Chapter 93: Busy but Not Chaotic

Chapter 93: Busy but Not Chaotic

Deep within the rolling mountain range, inside that ancient castle.

The Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar had only just returned from the fog of history when He instinctively began clearing away every connection between Himself and the outside world, preparing to abandon this place immediately and transfer elsewhere.

Although even now He still had not figured out what exactly had happened earlier, experience told Him that once an accident had occurred, He could not afford the slightest lucky mentality. When it was time to retreat, He must retreat. When it was time to abandon something, He must abandon it!

At the same time, amid the old cities of bygone days, Klein’s thoughts moved. His figure instantly appeared inside the ancient palace above the gray fog, merging with the crimson “human silhouette” that sometimes distorted and sometimes scattered at The Fool’s seat, condensing into form.

Inside this mysterious space, the crimson stars representing Justice, The Hanged Man, The Star, and the other members of the Tarot Club were constantly expanding and contracting, sending out layer after layer of ripples that intertwined into a surging “tide.”

This was one of Klein’s preparations. In Gehrman Sparrow’s name, he had used different excuses to have the Tarot Club members pray to Mr. Fool one after another, asking that existence to relay a certain answer or piece of information to Mr. World.

In this way, the crimson stars would resonate, indirectly affecting Sefirah Castle and making it summon The Fool to deal with the matter.

This was one of the key reasons Klein had been able to escape from Amon back then. It allowed him to skip the effort of taking four steps counterclockwise in reverse and reciting the incantation, letting him enter Sefirah Castle directly without wasting even a little time.

And in a battle at the level of angels, the difference of one second might determine the final outcome. For Klein to fight the strong as the weak, he had to take every detail into account.

After sitting in the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, Klein beckoned over the Staff of the Stars and the Sea God Scepter while observing the other changes within Sefirah Castle.

Within the grayish-white fog, an additional crimson spot of light had appeared. It was shrinking rapidly and would soon disappear. Beside The Fool’s seat, rings of light were blooming outward, as though about to form a pure passageway.

Within that crimson spot, the enormous figure of a demonic wolf could be faintly seen. This was the erosion Kotar had unconsciously suffered after peering into Sefirah Castle and, as time passed, gaining a certain understanding of it. Because of this, He had established a preliminary connection with Sefirah Castle. Of course, as an angel and as the God of Wishes from the Second Epoch, He possessed sufficient status and ability to cut off a connection of that level and cleanse the corresponding corruption. If Klein failed to seize the span of one or two seconds, he would once again lose his lock on the Dark Demonic Wolf’s whereabouts.

As for the rings of light beside The Fool’s chair, the figure reflected within them was Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a silk half top hat and a long black trench coat, with a monocle ground from crystal over his right eye.

Amon!

This avatar of the Blasphemer had used some unknown loophole to slow the dissipation of Klein’s image from the gaps of history. Then, by relying on the subtle relationship among “him,” the main body, and Sefirah Castle, He attempted to directly invade the space above the gray fog under the special circumstances where Sefirah Castle was summoning someone!

As the halos spread, Gehrman Sparrow’s slender, powerful palm pierced through the barrier and abruptly reached into the ancient palace, as though opening an invisible door.

Although Klein had long since prepared a contingency plan and knew Amon would not be so easy to shake off, when he saw this scene, his scalp still tingled. He feared that in the next second, his own hand would be holding a crystal monocle and pressing it toward his right eye.

This was also something that had to be resolved within one or two seconds. Otherwise, where Sefirah Castle would ultimately belong would become a very serious question mark.

Without hesitation, Klein let one transparent, twisted Worm of Spirit after another drill out from the surface of his skin. They swiftly gathered together, forming another Klein.

This Klein caught the Sea God Scepter, stirred the power of Sefirah Castle, and, with layer after layer of invisible “waves” reinforcing it, caused all the cyan-blue gemstones to light up. One violent bolt of lightning after another formed a silver-white sphere and rolled into the spreading rings of light.

Amid crackling sounds, the palm that had pierced into Sefirah Castle instantly broke into pieces, dissolved, and evaporated.

The spherical lightning, filled with the aura of destruction, expanded outward and descended into reality, enveloping Gehrman Sparrow, who wore the monocle.

That image from the gaps of history had only barely been maintained by relying on a loophole. After suffering such a strike, it could no longer remain stable. It could only adjust the crystal monocle, shake its head in regret, and watch as its figure swiftly turned transparent, shattered inch by inch by arcs of lightning.

While a small portion of his Worms of Spirit responded to Amon’s “prayer,” Klein’s true body took the Staff of the Stars.

He grasped the head of the black cane inlaid with many different gemstones and aimed this Grade 0 sealed artifact at the rapidly shrinking crimson spot of light.

At the same time, a scene appeared inside his mind.

The rubies, emeralds, sapphires, pearls, and diamonds on the Staff of the Stars lit up one after another, almost without distinction.

