Chapter 150: High Status

Chapter One Hundred Fifty
High Status

Perhaps I can use it as a “bridge”…

The thought had only just flashed through Klein’s mind when his right hand had already seized the dark-gold brooch shaped like a sunbird.

At the same time, he used his own spirituality as a whirlpool, drawing together the powers that had been leveraged within the mysterious space and guiding them like a tide toward the Sun Brooch.

The light trembling above the gray fog suddenly became obvious. Pure points of radiance interwove, swept forward, and rushed toward Klein, merging with his spirituality.

The dark-gold sunbird brooch immediately burst with dazzling brilliance, growing brighter and denser, instantly condensing drop after drop of golden, semitransparent liquid.

Those liquids quickly fused together and became a figure as tall as Klein—a golden figure, a sacred figure!

As expected, it works… Higher-level power makes the Sun Holy Water created here closer to a divine bestowment!

Joy rose in Klein’s heart. He turned his gaze once more toward the crimson star symbolizing The Sun, toward the figure waiting to harmonize little by little with a great existence.

As for the golden Sun Holy Water condensing into a sacred figure, that was not caused by an abnormal change in the Sun Brooch. It had come from a thought that had unconsciously appeared in Klein’s mind.

At this step, he was already able to have the golden figure move forward, pass through the illusory crimson star, overlap with Little Sun inside the secret pact ritual, and drive away the hidden “evil spirit” within him while also bringing him certain knowledge and a wondrous mental experience.

But at this moment, Klein did not have much confidence.

The power that this mysterious space above the gray fog had leveraged was clearly of a higher level than his spirituality. That made it difficult for him to smoothly control. As a result, the golden figure’s power was mixed, chaotic in many places, and lacked coordination. If used directly, the effect would at most reach ten percent of what he envisioned.

And that Amon was suspected to be a descendant of the ancient Sun God, born from the “Blasphemer” family of the Fourth Epoch Tudor Empire. Even if he was not the main body, he had still successfully fooled a high-Sequence Demon Hunter and the powerful mystical item that sustained the existence of the City of Silver. Relying on a mere ten percent of the effect truly gave Klein no confidence.

His initial plan had only been to make an attempt. If it truly did not work, he would temporarily block Little Sun and wait until he found a better solution before reconnecting.

However, now that things had reached this point, Klein naturally wanted to do his best and strive for success in a single attempt.

After pretending to be The Fool, an existence close to a deity, for so long, I have gained a little pride after all. I do care a little about face…

He mocked himself, preparing to search for a method that could increase the golden figure’s exorcism effect in the final moment.

Of course, I can only waste a few seconds. Otherwise, the ritual will end…

Klein’s gaze once again swept across the items on the bronze long table. In his mind, only terms like “higher level” and “high status” echoed.

Based on a Diviner’s spiritual intuition, his line of sight stopped on one object:

The Card of Blasphemy—the Black Emperor card!

Among all the items Klein possessed, only it could match terms such as “higher level” and “high status.”

As for Azik’s copper whistle, Klein remembered very clearly that back at Blackthorn Security Company, when facing the evil god’s spawn, it had been completely suppressed.

But what makes the Black Emperor card “higher level” and “high status” is the knowledge inside it… No, that is not right. Once its holder advances to the high Sequences, the card itself can also produce subtle resonance with the required Beyonder materials. It also has traits such as anti-divination and anti-prophecy… In other words, its own status is not low…

I do not need to use it for battle. As long as I can use its “high status” to suppress the leveraged power of this mysterious space above the gray fog, and reduce the golden figure’s mixed, chaotic, uncoordinated, and unnatural state to the lowest degree, that will be enough!

Klein rapidly formed an idea and reached out toward the face-down Black Emperor card!

At that exact moment, from the corner of his eye, he caught a scene that filled him with horror.

Inside the image of The Sun sketched out by the crimson star’s illusory light, a withered hand—so shriveled that only skin and bone remained—abruptly extended forward. Slowly but firmly, it grasped toward the crimson star’s boundary, giving the impression that it was piercing through reality and entering the spiritual domain.

That Amon was trying to use the connection to open the boundary and reach into the space above the gray fog!

Whoosh!

For the first time, the boundless gray-white fog showed traces of chaos. The previous “flow” seemed to gather into waves and then into a gale.

Klein’s pupils contracted. He no longer hesitated and picked up the Black Emperor card.

The moment that item entered his hand, he immediately felt his spirituality no longer submit to the powers that had been leveraged within the mysterious space.

In an instant, the golden figure became extraordinarily huge. From its back grew pair after pair of enormous black wings—twelve pairs in total!

Every pair of wings bore feathers whose light and shadow interwove, engraved with numerous mysterious symbols.

The contrast between gold and black was sharp and intense. Under Klein’s command, that enormous figure spread all its pairs of wings, covering the wide dome of the towering palace.

Silently, without warning, the figure—sacred yet fallen, bright yet dark—flashed outward and overlapped with Little Sun, whose image had been manifested by the crimson star.

