Chapter 462: Pilgrimage

Klein naturally could not know the significance represented by the "Weather Warlock" Characteristic he had come to deliver, but this did not prevent him from inferring the meaning of this mission through the legends of this "God of War".

Of course, another reason was that Klein possessed the complete "Hunter" Pathway formula and knew that the most important characteristic of this pathway was war!

And the world was currently in the midst of war.

"Eh?" Medici put away the Characteristic, then looked at Klein again. His pupils gradually suffused with the color of rust, carrying a certain highly penetrating power.

"Haha, so it was you!" Medici only felt a grey fog suddenly appear before his eyes, making even him, a King of Angels who was only one ritual away from ascending to godhood, feel a certain threat.

He closed his eyes and did not continue to stare directly at the Grey Fog, but he already knew who Klein was; this was the most watched "star" in the world.

And Klein, as the object of the peeping, felt a sense of extreme threat and almost couldn't help but manifest his cloak.

"Will isn't by my side right now, I can only rely on myself. Of course, I am the Goddess's messenger now, so nothing should happen..." Klein felt the Goddess's blessing and calmed down.

"I would actually be very happy to see you beat Amon up. Of course, the premise for that is that you can become an Angel," Medici said to Klein very seriously.

Klein was slightly stunned, then thought of the "Blood Emperor", who had previously been a "Red Priest".

This clearly had a certain contradiction with the previous King of Angels, the "Red Angel".

Something must have happened in the Fourth Epoch, and Amon and Medici were in different camps.

"It seems your history is not bad," Medici said in an indifferent tone. "Go back and tell Evernight that I have accepted the Characteristic."

Klein blinked as he watched Medici transform directly into flames and disappear. How did this seem a bit like being ashamed into anger?

However, Amon... Klein's eyes lit up, feeling that his connections had expanded once again.

Klein did not stay long at the Church of the "True Creator" and soon returned to Utopia, reaching out to take the "Snake of Fate" bracelet out of the historical fog.

"Phew, you're back?" The "Snake of Fate" stretched out and swam a circle around Klein, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I was acting as a messenger for the Goddess, nothing would happen," Klein said in a comforting tone.

"Hmph, I wasn't worried about you, I was worried about myself!" The "Snake of Fate" gave a light huff, with a hint of relief.

"What?" Klein asked with a frown.

"I previously thought that by not going to the Church of the 'True Creator', I could avoid the Great Serpent, but after you went there, I kept feeling that my fate had diverged."

The "Snake of Fate"'s tone carried relief. He used his snake body to provide a vivid description—he folded himself up, his lower body pointing forward, while his front half pointed backward.

"My fate almost developed in two diametrically opposite directions. It scared me to death!"

"The last time I encountered such a divergence of fate was when I faced the Dream head-on!"

Klein was stunned and speechless; he had not expected Will to have experienced such a turn of events.

"So, what was the reason?" He also couldn't help but think about the cause.

"Who did you see at the Church of the 'True Creator'?" Will asked.

Klein stated what he had seen.

"Medici? No, I feel it has to do with the Great Serpent, but also..." Will suddenly thought of something else, and his body stiffened. "What's wrong?" Klein asked curiously.

"Nothing, my fate has already returned to normal. If I keep dwelling on it, I might encounter even worse results." The "Snake of Fate"'s pair of blood-red pupils flashed for a moment, then he bit his tail, turned into the shape of a bracelet, and landed on Klein's hand.

"Next, I might have to go on a pilgrimage to 'Fantasy Land'. Do you have any suggestions?" Klein sealed the parchment he had obtained from the "Hidden Angel" in the library of Utopia.

"To enter the Forsaken Land of the Gods, there are generally only two methods." The "Snake of Fate"'s words made Klein's spirits lift.

"But don't be happy too early." The "Snake of Fate" shattered some of the fantasies in Klein's heart.

"The first method is the help of Mr. 'Door'. With the Authority he holds, there is almost no place in this world he cannot go."

Klein's mouth twitched, feeling powerless to retort. Would he dare to go find him?

"The second method is Amon. He is the King of Angels most adept at finding a Loophole; he likely holds the method to enter and exit the Forsaken Land of the Gods."

Klein gave up completely; such general methods were simply impossible to realize.

"Then I might have to look for other methods." Klein rubbed his chin, naturally thinking of "Little Sun".

"The difficulty of the 'pilgrimage' actually lies in the fact that the true body must go to 'Fantasy Land'. In the terminology of other churches, it is to ascend to God's Kingdom and enjoy eternal peace and tranquility."

"Otherwise, I could even have 'Little Sun' pull my Historical Projection over directly to undergo the Baptism..."

The seal of the Forsaken Land of the Gods was very thorough, a powerful seal from the levels of the Spirit World, Astral World, and even the Phantom Realm. It was truly too difficult to enter by taking a shortcut.

"One can only enter the Forsaken Land of the Gods through the simplest and most direct way. That is, through that most dangerous sea area. This is what best fits the definition of a 'pilgrimage'."

"Prepare to contact Lady 'Hermit'." Klein finally chose the safest way.

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'!" Miss "Justice"'s voice echoed above the Grey Fog. The "Fool" Klein nodded slightly.

Yet, this mere action by Klein drew everyone's attention.

"... Congratulations to the 'Fool' for taking back more Authority, one step closer to the supreme position!" "The World" was the first to stand up after seeing the others' reactions, congratulating Mr. "Fool".

The others also woke up as if from a dream, hurriedly standing up to bow and congratulate Klein.

"Mm, sit down." Klein knocked on the edge of the table with a calm expression. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at Mr. "Fool" at the head of the table.

"It really is..." Klein was now quite helpless. All of this had to be attributed to the cloak behind him. After it was unsealed, Klein could no longer seal it back up.

After all, even the last time, it was only barely managed by borrowing the power of the Dream Sea. Now that the cloak was more active, it could no longer be sealed.

And in the eyes of the other Tarot Club members, the current Klein had almost merged into the entire Grey Fog, his image infinitely elevated, equivalent to the universe.

(End of chapter)