Chapter 82: Comparative Experiment

Chapter 82: Comparative Experiment

Ever since Klein became a demigod and could preliminarily control Sefirah Castle, preventing its aura from leaking into reality and attaching itself to him, he had not considered problems in this area again. After all, that would create abnormalities, causing him to be recognized at a glance by Beyonders of Fate-related pathways. It was quite unsafe. But now, after Will Auceptin’s reminder, he felt his thoughts suddenly open up.

Back when I was only attached to Sefirah Castle and had a certain right to use it, the Sefirah Castle aura and projection that came with me already made a saint of the Fate pathway unable to look directly at me, while corresponding Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders were as though they had seen a mythical creature. Now that I have preliminarily grasped Sefirah Castle, there is a high probability that I can make the “effect” even better… Can this influence an angel who is already a complete mythical creature? The level of Sefirah Castle is at least Sequence 0. Mm. According to my speculations, it may be slightly higher than Sequence 0… Does it possess a trait similar to the starry sky, where merely understanding it brings corruption? Klein’s thoughts grew active at once, as though bolts of lightning were flashing through his mind.

He quickly decided that, after returning to the Forsaken Land of the Gods, he would find monsters in the darkness and marionettes within the fog of history to conduct some experiments, thereby judging whether his idea was useful.

A faint smile immediately appeared on his face. He said to the one-year-old child inside the black baby carriage, “I roughly understand what you mean. Recently, I will have someone send you ice cream.”

Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned his head away and looked to the side.

“No, no need.

“I’ve eaten too much ice cream during this period. It has begun affecting my physical development a little…”

Klein raised an eyebrow.

“Authentic, top-tier ice cream produced in Trier, capital of Intis.”

“…Give it to me next week,” Will Auceptin answered after hesitating briefly.

After speaking, the chubby little boy over a year old rolled over and buried his face into the small pillow inside the baby carriage.

Because Miss Magician could maintain a historical projection only for a limited time, Klein said nothing more. Relying on his own special trait, he forcefully broke free of the dream, woke up, and rolled out of bed.

Immediately afterward, he extended his right hand and grabbed into the air again and again.

After four or five attempts, his arm sank, and he dragged out a woman dressed in a simple linen robe tied with a bark belt, barefoot, with long black hair draped down and ordinary features.

The leader of the Church of Evernight’s ascetics, Servant of Concealment Arianna!

At that same moment, in Hillston Borough, inside a house, Forsi, who was on an easy chair, seemed to be pulled by invisible threads. She abruptly sat upright, her body ramrod straight, veins bulging on her forehead.

She felt her spirituality become like a flood that had burst through a dam, surging toward the void ahead, impossible to stop. In the blink of an eye, it seemed about to run dry.

The next second, that trend eased considerably, but it was still frightening—far beyond what the current her could fully endure.

Inside the inn room, seeing Lady Arianna’s historical projection gain consciousness, Klein spoke directly and briefly.

“I plan to cooperate with others and deal with a certain Witch King of the Rose School of Thought.”

Arianna nodded gently, indicating that She knew, but She offered no advice.

Seeing that the ascetic leader gave no warning, Klein felt much more at ease regarding the plan to hunt the Witch King. He then changed the topic and said, “I will soon begin planning an operation against the Dark Demonic Wolf.”

Arianna’s mouth opened slightly.

“Be cautious.”

…Does that mean I should not…