Cynthia could vaguely sense the restrained and profound pain and helplessness in Amyrius's heart. She didn't say anything more, but simply hugged him tightly, using her companionship and dependence to give him the strength to calm his emotions.
After a quick dinner and a hot bath, Klein went to the quietest room as usual, lay down on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
He knew he was now somewhat immersed in the "role" of Amyrius, because the helplessness in the face of Fate and the concealment of pain were similar to his own life experiences, thus creating a strong resonance.
If I hadn't already grasped the method of immersing myself in yet detaching from it, I might be a little lost right now... Heh, it's like some actors in their past lives who got too deeply into their roles and couldn't step out, leading to mental health issues... And for Beyonder, mental health issues might be magnified... While Klein was feeling down, he clearly knew who he truly was.
Unexpectedly, a high-ranking naval Saint, Demigod, still experienced such helplessness and pain... Power can bring many things, but it is not a panacea... Everyone has a different face, and this is the most authentic side of a Demigod... Klein saw the crimson Moonlight gradually become clearer, staining every piece of furniture in the room red.
At this moment, through the resonance with Amyrius's experiences, through the comparison of their differences, and through his previous experience in Acting, Klein is building a more three-dimensional and realistic image of Amyrius in his mind, while also making his relatively vague "self" increasingly clear:
A person who values relationships;
A person from Earth, but whose existence was somewhat reshaped by Klein Moretti's fragmented memories;
A person Nighthawks career was short, yet whose behavioral choices were profoundly influenced by that experience;
A person who is both prudent and wary of danger, yet capable of overcoming themselves in crucial moments;
A person who genuinely wants to be lazy, craves delicious food, wants to Travel, and wants to enjoy life, but is forced to busy themselves with more important things;
A person who appreciates beautiful women, yet adheres to principles and does not indulge in self-destructive behavior;
A person who loves money but is willing to spend large sums of money on their older brother and younger sister;
A person who always buries their pain in their heart and shows a smile on their face;
A person who habitually complains internally but appears polite on the surface;
A person who can overcome psychological barriers but will not cross the line;
A person who feels embarrassed about performing;
He was also a Guardian, a pitiful wretch constantly facing danger and madness! Klein's lips curled slightly as he silently added.
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and he felt as if he had truly touched "himself".
Unbeknownst to him, Klein had fallen asleep, his mind and body at peace.
Cynthia was already asleep in the master bedroom.
She was wearing a bathrobe, her legs exposed, gently rubbing against several layers of blankets.
Her hands unconsciously scratched her skin, leaving red marks and tiny bumps.
In her dream, she saw that illusory and unreal beautiful Starry Sky again, and saw that the Star shining brightly.
Her vision zoomed in closer and closer, and she could vaguely make out the Star.
Huff... Klein suddenly woke up from his dream, the indescribable enchanting feeling still lingering in his mind.
"How could I have such a dream?" He frowned slightly, turning his head in disbelief.
Just now, he not only dreamed of Cynthia wearing only a silk nightgown and having a relationship with her that went beyond friendship, but he also dreamed of the naked " Demoness of Pleasure " Madam Shermane, the exquisitely Puppet -like Miss Sharron, the still somewhat blurry " Justice " Miss, Trissy Cheek, Teresa, and all the beautiful women he had ever seen, and then he indulged in passionate encounters with them in various ways.
For many Beyonder and ordinary people, this might simply be a recent temptation that has been suppressed, leading to a normal reaction. But for a " Seer," dreams have special meanings!
Klein quickly examined himself and found that his penis was still erect, and his uncontrollable lust was flowing everywhere like a flood.
This wasn't a revelation dream from a " Seer," but rather an external influence... There's an enemy! Klein was startled, but quickly made his judgment.
At the same time, he carefully rolled out of bed and quickly put on his general's uniform.
In this way, he possessed the " Ninth Law " talisman and " Creeping Hunger " on his body, giving him a powerful ability to protect himself.
Unaware of the current situation, Klein did not attempt to ascend above the Gray Fog, still regarding himself as Amyrius.
With a composed expression, Klein carefully walked to the door and reached out to grasp the handle.
In that instant, he seemed to finally regain his connection with the real world, hearing a cacophony of sounds coming from outside the door.
There were distinct chewing sounds, wanton groans, angry roars, and sharp urging sounds.
What on earth happened? Everything was normal before! Klein swallowed hard, using Cogitation to maintain the necessary calm.
