The icy Potion slid down his throat, bringing Klein a slight numbness, a numbness that went straight to the depths of his soul.
His dance had stopped, his spirits had inexplicably soared, and he seemed to have suddenly ascended to the sky, looking down at the ruined Resurrection Square and the Kukwa City, which was in chaos due to repeated Lightning Strike.
At this moment, his emotions became inexplicably agitated. He felt as if every pedestrian passing by below was connected to him by an invisible thread, and they were following his commands, performing all sorts of behaviors, whether joyful or angry, sorrowful or happy.
Klein often had similar feelings during this period, understanding that this was the perspective of a "director," treating all participants in the matter Marionette, as actors, and attempting to Manipulation or guide them to stage a grand drama.
Grasping at that familiar feeling, Klein quickly adjusted his mindset, completely detaching himself from the emotions, observing everything with a detached and indifferent attitude, unaffected by the emotions in the drama.
As a "director," one must follow the script, refer to reality, make rational analyses, and make choices, ensuring that the accumulation of emotions, the advancement of events, and the use of clues are all under one's control.
With his mind settled, Klein's spirit immediately calmed, and he soon felt the power of the Potion spreading throughout his body, like a net with each thread sharp and pointed.
Suddenly, Klein felt his Spirit Body and flesh being torn into countless tiny parts. Unable to endure it any longer, he let out a scream from the depths of his soul:
"No!"
His thoughts, no longer fragmented, broke into pieces that combined with different pieces of flesh and blood, developing their own consciousness:
There's Klein in pain, a Klein Pride, a Klein cold-blooded, a Klein gentle, a Klein who enjoys himself, and Zhou Mingrui Sherlock Moriarty, Gehrman Sparrow, and Dawn Dantès!
His entire spirit seemed to have been put into a blender by someone.
Not far away, Leonard, tears unconsciously sliding down his cheeks, first saw Captain Dunn, who was embracing Daly Simone, revert to his Klein Moretti. He then noticed that pale fleshy growths had emerged on Dunn's face, neck, and the back of his hands, as if they had gained their own life force, constantly growing outwards and transforming into transparent worms. Underneath his clothes, there were also traces of wriggling movement.
This gave Leonard the feeling that his opponent would disintegrate into a clump of transparent worms and scatter to different places at any moment!
He was about to do something when suddenly he felt dizzy and instinctively closed his eyes, unable to look any further.
The transparent worms that grew from Klein's body shimmered with mysterious, three-dimensional symbols under the sunlight. They connected to higher levels and the underlying laws, directly representing abstract concepts such as the bizarre, madness, change, power, and knowledge.
In the howling, chilling wind, countless illusory black lines appeared around Klein, tangling together to form strange "tentacles."
As his tentacles spread out, his Spirit Body, Astral Body, Mental Body, and Ether Body all turned into fragments, merging into different worms. Klein's various thoughts were noisy, chaotic, and contradictory. He floated gently, seemingly flying towards infinite heights, where countless phantoms surrounded Distortion and enormous building, playing music, giving speeches, roaring, or muttering.
In Klein's chaotic jumble of senses, everything around him overlapped, as if it had become Spirit World, yet there were living people coming and going, and stars shining brightly.
At this moment, the same vivid memory appeared in one fragment of his mind after another.
That was the awe-inspiring scene of Adam, the Angel King, praying with his eyes closed;
That was the scene where a " Death Knell " revolver was pressed against Ince Zangwill, and his head was blown off;
That was the scene where he flashed a " Clown " smile and said in a low voice, "This shot was from the captain."
That was Adam, the " Spectator," watching the final scene of the play with clear, innocent eyes;
That was the scene where he transformed into Dunn Smith and invited Daly Simone to dance the final dance.
They were so vivid, especially the gaze of the " Spectator," which felt like a tangible feedback, so captivating, that Klein gradually regained his self-awareness.
I...
who I am?
Klein had already answered this question during the " Faceless " phase, so there was no need to think about it further; he quickly figured out his identity.
A person from Earth, whose memory fragments have been reshaped by Klein;
A person deeply influenced by the experience of being a " Nighthawks ";
A person who is self-protective, afraid of danger, yet willing to give everything for what they believe in;
A Guardian, a pathetic wretch.
The strange senses, not originating from the Spirit Body or Mental Body, gradually detached from the fragmented pieces, coalescing into new thoughts for Klein: indifferent, calm, detached, and condescending thoughts that could see the true nature of the world from more angles and perspectives.
He understood that this might be divinity. Without resisting, he used the black threads to string together the original fragments of his spirit, slowly transforming them back into a whole.
Only then did he understand the purpose of the promotion ceremony.
This is a mark, and also an anchor point. Compared to other methods, " Bizarro Sorcerer " who Spirit Body fragmentation need an anchor point much earlier!
However, this does not require the support of faith. On the contrary, faith is too complex, too chaotic, and contains too many personal emotions. It is easy for the fragmented state of this ritual to erase the humanity of the ascendant who is currently only at Sequence 5, leaving only divinity.
A magnificent and profound drama, watched by a large Spectator, is enough to serve as an anchor!
Although there were very few Spectator present this time, Adam, as one of the most prominent figures in the " Spectator " field, was worth thousands of ordinary Spectator. He could even Envisioning a theater full of Spectator to create an effect.
