1180 Different Effects
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, at night when the frequency of lightning had dropped to a very low frequency.
Two slices of white bread and a piece of barbecued meat is pretty good after all... The sweet and sour desserts from the Fog Sea are better than I had expected... After swallowing the last mouthful of food, Klein sighed in amazement from the bottom of his heart. He then threw the remaining packaging into the darknessafter all, there was no concept of environmental protection here, nor was there a rubbish bin.
Of course, he had removed his connection with those items ahead of time, just like how he would head over to Sefirah Castle to perform sterilization every time he abandoned a marionette. This was to prevent Amons avatars from locking onto him with them.
Hmm, lifeless objects wont be transferred into a concealed state by the darkness here... Klein raised the lantern that Danitz had sacrificed, and he illuminated the abandoned items.
It was only after he filled his stomach that he was in the mood to try out the dangerous things he had previously divined.
Amidst the flickering dim yellow light, Klein reached his right hand out into the air and dragged out another projection of himself.
It was another version of him from the Historical Void, one who was also holding onto a lantern.
Klein entered the grayish-white fog one second later, allowing his projections consciousness to awaken.
The projection was surrounded by a group of monsters. Amidst the endless darkness, it opened its mouth, planning to recite the name, Amanises.
...
He didnt manage to make a single sound, as though the words he wanted to say had been concealed.
Indeed, its as I expected. Wearing a silk half top hat and a black trench coat, Klein slowly took a deep breath.
Looking at the lantern that emitted faint yellow light, he suddenly chanted in Jotun, Leodero!
Before he could finish his sentence, more than a hundred lightning bolts warped as if they were responding to being summoned. They instantly blanketed the area.
There was no time for him to dodge. Even if he had switched places with a marionette, he would still be within the attack range.
Amidst the brightening of silvery-white light, he collapsed to the ground. His body was charred as he convulsed violently, as though he had become a gigantic piece of coal.
Then, his figure rapidly dissipated as the illusion vanished.
Wearing a real top hat, clothed in an Intis-styled windbreaker and carrying a simple lantern, Klein immediately returned to reality and continued proceeding forward as if nothing had happened.
After walking for a while, his figure suddenly turned blurry and clear.
Following that, Klein opened his mouth again and read out a name in Jotun:
Au...
Just as he produced the first syllable, a transparent flame burst out from his body, instantly reducing him to ashes, not giving him a chance to switch places with his marionette.
Kleins figure appeared once again. He pressed his hat and walked calmly on the hill filled with strange plants.
Herabergen.
Badheil.
Omebella.
Theres nothing out of the ordinary. There are no traces of the corresponding divine powers left in the vicinity of the City of Silver...
Medici, Ouroboros, Sasrir... These are of no use, neither one of Them are deities... I thought that the situation at Afternoon Town and the Giant Kings Court was due to special circumstances. Using Sasrirs true name outside can activate the powers of degeneration from the Forsaken Land of the Gods... As a King of Angels with the Uniqueness, Red Angel is also considered half a true god. Yet, there arent any traces left of Him. How shameful for a personno, shameful for a King of Angels! As Klein walked down the hill, he followed his spiritual intuition and headed northwest where the city ruins of Nois were.
He would occasionally take a detour, occasionally using Flaming Jump, and he didnt follow the route that the City of Silver had used to explore to reach their destination.
Backlund, late at night.
Feeling that she had digested the potion a little more, Audrey very eagerly used Dream Traversal to leave her mansion and to enter the various dreams of the surrounding area.
Knowing what the current situation was like, she had a strong desire to become a demigod.
Just like that, she suddenly saw someone familiar.
This was a noble lady who had a good relationship with her. She was 29 years old and had married a viscount two years ago.
At this moment, the ladys room was filled with rose petals. The bed was white, and there was a heart-shaped ring placed on it. And she could hear knocking sounds from the outside.
With flushed cheeks, the lady quickly walked over and opened the window.
A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak leaped in. He hugged the lady and whispered, Ill take you away from your suffering.
Then, the two of them started to wrap their bodies around one another as they rolled into bed.
As a Dreamwalker who was working hard to digest the potion, Audrey had long seen similar scenes. She had experienced the phase of feeling embarrassed, and she sighed at how everyones dreams were full of imagination. At that moment, she didnt lose her composure at all. She maintained the etiquette of a Spectator, as though she was witnessing an overly intense play.
After a brief examination, she discovered a problem:
The man wearing the black iron mask wasnt the wifes spouse, but more like a particular playboy in the aristocratic circles.
