Chapter 612: Yellow Seal
For some reason, more and more cultists staring at the stone tablet were clutching their heads in pain, and even the strong otherworldly beings couldn’t endure it. Even though some realized something was wrong with the stone tablet, only a few could manage to look away.
“Don’t stare at the stone tablet; your minds will be impacted!” The Pope suddenly shouted. His voice carried special fluctuations that made people’s ears hurt, but it also helped them break free from their gaze on the stone tablet.
“Ugh!” Many people covered their heads, closed their eyes to rest, and dared not look at the stone tablet again. These cultists, having come into contact with some unholy things to varying degrees, possessed a higher resistance to sanity than ordinary people. Such a strong reaction was unusual, and this stone tablet was definitely not an ordinary item.
However, some brave cultists, relying on their strong spiritual power, looked at the stone tablet again. The Pope merely reminded them, “Don’t try to analyze it forcefully; this thing is not simple.”
A cultist who dared not look anymore cautiously asked me, “Saintess, what exactly is this thing? This is definitely not Our Lord’s power; it’s too terrifying.”
Beelzebub’s believers would never mistake their god’s power. In fact, any believer would not mistake it; even heretics could sense that divine power stemmed from the same source. It was like a label that could not be mistaken. This fragment of a building must have had some god’s trace on it, and it certainly wasn’t Beelzebub’s.
“I don’t know either. I only received this item through a Divine Revelation, and the revelation told me to give it to a certain group of people. This is the token.” I placed an item on the table.
It was a dark yellow circle, its material completely unrecognizable. It looked neither like jade, wood, nor metal. The surface was engraved with the figure of a shepherd, and the back had a pile of messy tentacles.
“What is this thing? It’s drawn so bizarrely,” a cultist said uncomfortably, looking at the round seal.
“How is it bizarre? Isn’t this just an old shepherd?” I asked, puzzled. The surface showed an old man holding a shepherd’s crook, and he looked quite kind.
“Haha, Saintess, you jest. The drawing clearly shows tentacles with bones wrapped in a yellow cloak, with these bony tentacles extending from under the hood. Where is the old man?” the cultist said with a dry laugh.
A mass of tentacles wrapped in a yellow cloak? What was he talking about? This was clearly an old man, not tentacles. His description was quite similar to the pattern on the back, a mass of tentacles with bones or chitin.
The image on the back of the round seal felt quite unique to me. Ordinary tentacles were limp and slimy like an octopus’s, but the ones on the seal were not like that. They looked segmented, as if wrapped in a layer of bones, a bit like connected leeches.
“Wait a moment! Do you two see different images? Do you see an old man or tentacles!?” The Pope immediately asked anxiously upon hearing our conversation.
“Uh, I see an old man holding a shepherd’s crook,” the Princess said, and a few others also said they saw an old man.
The majority, however, said they saw a mass of tentacles wrapped in a yellow cloak, while some others claimed to see mysterious, twisted yellow runes.
I suddenly understood: our inspirations were different, and we were seeing different things. This had happened many times between Older Brother Jayad and me, and I had gotten used to seeing things differently from others.
“Damn it! No more looking! Move your eyes away and don’t remember the patterns!” the Pope shouted urgently. Everyone was startled and looked away.
The Pope threw a piece of cloth and covered the round seal. I asked, “Pope, do you know what this thing is now?”
“I do, but we’ll talk about it later. You all, prepare to alter your memories. We must forget about this round disc!” the Pope ordered.
“Is it that serious?” Some cultists were immediately startled by the Pope’s serious attitude.
“The memory of this thing is like a time bomb planted in your mind, ready to be detonated at any moment. If you believe you can withstand the mental shock, you don’t have to change it, but don’t blame me for not warning you,” the Pope said.
“Is this the Yellow Seal?” asked the fly, which was about the size of a person. Its voice trembled slightly, indicating that it was indeed no trivial matter.
“That’s right, it’s that thing. It inscribes divine patterns into people’s memories, which can emerge at any time to reveal their true form. At that point, you would essentially be looking directly at a god, and it’s no wonder your sanity would collapse,” the Pope explained.
“That serious!?” They all clearly understood what looking directly at a god meant—it was a near-death experience, and even if one survived, they would likely become mentally unstable. They immediately took it seriously.
However, as some of them, who possessed memory sealing techniques or other secret arts, prepared to tamper with their own minds, they exclaimed in shock, “I, I don’t seem to remember what that thing looked like anymore?”
Upon hearing this, others frantically tried to recall the round seal I had shown them earlier, but they were all surprisingly surprised to find that they too could not remember. They were aware that they had seen something, but they could not recall the specific details.
“This is the effect of the Yellow Seal. After you see it, it will be buried deep in your memory, and recalling it will only result in blurry images. However, once activated by an outsider, it will suddenly reveal its true form. If you cannot withstand the mental shock at that time, your sanity is very likely to collapse,” the Pope stated.
“Where did such a dangerous thing come from?” the frightened cultist asked. The others immediately looked at him like an idiot. How could he ask such a question? Didn’t the Saintess just bring it out?
“The Divine Revelation only said it was a token. It didn’t say what it was, how to use it, or where to send it,” I quickly replied. The Great Fly had actually given such a dangerous item to me, and I had already seen the round seal many times, and I didn’t know any memory sealing techniques. I was doomed!
“We’ll discuss the Divine Revelation later. For now, let’s resolve the hidden danger in your memories. Alright, done.” The Pope raised his hand and projected an image into the air.
It was a large disc, and on the disc was the shepherd I had seen. The Pope specifically asked me, “Saintess, this is the old man you saw, right?”
“Yes.” I nodded, but why did he project this old man’s image?
“Look here, and look carefully. Remember this image of the old man in your hearts. This is the image the Saintess saw, a relatively safe image. Later, we will use memory solidification techniques to replace the memory of the Yellow Seal with this image,” the Pope instructed.
