Mystery: The Stars Returner

The lively day gradually fades away, and dusk embraces the night, ushering in the night sky. The stars are sparse tonight, and gray clouds cover the falling stars, making the whole night even more quiet.

"Is it okay if we just look at it like this?"

On a small hill not far from the Eternal Sun Church, Miss Frenk held a telescope and watched uneasily what was happening inside the church.

Although her knowledge of the occult was limited, she also knew that evil sacrificial activities were being held in the sacred church that was supposed to be illuminated by the eternal blazing sun.

Basically everyone in the village was involved. Lumian was forcibly tied up, and Aurore was deprived of her mind and the ability to move freely.

"This is just Lumian's dream. In other words, this is a fact that has already happened. Even if you take action now, you can't really change anything." Forsi explained.

We can only be spectators...

Understanding this fact, Miss Frenk raised her foot and kicked the two men and one woman lying motionless on the ground several times.

The three people suddenly found them just now and wanted to expel them from the village. The mysterious Ms. Fors just waved her hand and easily made the three people fall asleep.

"Miss Muggle, you must last until the end." Miss Frenck prayed silently in her heart.

At this time, Forsi discovered that there was the same trio of people on the other side of the Eternal Sun Church. They were the investigation team that came to investigate the anomalies in Kordu Village.

"The believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun are actually very good-natured, but it's just a pity." Forsi sighed with emotion.

Among the members of the major churches she has experienced, the believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun often have a strong sense of justice and a dazzling character like the sun.

Unfortunately, the Eternal Sun has fallen, and today’s Church of the Eternal Sun is no longer what it used to be.

"The brilliance of the sun will always bless those who devoutly pursue the light."

Claude whispered something, which made Forsi feel something different.

The sun, does the true brilliance of the sun still exist?

Forsi did not and did not dare to continue to think deeply.

In the church, Lumian is completely desperate. The only thing he can do now is to find a way to anger them and make them kill him, so that time may fall into a loop again.

"Taste the taste of despair in pain, this is your final outcome." The priest laughed and asked someone to hold a rag to cover Lumian's mouth when he wanted to curse loudly.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Unable to speak, Lumian glanced into the distance. Aurore, who stood still with empty eyes, struggled even harder. He was punched hard in the stomach again, causing him to curl up in pain.

"Keep an eye on him."

After admiring the pain shown in Lumian's eyes for a while, the priest was satisfied and turned away, heading towards the altar.

As he went away, the surrounding villagers seemed to come alive and began to discuss different topics in small groups.

"The constellations are about to change."

"Yes, once the constellation changes, our destiny will also change, and then we don't need to be farmers all our lives."

"Our luck is about to come, and we will all make a fortune."

"I want to find a beautiful woman to marry and have a bunch of kids."

"I'm going to live in Trier. I heard that it is the most prosperous place in the entire Republic of Intis."

……

Amidst the murmurs of discussion, Lumian, who overcame the pain and despair, began to think about the whole story.

What struck him as most incredible was how could that bastard priest remember what happened in the time loop?

Every time a new time cycle begins, he does not reveal anything unusual. In every time cycle, he is very consistent in completing certain things, and never goes beyond the limit.

Could it be that he acted out this deliberately?

This is too scary, no, it is too scary!

At this moment, Lumian fully understood how terrifying the enemy he was facing was!

With such a level of disguise, even the most skilled actor in the world may not be able to perform better than him.

"The only way I can do now is to find a suitable suicide method. As long as I die here, everything will change."

After thinking for a long time, Lumian could only come up with this solution. He tried to enter deep meditation, wanting to accept the gaze of the two mysterious and terrifying beings, and wanting to use their power to make himself collapse and lose control.

But he still failed because his meditation had no effect at all.

At this time, a figure wearing a black robe and a wide hood walked outside the church, with his entire face hidden in the shadows.

His presence gave the priest a respectful and humble attitude.

Lumian tried his best to reverse the direction of his body and looked over, wanting to see what was going on.

"Are you wondering why your meditation failed?"

The figure walked towards Lumian. The familiar figure and the unbelievable voice made Lumian widen his eyes.

When the figure approached, Lumian clearly saw the true appearance of the man in black robe.

He was a young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, with slender limbs, short black hair, and light blue eyes, quite handsome.

This face is extremely familiar to Lumian, because he can see it every day when he looks in the mirror!

This is himself!

"Who are you!"

Lumian spoke in shock, but his words were blocked by a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth.

The man ignored Lumian, but walked towards the priest with a smile, glanced at the sky, and said, "Let's start the ceremony."

"Okay." The priest lowered his head, and then ordered someone to carry Lumian to the altar.

Lumian tried desperately to struggle. Although his body was extremely flexible due to being a dancer, he was still carried to the altar and tied up in the face of the suppression of several strong men.

The ring of thorns flowing with black liquid was shining on Lumi'an, leaving him with no strength to struggle anymore.

In his confusion, he saw Aurore walking in his direction, looking at him blankly.

"The constellations are finally changing!"

"Our great day is finally coming!"

In the midst of the discussion, various scents of gray amber, lilac, and tulip began to spread, and spiritual candles began to light.

Lumian vaguely saw the priest opening his mouth and shouting in ancient Hermes: "The great ring of destiny!"

Thump, thump!

Lumian's eyes were filled with darkness. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, and it seemed as if some scenes he had experienced were slowly being pulled out from the depths of his memory.

His head swelled in confusion, and his heart felt hot, as if something was coming out.

The priest did not pay attention to Lumian's changes, and continued to chant in a pious and enthusiastic tone: "You are the great reincarnation, the destined fate, the cause, the result, and the process!"

Suddenly, the two candles representing the gods on the altar suddenly stretched their light and became the size of a human head.

Inside the church, the sound of whining was heard, and the villagers seemed to have turned into statues. There were faint silvery white and black sarcomas slowly bulging out on their faces, backs of hands and other exposed areas, one after another.

The silver-black light that originally only surrounded the altar spread rapidly in all directions, wrapping the entire church and the entire village inside.

High in the sky, the clouds dispersed, and the crimson moon became darker and darker, emitting an almost blood-red light.

The villagers began to murmur in their dreams: "The constellations have begun to change..."

"Good luck is about to come..."

At the same time, the ring of thorns facing Lumian, flowing with black liquid, began to squirm, and a silver-black eyeball gradually grew.

It is a taboo thing that should not belong to this world. Once it appears, it plunges the surrounding area into an almost absolute forbidden area.

Seeing this scene, the man in black robe and the priest's eyes became even more fanatical, and they knelt on the ground and shouted: "The great ring of destiny!"

"Your devout followers are listening to your oracle!"

The priest was trembling all over. He really didn't expect that such a sacrifice would actually attract the arrival of the gods.

The great ring of destiny, He is sending down a ray of consciousness into that ring of thorns at this moment!

Is this an affirmation of your own efforts?

But soon, the silver-black eyeball quickly retracted into the ring of thorns as if it was frightened, and all the strange phenomena around it disappeared.

"The great circle of destiny..."

Before the priest in charge of the ceremony could be shocked, the ring of thorns flowing with black liquid suddenly exploded, spraying out a foul-smelling black substance that covered most of the church.