If I accumulate it bit by bit, it won't be long before I can respond to Moon City's prayers and cure their deformities, creating quite a miracle … In addition, I've also concluded the acting principles of a Miracle Invoker. If I continue on this path, it's only a matter of time before I digest it. I might even succeed this year … Klein retracted his gaze from the window, raised his left arm, and controlled the monster doll on his hand to tease the child opposite him.
This made him look even more like a wandering Magician.
If he wanted to, he could even use Life's Cane or Grafting to give the doll a certain living characteristic.
While teasing the child, Klein's thoughts wandered as he considered where to "build" the marionette city needed for the advancement ritual.
For a marionette city to be born in the spirit world, there needs to be sufficient interaction. This means that placing it in the Forsaken Land of the Gods won't do. Ignoring the fact that it's sealed and can't be directly connected to the spirit world, it can only rely on some special abilities. Even if there aren't any problems, it's very difficult to have sufficient interaction without any intelligent life …
I need to be careful if I place it in the Northern and Southern Continent or the colonies at sea. Before the ritual is close to success, I absolutely can't reveal that this is a marionette city. Otherwise, I'll definitely be disturbed, destroyed, or even attacked by enemies like Zaratul and Amon …
Yes, I have to give a sufficient reason for the marionette city's appearance. I also have to ensure that there aren't any abnormalities in the interactions with the merchants and the surrounding humans. I have to make every marionette a living person. They have their own past, present, and future, and follow their own trajectory of fate …
This means that the marionette city will be extremely complicated. I need to split up many Worms of Spirit to deal with it. This also hides the risk of losing control …
Those who are husband and wife have to act like husband and wife. Those who have different hobbies have to express their preferences, and those who are perverted have to be detested … This way, perhaps foreigners will hear shameful sounds when staying in the marionette city …
I'm still a child …
This is a large-scale reality show, or should I say a high-level version of "passing the house." It's the kind that has to deceive the audience …
As Klein lampooned inwardly, he silently calculated if he had enough marionettes.
He had previously made several trips to the Forsaken Land of the Gods and transformed a large number of monsters that didn't necessarily have Beyonder characteristics. He also consciously controlled many rats, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and flies in batches, hoping to make the other side of the marionette city sufficiently realistic.
My current accumulation is barely enough to support a small city. A few more trips to the Forsaken Land of the Gods should be enough … Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, a scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
At the top of the Giant King's Court, which was bathed in the light of dusk, the opened door slowly and heavily closed.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were closing the entrance to the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
This … Klein's eyes darkened as he vaguely guessed that this scene meant that the True Creator was about to seal the Forsaken Land of the Gods again.
This was the prophetic ability brought about by his angelic spiritual intuition and premonition for danger.
In a few minutes or seconds, that would happen.
The True Creator has captured Amon? Or had he already given up? He sealed the Forsaken Land of the Gods again because he did not want others to go in again? Wasn't that too stingy? Klein mumbled inwardly, feeling a little disappointed.
Of course, his marionettes were barely enough. Even if there were any missing parts, he could make up for them at sea.
…
Baekeland, Empress Borough.
Audrey had just changed her clothes and sent away the maids. Just as she was about to go out, she saw the golden retriever, Susie, walk in.
"What's the matter? Shouldn't you be taking a stroll at this time? "As a veteran Spectator, Audrey immediately noticed that something was amiss.
During this period of time, she had been busy using the few foundations that she could exert influence to help the workers, farmers, and disabled veterans who had difficulties in their lives. It allowed them to wait for new jobs or for the new crop to produce crops. Her interaction with Susie was much less than usual.
At the same time, Audrey was also secretly guiding some people who wished to do so to reorganize the various workers' associations in Baekeland, in an attempt to gather the strength of the workers at the bottom of the hierarchy.
All her previous experiences made her understand that placing her hopes on the kindness of the upper echelons was unreliable and wouldn't last long. And in front of the government, nobles, and big businessmen, an individual was very insignificant and powerless. Only by rallying a larger number of people and making everyone join forces could a certain balance be formed.
The Rouen Kingdom had long had workers' associations in different industries, but the upper echelons of these associations were very easy to bribe. Instead, they became effective weapons against ordinary workers.
Susie glanced at Audrey. Her expression was rather normal, but her mouth seemed to be out of control. It vibrated the air and let out a deep male voice.
"Miss Audrey, I'm the president of Psychological Alchemy, Eric Drake. I wish to meet you to discuss your appointment as a Psychological Alchemy councilor. I'm in a nearby park."
