Returning to his bedroom, he skillfully took out a candle mixed with sandalwood incense and placed it in the middle of his desk. He had yet to dispel the wall of spirituality that had yet to be removed.
Following that, he followed the procedure and used his spirituality to ignite the candle, sprinkling the essential oils, extract, and herbal powder that symbolized good luck and mystery. He saw the flickering flame repeat the two states of dim and bright, and he smelled the tranquil and leisurely fragrance.
Klein took two steps back, looked at the candle on the table, and shouted in Jotun,
"I!"
After a slight pause, he switched to Hermes.
"I summon in my name:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
In an instant, the flickering dim candle flame and the tranquil fragrance intertwined and fused into an illusory vortex that crazily absorbed the spirituality.
By the time Klein finished chanting the incantation, the vortex had stabilized into a palm-sized grayish-white circle.
After examining it a few times, Klein, without any hesitation, took four steps counterclockwise and returned above the gray fog. Unsurprisingly, he saw the high-back chair that belonged to him ripple with ripples of light, accentuating the strange symbol formed by a portion of the Pupil-less Eye and a portion of the Contorted Lines.
He took a deep breath, used Cogitation to stabilize his mind, and reached out to touch his target.
Almost at the same time, he heard the summoning incantation he had just recited. He saw the surging spirituality and the ripple-like ripples of light merge to form an illusory door.
Compared to the previous time, this door was completely formed, and it was covered in mysterious patterns!
And in the middle of these patterns was the strange symbol behind The Fool's high-back chair. It was a strange symbol formed by a portion of the Pupil-less Eye and a portion of the Contorted Lines!
Looking at the swaying illusory door that was about to open, Klein focused his mind and gave it a strong push.
Silently, the never-changing grayish-white fog and the majestic ancient palace were like the surface of a lake with a stone thrown into it. Ripples appeared one after another as they surged in the direction of the Gate of Summoning.
A heavy sound of friction suddenly rang out, and the illusory and weird door suddenly cracked open a little. Through it, one could vaguely see the extremely dark and deep World behind it. There were countless indescribable transparent shadows, and there were different colors and pure brilliance that contained infinite knowledge.
At this moment, Klein felt an unimaginable and irresistible suction force coming from behind the door, and he was involuntarily sucked in.
Holy shit! Is there no room for consideration? Just as he thought of this, his figure passed through the gap and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.
The extreme dizziness in his "head" and the roars that bordered on madness gradually subsided. Klein finally regained his self-awareness.
In front of him was a young man in an old shirt, with black hair and brown eyes, and ordinary facial features. He was of medium height and thin, but he seemed to contain a lot of strength. He had an obvious scholarly aura, but he didn't appear gloomy at all.
… Isn't that me? Klein was no stranger to such a scene. He encountered similar situations every day when he looked in the mirror and tidied up his clothes.
He nodded slightly and looked around as if he had realized something. He saw his bed with a white sheet, the coat rack with a half top hat, a tailcoat, and a thin black trench coat. He saw a shelf with many books on it. He saw a desk that was clean and tidy, with only one candle left on it. He saw a candle that gave off a pale glow.
And he was now floating in front of the palm-sized grayish-white circle.
So, did I really "summon" myself out? It's similar to the effect of my soul leaving my body … But it seems a little different … Klein looked at the body that belonged to him in front of him. He looked at "his" empty eyes that were in a daze and fell into deep thought.
However, he was finally certain of one thing. Only one's soul could head above the gray fog, which was also a Soul Body in mysticism. Their external appearance was that of an Astral Projection.
It's no wonder I can directly see Justice, The Hanging Man, and Sun's Astral Projection surface above the gray fog. From there, I can determine if they are Beyonders and roughly determine their Sequences … Hmm, my body seems to be protected to a certain extent, protected by the power of the ritual. I can stand so stably without losing my balance and collapsing to the ground … Miss Justice and the rest should be the same … Klein slowly adapted to the present situation and began to examine the respective states of his body and soul.
He retracted his gaze and attempted to drive his Spirit Body that had been fused with some mysterious spatial powers.
Whoosh!
A slightly cold wind blew and circled around the bedroom. Klein happily tasted the feeling of flying as he circled around again and again.
Within the same city, I can also act as a messenger … I just don't know if I can carry objects from the real world … He controlled his emotions and stopped. He floated in midair and began to test his other abilities.
He grabbed the notebook on the bookshelf, but his palm went through it and back again. He had nowhere to exert his strength.
