Chapter 801: Plea

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Emlyn couldn't help but look

around. He suspected that The World was lurking around him, as though he

was one of the nearby believers.

After all, he had never mentioned the Mental Terror Candle at the Tarot

Club. Bishop Utravsky seldom had conflicts with others, so he almost

never used any mystical items. If it wasn't because Emlyn had been

planted with a psychological cue to frequently head to the Harvest

Church and received the heads-up from Sherlock Moriarty, he wouldn't

have asked the bishop and learned of the existence of the Mental Terror

Candle.

At that instant, everyone looked like The World to Emlyn. Be it the

plump middle-aged man, the granny with a gray headscarf, or the

fashionable beauty, he felt that all of them looked like they had

something similar to The World.

*No, I must figure it out. He's actually so aware of my surroundings...

I haven't mentioned certain things even while in front of Mr.

Fool...* Emlyn was left in utter shock as he stood up and walked

to the clergymen's break room at the back. In a quiet and empty

environment, he replied, "Honorable Mr. Fool, I wish to directly

communicate with The World."

In less than ten seconds, Emlyn saw a dark red glow surge forward like a

tidal wave and devour him.

Then, he found himself back above the gray fog. He was inside the

majestic palace and was seated at his seat.

And at the other end of the mottled table was the blurry-figure of The

World who was waiting for him.

Compared to before, Emlyn had changed tremendously. He wasn't in a rush

to speak to The World, and he instead bowed to Mr. Fool, who was

leisurely watching at the other end of the table, before looking at his

target.

"How did you know that I can get the Mental Terror Candle?"

Under Klein's control, The World said with a hoarse laugh, "We might

have met before."

He didn't speak further and only mentioned the key point. As for whether

Emlyn could figure out the situation, that wasn't his problem.

Of course, Klein believed that Emlyn lacked the ability to connect The

World to Sherlock Moriarty since he lacked the necessary clues.

Emlyn frowned bit by bit as he had a few targets of suspicion, but he

wasn't able to determine who was The World.

"Believe me. I have no ill intentions towards the members of the Tarot

Club," The World added when he saw Emlyn in a state of prolonged

silence.

Heh, there will be a day when I'll find you! Emlyn silently

muttered to himself as he asked, "What are you going to do with the

Mental Terror Candle? I need to have a substantial reason to borrow such

a mystical item."

Klein controlled his urge to rub his temples as he made The World turn

solemn and say, "To treat my psychological problems."

Treat... psychological problems... Emlyn couldn't help but

shrink his body back before straightening it again.

Looking back at The World, his eyes clearly indicated that The World

really was a dangerous lunatic.

...The Mental Terror Candle does have such effects, Emlyn

thought for a moment and said, "I can only borrow it for half a day.

There wouldn't be any problems, right?"

Klein held back the horror and pleas that were running through his mind

as he controlled The World to answer, "No problem."

If the Mental Terror Candle was effective, Klein could finish the

problem in fifteen minutes. If it wasn't of any use, it would be the

same even if he possessed it for days or months. Therefore, the rental

duration wasn't critical. He didn't mind such restrictions at all.

Emlyn did a count and said, "The rental fee will cost 300 pounds, as

well as five pages of Beyonder powers in Leymano's Travels."

He decided to outsource half of the debt he had.

Five pages... How many pages did this fellow use... As Klein

lampooned, he made The World reply, "That wouldn't be an issue."

After closing the deal, Emlyn immediately returned to the real world and

walked into the Harvest Church's break room for the clergymen.

Casting his gaze to the side of the altar and waiting for Bishop

Utravsky to finish talking to the believers, Emlyn suddenly fell into a

dilemma.

Although he sounded confident in front of The World, he had never tried

borrowing similar items from the bishop. He had no idea what kind of

attitude the bishop would have.

As his gaze darted around, Emlyn subconsciously surveyed the tiny prayer

hall.

*I've helped Father rescue many commoners who were infected by the

plague, and have been teaching those who wish to learn about herbs. I've

made the faith of Earth Mother spread quite significantly in this

borough. What's wrong with borrowing the Mental Terror Candle for half a

day?* Emlyn raised his chin and walked to Bishop Utravsky, who

he needed to look up at, and cleared his throat.

"I have a friend that has a psychological problem. I wish to borrow the

Mental Terror Candle."