After saying that, Susie heaved a long sigh of relief and returned to her original voice.
"Audrey, there's a strange fellow looking for you. I-I can't remember what he looks like. H-he directly placed what he wanted to say into my mind island!"
Audrey's pupils dilated slightly before returning to normal. She nodded with a seemingly calm expression.
"Where is he in the park?"
As she spoke, Audrey had already created a Virtual Persona. Through the sea of collective subconscious, she entered Susie's mind island to check if there were any consciousness or cognitive distortions lurking there from the outside world.
"I-I don't remember … I was taking a stroll back then," Susie said as she recalled.
Then, she wagged her tail slightly and said, "I don't think you should go.
"I don't think you should go, it's dangerous."
After confirming that Susie didn't have any latent dangers through Virtual Persona, Audrey exhaled indiscernibly.
"If I don't go, I'll be even more suspected. That way, the danger will be unavoidable. It might even affect the others in this house."
Besides, this is also an opportunity. Just as Mr. Hanged Man said, since the apocalypse is coming, all the hard work and attempts that don't bring about a disaster are meaningful … Audrey added inwardly before saying, "It's time for the apocalypse to arrive.
She then said, "I'll protect myself.
"Susie, did you encounter anything else just now?"
Susie barked, "Woof!"
"No.
"Audrey, are you really going?"
"Yes." Audrey gave a definite answer.
"Then, can you bring me along? Just like before, I'm just a dog in their eyes, "Susie mustered up her courage and said.
"No, there's no need. I'll be back soon. Believe me, I'll be blessed by God," Audrey replied with a faint smile.
After comforting Susie, she used her Psychological Invisibility ability and left the luxurious villa as though she was going out normally.
After she left, in a corner on the first floor, a servant who was cleaning suddenly lowered his head and whispered words that he had never learned before:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
…
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace.
The figure sitting at The Fool's seat naturally checked the newly-formed prayer light and discovered that the believer was very unfamiliar.
It's the same environment as Miss Justice's home … It's suspected that she's being guided by a Virtual Persona that has invaded her mind island … Miss Justice used this method to avoid surveillance and pray for blessings … The figure quickly made a judgment and transferred the corresponding situation to his main body.
A few seconds later, Klein entered Sefirah Castle and let the Worms of Spirit that he had left behind burrow back into his body.
Miss Justice is becoming more and more like a High-Sequence Spectator … Klein praised inwardly as he cast his gaze at the crimson star representing Justice.
…
In the park with the lake.
Just as Audrey entered, she saw a large carriage drive over. The coachman was an ordinary middle-aged man wearing an old top hat and a dark jacket.
However, in Audrey's eyes, the coachman didn't exist at all because he didn't have a corresponding mind island or consciousness.
In other words, the coachman was just an illusion, a fake person. The driver of the carriage was the horse itself.
A few seconds later, the large carriage stopped in front of Audrey, and the door creaked open.
"Please come in." A deep male voice sounded from inside.
Audrey lifted her skirt slightly and boarded the carriage. She saw a gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair.
His pale yellow eyebrows were very long, and his hair was neatly combed back. There were some wrinkles on his forehead, and his face was abnormally pale.
"Mr. Derlau? Aren't you already dead? "Audrey recognized the gentleman in front of her and appropriately expressed her surprise.
"To a Spectator, death only represents the end of one's identity. In other plays, I'm still alive," the old-fashioned gentleman in the black wheelchair replied with a smile. "Apart from being the former medical consultant of the royal family and the former president of Baekeland Medical College, I'm also the King of the Black Throne, Barros Hopkins, a famous hermit, Eric Drake, and so on."
"Then how should I address you?" Audrey asked politely as she watched the car door close automatically from the corner of her eye.
The old-fashioned gentleman stroked the wheels on both sides of the chair.
"You can call me Mr. President, or you can continue calling me Mr. Derlau."
He then pointed to the row of seats on the left side of the carriage.
"Have a seat. Let's go somewhere first, and then we'll discuss the matter of you becoming a Psychological Alchemy councilor."
Audrey nodded slightly and sat down calmly.
She didn't hide anything as she cast her gaze out the window. She was slightly surprised to discover that in the blink of an eye, the park had turned into an unfamiliar city, a city shrouded in the night.
In the city stood gorgeous buildings that exuded an extremely mysterious and dark aura. Gentlemen in top hats and trench coats walked around, as well as women in complicated and gloomy dresses.
As Audrey swept her gaze, she saw a gentleman beside the carriage. He had short black fur on his face and sharp canine teeth in his mouth.
This was a werewolf.
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