It feels a little sticky. It's different from passing through the air … When I become stronger, or when I can stir more of the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog, I might be able to do it … Klein tried to grab a single piece of paper, but he still couldn't grab it.
After thinking for more than ten seconds, he flew to the coat rack and reached his blurry, transparent hand into the pocket of his black trench coat. He touched the Slumber Charm and Requiem Charm that had been successfully reimbursed.
These were items that were infused with his own spirituality. In the realm of mysticism, they were different from ordinary objects from the real world. Therefore, Klein wanted to try and see if he could carry them.
His palm passed through it again, but he could clearly sense the existence of the charm and the fusion of spirituality. However, his "strength" wasn't strong enough to pick up the charm. Of course, it could also be said that the spirituality of the charm wasn't strong enough, making it difficult for it to resonate strongly with his current state of existence.
The spirituality isn't strong enough … Klein turned to the other pocket in thought. It contained the Flaring Sun Charm that was made by stealing the power of the god's blood and infusing it with his own spirituality.
A warm feeling quickly spread through his body, making his body more stable and his thoughts clearer.
He picked up the thin gold piece and took it out of his pocket. In the newly added mirror in the room, the charm floated out by itself, just like how it was described in many ghost stories.
I can carry the Flaring Sun Charm, and I can directly use spirituality to speak … Hmm, in this state, I have a certain level of strength … Klein flew to the mirror and stopped in front of it. He saw that there was only a thin gold piece in the mirror. Other than that, there was only the furniture and the darkness caused by the closed curtains.
After thinking for a few seconds, he placed the Flaring Sun Charm on the bed and returned to the mirror, trying to see if he could enter it.
His vision turned black, and Klein's perspective suddenly changed. He saw all the images that were reflected in the mirror, and he saw the blurry outlines of objects in the dark environment. This made him feel like he was hiding in a hidden corner, peeping into a small part of the room.
I can really enter the mirror, but this is just an ordinary item. It doesn't lead to some mysterious World … Klein nodded slightly, rushed forward, and returned to the room.
The success of carrying the Flaring Sun Charm gave him great confidence, so he tried to grab another item.
It was Aztec's copper whistle!
The moment he touched this ancient and exquisite item, Klein suddenly felt his spirituality swell and turn cold.
With a leap, his illusory eyes turned into burning flames, dark black flames.
I seem to be a little stronger. My state is closer to that of a wraith, but I don't have that intense resentment … Klein's settled mind reflected his current appearance.
This was an ability belonging to a Clown.
Mr. Aztec's copper whistle is indeed magical. He nodded and found that he could pick up a piece of paper of a certain weight. There was no doubt that the Slumber Charm could do the same.
It's a pity that the silver ritual dagger can be carried, but the revolver is too heavy to pick up … Klein ended his attempts in this area and turned to studying if his current state had any spellcasting abilities.
After serious experiments, he confirmed that his "summoned" self had two spell-like abilities. One was to use an invisible roar to directly intimidate the target's soul, and the other was to create a freezing effect through contact.
Satisfied, Klein cast his gaze out the oriel window, at the sunlight and streets that were covered by the curtains.
I wonder if I can move around during the day in my current state … he mumbled as he floated to the window.
Then, Klein carefully pulled the curtains open, allowing some sunlight to penetrate the wall of spirituality and shine into the bedroom.
Under the bright sunlight, Klein discovered that his Spirit Body was evaporating into a black fog, and his strength was fading bit by bit.
He hurriedly let go, allowing the curtains to cover the light again.
It doesn't work … Klein pondered for a moment and looked at the Flaring Sun Charm on the bed.
If I had the augmentation of the Eternal Blazing Sun's divine blood, would it have a different effect? He floated to the bed and tried to grab the thin piece of gold.
However, just as he touched his target, the warm and pure feeling clashed with his swelling and cold spirituality. It was like how water and fire couldn't coexist.
Sizzle!
He threw away the gold piece in his palm as though he had been scalded.
Mr. Aztec's copper whistle and the Flaring Sun Charm can't exist in my Spirit Body at the same time … Enlightened, Klein put down the copper whistle and let his spirituality shrink, extinguishing the black flames in his eye sockets.
In this state, both my spell-like abilities have weakened … After experimenting, Klein grabbed the Flaring Sun Charm and once again felt the stability and warmth of his Spirit Body.
He returned to the window and cautiously pulled back the curtain a little.
Sunlight shone in and shone on his body. There was only warmth and no harm.
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