In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the frequency of lightning has dropped to a very low level at night.
"Two slices of white bread with a piece of roast meat is not bad... The sweet and sour drink, a specialty of the Sonia Sea, is better than I expected..." Klein sincerely praised after swallowing the last bite of food, and casually threw the remaining packaging into the darkness. Anyway, there was no concept of environmental protection here, and there were no trash cans.
Of course, he had taken precautions to ensure that these things were connected to him beforehand. For example, every time he abandoned a Marionette, he would go to the " Sefirah Castle " to "disinfect" it, so as not to let Amon's clone use this to track his whereabouts.
"Hmm, inanimate objects won't be made Concealment by the darkness here..." Klein raised the lantern Danitz had sacrificed and shone it on the items he had just discarded.
Only after solving his basic needs for food and clothing did he have the mind to try certain things whose level of danger he had previously Divination.
In the flickering, dim light, Klein reached out with his right hand and pulled another version of himself out of thin air.
That was him within the Historical Void, also carrying a lantern.
The next second, Klein entered the gray-white mist, allowing his consciousness to "awaken" within the projection he had summoned.
Surrounded by hordes of Monster and enveloped in endless darkness, the projection opened its mouth, intending to utter the name Amanises:
He couldn't utter a sound; what he wanted to say seemed to have been Concealment away.
"Just as I predicted." Klein, wearing a half-high silk hat and a black knee-length trench coat, slowly exhaled.
He glanced at the lantern emitting Yellow Light, and suddenly chanted in a low voice in Jotun:
" Leodero!"
Before his voice had fully subsided, hundreds of bolts of lightning Distortion and intertwined as if responding to a summons, instantly covering the area.
Klein had no time to dodge; even after Marionette Swap, he was still within the attack range.
In the bright, silvery light, he collapsed to the ground, his body charred black, convulsing violently, as if he had turned into a giant lump of coal.
Then, his figure quickly dissipated, disappearing like a mirage.
Wearing a realistic top hat, Intis- style trench coat, and carrying a simple lantern, Klein immediately "returned" to reality and continued on his way as if nothing had happened.
After walking for a while, his figure suddenly became blurry and then clear again.
Then, Klein opened his mouth again and uttered a name in Jotun:
"Profound..."
He had barely uttered the first syllable when transparent flames erupted from his body, instantly reducing him to ashes, giving him no chance to Marionette Swap.
Klein reappeared, adjusted his top hat, and calmly walked forward across the hill covered with strange plants.
" Herabergen."
" Badhair."
" Omebella."
"Nothing's unusual; there's no trace of divine power remaining in the area surrounding City of Silver..."
" Medici, Ouroboros, Sasrir... these are even more useless, none of them are gods... I thought that the Afternoon Town and the ' Giant King's Court ' were special cases, and that using the true name Sasrir outside could activate the ' Depravity ' power of the Forsaken Land of the Gods... The ' Red Angel,' as the ' Uniqueness ' Angel King, is practically a half-god, yet he left not a trace. It's shameful, no, it's a disgrace to the Angel King!" With his black trench coat billowing slightly, Klein walked down the hill, following his Spirituality intuition, heading northwest towards the city-state ruins of North.
He sometimes took detours and sometimes used " Flame Jump," not entirely following the route explored by City of Silver to reach his destination.
Backlund, late at night.
Feeling that she had digested the Potion a little better, Audrey actively used " Dream Traversal " to leave her mansion and enter various dreams in the surrounding area.
Knowing the current situation, she has a strong desire to become Demigod.
As she wandered around, she suddenly spotted a familiar face.
This is a noblewoman with whom she has a good relationship; she is 29 years old and married two years ago to a Viscount.
At this moment, rose petals were constantly falling in the lady's room, her bed was white and had a pair of heart-shaped rings on it, and a tapping sound came from the window.
The lady, her cheeks flushed, hurried over and opened the window.
A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak leaped in, embraced the lady, and whispered:
I will take you away from pain.
Then, the two began to entangle themselves and rolled all the way to the bed.
As a " Dreamwalker " who was struggling to digest the Potion, Audrey had seen similar scenes before, had passed through the shy stage, and had marveled at how rich and imaginative everyone's dreams were. At this moment, she did not lose her composure at all, maintaining the etiquette that an " Spectator " should have, as if she were witnessing an over-the-top drama.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed a problem:
The man wearing the black iron mask was not the lady's spouse, but more likely a playboy from the aristocratic circle.