Light and shadow interwove. Wild winds spread in every direction. The withered hand, devoid of flesh and blood and left only with skin and bone, contracted backward uncontrollably, yet it still stubbornly refused to withdraw.

It was like someone who had fallen from a cliff, a hand stretched out and clutching the only protruding rock, refusing to let go even in death.

Whoosh!

Amid illusory, tangled sounds, light and darkness erupted completely. The withered hand finally lost its “support point,” abruptly falling backward and downward, continuously disintegrating and vanishing.

Only after several seconds did the gray-white fog and the mysterious space above it return fully to calm, as though no one had ever set foot there across tens of millions of years.

Klein focused his gaze and looked again. Around Little Sun’s blurred figure, the twisted, illusory, eerie thing no longer coiled.

Hoo!

He could not control the breath of relief that escaped him. Then he manifested images comparing the before and after, and tossed them toward the Little Sun figure outlined by crimson radiance, letting him understand for himself.

…

The City of Silver, the Berg family home.

The Sun, Derrick, felt as if he were both awake and dazed at the same time.

He seemed to see one indescribably shaped figure after another. He seemed to see different-colored brilliance that contained infinite knowledge. He seemed to see a golden figure, towering and majestic, overlooking everything.

That figure stood in attendance beside Mr. Fool within dense gray fog. Behind it spread twelve pairs of enormous, mysterious black wings.

Without realizing it, Derrick felt himself touch that figure of sharply contrasting gold and black. Not only did his body and mind both turn warm and pure, as though he now understood what sunlight was, but he also directly comprehended the knowledge of how to create holy water and how to expel evil spirits.

Within it were also some images he could not understand: for example, a towering, hidden, pyramid-shaped mausoleum.

That wondrous mental experience intoxicated Derrick. It was as though he had returned to his most carefree childhood, entering an imagined land illuminated by the sun. Only when everything disappeared and the simple furniture inside the room appeared before his eyes did he come back to himself.

“So this is the ‘secret pact ritual’ described in our textbooks? For more than two thousand years, not a single person in the City of Silver has ever succeeded. Not one has ever made contact with a great existence…”

At that moment, Derrick’s gloom and loneliness had diminished considerably, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

Mr. Fool’s so-called experiment was to confirm whether the environment in which the City of Silver exists can complete a “secret pact ritual”? The various knowledge and wondrous feelings were the payment He gave me?

Derrick lowered his head once more and said with exceptional reverence, “Thank you, Mr. Fool!”

Just then, gray-white fog suddenly spread before his eyes again. In its center was the chair placed high above and The Fool seated there leisurely.

Immediately afterward, Derrick saw himself—himself covered by a transparent, illusory figure.

That figure wore a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color. On its face hung a monocle carved from crystal, and it coiled around his body like a python!

This… That Amon was not dead! He avoided the attention of the magical item and His Excellency the Chief and parasitized my Spirit Body!

Derrick’s eyes abruptly widened. Then he saw the present version of himself, no longer entangled by Amon.

Mr. Fool discovered him and resolved him?

The Sun, Derrick, felt his heart fall back into place. His forehead was covered with cold sweat from lingering fear, while his face instinctively displayed deep reverence.

Without thinking, he spoke the phrase described in mythology class:

“Praise you, great Mr. Fool!”

…

In a deep darkness located who knew where, a bolt of lightning split the sky and illuminated the surroundings.

This was a plain filled with ravines. A bluish-black one-eyed giant wandered there unconsciously.

His eye held no light. His face was covered with rotting, pus-filled traces. Gray-yellow gas spread from his body, weaving in midair into cloud after cloud.

At the giant’s feet, beside the deepest ravine on that plain, stood a figure at the edge, looking down.

With the help of the lightning, one could vaguely make out a massive, broad, gray-white building at the bottom of the ravine.

That figure wore a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color. He had curly black hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face. He looked identical to the phantom Derrick Berg had seen.

He lifted a hand, pinched the monocle carved from crystal, and turned his head to look toward the left—toward somewhere far away.

“As expected…” he suddenly murmured, using ancient Feysac.

After a pause, the corners of the figure’s mouth curved into a smile, and he uttered a single word:

“Fool.”

Before his voice had faded, he had already leapt into the ravine before him.

At that moment, the lightning died for one second, and darkness completely swallowed this world.

…

After resolving that deadly danger, Klein returned to the real world and once again felt an urgent need to raise his Sequence.

The Amon I removed was not the main body. If he is truly interested in the mysterious space above the gray fog, he will return to the City of Silver before long. When that time comes, I do not know whether those two legendary magical items and three Demon Hunters will be able to block him…

Just one of his avatars was already so eerie and terrifying. The main body can only be imagined… Therefore, I need to summarize the remaining Magician rules as soon as possible. Through digestion and advancement, I can better grasp that mysterious space above the gray fog… Perhaps I can make use of that Shepherd elder in the City of Silver, if she truly can be contaminated by the True Creator…

Klein opened the washroom door and, deep in thought, descended to the first floor.