Is this a reflection of whats hidden in her heart? Audrey muttered to herself in an academic manner while analyzing the dream.
Following that, she traversed into the dream beside her out of curiosity.
This dream corresponded to the noble wifes husband, the viscount.
In the dream, this viscount was busy attending a discussion at the House of Lords. Later, he was chased by an earl with a revolver. The latter claimed that he had tricked his daughter.
After escaping to a safe zone, the viscount found his female secretary to vent his fear.
Audrey couldnt help but leave the dream, wanting to see the state the viscount and his wife were in.
In the bedroom under the illumination of the crimson moonlight, the viscount was hugging his wife on the huge white bed. His wife was hugging him and sleeping in a very intimate manner.
Yes, I have to realize that everyone has a dark side to them. Its just a dream that theyve had. If conviction for a mere instantaneous thought was carried out, then everyone would descend into hell, and no one will be spared, including myself... I can control my dark side, preventing it from ever being realized in the real world. To most people, thats already considered excellent... Audrey increasingly felt that acting as a Dreamwalker was a way to question and hone ones mind and body.
She entered the dreamscape again and traversed to another area.
Not long after, she arrived at a warm room.
There was a dining table placed over a thick carpet. At the seat of honor was a white-haired old lady.
To her sides were a middle-aged couple and three children who were not of age. They were all enjoying the delicious food, chatting and laughing.
It was dark outside the room. The strong winds made the glass groan and thump as they seemed to brew a horrifying sensation before the disaster struck.
What is the owner of this dream bothered about? Audrey retreated from the dream and tried to find an answer from the real world to verify her hypothesis.
She then saw a small bed and the white-haired old lady.
There were photo frames on the bedside table of the old lady. They were either wrapped in black cloth or white flowersconsisting of a middle-aged couple and three underage children.
Audrey silently turned her head to look out the window, only to see that there were ruins nearby, ones left behind by an explosion.
The young noble lady pursed her lips and suddenly returned to the old ladys dreams.
She didnt stop the disaster that might happen. She only conjured a chair and sat on it. She looked at the happy and warm family in a solemn manner.
Amidst the howling wind and glass, the room was brightly lit. There was the fragrance of food and laughter everywhere.
Audrey had already concluded one of the acting principles of Dreamwalker:
A traveler of a dream enters, takes in the sights, and recordsnever interfering. That was a Spectator.
In Saint Samuel Cathedral, having been summoned by Bishop Anthony Steven, Leonard slowly walked up the spiral staircase under the sunlight that shone in through the stained glass.
Suddenly, he said with a suppressed voice, Old Man, that secret gathering is about to begin again. Are you really planning to attempt to enter the treasures left behind by the Jacob family at the end of the month?
Im not sure yet, but this is an opportunity. At the very least, Amons main body is being tied down by the matter regarding Sefirah Castle. He wont suddenly appear. In Leonards mind, Pallez Zoroast replied with a slightly hoarse voice, However, Im more inclined to reveal the news of the treasure trove. I want the people at the gathering to adventure and explore it. Well stay in the vicinity and observe the situation, taking what I need from their hands.
Leonard was taken aback as he whispered, Old Man, isnt that too sinister?
This was using the members of the Hermits of Fate as tools to step into a trap.
Heh, naive, childish. You can tell them all the details and let them decide whether they want to go on their own. Pallez scoffed.
Leonard didnt mention it again. Instead, he asked, Old Man, when can I become a demigod?
Pallez chuckled.
If you can obtain a spirit at the level of your former colleagues messenger, youll be able to digest the potion by the beginning of next year. However, heh heh, its better to act according to my instructions. Engage in a deeper level of acting. Wait till the second half of next year, youll have the qualifications to try for Sequence 4. Of course, Im not sure if the Church of Evernight will give you the potion and hold a ritual for you. That high-ranking deacon named Cesimir Crestet, had to wait several years before he truly became a demigod when war truly broke out, didnt he?
Leonard nodded and asked thoughtfully, Old Man, can you act as a spirit to help me digest the potion?
Your level should be higher than Kleins messenger...
Pallez Zoroast fell silent for a few seconds before he chortled.
What a great idea.
How about I help you digest the potion?
How? Leonard knew that Old Man was mocking him, but he couldnt help but ask.
Ill deeply parasitize you, gaining full control over your body, Pallez snapped back.
As he spoke, Leonard came to the door of the Backlund dioceses archbishop.
He immediately shut his mouth and raised his right hand to knock on the door.
Come in. Anthony Steven glanced at Leonard who had opened the door. You can release that vampire behind Chanis Gate.