Chapter 341: Nightfall

"Fool..." "Door..." "Error..."

Klein's head felt as if it had exploded; the crazed ravings brought him to a state of near loss of control.

His skin turned the greyish-white of a dead person, devoid of any vitality, like a corpse about to be dissected—or, of course, like a freshly made doll.

The next moment, granules of flesh squirmed on his body like worms; as these "worms" writhed, it was as if they wanted to detach from this body and jump off.

Klein had never experienced such an impact, but the only thing to be thankful for was that he was already a "Fairy Tale Mage," and that his ritual had been highly effective.

The mermaid's singing echoed in this area, drilling into his head and allowing the surging Potion essence to calm down slightly.

This enabled Klein to mobilize the Dream Phosphor within his body to resist his own madness.

"Why is it like this!?"

This mutation was too exaggerated, as if all the ravings he had never heard before were stuffed into his head at once, directly shattering his rational defenses.

Before his advancement, he had also asked Sharon, Keleistai, and others about the mental state of Sequence 5.

Klein's mental state began to recover, and the flesh granules on his body gradually faded, returning to the appearance of a normal person, but this time the ravings in his ears were not suppressed; instead, they echoed by his ears at all times.

"'Fool,' 'Door,' 'Error'..." Klein recalled the words mentioned in the ravings.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then simultaneously utilized "Fairy Tale Arrival" and the Spirit Body Thread; two powers with similar manifestations but different essences merged at this moment, beginning an essential sublimation.

With the Spirit Body Thread, in the eyes of a "Puppet Master," everyone is a puppet that can be controlled.

And now, he was far more than 100 meters away from that controlled mermaid.

Their descriptions were all terrifying, but within a normal range; the Dream Phosphor possessed by his own "Fairy Tale Mage" could normally suppress it.

This was the state of a normal Beyonder, and because of the "Dream" Pathway, he was only now truly experiencing this feeling.

This is the Spirit Body Thread.

And if it weren't for the "Dream" Pathway, he wouldn't have been able to withstand that first wave of crazed ravings.

At this moment, Klein felt very grateful to that "Supreme Dream."

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that the 'Dream' Pathway and the combinations of other pathways are very harmonious..."

"From now on, I will also have to live with danger and terrifying ravings at all times."

"It's the Grey Fog..." Klein affirmed.

Klein piously thanked the "Supreme Dream," and then began to examine himself; in his vision, countless illusory black threads rose up everywhere in the world.

Threads that rose from within biological bodies and could be controlled by a "Puppet Master."

It was just that as soon as he drank the Potion, Reality gave him a heavy blow.

Klein hooked his finger, pulling on a certain Spirit Body Thread, and a certain mermaid in the ocean immediately stiffened.

"And Bishop Chumen; if it weren't for his guidance, I wouldn't have been able to walk the 'Dream' Pathway."

He had seen the same words in investigation orders from forces like the Abraham Family, the Secret Order, and the Antigonus Family.

He had received a gift of the level of the Grey Fog, and now it seemed he had to pay the corresponding price.

Klein sensed for a few seconds, then released the control.

"The existence of the Spirit Body Thread allows me to easily establish a connection with the target, and then perform 'Marionettist' on this connection; this makes my attack range increase by at least five times, and within 500 meters, it is my home turf."

"Within one hundred meters, I can attempt to control; within five hundred meters, I can attempt to influence."

"The time for 'Marionettist' has also been greatly reduced; in just one minute, the enemy will become my puppet."

"And during this one minute, the enemy will have to face me, who can also cast 'Fairy Tale Arrival'..."

"Right now, I can control at most three to four puppets, but for Paper Figurines, it is only limited by my Spirituality."

"This is still far from the limit; with the digestion of the Potion and the completion of the 'Utopia' story, I can at least expand the entire range by three times!"

"I really have become an army of one."

After he completely digested the Potion, he would at least be able to control one 【puppet】 possessing five Sequence 5 puppets, ten Sequence 5 Paper Figurines, plus many strange and bizarre "Fairy Tale Arrival" 【effects】; if that isn't an army of one, what is?

"If I face a Demigod..." Klein couldn't help but fantasize.

This thought was too tempting, making Klein spend a full minute to calm down.

Klein shook his head, summoned the Driver, and left Dainos Island directly through her to return to his room.

"Thank you for your help." Klein took out a scroll containing one thousand gold coins, which would fall out with just a vigorous shake.

"Very good..." Reinette Tinekerr, who had transferred from Driver to Messenger, bit the scroll with one of her heads.

"Recently... one week... time, do not... contact me..."

Then the three free heads spoke in turn.

"A week?" Klein blinked; the rest time he had agreed upon with Sharon, Maric, and the others was also exactly one week.

"Okay." Klein nodded gently.

The Messenger stepped directly into the Spirit World.

Klein let out a soft breath, sealed the room with Spirituality, performed Reverse Four Steps, and arrived Above the Gray Fog.

After he truly became a "Puppet Master," he felt that his connection with the Grey Fog had become closer, and a large part of the terrifying, crazed ravings he endured came from this connection.

Klein looked around; the meeting place of the "Tarot Club" had not changed at all.

He raised his head to look at the sky, and his spirit body also slowly flew upward with this movement, landing on a staircase of light.

Klein climbed to the highest point of the staircase and gazed toward that vague object.

It looked like the shell of something, having a vague outline in the Grey Fog, like a door.

The deep green, near-black color was very prominent; Klein's powerful Spirituality had even managed to outline the shape of a gate based on this color.

"Do I need to walk in?" Klein stepped forward, but an invisible pressure appeared in his senses.

He was still one step short.

"Can I only truly walk close after becoming a Demigod?" Klein sighed softly.

He was just about to turn around when his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a curtain of night.

"Night curtain?" This is Above the Gray Fog, how could such a thing exist here?

Klein stared at that night curtain, and in a trance, he felt a certain impulse; he should reach out and peel this night curtain off.

This night curtain is actually quite beautiful; draped over one's body, it would surely be a fine cloak, and it would certainly look very good.