just a few seconds, the space where Celine had been previously was left only with his coat, shirt, hat, socks, leather shoes, and undergarments, now floating aimlessly, stripped of all structural support. "I...” "Who am I..." "Who is me..." "I am the subject..." ...Each of the "spirit insects" passed through different yet similar thoughts, none willing to voluntarily return to the body, instead harboring strong hostility toward the others—only restrained from taking more drastic actions by the lingering mental influence of Kline. At this moment, concentric ripples of invisible movement appeared within the gray-white mist. These ripples were not newly formed; they had always existed within the mist, merely imperceptible against the backdrop of Kline’s overall presence. Yet for a single "spirit insect," they were clearly visible. They represented a historical event reenacted in this age, symbolizing fragments of light from the late Second Age and parts of the Third Age, embodying the two millennia of steadfast resilience of the Silver City amid darkness. This forgotten history has collided with the present age, creating corresponding historical gaps that have rippled outward in waves—waves difficult to describe in specifics. These ripples seem to exert a strong attraction on the "spirits of insects," drawing them one by one to emerge from the fragments of history. After a brief period of stillness, one of the "spirits of insects"—partly driven by patience, partly influenced by the residual consciousness of Kline—finally crawled out of its previous luminous spot and "flew" toward the core of the ripples. Subsequently, one after another, the "spirits of insects" returned from various points within the historical mist, gathering within the luminous fragments of the Silver City's history as it has taken shape in the current age. Once they came close to each other at a certain distance, a powerful cohesive force became evident, pulling countless "spirits of insects" together and merging them into a unified whole. This effect cannot be achieved merely by a few "spirits of insects" approaching each other—it requires a sufficient number to manifest. And when that portion of "spirit insects" reformed into a whole, Klein's fragmented consciousness completed its self-reconstruction, and the situation finally simplified. One by one, those "spirit insects" formed a transparent, immense vortex, radiating a powerful cohesive force that drew in the remaining, hesitant, unwilling-to-return "spirit insects"—those whose distances were not far. Once more than two-thirds of the "spirit insects" had returned, slender, smooth, translucent tentacles began to grow within the vortex. These tentacles extended toward the Second Age, the First Age, and even the prehistoric ancient cities, retrieving the last remnants of "spirit insects" one by one and drawing them back into the vortex. In just a few seconds, the vortex began to stretch, transforming into a terrifying humanoid figure formed by two transparent, writhing worms embracing each other. Tentacles of invisible form naturally extended from the figure's body. The tentacles drew forth the coats, hats, socks, and leather shoes, which were then draped onto various parts of the spectral figure. The spectral figure, composed of countless "spirit insects," gently tapped the hat on its head, causing its translucent quality to swiftly fade, solidifying into a flesh-toned skin, growing short black hair and brown eyes. This was the appearance of Caine Moretti, though now standing at a height of one meter eighty. Only just regaining his self-awareness and reconstructing his spiritual form, Kline hadn't yet had time to examine his current state when he simultaneously sensed two anomalies. One stemmed from the extraordinary qualities fused within his body: a powerful, terrifying, lofty, and utterly irresistible consciousness seemed to awaken, transmitting a rapid succession of vivid images—some conveying the esoteric knowledge of the "Miracle Master," others depicting grand scenes such as dust igniting into the sun and celestial bodies forming—each image bearing the stark, detached, cruel, frenzied, and aloof imprint of a spirit devoid of emotion, swiftly assimilating Kline's spirit and compelling him to undergo uncontrollable transformations. The other anomaly manifested as a succession of deep crimson stars and numerous brilliant luminous points appearing before him: within the stars, the voices of prayers from the Tarot members—such as "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The Moon"—echoed, while the luminous points resonated with the prayers of the residents of the Moon City. Together, they coalesced into an image—a serene, compassionate, all-encompassing, and profoundly hidden presence, veiled in a gray-white mist, gazing down with enduring mercy upon the world. Two distinct anomalies manifested upon Caine, enveloping his left body in a grayish-white mist that revealed only one serene, deep-eyed gaze, while his right body fractured anew, transforming into a cluster of translucent, writhing worms and an eye streaked with blood, pulsing with frenzied intensity. As time passed, the right portion steadily encroached upon the left, gradually compressing the grayish mist to its utmost limits. Caine did not hesitate. With some difficulty, he raised his left hand and summoned from the historical haze a white bone staff adorned at its apex with a sapphire-blue gem. Around the "Ocean God's Staff," one after another, prayer lights spiraled, transmitting their energy through the staff to Caine's body. Instantly, electric arcs surged from Caine's right body, accompanied by intangible winds