Klein sensed a nearby "prayer" through some mysterious intuition.
He did not examine its contents closely, merely conveying his permission to the mysterious space in his mind.
The next moment, Lin Chuan spoke:
"Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can... Huh?" Before Klein could finish, he keenly noticed something amiss.
The brown-haired youth in the image was clearly still praying devoutly, yet the syllables coming from his mouth had somehow become perfectly authentic Loenese:
"...O God, please turn your gaze once more toward this land you have forsaken."
"O great God, I pray that you save my father and mother."
"..."
Klein's thoughts raced, and he guessed the reason in an instant. Turning toward Lin Chuan, he asked curiously:
"How did you do that?"
"I enabled the Simultaneous Translation Function for you. Now everyone can communicate without any barriers, no matter who they are or what language they speak... But we can discuss that later." Lin Chuan pointed at Derrick in the image. "Why don't you answer him first? He looks like he's about to give up praying."
Klein weighed his options briefly. To avoid finding that the youth's parents were already beyond saving the next time he prayed, Klein stopped hesitating, raised his right hand, and touched the illusory Crimson Star.
In an instant, the crimson light erupted, flowing like water and swallowing the praying youth in the image.
Derrick regained consciousness and opened his eyes. Bewildered and confused, he looked toward the mysterious figure seated at the head of the Bronze Long Table, shrouded in dense gray fog. Remembering his prayer, he could not help asking for confirmation:
"Are... are you a God?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to glimpse another figure standing quietly beside the head of the table, like the