Chapter 67: Peering

Chapter 67: Peering

North Borough, Saint Samuel Cathedral.

The moment Klein entered the grand prayer hall, he naturally swept his gaze around, using the specks of light shining in through the wall behind the altar to take in every believer praying inside.

With only that single glance, Klein quickly locked onto his target. Showing no abnormality, he walked forward along the aisle.

Seated in the first row was an old man in black clerical robes. His aura was cold and gloomy, his face pale, and his hair withered yellow. His eyes were tightly shut as he prayed with focused devotion. He was one of the internal caretakers Klein had previously sensed.

He is usually on duty on Fridays…

Klein did not truly approach him. He stopped two rows away, found a seat, and handed his hat and cane to his personal valet Richardson.

Then, during the motion of sitting down, he swiftly pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb, silently activating Spirit Body Thread vision.

All at once, illusory black threads appeared before Klein’s eyes. They emerged densely from the bodies of different living beings, bunch after bunch extending toward infinity.

Just as he sat steadily, Klein shifted his gaze and focused his attention on that internal caretaker.

At that look, he nearly let out a sound of surprise. Fortunately, thanks to the Clown’s self-control and his own expectation that abnormalities might appear, he easily maintained a calm, composed state.

In his vision, although that old man with withered yellow hair also had Spirit Body Threads extending from him, the interior of his body was pitch-black, swallowing the origin points of those illusory threads. It was completely different from normal Beyonders!

As expected, they have already been corroded by the power of the sealing core, causing a mutation at the level of the soul… From this, the situation is closer to my second guess last time. To some degree, they have already become part of the sealing core. Once signs of losing control appear, that item’s instinctive reaction will be triggered immediately, forcefully soothing everything… No wonder internal caretakers must be willing volunteers, and must already be in old age. They should fully understand what consequences await them…

Klein felt an inexplicable sigh rise inside him. He prepared to shut off his perception of Spirit Body Threads and withdraw his gaze.

Just then, he saw a pair of eyes—eyes whose pupils were black as ink, containing not the slightest emotion.

Beside those eyes, fine, deeply carved wrinkles extended bit by bit, as if they were distorted, strange mysticism symbols.

They were the internal caretaker’s eyes!

At some point, the man had straightened his body and turned his head. With an indifferent gaze, he was looking at Dawn Dantes.

Klein’s scalp instantly tingled. He forcibly squeezed out a smile and nodded at the other party, as if this were merely normal eye contact.

The internal caretaker slowly moved his head and, to Klein’s surprise, actually gave a response.

Then Klein felt his surroundings suddenly pulled away. First they became blurry, then settled again into clarity.

At that moment, he knew he had passively entered a dream.

And so, while maintaining the appearance of Dawn Dantes, he instinctively looked around and discovered that he was still inside Saint Samuel Cathedral. Yet all the seats were either damaged or overturned, scattered everywhere, as though the place had suffered an attack.

At the front, the altar was covered in cracks. Weeds crawled over it, and dust had accumulated there, as if it had been abandoned for a very long time.

The internal caretaker with withered yellow hair stood beside the collapsed donation box, coldly watching Dawn Dantes in his black formal suit.

Seeing Klein look back, his mouth opened little by little, revealing sharp, pale, uneven teeth.

Upon those teeth were embedded blurred, indistinct, tiny figures. They had complete facial…