"So when can I return to reality?" Klein said in a low voice through the historical projection, silently watching the embarrassed Leonard inform Melissa and Benson of his death.
Sitting at the top of the long bronze table, "Mystery" was flipping through his holy scriptures, seeming to be reminiscing about the past.
"Soon, when your funeral is over and the Church of the Night considers you dead, you can go out. You don't want to be used as experimental material by others, do you?"
In fact, after Klein carefully considered the other party's words, he did not believe the other party without reservation.
After all, when he first joined the Nighthawks, the captain told him many examples of evil gods deceiving people, and he even witnessed the end of Old Neil later.
He had suspected that the other party was deceiving him, and when he was secretly observing himself, he had used the diary to convey false content to himself, hoping to use this to paralyze himself.
But he couldn't figure out why a being who seemed to have reached the level of a true god would go to such trouble to deceive himself.
Is it just because you are a time traveler?
Zhou Mingrui never felt that he was the chosen one, even after merging some fragments of Klein Moretti's spirit.
Klein, who had been tapping his fingers on the lower table of the long bronze table, suddenly stopped moving and looked up at "himself" opposite.
"Have you tried going home?"
Wow.
"Secret"'s movement of turning the pages suddenly froze, and the browned papers passed over his pale fingertips, flipping downwards and closing them.
After being silent for two seconds, He replied in a low voice with that lifeless and peaceful voice:
"tried."
Immediately afterwards, the god once again looked through the holy book in his hand, and by the way, he dragged a quill out of the air and started writing.
"So it didn't succeed in the end?" Klein frowned and asked the question he was most concerned about, "Or did you give up?"
"No, I succeeded. I returned to the planet I used to live on. Although it's far away, I still went back." "Secret" lowered his head, and his wide hood completely covered his face, removing all his
Feelings are buried in darkness.
"I did go back, even if it was just for a second."
For a second? Klein's brows furrowed deeper, and an ominous premonition gradually took over his heart.
"Time, I saw Roselle's diary. He and I are more than a hundred years apart, but the time before time travel was about the same..."
"No." "Secret" seems to be exactly what he said. It is really a part of Klein, and he has an insight into his thoughts. "There is no time problem in our world, and it is not because of the passage of time now."
And change, if you want to go back, the time you see will only be everything you are most familiar with."
"Then why did you only go back for a second?" Klein didn't understand.
A person whose status in the holy book is the "omniscient and omnipotent creator" is in the same status as the being who is suspected to be believed in Silver City. Why does a true god with time authority only go back for one second when he has another chance?
He understood that if the "god of mystery" in front of him was really the Zhou Mingrui like himself, as he said, there was no way he would not want to go home!
Why did you only go back for a second..."Mysterious" didn't know how many times he was "amused" by his stupid questions.
Oh, by the way, this is a self who has lost his memory, a self who has not crawled out of the chaos bit by bit since the dark age of the second era. Of course he doesn't understand.
"Because." "Secret"'s peaceful voice was a little ethereal, and there was a pause. It was no longer so inorganic, like a precisely tuned AI, "I haven't gathered all the authority yet, and I haven't surpassed the bottleneck yet."
Klein, who was staring at "Secret", was dumbfounded. For a moment, he thought the other party was joking.
A true god, a true god who controls the power of time and space, actually said that he was not strong enough.
He has traveled so long, and among the Nighthawks and in the secret channels, he has never heard of anyone greater than the True God.
Seemingly seeing Klein's suspicion and confusion, he had raised his head, and his soft face was dimly obscured by the shadow of the hood. He patiently explained the hidden information in his words.
"This is a higher level of knowledge. You should have met Azik Eggers. I gave him this holy book." "Mystery" symbolically shook the blood-stained notebook in his hand, "
Do you know why He lost his memory for so many years?"
"Why?" Although he was very concerned that the other party used the pronoun "he" when addressing Mr. Azik, Klein still focused on more important things.
"Secret" looked at his other self's performance and nodded with satisfaction. With a wave of his idle left hand, the ubiquitous gray mist surged instantly, intertwined with the crimson light to form a holographic projection.
"He once lost his most important thing in a war. It was a war with the Church of the Night, a battle of survival for authority. After that war, the existence you now call the God of Death also
Then he fell."
"This war is called the 'Pale Disaster', and it was a war that almost destroyed half of the northern continent."
"Heh, why do you think the gods are going to such trouble?"
"Because of greater power, more believers, and more symbols of authority?" Klein roughly gave his answer based on the settings in various novels, movies, and games he had read before traveling through time.
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The projection composed of gray-white mist and crimson light is still changing, from scenes depicting corpses to scenes of three fuzzy giants confronting each other.
"This is just an appearance." As a being who is also praised as a god, "Mystery" refuted Klein's answer very professionally, "In fact, after stepping into the threshold of demigods, extraordinary people can already be interchanged in adjacent pathways.
, for example, the three paths of 'Death', 'Darkness', and 'Warrior' are the so-called adjacent paths, and this is the essence of their struggle."
"The gods are not all crazy. The stability of civilization is also conducive to their own state. No god can exist independently of civilization. The day when civilization dies is also the end of the gods falling into the abyss."
Adjacent paths, interchange? This goes against the teachings Klein received within the Nighthawks. After all, when he first became an Extraordinary, he was told that a person can only choose one path in his life.
Klein thought about whether this sentence was true or false, and asked after careful consideration:
"So competing for authority over similar pathways can strengthen the gods themselves?"
"If possible, how to achieve this goal and kill the opponent?" He looked at the scene on the illusory projection where a giant figure was beheaded by a sickle and a broadsword, his tone full of hesitation.
"Oh, kill..." "Mystery" seemed to have heard some funny joke. His calm voice rose and fell, and he laughed softly, "If it is really that simple, then most gods
I should wake up laughing even when I fall asleep.”
