Transmigrated as the Devil of the Meaningless-Chapter 92: Student of Deceit
Seth immediately flinched, his body tensing as his eyes snapped toward the voice near the counter.
His feet adjusted, ready to bolt for the nearest exit.
Before he could move, the voice spoke again in a calm and respectful manner.
"I’m here to bring you the information that you require, sir."
Under the pale moonlight filtering through the windows, Seth could finally make out the speaker.
A woman stood behind the counter, her posture relaxed and alert.
She had short black hair, cut neatly just above her shoulders.
She wore a male worker’s formal uniform— a crisp white shirt, a dark vest, and tailored trousers.
It was practical clothing that suited her lean frame.
Seth’s mind raced, but he kept his voice steady.
"What information? And are you a worker of the Amoret family?"
The woman tilted her head slightly.
"Yes and no. I am indeed one of their workers—this building itself is owned by them. But I come here speaking to you as a student of deceit under the fifth Teacher’s guidance."
Seth squinted, scrutinizing her words.
’Student of deceit... fifth Teacher...’
The terms meant nothing to him, but the sound of them definitely indicated further complications and trouble...
"I need a proper explanation," he said carefully.
"What exactly are you talking about?"
Even as he spoke, his mind was already calculating escape routes.
The door behind him was close.... If he could distract her for even a second, he could activate [Null Presence] and vanish into the shadows.
But there was a problem...
When the woman had first spoken, Seth had already been using [Null Presence].
That meant she had detected him despite his ability to erase his presence.
That shouldn’t have been possible unless...
’Is it her sin ability?’ he wondered.
But no—if she had used her own sin-based power to find him, his [Authority of the Meaningless] would have triggered a notification of the power... but it had not...
’Then it must be a demonic artifact... Or some mechanism built into this building itself.’
Either way, escaping might be harder than he thought.
The woman seemed to sense his tension.
She didn’t move, keeping her hands visible on the counter.
"My teacher sent me to warn you," she continued.
"About Fiona and Jerald’s little scheme. They saw through your invisibility during your time in the carriage. They allowed you to listen because they wanted you to lower your emotional defenses— to make you believe they were vulnerable and trustworthy."
Seth’s jaw tightened.
The woman went on.
"Later they will arrange for someone to capture you. Their goal is to find a way to make you use your powers against your own will. They want control over you, not partnership."
"What exactly is their goal?"
Seth asked, his voice low.
"To conduct the venue for the gathering ritual, sir."
Seth’s mind flashed back to the demonology group.
They had spoken about a massive ritual requiring a large venue and numerous participants.
But that plan belonged to the demonology group... not Fiona.
Fiona had only learned of it recently.
"The gathering?" he repeated.
"That was the demonology group’s goal... Not Fiona Amoret’s. She didn’t even know about it until yesterday."
The woman watched him calmly, as if waiting for him to reach the conclusion on his own.
Then Seth remembered.
The book.... The Guide of Malum.
Fiona had touched it and kept it...
Could it be cursed with a certain spell?
As if reading his thoughts, the woman nodded slightly.
"The Guide of Malum has already affected them."
"The moment they touched it, their fates were altered... Well, Perhaps it’s better to say their dreams and aspirations have already been reshaped."
"They will soon carry out its goal unconsciously, believing it to be their own desire."
Seth processed this slowly.
A corruptive book that could affect someone’s goals and ambitions...
"The Amoret family is powerful," Seth said carefully...
"They must certainly have experienced witches and demonic artifacts to keep their family safe. Wouldn’t they eventually discover that one of their own is under a spell?"
"Yes," the woman admitted.
"But it won’t happen until a few days have passed. By then, the spell will still be in motion."
Seth studied her, his mind working.
"How do you know it won’t happen until a few days have passed? That’s a very specific timeframe."
The woman paused, considering her reply.
Then she bowed her head respectfully, a gesture that told Seth she was choosing her next words with care.
"We, along with my fellow students and teachers, all work under certain purposes," she began.
"We are an organization that controls the flow of the future. We make sure that the entire course of events—both present and future— aligns with our goals, our needs, and our wants."
"We ensure that certain outcomes are avoided, and certain paths are encouraged. In simple terms... we help shape which possibilities become reality."
Seth listened carefully, his mind already working.
’An organization that secretly controls the flow of events in different places,’ he thought.
’Why are they being so upfront with me about this?’
From an outsider’s perspective, this could easily be a trap.
A elaborate deception meant to confuse him or gain his trust for some hidden purpose.
But another possibility existed.
Perhaps they were telling the truth because they believed he already knew something...
Or because they thought revealing themselves would force him into cooperation.
’Either way, I currently have nothing to lose by hearing them out,’ he reasoned.
’If this is a trick, I’ll discover it eventually. If it’s true, I need more information... The safest approach is to ask directly especially since this woman seems to want to engage in conversation...’
"As for why I’m telling you this..." the woman continued, as if reading his hesitation.
"You should already be able to deduce the things we are capable of just from this description."
Seth’s thoughts sharpened.
’In other words, they possess abilities that can see the future?’
He connected the pieces quickly.
From what he knew, the sin of prophesying granted exactly that kind of power—glimpses of what was to come, visions of possible futures.
Then a name surfaced in his memory.
Jake Williams...
