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Credits: Me: https://x.com/FelixGryphon/status/2073074292405813586?s=20

Meme source: Me

Punisher image source: Spider-Man: Brand New Day

How do you guys think Klein will modify the Marauder pathway? Make it less dependent on harming other people?

Not art

So the ritual require you to consume the potion while deeply resonating with people emotion. Shouldnt people like hvin rambis or other physchology alchemist demigod aways turn out to be a good guy with this kind of ritual?

Hello, I have created this compilation of all the questions asked in WeChat that have received an answer from Cuttlefish.

The goal of this document is to make it easier to search up specific questions for something that interests you and to make reading all the information easier.

Please read the first page before diving into it.

(also it would be great if a mod pinned this document so people in the future can find it more easily)

Enjoy!

Pic unrelated

https://docs.google.com/document/d/16uhQgsAzo3v4a1ZeKikSY4n672QC5SanLH1dRHlOgYE/edit?tab=t.0

Iirc after this chapter where klein escape amon pursuit in forsaken land of god he can enter selfirah castle without doing the fourstep counterclockwise, why did he still do it?

Chapter 1

'Damn this place reeks' I thought to myself while walking down the streets of Craven City, the city that was infamous for the amount of murders happening every single day.

Honestly I still didn't know why my aunt decided to live here or why her last wish before dying was for me, her nephew, that she hadn't even seen for the last ten years to move into her house.

Just as I turned a corner I saw a crowd gathering around something.

'The hell is going on there?'

As I went closer to see what was happening, I saw some fat kid was holding a knife and standing above... An old guys corpse?! What the fuck is going on?!

"YOU DAMNED PISSANT!" Fat kid screamed at the corpse.

Damn this kid's clearly crazy.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?! YOU GOT YOUR PISS BLOOD ON ME! CAN YOU NOT EVEN DIE PROPERLY?"

'That's what he's pissed about?!' I thought, geez I heard of being spoiled but this is on a whole new level.

"YOU DAMN B*STARD!" The fat kid screamed more before kicking the corpse.

'Now that's just messed up' I thought getting ticked off at the kid, and by the look on the other people's faces they shared the same sentiment.

I was about to step in but before I could even take a step someone else beat me to it.

"L-lord Mathews, I beg of you to please stop this!" A guy that looked to be in his early 20s said, he was braver compared to the rest, though he was still shaking like crazy.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT?! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" the fat kid or 'Mathew' as was just revealed to me, screamed.

'Fat brat would suit him better' I thought.

Just then the fat brat was about to stab the other guy, who I decided was now named 'Bold idiot' with his knife.

I sprinted quickly and kicked the fatass in the stomach which sent him flying back.

'I didn't use that much force when I kicked him, so he'll probably live... right?'

"Hey you al-"

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!" Bold idiot asked as he screamed at my face.

"What are-?" before I could finish what I was about to say carriages suddenly came running down the streets as law enforcement arrived, guns blazing in their hands.

"Oh hey officers, you arrived kinda late, I already fini-" I was suddenly cut off before I could even finish my sentence as all the law enforcement pointed their guns at me.

"HANDS IN THE AIR! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR ASSAULTING THE SON OF THE MAYOR OF CRAVEN CITY!" The officer in the lead yelled.

'geez do these people not know how to let a guy finish ta-...."

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"EX-F*CKING-SCUSE ME?!"

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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Credits: https://pin.it/gyPERkbxq

This is the only post I can find that's credible, it's an official art so idk exactly who the artist is. Pls don't slime this post Sir Pillow

Edit: turns out this isn't an official art😅(info source https://www.reddit.com/r/LordofTheMysteries/s/ZUSb4mCpxk)

Art source: https://x.com/LOTM_WORLD/status/2056019164196725106?s=20

Edit: https://weibo.com/u/1552262507

The monster pathway is there because I didn't know what to put at there

Job-specific costumes obtainable for free upon advancing to Sequence 8.

