Chapter 342: Grey Fog Mutation

The night curtain hidden on that illusory cyan-black gate was so provocative that Klein liked it at first sight and reached out his hand, preparing to pull it down.

Moreover, the closer he got to that night curtain, the more Klein was unable to resist the attractive force naturally emitted by his own body, wanting to merge into one with this night curtain.

Hum!

The Dream Crystal Ball placed on the long bronze table, the "Dream Card" that Klein had thrown into the pile of junk, and the Dream Badge on the cover of the book *Utopia*...

These things that had some connection to the "Supreme Dream" were all trembling slightly at this moment, with wisps of Dream Phosphor splashing out. These Dream Phosphor did not perform any acts of resistance against the Grey Fog, but instead stirred up power of the same origin.

That was the Dream Phosphor within Klein's body.

At this instant, the Dream Phosphor in Klein's body erupted suddenly, rushing straight to his head, and magnificent colors overflowed from his eyes, making his consciousness become clear.

"Damn it!" Klein pulled his hand back in a panic and jumped directly back to the side of the long bronze table. The reason he did not immediately return to the Real World was also because this Above the Gray Fog was already deeply bound to him; he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he might as well seize the time to confirm the situation.

Klein reached out and summoned the Sea God Scepter and the Book of Calamity, and he also placed the Dream Crystal Ball in front of him.

He tried to mobilize the power of the Grey Fog and discovered that he still possessed the corresponding control, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Throw a lightning bolt first!" Klein raised the scepter, activated the power of the Book of Calamity as well, and threw a terrifying ball of lightning above the Grey Fog.

"I will be replaced by someone? Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?!"

"The only one who can touch them is me..." Klein said in surprise and suspicion. Apart from himself, no other objects or attacks could make contact with that place.

"I also don't know if the transmigrations of my fellow countrymen have anything to do with the Grey Fog..." Klein vaguely had an answer; the time his fellow countrymen transmigrated was about the same, so it was very likely related to the Grey Fog!

And there were also various factors in Reality...

Likewise, not a single bolt of lightning could land within that night curtain.

The pile of junk could be moved, but the Tarot Club couldn't!

Dissolve the Tarot Club? Impossible; the fates of the members of the Tarot Club had already been firmly bound together because of the Grey Fog.

Incandescent electric snakes instantly covered the entire Grey Fog, wanting to strike toward that gate of light, but that gate of light seemed to be located in another world, completely unreachable.

Remain at Sequence 5 forever? Not become a Demigod, not take that step?

No! Behind that door lay the secret of his own transmigration. Although life in this world was not bad, even if there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance, Klein wanted to try to go home.

This was something many fellow countrymen were searching for, but everyone was completely confused and could find no clues. Now that Klein had encountered it, he would never give up.

"So it turns out I am already unable to act on my own." Klein was silent for a long while, the corners of his mouth curling into a slightly bitter smile.

It was just that... there was no need to try at all; he already felt that a deep bond had been formed between him and the Grey Fog, and he simply could not undo this bond.

"My transmigration is related to this Grey Fog. The situation just now—was there something that controlled me, making me reach out to touch that night curtain? If I really tore it down, what would happen?"

"And..." Klein felt cold sweat seeping out from his temples, "I am now unable to part with the Grey Fog."

Klein suddenly had the urge to never step onto the Grey Fog again. If he could, he would even "throw away" the Grey Fog.

Klein recalled that state with horror; he was like someone whose heart had been covered by lard, having lost his mind, truly becoming the "Fool".

"The secret of transmigration..."

This was something he could not escape.

"I can only keep walking forward; being conservative and refusing to change is the stupidest thing."

If nothing else, he couldn't even reach Demigod; if one day the night curtain hanging on the cyan-black gate of light fell, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to resist.

"For now, this is all I can do." Klein sighed softly, put everything in his hands back into the pile of junk, and returned to Reality himself.

"Sleep, sleep! I hope I can forget all my troubles when I wake up tomorrow."

Klein entered dreamland with his delusions. Oh no! He still needed to go to the Phantom Realm to work and row the boat. Hmm, he also didn't know if he could use his Phantom Realm permissions to modify his job, such as becoming the mayor of *Utopia* or something...

Hum!

When Klein entered the Phantom Realm and such a thought arose, he was immediately teleported to that Phantom Realm Abyss full of Filth and dark thoughts.

"Could it really be feasible?" Klein blinked. He followed his intuition and entered a small town.

The color tone of this small town leaned toward the dark, and the weather outside the town was even more fickle. Klein stood at the edge of the boundary, confirming that this small town was shrouded in an endless rainstorm—this was the same as the *Utopia* he had set.

"Ah! What terrible weather!" Klein suddenly heard a complaint. A young man crossed the boundary and arrived at this dark small town.

"Hello, my name is Jack. I got lost in the rainstorm and came here. May I ask what place this is?" Jack saw Klein and waved at Klein to ask.

Klein sized up this Jack, his expression very strange, to the point that he forgot to answer.

How many Writers could have such a face-to-face conversation with the protagonist of their own writing?

Klein had done it.

This Jack was the protagonist in the initial story of the *Utopia* series.

"Hello?" Jack asked again.

"Oh, sorry," Klein came back to his senses, "This is Utopia, an ancient and mysterious city."

This was also the setting Klein had given to *Utopia*.

"Utopia? I've never heard of it!" Jack scratched his head in some distress, a head of wet hair dripping with rainwater.

"Then I will take you to the town's hotel." Klein's expression gradually calmed down, preparing to be the guide of his own story.

"Okay, thank you, sir!"

Klein led Jack to the town hotel, where he met a couple and a boss.

"Hello, Mayor!" These people all stood up to greet Klein when they saw him.

Hmm! Klein nodded lightly, causing Jack a burst of surprise. "Sir, are you the mayor of this small town?"

Klein's expression was as usual; when he stepped onto this land, he knew his Fantasy had come true.

This small town operated entirely according to everything he had constructed and set, whether it was the characters, the buildings, or the Fate.

Here, he possessed absolute Authority and could make his own thoughts become Reality in this town.

Of course, this was not without a price. Just as Klein had guessed before, while he enjoyed the Authority, he also needed to solve the problems here.