Chapter 388: Exploring the Dreamland

"What?" Old Kohler asked, not hearing him clearly.

Klein looked at the potholed road in front of him and said in a

self-deprecating manner, "Nothing.

"I hope Liv's family can get out of this situation and live in better

conditions."

He had indeed voiced out his thoughts. Being one of the inheritors of

the Foodaholic Empire's new era, it was perfectly normal for him to

think of a revolution, to mobilize the masses, and to change the world.

However, when he thought about the details, he felt that he couldn't

save himself just by relying on the poor. This was because Beyonder

forces existed in this world. Furthermore, they were relatively

supernatural and couldn't be resolved simply by firearms. For instance,

Sequence 5 of the Mutant pathway.

That was just one aspect of things. Another aspect of things was due to

the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Conservation. Due to the limited

access to ingredients, Beyonder forces couldn't become commonplace,

making it difficult to convert the advantage of numbers into effective

combat power. And even if it could be spread, as long as the problem of

losing control wasn't resolved, then it would still bring about

disaster.

If there weren't any High-Sequence Beyonders, then there would actually

be ways to deal with all of this to a certain extent. However, in the

real world, not only were there demigods, but there were also Sealed

Artifacts that could kill people without them even knowing how they

died. Besides, deities were real and they stood high and lofty.

In this way, the poor would use strikes and street protests to fight

back. However, once they took up weapons and established an army, they

would be met with an unstoppable counterattack. It wasn't impossible for

a large-scale natural disaster to occur, one that would affect people

psychologically.

The only ones that were on par with the official Beyonder organizations

were mostly secret organizations. Typically, they were related to evil

forces, so by joining hands with them, death might not even be the most

tragic ending. Therefore, to embark on the path of revolution, the most

hopeful road to success was to get the support of one or more Churches.

*How many concessions could be obtained through simple strikes and

street protests while still meeting the vested interests of those

involved? Bribery would be much easier... However, the incident

regarding the True Creator, who almost made use of the miserable

situations of the poor to descend upon Backlund, has seemed to stir the

Church of Evernight and the nobles who were aware of the situation. I

can see that from the investigation mission that Mike had accepted and

the information provided by Miss Justice...* Klein's thoughts

lingered on East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district.

In the end, he couldn't help but let out a laugh and sigh in his heart.

*After all the ideas that come to me, it seems that only through the

threat of an evil god's descent can the poor's situation be

improved.*

*However, the evil gods are also the ones who can't wait to draw on

their flesh and blood, existences that devour their souls; they're the

ones most likely to bring a disaster that no one can escape

from.*

What wonderful irony.

In Empress Borough, the opulent villa of Earl Hall.

As Dr. Escalante had upcoming matters she had to attend to, Audrey had

brought forward her second psychology lesson for the week.

Susie, more excited than she was, had long rushed into the study, even

leaving the ball game she usually loved the most aside.

Audrey purposely displayed her curiosity during this lesson,

occasionally asking Escalante about psychology related to mysticism.

At the end of the lesson, Escalante finally spoke after some

deliberation, "Miss Audrey, we've organized a seminar on this subject.

Many members have specialized in the intersecting field of psychology

and mysticism. Are you interested in joining?"

"Of course!" Audrey nodded and answered without the slightest sign of

hesitation. It perfectly matched her predetermined innocent and curious

personality that she had set for herself.

Escalante smiled.

"Remember to keep this a secret. You know that your elders have a strong

prejudice against the study of mysticism. I'll bring you there for the

next lesson."

"No problem." Audrey gave her consent with a hint of excitement.

After sending off Escalante, whose hair reached her waist, out the

study, she closed the door behind her, faced the mirror by the bookcase,

and remained silent for two seconds.

Following that, she lifted up her skirt and took a step and did a swirl

from a court dance. Then, looking at herself in the mirror, she sweetly

smiled and said, "Audrey, you're great!"

Audrey knew that she had taken the first step in entering the Psychology

Alchemists. Although the seminar was most likely an outer circle, and

there would definitely be a lot of tests to follow, this really made her

open the door to the Psychology Alchemists.

In the process, she didn't borrow strength from the outside world, but

instead, she relied solely on her observation and performance to

perfectly hide it from Psychiatrist Dr. Escalante. Therefore, she was

very proud of herself.

"That seminar sounds interesting." Susie leaned over and wagged her

tail. "Audrey, can I join?"

