The real opportunity... Pascha, Byers, and Phil felt a surge of delight, as if after hours of walking in the dark, they had finally caught sight of dawn. "What kind of opportunity?" Roy asked, his voice emerging from a state of dazed bewilderment. Klein reached out and gently stroked the surface of the "magic mirror," as if grooming an animal. "Under normal circumstances, everyone assumes that law enforcement is carried out by the police department and official organizations handling extraordinary cases—this assumption is solidified through a series of legal statutes or public perception. But in this case, the rules haven't reached such clarity. "If the gaps in the new rules are defined by the original statutes, regulations, or established procedures, then whenever we commit acts of law-breaking, we should clearly see police officers, 'night-watchers,' or 'substitutes for punishment.' Yet in reality, that's not what happens. "Therefore, the enforcement bodies themselves are indeed vague." Among the four extraordinary beings, Pascha—the one most academically grounded—pondered a moment and then said: "Perhaps the concept of enforcement bodies is inherently abstract, or perhaps it is simply taken to mean the newly appointed magistrate." "The latter is equally unclear, failing to specify who the new consuls are, thus leaving anyone eligible; the former, on the other hand, reflects a failure to fulfill the duty of notification." Kline simply responded in two sentences. Phile frowned and said, "Yet we, too, cannot enforce the law alongside the citizens." "This is achieved through a labeling and exclusion-based division of authority," Kline explained with a smile, "foreigners are the targets of exclusion and pursuit, hence lacking enforcement powers; citizens only exercise enforcement when dealing with foreigners, a status formally established by public announcements." Before Roy and Byers could speak, Kline continued, "Therefore, I used the inherent contradiction within this structure to test Roy, and the outcome confirmed exactly what I anticipated." First, the 'Mirror of Magic' does not belong to either foreign beings or native residents; it is merely an object with a certain degree of intelligence, falling outside the categories defined by the rules. Consequently, in the absence of a clearly established enforcement authority, it theoretically holds enforcement power. Second, it is punishing foreigners—those notices implicitly define the enforcement agents as being precisely those who act against foreign residents. Third, the Mirror itself possesses the authority to impose penalties, and until such rules are declared invalid, it retains that power. Based on these three points, I believe the '0–02' is currently caught in a complex web of contradictions. It will inevitably issue new regulations to clarify the enforcement authority and address these gaps. Once such clarity is established, it will reveal significant information, which will help us identify our targets. "Heh, if '0–02' adopts a prohibition approach, it will certainly limit itself to entities of the same nature as the 'Mirror'—that's absolutely not its first choice." At this moment, listening to Klein's explanation, Roy, Pasah, and the others suddenly felt as though they were encountering someone deeply knowledgeable and exceptionally wise. Could this 'Magician' gentleman indeed be the wise sage known to wander among the common folk in myth and legend? Each of the four extraordinary beings offered similar yet distinct speculations. Just then, the 'Mirror' in Klein's hands emitted a soft, shimmering glow. Within the glow, the silver surface of the mirror reflected the bulletin board. Beneath the original white sheet, two new clauses had quietly appeared: "All enforcement actions must be carried out by the 'Trenzostor Brass Book' or by persons it authorizes. "No private regulations shall supersede formal statutes." Ah—so the 'Trenzostor Brass Book' is the full name of '0–02'? Here's our opportunity!" Klein straightened his expression and immediately entered a meditative state. He had insisted that "0–02" clearly assume the role of official enforcer in order to gather more information, thereby gaining a deeper understanding of the terrifying sealed entity. According to Klein's deduction, "0–02" was, to some extent, connected to a certain primordial substance—much like himself when he had not yet fully become the master of the "Source Citadel." Thus, any deeper understanding of "0–02" would inevitably lead to reverse contamination, establishing a stronger connection. In a sense, the primordial substance itself equaled the past, the ancient deities, and the stars! Klein had originally used these esoteric knowledge-based methods to pinpoint the location of the dark wolf, Cotar, and now he was applying the same principle in reverse. In his view, "0–02" had undoubtedly been more heavily contaminated by the primordial substance than he himself had been—evidenced by the entity's evident signs of instability and loss of control, which necessitated the sealing process. Therefore, the more he learned about "0–02," the greater the contamination would become. Clyne's conjecture has been proven! Precisely because of this danger, he had not shown the new revelations presented by the "Mirror" Arōdes to those four extraordinary beings. While meditating, Clyne