The ice-cold potion slid down his throat, causing Klein to feel a little numb, a numbness that reached deep into his soul.
He had already stopped dancing as his psyche rose for some baffling reason. He seemed to be high in the sky as he looked down at the dilapidated Revival Square, as well as Cookawa City, which was in chaos due to the repeated lightning strikes.
At that moment, his emotions stirred for some baffling reason. He felt as though every pedestrian beneath him had an invisible thread connected to his hand. They were following his commands, performing all sorts of actions, be it joy or anger, sorrow or joy.
Such a feeling was something Klein often had during this period of time. He knew that this was the point of view of a "Director." He treated all the participants as marionettes or actors, attempting to control or guide them to put on a grand show.
Grasping that sense of familiarity, Klein hurriedly adjusted his state of mind and completely removed his emotions. He watched everything with a cold and indifferent attitude, not being affected by the emotions in the show.
As a "Director," he had to follow the script, refer to reality, and make a rational analysis. He had to make choices, allowing the accumulation of emotions, the advancement of events, and the use of clues to be within his control.
With his state of mind settled, Klein's psyche immediately settled down. Following that, he felt the powers of the potion spread out in his body like a net of sharp threads.
Suddenly, Klein felt that his Soul Body, along with his flesh and blood, had been split into countless tiny pieces. Unable to hold it in any longer, he let out a tragic cry that came from deep within his soul.
"No!"
His thoughts were no longer separated as they turned into fragments that fused with different pieces of flesh and blood, forming his own consciousness.
There was the painful Klein, the arrogant Klein, the cold Klein, the gentle Klein, the self-entertaining Klein, Zhou Mingrui, Sherlock Moriarty, German Sparrow, and Dawn Dantès!
His entire spirit body seemed to have been put into a blender by someone.
Not far away, tears streamed down Leonard's cheeks. He first saw Captain Dunn, who was hugging Daly Simone, turn back into Klein Moretti. He then noticed light-colored granules protruding from Captain Dunn's face, neck, and the back of his hands, as though they had a life of their own. They kept growing outwards, turning into transparent maggots. And under his clothes, there were also signs of squirming.
This gave Leonard the feeling that the other party would disintegrate into a mass of transparent worms in the next second and run off in different directions!
Just as he was about to do something, he suddenly felt dizzy and instinctively closed his eyes, not daring to look again.
Under the sunlight, the transparent maggots that grew out from Klein's body shimmered with three-dimensional layers of mysterious symbols. They connected to a higher level and connected to the laws at the bottom. They directly displayed abstract concepts such as bizarreness, madness, change, strength, and knowledge.
Amidst the howling cold wind, illusory black threads appeared around Klein. They mixed together, forming strange "tentacles."
As the tentacles spread out, his Soul Body, Astral Projection, Body of Heart and Mind, and Ether Body were all shattered. They fused with different maggots, causing Klein's thoughts to be noisy, chaotic, and contradictory. As they floated, they seemed to fly to an infinite height. There, countless phantoms were clustered around a huge, distorted building. They were either playing music, giving speeches, roaring, or raving.
In Klein's countless messy senses, everything around him stacked up, as though he was in the spirit world. However, there were living people coming and going, and there were stars shining.
At this moment, the same memories appeared in his mind one after another — vivid memories.
It was the shocking scene of King of Angels Adam closing his eyes and praying;
It was the scene of him pressing Death Knell against Ince Zangwill and shooting him in the head;
It was the scene of him revealing a Clown's smile and saying in a deep voice, "This shot is Captain's;"
It was the scene of Spectator Adam using his clear and innocent eyes to watch the ending scene of the play;
It was the scene of him transforming into Dunn Smith and inviting Daly Simone to dance the closing dance.
They were so vivid, especially the gaze of a Spectator. It was as though there was substantial feedback and attraction, allowing Klein to gradually regain his sense of self.
I …
Who am I?
This question was answered by Klein back when he was a Faceless. Without further thought, he quickly figured out his identity.
A person from Earth who had been reshaped by Klein's memory fragments;
A person who had been deeply affected by his experiences as a Nighthawk;
A person who played it safe and was afraid of danger, but he was willing to give up everything;
A Guardian, a pitiful wretch.
The strange senses that didn't originate from his Soul Body or Body of Heart and Mind were extracted bit by bit from the fragmented fragments, condensing into Klein's new thoughts. Cold, calm, spectator, and overlooking thoughts, he could see the World's true thoughts from more angles and aspects.
He understood that this might be godhood, so he didn't resist it. Using this opportunity, he used the black threads to connect the Spirit Body fragments, slowly turning them back into a whole.
Only then did he understand the purpose of the advancement ritual.
This was a brand, as well as an anchor point. Compared to other pathways, a Bizarro Sorcerer with a split mind needed an anchor point much earlier!
However, this didn't require the support of faith. On the contrary, faith was too complex and chaotic, with too many personal emotions. It was very easy to wipe away the humanity of a Sequence 5 Beyonder in the split state of the ritual, leaving behind only godhood.
A gorgeous and profound play with the attention of many Spectators was enough to become an anchor point!
Although there were very few Spectators, as the pinnacle existence of the Spectator pathway, Adam alone could match up to thousands of ordinary Spectators. He could even imagine an entire theater of Spectators to create an effect.
