Baekeland, East Borough, in a cramped rental apartment.
Klein, who was wearing a thick jacket, stood behind his desk and looked at the glass window in front of him. He carefully sensed the speed at which the Bizarro Sorcerer potion was digested.
It's really fast. It's more than what I digested in the past three months combined … However, there's nothing I can do about it. Before I obtained Life's Cane, it was difficult for me to provide sufficient treatment. I had to care if the frightened person's heart could withstand it, so it was impossible for me to go to the hospital to create urban legends …
Similarly, if it wasn't for the outbreak of war, it would be rather difficult to find other demigods. Those whose whereabouts can be confirmed are mostly on their home turf. To secretly invade and create a strange sense of horror, I can't help but turn innocent people into marionettes. Even if there's no other choice, I wouldn't consider it … Klein shifted his attention away from himself and sighed silently.
He then repeated a word inwardly:
"War …"
At this moment, there were still street lamps in the distance. East Borough was already pitch-black, and occasionally, he could see police patrolling with lanterns in hand.
And in the past, these police officers wouldn't be so active. Now, because of the outbreak of war, they had to carry out the corresponding prohibitions to ensure good public order.
War … Klein softly repeated the word again as he vaguely saw a portion of the outcome.
Rouen's King George III had finally broken through his shackles. He no longer needed to worry about which of the seven deities would forcefully stop him. He could officially carry out the various rituals of the Black Emperor. What followed was mainly up to him, or rather, "Himself." As long as "He" could withstand the impact of the potion and maintain "His" necessary rationality, "He" would ascend to the position of deity and advance to Sequence 0.
The Einhorn family of Feysac had used a war that could affect the entire World to allow key members to digest the potion. Without much difficulty, they could prepare the corresponding rituals, and their overall strength would rise to a whole new level.
As for Amon's brother, he consumed the potion amidst the rolling tides of this era and underwent a metamorphosis. He became a Visionary, adding another true god to this World …
As his thoughts wandered, a question suddenly popped up in Klein's mind:
"Can you accept such an ending?"
Can you accept such an ending … Klein opened his mouth and slowly closed it. Everything in front of him seemed to have penetrated the limits of time and distance, returning to the past, returning to another place.
It was an extremely thick, slightly pungent, cold, and moist smog that permeated all of Backlund. It was pale yellow with hints of iron-black. It was slightly suffocating, cold, and moist.
He was a homeless man who was slowly approaching death under the attacks of disease, hunger, pain, and cold. He struggled to survive. He squeezed himself desperately for a portion of food and some remuneration. He didn't dare to be lazy at all. He finally saw the dawn of life and bought the ham that he had been longing for for a long time. However, in the hazy haze, he fell head first and never got up again.
It was a hardworking widow. In order to survive and for her two children, she abandoned all her dignity and made herself shrewish. She used vulgarities and the humidity that came day after day, causing her joints to ache. She propped up a roof that could shelter her from the wind and rain. However, in the smog, the roof collapsed. The child she tried her best to protect also died in her arms.
It was a young girl who yearned to study and fantasized about a beautiful future. She doted on her mother and sister. She worked in a room filled with water vapor, always carrying a tiny bit of hope. However, after the smog struck, she could no longer see the future she yearned for. It was a girl who studied hard under the care of her mother and sister.
She was a girl who studied hard under the care of her mother and sister. She had experienced too many hardships and walked out of her predicament step by step. She had the hope to make herself better. She had the hope that her mother and sister would not be so tired. She had the hope that her family of three could live the life that they had imagined. However, all of this was shattered in the end. In that terrible smog, the girl was left alone. No matter how much pain and joy she had, she could not share it with her mother and sister. The family life that she had imagined had not appeared, and it would never happen again.
It was a living creature that fell like straw. It was a pain that could never be erased. It was a pain that was engraved in the marrow of one family after another and one human after another.
It was a student who clearly had a beautiful future, but only had half of his body left. His intestines flowed all over the ground.
It was a child who came home from school only to suddenly realize that he had lost his parents and became an orphan.
It was an ordinary person who rolled in pain and crawled with difficulty. He wanted to get closer to the future but was powerless to take his last breath.
It was the people in the cemetery who were so silent that it made one's heart ache. They cried until they fainted several times.
It was the land stained with blood.
It was the sky that was covered in smoke.
It was the cold and merciless cannonballs.
And the mastermind who pushed and created all of this, the greatest culprit, would climb the stairs piled up with corpses to ascend to the throne step by step. He would receive cheers and get rid of aging.
Can you accept such a development?
Can you accept such an arrangement?
