Klein: I Am Me

The "Fool" doesn't seem to have any intention of Punishment the "Magician" at all...

Indeed, people can't be compared... Some are born in Backlund, while others never reach the "Land of Hope" in their entire lives...

If it were anyone else acting recklessly, lightning would probably strike them down in the next second... Alger murmured silently, glancing around quietly.

He saw that both "The World," the Crazy Adventurer, and "The Hermit," who was suspected to be "Admiral of Stars," were sitting there properly.

Only the "Magician" rested his chin on his hand, listening with great interest.

--Alger didn't know that he was actually overthinking things.

Fors held "the Fool" in considerable awe.

However, she always sought refuge in the Gray Fog Space during the full moon, giving her more opportunities to interact with the "Fool" alone than others, which inevitably led to some moments of complacency.

"Justice" Miss's gentle voice continued to echo across the mottled long table:

"... All living things have Spirituality, a Spirit Body —everyone should have heard of the widely circulated view of animism."

"In addition, they also believe that the Spirit Body is the core of living beings, the key to all things, and the being that controls everything from the inside out."

"In another Concealment organization I joined, many members have been researching this topic and have recently made some breakthroughs. They first used insects, cats, dogs, and other species to extract their Spirit Body and exchange them for physical bodies using the applied-for Sealed Artifact."

"After verifying the pre-set guess, ten members whose memories were blocked volunteered to become experimental subjects, while the others were responsible for supervising and Record."

"Research has found that members who were originally allergic to potatoes experienced a gradual disappearance of their allergy symptoms within half a month after accommodating the Spirit Body of another member."

"Similar examples include members who dislike Milk falling in love with the drink, and members who are averse to the opposite sex gradually losing their physical aversion to contact with the opposite sex."

"Finally, the members responsible for monitoring and Record collected blood, nails, hair, bodily fluids, and skin flakes from the experimental subjects. Through microscopic observation and Mysticism methods, they compared these samples with previously preserved samples and found that they exhibited completely different characteristics, actually being closer to samples from Spirit Body."

Audrey looked around and announced the conclusion of the experiment:

Simply put, it means that the Spirit Body can subtly transform the physical body; the physical body is not static, but will infinitely evolve towards the Spirit Body.

How boring. Why should I waste my precious time listening to this... I will neither let spirits enter other people's bodies nor let foreign spirits take over my own body... I want to go back and chat with the dolls... "Moon" Emlyn suppressed the urge to yawn, maintaining the dignity of a noble Sanguine.

Beneath the Gray Fog, Klein's heart stirred as he heard this:

If I understand correctly, "Miss Justice" means that, compared to the physical body, the Spirit Body plays a more dominant role in determining outcomes?

In other words, this body now completely belongs to me, the transmigrator?

That seems to make sense. Klein Moretti has many dietary restrictions in his memory, but as a member of the great foodie empire, I don't refuse any delicious food.

In addition, many of my habitual actions belong to me, not my predecessor.

However, I have one question: why haven't my appearance and height changed? According to her conclusion, I should gradually return to my original appearance.

With that in mind, Klein subconsciously prepared to wait for Miss "Justice" to ask a question.

He quickly realized that he was destined not to see this scene today, because the originally studious and inquisitive noble lady was now the one sharing.

Let the "world" ask questions? Would that ruin the image of Crazy Adventurer? Klein hesitated slightly, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

At the same time, Fors was also letting his imagination run wild.

Another Concealment organization? Miss Audrey must be referring to the Psychology Alchemists, right? What a bunch of Lunatic, using their own people for these kinds of experiments...

However, her sharing gave me a good inspiration...

A paranoid man falls in love with a woman who is frequently abused by her husband. He secretly kills her husband, prays to Evil God to possess her body, and lives with her disguised as her husband...

The woman was overjoyed by her husband's change, but just as life was getting better, she suddenly discovered that her husband had actually replaced her...

Uh, wait a minute, there seems to be a loophole... Miss Audrey didn't mention whether the physical body gradually resembles Spirit Body... If so, I can write about a woman finding her husband's face becoming increasingly unfamiliar... The writer frowned almost imperceptibly and raised her hand slightly.

"Miss Magician?" Audrey turned her head to look.

Fors quickly voiced her doubts. "What I'm really curious about is whether the appearance and height of the experimental subjects changed?"

"Miss Magician" is quite something, she even knows how to share the burdens of a "Fool" like me... Klein chuckled inwardly, abandoning his inner turmoil and listening attentively.

Audrey smiled and shook her head, explaining:

"That's right, the modifications in the experimental conclusions target the internal, not the external."

I will use a simple example to explain.

Whether a potted plant can sell for one pound or a thousand pounds often depends on the variety of the plant and the master who created it, rather than the pot in which it is placed.

