Chapter 70: A Piece of “Curtain”

Chapter 70: A Piece of “Curtain”

“God… God has come to save us…”

Those words, heavy with tears, echoed at Moon City’s entrance, leaving the waiting residents dazed and shaken.

…

At the edge of the solidified grayish-white fog, beside a quietly burning campfire.

After eating another round of mushrooms, Klein dismissed the iron-black skewer in his hand and raised his head, glancing toward the direction of the deep pit Moon City’s High Priest Nim had described.

He then stretched out his right hand and gently grabbed, dragging out the version of himself from a quarter of an hour ago.

After exchanging one glance, Klein’s true body rapidly vanished, entering the fog of history and sprinting to the era before the First Epoch, where he sat atop the layered corpses of ancient cities.

His historical projection stood, snapped its fingers again and again, and Flashed toward the destination amid rising streams of crimson flame.

When the deep pit that had once been a hill was almost in front of him, Klein stopped. Cautiously, he extended his right palm again and dragged his former marionette Qonas Kilgor out of the void.

The facial muscles of this Fallen Earl with a tough-guy appearance wriggled, quickly transforming him into another Gehrman Sparrow.

Holding a lantern taken from the fog of history in one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other, he muttered quietly, “Why does even a marionette have to change appearance?

“There isn’t anyone else here anyway…

“I must not develop obsessive-compulsive disorder…”

A few seconds later, this marionette projection carried the lantern emitting dim yellow light and walked step by step toward the nearby pit.

As the light floated, Klein saw the target location clearly and discovered that it was actually not very deep. The difference between the bottom and the ground was less than two meters. Of course, compared to the hill that had originally stood there, the change was indeed enormous.

Inside the “deep pit,” the soil was smooth, containing a small number of stones. Many mutated, twisted, unidentifiable plants grew around it. It did not look much different from the surrounding area.

After observing for a while, Klein—who had quietly activated Spirit Vision and Spirit Body Threads vision—slowly entered the “deep pit,” planning to circle every spot worth re-examining according to the route he had mapped out.

As he walked, his brows furrowed slightly, and he gave a soft “Huh.”

He discovered that the turning of his thoughts had slowed to a certain extent, yet it did not affect his ability to think.

It was like the state one experienced after sleeping too much and just waking up: the head heavy and dull, thoughts not active enough.

This was something ordinary people might occasionally experience in everyday life. Beyonders from other pathways might not notice it, but as a demigod of the Seer pathway, Klein could clearly sense the abnormality.

If this deepened further, it would approach the reaction brought about when a Marionettist controlled Spirit Body Threads… Is this an influence left behind by the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar? No, if it was unintentionally left behind, that would mean He had manifested His complete mythical creature form at the time, and Moon City’s investigation team would have all collapsed and lost control. If He deliberately left it behind, what meaning would there be in doing so? To tell others He had come? Feeling rather puzzled, Klein walked once around the pit without discovering anything else abnormal.

After thinking for a while, his main body, hidden in a gap of history before the First Epoch, took four steps counterclockwise in reverse, recited the incantation, and entered the space above the gray fog.

He wanted to perform a divination!

With a concrete time and location, with the description from Moon City’s High Priest Nim and his own field investigation, and with the help of illuminated historical fragments, Klein believed that the prerequisites for…