The brilliant galaxy vanished in the basement, but Fulen knew that the vision was merely an indicator that the ritual had begun; the actual divination wouldn't be so flashy.
Fulen silently chanted in his heart: "Crystal, oh crystal, please tell me when I should leave."
After repeating it seven times, Fulen closed his eyes.
The Beyonder characteristic of an Astrologer shimmered with light. Subsequently, a part of the diamond-shaped Beyonder characteristic became illusory. Fulen's spirituality told him that the Beyonder characteristic had begun to connect and communicate with the Spirit World. Fulen output his spirituality, which flowed into the Spirit World through the Beyonder characteristic, and the returned information appeared on the crystal ball Fulen had placed.
And now, spiritual revelation appeared on the crystal ball.
A clear blue sky, not a cloud in sight. The scene shifted downwards, and Fulen saw White Maple Palace surrounded by many luxurious villas. Fulen knew this was foretelling that the location was Trier.
This palace, symbolizing the highest authority of Intis, only appeared for a moment before the scene moved on, as if a camera drone was flying high above, looking down on Trier. The scene then abruptly shifted to Fulen's home, where his bedroom contained various timekeeping devices, and a clock was visible in the image.
But the clock flashed by, replaced by a calendar showing January 1, 1184, which was the New Year in this world.
This world has a unified calendar, and although not all cultures have a tradition of new beginnings on January 1st, it doesn't prevent people from treating the first day of the year as a holiday to rest.
Thus, coincidentally, January 1st in this world is called "Creator's Day," an elegant name. The Creator is the source of all things, and this supreme God is recorded in the holy scriptures of all churches. Therefore, as the first day of the Fifth Epoch, it is naturally given a festival symbolizing the Primordial One.
And on this day, it is customary in Trier to hold a grand Creator's Day celebration. Fulen could imagine how highly revered a festival imbued with mythological colors would be in this world, especially since this is the continent's art center, much like Italy in Europe; every festival in Trier is highly anticipated.
Just like that, on January 1st, the image vanished.
Fulen's face turned pale, indicating that this divination had taken a considerable toll on him. Fulen estimated that he could perform at most one more divination, otherwise he might lose control due to excessive spiritual consumption.
After some thought, Fulen decided on this final question: "Is there anyone near me who intends to harm me?"
This time, the crystal ball did not show a concrete image, but instead displayed a mystical symbol, containing a "positive" symbol, a "negative" symbol, and also a symbol representing "chaos."
Fulen glanced at it, tried to interpret it, and came to an uncertain conclusion: there was someone near him who intended to harm him, but it wasn't a subjective, fatal malice; rather, they were wavering, perhaps even conflicted themselves.
His spirituality was already subtly warning Fulen, and his head began to feel a little muddled. Fulen did not persist, but continued the ritual, beginning to end this ritual magic.
As the spirituality on the mystical symbols on the ground dissipated, the air in the basement gradually began to circulate. Fulen pondered the results of his divination just now and said in his heart, "It's time to prepare to leave."
What Fulen meant by leaving was a complete departure, converting everything except the house into money, then depositing it in the bank, preparing to embark on his round-the-world Travel.
Fulen never expected that the round-the-world Travel he had dreamed of in his previous life—no, it should be a North Continent Travel now. In his previous life, Fulen was constrained by his lack of capital to just leave. Even if he sold all his assets, it would only be a fraction of the cost of a round-the-world Travel.
On Earth, gravity was too heavy, causing those dreams of soaring through the sky to plummet to the ground. But now it was different; Beyonders, no matter which world, never lacked money, and it wasn't the kind of job where you worked yourself to death just to earn a meal, nor was it a stable job with a visible end that required various certifications.
Instead, these were mercenary and detective jobs that Fulen had no desire to touch, and had never touched. With this income, Fulen had the confidence to Travel on a budget. Of course, Fulen was also considered a rich second-generation in this life, so no matter what he did, he wouldn't make himself too poor.
After extinguishing all the lights, Fulen returned to the study. Estimating that he truly had no excess spirituality, he began to read an ancient Feysac grammar book. Speaking of which, Fulen's brain speed now far surpassed his previous self; he could achieve long-term memory after reading something two or three times. This was perhaps the intelligence Fulen had never experienced before. Fulen finally understood the feelings of those geniuses.
Before long, Fulen had devoured the preface and the first chapter of the grammar book. Afterwards, Fulen no longer persisted, accompanying his somewhat depleted spirituality and the glow of a student after learning, his head feeling muddled as he ended the day.
...
The next day, clear skies.
Fulen arrived at the Sohier Circus entrance early. This was the first time in his life Fulen had gotten up at six in the morning. After getting ready, he came to the Sohier Circus entrance.
Looking at the Sohier Circus sign outside, Fulen couldn't help but sigh, how incredibly tiring his junior high and high school years were. How did he manage to get up at six every day and keep it up for six years straight?
Thinking of that period when he was most diligent, Fulen began to sing in his heart: "Study hard, study soul, those who study are above all others."
Keeping to the rhythm, Fulen arrived at what could arguably be called his school in this world.
Darlene was still working with the same slacking spirit Fulen had during his previous life's work; as long as no one came in, she was completely absorbed in what was in her hands. The only difference was that Darlene had a magazine, while Fulen in his previous life had a phone and computer.
Upon hearing the sound of shoes hitting the floor, Darlene quickly looked up. Seeing it was Fulen, she nodded and said, "Mr. Laze is in his lounge, the same one as yesterday. Oh, and please bring the black tea and two teacups from the kitchen. The kitchen is at the very end, following the direction towards Mr. Laze. Thank you."
After speaking in a rapid-fire manner, Darlene quickly lowered her head to read her magazine. Fulen thought, "I know this feeling well. Wasn't I like this, seizing every second to look at my phone when I was addicted? It seems that while people can't be generalized, addiction is addiction, no matter what."
Scratching his face, Fulen walked in the direction Darlene had indicated.