After recognizing the leader of the mural, Klein subconsciously suspected that this was the content of his dream.
However, he quickly rejected this thought. This was because the unlucky Anderson wasn't anyone he knew, nor was he someone he had met before or had any impression of. There was a high chance that it wasn't an extension of his dream.
And Anderson had clearly said that he had become unlucky because of seeing the mural. He had a strong connection with the mural, so it was a part of his dream!
Converging his psyche, Klein took a careful look and quickly discovered that the mural here was different from the one Little Sun had seen in the True Creator's abandoned temple.
The background here was a sea burning with golden flames. The previous mural was a desolate and silent plain.
The destination here was the depths of the sea. The previous mural was a distant mountain. At the top of the mountain was a huge cross and a person hanging upside down.
Here, the Angel of Fate Ouroboros's feet were black mud and fish with their heads plunged into it. The previous mural was a meandering river.
It's not the same mural. It's closer to a record of the different stages of a pilgrimage … Klein nodded with a guess.
A scene had already surfaced in his mind:
A long time ago, during a certain period in the Fourth Epoch, Tail Devourer Ouroboros led a team of pious pilgrims or the remaining believers of the True Creator. Under the pursuit of many powerful enemies, "He" took a boat to these waters.
Due to certain reasons, "He" abandoned the boat and relied on the True Creator's help or "His" own strength to directly split the sea and lead the devout believers through this area to enter the Forsaken Land of the Gods. He preserved the tinder of organizations like the Rose Redemption and the Aurora Order.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, they traversed the desolate plains and built temples on the "pilgrimage," which was later discovered by Little Sun and company.
From the fact that Snake of Mercury Will Auceptin was forced to restart the cycle and revert to an embryo, the Tail Devourer is likely still alive … Does this mean that "He" led the pilgrims to their final destination — the True Creator's holy residence? Does this mean that the True Creator's holy residence is somewhere in the Forsaken Land of the Gods? Thinking of this, Klein suddenly had some inexplicable feelings.
If my guess is right, it means that no matter how the City of Silver tries to save itself and pass down the torch, when the True Creator fully awakens or returns to his normal state, they will inevitably head towards destruction!
When one was very close to the Evil God's Divine Kingdom or Holy Sanctuary, one's existence had nothing to do with one's own efforts!
It was like the foam stirred up by the surging sea. When the wave passed, it would disappear.
Under the gaze of the Evil God, the human race and human civilization were so fragile.
"No, I can't be so pessimistic. I was just guessing that the one who sent Will Auceptin, the chairman of the Life School of Thought, to reincarnate wasn't Ouroboros. Perhaps the True Creator wouldn't recover or awaken so easily." He "might be suffering the seal of the seven deities …
Therefore, the City of Silver still has a chance to open up a path between the Forsaken Land of the Gods and the outside world before the evil gods break free from their restraints and move out! This is probably the reason why the City of Silver's Chief released Elder Shepherd. They need to use every bit of power they can use … Klein forcefully reined in his thoughts.
He immediately felt a little worried, afraid that he had already fallen into the "cycle of fate" created by the Tail Devourer.
At that moment, he instinctively wanted to take four steps counterclockwise and go above the gray fog to forcefully retrieve the memories that might have been erased. But in the end, he held back this urge and planned on observing first.
From the perspective of interpreting the symbols, there were no circulating rivers here. There were only black mud with fish stuck in it. It meant that there was no cycle of fate, only the entanglement of bad luck!
This matched Anderson's words!
As a King of Angels, Ouroboros definitely doesn't only have one "cycle of fate." It's completely logical for different temples and murals to have different powers … Besides, this is a dream!
Besides, even if I don't do anything and really fall into a cycle, constantly repeating my conversation with Admiral of Stars to the point of observing, the problem will still be resolved when Monday comes. When that happens, the Tarot definitely won't be held as planned. Miss Justice and the rest will definitely pray in puzzlement, and I'll be able to use this to recover my memories … Klein instantly felt confident. The panic and tension in his heart had either vanished or been buried deep within him.
He looked up and realized that the hall was very deep. He couldn't see the end at a glance, and the light that shone in from the door was only limited to the entrance. The other areas were rather dark, and the deeper he went, the darker it became. He could only vaguely see wooden doors on both sides, but he had no idea where they led to.
Looking at the dark and gloomy scene, Klein's desire to continue exploring dropped to its lowest point.
I've already encountered a mural left behind by a King of Angels here. Who knows what will happen if I head deeper and enter other rooms …
The fear of the unknown was an extremely ancient emotion. Being able to predict danger without knowing the source of the danger was the unknown that brought the most intense fear. Klein observed himself for a few seconds before stopping.
He turned to Anderson, who was cleaving at the gigantic tree with an ax.
"Why are you here?"
Anderson raised his head to look at him and sneered.