He used his " Spirit Vision " to observe the condition inside the villa every day, but he never found any problems.
Where are the general's guards? Where is Secretary Luan? The more Klein thought about the current situation, the more bizarre and terrifying it seemed.
He touched the " Ninth Law " talisman with one hand, letting its profound majesty emanate and suppress the unease flowing in the air.
With a forceful twist of his left hand, Klein turned the handle and opened the door.
Before he could even take a step, he saw a waiter in a red vest sitting across the aisle.
The waiter had a variety of cooked and raw foods laid out in front of him, including steak, lamb, bream, and Oravi lobster.
At this moment, the waiter picked up the large fish that seemed to have just finished struggling, looked up at Klein across from him, and smiled blankly:
"General, I've always envied your food..."
His belly was different from before; it was now swollen high, like a woman's belly when she was seven or eight months pregnant.
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter raised his hands, took a big bite of the raw dragon bone fish, and forcibly tore off a very thick piece of meat.
Bright red blood trickled from his mouth, and the sound of him chewing sent chills down your spine.
He swallowed the food in his mouth rapidly, his swollen belly trembling as if it might burst at any moment.
This is instinctive appetite control... Klein looked at the waiter in front of him with a solemn expression, and for some reason, he thought of the homeless man's double who had suddenly fallen ill and died due to Gluttony.
He didn't have time to think too much, nor did he try to save the waiter who was eating voraciously, because he knew that if the root of the problem wasn't addressed, nothing he did would have a significant effect.
Klein moved his feet, guided by his Spirituality intuition, and cautiously made his way towards the master bedroom.
At the doorway, there were two maids, one sitting on the other, bending down and grabbing the other's throat.
She shook the maid below with a beaming smile, urging her on urgently:
"Quickly, praise me!"
"Quick, praise me!"
The desire for recognition... Klein frowned, took a few steps closer, and reached out to grab the collar of the maid above.
With a thud, he threw the other person against the wall on the other side, knocking him unconscious.
But this didn't stop the maid from groping her way over again.
The maid below kept yawning and couldn't keep her eyes open, even when her neck was being choked; she seemed to never get enough sleep.
Faced with this scene, Klein was momentarily overcome with the urge to flee and seek help from the church and the military.
However, the most powerful figure on Oravi Island right now is Amyrius!
And I am Amyrius now... However, if things don't go well later, we still have to retreat. We can't risk our lives to Acting... Klein pushed open the half-closed door to the master bedroom with a slight tingling sensation on his scalp.
The first sound coming from behind the door was unrestrained, Pleasure moans, followed by a heart-pounding, blood-dripping scent that filled Klein's nostrils.
In addition, the mingled smells of various bodily fluids involuntarily conjure up a scene of unrestrained desire in one's mind.
Immediately afterwards, Klein saw his blonde secretary Luan.
He stood by the door, looking down at the inside with a cold and indifferent air, his Pride palpable.
Noticing someone enter, he turned around and saw it was Amyrius.
His expression remained unchanged, as did his gaze, as if he were looking at an ordinary person, a nobody.
This secretary is usually so respectful, but is she actually such an Pride person? Klein was about to ask Luan, who seemed to still have some sense, a question, but then he saw the other man shift his gaze and look down at the center of the master bedroom.
He just looked normal... Klein followed Luan's gaze and found a three-meter-tall, pale body on the bed in the center of the master bedroom.
Its surface is covered with brownish-green nodules resembling tree knots, some of which have split open and transformed into flower-like organs.
Some members of the general's guard and the male servants in the house gathered around, some standing, some kneeling, some floating, some climbing, engaging in intercourse with those organs, and emitting heavy panting.
The remaining members of the general's guard and the maids, in varying numbers, were scattered on the bedroom carpet, indulging in each other's bodies.
In addition, on its tall, fair body covered with "bumps" and "flowers," brown "branches" extend out, participating in every group of revelers on site.
What kind of Monster is this...? Klein once again refreshed his knowledge of mysticism, his left palm hanging naturally, ready for battle.
Just then, a head turned around from the top of that terrifying three-meter-tall body.
This is a woman with long golden hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and full lips. She is Cynthia, a woman with a delicate beauty and a touch of girlish charm!
As the "branches" waved and the "flowers" opened and closed, Cynthia, her cheeks flushed, looked down at Klein and said with a touch of shyness:
"General, I want, I want to have a child with you..."