Chapter 1137: Amidst History
On a barren island in the Berserk Sea.
This place wasn't far from the Southern Continent, but it didn't belong
there geographically. The reason why Klein had chosen this island as a
place for himself to advance to Scholar of Yore was, firstly, because he
wanted to avoid Amon and Zaratul to the best of his ability. He also
didn't want to enter the region where the Mother Tree of Desire had a
wide range of influence. Secondly, because the Berserk Sea was enveloped
by the power left behind by Death, this was, in a way, a part of the
Evernight Goddess's kingdom. If the ritual were to create a huge
commotion, it was possible for some effective screening.
Furthermore, this place is very desolate. There aren't many creatures
here, so there's no need to worry about any accidents affecting the
innocent... Klein surveyed the area and began to set up a ritual. He
brought the corresponding materials back from above the gray fog to the
real world.
Following that, he flipped through the thick ancient history documents
and pulled out some records that he couldn't be certain of. Those that
couldn't be confirmed with divination were also removed.
Pa!
With a shake of his hand, the scarlet flames rose and devoured the stack
of paper.
The supplementary ingredients needed for the Scholar of Yore potion were
a large amount of real ancient historical records. Therefore, he didn't
want to take the risk of using things he couldn't be sure of. He would
rather have fewer of them.
After making his selection, he poured the Hound of Fulgrim's blood into
a huge cauldron and placed the few White Frost Crystals that he had
weighed beforehand into it.
The moment the two supplementary ingredients came into contact with each
other, a thin mist immediately rose up. It enveloped the container and
was about half the height of a person and an arm wide.
With a glance, Klein followed his spiritual intuition and temporarily
gave up on adding the last supplementary material. He first got his
marionette, Enuni, to grab the Demonic Wolf of Fog's transformed heart
and threw the item that seemed condensed from white mist into the
cauldron.
As white frost condensed across Enuni's arm, the mist that emanated from
the vessel became extremely dense. It began to contract and expand, as
though it was alive, like a slowly-beating heart.
Without any hesitation, Klein controlled his marionette, Enuni, to pick
up the pair of eyes from the Hounds of Fulgrim. He stuffed the two dark
red flame-like objects into the seemingly corporeal mist.
The mist's color quickly darkened, making it impossible for him to see
the huge cauldron at its core.
He didn't panic. Instead, he calmly got his other marionette to throw
page after page of the ancient historical records into the blob of
thick, dark mist.
The thick mist slowly collapsed. After "digesting" the historical
records, it finally fell back into the cauldron, like water vapor,
turning into something that coexisted as both a liquid and a gas. Its
color was dark red, almost the size of a baby's head.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein removed the spirit pendulum from his left
wrist and used divination to determine if the potion was successfully
concocted.
He received a revelation that it was rather dangerous, but one that he
could barely withstand.
And this meant that the potion was successfully concocted.
Even if it were strictly concocted according to the formula, a Sequence
3 potion is equivalent to poison. If I can withstand it, I'll advance.
Otherwise, I'll go crazy, lose control, or even die... After staring at
the topaz pendant spinning rapidly in a counterclockwise direction for a
few seconds, he pulled up the silver chain and wrapped it around his
left wrist.
He cast his gaze at the potion floating in the cauldron as thoughts
flashed across his mind:
A Bizarro Sorcerer's acting not only has the key terms of "fear,"
"horror," "directing," and "inexplicable," there's also some level of
mystery, unknown, complicated, and unpredictable aspects of fate. The
two aspects combine to form a complete Bizarro Sorcerer... This is a
behavioral style, while the other is the attributes...
And to me, my origins are such a mystery that I haven't even figured out
the truth. I've experienced so many complicated matters that I've
already stopped a true god from descending, scared a King of Angels.
Even my fate is so unpredictable that a Snake of Mercury is unable to
discern. Therefore, I've already acted in advance and naturally digested
that portion of the potion. There's no need to summarize the
principles...
This truly reflects the single word "bizarro"...
Yes, the ritual requirements for Scholar of Yore requires me to be
completely separated from reality for at least 300 years. Only after I
become history and no longer belong to the present era do I consume the
potion. My life while I was sealed within a cocoon and hung above the
gray fog is more than enough. But after becoming Klein, I've experienced
too many things in the past year. I've already left a mark in the
present era. Would it affect the effects of the ritual?
It should be... Fortunately, it hasn't even been two years. The mark
won't be too deep and can barely be accepted. After all, it's impossible
for me to hang myself up for 300 years again before I consume the
potion... There's another decade or so until the apocalypse!
Furthermore, the ancient history I grasp is definitely far superior to
any Bizarro Sorcerer. It can be considered as me effectively acting
ahead of time. I can definitely avoid many dangers...
As his thoughts raced, Klein took a deep breath and stopped thinking
about it.
Wearing a silk top hat and a double-breasted coat, his skin suddenly
turned transparent as maggots that contained three-dimensional symbols
crawled out.
The transparent maggots were itching to move, as if they were going to
crawl into the dense mist in the cauldron, leaving behind only empty
clothes and hats.
Klein managed to barely control his state as he calmly extended his
right hand and picked up the potion that was wrapped in mist.
The potion didn't seem to have any weight as it floated in front of his
face.
