Chapter 400: The Death-Seeking Transmigrator

The Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society has encountered certain problems.

Klein had already learned of this matter long ago from his fellow countryman in Backlund, Beckett.

But the previous incident seemed to have been resolved; how much time has passed now, and they have stirred up a major incident once again.

"As expected, the ability of transmigrators to stir up trouble is absolutely beyond doubt." Klein felt speechless, yet also somewhat anxious; he did not wish to see anything happen to the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society.

Klein poured his Spirituality into the Crystal Ball, and that "Babel Tower" seemed to turn into reality, with everything occurring within it reflecting into Klein's mind.

"It must be the last gathering!" Klein saw familiar figures such as "Shadow," "Sleeve Sword," and "Hela."

Klein had missed many gatherings recently, as he had either been busy in the Southern Continent or preparing for his Demigod ritual.

However, the number of people in the Research Association is increasing; many newcomers who were once watching from the sidelines have joined, and the number has long since exceeded one hundred.

And once the number of people grows, all sorts of matters become intricate and complex; it is only because the President is capable that the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society has managed to remain stable.

After all, in the diaries already acquired by the Research Association, Roselle had undoubtedly reached the Angel rank.

"So, someone has gone to the sky," a slightly helpless voice sounded as if it were right beside his ear.

Even when seeing the "Cocoon" above the Grey Fog, it was not as if Klein had never thought of concepts like "Life-Support Pod" or "spaceship."

Then where would such a transmigrator Angel be?

"What?! The Starry Sky?!" The heart that Klein had just settled instantly rose again.

At the time, Klein was even very willing to believe this theory.

"President..." Klein felt as if he had sensed something, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Gone to the sky?" Klein was stunned.

Combined with Roselle's act of resigning from the position of First Speaker during his term, many Curly-Haired Baboons believed that this senior had already found the way home and left this world.

This President "Chaos" is truly ridiculous!

"Now it seems..."

"This..." it seems there was nothing wrong with that; Klein had also heard such viewpoints at the Research Association. After all, there is no lack of true big shots among the transmigrators who have conducted in-depth research into the reasons for their transmigration.

The information within "Babel Tower" continuously poured into Klein's mind, helping him sort out the origin of the incident.

Of course, since he knew the identity of this person, the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society might encounter problems, but it probably wouldn't be too serious.

Assuming Roselle is not dead, then where would he be?

This topic once sparked heated discussions within the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society.

Originally, the general consensus within the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society was that this President was a lucky person who had transmigrated directly into the body of a noble or a second-generation Beyonder, which is why he was able to find "Babel Tower" in the Phantom Realm and establish the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society.

But now, it seems it can no longer be considered stable...

At first, a reckless Curly-Haired Baboon held the view of space travel, and after a series of experiments with others, concluded that the world they are currently in and their hometown belong to the same universe.

Among the many guesses about the reasons for transmigration, space travel is also relatively reliable.

Now it seems this President... is truly bored and malicious!

The urgent feeling Klein had just felt because of the major incident in the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society was impacted by this secret.

"A few members got together and pulled off a big one, relying on a few Sealed Artifacts and their own abilities to send one of them into outer space."

"They measured the longest Teleportation distance of a 'Traveler' and created a mysticism version of a Life-Support Pod, preparing to traverse the universe with their physical bodies..."

Klein's mouth opened slightly, and he truly could not speak.

He felt that he had still underestimated these fellow countrymen of his.

"This is also..." Klein blinked, and then couldn't help but ask, "Then... did they succeed?"

"Half-succeeded, I suppose. They did indeed enter outer space, but the Life-Support Pod couldn't hold up."

At this moment, Klein's heart felt a palpitation.

"However, this path itself is an Error," that voice seemed to have passed judgment.

"Outer space is too vast and too dangerous; even I dare not enter it."

Klein instantly calmed down; after all, he had already guessed who the owner of this voice was.

"Then, President 'Chaos,' how should these people be handled?" Klein asked.

"You are the first to advance to a Demigod, so naturally, you should be the one to handle it; it is not very safe for others to do so." "Chaos" directly entrusted this task to Klein.

Klein did not refute, but silently nodded and agreed. Once this matter was handed over to others to handle, it would be very easy to leak the existence of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society.

But this matter was not something those below the Demigod level could handle.

"Vice President 'Hela' will assist you." This President said this final sentence and disappeared.

At the same time, a certain sensation also fell into Klein's mind; it seemed to be a method for summoning a messenger.

"Ms. 'Hela'..." Klein also had a deep impression of this Vice President; she should be a very powerful transmigrator.

It is just that since the Grey Fog connected with him, his Fate has been separated from the other fellow countrymen...

Klein withdrew his hand and thought for a while in place before walking down the altar.

"Sorry, I cannot say anything," he looked at the "great niece" before him and apologized sincerely.

If you have any questions, go ask your father; your Uncle Zhou really cannot provide the answer...

"Heh," Bernadette crossed her arms, possessing some of the attire and habits that Klein was very familiar with, "I have never counted on you being able to give me an answer."

"Then... I shall take my leave." Klein felt that he had better leave this Dream Church sooner; otherwise, he didn't know which Angel he would run into next.

"Go."

Klein bowed slightly to pay his respects and left the Dream Sanctuary at a normal pace. He didn't even need to use a Causality Thread to know that there was definitely someone watching him from behind.

And after leaving the Dream Sanctuary, Klein took his marionette and returned directly to the hotel, simply writing a greeting letter.

"... Ms. 'Hela,' I am 'Detective.' The President has found me, and I am also very willing to make a certain contribution to the sustainable development of the Research Association..."

This letter was very short, but certain information was something only they could understand, enough to confirm his identity.

Klein had his marionette prepare the ritual, chanting the summoning incantation for Ms. "Hela's" messenger.

"I summon in my name... the messenger belonging solely to Hela..."

The candlelight turned a ghastly green, and above it appeared a patch of darkness; the darkness connected to the Spirit World, and a skull resembling a human cranium poked out.

"It's a bit like Mr. Azik's messenger, or is it that all Beyonders of the 'Corpse Collector' Pathway have this style?"