The Faded Building

The future described in those words made Klein ponder for a moment before he had to admit it:

"Okay, that does sound like my personality."

"That's called a persona," Neph said.

"Okay..." Klein decided not to argue with her about it. "This sounds really... I think I'll definitely pay attention to this in the future, and I'll read the Holy Bible word for word..."

Trier, Church of Saint Viève.

After spiraling up the magnificent golden staircase to the area near the dome, there is a small room, one of the closest places to the Sun in all of Trier.

An elderly man dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold sat inside, Yang Guang illuminating his slightly graying blond hair, creating a striking contrast with his locks.

He opened his closed eyes as if sensing something, and almost simultaneously, a knock sounded on the door.

"Thump, thump, thump."

"Please come in." He looked towards the doorway, his expression becoming serious.

A young man pushed open the door and entered. He had a thin face, a broad forehead, and curly black hair. He wore black trousers and a trench coat, a pointed soft hat, and a delicate Crystal Monocle over his right eye.

The young man walked to the table and sat down. With a flick of his right hand in front of his Monocle, he produced a dark black box and pushed it onto the table.

The old man silently watched this scene, then took a rolled-up scroll from under the table and pushed it onto the table as well.

The young man took the scroll, ran his fingers over it without unrolling it, simply smiled and nodded, then adjusted his Monocle over his right eye. The scroll then vanished.

The old man remained silent, only opening the box in front of him to reveal the items hidden inside.

It was a beautifully colored Crystal Heart, from which bubbles seemed to constantly rise, each bubble seemingly holding a hidden scene. The old man glanced at it twice, then closed the box, looked up at the young man, and finally spoke his first words:

Why do you need '0-13'?

"Is there anything strange about a child wanting to retrieve his father's belongings?" the young man said with a smile. "I'm more surprised that the other person agreed to this deal and even let me sit here unharmed—I thought I'd be burned to Flame the moment I stepped into Trier, after all, that's exactly what happened to me in Backlund..."

The old man's gaze swept over the young man, and he shook his head, saying, "Even Tyrant probably couldn't eliminate all your clones in Backlund, could he?"

The young man smiled slightly, did not answer the question, and instead rose to take his leave.

"Now that I've obtained the goods, I'll take my leave. After all, I'm afraid you wouldn't feel at ease if I stayed here."

The old man continued to stare at the young man, watching as the young man stood up, walked out the door, and closed it. Several minutes later, the old man finally let out a sigh of relief and stood up from his chair.

"Squeak--"

The chair emitted a sharp groan. The old man frowned, examining it, and shook it back and forth. The once sturdy chair creaked and groaned with each movement. The old man stood up, shook his head, and knowingly uttered a name:

"Amon..."

"What a nostalgic scene..." On the mountain peak of "The Forsaken Land of the Gods," Amon opened his eyes on the bench, pulled out a scroll, and abruptly unfurled it.

The still frame depicts a long dining table laden with delicious food, fine wine, and tempting fruits. Several Angel in various poses surround Blond Priest in the center, all enjoying the feast together.

"You," Amon raised his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips as he glanced at Adam, whose appearance was not far removed from the priest in the painting, then at the completely unrecognizable "True Creator," and shook his head slightly, "You insisted on naming it ' The Last Supper,' and now look what happened! It really has become the last meal."

Adam ignored him and simply reached out, saying, "Give it to me."

"Aren't you going to ask about my reaction to the Eternal Blazing Sun?" Amon asked in surprise, quickly putting away the scroll.

"There's nothing to ask," Adam shook his head. "Whether He is Pure White or not, He will agree to the deal and give you this painting, after all..."

>p/<: Slow, calm words, Slulow's prayer, eyes closed again, Mona's gaze swept over, clear and gentle.

>p/<. In this situation, you yourself are passing on this scroll of hope that He will, and you will understand, even if He has never forgotten you, if He is truly Pure White and innocent.

