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 allow, he had also dreamed of Madam Sharon, the Witch of Pleasure whose naked body he had once seen; Miss Sharron, exquisite as a doll; Miss Justice, whose features were still rather indistinct; Trissy Cheek; Tracy; and one beautiful woman after another whom he had encountered, entangling with them in all manner of indulgent ways.

For many Beyonders and ordinary people, this might simply have been a normal reaction after being tempted recently while suppressing oneself. But as a Seer, dreams carried special meaning!

This isn’t a revelatory dream from the Seer pathway. It’s an external influence… An enemy! Klein shuddered, quickly making a judgment.

At the same time, he cautiously rolled out of bed and swiftly put on the general’s formal attire.

With that, he had both the Ninth Law charm and Creeping Hunger on him, giving him powerful means of self-preservation.

Because he did not understand the current situation, Klein did not attempt to go above the gray fog. He continued treating himself as Amyrius.

His face solemn, Klein carefully walked to the door and stretched out a hand to grasp the handle.

At that instant, it was as if he had finally reestablished interaction with the real world. From beyond the door came a chaotic, jumbled mass of sounds.

Among them were obvious chewing noises, unrestrained moans, furious roars, and sharp, urgent demands.

What exactly happened? Everything was normal earlier! Klein swallowed, using meditation to maintain the calm he needed.

He had used Spirit Vision every day to examine the state of the villa, but he had never discovered any problem.

Where are the general’s guards? Where is Secretary Luan? The more Klein considered the current situation, the stranger and more terrifying it felt.

One of his hands touched the Ninth Law charm, causing that deep majesty to spread outward and suppress the unease flowing through the air.

With a forceful twist of his left hand, Klein turned the handle and opened the door.

Before he could even step out, he saw a waiter in a red waistcoat sitting on the opposite side of the corridor.

In front of the waiter lay a great deal of food, both cooked and raw: steak, lamb, draconic bone fish, and Olavi lobster.

At that moment, the waiter picked up the large fish that seemed to have only just stopped struggling. He raised his head to look at Klein across from him and smiled blankly.

“General, I’ve always been so envious of your food…”

His belly was different from before, bulging high like that of a woman seven or eight months pregnant.

The moment he finished speaking, the waiter raised both hands and bit fiercely into the raw draconic bone fish, tearing off an exceptionally thick chunk of flesh.

Fresh red blood streamed down the side of his mouth, and the sound of his chewing was enough to chill a person to the bone.

He hurriedly worked his throat, swallowing the food in his mouth. His high, swollen belly trembled again and again, as though it might burst apart at any moment.

This is control through the instinctive desire for food… Klein looked gravely at the waiter before him. For some reason, he thought of the vagrant substitute who had suddenly died of illness after binge eating.

He had no time to think too much, nor did he attempt to save the waiter who was madly devouring food. He knew that if the root of the problem was not resolved, nothing he did would produce any obvious effect.

Klein moved forward cautiously, following the guidance of his spiritual intuition toward the master bedroom.

At the doorway stood two maids. One was sitting on top of the other, bending down and gripping the latter’s throat.

She smiled brightly as she shook the maid beneath her, urging in an anxious voice, “Quick, quick, praise me!

“Quick, compliment me!”

The desire for recognition… Klein frowned slightly, stepped forward in a few strides, and reached out to grab the collar of the maid on top.

With a smack, he flung her to the wall on the other side, knocking her unconscious.

Yet that did not stop the maid from groping her way back over again.

The maid underneath had been yawning the entire time, unable to open her eyes. Even while being strangled, she remained the same, as if no amount of sleep could ever satisfy her.

A scene like this… For a moment, Klein actually felt the impulse to flee this place and request help from the Church and the military.

However, at present, the strongest person on Olavi Island was Admiral Amyrius!

And I am Amyrius right now… Still, if things turn bad, I should retreat when I need to retreat. There’s no reason to act with my life… With his scalp faintly prickling, Klein pushed open the half-closed door of the master bedroom.

The first thing that came from behind the door was wanton, joyful moaning. Then a scent entered Klein’s nose, one that made his heart beat faster and drew the blood downward.

Mixed with it were the odors of various bodily fluids, causing a scene of uninhibited desire to involuntarily surface in his mind.

Immediately afterward, Klein saw the blond secretary, Luan.

He stood beside the door, looking down into the room with a cold, condescending attitude, his arrogance almost tangible.

Sensing someone enter, he turned his head and discovered that it was Admiral Amyrius.

His expression did not change. His gaze did not change either, as if he were looking at an ordinary person—a small, insignificant figure.

This secretary is usually so respectful, but in truth he’s this arrogant? Klein had originally intended to ask Luan, who seemed to still possess reason, a question. Yet he saw the man shift his gaze back, looking down with lofty disdain toward the center of the master bedroom.

He only looks normal… Klein followed Luan’s line of sight and discovered a pale body, three meters tall, upon the bed at the center of the bedroom.

The remaining members of the general’s guards and the maids were scattered across the bedroom carpet in groups of varying size, indulging themselves in one another’s bodies.

What kind of monster is this… Klein’s knowledge of mysticism was refreshed once again. His left hand naturally hung low, ready for battle.

At that moment, from the top of that terrifying body that was three meters tall, a head turned toward him.

It was a woman, with golden hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and full lips. She was none other than the soft, lovely Cynthia, still retaining traces of girlishness.

Cynthia looked down at Klein, her cheeks flushed. With a hint of shyness, she said, “General, I want… I want to have a child with you…”