Klein opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
The potion instantly transformed and extended into Klein's mouth, making
him feel like he was devouring a dark red glow.
The transparent maggots swarmed back into his body, tearing down the
parts of the potion and swallowing them.
As his Mythical Creature form was special---both a full body and also
separated into many small parts---Klein could only consume the potion in
such a manner.
Of course, if he could control his incomplete Mythical Creature form, it
would be much simpler.
Without a sound, he felt a cold feeling spread through every Worm of
Spirit, with a searing pain.
A familiar, boundless grayish-white fog appeared in front of him. It
enveloped the entire world, revealing some of his past experiences.
This included the terrifying legends he created, his conversation with
the Red Angel evil spirit; the treatment of the demigod, Lucca, with the
help of Miss Justice; hunting Hvin Rambis; dealing with Amon's avatars;
revenge on Ince Zangwill; exploring Calderón City; infiltrating Saint
Samuel Cathedral; dominating the seas; stopping the True Creator's
descent; saving Tingen; and various other details of his daily life.
They made conflicts with different people and things, becoming extremely
complicated as they merged into a sea. As he "flew" through it, he was
unable to find a clear and accurate sense of self. He felt like he was
about to be lost in this area. The cold, burning pain constantly drove
him forward, so as to expel the influence on him. This made it difficult
to return to the real world.
With great difficulty, Klein managed to control this feeling. As he
gradually lost consciousness and his body slowly descended, he tried his
best to find something that could confirm his identity.
Finally, he saw the deep depths of the gray fog. At the end of the sea
was a shattered spot of light. With a thought, he followed his intuition
and flew over in a manner that seemed to travel the cosmos.
There was a figure hanging from the blurry door of light in the spot of
light. He was stored in a transparent cocoon as he swayed gently. He
looked like the original Zhou Mingrui. This had nothing to do with his
surroundings. He was alone and easily grasped.
I couldn't see this before when I used the Yesterday Once More charm,
but I can actually do so now... In other words, during the advancement
process, I can indirectly influence the Sefirah Castle above the gray
fog? Wait, my ability to think has been restored... Klein's
consciousness instantly cleared up as he finally understood the essence
of the ritual.
By eliminating the interference, he could provide a clear definition of
himself to become a Scholar of Yore. This prevented him from getting
lost!
Following a similar spot of light, Klein began to fly deeper into the
grayish-white fog. Along the way, he discovered that the surrounding fog
was scattered with fragments of light. They had colonial phases, times
when Roselle ruled, the Battle of the Violated Oath, the White Rose War,
the Twenty Year War... These were all bits of history that Klein knew of
the Fifth Epoch.
As he passed through them, he naturally split his consciousness and
completed an invisible connection, making his definition of his own
identity even clearer.
In the Pale Era, during the War of the Four Emperors, the Trunsoest
Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, the United Empire, Solomon's first and second
Empire, the fall of Red Angel, the Blood Emperor's apotheosis, the Black
Emperor's return, and other historical fragments continued to surface as
Klein kept rushing forward. They appeared in different spots in the
endless gray fog, like the stars in the night sky, they illuminated the
path to return.
In such a manner, Klein felt that he was becoming more and more lucid.
Every Worm of Spirit's coldness and burning sensation became milder.
He could've turned around a long time ago and returned to the real
world. However, he didn't stop and continued flying forward.
Scenes of the fatal attack of the Rose Redemption; the three great
angels, White, Storm, Wisdom sharing in the body of the ancient sun god;
and the plotting in the Giant King's Court with the Church of Evernight,
Earth, and Combat hiding as secret organizations flashed across the
grayish-white fog. The more he proceeded forward, the more relaxed he
felt. He felt like he was about to fly up from running down a runway.
At some point in time, a group of terrifying canine-like creatures with
dark red eye sockets appeared beside him. They ran around the
indiscernible bottom of the gray fog as they followed him by his side as
if they were accompanying and guarding him.
Among them, two of them only had one eye.
Klein looked around and smiled. He didn't stop and continued proceeding
deeper into the gray fog.
The history of the Dual Era and the Early Era of Fire swept past him
from behind, pointing out the path that led forward. Finally, Klein
stopped in front of a lonely fragment of light. Inside was a withered
forest and a normal-sized tomb.
He went forward and saw that the grayish-white fog was silently
enveloping everything. It was unknown where the other fragments of light
were floating.
Feeling his spirituality depleting, Klein didn't continue the search. He
connected his consciousness to his origin, and he suddenly plummeted.
As the gray fog rapidly faded away, Klein felt his body and saw the
cauldron in front of him.
He didn't care about his current state, and he subconsciously looked up
into the sky.
He directly saw the gray fog and the ancient majestic palace above the
gray fog.
The mysterious space was trembling slightly.
In Backlund, a postman who was riding a bicycle stopped. He turned his
head slightly and adjusted the monocle on his right eye.
He then muttered to himself, "Sefirah Castle..."
After a few seconds of hesitation, the thin-faced young man curled his
lips and laughed. His expression was filled with anticipation.
In a rental apartment at East Borough of the same city, figures hanging
in the air swayed gently. At the same time, they simultaneously made a
sound:
"Sefirah Castle..."
In the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard Mitchell, who was
assigning missions to his team, suddenly heard an elderly voice in his
mind:
"Sefirah Castle..."