>p/<"... Pure White is not as good as"

>p/<: A deep, low voice, looking at himself from another direction when Asia

>p/<". Special extraordinary 'master's miracle' of the Upper Realm safety, this is the '31-0' hand of His scriptures"

>p/<"? Those who plan and scheme for promotion, don't bother with what you have, I'll laugh and hum "Ah? Is it possible to go out and hand over '31-0'? I'll think about it, won't it be like Him?"

>p/<. The time of light comes at the end of the day, it is you," a hazy veil of gloom, the upper body bathed in pure, clear light, head turned as Asia"... because of

>p/<. He went out, handed in his paper, drew a picture, and stared at the ground, bewildered. "...?"

>p/<. Your hands and feet are on the needle side, there may still be two of them, He, you may or may not succeed, one of them may not Pure White, don't forget," He said fiercely, "You'd better be careful."

"... I should consider the path of the 'female demon' again, if I were to do it again, I would want to keep going," I nodded as I closed the scroll, "I understand."

>p/<"? Good, good quantity, my own, one part, two parts, another with you," My eyes widened in confusion. "?..."

>p/<: The answer was that the "true creation of the Lord" was hanging upside down, and the father looked at himself.

>p/<". I'm starting to think this is the most important thing I've ever done."

>p/<: Nameless, inexplicable, two of them, He, with a great deal of confusion.

>p/<... The chaos was fabricated by the people in front of the Moon City was over her; you can't blame them."

"Prepare well and come early."

"... became my mother?"

Chernobyl is located on a desolate plain shrouded in a gray-yellow mist. After Neph brought Klein there, she became Amon's guide.

"That is Bradel, the youngest son of the Giant King Aurmir, the ' God of Honor,' who openly cursed my My Lord and was Punishment, forever haunting this place."

"His body is long dead, but death cannot grant him forgiveness."

But to be honest, Bradel's swearing is understandable, after all, his father died and his mother's identity was stolen...

Neph didn't tell Klein these words; Klein only sighed somewhat absentmindedly:

"It felt like I had stepped into a myth... and those mythical figures were truly standing before me."

"You've already stepped into mythology," Neph laughed. "Alright, you need to be careful about one thing."

She reached out and cupped the grayish-yellow mist in her hand, reminding herself:

"The mist that arose after Bradel's death is polluted; be careful, or you will become a lingering Curse being."

"I understand." Klein nodded seriously.

They waited until Bradel wandered off to another location before Neph led Klein closer to the area, where a deep, dark ravine led to a large, imposing, greyish-white building.

"I'm not going down," Neph said. "Alright, good luck."

"So irresponsible?" Klein asked jokingly.

"When did this become my responsibility?" Neph rolled her eyes at him.

Klein couldn't help but chuckle. He knew Neph was impatient, so he didn't press the matter further. After Neph left, he used the flashes of lightning to survey the buildings below.

The building was predominantly gray-white, and its architectural style did not belong to any of the historical records from the Second Epoch to Fifth Epoch. Of course, it wasn't actually familiar to Klein either—after all, this was Chernobyl.

No, wait...

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly; he suddenly realized that the gray-white building had no door!

"Hmm, every place is sealed off... I remember the Ancient Sun God emerged from a phantom crack in the gray-white wall..." Klein thoughtfully located the spot from his memory and had his true form recite the Fool's Honorific Name.

Through the "Sefirah Castle," he saw once again the heavy, gray-white building; beneath those layers of gray-white seemed to lie absolute nothingness, devoid of any color.

This reminded Klein of Neph's eyes; the way she washed away all color was so familiar, piquing Klein's curiosity.

--Where did those absorbed colors go?

Klein shook his head slightly, and his true form left the "Sefirah Castle" again.

Klein, outside Chernobyl, regained consciousness and reached into thin air to retrieve "Leymano's Travel Notes."

He quickly flipped to a page, ready to use the "Apprentice's" "Door Opening."

Such an action was actually a bit reckless for Klein, but considering it was just a glimpse into Historical Void, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Of course, the fact that Neph hadn't specifically warned him was also a factor—although his principle was that he must pay attention in situations where Neph had warned him, but he couldn't be completely relaxed in situations where he hadn't been warned.