Can you accept such an ending?
"No, I don't accept it." Klein was silent for a while before he suddenly spoke in a deep voice.
His voice echoed in the room, overlapping and resonating with each other.
"No, I don't accept it!"
With the echo still lingering in his ears, the corners of Klein's mouth curled up bit by bit. He laughed self-deprecatingly.
"The seven deities have already tacitly agreed. What's the point of not accepting it?"
Klein fell silent again. After a long time, he exhaled and said to himself with a calm expression,
"Even if it's meaningless, some things still have to be done."
In this World, how could there be so many things that were guaranteed to be successful, valuable, and useful?
The corners of Klein's mouth curled up. He retracted his gaze, turned around, and entered the room inside the rental apartment.
Although he had already made up his mind, he didn't plan on doing it rashly. With his present level and status, no matter what he did, it was very difficult for him to affect George III's matters. Apart from losing his life, there would be no other outcome.
Furthermore, if he were to cause chaos in Rouen during a critical period of the war, allowing the Feysac army to successfully invade, the number of innocent deaths would be ten times or even a hundred times greater than the Great Smog of Baekeland.
All I can do now is make preparations. On the one hand, I have to improve myself. On the other hand, I have to make more arrangements and wait patiently for an opportunity … Klein muttered to himself silently. He found a blob of black paste, split it in half, and evenly smeared it on a mirror.
This was the way to contact Demoness Trissy.
However, even when the black substance completely "evaporated" and disappeared, the mirror still didn't show any abnormalities.
There's no response … After being frightened by Miss Messenger, an angel, Trissy has already decided not to have any contact with German Sparrow … Klein sighed inwardly and walked to the side of the bed to sit down.
His train of thought quickly shifted to the reason why the Demoness Sect was helping King George III.
… Firstly, the Demonesses need a calamity to digest the potion and hold a ritual. Secondly, George III made a certain promise to them? He promised that they could openly preach. No, this is likely something that the seven deities wouldn't allow. Even if the Black Emperor is a Sequence 0, together with the Primordial Demoness and the True Creator, there's no way for "Him" to fight the seven deities alliance. Of course, after this war, it's still a question if the seven deities alliance will still exist …
This way, the seven deities who know that George III is cooperating with the Demoness Sect shouldn't have allowed "Him" to become the Black Emperor …
The promise is about something else? The Demoness pathway has a true god, and there are very few valuable items outside … A neighboring pathway? Isn't that the Red Priest pathway … George III, no, that brother of Amon not only grasped the secret mausoleum needed by the Black Emperor from Blood Emperor Alista Tudor, but "He" also obtained an angel-level Beyonder characteristic or a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact of the Red Priest pathway?
In a situation where a Sequence 0 doesn't have a Sequence 1, this is probably the greatest hope for the Demoness Sect's upper echelons to advance further. Yes, the Primordial Demoness will likely be very interested …
This can explain why the Demoness Sect is providing help … The Red Angel evil spirit's search for Demoness of White Katarina isn't as simple as "He" made it out to be … No, "He" didn't say anything. "He" only used common sense and reaction to guide me to think that way …
Klein's thoughts gradually became clear. He decided to use Demoness of White Katarina as a breakthrough point and make her his next target. However, before that, he wanted to hear what Queen Mystic Bernadette's prophecy was and what she wanted to do in Baekeland.
Only by understanding the situation better could he find and seize the opportunity!
The next morning, The Hermit Cattleya conveyed Queen Mystic Bernadette's words:
"Between 12 and 12: 30 this afternoon, Srenzo Restaurant, Golden Theater."
It was the name of a private room.
Klein arrived at 11: 55. He used an illusion to fool the waiter and arrived outside the target's room without anyone stopping him. He then waited patiently.
After a while, he took out his golden pocket watch, snapped it open, and took a look.
Klein put away his pocket watch and silently counted to ten. Then, he raised his hand and knocked on the door of the Golden Theater.
At that moment, his marionette, Qonas, was sitting on a bench opposite the restaurant, leisurely reading the newspapers. Enuni was with a group of students, distributing flyers that promoted the evil image of Feysac. Of course, the three of them would switch positions from time to time, making it impossible to make an accurate judgment.
"Please come in." Bernadette's voice sounded from the room.
Impressive. I didn't notice anyone inside, nor did I notice anyone entering … Yes, it's also because I didn't activate my Spirit Body Threads vision … Klein mumbled to himself as he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.
The first thing he saw was a large expanse of gold, followed by the chestnut-haired woman sitting at the end of the dining table.
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Nine Heavens Divine Emperor
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