and phantom waves, which helped the grayish mist resist the encroaching contamination from the left, restoring a delicate equilibrium. By this point, Caine had gradually regained his humanity and memories, restoring himself to the state he was in before taking the magical elixir. He had finally reached the Sequence 2 level, attaining an angelic stature—now truly a "Miracle Master." Although the "Source Citadel" had initially been stirred by his transformation, once he shifted his mindset, all the anomalies settled once more. This proved that he had truly mastered the "Source Citadel," becoming the rightful owner of this "Source Essence." However, he still could not yet assess the full extent of its real-world influence and power. Hmph… Fortunately, I managed to bring the historical representation of Silver City back to reality—enough strength, that is. If the ritual had faltered even slightly, I’d have collapsed here, utterly out of control… Cain raised his hand, gently massaged his temple, and exhaled slowly, gaining a deeper understanding of the Anchor: The Anchor wasn’t merely a tool to preserve his humanity—it primarily served to establish corresponding cognition, positioning, and identity, countering the spiritual imprints within his extraordinary traits, thus maintaining a delicate balance. Under this equilibrium, Cain’s own humanity could only be勉强 sustained, neither significantly compromised by either side. In other words, the deities as perceived by the faithful differ from the true, authentic deities. Without the counterbalancing influence of the spiritual imprints within his extraordinary traits, the image of the deity in the faithful’s minds would gradually overwrite the deity’s true essence. This, too, is a form of pollution. Only at this point did Caine understand why the Great Gods had human statues initially, which later transformed into their divine emblems—this approach prevented devotees from forming a unified image of the gods, allowing the anchors to more effectively counteract the residual primal spirits, rather than gradually transforming the believers themselves. As for why the Great Gods took several ages to discover this principle, while Caine grasped it quickly, there were two reasons: first, he had direct comparisons between the gods' past and present forms, the diary of Emperor Roscel, and relevant esoteric knowledge to draw inspiration from; second, the mythological form of the "Seer" was inherently fragmented and thus highly sensitive to such influences. "This balance is not particularly stable—it often shifts to some degree, which leads to an inconsistent state of mine, occasionally startling those around me. Fortunately, this shift is predictable and can be effectively anticipated and avoided. Moreover, when in this delicate state of equilibrium, it's important to consistently express my human qualities, thereby strengthening my self-awareness in that regard. This seems to be a shared choice among many angels, and the Rosicrucians' indulgence in desires also fits this pattern. Yet, Amun's followers are themselves—how does He maintain this balance?" "Could it be that the mythical beings born with an inherent 'uniqueness' themselves possess a primordial will that has merged? Amun has long grown accustomed to a half-mad state—no, this very condition is his normal state... it is the image that has been unanimously agreed upon by every Amun. This is indeed a promising approach. I could establish a circle of secret figures, each one a devoted follower of 'The Fool,' and embody the divine form as my most authentic self—this would serve as the strongest anchor. That explains why Chalatu and Uan-magulw have so few followers. Ah, once the inhabitants of Silver City have all embraced 'The Fool,' perhaps we can separate the 'Sea God' aspect and make it a distinct identity, no longer serving as the central anchor—this divergence contradicts the beliefs of my other followers and undermines true unity." Klein suddenly had numerous insights, then shifted his thoughts and immediately returned to the gray mist. When he became the "Master of Miracles," became Him, and became the sovereign of "The Source Fortress," he no longer needed to reverse four steps, recite incantations, or have all the Tarot Circle members pray in unison to return here effortlessly. Yet, it seems the "Source Fortress"'s potential still hasn't reached its full capacity—he can still only enter in spirit, not with his physical body. Seated in the place belonging to "The Fool," Caine didn't immediately check for changes in the "Source Fortress," but first assessed his own growth and absorbed the newly acquired esoteric knowledge: "Ah... the extraordinary abilities of a 'Master of Miracles' stem from two aspects: first, a deeper utilization of historical obscurity, and second, the newly introduced core power of 'Wishes.' A more advanced utilization of historical ambiguity encompasses several abilities: First, reviving the past's "spirit insects"—this ability becomes ineffective after four uses; I have already employed it three times, and during the "Miracle Master" phase, it can be used only once more. Upon advancing to the rank of "Mysterious Servant," there should be a corresponding enhancement. Second, exerting a certain influence on the future, thereby increasing or decreasing the likelihood of specific events—effectively interfering with the target's fate. Ah, finally, I have taken control of fortune! Yet, this aspect still falls short when compared to the "Dice of Probability" or Will. Third, the scenes summoned from historical fissures are no longer limited to mere objects—they can now be familiar settings of my own.