"For us who have stepped into this extraordinary world, the external 'flowerpot' is not important; we have plenty of abilities to replace it."

For example, the Mystical Item that Mr. "World" sold me.

In the words of that organization's High Sequence powerhouses:

"When the Creator created living beings, He endowed the power to alter their external forms with extraordinary qualities, leaving everything else to the Spirituality that all things possess," Fors said thoughtfully.

"Understood.

"The Mask isn't important; Mask matters is who's behind it."

"Yes," Audrey replied with a slight smile.

Klein nodded to himself, thinking:

"Miss Magician's" summary is quite good; no wonder she's Bestselling Author... I think I understand the principle behind Spirit Body transforming physical bodies now...

In Mysticism terms, the Spirit Body, broadly defined, includes the Spirit Body, Astral Body, Mental Body, and Ether Body, exerting influence through the latter two...

Using a scientific perspective from a previous life, it's like the physical body constantly replacing cells, genes, blood, and other components through repeated metabolism...

Finally, it becomes completely in harmony with the soul, becoming one with it...

I am still me, only now I have incorporated Klein Moretti's memories and emotions...

He can be understood as an identity, the same one as Gehrman Sparrow, except that this identity comes with the bond between brother and sister...

No wonder I experienced a connection with the "Faceless" Potion that I hadn't had with the previous three Potion... It turns out I had already started playing the role all along... Thinking of his brother Benson and sister Melissa, Klein sighed silently.

After feeling melancholy for a while, he was about to gather his thoughts and listen to "Sun" share her experiences in City of Silver when he suddenly recalled the example of Miss "Justice".

A potted plant can be worth a thousand pounds?!

She probably just made an example; surely she doesn't actually have that thing at home?!

Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

The deep red gradually faded.

Fors opened her eyes and saw the familiar Bedroom.

She hesitated for two seconds between taking a short nap and getting up now, then lazily got up, yawning, and walked towards the Living Room.

He bumped into his friend outside and asked curiously:

"According to your previous habits, shouldn't you have slept until dark?"

"Anyway, he's not home." -- After lunch, Lorry took Albert to the Face Mask Factory.

On the one hand, he has not yet met the new First Manager, and now that he is in Backlund, he plans to have a chat with him.

On the other hand, during this period, Fors had been purchasing industrial land, procuring equipment, and expanding production scale according to his wishes.

He wanted to check on the progress.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't sleep that long." Fors rolled her eyes at her friend Fors casually explained, "After listening to Miss Audrey's sharing, I thought of a good idea and decided to write it down while I'm feeling inspired. Who knows, I might need it sometime in the future."

"Nice idea..." Hugh mocked without any restraint.

"Give me a break. I've heard you say something like that countless times—all those inspirations you've jot down are just gathering dust on your desk."

"That noble Knight and Miss Mercenary we talked about last time, haven't you started writing about them yet?"

"The editor clearly said your idea was good and aligned with the aesthetics of upper-middle-class ladies, but you were just too lazy to write it."

"No, that's not true..." Fors muttered softly, instinctively preparing to deny it, but quickly realizing her argument was untenable, she hurriedly changed her tune:

"How could I possibly have time to write a new book... I have to work on Potion, and also manage the Factory and the land. I'm busy every day, okay?"

Xiu scoffed, ruthlessly exposing the other party's Lie: "You're just responsible for relaying messages; the manager and butler handle the actual work. Ha, do you think I don't even have that much common sense?"

"..." Fors a dry laugh, then turned and left without saying a word.

Hugh is becoming less and less lovable... As she sat down at her desk in the Living Room and blew the dust off her manuscript, she grumbled to herself.

At dusk.

After returning from the Face Mask Factory, Lorry had dinner with two ladies at a music Restaurant in the West Borough, and it was nearly 8 p. m. when he returned to the Cherwood Borough.

Hugh used the excuse of practicing his fighting skills to take Albert out, leaving the couple to Long Sofa and digest their food.

After parting their lips, the two reluctantly sat down and began to talk about serious matters.

"How did the results go today?" Fors asked, tucking her legs and feet completely under her nightgown and leaning against Lorry's right shoulder.

As she spoke, soft clicking sounds occasionally emanated from her lips; as her red lips moved, a refreshing scent of milk and fruit wafted out.

Lorry had asked about it once and knew that it was a new type of smoking cessation candy that had recently become popular. It tasted similar to regular candy, but also had the effect of helping people quit smoking.

According to reports, the producers claimed that the inspiration came from the manuscripts of Emperor Roselle. "He's not as experienced as Joe, but he's more pragmatic and a good executor," Lorry recalled, offering an objective assessment.

Seeing that he was fairly satisfied with his First Manager choice, Fors wrinkled her nose and hummed in agreement, then turned to the Tarot Club that afternoon.

After a moment, Lorry raised an eyebrow. "Spirit Body modifying a physical body?"