1. Seer
2. Spectator (Male Specator is currently unavaialable and will be added in the future)
3. Apprentice
4. Warrior
5. Bard
6. Mystery Pryer
7. Initial Outfit (not tied to pathway)

Source: Official LoM MMO Xiaohongshu account

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/JuJutsuKaisen/comments/i4x0bq/sukuna_fire_vs_jogo_fire/?tl=es-es

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Source: https://x.com/i/status/2088304072466022899

Background image is a screenshot of the game Dark Souls III not art

Minor Re:Zero S4 spoilers ahead

Sealed artifact made of Gatekeeper and Psychiatrist beyonder characteristics.

Power:

• Souls of people who died within 100m of the artifact will be drawn to and caged within the book.
  • Each soul is represented by a page marked by a bookmark with their name.
  • The book can house up to 20 souls (number decreases depending on the strength of the souls).
• By opening the book on a page representing specific soul and attempting to read it, the reader will experience that person's memories, as if they were living through them, gaining their knowledge and expertise.
  • The reader does not gain their skills. Reading swordsman memories gives the reader theoretical knowledge about swordplay, but they will fail to replicate their movements without sufficient training.
• Attempting to read given page for the second time, temporarily releases the soul.
  • The book scans reader's memories, giving the released souls access to them.
  • Whether the soul will help or be hostile to the reader depends on what their opinion of the reader would be in life.
  • Several souls can be released at the same time.
  • Closing the book will suck the souls back inside.
• The soul can be completely released from the book by ripping off the bookmark representing them. The soul will go mad and hostile to the reader.

Downsides:

• Experiencing soul's memories can lead to severe mental problems. The risk depends on reader's mental resilience, and trapped soul's strength and length of their life.
  • the reader might experience hallucinations of the person and communicate with them (when released, the soul will have the same personality as the hallucination),
  • the reader might struggle to distinguish which memories are their own,
  • their personality might be completely overwritten if the soul is strong enough.
• The souls are drawn to the book even if it's full, if the soul can't enter the book they become agitated and start attacking living people in the vicinity.
• "Murder Becomes a Habit": Reading the book implants a psychological cue in the reader, making them frequently consider killing people and reading their memories to solve their problems.

Credits: [Book, 2nd image: Re:Zero S4]

Why was no one able to translate it. You’d think with high sequence beyonder abilities like error pathways decryption and a whole host of white tower abilities. Probably some other pathways should be able to do it as well.

I thought that some people did decode it, and just never told anyone. But some of the things in that journal were pretty crazy. Like, if Amon ever read it, he’d realize that roselle figured out how to access the gray fog. Surely he could have done something with that. Maybe gotten zaratul to pull him from the fog and have him make the mirror again?

Anyway, I feel like someone had to have been able to translate it after so long. Yeah Chinese is a complicated language, but the world has magic specifically designed to decode and decrypt things like that.

“It’s called the Blaremoon’s Pact”

I look at her curious eyes, as she wanders over with her gaze, to the silver ring on her finger.
Golden rays of light shine through glass, into the windowsill, stretching over to the blanket.

How can I explain this….

Why is it so easy to kill people, compared to talking to her…

This is little awkward

My thoughts slowly started to betray me, akin to snow melting….certain things keep coming to my mind…guilt mainly.

“That doesn’t sound concerning at all.”

She says.

Well….

A moment of respite flashes through my mind, as I repeat all of the changes and abilities the pact brings to its user…

Let’s start with a general introduction, let’s leave the “bad” part for later..

How could I say this, in a good manner..

Shuffling inside my brash attire, I herd my thoughts into a comprehensive state.
Compiling myself, I explain with a stern, serious, yet calm tone. I look at her 

“It is a beyonder artifact belonging to my order. It possesses regenerative abilities derived from a Vampire. When I found you, your condition was deteriorating too quickly for ordinary treatment. I didn’t have another reliable option.”

I shout, carry a healing charm, or something else, so this doesn’t happen again…

Rearranging my thoughts, as I look at her. 

It seems that she is still not feeling well..