The whole thing finally took shape, and all sorts of knowledge surged out from the depths of the Demigod's spirit, sweeping through Klein's mind and bringing him an indescribable shock, making his head feel like it was about to explode.
However, having already begun to possess divinity and having experienced many things, he passed through this stage relatively easily by observing from the sidelines.
The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothes shrank back into his body, and he transformed back into Klein Moretti with black hair and brown eyes.
Klein glanced at Daly Simone, Klein body was growing cold in his arms, picked her up, walked step by step to Leonard Mitchell, and solemnly bent down to place her on the ground.
At this moment, Daly no longer had her jet-black scales and pure white fur, and had returned to her original appearance. Her eyes were gently closed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were having the deepest and sweetest dream.
Klein straightened up, looked at Leonard who had reopened his eyes, and said in a low voice:
"She has returned to the realm of goddesses, just like the captain."
He just used " Marionettization " to stop and reverse Daly's mutation, allowing her to die like a human being, and then released her from control.
"Hmm." Leonard tried to force a smile, but tears welled up in his eyes without his noticing.
Klein nodded slightly:
"For her, this might not be such a bad ending. She returned to the embrace of the deity she believed in as a human being, where the captain and the others were still."
As he spoke, he subconsciously and sincerely raised his right hand and tapped his chest four times clockwise.
Leonard instinctively drew the Crimson Moon, then paused, his expression turning rather strange.
Klein looked around and said:
"Take Ms. Daly back to East Balam and say that she died in the attack by Ince Zangwill and made an outstanding contribution to Ince Zangwill's death."
"Don't worry, no one will track you down. Of course, you can also take this opportunity to leave ' Red Gloves '."
"I... I'm used to being at church," Leonard said after a moment of silence.
Klein then removed his silk hat and gave a farewell bow.
He took the hat, turned and walked toward Ince Zangwill's body, taking a card from it that depicted a chariot and a Red Priest.
The face of that Red Priest was unmistakably that of Roselle Gustav.
Leonard's lips twitched, and he suddenly spoke:
"You... you won't go back to the church?"
Klein did not turn around, but put on his silk hat and walked towards another exit of the square.
After taking a few steps, he paused, then answered Leonard with his back turned:
"There's no going back..."
There's no going back... Leonard stared blankly as that familiar figure walked further and further away, gradually disappearing from sight.
After a while, several Beyonder flew into Resurrection Square. One of them was wearing the robes of an ordinary clergyman of the Church of Evernight, with beautiful black hair and a delicate face.
No one could tell her age, because no one cared about that; they only noticed her deep, dark eyes that seemed to hold countless stars.
The woman floated in mid-air, gazing silently at the square above Ince Zangwill were almost unrecognizable, with his shattered head covered by a common tarot card.
That's the Star brand.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein placed the " Red Priest " card on his left and closed his eyes to rest for a while.
He had already gained a basic understanding and mastery of the " Bizarro Sorcerer's " abilities:
On one hand, he can transform into animals of similar size, which is negligible when in spirit form. He can transfer his own or others' wounds and illnesses to his Paper Figurine Substitute and gain a " Flame Jump " distance of nearly a kilometer. The power of his Air Bullet is also enhanced to the level of artillery shells.
On the other hand, he can complete the initial control of the " Spirit Body Threads " within three seconds and completely transform the target into a puppet within fifteen seconds, with Manipulation range of 150 meters. At the same time, by using the interactive " Spirit Body Threads ", he can make the Marionette use all his extraordinary abilities and freely switch positions with the Marionette within an effective range of one thousand meters.
Based on this, the worm that separated from its own Mythical Creature Form, and the disguise on the " Spirit Body Threads," Klein can achieve a higher level of substitute use. In other words, as long as any of the Marionette is still alive, the " Bizarro Sorcerer " will not die!
The enemy will have a hard time knowing whether they killed the " Bizarro Sorcerer " or his Marionette; the truth will be hard to discern.
After confirming his status and resting for a while, Klein immediately headed towards the depths of the mysterious space above the Gray Fog, towards the stairway of light that seemed to lead to heaven.
As he expected, there was another layer of steps there, steps where light gathered.
This time, Klein was certain that he could use the six-tiered staircase, resembling those of Giant, to ascend to the condensed gray cloud.
One step, two steps, three steps... He reached the end, leaped, and landed on the clouds formed by the Gray Fog.
What came into his view was a brilliant Door of Light tinged with a bluish-black hue, composed of countless layers upon layers of light spheres. The body of each light sphere was a cluster of Distortion worms, some transparent and some translucent.
This is what Klein saw through " Winner " Enzo, but the actual scene was very blurry, as if something was obstructing his view.
In addition, thin black lines hung down above the Door of Light, from which hung one after another nearly completely transparent "cocoons".
The "cocoons" swayed gently, each containing a different soul. Some were dark-skinned, some were Asian, some were white, some wore jeans, some held cell phones, some wore brightly colored clothes, and some had beautiful features. They all had the aura of being alive, yet their eyes were tightly closed.
Klein's gaze froze, as if he had returned to Earth and was walking down a street with people of all races.
Then he noticed that three "cocoons" had broken open, were empty, and were swaying in the wind.
Klein, who had raised his head to look up, silently watched all of this, quietly observing.
(Part Four Complete)
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