Chapter 103: Figures Coming and Going

Chapter 103: Figures Coming and Going

After rushing into the house and closing the door, Klein discovered that the curtains behind the windows had been tightly shut all along. Only crimson moonlight faintly seeped through, bringing a little illumination.

He had no time for further observation. He found a wooden chair, sat down, and tried to enter meditation in order to calm the physical mutation tendency he had been suppressing earlier.

After witnessing the incomplete mythical creature form of a Beyonder at the saint level, how could he possibly endure it so easily? This was not the mysterious space above the gray fog, which came with its own restorative effect!

Because Klein’s mental resistance in this area was rather high, he had been able to break free early from the chaos of his thoughts, barely control the tendency to lose control, and complete his escape. But that did not mean the problem had already been resolved.

Sitting there, he relied on meditation and his own control over his emotions to resist wave after wave of mad thoughts. During the process, he heard the bones in his face crack, saw his black hair grow uncontrollably thicker and longer, felt his chest gradually prop up his clothing, and noticed granule-like buds of flesh protruding on the surface of his skin.

Nearly thirty seconds later, Klein finally breathed out and relaxed slightly.

He had completely shaken off the influence brought by Panatiya’s incomplete mythical creature form. He had even gained a little knowledge: the level at which she stood had “despair” as its core and specialized in creating and spreading plagues.

The mad tendencies and physical mutations caused by witnessing a mythical creature do not only display loss-of-control symptoms from one’s own pathway. They also carry traits from the other party’s Sequence… Back then, I was nearly cooked through by the Eternal Blazing Sun. This time, I nearly turned into a Demoness…

Klein lowered his head and examined his current state, then restored his skin, chest, and hair to their original forms.

If he had not been a Faceless, aside from those flesh buds, which would slowly retract into his body, the rest would have required external force to resolve.

There was no time for feelings, sighs, or analysis. Klein slowly stood and cast his gaze toward the tightly shut dark curtains, attempting to figure out his current situation.

His expression suddenly changed slightly, because he heard noisy whispers coming from the street outside!

In that instant, he felt that the town which, just now, had been empty except for himself and Miss Despair Panatiya, had suddenly gained quite a number of residents. They walked through the streets and alleys, greeting one another and discussing whether they should only buy bread today, or be a little extravagant and have a pound of beef.

The misty town had suddenly come alive!

Yet the indistinct figures showed no attempt to enter the houses on either side. They seemed to merely walk back and forth along the streets. And the sounds they produced were hard to believe were human speech; they were closer to the low growls of beasts.

Klein could not imagine what kind of scene lay outside. He only knew that this was a danger even a demigod-level Demoness had to avoid.

He withdrew his gaze, pondered for a few seconds, and muttered silently to himself:

“I cannot go out…

“But I cannot stay here either…

“Who knows when the red moon in the sky will be hidden by the mist again, restoring Panatiya’s freedom of movement? At that point, with the distance between us so short, I will have no way to escape!

“But if I do not go out, how am I supposed to transfer elsewhere?”

In the silence, Klein slowly turned, facing the ancient black church with the pointed roof.

According to Miss Despair Panatiya, that church was the only area she had not explored and dared not explore. It seemed that only by entering it could he escape her “hunt.”

Of course, the Demoness Panatiya…