677 Falling to the Ground (2/2)
Go see what that demigod is up to.
”Apologize?” Anderson's face wrinkled immediately. Placed in a difficult position, he said with great difficulty, ”I have quite a reputation in the Fog Sea.”
Klein didn't say a thing. He stood up, patted his coat, and prepared to walk off.
At this moment, Anderson lunged forward and rushed to the entrance of the staircase ahead of Klein. He yelled, ”I'm sorry! It was my fault!
”We can talk about anything!”
He paused for a second and repeated again, ”I'm sorry! It was my fault!
”We can talk about anything!”
Clap! Clap! Clap! A series of slow claps sounded on the first floor as a figure appeared at the staircase.
Amidst the light footsteps, this figure slowly walked to the bend, but Klein instinctively moved his gaze away as though he didn't wish to know what that person looked like.
In addition, he realized that he didn't have any intentions of raising his arms or aiming his gun. It was as though he had been cued and had lost the intention of resisting.
This is terrifying… Yes, it's not a face-to-face hypnosis, which is why I could detect it. But if I was directly targeted, the repercussions would be unimaginable… I can be influenced now. In the way Miss Justice would explain it, the other party will use the sea of collective subconscious to silently arrive beside my island of consciousness, and then they would do something to a certain extent? Klein came to a realization as he had the sudden urge to leave and return to his room.
This is the silent ”instruction” given to me by the demigod? Klein roughly understood that the other party wished to communicate with Anderson in private; hence, he didn't resist and walked to the stairs before returning to his room.
In less than five minutes, Anderson knocked on his door, his face grimacing.
”Done talking?” Klein asked without much surprise.
Anderson gave a heavy nod.
”Phew… Yes, he got me to help him do something. As for what is it, I can't tell others.”
”Do you still remember what he looks like?” Klein deliberately asked.
Anderson thought carefully as he suddenly frowned.
”I don't remember…”
As expected… Look at you. For 1,600 pounds, you offended a demigod. It wasn't worth it at all… Klein silently sighed and then said, ”Can we leave tomorrow?”
”Yes. There's no rush for that matter. Let's resolve the problem with my bad luck first,” Anderson didn't hesitate to answer.
Klein didn't speak further as he pointed at the floor.
”Still having breakfast?”
Anderson was first taken aback before revealing a smile.
”Of course!
”No type of frustration can influence eating and sleeping!”
The two went down to the first floor and discovered that the waiter was silently clearing up the shattered items. The boss and the customers had all forgotten what had happened.
…
After breakfast, Anderson continued going out, busy obtaining his bounty rewards and Beyonder characteristics money. He also did some preparations while Klein stayed in his hotel room, converging the spirituality that overflowed from his advancement and using worms to test his Marionettist Beyonder powers.
At half past two in the afternoon, he went above the gray fog ahead of time and began practicing for the upcoming Tarot Gathering. After all, Mr. Fool would very casually and lightly punish The Hermit Cattleya.
Sitting in the chair belonging to The Fool, Klein began playing out the three punishment plans he had decided over the past few days. Two of the plans needed him to borrow some of the power of this space, and two of them needed to use props. Hence, he needed to decide on the entire process ahead of time. He would then familiarize himself with it, and he couldn't reveal his lack of fluency at the critical moment.
After an unknown period of time, Klein exhaled and confirmed his plan.
Then, he conjured The World. Without any items, he saw the countless dense black threads that emanated from his body.
Items conjured using the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog possess a certain amount of spirituality… So they come equipped with Spirit Body Threads. And in the real world, items without life do not have any. Klein familiarly controlled the black threads and quickly completely controlled The World.
Now, not only could he make The World's expressions more intricate and have reactions that were more like a real person, he could also make the marionette's spirituality fluctuations become more natural. It wouldn't appear as lifeless anymore!
Apart from that, he was like a player who had two accounts, gaining The World's vision, hearing, as well as his other senses.
After completing all of this, Klein glanced at his golden pocket watch, sent Little Sun a message, and began to silently count his heartbeats.