Chapter 113: Return

Chapter 113: Return

It really is the spirit world…

Joy rose in Klein’s heart as he silently muttered to himself.

There was no need for any further confirmation. His spirituality and inspiration had already told him that this was the true spirit world!

And that meant he had returned to the real world—to the place with all kinds of delicious food.

I nearly burst into tears…

Klein mocked himself inwardly, then began considering where he should go next.

“Judging from the positions of the stars, moon, and sun, it is still early morning. If there is no time difference between the real world and the misty town, then at most it is 7:30, maybe even earlier. At this hour, the servants must have already discovered that a companion has gone missing, but they may not have reported it to the pastors and bishops in time.

“Even if they have received corresponding training and know to report matters up the chain, they still have to first rule out possibilities such as someone finding a place to slack off, or someone having diarrhea. Without ten or more minutes, it would be impossible to reach a definite conclusion and take effective action.

“And once it is reported upward, the pastors and bishops probably will not immediately see the seriousness of the issue. They will only think that a servant has run away. They will not so quickly connect it to the internal caretaker. By the time divination and searching reveal the truth, at least twenty or thirty more minutes should have passed.

“In other words, there is a high probability that they have not yet begun searching the surrounding area or looking for the infiltrator. The identity of Dawn Dantes the rich gentleman has not yet been exposed.

“Mm. If the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula Zaratul gave me is correct, then the identity of Dawn Dantes still has many uses. If I can preserve it, I should avoid giving it up.

“Besides, among the things I am currently wearing, only the glove and my underwear are real. If I go somewhere else like this, I will look exactly like a pervert…”

Klein had already developed a preference. He took out the iron cigarette case that seemed to be in the pocket of his illusory clothes, but was actually fastened to the elastic band of his underwear, opened it, and picked up the gold coin stored inside.

“Returning to 160 Böklund Street is dangerous.”

Klein murmured the statement seven times. With a clang, he flicked the coin and watched as it slowly floated through the spirit world, rising and falling, drifting left and right, before finally landing in his palm.

This time, the numbered side faced upward, indicating a negative answer!

Klein gave an almost imperceptible nod and immediately shuttled toward Backlund.

After three transfers, his figure appeared inside the house at 160 Böklund Street. The curtains were tightly shut, the light was dim, and everything looked perfectly suited for sleep.

On the bed, Dawn Dantes lay on his back. Both hands protruded from the gap near his neck, gripping the edge of the blanket.

Looks like they have not searched here yet… This pose is so awkward…

Klein secretly breathed in relief. He watched as “Dawn Dantes” rapidly dispersed, degenerating into a palm-sized mirror.

On the mirror surface, water rippled and silver light shot upward, condensing into Loenese word after word:

“Great and supreme Master, what happened to You? Your humble and loyal servant Arrodes could not sense You earlier!”

“Nothing much,” Klein answered perfunctorily.

This allowed him to preliminarily confirm one thing: the Magic Mirror Arrodes could not see matters in the misty town either. One had to know that this fellow could even display the environment where the out-of-control Zaratul was.

As expected, it has something to do with a deity’s authority?

As Klein’s thoughts shifted, he asked, “Has anyone come looking for me?”

“No. No one disturbed You.” On the mirror surface, silver squirmed and evolved into new words.

Klein truly relaxed and said to the Magic Mirror Arrodes, “You may return. I will summon you again if needed.”

“Alright, Master. Goodbye, Master~” As before, Arrodes drew a simple waving figure on the mirror surface to accompany the words.

After the watery light dispersed and the mirror returned to normal, Klein walked to the bed and took out the night robe hidden under the blanket, putting it on.

Then he found candles and other items, entered the washroom, and set up a sacrificial ritual. He prepared to send Creeping Hunger, Azik’s copper whistle, the iron cigarette case, and all the mysticism materials above the gray fog, to avoid any investigations he might encounter next.

After finishing all this, Klein delayed slightly. Sitting in the Fool’s seat, he manifested the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula before him.

“Sequence 4: Bizarro Sorcerer.

“Main ingredients: the main eye of a Bizarro Bane, the true spirit body of a Spirit World Plunderer.

“Supplementary ingredients: 200 milliliters of Bizarro Bane blood, 30 grams of Spirit World Plunderer dust, 10 grams of red birch bark, one segment of golden grapevine, and a thumb-sized self-made rubber mask.

“Advancement ritual: relying primarily on one’s own strength and planning, before the eyes of many spectators, direct a grand drama and use it to murder a demigod or an equivalent extraordinary creature. Then, in the final act of the drama, consume the potion.”

Klein had no time to ponder what this ritual truly represented. Beneath the potion formula, he wrote the corresponding divination statement.

Then he summoned a pendulum from the pile of miscellaneous items, held it in his left hand, and began the divination.