Join? Looking at this golden retriever with its wicked round

eyes, Audrey immediately sank into deep thought.

She dragged out a terse acknowledgment.

"I can't do it at the moment, Susie. Y-you're too conspicuous..."

At this point, she changed the topic of their conversation and said with

a slight smile, "But I can bring you along."

On Saturday night, taking his Master Key and his black cane, Klein

walked out of 15 Minsk Street. Without the latter, he didn't think that

he would be able to return today.

He was going to "find" Dr. Aaron, enter his dream, and find out how the

nightmare regarding Will Auceptin came about.

As for where Dr. Aaron lived, he had already found out yesterday---3

Burningham Road, Hillston Borough.

By the time Klein arrived, it was past eleven o'clock and the

neighborhood was dark and silent.

After tossing a coin and performing a divination, Klein passed through

the outer bars, walked around to the side, and used the Master Key to

open up an invisible passage through the wall into the dark corridor.

With his agile steps, he quietly went up to the second floor and hid in

an empty guest room.

When it was clear that Dr. Aaron and his wife were asleep, Klein entered

their bedroom through the wall.

The first thing he did was take out a Slumber Charm and mutter the

incantation, making Dr. Aaron's wife really fall asleep, preventing her

from suddenly waking up and disturb what he would subsequently do to her

husband.

Then, Klein sat down on a chair in front of the dresser, held the Dream

Charm in his hand, and whispered a word in ancient Hermes, "Crimson!"

As soon as he finished saying that, he felt the charm in his palm become

light, as though it had become a weightless illusion.

As his spirituality poured in, a transparent flame wrapped around the

charm, burning a deep and serene black.

Driven by Klein's will, the blackness spread out, enveloping both Dr.

Aaron and himself.

Klein quickly entered a Cogitation state and saw the endless darkness

and the single oval-shaped light.

His spirituality extended out and touched that illusory and hazy object.

The world around him suddenly turned upside down and twisted, and Klein

found himself on a barren plain, with pitch-black stones at his feet and

not even a blade of grass.

In the center of the plain stood a black steeple with a huge silver

snake coiled around it. It had its head reared up, and its red eyes

stared coldly in their direction.

Unlike what Dr. Aaron had described, the silver serpent had no physical

scales, and its body was covered in dense patterns and symbols. They

were all connected to each other into what seemed like wheels, and there

were different symbols around each wheel.

The giant snake's tail and head's wheels were each halved, looking

incongruous, as though they could kill a person with

obsessive-compulsive disorder, but Klein imagined that if the giant

silver snake could bite its own tail with its mouth, the wheel would be

complete. It wouldn't be disconnected, and there wouldn't be any more

changes.

Next to Klein, Dr. Aaron stared blankly ahead, moving closer and closer

to the dark steeple.

*I can now confirm that no one is guiding Dr. Aaron... That excludes

Nightmare Beyonder powers...* Klein quickly made a judgment.

He didn't stop Dr. Aaron, but he followed him towards the black steeple

and the silver snake.

The two of them had only taken a few steps when their target had already

appeared before them. The giant silver snake had its upper body bent

down, as though it was considering how to enjoy the dessert that was

delivered to its mouth.

Its mouth opened wide, but there was no putrid smell coming from it. Its

red eyes were cold and merciless, looking at everything like they were

nothing more than prey; yet, it didn't have the slightest hint of

bloodlust or cruelty.

In front of it, everything seemed puny and equal because of their

insignificance.

In the end, the serpent didn't launch an attack. Klein followed Dr.

Aaron through an old, rotting wooden door and into the darkness of the

tower.

As Aaron had told him, the layout was abnormally confusing and chaotic.

The stairs spiraled up and down, and the halls, libraries, and rooms

were normal, inverted, and some were embedded in other parts. It was a

building that couldn't possibly exist in the real world.

After passing through the doors and walls, Klein had no idea where he

was in the black tower. Perhaps he had reached the top or perhaps the

basement.

In the rich darkness, he suddenly noticed a figure curled up in the

corner in front of him.

The figure, sensing Dr. Aaron's approach, scrambled to its feet, hopping

over on one leg.

It was only when the figure was very close did Klein clearly see him. He

looked dignified and strong, in his early teens, and had an expression

of obvious fear.

The figure was about 1.4 meters tall, and his left calf was missing. It

was obvious that he was the child who had undergone surgery, Will

Auceptin.