quickly sensed an intangible connection to a distant place, an indescribable contamination surging toward him. With a crisp sound, he launched a coin and simultaneously severed the connection using the aura of "The Source Fortress," thereby isolating the contamination. Immediately afterward, a clear image formed in his mind. Clyne grasped the falling coin with his left hand, and as his gloves suddenly became transparent, he vanished from the room and materialized in a hall lined with bookshelves. On the side of the hall facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, there were several rectangular tables; one of them bore a book composed entirely of thin yellow copper. There you are! A gentle smile appeared on Clyne's face. He used the brief connection he sensed to make a divination, then relied on the attractive force between the source materials to make the "transmission" exceptionally precise! ——The Law of Aggregation between source materials allows Klein to accidentally enter this library during a casual stroll and discover this bronze book, but if that happens two days, two weeks, or even two years later, it may be too late to prevent it—provided that "0–02" itself doesn't intervene or avoid the situation. Crack! The fabric on Klein's back suddenly split, revealing streaks of bright red blood. This is the penalty for entering an unopened public area. A whipping! Fortunately, this offense is relatively mild... and at least for the next few minutes, he won't be penalized again—rules grant intruders a grace period to exit. Klein immediately reached out, grasping at the void. He never truly brought forth the image of the ascetic leader, Arianna, because for anyone who didn't believe, historical projections were a form of deception—he merely used this method to transmit his positional information to that "secret servant." For the same reason, Caine dispersed the human skin gauntlet from his left hand. During this process, the bronze book began to翻 pages, revealing one after another of its rules: "…when rationality drops to 20% of its original level, signs of loss of control appear… …'Ancient Scholars' possess the ability to summon images of historical rifts; the success of such summoning depends on their familiarity and goodwill toward the target… … …'The Bronze Book of Trenzost' is the most precious of all things—no living being may touch it without permission, or face death! …No form of alteration may be made to the state of 'The Bronze Book of Trenzost,' or death shall ensue!" “……” These one after another rules made Caine’s eyelids jump with each glance, as though his rationality was steadily slipping away. This caused the “primordial” mental imprint within him to grow more active. “The earlier rules appear in a grayish-black tone, suggesting they are fixed and unchangeable—this implies that ‘0–02’ needs to awaken further. If ‘0–02’ awakens to the point of altering these initial rules, that would be terrifying. It might even reduce my success rate in summoning, and any slight drop in the extraordinary beings’ rationality could trigger a crisis of control. Indeed, we’ve resolved the issue of the ‘Seer’ version being overly powerful—no small feat for ‘0–02’ to have spared this designation. “The later sections appear in a mercury-like hue—this indicates these rules are modifiable or can be expanded?” "It can't be touched or altered in its current state—meaning, neither can it be removed nor directly concealed... Perhaps we could use the 'Staff of Stars' or the 'Box of Ancient Days' to transfer the entire library directly into the stars, sending '0—02' to face the Outer Gods. But if the Outer Gods seize hold of this seal itself, the problem might become far more serious..." Kline hesitated, deciding not to risk the penalty by summoning his '0'-level seal. The very next second, a crisp 'snap' echoed in his ears. Arianna, dressed in simple linen robes and tied with a belt of woven bark, materialized swiftly beside him, her form drawn across by an invisible lash, leaving distinct trails of blood. "The first issue is resolved. Now we must address the second—one that is how to seal this individual." Kline spoke quickly, seizing the moment. He wouldn't be far from facing his second amputation penalty soon. Arianna shook her head: "The relevant records have been destroyed; we can only solve this through trial and error. That's quite risky... we don't know for sure, but someone must certainly understand. A sudden inspiration struck Cline's mind, and his spirit detached from his body, entering the spiritual realm. Through the invisible barrier created by '0–02,' he addressed Patriarch Laryon of the War God Church, who was waiting for the 'curtain' to vanish: "Perhaps we can strike a deal." "Do you wish to seal '0–02'?" Laryon turned to him, chuckling, "Do you think I'll agree?" "I'm genuinely puzzled—why must you sacrifice yourself for the fallen 'War God'? Once you join the Night Church, you can still become an angel, still receive protection, and still live for a very long time." Cline didn't directly respond, but continued. Laryon's expression darkened: "You, a mythical being without deep faith, simply cannot comprehend me." "...As a 'divine entity,' it's quite natural that I don't hold deep faith. Kline couldn't help but mutter this to himself. That's simply what makes me human."