Chapter 283: 「Mysteries...」

"He saw it? And he even called me Mysteries..."

Klein remembered that indescribable gaze; he was certain that the "Hidden Emperor" had indeed seen him.

"Then what is this 'Mysteries'?" Klein subconsciously looked toward this expanse of Grey Fog; if there was any secret on him that even he could not fathom, it was certainly this expanse of Grey Fog.

"'Mysteries' refers to this expanse of Grey Fog, perhaps the name of the previous 'owner'?"

It took a long time for Klein to recover; he stopped thinking about these things and instead looked at that mass of information, which was larger than his entire person.

Ignoring the experience of being killed by a single glance just now, this was likely the time Klein had gained the most from peeking at various deities.

This entire mass was a condensed stream of information, containing countless knowledge.

It was fortunate that he was Above the Gray Fog, otherwise Klein would have risked having his brain burst.

"I heard the 'Hidden Sage' is fond of being a teacher and often pours knowledge into the members of the Mose Ascetic Order? But I've never heard of anyone being stuffed to death by knowledge!"

The "Hidden Sage" is a deity who symbolizes knowledge, and also the most generous deity in occultism.

As long as the "Seer"s of the Mose Ascetic Order are pious enough, they will receive the "Gift" of the "Hidden Sage," having knowledge poured directly into their brains.

This is a treatment that only "Seer"s can enjoy; now Klein can too. He reached out and peeled off strands of knowledge from that stream of information.

"Potion Formula for Seer..."

"Ritual magic mastered by Seer..."

"Potion Formula for Brawler and... Brawler knowledge?"

"Wizard..."

Klein counted them like gold coins, classifying and absorbing these pieces of knowledge one by one.

Knowledge is power, knowledge is money; if Klein could find a suitable opportunity, he could make a fortune with this knowledge!

It was just that the amount of knowledge was too great; once the knowledge reached the Demigod level, Klein could no longer bear it.

He turned his gaze toward some other information.

There was no lack of knowledge for the "Hunter" pathway, and there was also that of the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor.

"Eh?" Klein exclaimed in surprise, "Why does the True God of the 'Hunter' pathway possess knowledge of the 'Lawyer' pathway?"

What the hell is this? According to the information Klein possessed, these were not even adjacent pathways!

"There is even knowledge of the 'Dream' pathway here, and also 'Adam'..."

Klein noticed this name, and then he saw the Potion Formula for the "Spectator" pathway.

Klein suddenly thought of what Mr. Azik had said: "Beware of Spectator."

Before the Blood Emperor died, he also felt that his ending had been arranged by the "Hidden Emperor" and "Adam." Isn't this the trend of history? Even becoming a god cannot escape it.

And if the "Hidden Emperor" is the True God of the "Seer" pathway, then does this "Spectator" refer to "Adam"?

Plus the characteristic of "All that is spoken, will be known"...

"Even Mr. Azik doesn't dare to call out this name?!" Klein was frightened by his own logical deduction.

"I must be careful in the future; do not speak this name in Reality!"

Klein hinted to himself multiple times, letting his Spirituality remember this name, and not to let himself mention this name outside of the Grey Fog.

As for the other knowledge, Klein felt he had reached his limit; he dared not extract and view any more, instead throwing this light mass of information into the pile of miscellaneous items.

"These few days have been too fulfilling..." Klein, whose Spirituality was once again in turmoil Above the Gray Fog, fell into an infant-like sleep again.

Trissy, who had been searching in the Spirit World for several days, returned to Reality in utter despair, using the "Traveler's Door" to return to her stronghold in Backlund.

The failure of this operation was a huge blow to her mental state, but conversely, her current state was excellent.

"It was clearly already in my hands..." Trissy's hair had grown past her supple waist, each strand distinct, as if it had a life of its own, dancing wildly like a venomous snake.

The Sapphire Ring on her hand radiated tiny specks of light, as if all leaden dust had been washed away, adding even more brilliance.

She had actually become the owner of the Ring.

"Knock, knock!"

Trissy suddenly raised her head; the sadness and longing in her eyes vanished simultaneously, leaving only indifference.

The Sapphire Ring on her hand was also following her will, beginning to emit a terrifying aura that gradually covered the entire house.

"Ms. Trissy, may I have the opportunity to meet you?" A voice that easily lowered one's guard came from outside the door.

"..." Trissy stared silently at that door.

This was her secret stronghold; in fact, it was the former residence of a wealthy merchant in Backlund, but now that merchant had forgotten he owned this house. By all logic, absolutely no one should have been able to find her here.

And she had only returned here a few minutes ago.

But the unexpected happened nonetheless.

"..." The person outside also waited very politely for a reply.

"Please come in." Trissy thought for a minute, then walked over to open the door and invited this gentleman in.

"Greetings, beautiful lady. Please allow me to introduce myself." This gentleman, wearing a shirt, vest, and a three-piece suit, took off his hat and bowed.

"My name is Herwin Rambis, and I belong to the Psychology Alchemists."

"Are you here on behalf of the organization to invite me to join you?"

"Psychology Alchemists?" Trissy asked in confusion; she knew of this secret organization, but had never had any contact with it.

"No, it is the 'Twilight Hermit Order', an organization that drives the trend of history and is always correct."

Herwin Rambis smiled gently and introduced.

"Always correct?" Trissy sneered, "Even a True God cannot be always correct."

It was not as if there were no gods who died because they were incorrect.

"But we can." Herwin Rambis did not get angry, still looking at Trissy gently.

Trissy stroked the ring on her hand, causing the gaze of this gentle old gentleman to finally have some changes.

Trissy sat on the sofa and stretched, revealing curves that were not exaggerated but still breathtaking, "Why did you come looking for me?"

"Naturally, because you possess such qualifications." Herwin Rambis sat opposite Trissy, his attitude becoming a bit more serious.

The gaze of this gray-haired old gentleman merely swept over the Ring once, after which he sat up straight and made no further movements.

His back was held ramrod straight, and he seemed somewhat nervous, for he knew that this place might be under the gaze of some terrifying existence.

Of course, he also had someone behind him; this was the reason he dared to come here.

"To survive in this world, one always needs friends. Take this operation, for instance—if you had companions, the outcome would be vastly different."

Trissy's eyes turned dark in an instant, staring fixedly at Herwin Rambis.