Klein exchanged a few more words with Meng Chuan and the others, then hurried offline. He had to prepare the Potion and advance!
He felt a sense of urgency. He knew what he would have to face in Backlund.
The Backlund Smog Disaster, and stopping the True Creator's descent!
He was certain he could stop the latter. The trump cards he already held were enough to disrupt the Aurora Order's final ritual.
Ince Zangwill was dead, and many variables and coincidences no longer existed.
But the former still weighed on Klein's mind.
Klein was already strong. Once he prepared and drank the Marionettist Potion, he would advance to Marionettist. Then he could even defeat a Sequence 4 Demigod.
Klein did not fear corruption. At least, corruption at the Demigod level could do nothing to him.
But in the Backlund Smog Disaster, countless workers would die—over ten thousand by a conservative estimate—and the plague would continue to spread afterward.
Ten thousand was just a number, light as a feather. But measured in lives, it weighed heavier than Mount Tai.
If he could, Klein wanted to save them.
Those workers endured dust and smog every day, while harmful substances invaded their bodies at every moment.
All for a meager wage to feed their families.
Backlund, the City of Hope. But in places like the factory district, hope? They never saw it.
Klein wanted to change all that. He wanted to save the tens of thousands who would die because of an Evil God's plot.
Call him a hopeless do-gooder or softhearted if they liked.
Knowing what would happen, and having some power to act, he did not want to sit by and watch.
Because he was Klein Moretti. He had been before, he was now, and he would be in the future.