The Third Layer of the Jewelry Box

"Uh..."

Lewis Wien struggled, his mouth open, but only a hoarse, dry sound came out.

In his eyes, the world was rigid and sluggish. The terrifying figure across from him slowed his movements and approached step by step. His face was lean and stern, and the revolver in his hand was black iron in color, with a long, narrow barrel.

This... feeling... Marionettist...?

Lewis Wien felt as though his head had been filled with mud. His thoughts had become extremely sluggish, difficult to turn.

No... I have to... save myself...

With great difficulty, he controlled the Spirituality within him, sketching complex symbols and patterns as he attempted to construct a Traveler's Door before himself. As long as he could Travel away in an instant and open up some distance, he could change the situation.

However, at that moment, a strange figure flashed through his eyes—

An old-fashioned tricorne hat, deeply sunken eye sockets, an exceedingly pale face, and two black mustaches.

"Admiral of Blood," Senor!

Bone-chilling cold instantly filled every part of his body, affecting both his Spirituality and muscles. Lewis Wien immediately lost control of his body, and the pattern he had only half sketched in his mind was forcibly interrupted.

Evil Spirit Possession!

This ability already possessed an extremely strong restraining effect. Combined with the equally terrifying Marionettization of a Marionettist, Lewis Wien found it impossible to resist with both effects acting upon him at once.

Within those few seconds, Klein had already reached him and slowly raised that unusually shaped revolver.

No... Lord... save me...

The fear of death flooded his mind. Mr. X poured all his Spirituality into his fingers, trying to activate the ring he wore. If he could unleash its flesh-and-blood ability at close range, he could also interrupt the other party's control.

However,