Chapter 360: Old Friend

"I want to know about the Sequence 4 of the 'Diviner' Pathway." Klein was acting on impulse this time; it was originally a simple visit, but after talking with Beckett, he felt a few more degrees of urgency.

With his own future uncertain and those who came from the same place as him harboring different intentions, Klein felt deeply powerless and wanted to seek advancement.

He had intended to share that information with this "Snake of Mercury" anyway, but being able to obtain some information about a Demigod of the "Diviner" Pathway would be excellent.

"I don't have it." The childish voice said directly, "The 'Diviner' Pathway is strictly controlled by the Zaratul Family and the Antigonus Family; you probably won't find the formula in the outside world."

"My suggestion is the Evernight Church and the Abraham Family."

I know about the Evernight Church, but isn't the Abraham Family the "Apprentice" Pathway? Do they even possess the Demigod formulas for adjacent pathways?

Thoughts raced through Klein's mind. The Evernight Church was definitely the most reliable, but the advancement to "Puppet Master" had already exhausted the merits he had previously accumulated.

Moreover, the situation developed too quickly during the latter half of the encirclement of the Blood Sect; all members of the Rose School of Thought's Indulgence Sect and the Blood Sect died under the divine might of the "God of Binding," and the immense wealth fell into the hands of the Rose School of Thought, which was waiting to be rebuilt.

Although they received some compensatory rewards, it was nowhere near the level of a Demigod formula.

Klein thought he could use some underhanded methods with the spare money he had on hand, but he didn't expect to be blocked right from the start.

"Wah!" The next moment, this newborn Angel cried out; it was too aggrieved.

However... a thought flashed through Klein's mind.

Uh... the corners of Klein's mouth twitched. He didn't need to row a boat anymore, he didn't even have a salary in the Phantom Realm, and becoming the mayor of Utopia was already a status leap—where would a salary come from?

Miss "Magician" isn't of the "Diviner" Pathway either; it seems it will be hard to make that work... Klein was somewhat disappointed.

"Dream Sect."

"Sigh, that won't do; you have to make as many friends as possible!"

"Alright, it's your turn to tell me." The childish voice carried a hint of pleasure.

"They won't lie to you, so that won't work." The childish voice revealed this cruel fact.

"... As expected, I knew there was Dream involvement!" The childish voice sounded a bit indignant, and Klein heard some sourness and resentment in it.

As for the Zaratul Family and the Antigonus Family, he couldn't avoid those two families fast enough.

"Okay..." Klein didn't dare to fool this one and told everything except for information about himself.

Please act normal, I'm scared... Klein didn't know what to say.

He re-examined his interpersonal relationships in Backlund and found that his social circle was pitifully small, with only a handful of friends.

"... After that, the Rose School of Thought returned to the right track." Klein also spent some time on this.

Klein thought through everyone, but he couldn't think of any friends he could visit. There was Keleistai in the Evernight Church, but this "Sword of the Goddess" was likely still in the Southern Continent at this time.

"They only give the formula to their own students."

"You must strive for success!" The childish Angel looked at Klein and said this at the end, and without waiting for Klein to ask, He directly ended this visit.

"Is the Abraham Family feasible?" Klein asked cautiously.

"Anything else?" Klein no longer held any hope.

"Why don't I have such a powerful friend?" The baby's cry was extremely loud.

Klein was stunned, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to leave.

"Ah, I can only go to Bishop Chumen." Klein was closest to Chumen Manor, yet it was the last visit he decided on.

It didn't take long for Klein to return to Chumen Manor by carriage.

Then what he saw was the usual lazy Bishop Chumen.

"Good day, Archbishop Chumen."

"Ah, you're finally here." Chumen looked up, pointed to the chair and tea beside him, "Sit, have some tea."

Klein didn't stand on ceremony, poured himself a cup of Earl Grey tea, and sat opposite Chumen.

"Bishop, I have an idea." Klein skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"I obtained a certain authority in the Phantom Realm; can I use it to obtain rewards from the Phantom Realm?"

"You can. The Rules of the Phantom Realm are there; whoever can do something beneficial to it can receive rewards," Chumen said, staring at Klein.

"Then can I invite you to a place?" Klein asked while the iron was hot.

"Hmm?" Chumen's brows arched slightly.

"A place in the Phantom Realm," Klein explained.

"You'd better not waste my time; I'm going to take a nap."

Hearing this, Klein subconsciously glanced at the sunlight outside the window. It wasn't even noon yet; you haven't been awake for more than a few hours, have you?

I'm so envious...

"It won't take long!" Klein said.

"Fine." It seems Chumen hasn't been to Utopia either.

"Please!" Klein's face showed joy; he closed his eyes directly and sank his consciousness into the Phantom Realm, and Chumen followed him in.

Klein woke up in the Dream Temple of the Phantom Realm, and Chumen appeared beside him.

"Please follow me." Klein reached out and summoned a book that landed in his hand; this was the manifestation of his Phantom Realm authority.

With a thought from Klein, a beam of light enveloped him and Chumen, and they descended to the lowest level of the Phantom Realm.

This place should have been dark and gloomy, accumulating the darkest thoughts in the hearts of countless people; it was the Abyss of the Phantom Realm.

But a month ago, a small town appeared here—

Utopia.

Chumen knew of the existence of this town, but he had already thrown the affairs of the Phantom Realm to Roselle, so this was indeed his first time coming to this town.

"Bishop, this is the authority I obtained in the Phantom Realm." Klein looked at this town with complex emotions.

This was a town he had created.

Today, it welcomed its first guest.

"This is called Utopia, it is..." Klein informed Chumen of the origin of this place.

"Heh, this gentleman, do you know you have committed the crime of blasphemy?!" Chumen's expression showed nothing unusual.

"The 'Supreme Dream' has not sent down divine punishment, and has even granted me the corresponding authority." Klein still had some confidence.

The crime of blasphemy in the Dream Sect could be light or heavy; after all, it was not unheard of for people skilled at daydreaming to fantasize that they had become the Creator.

Therefore, in the Dream Sect, unless it was the kind of blasphemy involving collusion with evil sects, the rest were generally not pursued.

"Alright, I don't have the time to convict you either; that is too much trouble." Chumen chuckled.

"Then please, Bishop, take a look at this Utopia of mine." Klein breathed a sigh of relief and led Chumen into this town on the flip side of the Dream.

(End of this chapter)