With this thought in mind, Klein immediately planned on doing some preparatory work.
That was to explore the spirit world and choose a suitable target to become a messenger. Once he left the Rorsted Archipelago and the surrounding waters, he would bring the Sea God Scepter over to reason with the target and convince them to become his messenger.
Once I get lost or encounter a dangerous situation, I'll immediately end the summoning and return above the gray fog. There's basically no risk in doing so … Klein thought for a few seconds, locked the door, and began the ritual to summon himself.
At the end of the ritual, he quickly went above the gray fog, but he wasn't in a hurry to respond. Instead, he sat down and let the Sea God Scepter fly out from the junk pile and land in his palm.
He planned on routinely scanning through the prayers of the believers to see if there was anything he needed to respond to.
During this process, Klein discovered that some of the prayers were actually quite interesting. This was because humans could deceive their friends and relatives, but it was very difficult for them to keep their truest thoughts when confessing or praying to a deity. At most, they could make some embellishments to make them look less bad.
A mixed-blood who had entered the middle ranks of the Bayam police department was clearly inclined to convert to the Lord of Storms, but during his confession, he tried his best to describe his actions as a plan to endure humiliation. For the sake of a better future for his local bloodline, he could only repent to the deity in pain, hoping that "He" would bless him and use his identity as a believer of the Lord of Storms to climb higher in the police system.
Although his words didn't sound flawed, the fluctuations in his thoughts and emotions during his confession were clearly presented in the prayer scene. It was a feeling that couldn't be concealed.
While deceiving himself, I'm also trying to deceive a deity … If it were a sea serpent like Cavituis without much intelligence, he might've believed it … Should I give him a bolt of lightning or ten wind blades? Yes, a mixed-blood who can climb to the position of a high-ranking inspector is pretty good. I'll keep him. A snitch has its uses … Klein raised the Sea God Scepter, making one of the blue gems glow.
The light entered the scene and invisibly soaked the high-ranking inspector named Bulaya.
This wasn't a curse, nor was it an influence. It was a mark at the level of godhood, and it was almost impossible for others to discover it.
To put it simply, it's a one-sided "special attention" … Klein silently added in his heart.
He continued browsing and saw a bronze-skinned young believer with slightly curly hair praying to the gods to let a man named Zhang Mu be caught in a storm and buried in the ocean. On the surface, the reason was that the other party was not pious enough, but the real thought in his heart was that they were both fishermen, but Zhang Mu's harvest was always greater than his.
What kind of nonsense is this? The human heart is really hard to fathom … Klein frowned at first and muttered to himself silently. Then, he had a vague idea.
To truly act as a Faceless, not only must there be no loopholes in his appearance, habits, and other aspects, he must also maintain the basic consistency of his personality. He can't make too many changes, and when it comes to personality, everyone is different. There are certain differences …
"By browsing through the prayers of my believers, it's as if I don't have to go through so much trouble to see different personalities and different psychological states. The 'faces' of thousands of people doesn't just refer to looks …
This will be very important for my subsequent acting as a Faceless. It can save me time accumulating experience.
Klein increasingly felt that acting as Sea God would be of great help to him.
When you really act as a demigod, even if you don't receive any feedback, you will definitely gain quite a bit … This is an experience of a high-level state … Klein's mind jolted as he browsed through the prayer scenes in a less perfunctory manner.
The scenes flashed by quickly, and his gaze stopped on a merchant named Ralph.
This merchant praised the miracle of Sea God's reappearance and expressed that he would donate a third of his wealth, which was worth 20,000 pounds, to the Resistance. Half of it would be used for military expenses, and the other half would be used to rebuild the God's statue.
Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble. I can just make a sacrifice … Klein muttered half-jokingly.
He thought for a moment and conjured the background of the coexistence of waves and storms, heavy rain, and lightning. He replied in a deep voice,
He replied in a deep voice, "Helping your compatriots and companions is to praise my name.
"Those young lambs need help, food, and education."
He planned on getting Ralph to use his 20,000 pounds to set up a charity fund and seek donations from society to make up for the damage and build consensus. Under the pretext of helping the rule, he would provide food, clothing, and education to the children of local descent.
As for the Resistance's military expenses, Klein knew very well that in this World with Beyonder powers, it would be very difficult to succeed just by relying on the resistance of the local people in the colonies. Therefore, he had to rely on the help of Feysac, Intis, and other foreign countries.
And providing funds was undoubtedly a part of the help.
Unfortunately, I can't add "to the Ten Commandments to boldly freeload for funds." This would damage the image of Sea God … The Resistance shouldn't always think about annihilating the garrisons. They should focus on destroying the transportation infrastructure and making it more difficult for the governor-general's office to rule, so as to facilitate negotiations … As a keyboard warrior, Klein didn't lack ideas in such matters.
