Chapter 378: Guess

Not long after Azik and the Prophet avatar left, a deep crimson light once again rose from the boundless gray fog surrounding the area.

Klein turned his head to look, and found that it was not one of those who had already established a connection here—who else could be chanting my name? With slight puzzlement, he extended his spirituality to touch this newly emerged deep crimson star. As the deep crimson light swelled, a clear scene also appeared: a youth of fifteen or sixteen, dressed like a child from a wealthy or noble family in the Intis region, was conducting a sacrificial ritual in a dim room, and the item being sacrificed was the petrified Repton.

Klein carefully scrutinized this youth who was sacrificing to him. His mind body was veiled in a layer of grayish-white, with faint, strange, three-dimensional talisman symbols appearing on it, very much like the patterns on that scale of Angelweed.

Did He just casually hypnotize someone to sacrifice to me out of caution? Or was He too lazy to gather the materials needed for a sacrifice, and simply hypnotized some unlucky fellow fond of the mystic arts, making him change the ritual he was originally conducting into a sacrificial ritual directed at me? After examining this hypnotized youth for a moment and confirming there was no hidden danger, Klein directly responded to the ritual, receiving the grayish-white stone statue that Repton had become up above the gray fog.

"I never expected that the first person to arrive above this gray fog in their true body would do so in this manner."

Klein looked at the grayish-white stone statue before him and couldn't help muttering a sentence; he could even clearly see the expression of surprise, astonishment, and terror frozen on Repton's stone statue.

Quite a rich expression—this scene can be kept as a memento, lest he someday bring out that portrait of me disguised as Elaine.

As his thoughts turned, he had already opened his Spirit Vision and began examining this stone statue even more carefully.

The mental body and astral body could still be observed, but the mind body and ether body had already completely lost their color—this is, the body was petrified, but the soul was still preserved? How was this to be resolved?

Klein waved his hand to summon the Sun Brooch placed among the pile of sundries, along with the Black Emperor card lying face-down on the desk.

He channeled some spirituality into it, creating high-level Sun Holy Water, and a golden, semi-transparent liquid rose up and was poured over the grayish-white stone statue. He waited quietly for a moment but observed not the slightest reaction. I can't think of any solution—I hope your avatar knows how to save you.

As he spoke, he extended his spirituality, touched the deep crimson star that represented the Prophet avatar, and transmitted the information over.

After doing all this, he extended his spirituality to envelop himself, simulated the sensation of falling, and departed from the space above the gray fog.

Leaving behind only a grayish-white stone statue standing all alone in the boundless gray fog.

In the library deep within the spirit world, thick gray fog suddenly surged before the Prophet avatar's eyes. As deep crimson light continuously poured out, a somewhat blurry scene appeared before him: in the thick grayish-white mist, a grayish-white stone statue stood quietly.

Though he couldn't see it very clearly, he could still confirm that it was his petrified main body.

"I have no way to undo this kind of petrification. You can seek help from the God of Knowledge or the Sage of Concealment."

Klein's slightly helpless voice echoed directly in his mind.

Relying on the Forsaken Land of the Gods can't undo petrification, huh. That makes sense—after all, Klein is still only a Faceless; if he were still a Miracle Worker, it might have been possible.

As his thoughts wandered, the Prophet avatar placed the book he was still holding back onto the bookshelf beside him. His eyes released a bright pale blue radiance, and his figure gradually became transparent, like an aggregation of countless starlights.

As his body completely transformed into a starlight state, his figure instantly shattered, turning into a scattering of brilliant starlight that surged forth, rushing out of the library and streaming toward the real world.

Bayam, inside a hotel in the dock district.

Klein stretched his body, which hadn't moved for a long time, then walked toward the door, preparing to tell Tu Ba Ge, who was still waiting in the hall outside, that his boss had already been rescued.

Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound of knocking rang out. He had just placed his hand on the doorknob when the appearance of the person knocking already surfaced in his mind.

With a creak, the door was opened by Klein, and he chuckled as he greeted the person who had just knocked:

"Mr. Azik, thank you for your help!" "Once Al recovers, you can ask him directly for some information as a reward for helping him. I think that even if he doesn't know the answer, he'll know where to obtain it."

Azik nodded gently with a hint of a smile: "I will."

"Since the matter is already concluded, I plan to leave this place. Some earlier events reminded me of vague memories of the past, and I intend to visit the places in my memory."

"You need to be careful lately—it would be best to leave Bayam directly. The Storm Church seems to have an angel or a rather special Grade 0 Sealed Artifact staying here. He hasn't concealed His presence; it's likely that the events of this period have provoked them."

An angel—the Storm Church is truly enraged. It makes sense, too; what has happened in the Rorsted Archipelago recently is simply provocation after provocation for the Storm Church.

Klein pondered and nodded: "I'll be careful. I still have the identity of an official informant—as long as no problems are found with my identity, I'm still safe in Bayam."

Azik nodded gently without saying anything more, leaving only one sentence: "If you encounter anything, write and tell me."

Then his figure suddenly turned transparent and rapidly disappeared before Klein's eyes.

"This ability to freely traverse the spirit world is truly enviable!"

On the other side, Daniz, who had already risen from the armchair, let out a sigh of admiration that matched Klein's own thoughts.

His gaze, full of curiosity, fell upon Klein, his throat still moving slightly, as if swallowing saliva, suppressing his somewhat excited mood.

Klein maintained his persona and expressionlessly glanced at Daniz.

"Ahem~ Um, that gentleman just now... was he also a Saint who walks the earth?"

Daniz stepped slightly closer and struck up a conversation with a fawning smile.

Klein stared coldly at Daniz, and only after the other's expression shifted from fawning amusement to unease did he withdraw his gaze, his voice flat as he uttered a few words:

"You guess."

I'll guess your big-headed doll— but that gentleman's tone was very flat when he mentioned the Storm Church's angel, just like when I mention those "Bucket" fellows... He's very likely a powerful Saint close to an angel! The forces behind this guy Gehrman Sparrow are quite extraordinary—to casually send out a Saint, and moreover, he seems to have a rather good relationship with this Gehrman fellow. Can this log-like fellow actually maintain interpersonal relationships? After thinking for a while, Daniz snapped back to attention, his gaze drifted, and he cleared his throat, saying in a sycophantic tone: "Um, do you know where that rabbit's boss is? I've already packed my luggage and can return to the Golden Dream at any time."

After finishing, he also observed Klein's expression, and after confirming the other showed no sign of objection, he added:

"I've already settled this hotel's expenses and paid through three days from now. I've also compiled a list of some underground Beyonder gatherings in Bayam."

As he spoke, he also pointed at the side table. Klein looked in the direction of his finger—there was a white sheet of paper pressed under a cup.

"But in the short term, these gatherings among Beyonders probably won't be happening anymore. Many of them have even already started planning to flee Bayam."

"With so many battles between high-sequence Beyonders occurring one after another in such a short period, the entire Rorsted waters will probably become a dangerous place in the mouths of pirates and adventurers. Anyone who dares to linger here might get caught up in a suddenly erupting battle at any moment and report to the Underworld or the Abyss of Storms."

The calamity of the Rorsted Archipelago... truly, not a single honorific title is called for nothing. Klein silently sighed in his heart.

(End of this chapter)