Holy Eagle Nest City, Lovec District, where the residents are generally tycoons, prominent lawyers, and legislators, who belong to the upper class. Their residences are mostly exquisite and luxurious, situated in an exceptionally clean, peaceful environment, with even fresher air.

At this moment, deep into the night, within one of the houses that was slightly smaller compared to the surrounding extravagant villas, in a study room by the window, a lady of unparalleled elegance was bent over her desk, writing something.

She wore no jewelry, donned only in a blue pleated skirt with her blond hair tied up, and sporting refined women's glasses. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, exuding a sense of strength and wisdom that seemed to come only after overcoming hardship and the passage of Time.

Yet, at this moment, she appeared to be in a state of sudden fright, as if she had just realized something unspeakably horrifying.

Inside the room, the sound of rustling echoed.

Deep down, the lady clung to a sliver of hope:

"I have other methods, other channels of seeking help. Mr. Tang has always given me the impression of being trustworthy and reliable. Even though I have never met him, perhaps this is a mistaken decision. I should verify some things before notifying him, but I have no Time left. The Knowledge Seeker is failing..."

"Thump thump~"

"Ssshh"

In the tranquil deep of night, the abrupt knocking startled the already agitated lady, her hand trembling instinctively as she set the quill down, sending the incomplete message through the Curios to an unknown recipient.

A pale ghost light, like an eraser, wiped away the ink she had just written on the white paper.

Watching this happen before her eyes, she instantly noticed a trace of "Horror."

A small spot of ink remained on the paper.

It was incredibly minute, nearly impossible to detect without close inspection, and unlike the rest of the information, it was not transmitted to Tang Qi.

"Has the Knowledge Seeker also been blocked?"

Despair and Fear surfaced in the eyes beneath the lady's glasses.

Despite possessing the potential to challenge the title of Great Polymath, she did not hold any Extraordinary Professions, and until that point, her body was no different than that of an ordinary woman.

However, being the owner of the "Curios," she could see its State.

The glaring ink spot, the dimmed ghost light, both confirmed: the Curios had temporarily lost its effectiveness and could no longer send out any information.

Before she could be relieved that the distress signal had been timely sent, the door made of spiral red grapefruit wood behind her was knocked on again, this Time more urgently.

Also accompanying this was a familiar yet chilling voice that made her body tremble uncontrollably.

"Darling, it's Time for bed."

The voice was gentle and carried an attractive magnetism, even a hint of a theatrical accent cherished by ladies and young girls of Holy Eagle Nest City's high society. These usually signified that the voice's owner came from a distinguished family, having studied the most challenging classical dramas from a young age, a mode of education no longer practiced by the newer generations and only popular decades ago. A mature social butterfly would immediately discern that beyond the door stood a charming middle-aged noble gentleman.

Indeed, it was so.

Beyond that door adorned with red, spiral patterns stood a middle-aged man in a white nightshirt. His lips were thin, and there were some wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, but none of these detracted from his handsome features nor the depth and wisdom in his eyes.

He made no effort to hide the affection on his face as his gaze seemed to penetrate the door, directly seeing his "wife," who was in a state of panic.

Soon after, his wife, Rose Roland, hastily tidied herself up, but instead of coming to open the door for him, she took a deep breath, looked toward the door, and adopted a busy, dismissive tone:

"Ah, dear, you go on to sleep. I might spend the night in the study, as you know, I've been researching a new topic."

Her tone was perfect, but Rose still couldn't help the trace of unease appearing on her face.

She knew that no matter how well she disguised it, it was futile.

That "thing" had long known she had become aware.

But it chose to continue wearing the familiar "skin," playing the part of a loving couple, reunited after a long absence.

She felt like an insect caught in a spider's web, unable to break free from this cage no matter how hard she struggled. That thing did not even deign to hide in the shadows, rather it looked down upon her from a lofty position, as though it was playing a game, indulging in her act.

But she dared not stop, nor dared to expose it outright. Although she was not a Transcendent, the deep Knowledge in her mind told her:

"That's an unspeakably terrifying entity, no, It's more akin to an Abnormality from another dimension. It wearing Howard's skin must not be for my sake. It has a sinister plan, and I need to stall It for the Time being."

As the thought crossed her mind, a strange silence fell on the other side of the door.

The excruciating "waiting" commenced—one second, two seconds, three seconds... During this process, part of her consciousness dived into a special area of her mind.

There, several "symbols" were Floating.

Each symbol represented a terrifyingly powerful entity.

This was her final measure prepared as a "polymath."

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