1169 Kleins Plan (2/2)
The ancient sun god, Amon and Adam's father deliberately separated ”His” negative personality;
Beyonders who were close to the ground or encountered some corruption would gradually form a brand new self;
After reaching the moon, Emperor Roselle's personality had changed a little without him realizing it;
Many of the twenty-two Beyonder pathways were conflicting, just like Demoness and Hunter.
Perhaps the Creator—the Oldest One—was an amalgamation of contradictions, and ”He” could only relieve this problem by sleeping… Klein had a certain guess, but he was unable to verify it.
He wasn't even sure if the Oldest One, who would awaken when the stars were right, as spoken of in mythical legend in ”his previous life,” was the Creator of all things who splintered into everything in present-day myths.
This required more clues and more evidence to confirm. He couldn't just rely on his own guesses and imagination.
It's not like I'm a Visionary, Klein thought in a self-deprecating manner. He then cast his gaze upwards. It was almost comprised solely of gray nothingness there, with some grayish-white clouds floating there.
There are still many things I need to confirm. For example, is that so-called ”Chernobyl” a sanctuary created by humans after the awakening of the Oldest One? Or did the Beyonder characteristics of the twenty-two Beyonder pathways really originate from the Oldest One? Another would be the positions of the constellations. Is it actually normal, or is it abnormal now? Does the 1368 apocalypse correspond to the moment when the stars are right? And finally, the origins of the first Blasphemy Slate and what exactly is on the moon…
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly stopped tapping his fingers and softly said, ”For example, the hometown of the Elves, the legendary Western Continent, whether it exists or not, and why can't anyone go there…”
The answer to his question was a long period of silence. He slowly leaned back and rested his arms on the armrest.
After a few minutes, Klein closed his eyes and had an idea. Or rather, he decided.
After he successfully revived, he planned on staying in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for some time to seek out some questions.
Just as Emperor Roselle had said, many of the answers were in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Blasphemer Amon had wandered here for more than a thousand years to explore the history that surpassed the First Epoch.
Furthermore, if he kept heading east in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, he might reach the legendary Western Continent… Klein cast his gaze outside the ancient palace as he looked into the distance.
To him, staying in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for some time was also a type of strategy. At the very least, this would attract the attention of Amon, making ”Him” not need to mobilize ”His” avatars in the outside world to search for Gehrman Sparrow in Loen or Backlund. That would bring great danger to the people that he knew.
Thankfully, the avatars of Amon who knew that I'm soft-hearted had been wiped out. The corresponding information was also not propagated because of the existence of concealment… If not for that, Amon might end up directly using the lives of Benson, Melissa, Leonard, and Miss Justice to threaten me… I don't even dare to think of the outcome… Heh heh, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck has finally shown its powers… Phew, even if I want to leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods, I don't have a solution now. I have to barge into the place where the Dark Angel is sleeping… Klein shook his head and felt that even if he could resurrect, he would be facing all kinds of dangers.
No matter how he thought about it, a Scholar of Yore wouldn't last long if he were tracked by a King of Angels!
The key to the matter was that the Evernight Goddess was still digesting the Uniqueness of the Death pathway. ”She” could only spare a limited amount of power for infiltrating the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Once the Angel of Time, who wielded the authority of ”Error,” was prepared, it was nearly impossible to accomplish what had happened today.
On the one hand, I have to seek help from other possible existences. When I successfully revive, I will attempt to use my marionette to recite the honorific name of the Lord of Storms, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Let's see if ”They” have any means to descend into the Forsaken Land of the Gods. ”They” had fed on the ancient sun god back then, so 'They' definitely do not wish for Amon to obtain Sefirah Castle…
On the other hand, since the Scholar of Yore's potion has been completely digested, I'll have to consider becoming a Miracle Invoker. As long as I have an angel's status and become a complete Mythical Creature, my situation will be much better. At the very least, I'll be able to withstand a wave of Amon's ravings when facing ”His” true body… Klein decided to use the medium to spy on the terrifying maggot cluster on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range once his Spirit Body recovered. From there, he could obtain the knowledge corresponding to a Miracle Invoker.
It was highly likely that it was The Half-Fool of the Antigonus family!
After considering his future plans, he looked around and answered the crimson stars one at a time.
”The Tarot Gathering will proceed as usual today.”
He wanted to see if Ma'am Hermit, Mr. Hanged Man, and the others could provide him with inspiration and allow him to be revived far away from Amon.
Of course, it was necessary to use an ingenious excuse.
After responding, the world above the gray fog became extremely quiet again. Klein sat at the seat of The Fool, temporarily with nowhere to go.
After a moment of silence, he leaned forward slightly and used his right hand to support his head, looking straight ahead.
On the long, mottled table, a variety of delicacies and exquisite candles appeared. As for the high-back chairs around it, they became even closer in style to the current times.
One figure after another appeared. One of them was an elderly man with a loud voice and silver strands in his black hair. Another was a woman who was nearly fifty years old. She had an Asian face with short hair that only reached her ears. Some of them were young men who were playing with their phones and enjoying the sumptuous food, while others were young ladies who were laughing and joking…
Behind them, new figures appeared one after another. It was the gray-eyed Dunn with a receding hairline, and Daly with her blue eyeshadow and blush.
With a smile on their faces, they surrounded the long, warm table surrounded by candlelight above the grayish-white fog. They chatted happily and commented on the delicacies from time to time.
Klein maintained his expression and posture as he propped his hand on the side of his face and silently watched this scene in stillness for an extended period of time.