Chapter 1232: Comparison Experiments

After becoming a demigod and gaining some level of control over Sefirah

Castle, Klein was able to prevent its aura from permeating out into the

real world and augmenting him. This made him stop considering similar

problems. After all, this would result in abnormalities, causing him to

be recognized by the Beyonders of the "Fate" pathway at a glance---it

was rather unsafe. And at this moment, once he received Will Auceptin's

reminder, he felt that it opened up new possibilities.

*When I was only a subsidiary to Sefirah Castle and only had the right

to use it, the aura and projection of Sefirah Castle made a saint of the

Fate pathway not dare to look at me directly. I was equivalent to a

Mythical Creature in the eyes to the corresponding Low- and Mid-Sequence

Beyonders. Now that I have initial control over Sefirah Castle, there's

a high chance I can make the "effects" better... This can affect angels

who are complete Mythical Creatures "Themselves"? Sefirah Castle's level

reaches that of Sequence 0 at the very least? Yes, according to my

deductions, it might even be higher than Sequence 0... It has the trait

that just knowing of it will result in corruption?* Klein's mind

whirred with activity as though streaks of lightning were flashing

across his mind.

He quickly made up his mind. After returning to the Forsaken Land of the

Gods, he would find the monsters in the depths of the darkness and do

some experiments with the marionettes in the fog of history, so as to

deduce if his idea worked.

He smiled and said to the one-year-old child in the black pram, "I

understand what you mean. I'll get someone to send you ice-cream soon."

Will Auceptin, who was wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned his head

and looked to the side.

"No, there's no need.

"I've been eating too much ice-cream during this period of time, and

it's starting to affect my body's development..."

Klein pricked up his brows and asked, "Genuine, top-grade ice-cream

produced right from the Intis capital, Trier."

"...Give it to me next week." Will Auceptin hesitated before answering.

With that said, the plump one-year-old child turned around and buried

his face into a tiny pillow in the pram.

Due to the limited time Miss Magician had at maintaining the Historical

Void projection, Klein didn't say anything else. Using his unique trait,

he forcefully escaped the dream and woke up before getting out of bed.

Right on the heels of that, he stretched out his right hand and

repeatedly pulled at the air.

Four to five times later, his arm sank as he dragged out a woman wearing

a simple linen robe with a tree bark belt. She was barefooted and had

long black hair. She was a lady with average looks.

The leader of the ascetics of the Church of Evernight, Servant of

Concealment, Arianna!

At the same moment, in Hillston Borough, in an apartment, Fors, who was

sitting in a reclining chair, seemed to be pulled by invisible threads

as she sat up abruptly. Her body straightened as the blood vessels on

her forehead throbbed.

She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that flowed towards the

void in front of her, one that she couldn't stop no matter how hard she

tried. She was on the brink of being sucked dry.

In the next second, this sudden surge eased quite a bit, but it remained

frightening. It wasn't something that she could handle now.

In a hotel room, Klein spoke succinctly once he saw the Historical Void

projection of Ma'am Arianna gaining sentience.

"I plan on cooperating with others to deal with a particular Shaman King

of the Rose School of Thought."

Arianna nodded gently, indicating that she understood, but she didn't

give any suggestions.

Seeing that the ascetic leader didn't give him any warnings, Klein felt

a lot more at ease with the plan to hunt the Shaman King. He then said,

"I've been planning on targeting the Dark Demonic Wolf recently."

Arianna opened her mouth slightly and said, "Be careful."

*...Did "She" mean to say that I shouldn't belittle the Dark Demonic

Wolf, Kotar?* Just as he was about to ask a question, his

consciousness suddenly blurred. He saw the woman opposite him and his

reflection in "Her" eyes fade away as they quickly disappeared.

Thud!

Fors collapsed into the reclining chair as her facial muscles twitched

slightly.

"This is more tiring than writing all night long..." She gritted her

teeth and tried Cogitating to fall asleep.

Extreme exhaustion might sometimes paradoxically cause insomnia to a

person.

In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, near Nois ancient city in the north,

there was no one in the dark wilderness.

With the lantern emitting a faint yellow light, Klein circled around to

confirm his surroundings.

Then, he found a rock and sat down, no longer shielding the aura of the

gray fog from seeping into reality.

On this foundation, Klein consciously strengthened the projection that

Sefirah Castle placed on him.

After he was done with his preparations, he quickly turned a monster

hidden in the darkness around him into a marionette.

The marionette walked out of the darkness. Under the illumination of the

lantern, it approached Klein and cast its gaze on him.

In the eyes of this monster marionette, other than the coated and hatted

Klein having deeper, more profound eyes, his temperament had also become

even more indescribable. There wasn't much of a difference from before.

After repeatedly testing the different types of monster marionettes,

Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or most Beyonders, were unable to

discover that he had the aura of Sefirah Castle on him.

