The avatar that Klein created was based on his current state, not Dawn Dantès, Sherlock Moriarty, or Merlin Hermes. This was to prevent any cognitive barriers.
After encountering the anomaly brought about by Adam, he became even more careful in such matters.
Glancing at the avatar, Klein's mind stirred, causing its face to turn blank.
The avatar then reached out its right hand, mobilized the power of Sefirah Castle, and grabbed at the main body.
Again and again, after failing more than ten times, it finally extracted a bit of dark light from the main body.
Finally … Klein sighed and extinguished the thought of extending such an attempt to actual combat.
He didn't resist at all. With his body and mind open, the avatar had to spend so much time and fail so many times before finally succeeding despite using Sefirah Castle's level and power. The value of actual combat was obvious.
As more and more Beyonder characteristics left his body, Klein relaxed. He felt like he had finally abandoned a heavy burden after carrying it for a long time.
Of course, his mental state also fluctuated to a certain extent. This was because after losing Zaratul's remnant psyche, the awakened will of the Celestial Worthy corroded his mind even more intensely.
This was within Klein's expectations, so he didn't panic at all. With his long-stabilized self-awareness, his rather tenacious will, and sufficient anchors, he gradually resisted the corruption from the Celestial Worthy's will and found a new balance.
At the same time, when the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic that Klein hadn't digested entered the avatar's body, its blank, featureless face suddenly warped. It grew a pair of dark, lusterless eyes and a faintly discernible white beard.
At this moment, it was extremely close to Zaratul.
However, it was unable to withstand the madness brought about by the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic. Its body rapidly collapsed as transparent and twisted maggots crawled out, extending out slippery and sinister tentacles.
It lost control on the spot.
Klein didn't let it go. Without any hesitation, he moved his finger and transformed the avatar into his marionette.
The process of losing control was thus interrupted.
At this stage, he had already made all the preparations. His body was in a state where he had digested the potion and could accommodate The Fool's Uniqueness. He also had a Sequence 1 marionette.
Klein leaned back in his chair and went through what he had to do next in his mind to see if there were any fatal mistakes.
Regarding the battle of the gods, this is all I can do for now. In the future, I can only do my best … Hmm, was I too optimistic about the earlier process? With the help of the Goddess and the River of Eternal Darkness, there's no need to worry about the Antigonus family's ancestor causing any accidents? After a round of examination, Klein felt that he had not been cautious enough. He had been a little arrogant and careless.
After some thought, he created another doppelganger with a blank face.
After doing that, Klein stood up, took out Creeping Hunger from the fog of history, and wore it on his left hand.
This was a preparation for a possible small-scale battle. In such a scenario, "Blink" was faster and more convenient than "Grafting."
After straightening his collar, Klein slowly surveyed his surroundings, allowing his gaze to land on the strange door of light that was stained with bluish-black. It landed on the humans who were hanging there and wrapped in transparent cocoons.
As he scanned them one by one, his gaze fixed on the three cracked, transparent "cocoons."
In the next second, Klein's figure vanished and appeared in the grayish-white fog of history. He walked step by step to a time before the First Epoch and walked into the stacked city of old.
He stood at the top of a dilapidated building that was barely standing, looking down at the pile of ruins, the public transportation that had turned into discs, and the cars that were stacked one after another.
Amidst the silence, his gaze swept across the remaining houses. It was as if he could see through the barriers of history, and he could see the electric lights that lit up one after another inside the houses.
The light from these electric lights gently spread out, illuminating the glass, the buildings, the streets, and the ruins in a corner of the old city.
After staring for a long time, Klein retracted his gaze and took a step forward, returning to the real World.
Right on the heels of that, he directly teleported to the peak of the Hornacis mountain range. He "saw" the dilapidated ancient palace that was shrouded in fog and overgrown with weeds.
His marionette and avatar immediately appeared in front of him like two guards.
Facing the ancient palace, Klein pressed down on his top hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.
The peak of the Hornacis mountain range immediately turned dark as illusory stars began to appear around it.
Klein had "Grafted" this place with the astral world.
Without any hesitation, he walked to the entrance of the ancient palace with his marionette and avatar.
The marionette that looked rather similar to him took a step forward. It bent its back, stretched out its hands, and slowly pushed the heavy stone door.
Amidst the creaking sounds of friction, the door opened bit by bit, revealing the scene inside.
And it was different from the time Klein had delivered the Tren Sostel Brass Book. It was pitch-black inside, preventing anyone from seeing the numerous corpses hanging in the hall or the transparent maggots entrenched on the huge stone chair.
