Chapter 369: Tides of History

"Do you know him?"

Trissy's words reached Klein's ears, instantly clearing his head.

He looked at Trissy, whose lips were curled into a slight arc, and his spiritual intuition issued a warning.

A Trissy like this could launch an attack at any moment; she was extremely dangerous.

Trissy should be Sequence 5 now, not yet a Demigod, but the ring on her hand was very, very dangerous... Klein's expression remained unchanged as he took a deep look at Trissy.

"I know him. He is an excellent Dream believer, devoutly faithful to Dream."

Don't set your sights on him; you won't have that chance.

Falling in love with a Witch in the Dream Sect is basically equivalent to being Fallen; one will be abandoned by the Dream Phosphor, and their power will be reclaimed, leaving them to become an ordinary person completely.

This is clearly recorded in the Dream Sect, because historically, there really have been some weak-willed Dream believers who were successfully seduced.

"Then where is he now!?" But Trissy seemed not to understand the subtext of Klein's words, her entire being becoming excited.

Perhaps I should send a Witch instead? This...

It was Monday again, and Miss Justice's voice echoed Above the Gray Fog.

"It would be best if I could delay it for a while longer." It had been less than a week since Klein returned from the Southern Continent, and he wasn't some big shot; news from the Southern Continent shouldn't have spread yet.

"However, precautions are still necessary." Klein decided to play it safe.

"As for those nobles..." Klein gave a soft huff; those people likely wouldn't dare to take action against him directly, but they would certainly try to trip him up everywhere.

"Thank you, Bishop. As a reward, I must inform you that you are not the only one eyeing you."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool..."

The Dream Sect paid a great price in this hunt, so it is reasonable for a Dream believer to participate in this hunt.

"The Southern Continent, yes, it must be the Southern Continent!" Trissy's eyes lit up; she had likely thought of the direction of hunting the Blood Sect and the Rose School of Thought.

At this moment, Trissy was practically glowing—well, glowing in the literal sense, with strands of slender white light emerging from her skin, radiating an unimaginable charm.

Hum!

Suddenly, a streak of starlight appeared on Trissy, and a Star Gate formed behind her.

Whew! Klein breathed a sigh of relief; he really didn't want to face this lunatic.

At the same time, that sapphire ring seemed to have been gently wiped, appearing even more lustrous, which also put greater pressure on Klein.

"Mr. Fool, I have collected two more pages of the Roselle Diary..."

It was just that after Trissy returned, she might come knocking, but there was no helping that.

He could easily take down a Sequence 5 Witch, but that ring always made Klein's heart jump, and he really didn't dare to get too close.

"He left Backlund," Klein kept his composure, not seduced by the Witch, "He should be in the Southern Continent now."

Trissy glanced at Klein, and in the blink of an eye, she plunged into the Star Gate and vanished.

Miss Justice spoke, and the others also indicated that they had made gains.

Miss Hermit still couldn't quite adapt; deciphering the Roselle Diary had always been the Queen's pursuit.

After joining the Tarot Club, she was also surprised by Mr. Fool's ability to decipher the diary, and she had once written a letter to the Queen to ask tactfully, but the reply she received was very strange; the Queen actually didn't delve into this matter.

"Very good!" Klein took the materialized diary pages.

"July 28th, I attended that gathering alone. I was once again shocked by the power of this organization, because I saw the mysterious leader of this organization for the first time! I learned that unspeakable name!"

Unspeakable name? Adam?!

Klein already had his suspicions; both Amon and Adam, the Sons of the Creator, were figures Klein had seen on the murals in the Amon Mausoleum.

And there had been corresponding introductions in the knowledge light cluster from Mr. Azik and the Hidden Emperor.

"I didn't expect it to be Him! But thinking about it afterwards, apart from Him, no one else could pull together such a group of people capable of truly creating the tides of history."

"As expected of the 'Writer'; only this organization is qualified to oppose behemoths like the True Church and the Solomon Empire in the open and in the dark. Once He becomes a 'Visionary', wouldn't that be terrifying?!"

"'Beware of the Spectator' was indeed correct!"

"'Writer'? Arranging the tides of history? The kind Mr. Azik encountered?"

Klein thought of the First Imperial War, and also of the 0-08 he had once seen.

"Then what is the tide of history this time? Herwin Rambis probably belongs to that organization; are they pushing the 'Survival Act'?"

"Why?"

Klein felt that he had already entered the tides of this world, and he couldn't be sure if he had already been arranged!

Combining this suspicion with Azik's experience in the First Imperial War, Klein only felt cold sweat seeping out from his back.

"But pushing for the implementation of the 'Survival Act' is indeed my original intention."

Klein steadied his spirituality, but he could probably confirm that he might truly have been swept up by the tides of the era, becoming one of the driving forces.

"It really makes one feel powerless..." Klein sighed, but he could only put this matter aside and continue reading.

"November 12th, the path ahead is blocked..."

"'Hermit' and 'Perfecter'—both paths have already been occupied; I no longer have the chance to become a True God."

Klein's spirits lifted; Roselle's whereabouts had always been a topic of heated discussion among transmigrators, but the relevant diary entries were pitifully few.

"Sure enough, with Roselle's personality, it's impossible for him to be subservient to others."

"However, what direction would it be?"

"—The 'Fool', 'Door', and 'Error' pathways are also huge pits. Seeing Bethel, Amon, and Antigonus, I knew these three pathways must be hell-level difficulty."

"I don't know much about the other pathways; they are even harder!"

"Perhaps I should abandon some pride and agree to His conditions?"

Klein turned the page of the diary in his hand, but the next page had already shifted to Roselle's life as the First Speaker, which he had seen in the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society.

—The Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society possessed more than half of the incomplete Roselle Diary, all compiled by fellow countrymen.

"Who is He? Is it Adam? Has Roselle already cooperated with Adam? Or is it one of the other True Gods? For example, the God of Steam and Machinery?"

Insufficient information, unable to determine.

"Sigh," Klein gave up on investigating where Roselle had gone, and looking at the third-to-last line of the diary, the pressure was so great for a moment that his Spirituality could not stir up the slightest ripple.