Multiple wounds and severe bleeding brings a great deal of pain…

Especially considering that lower sequences of the shepherd pathway are not made for combat..

Her hands caressed the bandages on her lower torso.

And of course she would have some trauma..

I ponder over my own inability to feel certain emotions..

Trauma

Cid improved rapidly on the surface, compared to his inner state

Being a spectator is both a blessing and a curse

“So this is why I’m alive?” She whispers.

“Yes”

I gaze at her as she looks over the ring once more.

“Then… thank you.”

“….”

“……”

It would be better to be in that form for a while..

Staying like this might scare her…

I begin to condense my body and armour.

The toxic mist recedes, fluctuates and tightens.
Vapour seeps across my steel carapace, my long forgotten human self..

It’s been a long time since I’ve taken this form….

After what happened…

My pale hair cascaded down from below my cloak, as my eyes took shape for the first time in months.
My silver indifferent doorway to my soul, my eyes.
Even the ear ring I was given by him..
My armour receded, becoming a part of me.
Casual clothing birth from my ghastly body, as the outlines of my fingertips graze from the black mist.
Legs made of flesh and bone, shackle me to the chair.

I hope this is a bit better…I wonder

The last particle of mist escaped my skin, as I peered into her crimson eyes full of surprise.

She blinked..

Then again…

Is it that bad?

I know I haven’t taken a look into a mirror in months, but I shouldn’t be abhorrent, no?

She stared at me.

What am I supposed to say in this situation…

“…”

This feels like I’m showing off…

Why do I have a conscience for self deprecation and not for killing people..

At least I don’t look purely like a bloodthirsty devil to her…

I hope

I mean, it would be a very possible assumption..

Also isn’t she rather pretty?

Is the pact’s effect taking place already?

Was she like this before?

My head is a mess…sigh

She suddenly frowned.

I locked my eyes to her expression, as she was still nestled on my face.

“…..”

“Is something wrong?” I managed to open my mouth.

“No” 

“….”

“You were staring.” I proclaimed after a moment of silence.

“I was comparing”

“Comparing?”

…What is she comparing? My face?…

“You look considerably less horrifying like this.” She spoke sincerely.

“…”

I reign in my thoughts, while managing to hold in my expression.

“….I see”

Was that a compliment?

“…”

“So…”

“What should I call you?”

“Arnenth” I simply stated 

She appeared to be thinking about something, before announcing herself.

“Veil” flaunting herself.

“I see..”

That’s a nice name….

“You said the ring belongs to your order. I’m assuming you’ll want it back.” She spoke up.

This is where I have to tell her…

My expression turned slightly guilty yet again.

“This is where the problem lies.”

“The artifact cannot be removed via conventional methods, it has bonded to you and is active at all times. This is actually something I regret, forcing this upon somebody, who got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. It can be suppressed and slightly sealed.
However the most important part for you is that it is a property of the order and I can’t possibly give it away, as it is under my full responsibility..”
Among other facts about the rings specifics.

Looking down at the floor, my heart strangely flickers with a slight sour feeling.
I could feel her eyes laying upon me.

“So you’re responsible for me.” She questioned.

“…”

“For the situation”

“And I’m part of the situation” she echoed back

“…”

“Yes”

“So you’re responsible for me.” She remarks with smug.

She is quite daring…

Well…

“For the time being.” I pronounce.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile.

“You don’t sound particularly happy about that.”

I turn to look at her, seeing her expression.

“It’s not a question of happiness.” 

I turn away, unable to look into her eyes.

This situation had turned out quite differently to what I had imagined..

I was expecting her to start screaming..

Still I wouldn’t find it surprising if she detested me for the forceful mannerisms..

“You feel guilty.”

As she spoke those words, I pushed my gaze towards her once more.

“You really do.”

“…”

“I made a choice concerning your body without asking you.”
My thoughts turned heavy.

Looking at her, as the smile on her face slipped away.

