After the time disorder event, Palmer did not immediately start his long vacation but continued with the triple trials and then prepared for the promotion ceremony of the Prayer Believers.

These days, life was quite peaceful for them, with no major events occurring, the serene life felt unexpectedly tranquil.

Perhaps due to the prolonged adrenaline-filled lifestyle, this calm period even made Bologue feel a bit surreal.

There were no sudden visitations from Devils, no unexpected attacks from enemies while walking on the street, nor were there any raids on their homes halfway through the night...

When Aimou heard Bologue's description, she looked at him with eyes that seemed to say, "What kind of life were you living before?"

"Promoted to a Prayer Believer? Not bad."

In the office, Lebius commented indifferently, but unlike before, this time Lebius at least glanced at Palmer to show some acknowledgement.

After a period of rehabilitation, Lebius had been discharged from the hospital half a month ago. His arm still required periodic treatment, but regular document processing was no longer an issue.

Interestingly, Lebius had grown somewhat fond of these auxiliary arms.

Now in the office, those arms driven by the Spirit Wolf surrounded him like a humanoid octopus machine, efficiently handling work.

These arms greatly reduced Yuriel's workload, but also added new tasks for her, such as maintaining these auxiliary arms.

"It's been pretty quiet recently, do you guys have any thoughts?" Lebius asked, looking down.

"No work to carry out?"

Bologue ignored Palmer's eye gestures and asked directly.

"Not for now, the Field Operations Department hasn't assigned any tasks, and as for your previous Great Rift patrols, they can be temporarily put on hold."

Lebius did not continue, but Bologue and Palmer knew what he meant; to be precise, this matter was no secret within the Field Operations Department anymore, as all mobilizable action groups had been activated.

After the time disorder event, to prevent any omissions, various action groups cooperated to thoroughly cleanse the Great Rift, eradicating the Calamity-flesh while disposing of numerous Demon corpses into the Sea of Mist.

One might say the Great Rift has never been cleaner, but this cleanliness is only temporary. As long as there are desperados in the world, they will eventually gather in this dark place again... but at least Bologue and the others now had some downtime.

This major cleansing held a deeper significance, one that could be traced back to Bologue's initial patrol task.

On the surface, it was to guard against an Extraordinary Disaster caused by Calamity, but beneath it, this was an act of deterrence against the Tyrant, with the cleansing even sparing not a single bypass, conducting a round of population optimization there.

Moreover, the cleansing also sought traces of the King's Shield Guard. During the time disorder event, the power displayed by the King's Shield Guard had already drawn the Order Bureau's attention. Even more perplexing was the fact that the Third Seat, supposedly dead from the Secret War, was actually alive and part of the King's Shield Guard.

The Special Operations Group had already played its part in the time disorder, and the tasks moving forward were to be taken over by other action groups. When everyone else was busy, these individuals now found themselves idle.

"Is that so?"

Hearing there was no work, a hint of disappointment flashed in Bologue's eyes.

"No, no, no, don't listen to him, we still have plenty of personal matters to handle!"

Palmer intercepted the conversation, aware that it was his time to act. If Bologue kept talking, who knows what tasks he might take on.

Palmer was currently in love with this leisurely life, and he didn't want Bologue ruining it for him.

"We still haven't finished handling the rental issues over there, and isn't Bologue also preparing to be promoted to a Prayer Believer? We're quite busy as it is!"

Palmer rattled off non-stop.

Lebius paused his work, looked up at Palmer, then at Bologue.

In Palmer's pile of excuses, Lebius only cared about one thing.

"Have they set the date for the Sublimation Furnace Core over there?" Lebius asked Bologue.

"Not yet. They've just held the promotion ceremony for Palmer and need some time to remelt the Alchemy Materials."

Bologue continued, "They said my Alchemy Matrix is special and needs special attention."

"Hmm... I'm not worried about your promotion ceremony; you won't die anyway. What's surprising is how smoothly you are getting promoted."

Lebius's gaze fell on Palmer.

Palmer shivered as if his body had been pricked by needles.

In transactions with Devils, when humans lose their entire soul, a ravenous void is exposed, and humans thus transform into Demons.

Those who fall to demons do not inherently possess the ability to implant an Alchemy Matrix. After all, upon losing the soul, the soul—serving as a carrier for the Alchemy Matrix—vanishes without a trace.

If one transformed into a demon in the state of a Condenser, their Alchemy Matrix would remain in the void. Although still possessing Extraordinary Power, without a soul, the Matrix loses its ability to continue growing and advancing.

As Debtors, who have only partially lost their souls, they can implant and promote the Alchemy Matrix like normal people, but due to the incompleteness of their souls, the implantation and promotion ceremonies are filled with unknown risks and are extremely dangerous.

As an Undead, Bologue's soul is in a deficient state, yet the promotion ceremony poses no danger to him; at most, he might die a few more times. But for Palmer, the situation is entirely different.

Palmer could have undergone the promotion to a Prayer Believer long ago, but those familiar with him knew that later Palmer had some minor accidents—Palmer became a Debtor.

Blessing·Gambler.

Due to this blessing from the Devil, Palmer's luck was exceptionally pitiful, not to mention the soul deficiencies of a Debtor, which inherently made the promotion ceremony fraught with numerous unknown risks.

These factors combined made Palmer hesitant for a long time about the promotion ceremony, as stepping into it might mean his unlucky demise on the ceremony platform.

Before undergoing the promotion ceremony, Palmer was so anxious that he considered consulting a psychologist. The Sublimation Furnace Core was aware of Palmer's uniqueness and fully prepared for him.

After all, Palmer was the heir to the Clarks, one of the founding families of the Order Bureau. If Palmer were to die in the Sublimation Furnace Core, it would inevitably be cumbersome to handle.

Belli had been dealing with the Decision Room's investigations during all this, as Lebius, the straightforwardly diligent guy, had indeed reported her embezzlement of funds. She had enough worries already, and for the sake of mental health, Palmer must not die...

At least not in the Sublimation Furnace Core!

The final outcome was cause for celebration, as Palmer made it through and became a Prayer Believer.

"Then go ahead and deal with your personal matters; there's nothing pressing work-wise at the moment, and... Aimou, you stay and take these documents; Sublimation Furnace Core needs you to make a trip."

Lebius gave instructions, "As for you, Palmer, remember to write a report on the effects of your Secret Energy after promotion, we need to document it."

"Okay, okay."

Palmer nodded repeatedly, Bologue and Aimou waved goodbye, and the two of them left the office. Just as they were leaving, Geoffrey walked in.

Geoffrey entered the office, not forgetting to glance at the corridor, watching Palmer and Bologue depart.

Aimou was also preparing to leave, but Geoffrey suddenly closed the door carefully, and when Aimou looked at him confused, a mischievous grin appeared on Geoffrey's face.

Geoffrey, animated, said, "This time I hit the jackpot."

"What happened?"

"The Sixth Group and some Crow's Nest people bet with me; they bet that Palmer, the unlucky fellow's promotion ceremony, would surely go wrong, while I bet it would go smoothly."

Geoffrey plopped onto the sofa, "I made a killing off them this time."

Aimou thought, no wonder Geoffrey waited for them to leave before saying it. If Palmer overheard, he'd surely be mad... or maybe not, Aimou thought it more likely that Palmer would pounce on Geoffrey and demand a share.

Geoffrey went on chatting about miscellaneous things with Lebius, while Aimou quietly left, walking down the quiet corridor, holding a large stack of documents in her arms.

Aimou occasionally felt a sense of vagueness, realizing she had unconsciously integrated into this new life, a smile naturally appearing on her face as she joyfully stepped forward.

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