He quickly reined in his wandering thoughts and did a divination on whether it would be dangerous to explore the spirit world today.
After receiving the revelation that it wasn't considered dangerous, Klein put on the Dark Emperor card, naturally changed his appearance, and stepped into the Door of Summoning.
After entering the real World, he stuffed the few mystical items he needed into his body as a precaution. Then, just like the last time, he used Cogitation to sense the spirit world.
Taking a step forward and passing through an invisible curtain, Klein floated up in an illusory manner.
Around him, red, yellow, blue, green, and other colors were superimposed, like the most abstract oil painting. The concepts of up, down, left, and right that belonged to humans were no longer applicable here. If one were to use a similar method to determine direction and location, they would definitely get lost.
Klein carefully and casually wandered around. Sometimes, he could see a yellow Sun that resembled a child's sketch. At other times, he would brush past a river that flowed quietly but didn't have any substance.
There was also a flat woman with a bare upper body, a moon with a smiling face, a canoe with its head and tail up, a messy ball of string, and a serpentine staircase that led to seven pure beams of light …
In this extremely chaotic World, other than spirit world creatures, all kinds of information existed in the form of abstract symbols. Therefore, divination could only give him a revelation that needed to be interpreted by himself.
And those symbols could come to life and become incorporeal monsters.
This was the spirit world that couldn't be understood or viewed with human common sense.
What left him puzzled was another problem. The last time he entered, he had easily discovered spirit world creatures. He had sensed a hair-raising gaze coming from an unknown location. He had easily encountered a headless woman with four heads, round eyes with distinct black and white, and a gigantic jellyfish with skull-like tentacles.
But this time, he didn't see a single spirit world creature after wandering around for a while. Even the indescribable figures in the distance had disappeared, as though they had hidden themselves.
It can't be because they're afraid of being my messenger, right? Hmm, I'm entering the spirit world directly as a Soul Body. Perhaps my thoughts will appear invisibly due to the uniqueness of this place, turning into hidden symbols and thus interacting with the spirit world, naturally affecting my path choice? Klein thought in puzzlement, but he couldn't figure out the reason.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind as his body suddenly sank and began free falling.
After falling for a while, all Klein could see were clearly stacked colors and all kinds of corporeal symbols.
What's going on? He began considering if he should write a letter to ask Mr. Aztec, or if he should throw the radio transceiver above the gray fog and taint it with his aura to contact Arrodes.
As he floated, Klein's heart suddenly stirred as he dodged to the side.
A smear of yellow and green flashed in front of his eyes as a foot that was so huge that it could flatten him landed, stepping into the intersecting red and blue colors.
Above the foot was a festering leg that was flowing with yellowish-green liquid. It was more than three meters long, and further up was a massive body wrapped in corpse oil bandages.
Amidst the aura that seemed to freeze the surroundings, the two legs that were flowing with yellowish-green pus rose up one after another. With an indiscernible body, it quickly disappeared into the depths of the spirit world.
Klein stood a distance away, not daring to make a sound.
Finally, after confirming that he was fine, he gritted his teeth and thought, The spirit world sure is terrifying.
If I'm not careful, I'll encounter a powerhouse passing by … A powerhouse among the spirit world creatures?
Klein shook his head and continued his search.
At that moment, he had no idea which part of the spirit world he had wandered to.
After drifting for a while, he finally found traces of spirit world creatures.
Just as he was about to change from flying forward to landing left, he was surprised to discover that his body continued moving forward uncontrollably. Furthermore, it was getting faster and faster.
In front of him, the messy stacked colors and the grayish-white fog suddenly split apart. A gigantic three-masted sailboat covered in pure black leaped in.
The ship was nearly a hundred meters long, and three pitch-black sails hung high like a flag.
There were cannons on its left and right sides, and there were all kinds of sailors running around on the deck.
All of this looked so real and realistic, completely at odds with the overall situation in the spirit world.
But as the ship completely entered the spirit world, its blackness rapidly thickened and was tainted with an illusory feeling.
On its deck, there was a mottled stone chair that was two to three meters tall with its back facing the cabin. Sitting on the chair was a behemoth that was comparable to an ancient giant.
He had a black beard that just reached his neck, and he wore a tall crown with a steeple on his head. He wore a gorgeous black robe with silver edges, and the lines on his face were hard and deep. He was filled with dignity, making one subconsciously want to lower their heads.
Below the slightly wrinkled broad forehead, above the high nose bridge, two dark red eyes flowed with a dark red light, reflecting Klein, who was wearing black full-body armor and a pitch-black crown.
As for Klein, he found it difficult to stop and slow down as he flew towards him.
Their gazes met amid the layers of colors and various symbols in the spirit world before Klein disappeared.
The "giant" on the mottled stone chair didn't retract his gaze as he continued looking in that direction in silence for a long time.
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