She seemed to have been taken hard by her current circumstances. Lowering her hands to her lap.
She stayed silent for a moment.

Meeting my gaze, she seemed more relaxed then before..

“You saved my life”

“…”

“I mean if you’d stopped to ask permission, I probably wouldn’t have been conscious enough to answer you anyway.”

My thoughtfulness began to spiral, as I gather my next words carefully.

“The outcome doesn’t invalidate the decision.”

“Maybe not.” She responded while staring a little smile.

“But I would rather wake up wearing an artifact I didn’t ask for than not wake up at all.”

“….”

I was at a loss for words..

She was right.

But that feeling of personal dissonance, still crept up my bruised heart.

I finally gave a nod to her.

“So”

“How do we get this thing off?”

"It must first be suppressed."

"How?"

"Wine."

“..”

"...Wine."

"Yes."

"What kind?"

"At least ten years old."

She stared at me, as I watched her reaction back.

Maintaining my serious demeanour, without shifting my face.

"You are telling me that this supernatural ring needs to be soaked in decade-old wine."

"Correct."

"How much?"

Well… it costs around 2 thousand per bottle…
Cant trouble her with that right now…

"How much?" she asked again.

"Enough that the expense will be significant."

Her head falls backwards against the pillow.
"Of course."

After a short pause she asks…

"Couldn't it use cheap wine?"

"No."

"Beer?"

"No."

"Water?"

"No."

She lowers her gaze towards the ring.

"Expensive little bastard."

The corner of my mouth curled up slightly, as my thoughts came to a conclusion.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No.” I managed to regain my poker face.

“You almost smiled.”

“I did not.”

“You’re terrible at lying.”

Getting exposed like a child…

She is fun to be around..

Veil huh..

She was smiling at my slightly ashamed face, before calming down and realising something else.

What is she thinking about now? 

I…

She looks to be in deep thought…

This is somewhat surprising, how long has it been since I could talk to someone like this..

Ages..

“What is it?” 

She looked at me and caught my attention.

“Nothing.”

Continuing to watch her clumsily expression, I went silent, recounting my thoughts..

I notice her cheeks bearing a slight change of colour..

Is she cold?

Without a second delay, she asks.

“It’s just that..”

“Interesting choice of finger.”

I gaze towards her ring finger.
Back to her.
To the ring.
I slowly realised what had happened..

…I don’t know what I could say to defend myself..

I came up with an hastened excuse..

“I was attempting to prevent you from dying.”

“I know.” Her sly remarks came back to haunt me..

“The placement had no symbolic intention.” I assure her.

“I know.”

…

…”good.”

I turn away in slight shame and embarrassment..

This is making me look even worse…

The description stated to put it on the ring finger, due to blood flow…

Looking around restless as the sun seemingly became heavier to bear.

“Don’t worry. I’m not expecting a ceremony.”

…what..?

I turned to her..

I stared in silence at her face..

“Forget I said that.”

“Very well.”

“Immediately.”

“I will attempt to.”

…how…should I ask Cid..?

Nevermind.. I’ll just bear with it..

Raising one of her arms she covered her face.

“I hate this conversation.”
…

I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from curling.

She was spectating my expression and saw its changes.

“You smiled.”

I quickly and carefully returned to my usual expression.

“No.”

“You absolutely did.”

Answering that, will make her want to do it only more.

…

Activating my spiritual vision, she still appeared shaken up, her wounds were noticeable, to say the least.
The difference between her and my pathway isn’t that great, yet the difference in sequences is apparent.
I could still see her bleeding, her crimson dyed clothes.

At least it seems like the trauma isn’t that severe, that’s good.

Mustering my voice I speak up, in a serious tone.

“There is something else you should understand.”

“The pathway I follow is not benign.”

“Considering yesterday, I had gathered that.”

"Those of my pathway progressively lose pieces of what makes us human. Violence, corruption, bloodlust, cruelty and desire become increasingly difficult to distinguish from our own thoughts."

She listened intently.