Without needing to guess, Klein used his intuition as a Seer at the King of Angels level to confirm that this was a change brought about by the Evernight Goddess using the River of Eternal Darkness's water to send the ancestor of the Antigonus family into an eternal slumber.
After his marionette and avatar entered one after another, he slowly walked through the door and stepped into the interior of the palace.
The darkness swayed and underwent changes.
Many buildings appeared in the surroundings, and many figures walked on the streets. Voices spread out, causing the entire environment to suddenly become lively, and there was a bit of clamor.
People ignored Klein and his marionette and avatar as they headed to different places and discussed all sorts of matters.
They and the buildings were dark in color, close to black and white. It was like an old photo that had suddenly come alive from the depths of history.
This made Klein think of the black-and-white holographic projection, the scenes in the Historical Void, and the realistic dream.
He strolled along the streets of such a town, moving forward as he gradually ascended the streets.
The closer he got to the top, the grander the buildings became. Huge stone pillars propped up an exaggerated dome.
The people living in this "old black-and-white photo" were generally tall. They looked like they were studying, working, and resting normally.
The scenes here changed continuously, showing the birth of a baby, the growth of a child, the ignorance of youth, the troubles of adulthood, the pressure of middle-age, and the sorrow of aging.
Of course, these scenes were interspersed with each other, but there were times when one of them was the main theme.
As Klein ventured deeper, he began to see some of the townspeople die.
Their loved ones didn't feel too sad. They carried the deceased back home and placed them on the bed, beside the pillow, as though the corpses were still alive.
When Klein was about to leave the vicinity of the town, the deceased crawled up from their beds, left their loved ones, and walked out of their homes. Step by step, they walked to the top of the street.
There was also a city there. It seemed to be the City of the Dead, the final home of all life, the kingdom of eternal rest.
This was very close to where ordinary people lived. The latter was spread out from the mountainside to the peak, while the former was at the peak.
Others might be surprised by such a state, but Klein instantly understood what this place was and what such a scene meant.
This was because he could see the Spirit Body Threads on the bodies of the deceased.
Just as they were about to die, the Spirit Body Threads would float to the peak and be controlled by an unknown existence.
In other words, they had become marionettes.
Therefore, the deceased could leave their homes and head for the peak after a period of time.
And this matched the details of the "Research on the Hornacis main peak's ancient ruins" that Klein had read back then.
The Country of the Evernight belonged to Mother Sky of the Evernight pathway, but at the peak, there was a marionette town that was used by the Antigonus family's ancestor.
Hence, the residents of the Country of the Evernight respected and feared the night. They believed in Mother Sky, and at the same time, they believed that death wasn't the end. They believed that their deceased loved ones would protect them in the night.
Indeed, death wasn't the end. The City of the Dead was just beside them, at the peak. It was just a walk away, and the deceased would continue their lives there in the form of marionettes.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this was no doubt equivalent to being alive.
The Country of the Living and the City of the Dead were connected just like that, at the two ends of the short path. The distance between life and death was so close, so close that they were like neighbors.
This also explained why the Country of the Evernight didn't have any tombs. This was because the deceased didn't need to be buried. They would become marionettes and head to the peak.
This should be the Country of the Evernight from back then … Klein nodded gently as he climbed to the peak of the dark environment.
What he saw was indeed a seemingly ordinary town, but everyone here was a marionette.
Passing through the marionettes in different clothes and appearances, Klein entered the magnificent palace that consecrated a deity.
Deep in the palace, on the huge stone chair, a figure propped his elbows on the armrest and leaned his head against the back of the chair.
"His" face was rather young, but "His" long hair was half white, half hidden while the other half was obvious. "His" appearance was male, and "His" eyes were darker than Zaratul's. "Furthermore," they contained an indescribable sense of the vicissitudes of life. "His" facial features weren't bad, but there was a tuft of short, thick, black hair on "His" face that resembled a wolf's hair. It gave off a contradictory feeling of being old and youthful, rational and crazy.
This was the ancestor of the Antigonus family. This time, "He" didn't appear in his Mythical Creature form. "He" was sitting on the huge stone chair in his original form.
At that moment, "His" eyes were tightly shut as though "He" was sleeping. And in the hall, there were corpses in simple or gorgeous clothes hanging.
They were like a forest that grew upside down, gently swaying in the wind.
After entering a state of eternal slumber, this ancestor of the Antigonus family has finally temporarily escaped from his loss of control and madness and returned to his former self? Klein stood in the middle of the hall and stared at the goal of his trip. He sighed.
The Country of the Evernight and the City of the Dead that he had just seen were all Antigonus's dreams.
A dream that he hadn't seen for more than a thousand years.
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