Chapter 145: Deep in the Night

Chapter 145: Deep in the Night

Cynthia could faintly sense the restrained, profound pain and helplessness within Admiral Amyrius. She said nothing more, only holding him tightly, offering the comfort of companionship and closeness to soothe his mood.

After a simple dinner, Klein soaked in hot water, then, as usual, entered the quietest guest room. He lay on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He knew he was becoming somewhat immersed in the “role” of Admiral Amyrius, because that helplessness before fate and that habit of burying pain resonated strongly with his own life experiences.

If I hadn’t already grasped the method of merging in and then pulling away, I might actually lose myself a little right now… Heh, this is just like some actors in my previous life, sinking too deeply into a role and being unable to walk back out, to the point of developing psychological problems… And for Beyonders, mental problems might be magnified… Though Klein’s mood was heavy, he clearly knew who he was.

I never expected that even a naval admiral in such a high position, a Saint who is half-god and half-human, would still have so much helplessness and such painful experiences… Power can bring many things, but it isn’t a cure-all… A thousand people, a thousand faces. This is the truest side of a demigod… Klein watched as the crimson moonlight gradually brightened, dyeing every piece of furniture in the room red.

At that moment, through the resonance he felt with Admiral Amyrius’s experiences, through the comparison between their differences, and through the acting experiences he had accumulated before, Klein constructed within his mind a more three-dimensional, more genuine image of Amyrius. At the same time, the comparatively hazy outline of “himself” became clearer and clearer:

A person who valued emotion;

A person from Earth, yet one reshaped in small ways by the fragmented memories of Klein Moretti;

A person whose time as a Nighthawk had not been long, yet whose choices had been deeply influenced by that experience;

A person who knew how to protect himself and feared danger, yet could defeat himself at critical moments;

A person who sincerely wanted to be lazy, wanted good food, wanted to travel, wanted to enjoy life, yet had no choice but to rush about for things of greater importance;

A person who liked beautiful women, yet could uphold his principles and not indulge himself;

A person who loved money, yet was willing to spend large sums for his elder brother and younger sister;

A person who always buried pain in his heart and showed a smile to the outside world;

A person accustomed to lampooning inwardly while remaining courteous on the surface;

A person who could overcome psychological barriers, yet would not cross his bottom line;

A person who could feel embarrassed because of acting;

…

And also a guardian, a poor wretch forever facing danger and madness! The corners of Klein’s mouth lifted slightly as he silently added that line.

One thought after another flashed through his mind. It was as though he had truly touched “himself.”

Before he realized it, Klein fell asleep, his body and mind peaceful.

…

Inside the master bedroom, Cynthia had also fallen asleep.

She wore a nightgown, her bare legs exposed as they clamped around the folded quilt, gently rubbing against it.

Her hands unconsciously scratched at her skin, leaving red marks and tiny raised bumps.

In her dream, she once again saw that illusory, unreal, and beautiful starry sky. She saw the star blooming with bright light.

Her field of vision drew closer and closer, and she vaguely made out that star.

…

Huff… Klein suddenly woke from his dream, the indescribably sensual atmosphere seeming to linger before his eyes.

Why would I have a dream like that? He frowned slightly and turned his head in disbelief.

Just now, he had not only dreamed of Cynthia wearing only a silk nightgown and becoming far more intimate with her than friendship would…