The Beyonder followed the "Seer" Pathway indeed possessed both caution and recklessness; cautious in preparation, and reckless after preparation, exhibiting a duality of caution and recklessness... While self-deprecatingly commenting, Klein silently passed through the obstacles and entered Chernobyl.

After repeatedly Door Opening, he finally left the "grayish-white" concrete area and saw a heavy, half-open iron gate in front of him.

The iron gate wasn't very high, only about two and a half meters, clearly intended for human use.

In front of it were two dark pools and two firearms that looked more futuristic than any weapon of the present day.

These two firearms looked somewhat similar to some that Klein had seen in magazines in his past life, but he wasn't an enthusiast and couldn't be sure.

Klein neither picked them up nor attempted to examine them, for his Spirituality intuition told him that the two gun-like weapons were completely corroded, and any slight touch would cause them to instantly crumble into foam.

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>p/<: The name of the venerable Duan Yi sounded a thought, then turned his gaze to him.

>p/<; The Great of Winter"

>p/<; The witness's testimony, the inscription's memory, is you.

>p/<; The Lord's Snow Ice is You"

>p/<"... You are the one who disappears at the end of the point"

>p/<...

>p/<. The gun was pulled up by two people, and then Funa took it.

"... Back when the Soviet Union was still in the West, they were already eighteen or seventeen years old. I'd say that, but I don't really feel like I'm from that era now, um... it feels very much like that," she sighed, shaking her head. "Even if it's a cultural relic..."

>p/<. The question is, how many points are there in Enlake's "? I understand the gun, I'll give it back to you."

>p/<"? How come the gun is good? I've touched it a few times, but I don't understand. I don't know." Funa spread her hands. "Ah, I don't understand."

"... You're quite the expert at stealing from the West and East, especially. I'll believe you too. What kind of illegal business did you do before? Are you afraid of anything? You just did it based on your own abilities? Do you know that?" Her expression was full of confusion. She went back to pack her things and looked at Enlake with some hesitation as she skillfully disassembled and reassembled a gun piece by piece. "Enlake? Is that you...?"

"... It's not right for a thief to be so ordinary, how can he handle a gun like that? I think so," he glanced sideways at Funa.

>p/<. The state of mind suddenly realized that Enlake. The common sense of the thief is not to return you to your original state.

>p/<"? This gun is for two people, so it's not always possible. I've called you over... what kind of power are you holding? I don't know, you don't know again," he said, his eyes flashing white as he looked at Funa. "Okay..."

>p/<"Is it possible to have them?", next is Xiao En Lake, "I am the only one who knows them."

"Funa? Is it because the heavens are beating you, or is it because the saints are beating you?"

He spread his hands and asked.

Klein's lips twitched, and he had no choice but to call out, "Neph..."

"Alright," Neph stopped teasing him, "I don't know, I'm considering whether to show this to Stiano —or rather, to one of Stiano's men?"

"That's possible," Klein said after thinking for a moment. "Speaking of which, do you think I could extract modern things from the Historical Void and dissect their principles...? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I discovered..." Neph narrowed her eyes, "Neither Stiano nor I had considered that, even if I didn't understand the principle, I could still dig it out from that ancient history..."

She paused, then added:

"And the actual object, I can even find out its shadow... Ah, no, I absolutely cannot let Stiano know about this!"

The ending came so suddenly that just as she thought she was about to help Klein, the God of Steam and Machinery, she hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask:

Why?

>p/<"? Ah, Daddy, it's not... Mommy, I don't know, I know it's because of Him," Funa rolled her eyes, "Ah, simple, many"

>p/<"? Come on, you're afraid he's... you think you can understand me, good... isn't that right?" This is a test of understanding, Enlake "???

>p/<. This is an unrepayable promise He gave me—it's really true, but it's a bargaining chip to make a deal with myself, but," Funa shook her head, "That's not something that should be exaggerated, it should be..."

>p/<. Dao Wen Di Qi Hao Enlake "? What is the promise of reward first?

>p/<. The man was forced to go to the village to be bound and tied up, and then things were accomplished. Noyatis promised me, "Come on, open your mouth, and glance at him, Funa," you