Before long, Klein opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant rotating clockwise.

This meant the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula in his hand was correct!

Whew…

Klein breathed out. While he was at it, he confirmed what changes had happened to Creeping Hunger and what negative effects it now had.

After one dream divination and several direct attempts, he understood the concrete situation in under two minutes:

“Creeping Hunger can now graze seven souls. Every time one is grazed, it can provide two to three Beyonder abilities, one of which can be decided by the wearer.

“Currently, there are a total of eight souls inside Creeping Hunger. The others completely dissipated in the mutation brought about by the Attendant of Mysteries. Because there are too many souls, causing a squeeze, some abilities cannot be used. One must be released before it returns to normal.

“Among the current eight souls, the first is a Baron of Corruption—Mithor, the Silver-Tongued One. He has merged with the Beyonder characteristic from the same pathway grazed by Mr. A’s side. Aside from Distortion and Bribe—Weaken, he has gained an area-type Beyonder ability called Corrosion. It can make the minds of people within ten meters gradually darken, become greedy, and become more prone to making irrational choices.

“The second is Gilchies the Desire Apostle. He has merged with the Devil on Mr. A’s side. His sulfur fireball has been replaced by Premonition of Danger, a Beyonder ability that must be activated in advance and kept as the currently grazed soul to be effective. Filthy Word—Slow and Sword of Magma have both received a certain degree of strengthening.

“The third is the Traveler, Mr. X, Louis Wayne. He has merged with Mr. A’s Scribe. While retaining Travel and Door Opening, he obtained the Beyonder ability Record. However, it has undergone some mutation. It cannot be used to record ordinary Beyonder abilities, only those targeting demigod-level targets. Its chance of successfully recording has increased. Although still troublesome, as long as one’s luck is not terrible to the extreme, success should come in around eight attempts. Also, it can record no more than two demigod-level Beyonder abilities, and nothing above Sequence 3.

“The fourth is Living Corpse McVitie. He has not changed. He still possesses Living Corpse strength, Ice Manipulation, and Living Corpse Manipulation.

“The fifth is an unknown Pain Witch. She can bring the user rather strong charm and, as a side effect, adjust the appearance to a certain extent. She can also provide Disease, which can cover nearly fifty meters. Living beings within this range will slowly become infected, with the severity worsening over time. At first, it might only be skin allergies or a cold and fever. After twenty or thirty seconds, it may turn into severe pneumonia or other illnesses. After two or three minutes, sudden heart attacks or strokes may occur at any time.

“The sixth is an unknown Wind-blessed, providing Short-Distance Flight, Deep Diving, and Water Control.

“The seventh is an unknown Requiemer, providing Forceful Dream and Spirit Slumber.

“The eighth is an unknown Doctor, providing Discern Weather and Timing, Treat Severe Illness, and Stitch Soul.

“At the same time, Creeping Hunger itself now has Hide in Shadows and Flesh Bomb. It also barely has the chance and strength to graze a Sequence 4 saint.”

It has become a lot stronger at once…

While secretly gratified, Klein frowned over the negative effects.

Now, Creeping Hunger had to eat one living person every day. Otherwise, it would devour the wearer. In addition, from time to time, it would praise the True Creator inside the wearer’s mind, bringing confusion of thought and headaches. Aside from these two problems, it was also afraid of mushrooms. If mushrooms appeared within five meters, it would be unable to use any abilities.

Randomly praising the True Creator is extremely troublesome. Eating one living person a day is also… I will throw it above the gray fog first and let it calm down for a few days. If there is still no change, I can only write to Mr. Azik…

Klein swiftly made his decision and, without hesitation, released the soul of the Requiemer.

As for the Wind-blessed and Doctor, he also planned to gradually replace them in the future. The Pain Witch would depend on circumstances.

At the side of the bronze long table, the Requiemer’s soul emerged. However, because it had experienced mutation, after losing its object of attachment, it could no longer maintain itself. It rapidly and completely dissipated.

His Beyonder characteristic separated out afterward. Overall, it was black, with pure light flickering at its core, like a night sky dotted with stars.

After completing this matter, Klein delayed no further. He threw Creeping Hunger and the other items onto the pile of miscellaneous items, then swiftly returned to the real world, ended the ritual, and handled the traces.

After that, he washed his face and brushed his teeth normally, letting Dawn Dantes gradually become refreshed.

Leaving the washroom, Klein, dressed in a night robe, walked to the door with an ordinary expression and pulled it open. To Richardson, his personal valet, waiting outside, he said, “Prepare me a set of clothing suitable for staying at home.”

“Yes, sir.” Richardson did not ask why and immediately headed toward the dressing room beside them.

Only at that moment, watching the servant’s back, did Klein truly feel that he had escaped the adventure and returned to daily life.