Chapter 343: Mystical Manifestation

Having roughly figured out why Wajie Weier could briefly become the Lord of the Sunia Sea, Reikton stopped dwelling on the question and instead said:

"There's no need to spread His name yet. Now is not the time."

"It's me who needs you to do a favor: establish a new route across the Raging Sea between Fenepot in the Northern Continent and Xibairang in the Southern Continent. This relates to the subsequent spread of faith and possible wars."

"The Raging Sea?"

"A new route?"

"Xibairang?"

Wajie Weier's three heads voiced questions one by one, then it explained:

"I was sealed beneath the sea for too long."

"Without my protection, the Nagas also fell into slumber."

"I haven't yet had time to gather anew the various information from the outside world."

Reikton nodded slightly. This was within his expectations, and he had already figured out how to resolve it — the Iceberg Lieutenant would be a good teacher.

Early morning, inside a warehouse in the Bayam dock district.

This was the warehouse Klein had previously asked Daniz to prepare because of the Sea God matter, but thanks to the red light's help, it hadn't been needed at the time.

"Why are you so curious about me summoning a messenger?"

Klein looked with puzzlement at the person and rabbit following beside him and asked.

Reikton's gaze swept around casually, his tone carrying undisguised curiosity: "I'm very curious about how those fellows in the spirit world will fight over this single spot after you post the recruitment notice for a messenger."

"I'm just looking for a messenger."

It's not like it's a high-salary recruitment.

Klein resumed Gehrman Sparrow's cold, detached expression and said in an indifferent tone.

Tu Ba Ge gently tugged at Reikton's pant leg at this moment. He stopped walking and looked down curiously at his rabbit, which had grown another circle fatter.

Seeing his boss looking at him, Tu Ba Ge put on a solemn furry face and said in a serious voice:

"Boss, are Gehrman Sparrow and Klein really the same person?"

Upon hearing Tu Ba Ge's words behind him, Klein was about to turn around and explain to it about the Faceless One's acting problem. Just as he began to move, he heard Tu Ba Ge's follow-up words.

"Has he developed schizophrenia? Do you want to simulate a psychologist's ability and treat him?"

"No need!"

"I'm fine!"

Klein kept his expressionless face taut and responded in an icy voice with two short sentences.

Language is an art, and this rabbit clearly had no artistic talent in that regard. The fact that Daniz could endure Tu Ba Ge for this long was most likely because he couldn't beat it — otherwise he would have turned it into rabbit meat long ago, half steamed and half braised.

Reikton fought back a smile and explained to Tu Ba Ge: "He is a Faceless One. The characteristic of a Faceless One is that 'they can be anyone.'"

"Then what would happen if a rabbit drank a Faceless One's potion?"

Tu Ba Ge asked with great curiosity.

Reikton raised his eyebrows slightly, thought seriously for a moment, then responded:

"They could be any breed of rabbit, but only a rabbit. A Faceless One's shapeshifting ability hasn't reached the level of changing one's species."

"However, upon reaching a higher sequence, this problem no longer exists."

"Why?" Klein beat him to asking this question.

He maintained his persona, didn't say too much, and only briefly paused his steps, preparing to listen to the other's answer. He was also very curious about the abilities of the Diviner pathway's higher sequences.

Reikton thought of the marionette city that appeared in the original work and said with a hint of emotion:

"They would directly turn any creature they fancy into their marionette. A marionette is equivalent to oneself, just as A Meng creates avatars through parasitism."

"How terrifying!" Tu Ba Ge imagined the scene in his mind and felt its ears standing straight up.

Indeed somewhat bizarre and frightening — no wonder they were adjacent pathways. Diviners and Marauders did share quite a bit in common in certain respects. Klein reflected and sighed inwardly.

Because the marionette city triggered his associations, Reikton recalled information about the Nation of Night. His inspiration was suddenly stirred, and he extended his right hand, grasping at the empty air before him.

A swath of lightless darkness was pulled from the void, like a curtain of night, rapidly covering the area where this warehouse was located.

The surrounding light instantly dimmed. The rustling sounds originally caused by the sea breeze stirring the leaves also fell silent — it was excessively quiet.

"This is?" Klein's gaze fell on Reikton, his voice slightly curious.

From the moment Reikton made the grasping and pulling motion, his inspiration had been stirred.

Witnessing the surroundings abruptly turning dim and silent, he had a wondrous feeling, as if an invisible veil had appeared around them, making this place hidden and safe. "Mystical Manifestation — 'Nation of Night.' I just recalled information about the Nation of Night, felt moved, and so I used the corresponding Mystical Manifestation."

As he spoke, a purple light flowed in his eyes, and he quickly summarized the ability and strength of this Mystical Manifestation.

It could create a brief hidden domain, concealing all things within a certain range.

The strength wasn't too high, probably because the number of people who knew detailed information about the Nation of Night wasn't that small. It could cover an area within a 50-meter radius centered on me, for about twenty seconds.

"Mystical Manifestation?"

Klein maintained his persona and only murmured softly.

As long as one knew the corresponding information, one could draw power from history? It must require something that truly happened, and moreover, this was more like drawing power from corresponding knowledge.

Reikton chuckled and nodded, then half-closed his eyes and reached forward again, seemingly sensing something while grasping at something.

In just a moment, a swath of seemingly tangible crimson moonlight was grasped out by him, condensing heavily in his hand.

Reikton's eyes grew slightly solemn. He casually tossed this crimson moonlight toward Tu Ba Ge beside him.

In Tu Ba Ge's shocked eyes, this crimson rapidly took on a layer of eerie green, pulling at its body and causing it to begin transforming.

Its fur turned into feathers bearing mysterious patterns, its drooping ears quickly disappeared, its deep red eyes seemed cast in bronze with layered illusory doors hidden within, and pale flames continuously erupted from its body. "Ah~ Boss! How did I turn into a weird bird?"

Tu Ba Ge's panicked voice turned hoarse, like the ravings of an undead.

This is?... Klein widened his eyes slightly and silently activated his Spirit Vision.

In his Spirit Vision observation, Tu Ba Ge's disguise had no problems at all — it was as if it had truly become a phoenix. What a powerful shapeshifting spell. This was far superior to my Faceless One ability — it could even directly change one's species.

Snap~ Rekton lightly snapped his fingers, and the figure of the undying phoenix, which had been flapping its wings on the ground yet unable to fly, distorted once more, swiftly reverting to its original form of Tu Ba Ge, a grey-furred lop-eared rabbit.

"Phew~ scared the rabbit to death, I thought I was going to turn into a very ugly weird bird."

Tu Ba Ge extended a paw and kept patting his chest, looking thoroughly frightened.

Klein raised his right hand to knead his forehead, silently switched off his Spirit Vision, and said in a low, cold voice: "Is this also a mystical manifestation?"

Rekton glanced up toward the sky, then quickly withdrew his gaze, gave a light nod, and chuckled:

"This one is called 'False Goddess of the Harvest.'"

(End of this chapter)