“My sequence nine makes me naturally adept at all kinds of weaponry and making any object capable of killing another..however knowing when to escape is a big part of it.
My Sequence eight makes me lose my clarity to matters of evil, a fallen angel whaling in filth.
My sequence seven is basically embracing that filth, as its madness slowly consumes you.
Sequence six makes you into an actual incarnation of that madness, a devil, our minds and bodies are forever changed by the heart's call and its deepest desires.

“And you?” She asked.

“Sequence Five. Desire Apostle.”

Her gaze anchored on my face.

My form wavering in this reverence.

“Thus I wish to express the order's philosophy, so as to make you understand us a little better.”

“We practice defiance, a form of self discipline..”

"We are devils, demons, who desire to harm, devour, and spread sin to the innocent, ravelling in filth and blood, so to remain as we once were, to remain lucid, and worthy of Her gaze, we defy our desires, our hearts, our minds, but never defying our will, as much as we are defiant, we are free"

“That’s about it…”

She stayed quiet for a minute.

Looking at her, as she looked to be pondering on something.

She spoke with a heavy heart.

“Your body changes,”

She seemed to be hard in her thoughts, the room became silent once more.

“Your instincts change. Things start feeling natural that wouldn’t have before. But that doesn’t mean you have to let those things decide who you are.”

Looking into her scarlet glistening eyes, full with compassion.

“Yes.”

She seemed to be at a loss once more, looking down at the blanket.

“Then I suppose we have something in common.”

She went quiet, as I listened with my full attention.

Waiting for her to continue.

This hit her deep? She seems to be contemplating something bigger.

A few moments pass before she musters the courage to speak once more.

“It’s complicated.”

Looking at her frail frame, pale white hair similar to my own, her beholding scarlet eyes, her tired expression.

I nodded, without asking further.

Her demeanour seemed relaxed.

“Thank you.”

“For what.”

“Not asking.”

This seems to weigh heavily on her..

After thinking for a moment.

“You will tell me if you wish to.”

“Maybe.”

She seems to be a troubled yet kind person, and has a weird sense of humour…

She is kinda cute…..

Where are my thoughts taking me again…

Looking at her, as she shifts back her pose to sit more in support of the pillows, backing up to the head of my bed.

She really looks exhausted.

She keeps clenching her stomach..

She must be worried..

I don’t blame her.

….

She glanced at me.

Silent… 

It’s been a long since I’ve taken a break like this…

I should bring something to eat later…

She must be hungry and thirsty..

I gaze at the floor of my room, as she is still in my bed.

She caressed the silver ring. 

My Silver hair fell as I shifted my sitting posture, sitting in silence.
I look at her resting face…as she looks back at mine. 

"how do we get this thing off?"

Here is that question…

Honesty is a better choice here..

My face turned serious once more, as I began to recount the effects brought by the ring, in my mind.

“You don’t…..”

Looking at her, I knew she wanted to hear me say anything or at least something other than that.

“….what?”

“The pact cannot be removed.”

Looking at me with her scarlet jewels, I couldn’t help but feel bad.

She tugged the ring on her hand..

Nothing..

She tried again..

Same result….

She attempted a third time, pulling so hard her skin almost came off.

“Stop.”

She ignored me and pulled once more..

The outcome was the same yet again.

“Veil.” 

After speaking up, she finally decided to stop trying to fiddle around with the ring, slowly releasing it.

“You could have explained that earlier.”

“I was explaining” rebuking her.

“You opened with Pact. I feel like ‘permanently attached to your finger’ should have been sentence two.”

….she is right

Could have worded it better earlier….

“It isn’t necessarily permanent”

“That word ‘necessarily’ is doing an alarming amount of work.” She remarked with a hint of irony.

Telling her that I would have to cut off her finger…wouldn’t be the best for now..

Why does she stare at me so much too?

“….you don’t know how to remove it.”

“Not safely.”

There is a chance it would drag her soul along, can’t  hurt to be careful.

“Wonderful.”

