Miracle, in Earth's language, is called a miracle.

In Earth's culture, miracles are divided into two types. One is created by the deities they believe in, by the creation of heaven and earth; it's more appropriate to call it divine power manifesting.

And another type is the extremely small possibility that ultimately leads to an occurrence.

But regardless, a miracle is considered a miracle because, in the eyes of Earthlings, it's a seemingly unbelievable event that happens due to certain reasons and is a low probability event.

Whether subjective or objective.

And a miracle must be incredible.

When the executioner's blade was about to strike Li Aozi, his brain couldn't react at all.

This blade carried the laws of divinity, once executing countless philosophers who betrayed nihilism, and for the void embracers in despair over the status of existence, it opened the gate towards narrative.

It cannot be dodged, penetrates invincibility; as long as it's targeted, even if out of range, it will hit squarely.

Only endure it.

Silent, neither slow nor fast, relentless.

It is so slow, slow enough to be inescapable and feel torturous pain.

It is so fast, fast enough that spacetime cannot react, air resistance and heat do not offer any obstruction.

But just as the blade was about to strike Li Aozi's neck—miracle, occurred.

Clang!

The sound of metal collision was incomparably crisp, like a clear rushing stream swiftly falling from the sky, lightly tapping, shaking, scattering on the ice cap, finally spilling out a clear silver light.

"...Oh?"

The executioner Hamarjalay tilted his head:

"This is truly unexpected."

His surprise was not because someone blocked the strike.

But the person blocking the strike was somewhat...

As the silver light scattered, a thin man with gray hair, draped with a tattered cloak appeared in front of him.

「Mashigang's protection indeed, I am deeply grateful, you finally understood the use of this ring.」

The man held the gleam of the blade with one hand, like holding a tray of pizza, steadily, his lazy and resentful voice slowly rising, his tone hoarse and low, with a faint electrical feel, like sounds from an old radio.

Pa!

The man crushed the gleam effortlessly, slowly turned his head, looked behind at the bewildered Li Aozi, sneering:

「How? You don't recognize me? Well, after all, I shouted at you from inside the ring for months, and you didn't respond, now you surely don't know who I am, right?」

"You are... you mentioned the ring?"

Li Aozi froze, took out a simple and old ring from his pocket — previously pure color had faded, showing a complex hollow structure like a ghostly orb.

Just by touching the surface, a peculiar and familiar feeling arose.

Intimacy.

Like the soil and air of one's hometown, although there's nothing special, Li Aozi really felt a sense of ease and intimacy from it.

"Is this... primordial soil?"

「Yes and no, strictly speaking, this thing is rarer than primordial soil, it's a material used in forming the Origin Six Pathway Lords when opening the Beyond-Abyss battleground — Clustering Ethylenes. Formerly, Mass Abyss relied on special environmental advantages to cultivate some remnants, but very soon all were divided by the Ascenders of Narrative Civilization.」

The gray-haired man explained:

「Surely you haven't seen this stuff, because it's from Earth. Outer Society retrieved it from the West Coast of California in the United States of America in 1964. In that dimension, demons have turned Earth into their purgatory seedbed, this is one of our few frontal wins over the secret.」

Li Aozi raised his head, looked at the man:

"So, you are the one sealed in this ring."

「Yes, it's me.」

The man shrugged, uncovered his cloak, revealing an old face, his neck completely hollow, along with a precise and complex machine structure and metal muscle, pulsing like a real living being.

As he unreservedly revealed his true appearance, an intense and sharp aura emanated from the man, as if the whole world was rejecting his existence.

「Speaker of the [Mechanical World Society], also formerly a God Embracer under Leoz — Mechanical Holy Father Meganeroz.」

"Whew–!"

Hamarjalay whistled, interrupting their conversation, poking the ground with the tip of his knife, friendly hinting:

"I don't recommend you guys breaking the ice ceremony now, because I'm still here — though, it's quite rare indeed. A Speaker of [Society] friendly interacting with civilians from Starry Abyss Side."

「Hmm... true that.」

Meganeroz tilted his head, crosshair in his eyes locked on Hamarjalay, suddenly realizing:

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have totally forgotten you!"

After stating, Meganeroz immediately stiffened, stood upright, saluted the other.

"Thank you, Comrade Young Master Haral!"

"Sorry, my name is Hamarjalay." The executioner carefully corrected.

"Alright, Toad Add Dishes."

"Hamarjalay." The executioner laughed: "I could keep correcting you forever, but your status won't last long, right?"

"You guys are really lacking in taste, Starry Abyss creatures."

Meganeroz spread his hands, looked at Li Aozi:

"Do you smoke?"

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