In his hand was a deck of tarot cards. His pitch-black eyes were filled

with surprise and joy, as well as fear and horror.

"Dr. Aaron, a snake wants to eat me!"

Suddenly, he let out a blood-curdling scream as the image of a huge,

mysterious silver snake was reflected in his eyes.

Whoosh!

The tarot cards in his hand fell to the ground, leaving only one card

tightly gripped in his palm.

Klein focused his gaze over it and saw that there was, similarly, a

wheel on the card.

It was the Wheel of Fortune card.

Whoosh!

The dream shattered instantly, and Klein found himself still sitting in

a chair in front of the dresser.

Author's Notes:

In September, not only did not break more, update on time, but also

added more four or five times, I didn't count the specific number. In

short, I have fulfilled the promise, and you also let the *Lord of

Mysteries* ranked third on the monthly list, this is a highest

monthly ticket ranking of mine.

Simply say about a monthly ticket, then talk about the book itself.

The second volume was written, my greatest feeling is that the plot is

fragmentary, but this is also an expected thing. I hope to unfold the

world and show you the details everywhere, so that the setting can

become the flesh and blood of the world and let it seems more lively and

more realistic. So there must be more characters and more branches to

build more lines to describe the world. This may slow the overall

rhythm, but I can only say that if I choose this idea, I have to kneel

down and try to achieve it.

The first volume can string all the clues together and turn them into a

complete medium-length story, which has a strong sense of explosion. In

fact, the second volume can actually do the same. But after I thought

about it, I gave up this plan and changed the form. Because Tingen is

very small and everything is not abrupt when putting together, while

Backlund has many Beyonder and forces. If all the clues are put together

in one incident, it will appear small, It looks like Backlund will be

small, and the world will be small and the pattern will be small.

Well, one of the purposes of Lord of Mysteries is to break

through the limitations of the past. No matter whether the Destruction

of Fortune, Throne of Magical Arcana, or The Sage Who Transcended

Samsara, there is no problem in the world structure itself. It can even

be said that some creativity and strength systems are also good (proud

face). However, the problem is that it is not detailed enough. The

bottom layer of the whole world is empty, giving people a feeling of

unreality. Therefore, before writing Lord of Mysteries, I was

thinking, I want you to imagine what kind of life every Beyonder usually

lives, what kind of difficulties they will encounter, how they interact

with ordinary people, and what kind of life ordinary people live, and

what kind of impact they will have on the extraordinary world, which I

want to write down.

Therefore, I, who am not an economics major, can only take the price

data of the Victorian era for reference, so that you can see that there

are such a world and such a life.

It's always emphasized that how many pounds and how many soli are there,

not only the problem of authenticity, but also the most intuitive

description of social stratification so that some things will come to

pass. I used to worry about how to integrate the Cthulhu style into the

world of Steampunk, how to show the evil spirits, and after reading the

data, there is no such doubt in my heart. If there is an evil spirit,

that era will inevitably give birth to evil spirits.

In addition, many of the contrast itself contain strong stories, just

like Mrs. Landlord.

This inspiration comes from my most real feelings. I remember that I

first read the information about the lives of poor people in the

Victorian era. I only felt that they had a hard time and had to haggle

over every penny because it meant a meal or even a day's food. Then I

read these monographs on middle-class marriage research, which contained

detailed housewives' expenses. I immediately felt that this was totally

different from the poor. A banquet cost 4 or 5 pounds, a weekly cost of

several pounds, single-family or row houses, clothes, education,

servants, etc.

After reading it, I deeply felt that the gold pounds at that time were

really valuable, earning 200 to 300 pounds a year and 400 to 500 pounds

a year, I could live quite well.

With this kind of mood, I turned over a book on the life of Victorian

aristocrats and big businessmen, the first part of the opening told me

like this:

A trained foxhound costs 400 to 700 pounds, and a Lord keeps 30 and

changes them every year.

My mood at that time should be the mood when you saw the plot,

regardless of the narration, let you feel my mood at that time directly

with the plot.

All right, I've talked a lot and summarized a lot. In October, I hope I

can take back some lines and write down some major plots. Today there

will be three shifts, then a few days later, and then there will be

three shifts. It can't reduce the quality in order to add more, right? I

also need rest, and I hope everyone can continue to support me.

Finally, don't forget to vote for the moon, double during the National

Day! If you are thrown away, you will not be able to recover it.