Chapter 241: Who Am I

Chapter 241: Who Am I

After circling the area and finding nothing else, Klein returned to the ancient palace supported by stone pillars.

He sat at the head of the long bronze table, half closing his eyes as he examined the growth of his spirituality and compared it with the number of members he could pull in.

“Counting what had not yet been used before, I can probably pull in four more new members. But for now, there are no targets…” Klein shook his head and muttered to himself. He stayed no longer and returned to the real world, throwing himself into the work of preparing a fine dinner.

He cut potatoes, blanched beef, added onions, stir-fried for a while, and after sprinkling in sugar, peppercorns, and other seasonings, poured the prepared hot water into the stewpot, put on the lid, and lowered the flame.

I have to say, the Magician’s ability to control flames is practically a kitchen assistant… Ever since gaining it, my cooking skills have clearly improved… If there were no losing control, no monsters, no investigations, no evil gods, and everyone devoted their powers to harmless applications like this, the world would be peaceful and beautiful… Klein sighed, left the kitchen, and entered the living room.

The glow of the gas wall lamp spread outward. Klein had intended to flip through a magazine while waiting for the right time to add the potatoes, carrot chunks, and an appropriate amount of salt, but he found himself involuntarily thinking about how he should act as a Faceless:

“This morning, just after I woke and my spirituality had completely stabilized, I discovered that although the Faceless potion inside me had shown no signs of digestion, it had reached a certain degree of compatibility with me. This is something that never happened after I consumed the Seer, Clown, and Magician potions…”

Thinking up to this point, Klein lifted his head and looked toward the bow window. Because the outside sky had already darkened, it had become like a mirror, faithfully reflecting the image of Sherlock Moriarty, with black hair, brown eyes, a beard around his mouth, and gold-rimmed glasses.

Klein nodded thoughtfully.

“Perhaps this is because I have always been acting as Klein Moretti. Mm… In a certain sense, Sherlock Moriarty is merely Klein’s disguise, not another person.

“Although I received many memory fragments and possess some of the original body’s feelings, in essence, I remain a visitor from another world, a keyboard warrior from Earth—Zhou Mingrui.

“Over these nearly five months, too many things have happened. Sometimes, even I think I am Klein Moretti.”

In silence, thought after thought flashed through Klein’s mind, giving him considerable understanding.

However, I am still Zhou Mingrui wearing Klein Moretti’s skin… I have still never given up on the plan of returning home… He slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the figure reflected in the bow window had already changed.

It was a young man with dark-brown eyes and comparatively short black hair. His features were unremarkable, though he appeared reasonably refined. The bags under his eyes were obvious, and his chin already showed signs of developing a second layer.

This was Zhou Mingrui from Earth.

Long time no see… Klein sighed inwardly, lifted both hands, and rubbed his face.

By the time he lowered his arms, he had already returned to Sherlock Moriarty’s appearance.

After that period of thought and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that the barrier between his spirituality and the potion had lessened considerably, showing signs of slowly blending together.

“No wonder Rosago the Secret Puppet Master’s teacher—perhaps it was his teacher—said that you can disguise yourself as anyone, but you can only be yourself… This should be the core rule of the Faceless acting method. Once you forget this point, it becomes very easy to lose yourself amid constant change and eventually become a monster.” Recalling the gains he had obtained from spirit…