"What?" Old Kohler asked, not having heard clearly.
Klein stared at the somewhat bumpy road ahead and chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"Nothing.
"Hopefully, Liv's family can escape their current situation and have a better life."
He was indeed speaking from the heart. As the successor of the new era of the Great Foodie Empire, it was only natural and instinctive to think about revolution, to mobilize the masses, and to change the world. But upon closer reflection and analysis of specific problems, he realized that the poor alone could not save themselves, because there were extraordinary forces in this world, some of which were quite bizarre and could not be solved by guns and cannons, just like the Sequence 5 " Wraith " of the " Mutant " pathway.
This is one aspect. On the other hand, due to the Law of Beyonder Characteristic Conservation and the limited availability of materials, supernatural powers cannot be popularized, and the advantage of numbers is difficult to be transformed into effective combat power. Even if they could be popularized, as long as the problem of loss of control is not resolved, it will still bring disaster.
If there were no High-Sequence powerful beings, these problems could actually be solved to some extent. However, the real world not only has Demigod and demigods, but also various Sealed Artifact that can kill people without them even knowing how they died. Moreover, the gods are real and exist high above.
In this way, it won't be too much of a problem for the poor to resist through strikes and demonstrations, but once they take up arms and establish an army, they will inevitably encounter an irresistible backlash, and large-scale Calamity and large-scale Psychological Suggestion are not impossible.
Those organizations capable of challenging official and extraordinary institutions are often Concealment entities, which are inherently evil. Joining forces with them might not even lead to death, so the most promising way to succeed on the path of revolution is to gain the support of one or more churches.
How much can the vested interests really concede through strikes and demonstrations alone? Bribery would be much easier... However, the last time the " True Creator " almost descended upon Backlund by taking advantage of the poor people's miserable situation seemed to have touched the Church of the Goddess and the informed nobles. This can be seen from the investigation task accepted by reporter Mike and the feedback from Miss " Justice "... Klein thought aimlessly about the things in the East Borough, the Dock Borough, and the Factory Borough.
Finally, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking to himself:
After much thought, it seems that the threat of an evil god's descent is the most likely way to improve the situation for the poor.
"But evil gods are also the beings most eager to absorb their flesh and blood and devour their souls, and are most likely to bring disaster that no one can escape."
"That's quite an irony."
Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Queens Borough.
Because Doctor. Islante had other things to attend to, Audrey attended her second psychology class of the week ahead of schedule.
Susie was even more excited than her, rushing into the study early on, even abandoning her usual ball games.
During the class, Audrey deliberately displayed her curiosity, frequently asking Islante about the psychological knowledge related to the mystical realm that he had discussed last time.
As the course drew to a close, Islante finally spoke after careful consideration:
"Miss Audrey, we are organizing a seminar on this topic. Many members have specialized knowledge in the intersection of psychology and mysticism. Would you be interested in joining?"
"Of course!" Audrey nodded without hesitation, perfectly matching her intended persona of an innocent and curious young girl.
Islante smiled:
"Remember to keep this a secret. You know your elders have a strong prejudice against the occult. I'll take you there next time."
"No problem," Audrey replied with a hint of excitement.
After seeing Islante, whose hair reached her waist, out of the study, she closed the door, faced the mirror next to the bookshelf, and remained elegantly quiet for two seconds.
Then, she lifted her skirt, took a step, and performed a twirling motion reminiscent of a court dance. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled sweetly and said:
" Audrey, you're amazing!"
Audrey knew she had taken her first step into the Psychology Alchemists. Although the seminar was mostly just an outer circle and there would certainly be many more tests to come, it had indeed opened the door to the Psychology Alchemists for her.
Throughout this process, she relied entirely on her own observation and performance, without any external assistance, to perfectly deceive Dr. Islante, the Psychiatrist. Therefore, she was extremely proud and honored.
"That seminar sounds really interesting," Susie said, wagging her tail. " Audrey, can I join?"
Should she join? Looking at her beloved dog with its golden fur and wide, round eyes, Audrey fell into deep thought.
She gave a long "hmm":
" Susie, not right now. You... you're too conspicuous..."
At this point, she changed the subject and smiled faintly:
"But I can take you with me."
On Friday night, Klein grabbed the " Master Key " and his black cane and walked out of 15 Minsk Street —without the latter, he figured he wouldn't have made it back today.
