Chapter 380: Mass

Damn it... Klein only felt a bone-chilling cold, his mind frantically recalling everything he had experienced in the Loen Royal Palace.

Klein forced his brain and body to calm down and began to analyze everything that happened after meeting George III.

With a wave of his hand, the Grey Fog surged, and soon illusions appeared before his eyes—they were the scenes from his memory after entering the palace; relying on his powerful Spirituality, he reproduced every action and expression of the two Archbishops and George III at that time.

"George III took the initiative to speak from the very beginning, setting the tone for this inquiry and making our conjectures become Reality."

"Afterward, he took the initiative to explain the reasons to us, making all his actions self-consistent within his own logic."

"This is obviously not normal!"

Klein's expression was heavy, "But what is even more abnormal is actually me! I completely believed George III's reasons..."

"The mystical interference from George III during my divination has already been withdrawn; I can be certain of this."

"But perhaps there was an external force I could not perceive, one that even the other two Archbishops did not notice..."

Unaccountably, Klein thought of the word "Imagination" again.

To be precise, that Mass covering the entire East District of Backlund had begun.

On this day, even most of the factories in the East District ceased operations, and all the workers spontaneously came before the churches of the gods they each believed in, praying silently.

"Stop being a busybody; it's better to find a chance to get away."

Klein, acting with the Authority of an Archbishop, walked onto the high platform wearing a white, gold-patterned clerical robe; his expression was extremely pious as he looked around and spoke softly.

The next moment, Dream Phosphor shot straight into the sky, turning into a rain of light that baptized everyone's soul; this was a miracle of the Dream.

In front of the Dream Church, the crowd was surging, and the poor who had knelt down to pray had already spread out over a large area.

This process seemed very long, as if days and nights had passed; everyone was willing to sink into it, never wanting to wake up, for the source of that Dream Phosphor was the happiness and beauty that everyone sought.

"The 'Supreme Dream' has never abandoned Its believers."

"What is He doing?"

Unknowingly, everyone felt as if their spirits had transcended their physical bodies, their Spirituality naturally radiating and being cleansed of all impurities by that Dream Phosphor, becoming pure.

But in reality, this process was very short; in Klein's perception, it was but a single rise and fall of the seawater in that Dream Sea.

This was a Mass no less grand than the Evernight Church's Winter Festival, and what made it even more special was that it was a joint event held by the Storm Church, the Evernight Church, and the Dream Sect, with a scale that covered almost all of Backlund.

His voice was slightly low, yet it could be heard by everyone.

"'Beware of the Spectator'!"

"He says, life is precious, and survival is a necessity."

And as Klein had hoped, a few days later, the opportunity had arrived.

No, this is not something I should be thinking about... Klein calmed himself down.

Hum!

The "Dream Scripture" and the Dream Statue located at the Dream Church erupted with rays of Dream Phosphor at this moment.

"Survival is the most basic right of a living person."

Klein became even more determined to cast off the identity of John Constantine.

Klein immediately locked onto that existence whose name could not even be mentioned.

Everyone woke up, subconsciously praying to the "Supreme Dream."

"Oh, Supreme Dream..."

The same prayer echoed from different places, like a tide, gradually becoming fervent, crashing down.

Klein, who was presiding over this Mass, clearly perceived all of this, and he continued to lead the believers.

"The Dream says, the kind shall have good fruits, and the diligent shall receive their rewards."

"Survival is our necessity, and happiness is our pursuit."

"Praise the Dream, give thanks to the Dream, praise life, give thanks to life."

And by the way, praise me, give thanks to me... Klein added this sentence in his heart.

In these few days, the name of John Constantine had long since become a household name in the East District.

They knew that it was this newly appointed Archbishop who had negotiated with the nobles, stood against the Royal Family, and run about tirelessly to push for the "Survival Act."

Klein certainly did not dare to say the words "Praise me" at this time, so he had already completed his arrangements beforehand.

Having gone through the stage of the "Fairy Tale Mage," Klein was already very adept at writing stories, and he effortlessly wove his experiences into little tales.

Under his deliberate arrangement, these little tales had already taken root in people's hearts.

"... Give thanks to the Dream... give thanks to life..."

All the believers followed Klein's guidance, giving thanks to the Dream and giving thanks to life.

At the same moment, quite a few people recalled those widely circulated stories and looked at the Archbishop leading this Mass.

His body was bathed in the Dream Phosphor, and his whole person radiated a pure white light; it was said that this was the mark of a pious believer of the "Supreme Dream."

At this moment, the Archbishop was a Saint of the Dream; perhaps we should respectfully call him Saint John?

"... Give thanks to Bishop John!"

It was unknown who had added that extra line to the prayer, but it gradually gained momentum and spread wildly.

"Praise Bishop John!"

The sound of praise drowned out everything else.

Klein's Spirituality jumped slightly, feeling countless voices ringing in his ears.

"This is..." Klein was startled, "Faith?!"

These voices were very similar to the pious prayers of the believers he encountered when he played the Sea God.

"A Sequence 5 has gained faith? No, it should be Sequence 4..."

But this was terrifying enough, Klein thought; he had already understood the essence of the "Causality Attendant" ritual.

The next instant, Klein closed his eyes; his body remained in the posture of pious prayer, but his spirit had already entered the Phantom Realm.

Klein came directly to the Dream Sanctuary in the Phantom Realm, to the place where he had last performed the "Fairy Tale Mage" ritual.

Having just arrived here, Klein felt the gaze of Dream.

He hesitated for only a second before initiating the Gift ritual he had long prepared, sacrificing the Dream Gold Coin he had traded from Cattleya.

Bang!

All the Dream Phosphor exploded, transforming into thick Dream Phosphor that surged toward Klein's body.

At the same time, Klein was guided by something to look at the Holy Statue of Dream.

And in Klein's eyes, the Holy Statue of Dream also seemed to come alive, its eyes flashing with divine light as it looked at Klein.

"Those who receive the gratitude of all living beings may receive the favor of Causality."

Klein's eyes widened abruptly as the true divine Gift from "Supreme Dream" descended.

"Why does this voice feel so familiar..." This thought flashed through Klein's mind.

But the next instant, the blessing of "Supreme Dream" landed on his spirit body.