As the owner's emotions fluctuate, the gray mist becomes difficult to maintain stability. The curtain that is acting out as the black giant symbolizing death and causing changes after falling to the ground suddenly collapses and returns to the surrounding environment.
"So you are also looking for the corresponding adjacent path?" Klein was not satisfied with the sudden interruption of the "movie" and curled his lips, "You can only truly go home after obtaining the authority to the adjacent path?"
"Are you seeking 'thief' and 'apprentice'?" Klein recalled what he saw in Russell's diary and asked tentatively.
"Secret" was a little surprised by his question. After a pause, he nodded and admitted without reservation:
"Yes, I am indeed longing for those two powers. Only by obtaining them can I become the true king of time and space. By then, I may be able to break through the boundaries."
Them? Klein became more and more confused, and he gradually had doubts about his knowledge of the extraordinary world.
"I don't remember when the 'Stealer' and 'Apprentice' appeared as true gods. I have never heard of an evil god with such authority."
"Well, there's no such thing as a true god..." Klein noticed the flaw in his words and hurriedly added it.
"Secret" sitting at the top of the long bronze table skillfully raised his left leg on top of his right leg, and his movements became lazy.
"It's just that you don't know. Of course, the existence in this area is indeed secretive. Just like me, haven't you ever heard of my existence in the outside world?"
Listening to his answer, Klein curled his lips, chose not to speak anymore, and fell into silence.
............
On the outskirts of Tingen, there is a house surrounded by green lawns.
The flowers here have withered, and only a few fallen leaves are still hanging on the branches. The dark red chimney has become the most vivid color in the garden.
The owner of this house has left, and an uninvited guest with a golden beard is standing in front of the desk, slowly reading an open ordinary notebook.
Along with the clatter of paper, the lines of text appeared faintly.
The notebook kept turning, turning, until the blond man's palm pressed down on the footer.
"Cline Moretti, that lucky guy seems to have found a forgotten treasure and received some powerful help. Will this affect Ince Zangwill's plan?"
(The page of the note here was scratched with force, as if the hand holding the pen suddenly changed the writing trajectory)
"No, Klein Moretti has entered the sight of the Psychological Alchemy Society. This Nighthawk who has established contact with Doctor Dust may have learned about the goals of the Psychological Alchemy Society and will be secretly eliminated. This is undoubtedly
It’s a reasonable idea.”
"Oh, this is a magical 'clown'. The Church of the Night actually agreed to Klein Moretti's special application and appointed a senior deacon to help him get promoted smoothly. This was Ince Zangwill at the time
He has never been treated like this before, oh, the Church of the Night has once again blocked his way, will he be angry about this?"
(Many lines have been daubed here, and globs of overflowing ink stains have obscured the original text)
"Although Klein Moretti escaped the serial assassinations, he cannot escape the contamination of the True Creator. The power of the True God is absolutely powerful!"
"Ah, but it is a pity that the 'Dream Weaver' sequence of psychic dragons that was previously tracked by the Psychological Alchemy Society was forced to leave Tingen. Otherwise, he should be able to take Alsuhod and this sacred object.
Take it away and let Him embrace freedom!”
(The handwriting here is extremely distorted, but the owner of the note seems to be satisfied with this "plot" and did not cross it out roughly)
"It's a pity, it's a pity that the previous encounter with Azik Eggers seems to have made Klein Moretti resistant to the contamination of mythical creatures."
"But why? He is just an ordinary person. If he is special in any way, then he cannot be induced to kill by Antigonus's notes. This is unreasonable!"
"No, Ince Zangwill, you don't have to persuade me. I don't accept why he became special and why his fate changed!"
(There is a big scratch here, but the owner of the note seemed to let it finish writing this sentence)
"Cline Moretti's specialness will eventually be wiped out. Lanrevus is just a 'scammer'. He is indeed very talented and has talents that Amondu will value. However, Alsuho
Virtue is the best dramatist, no one can escape his script!"
"Everything Lanruth has done will become the wedding dress of Ince Zangwill and Alsuhod. The son of the true creator will also be used. This crazy god will not
If you continue to resist the pollution on your body, His malice will be ruthlessly released, and no one in Tingen can stop this!"
...
The blond man, who was still standing at the desk and reading silently, pointed his finger at Amon's name. His clear eyes suddenly deepened, and the world behind him overflowed like a soaked ink painting, somewhere between illusion and reality.
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Several vague human-shaped rays of light swim in the ocean of subconsciousness, quickly exploring the spiritual island of each conscious body to determine whether there is an insect dotted with golden patterns hiding there.
"There really is one..." The blond man discovered a lonely clone in a nearby town, which quite reasonably affected his thinking.
His mind turned, and a piece of information carried by dreams and thoughts flew high into the sky, integrated into the spiritual world, flew to infinite heights, and passed through the brilliance at the top of the seven spiritual worlds.
...
"Hmm." Secret, who was observing Klein, suddenly turned his head, as if listening to something, and moved his fingers thoughtfully.
Klein looked at the other party's similar movements to Leonard's at times. He moved his eyes away from his fingers that kept tapping the surface of the long bronze table, and asked softly:
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay." "Secret" shook his head carelessly, subtly aggravating the fog on his body, "It's just a reminder from an old friend."
Old friend...Klein did not ask in detail which friend it was, but chose to remain silent. Instead, he touched his chin "secretly" and suddenly asked:
"Fathers always want to train their sons, but don't want him to be really hurt. In the end, might they become confused and make a 'mistake'?"
"How do I know? If you are really me, you should know that I don't even have a girlfriend..." Klein looked at the other party in surprise and snorted.
"What a pity." "Secret" sighed, "I have only raised daughters..."