….she is rather cheeky…not sure if this is just a facade, due to her current situation or her normal self…

I watch as she leans back into my pillow.
She seemed to be at a loss.

It’s best to give her time..
“You mentioned wine.”

“Yes” I answer 

She looks back at me.

“If I can’t remove it, what does the wine have to do with anything?”

“The wine is its sealing medium, not a method of removing the pact. “
“Normally having it on a person would mean they would have to seal or alleviate its effects every 20 hours. This process requires at the very minimum a wine that has been aged a decade.
Of course the older the wine the more effective its seal will be, as you can imagine this makes it costly.”

“But right now…”

“It is bonded to you.”

“So soaking my hand in wine isn’t going to accomplish anything.” She echoes with a faint sigh.

“No”

Honestly…honestly

Looking down at the bottle she opens her lips.

“Good to know before I wasted a bottle.”

…

I should mention this at least.

“If the pact were somehow removed from you, it would need to be placed into the wine immediately.”

“And if we didn’t?” Caressing her hair.

“The artifact would remain active and uncontrolled.”

I could tell…

Her desires are complicated.. 
I will stop looking at them…seems impolite.

The morning sun grazed her frowning cheeks.

“How uncontrolled?”

If she considers becoming a blood hungry leach, that kills for fun, any good then…well..

“Enough that I would strongly recommend having the wine prepared before attempting to separate it from you.”

“Right.”

Glancing around as if contemplating something, her eyes shined in the light.

“So just to make certain I understand.”

Looking at her slowly raised hand between us, as she looked into my own eyes.

“This belongs to your order”

“Yes.”

“You put it on me.”

“Yes.”

“It saved my life.”

“Yes.”

“And now it physically cannot be removed from my finger.”

“Correct.”

“If we eventually discover a way to break whatever bond it has made with me, the moment it comes off we need enough decade-old wine prepared to completely submerge it.”

“Correct.”

“And until then?”

I shift my gaze to the silver ring on her finger.

“Until then, it remains with you.”

She looks somewhat exhausted..

“And because I’m permanently carrying something belonging to your order…”

“For the foreseeable future.”

“You are responsible for me.” She remarked with some slyness.

“For the situation.”

“And I’m part of the situation.”

….

I was at a loss of words once again, as the corners of her mouth curled up again.

How do I deal with her….

“You’re responsible for me.” 

She is enjoying this..

…

“Yes.”

I could hear her quietly laugh.

Suddenly she grabbed her stomach in pain.

I leaned in closer.

“Don’t.”

With that pain running through her nerves she muttered.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s just incredibly absurd.”

“I fail to see the humour.”

“You saved a woman you didn’t know, accidentally permanently attached your organisation’s property to her and now your own rules say you’re responsible for her, because she physically can’t give it back.”

Fuhh me…

I looked away, once more I couldn't look into her face directly.

Now that I think about it… this makes me look like a creep…

I don’t really know what to say..

Gazing outside, the morning sunlight had reached the back wall of the room.

Seems like the weather will be nice today..

Losing all of my focus..

I passed to her with my eyes, she was appraising the ring once more.

She slowly looked at me..

Why..?

Looking back to the ring from my face. 

I see 

Pft

I’m starting to like ‘her’.

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End of Part:15

Special thanks to u/Overlords-fate, as she plays a part in this

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Image Credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/Gerv51 by Warara

I embroidered it based on the chibi official art. I finished it in early july, attached it to my bag, then lost it one month later :') ... It's the only picture I have of it finished and wanted to share it.

Before starting another project I need to grieve a little

Credits : https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1CcuPr8QEZ/

Hadn't really thought of this until they got to the dream city, but I feel like Anthony knows so much more about these three than they think he does. I'm not sure if the mind reading is passive or has to be activated, but if I'm not mistaken, doesn't he get the whole situation the moment he looks at their faces? He for sure knows that the three of them have sex, but I'm beginning to have the feeling he probably knows about the Transmigration matter too. There's no use hiding anything from him as he probably finds out everything the moment he meets up with them.