He was going to "find" Doctor. Allen, enter his dream, and figure out where the nightmares related to Will Auceptin came from.
As for where Doctor. Allen lived, he had already found out yesterday: 3 Berningham Street, Hillston Borough.
By the time Klein arrived there, it was past 11 o'clock, and the surrounding streets were dimly lit and quiet.
After flipping a coin and performing Divination, Klein passed through the outer iron fence, went around to the side, and used the " Master Key " to open an invisible passage in the wall, entering the darkened corridor.
With his nimble steps, he silently made his way up to the second floor and hid in an unoccupied guest room.
After confirming that Doctor. Allen and his wife were asleep, Klein broke through the wall and entered their bedroom.
The first thing he did was take out the " Sleeping Charm," chant the incantation to put Doctor. Allen's wife into a true slumber, preventing her from waking up suddenly and disturbing his subsequent Dream Divination of her husband.
Then, Klein sat down in the chair in front of the dressing table, holding the " Dream Charm " in his hand, and whispered an Ancient Hermes word:
"Crimson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the talisman in his palm become light and airy, as if it had suddenly become a weightless, illusory object.
As Spirituality flowed in, a transparent flame enveloped the talisman, burning with a deep, serene black hue.
Driven by Klein's will, the blackness spread out, enveloping Doctor. Allen, and also enveloping himself.
Klein quickly entered Cogitation state and saw the boundless darkness, and then the solitary oval sphere of light.
His Spirituality extended forward, touching that illusory and hazy thing.
The world around him suddenly turned upside down and then Distortion back up. Klein found himself on a desolate plain, with black stones under his feet and not a single weed in sight.
In the center of the plain stood a black spire, upon which coiled a huge, silvery-white serpent, its head raised, its crimson eyes coldly fixed in this direction.
Unlike Doctor. Allen's description, this silvery-white Serpent had no actual scales; its body was covered with dense patterns and symbols that formed interconnected rotating wheels, each surrounded by different markings.
The Serpent's tail and head each had only half of the wheel, which looked quite disproportionate and could probably drive an obsessive-compulsive person crazy. But Klein imagined that if the silver-white Serpent could bite its own tail with its mouth, then the wheel would be complete, and everything would become perfect, without any defects or changes.
Beside Klein, Doctor. Allen stared blankly ahead, taking steps closer to the dark spire.
It can be confirmed that no one guided Doctor. Allen... Excluding " Nightmare " type extraordinary abilities... Klein quickly made a judgment.
He didn't stop Doctor. Allen, but followed behind him, walking towards the dark spire and the silver Serpent.
They had only taken a few steps when their target was already in front of them. The giant silver Serpent lowered its upper body, seemingly pondering how to enjoy the dessert that was being offered to it.
Its mouth was wide open, but no fishy smell came out. Its red eyes were cold and ruthless, looking at everything as if it were prey, yet without the slightest hint of killing intent or cruelty.
Before it, everything seems insignificant, and thus equal.
The Serpent did not attack in the end. Klein followed Doctor. Allen through an old, decaying wooden door and into the dark tower.
As Allen had described earlier, the layout here was extremely chaotic. The staircase first spiraled upwards and then sloping downwards. Some of the halls, libraries, and rooms were normal, some were upside down, and some were embedded in other parts. This was a building that could not exist in the real world.
Passing through door after door and through wall after wall, Klein had no idea where he was in the black tower—perhaps the spire, or perhaps the basement.
In the deep darkness, he suddenly noticed a figure huddled in a corner ahead.
The figure noticed Doctor. Allen approaching, quickly stood up, and hopped closer on one leg.
Only when the figure was close enough did Klein get a clear look at him. He was a chubby-faced boy, just over ten years old, with a childish expression and a clear look of fear.
The figure was about 1.4 meters tall, with a bare left calf, clearly the child Will Auceptin who had undergone surgery.
He held a tarot deck in his hand, his dark eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise, joy, fear, and apprehension.
" Doctor. Allen, a snake is trying to eat me!"
Suddenly, he screamed in agony as he saw the enormous, mysterious silver serpent reflected in his eyes.
Whoosh!
He dropped all the tarot cards in his hand, leaving only one clutched tightly in his palm.
Klein stared intently and noticed that the card also had a spinning wheel on it.
That's the " Wheel of Fortune " card.
Whoosh!
The dream shattered instantly, and Klein found himself still sitting in the chair in front of the dressing table.
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