Chapter 65: The Time Has Not Yet Come

Chapter 65: The Time Has Not Yet Come

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun.”

The instant he heard those voices from deep within the grayish-white fog clearly, Klein trembled slightly. The back of his head went numb.

That feeling rapidly spread to the crown of his head and then to every part of his body, raising one tiny goosebump after another across his skin.

This was the second time he had heard the name “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun” from “someone else’s” mouth in the real world. The first time had been when Amon spoke it by stealing his thoughts. In truth, Amon had not understood its meaning, nor had He truly grasped that “incantation.”

Therefore, in essence, this was the first time.

At the edge of the legendary Western Continent, outside that vanished homeland, Klein heard for the first time in the real world the incantation that had caused his “transmigration.” He heard one of the most important secrets hidden in the depths of his heart. He heard that Eastern-style honorific name whose true corresponding existence remained unknown.

He stood where he was, his mind almost completely blank. By his ears echoed chanting and cries that were sometimes blurred and sometimes distinct:

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun…

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun…

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun…”

Only when those voices grew lower and lower, nearly fading away, did Klein finally recover his thoughts.

As a false god who had done more than a few “guilty” things, his first reaction was:

“Will I be struck by heavenly punishment for changing ‘Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun’ into ‘the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck’?”

Back when he designed The Fool’s three-part honorific name, the first line described his own experience and state. At the time, believing it to be transmigration and fearing exposure, he had changed “The Fool from another world” into “The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.” In the end, that had instead struck at the essence. The second line bound the gray fog—Sefirah Castle—to himself, making the direction more explicit.

And in order to completely limit the target and avoid ambiguity, Klein had directly translated the final line of the incantation—the phrase “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun”—into meaning, turning it into the third line of the honorific name.

Originally, he had not thought much of it. Later, he had suspected that the previous master of the strange door of light inside Sefirah Castle—the one who had caused him to “transmigrate”—was “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun,” or some existence wearing an Eastern-style vest. Of course, it was also possible that “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun” was the true body, and that afterward, it had put on an outer garment more suited to this world. As for which garment that might be, Klein still could not guess.

Because he had never heard the honorific name “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun” in the real world from anyone other than himself, suspicion was only suspicion, wariness only wariness, fear only fear. In practice, Klein had not paid too much attention to the matter, as though he had already grown used to it.

But at this very moment, those repeated chants of “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun” were like naval cannons, constantly bombarding his heart and mind, causing the worry and fear accumulated in his subconscious to surge out all at once.

After steadying himself, Klein began forcing himself to consider the current situation rationally:

“Are these chants hidden within the grayish-white fog itself, or do they come from the vanished Western Continent?

“I knew it. The color and state of this fog are extremely close to the fog below Sefirah Castle… Does its power also originate from history? Does it require the correct power from the domain of time to open?

“The Queen of Calamity, Cohinem, once said that when the apocalypse arrives, the Western Continent will definitely reappear… In other words, only when time advances to that node will this grayish-white fog come alive, and only then will it be possible to…