Chapter 195: The Might of the “Tyrant”

Chapter 195: The Might of the “Tyrant”

Hidden within the shadows, Klein’s heart tightened. A moment later, however, he calmed down, not panicking in the slightest.

That was because he was absolutely certain the figure reflected on the smooth surface of the golden disc was not him—or at the very least, not the real him.

If it truly were him, then Winner Enzo would also see the gray fog and that strange image that resembled some kind of mythical creature form. That would cause Klein himself to faint on the spot!

Since nothing has happened to me, that means the person in the “mirror” isn’t me… While opening his vision of Spirit Body Threads, Klein controlled Winner Enzo, having him carry the Sea’s Word cane and draw closer to the collapsed pale pillar and the broken ancient building. At the same time, he quietly released a portion of accumulated luck.

The dark-skinned marionette walked step by step to the golden disc. He tucked the cane under his arm, bent down, picked it up, and carefully examined it.

The disc was divided into inner and outer layers. Its core region was smooth like a mirror, marked with only a few patterns, while the rim was engraved with bird-like creature after bird-like creature. Overall, it possessed an ancient and ornate beauty.

The image reflected in it still did not change. Although it was clearly pointed at the marionette Enzo, what appeared was Klein: his aura eerie and cold, his face deathly pale, his eyes lifeless. Even Sea God Scepter, the triple crown, and the papal vestments attached to the Tyrant card were reflected without omission. If not for the absence of the gray-fog-related portions, Klein would almost have believed that the disc could look through the marionette and the Spirit Body Threads to directly affect him—or that, like what had happened to the Black Saint at the ruins of the battle of gods, it had unknowingly split off another version of himself.

What exactly does this mean…? Calm and unhurried, Klein grew out of the shadowed region and returned to his original appearance when he first entered Calderón. He then used the Clown’s Beyonder ability to map his current condition in his mind.

He held the white bone scepter embedded with blue-green gems, wore papal robes with a cape, and had a triple crown dotted with various “jewels” on his head. His face was hidden within the corresponding shadows, making it rather blurry, while his entire bearing seemed gloomy and rotten, as if he were a living corpse just dug out from a graveyard.

This… Klein was suddenly startled. He had not expected that a change had truly occurred in him. What the golden disc reflected really was himself, except without the portion where the gray fog merged with reality!

As long as it doesn’t involve the gray fog, it isn’t a major problem… He hurriedly consoled himself to stabilize his mental state.

Under ordinary circumstances, with Klein’s rich experience and excellent ability to self-regulate, there would have been no need to do so. But first, he knew that he was holding Sea God Scepter and was very prone to impatience, so he had to remain constantly alert. Second, he was well aware that this place had once been the divine kingdom of the Phoenix Ancestor, Gregrace, and that Her resurrection arrangements remained here. There would inevitably be all sorts of peculiarities, making him more tense than he would have been elsewhere.

After controlling Hell Admiral Ludwell to return and using Ludwell’s Beyonder powers to inspect himself, Klein reached a preliminary judgment:

“Living beings who enter Calderón naturally transform toward the state of the dead. This is similar to the Underworld, but fundamentally different. Here, living creatures won’t suddenly die and then slowly become mindless undead. Instead, they directly become spirits of the dead.”

I didn’t notice it earlier because both Enzo and Ludwell are already dead in essence and don’t need any further transformation… Magic Mirror Arrodes and Red…