Following that, he reached out with his right hand and pulled out his

body from half a day ago. He controlled the rather dull historical

projection to cast his gaze over.

This time, "Klein" saw a layer of grayish-white fog covering his body.

Its interior was shimmering with light, but it didn't reveal its actual

appearance.

He then removed the projection's support and attempted to pull out

Marionettist Rosago and other Beyonders of the Seer pathway to repeat

the experiment.

*Yes, after enhancing the projection, Beyonders of the Seer pathway can

directly discover something abnormal. However, those below the level of

an angel can at least confirm that I'm related to Sefirah Castle.

There's no way to directly see the strange door of light, which is also

the projection of Sefirah Castle...* This outcome wasn't too

surprising for Klein.

He took a deep breath and, after preparing himself to "rescue himself,"

he raised his hand and pulled out Winner Enuni from back when he hadn't

been his marionette for long.

Enuni raised his head bit by bit, and his eyes gradually reflected

Klein's figure. There was a faint gray fog that emanated outwards.

Deep in the fog, transparent or translucent twisted maggots were

clustered around countless spherical lights. The spherical lights formed

a door of light that was dyed bluish-black.

The door of light was much clearer than before as it appeared even more

textured. At the same time, its shape changed as it extended even higher

up.

This made it look like a tall and thin, brilliant figure. And the

grayish-white fog around it was the figure's hooded robe.

The spherical lights constantly flashed, making Klein feel like he was

being watched by this deep, mysterious, towering, and terrifying figure

with his numerous eyes.

With a boom, Klein's head involuntarily tilted back as blood mixed with

transparent maggots spurted out of his pores.

The Worms of Spirit fell to the ground as they frantically rolled and

struggled. Some of them rapidly dissipated, while some eventually calmed

down before crawling back into his body and into his pores.

*Man... It's much better than directly losing consciousness and

suffering memory loss the last time...* Klein rubbed his temples

and sighed silently.

Enuni, who was standing in front of him, had already vanished because of

the impact that Klein had received. Unable to maintain the Historical

Void projection, Enuni vanished.

This was also one of the reasons why Klein didn't suffer too much damage

this time.

Without Winner Enuni, he was unable to see the mutated strange door of

light. This reduced the continuous assault on his senses.

After two seconds, Klein entered the fog of history, took four steps

counterclockwise, and went above the gray fog.

Looking at the faint dark glow rising from his body and melting away,

Klein finally heaved a sigh of relief and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

I nearly corrupted and corroded myself...

*In the future, I'll use Rosago and the other Beyonders of the Seer

pathway to do additional experiments: If there's no direct assault, I

need to confirm if there will be a reverse corruption from Sefirah

Castle's projection with the increase in observation time...*

The Southern Continent, East Balam, Faoltec City that was under attack.

Under the illumination of the crimson moon, the Loen soldiers hiding

behind a simple shelter took turns to rest to recover their energy.

Their faces were black and covered with traces of gunpowder.

Occasionally, someone would wake up and take out some dried tobacco

leaves and casually roll it. Then, they would use the remaining

matchstick to light it up and bring it to their mouths to suck deeply at

it. In turn, their eyes exuded mostly numbness and blankness.

When the soldiers guarding this line of defense smelled the tobacco,

they instinctively sniffed and looked over.

"Do you still have any more tobacco leaves?" a soldier with a rifle

asked his companion in a low voice.

His comrade shook his head.

"I've already finished smoking it."

"I don't know when the next batch will arrive... I'm going crazy without

the tobacco!" The soldier who first spoke gestured outside the shelter

with his chin. "Do you see that? There are so many corpses, so many

hands and feet. They all belonged to living people."

Before the sun set, the Resistance had launched a fierce attack by

feverishly storming the various defensive lines at Faoltec City. Their

disregard for their own lives frightened the Loen soldiers and

servant-army who had been guarding the city. They almost had victory at

hand, but ultimately failed to break through the critical line of

defense. They left behind copious numbers of corpses before receding

like the tide.

His comrade fell silent for a moment before saying, "Maybe tomorrow or

the day after tomorrow, we will be joining them."

Having said that, he looked up at the crimson moon and said in a dreamy

voice, "I wonder how Backlund is. I haven't received a letter from home

in a long while... I wonder if they have enough food, or if they can

find a doctor when they are sick..."

The soldier who had wanted to smoke was about to curse at the damn war

and the damned enemy when his eyes suddenly widened. Trembling, he

raised his right hand and pointed ahead.

"Th-they... They're alive..."

One by one, the soldiers looked over and saw that under the crimson

moon, the dismembered corpses that the Resistance had left behind were

beginning to crawl up one by one, swaying as they tried to approach the

defense line.

In the distance, a mysterious hooded person in black robe with

embroidered crimson patterns stood behind the Resistance and spread out

his arms slightly.

The spirituality of the entire battlefield was rapidly being nourished.