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Chapter 850 Requirements To Enter

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As Fein walked through the demon district, taking in the peculiar sights that surrounded him, he couldn't help but find a strange beauty in the ugliness of the demons' appearances. Their twisted forms and jagged horns intrigued him, and he appreciated the uniqueness that each being possessed. The snarling faces and fierce expressions seemed to hold a raw power, reflecting the untamed spirit within.

Lost in his own thoughts, Fein strolled along the cobblestone streets, the sound of his footsteps blending with the distant roosters' crowing. The colorful facades of the buildings provided a temporary respite from the weight of his dreams, captivating his attention and offering a momentary escape.

Amidst his exploration, a figure caught Fein's eye—a woman draped in a flowing pink robe, her face adorned with a rainbow of makeup. Intrigued, he approached her cautiously, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism evident in his expression.

The woman extended her hand, revealing a deck of tarot cards. Her voice, laced with an air of mystery, beckoned Fein closer. "Wanna know what the cards have to say, hon? Let me unveil a snippet of your future."

Fein's skepticism battled with his curiosity, but ultimately, curiosity won out. He nodded, signaling his agreement to the divination.

With fluid movements, the woman shuffled the deck, the cards whispering secrets as they slid through her fingers. She deftly placed them on the wooden table before them, the vibrant illustrations catching Fein's eye.

Her gaze locked onto his, her words carrying an aura of gravity. "Ready to take a peek into the unknown, sweetheart? The first card—The Fool."

Fein furrowed his brow, his intrigue growing as he examined the image of a figure standing at the edge of a cliff, oblivious to the risks below.

The woman's voice grew solemn as she began to interpret the card. "The Fool signifies a fresh start, darlin'. It's the beginning of a new chapter in your life, filled with risks and unexpected discoveries. The path may be uncertain, but the rewards? Oh, they can be damn grand."

Fein's expression shifted, a mix of contemplation and determination washing over his face. The symbolism of the card resonated within him, intertwining with the mysteries that plagued his dreams.

The woman's smile held a touch of admiration as she gathered the cards, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Best of luck on your path, hon. Remember, the answers are out there. You just gotta have the guts to find 'em."

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As Fein soared through the vast expanse of the sky, the clouds swirling beneath him, his mind dwelled on the enigmatic meaning of "The Fool" tarot card. The words of the pink-robed woman echoed in his ears, each syllable carrying a weight that stirred his thoughts. He furrowed his brow, his expression shifting from curiosity to contemplation.

The greenish hue of the sky added an ethereal backdrop to his introspection, its otherworldly glow casting an eerie yet captivating ambiance. Fein's gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his eyes deepened.

With each passing moment, the symbolism of "The Fool" card began to unravel in his mind. It represented a leap of faith, a journey into the unknown with an open heart and a willingness to take risks. The figure on the card stood at the precipice, ready to embark on an adventure unburdened by past experiences or preconceived notions.

Fein's lips curled into a thoughtful smile as he connected the dots, understanding that "The Fool" was not a sign of naivety or foolishness, but rather a call to embrace the unexpected and trust in his instincts. It spoke of uncharted paths, hidden knowledge, and the possibility of great rewards awaiting those willing to step into the abyss.

His shoulders straightening as the understanding the divination enlightened him. He no longer saw himself as a mere pawn in the grand scheme of things but as an active participant in his own destiny. The Fool's journey was one of self-discovery, of shedding inhibitions and fears, and allowing oneself to be guided by intuition and spontaneity.

The Fool's path beckoned him, offering a chance to break free from the constraints of his past and explore the uncharted realms of his own potential.

'Well, time to visit those Rebels!' Fein grinned.

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As Fein arrived at the Rebels' base. He had made the decision to reveal his true identity, the one who had covertly aided them in their triumph over the high-ranking devils and demon lords. The Rebels, were doubtful at first. So he gave them intense beating until they recognize the reality. The Rebels, unaware of his true intentions, kneeled before him, their eyes filled with awe and respect.

Fein's countenance remained indifferent, his expression betraying no hint of the amusement bubbling inside him. His gaze swept across the assembled Rebels, taking in their bowed heads and outstretched hands. 

With a casual wave of his hand, Fein signaled for the Rebels to rise. His voice, tinged with a touch of dry humor, resonated through the chamber. "Rise, my comrades. There is no need for such formalities. Call me what you will, but 'god' and 'supreme leader' seem a tad excessive."

The Rebels exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Fein's words, though laced with jest, carried an air of humility that puzzled them. Yet, they complied, rising from their kneeling positions and standing before him with newfound confidence.

Fein remained composed, his stance relaxed yet commanding. He leaned against a nearby pillar, his arms folded across his chest, as he regarded the Rebels with a mixture of curiosity and purpose. His eyes, shimmering with a hint of mischief, betrayed the amusement he kept tightly contained.

"Let us dispense with the formalities," Fein continued, a subtle twinkle in his eye. "I have come seeking answers, not titles. I have heard whispers of the Middle Realm, a realm that holds the key to my aspirations. Tell me, my comrades, how does one ascend to that place?"

The Rebels, recognizing the gravity of Fein's desire to ascend to the Middle Realm, exchanged glances, silently contemplating their response.

A young Rebel, with a nervous expression etched upon his face, stepped forward. His voice quivered slightly, a blend of awe and admiration evident in his tone. "Lord, our esteemed savior," he began, his words measured yet filled with reverence, "to journey from the Lower Abyss to the Middle Realm, one must possess an extraordinary level of power and prowess. It is said that only those who have attained the status of Demon Lord, at the A-rank level, or the mightiest of Devils, at the esteemed S-rank level, can dare to traverse such realms."

'Fortunately, I'm on the level of Satan.' Fein breathe a sigh of relief as he heard the requirement in order to go from Lower Realm to the Middle Realm.