Chapter 112: Which Symbol

Chapter 112: Which Symbol

From its appearance, the thin human-skin glove was not much different from before, but Klein did not dare be careless. He hurriedly relied on divination and performed a rough examination.

“Apart from the five fingers, the palm and the back of the hand can now each correspond to one grazed soul…

“And currently, all seven positions are filled. Some similar Beyonder characteristics show signs of merging…

“It also seems to have gained abilities related to Flesh Magic…

“The speed of switching souls has become much faster…

“It must eat one person every day, or it will feed on its owner. Heh. Creeping Hunger, you’ve swollen with pride again. When we get back above the gray fog, you can properly reflect on yourself.

“Other revelations cannot be obtained for now. I will perform more precise divination above the gray fog after leaving this place.

“Mm. It is still unclear whether there are other negative effects. I can only know that, for a short time, it will not harm me.

“Also, the grazed Mr. X has not been affected. Traveler’s Teleportation and Door Opening remain normal.”

Klein breathed out in relief, wore the upgraded Creeping Hunger on his left hand, and rushed straight for the church, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

During the previous hide-and-seek with the giant “mushroom,” he had not forgotten to use illusions to create a formal outfit consisting of a trench coat and top hat.

As for the Beyonder characteristic left behind by Blood Admiral Senor, Klein suspected it was most likely in the hands of the Demoness of Despair, Panatiya. That demigod had already been hung inside the ancient palace, under the gaze of that cluster of transparent worms.

Sigh. Flesh and blood can be slowly eaten and stored for the future, but a Beyonder characteristic would definitely separate irreversibly. After so long, it should have long since formed. Even if the Demoness of Despair did not care about it and casually tossed it somewhere, in this environment where I cannot connect to the spirit world and divination is greatly limited, I have no way to find it quickly. And in this kind of environment, no one knows whether another change will occur next, or whether the obsidian slab will teleport away on its own. Therefore, I must grasp the time and escape as quickly as possible…

Klein’s thoughts were exceptionally clear as he returned outside the ancient church and passed through the half-open door.

Although he had once promised Miss Sharron that he would sell the Wraith Senor’s Beyonder characteristic to Maric, for one, that material itself had been contaminated and would be difficult to use for mixing a potion; and for another, his own safety was still more important.

It is not as if there is no way to resolve it. At worst, I can hunt another Wraith, or ask the Snake of Mercury, Will Auceptin, for help, having Him shatter the Beyonder characteristic in Maric’s possession and purify it. Mm, that will have to wait until a certain fetus is born…

Klein muttered silently. Passing beneath the dense mass of corpses swaying like wind chimes, he arrived beside the stone statue.

On the way, he also found the iron cigarette case that had previously been placed on the marionette and had not been devoured by the “mushroom.” Azik’s copper whistle and the Loen gold coin inside were likewise undamaged.

Putting these items away, Klein manipulated his own Spirit Body Threads so they would not drift toward the church’s highest point while bending to pick up the obsidian slab.

After confirming that this important item had not been damaged, he steadied slightly and inspected Zaratul’s tin-white urn.

Opening the lid and taking a careful look, Klein’s eyes contracted and instantly froze.

All the ashes inside the tin-white jar were gone!

Not a single trace remained!

Zaratul has already achieved His goal? Should I say, “as expected”…

Astonished and uncertain, Klein threw away the tin-white urn, straightened his body…