"Is this a reflection of hidden thoughts?" Audrey muttered to herself with the academic attitude of dream analysis.
Then, with great curiosity, she "traveled" into the dream world next to her.
This corresponds to the noblewoman's husband, a Viscount.
In the dream, the Viscount was busy participating in a discussion in the upper house when he was chased by an earl wielding a revolver, the reason being that he had abducted the earl's daughter.
Once they reached safety, the Viscount summoned his female secretary and vented his fear.
Audrey couldn't resist leaving the dream, wanting to see how the Viscount and his wife were doing in reality.
In the bedroom bathed in crimson Moonlight, on the pristine white bed, the Viscount embraced his wife, who nestled close to him as they slept intimately.
"Well, we must realize that everyone has a dark side. To 'convict' someone simply based on a dream or a fleeting thought would send everyone to Hell. No one can escape it, including myself... Being able to control your dark side and prevent it from ever entering reality is already quite good for most people..." Audrey increasingly felt that Acting the " Dreamwalker " was a constant test and tempering of her own soul.
She Dream Divination again, "traveling" to other areas.
Not long after, she arrived at a warm "room".
There was a thick carpet and a dining table set up there, with an elderly woman with gray hair sitting at the head of the table.
On either side of her were a middle-aged couple and three underage children. They were enjoying food, chatting and laughing by candlelight, and seemed very happy.
Outside the room, darkness reigned, and the wind rattled the glass, creating a terrifying atmosphere that foreshadowed impending disaster.
"What is the owner of this dream worried about or afraid of?" Audrey exited the dream, trying to find answers in reality and verify her speculation.
She then saw a small bed and the old woman with gray hair.
On the old woman's bedside table were rows of photo frames, some wrapped in black cloth and others decorated with white flowers, depicting a middle-aged couple and their three underage children.
Audrey silently turned to look out the window, where she saw ruins left from a bombing near the house.
The noblewoman pursed her lips and suddenly returned to the old lady's dream.
She didn't try to stop the potential disaster; instead, she materialized a chair, sat down beside the family, and watched them intently and attentively.
Amidst the howling wind and swaying glass, the room was brightly lit, filled with the aroma of food and constant laughter.
Audrey's summary of the " Dreamwalker " Acting rules includes this:
"The dream Travel came, saw, Record, but did not interfere; he was merely an ' Spectator '."
Inside Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard, summoned by Archbishop Anthony Stevenson, ascended the spiral staircase step by step, bathed in sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows.
Suddenly, he lowered his voice and said:
" Old Man, that Concealment gathering is about to begin again. Are you really planning to try and enter the Jacob Family's treasure at the end of the month?"
"It's not certain yet, but it's an opportunity. At least Amon's main body is currently preoccupied with the ' Sefirah Castle ' matter and won't suddenly appear," Pallez Zoroast's slightly hoarse voice replied in Leonard's mind. "However, I'm now more inclined to leak the news of the treasure, letting the people at that gathering go on their own adventures and explore, while we stay nearby, observe the situation, and extract what we need from them."
Leonard paused for a moment, then said in a low voice:
" Old Man, isn't this a bit too insidious?"
This is using the members of the " Hermits of Fate Society " as pawns to set a trap.
"Ha, naive, childish. You can tell them the details and let them decide for themselves whether or not to go," Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
Leonard didn't bring up the matter again, but instead asked:
" Old Man, when will I become Demigod?"
Pallez chuckled:
"If you can get your hands on a spirit of the same level as your former colleague, the messenger, you can digest the Potion by the beginning of next year. But, hehe, just follow my instructions and delve deeper into the Acting. By the second half of next year, you should be qualified to attempt Sequence 4. Of course, I don't know if the Church of Evernight will give you the Potion or help you with the ritual. Didn't that high deacon named Cesimir Crestet wait for many years until the war broke out before he truly became Demigod?"
Leonard nodded, then asked thoughtfully:
" Old Man, could you Acting a spirit to help me digest this?"
"Your level should be higher than Klein's messenger..."
Pallez Zoroast was silent for a few seconds, then said with a "hey":
"That's a great idea."
"How about I help you digest the Potion?"
"How can I help?" Leonard knew the Old Man was being sarcastic, but he couldn't help asking anyway.
"I'll deeply Parasitism you, completely control your body," Pallez replied irritably.
As they spoke, Leonard arrived at the door of the Archbishop of Backlund.
He immediately shut his mouth, raised his right hand, and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Anthony Stevenson said, glancing at Leonard who had Door Opening. "You can release that Vampire behind Chanis Gate now."