Chapter 194: The City That Descends

Chapter 194: The City That Descends

“I do feel a little impatient, but not especially irritable…” Wearing the triple crown and deep blue vestments while holding Sea God Scepter, Klein carefully examined his own condition.

This meant that the Tyrant card could indeed suppress Sea God Scepter’s negative effects to a certain extent, but it could not erase them entirely.

Klein used meditation to calm his emotions, then turned his gaze toward the pile of miscellaneous items in the corner.

“Groselle’s Travels? This is currently my strongest defensive item, and it also has wondrous uses. The problem is that it was created by another ancient god, the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt. According to Little Sun, that Dragon King once belonged to the same camp as Calderón’s master, the Ancient Death, the Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace. No one knows whether this travelogue will trigger unnecessary changes… Caution comes first. Better not bring it.

“Like Azik’s copper whistle, that mutated paper figurine also cannot be contained. It carries the residual aura of the artificial Death… That might bring a certain deterrent effect when exploring Calderón, but it also hides enormous risks.

“The Priest of Light Beyonder characteristic? It can effectively restrain undead and is the natural enemy of the residents of the City of the Dead. But it is still only a material and hasn’t been made into a mystical item, so the role it can play is rather limited. Its negative effects are also extremely severe and very unfriendly to me in spirit body form. Besides, lightning can likewise purify the dead. Since I’ll already be holding Sea God Scepter and Sea’s Word, there’s no need to bring the Priest of Light characteristic too…”

One thought after another flashed through Klein’s mind as he ruled out the remaining items in the junk pile.

His left palm, wearing the human-skin glove, held Sea God Scepter. With a light lift of his right hand, he made the Sea’s Word cane fly up on its own and land in his grasp.

Then Klein, dressed as a pope, altered the appearance of his spirit body, hiding all his facial features beneath the shadow of the triple crown.

He slowly stood. The deep blue vestments stirred in the wind, and the bone scepter shone with dazzling splendor.

With a single step, Tyrant Klein passed through the Summoning Door and emerged from the candlelight into the real world, arriving inside a fairly spacious washroom.

After containing the Luck Stealer charm and the Death Knell revolver within his body, he opened the door and returned to the sitting room. He manipulated Winner Enzo over and had him take the black Sea’s Word cane.

After thinking for a moment, Klein drew out the Death Knell revolver again and handed it to Hell Admiral Ludwell.

Once all this was done, he took his two marionettes and, relying on the Beyonder ability of Traveling, headed straight for the spirit world coordinates Miss Magician had provided.

The journey went relatively smoothly. The aura of the Tyrant made the strange and bizarre spirit world creatures along the way too afraid to approach, or even to look directly at him. Before long, Klein arrived at his destination.

The scene before him was not fundamentally different from the rest of the spirit world. Dense and vivid blocks of color overlapped. A faint mist lingered in certain areas. From the various depths, pairs of eyes moved away one after another.

As the cape attached to his papal vestments swayed slightly, Klein made a brief distinction, then had Winner Enzo and Hell Admiral Ludwell enter a patch of mist that looked thin and ordinary.

All at once, the vision he obtained through his two marionettes opened up, reflecting a magnificent city that should have existed only in myths and legends.

This city was unlike ordinary ones. It did not develop upward, but extended ring after ring down toward the end of an underground abyss. Overall, it gave the impression of an inverted mausoleum.

The buildings inside came in…