In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, on a night when the frequency of lightning had dropped very low.
"Two slices of white bread with roast meat between them actually didn't feel too bad... It was just that the meat Leonard bought seemed cheap, and the texture wasn't refined enough... Forget it. I can't let a period of living like a rich man, plus my frequent meals at the Feysac court lately, spoil my palate. I can't possibly trouble my 'Food Apostle' for every meal..." After swallowing his last bite, Klein briefly reflected on himself, then casually tossed the remaining wrappers into the depths of the darkness. After all, there was no concept of environmental protection here, nor were there any trash cans.
Of course, he had dealt with the connection between those objects and himself beforehand. It was like how he had to disinfect himself in Sefirah Castle every time he abandoned a Marionette, lest an Amon Avatar use it to track his whereabouts.
"Hmm, inanimate objects won't be turned into a state of Secrecy by the darkness here..." Klein lifted the kerosene lamp Sharron had prepared for him and shone it on the items he had just discarded.
Only after resolving his hunger did he have the leisure to attempt certain matters whose danger levels he had previously divined.
Amid the swaying dim yellow light, Klein reached forward with his right hand and dragged another version of himself out of the air.
It was himself from the Historical Void, also carrying a kerosene lamp.
The next second, Klein entered the grayish-white fog, allowing his consciousness to awaken within the projection he had summoned.
Surrounded by groups of Monsters and wrapped in endless darkness, the projection opened its mouth, intending to speak Amanises's name:
"..."
He failed to make