Dong!

A distant bell seemed to cross infinite time and descend, echoing within the grayish-white fog and within that crimson spot of light.

Before the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar’s eyes, the pitch-black darkness abruptly receded, revealing a huge stone clock.

The clock was ancient and mottled. Its face was divided by grayish-white and cyan-black into twelve sections, each containing a different symbol representing a different time.

At the center of the clock, three hands—one long, one short, and one of medium length—seemed to be formed from Worms of Time and were filled with the vicissitudes of ages.

This was a Beyonder power belonging to the Angel of Time, Amon. Klein had reproduced it through the Staff of the Stars!

Normally speaking, a Beyonder power of this level was definitely not something that could be understood after seeing it once or twice. It was not so easy to “Record.” But Klein was not fighting alone.

During this period, by relying on Miss Magician’s summoning, he had repeatedly returned to Backlund and gone to The Star Leonard’s side to converse directly with Pallez Zoroast, obtaining a deep grasp of the corresponding mysticism knowledge and supernatural details.

Although Pallez had already fallen to the level of Sequence 2 and could no longer use powers of the Time domain, His experience and knowledge had not been lost.

Dong!

On the ancient, mysterious stone clock, the second hand abruptly ticked forward. Everything around the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar became sluggish, and even the deep darkness seemed to freeze.

This Miracle Invoker, who had been about to completely sever His connection to the outside world and fulfill His own wish to transfer far away, immediately stiffened in place. For a brief instant, He was fixed there.

The high-level Beyonder power reproduced through the Staff of the Stars was undoubtedly somewhat different from the original. But for Klein, the current effect was already sufficient.

The moment he saw the Dark Demonic Wolf affected by the ancient clock, he immediately discarded the Staff of the Stars and let every Worm of Spirit he had just separated fly back into his body.

With a shift of thought, Klein returned to the old cities before the First Epoch. Then, carrying the lantern that emitted dim yellow light, he appeared in the barren wilderness shrouded in darkness.

His right hand immediately reached forward and smoothly dragged out another version of himself: a projection holding the Staff of the Stars.

This method could effectively increase the success rate of summoning the Staff of the Stars, but it would significantly reduce the Grade 0 sealed artifact’s power. After all, what was being summoned was a historical projection within a historical projection. Of course, because every second mattered right now, the choice was very simple.

Klein’s true body no longer entered the fog of history. He reached out and grabbed “his own” shoulder, using the technique of dream divination to outline within his mind the feedback scene he had obtained earlier through Sefirah Castle’s corruption of the Dark Demonic Wolf:

Inside an ancient castle, in an unlit dark hall, the small-mountain-like demonic wolf stood up.

One detail after another swiftly filled in. Klein adjusted the specifics based on the scene of the target being frozen.

The corresponding gemstones upon the black cane lit up at once.

Inside Klein’s mind, that oil-painting-like scene abruptly expanded outward, intertwining with reality until the two could no longer be distinguished.

He descended into that ancient castle, into that dark hall, directly before the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar, who was supporting His body with all eight legs.

He and this God of Wishes, who had survived from the Second Epoch, finally met formally!

Without hesitation, while the Dark Demonic Wolf had just broken free from the ancient clock’s influence, Klein dispersed his own image from the gaps of history and took an iron cigarette case from his pocket, opening it with a snap.

Inside the cigarette case lay a Loen gold coin. A flash of light surfaced across the coin, reflecting the figure of Reinette Tinekerr in Her gloomy, complicated dress, carrying four blond-haired, red-eyed heads.

One of Klein’s advance preparations was to bring Miss Messenger into the Forsaken Land of the Gods using the same method he had once used to carry Admiral of Blood Senor.

Reinette Tinekerr was, without question, also a Wraith—and an even more powerful one. She could likewise inhabit a smooth surface like that of a gold coin. Furthermore, She was a spirit world creature, essentially a spirit, and could enter the space above the gray fog like Justice Audrey’s spirit body, then descend into the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

Based on those conditions, in order not to expose Sefirah Castle’s internal secrets and not to reveal The Fool’s true identity, Klein first had Miss Messenger possess the gold coin. Then he used the iron cigarette case to seal it layer by layer before sacrificing the item above the gray fog and bringing it into the Forsaken Land of the Gods through a bestowment ritual.

Of course, the premise of all those actions was that within Sefirah Castle, Klein possessed the status and strength of a Sequence 2 angel. Even if something abnormal happened with Reinette Tinekerr, he would be able to deal with it.

As for Reinette Tinekerr, because Gehrman Sparrow had just helped Her retrieve part of Her body, She had gladly agreed to the matter.

Silently, this Miss Messenger left the gold coin and appeared inside the Dark Demonic Wolf’s black pupils, which occupied three-quarters of His eyes.

Wraith possession!