All sorts of knowledge surged out from the depths of the demigod's Spirit Body, sweeping through Klein's mind, giving him an indescribable impact. His head felt like it was about to explode.
However, he, who already had divinity and had many experiences, got through this stage relatively easily with the attitude of looking down on the bystanders.
The transparent maggots on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothes retracted back into his body. He turned back into the black-haired, brown-eyed Klein Moretti.
Looking at Daly Simone, who was gradually turning cold in his arms, Klein carried the lady and walked to Leonard Mitchell. He solemnly bent down and placed her on the ground.
At that moment, Daly no longer had her pitch-black scales and pure white fur. She had returned to her original appearance. Her eyes were gently closed as the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It was as though she was having the deepest and sweetest dream.
Klein stood up and looked at Leonard, who had opened his eyes again.
He said in a deep voice, "She has returned to the Goddess's kingdom, just like Captain."
He had just used "marionettes" to stop and reverse Daly's mutation, allowing her to pass away like a human before removing his control.
"Yes." Leonard tried to force a smile, but he couldn't help but tear up.
Klein nodded gently.
"To her, this might not be a bad outcome. She has returned to the embrace of the deity she believes in as a human. And Captain and the others are there."
As he spoke, he subconsciously and sincerely raised his right hand and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion.
Leonard instinctively drew the crimson moon, but he was taken aback as his expression turned odd.
Klein looked around and said, "That's right.
"Bring Ma 'am Daly back to East Balam and say that she died from Ince Zangwill's attack, and that she made an outstanding contribution to Ince Zangwill's death.
"Don't worry, no one will investigate you. Of course, you can also take this opportunity to leave the Red Gloves."
"I, I'm used to being in the church," Leonard said after a moment of silence.
Klein then took off his silk top hat and bowed in farewell.
With the hat in hand, he turned to Ince Zangwill's body and took a card from it. It depicted a chariot and a Crimson Priest.
The face of the Crimson Priest was that of Rosell Gustav.
Leonard's lips quivered and he suddenly said,
"You, you won't return to the Church?"
Klein didn't turn around. He put on his silk top hat and walked toward the other exit of the square.
After taking a few steps, he paused and replied with his back facing Leonard.
"I can't go back …"
I can't go back … Leonard watched in a daze as the familiar figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
After a while, a few Beyonders flew over from Revival Square. One of them was dressed in the robes of an ordinary clergyman of the Church of Evernight. She had a head of beautiful raven-black hair and an exquisite face.
No one could tell her age because no one cared about it. They would only pay attention to her deep eyes that seemed to hide countless stars.
This lady floated in midair and silently looked at the square. She saw that Ince Zangwill's remains were almost unrecognizable. His shattered head was covered with a common tarot card.
It was a star card.
…
Above the gray fog, Klein placed the Red Priest card to his left and closed his eyes to rest for a while.
He already had a basic understanding and grasp of the powers of a Bizarro Sorcerer.
On the one hand, he could transform into an animal that wasn't too different in size. In his Spirit Body state, he could ignore this. He could transfer the wounds and illnesses of himself or others to a Paper Figurine, and he could obtain a distance of nearly a thousand meters with Flaming Jump. The might of his Air Bullet had also been raised to the level of an artillery shell.
On the other hand, he could complete initial control of his Spirit Body Threads in three seconds and completely turn a target into a marionette in fifteen seconds. The range of his control was 150 meters. At the same time, he could use the Spirit Body Threads to allow his marionette to use all his Beyonder powers. He could freely switch positions with his marionette within an effective range of a thousand meters.
Based on this and the maggots that he had separated from his Mythical Creature form, as well as the disguise he had on his Spirit Body Threads, Klein could use a substitute at a higher level. This also meant that as long as any marionette was still alive, a Bizarro Sorcerer wouldn't die!
The enemy would find it difficult to know if the person they killed was a Bizarro Sorcerer or his marionette. It was impossible to determine what was real and what was fake.
After confirming his state and resting for a while, Klein immediately walked into the depths of the mysterious space above the gray fog and walked towards the staircase of light that seemed to lead to heaven.
As he expected, there was another staircase. It was a staircase formed from condensed light.
This time, Klein was certain that he could use the six staircases that seemed to belong to a giant to ascend the condensed gray cloud.
One step, two steps, three steps … When he reached the end, he leaped up and stepped onto the cloud formed by the gray fog.
What he saw was a resplendent door of light that was tainted with bluish-black colors. It was formed from countless layers of light spheres. Each sphere of light was a pile of twisted maggots that were huddled together. Some of them were transparent, while others were translucent.
This was what Klein saw through Winner Enzo, but the actual object was extremely blurry, as though something was blocking his vision.
In addition, above the door of light, there were thin black threads hanging down. Hanging from them were nearly transparent "cocoons."
These "cocoons" gently swayed as they wrapped around different souls. Some had black skin, some were Asian, and some were Caucasian. Some wore jeans, some held cell phones, some wore gorgeous clothes, and some had beautiful facial features. All of them exuded the aura of life, but their eyes were tightly shut.
Klein's gaze froze as though he had returned to Earth and was walking on a street filled with people.
Then, he noticed that three of the "cocoons" had already cracked open. There was nothing inside as they swayed in the wind.
Looking up, Klein silently watched all of this in silence.
(End of Part Four)
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