He didn't directly mention his contributions, because his pride didn't

permit him to do so.

Utravsky looked down at the priest-robed Emlyn and smiled warmly.

"Okay."

...That's it? Emlyn was stunned, finding it unbelievable that

the bishop would agree so easily.

He didn't immediately accept it as he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you

afraid that I'll lose the candle?"

Utravsky replied with a smile, "Everyone and every item has its end.

They will all return to the earth, buried deep within the soil and

sprout, grow, and bloom, one incarnation after another.

"That is the fate of all entities. If the Mental Terror Candle is lost,

it just means that my connection with it has come to an end. I will need

to patiently await the arrangements that fate and Mother have for me."

*Whether the Mental Terror Candle is lost depends on fate, but whether I

end up being killed by you is also fate?* Emlyn lampooned

without asking further. He received the strange candle from the

half-giant bishop.

Following that, he used the excuse of needing to treat his friend to

leave the Harvest Church. He randomly found an inn and set up the

sacrificial ritual.

Above the gray fog, Klein once again received the Mental Terror Candle.

More than half of the mystical item was burnt, and its surface was

covered with what looked like human skin. There were a few warts that

protruded out.

The candle's wick was very short and was entirely black in color. It was

covered in thin densely packed scale-like patterns.

Klein didn't delay, for he didn't wish to give his alternate personality

a chance to grow. He wanted to resolve the problem completely while it

was still weak; otherwise, what awaited him was the irreversible fate of

losing control. Furthermore, the mysterious space above the gray fog

would completely screen the negative effects of the combat between the

two personalities.

Phew... Klein slowly exhaled as he extended his hand to summon

the Sea God Scepter.

At that moment, he didn't do any divination because he couldn't be sure

who "me" referred to. The outcome would naturally be meaningless.

Pa!

Klein snapped his fingers and lit the Mental Terror Candle.

Above the pitch-black wick, a flame with light-blue spirituality

silently glowed, illuminating the palace that looked like a giant's

residence.

Unknowingly, the environment changed as a cupboard, desk, bunk bed, and

gas meter appeared in Klein's eyes. The crimson moonlight shone in from

outside the windows, covering every item with a crimson veil layer.

This was the apartment where the Morettis had lived in!

This was the place where Klein Moretti had shot himself to death!

At that moment, a figure was sitting at the bottom bunk, looking at the

Sea God Scepter-wielding Klein with a warped expression.

He had traits like black hair, brown eyes, thin built, average-looking

features, a rather deep outline, and a scholarly air to him. He was

another "Klein."

This "Klein" revealed a furious expression as he said, "You occupied my

body, and now you wish for my soul to be obliterated?

"I should be Klein Moretti! You despicable, shameless transmigrator. You

parasite!"

He appeared to have just grown in strength, and he wasn't able to use

the objects in the external world.

Klein didn't reply as he walked over with a heavy expression.

The expression of "Klein" slowly changed as fear occupied his eyes.

His body scrunched up as he pleaded with a slight tremble, "Let me go.

Let me go.

"You snatched my brother, my sister, and my life from me. Isn't that

enough?

"I'll remain quietly in your body, helping you analyze problems and

giving you suggestions. I'll definitely not wrestle control with you

over the body.

"Let me go. Let me go..."

Klein remained silent as he raised his Sea God Scepter-wielding right

hand.

The "Klein" was already awash with tears as he yelled angrily and

fearfully, "I only wanted to remind you!

"If I wasn't trying to remind you, why would I have exposed myself!?

"Let me go. Let me go... I have no ill intentions!"

Klein silently looked at him and made the blue gems on the tip of the

Sea God Scepter light up one after another.

Lightning bolts instantly appeared as they twisted and entangled

"Klein," like a storm.

Amidst shrill cries, the figure rapidly dissipated as a bolt of

lightning wiped all traces of it.

*As expected of myself... To know the soft spots in my heart and which

are the most effective ways to plea... However, I've already come to

know who I am. I'm Zhou Mingrui who has fused with Klein's memories and

emotions. If I were to let you go, it would be equivalent to splitting

the two up, admitting that they are opposing parties. That way, I'll

immediately lose control once I return to the real world...*

Klein lowered the scepter and closed his eyes as he sighed silently.

Then, he ultimately maintained his lucidity as he left the mind world.