"I'm a treasure hunter.
"What do you think I'm here for?"
Treasure hunter … Klein asked in passing.
"There's treasure here?"
Anderson continued burying his head in creating the so-called canoe as his voice turned deep.
"There are treasures everywhere in these waters.
"As long as you can successfully obtain them and leave alive."
That's true … But the problem lies in the fact that it's very dangerous if you aren't a demigod. And it's even more dangerous for a demigod … Klein looked deep into the hall.
"Do you know what's there?"
Anderson traced his gaze and glanced at it.
"I don't know.
"At least a third of my companions formed a team and explored that area, but they never returned."
"Are you referring to the real World or the dream?" Klein asked with careful thought.
Bang!
After the ax landed, Anderson smiled.
"Of course, the real World.
"The ones who explored the dream were a third of my companions. They similarly never returned."
"…" Klein drew a breath and thought for a moment.
"What happened to their bodies in the real World?"
"They mutated into monsters and killed many of their companions." Anderson pulled out his ax and cleaved down with all his might.
Clang!
Amidst a crisp sound, his ax shattered into two. As the rupture happened to the back, the fragments shot at him.
Anderson's right chest and abdomen immediately bled red blood like a fountain.
He used his left hand to cover a wound, looked up at Klein, and smiled bitterly.
"I've said it before. Ever since I saw that mural, I've been shrouded in bad luck.
"Thankfully, I'm not too unlucky. At the very least, they didn't destroy my ordinary handsome face."
… How did these two adjectives end up together? Klein watched Anderson quickly take out the fragments, treat his wounds, and consume the medicine. He discovered that his emotions were stable, and his methods were practiced. It was as though he was already used to it.
With one hand in his pocket, Klein toyed with the coin inside and deliberated before asking,
He deliberated and asked, "When your companions began their exploration, did you and the remaining group stay behind to study the mural?"
Anderson was taken aback as he tied the medicine bag back to his belt and wiped his mouth.
"No.
"I was part of the third that explored forward."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit, revealing a genial smile.
This … Klein's pupils constricted as he arched his back slightly and raised his left palm.
At this moment, blinding sunlight shone down. Everything was first bright white before it faded and vanished.
Klein naturally opened his eyes and realized that it was noon again.
He took out his golden pocket watch, opened it, and glanced at it.
It's only been half an hour. This night is a little short …
That unlucky Anderson clearly looked very normal, but I never expected him to be so terrifying!
After getting out of bed, he suddenly recalled something. The Snake of Fate, Will Auceptin, had yet to "reply" to him!
As everyone's dreams have been pulled into the World and aren't connected to the spirit world, "He" isn't able to locate them? Or could it be that "He" sensed Tail Devourer Ouroboros's aura and didn't dare approach? Or is there something wrong with these waters? As his thoughts raced, Klein decided to verify the matter.
As for how to verify it, the method was simple. It was to take advantage of the noon to sleep again.
However, he wasn't in a rush to do so. This was because he didn't know if there were any taboos about not sleeping during the day.
Wearing his cap, Klein came to the captain's room and knocked on the door.
After three knocks, he retracted his hand and waited patiently.
Before long, Admiral of Stars Cattleya opened the door.
Her face no longer had the confusion from her dream. She had also put on her thick glasses again.
"Can I sleep during the day?" Klein asked directly.
Cattleya nodded.
"Yes."
After answering, she hesitated for a moment.
"In the dream just now, you seemed to be very mobile?"
Thinking of the dangers lurking in these waters and how he might be forced to reveal something in the future, Klein decided to take the initiative to lay the groundwork.
He looked at Cattleya and smiled politely.
"Yes.
"This is a gift from my Lord."
My Lord … Cattleya's eyes shimmered under her thick glasses.
She frowned, which was a rare sight, before relaxing it without asking further.
Klein thought for a moment and added, "Be careful of Heath Doyle."
"Be careful of Heath Doyle."
Cattleya clearly understood what he meant as she directly replied, "Don't worry.
He has a Sealed Artifact. Its negative effects allow him to only hear sounds that come from very close sources. "
That's a clever use of negative effects … Klein didn't waste his breath as he took off his hat and bowed. He turned around and walked back to his room.
He lay down again and once again fell asleep with the help of Cogitation.
In the World of Dreams, he woke up and saw the familiar pitch-black wasteland and dark steeple.
Phew, thankfully, I can make contact … Klein heaved a sigh of relief. He walked all the way to the tower and saw the scattered tarot cards and new words in the same spot.
"There are many dangers there, but the most dangerous is the dream that comes after night falls.
"This doesn't mean that it will vanish if you don't sleep.
"Do not explore that dream!
"Absolutely do not explore that dream!
"Due to the lack of space here, I won't explain the reason. Alright, just kidding. The reason is that it contains certain dreams left behind by certain deities."
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