Chapter 435

It was as if a pair of eyes had always been behind him, constantly watching him, constantly arranging his path!

Who exactly possessed such a bizarre power?

To have arranged a person's fate to this extent?

A mastermind behind the scenes?

The more Klein thought about it in detail, the more his scalp tingled with dread!

……

At this moment, across The Myriad Heavens and Worlds, countless people witnessing this also felt a chill, their pupils contracting sharply one after another!

"Holy crap, arranging fate? Klein's fate has been arranged?"

"Before, everyone said no coincidences make a story; I took it as just a tale. After all, many Children of Fate before experienced coincidences, which made sense, but this... hiss..."

"A mastermind behind the scenes? So terrifying! Actually arranging coincidences? I'm numb! Damn it, my scalp is tingling!"

"Is there really such a terrifying power? I thought this world's power was just average; how can it arrange fate?"

"By the way, could the one arranging fate be that former Archbishop of the Rendazhu Sect, Zangwill?"

"I feel it could also be Zangwill, and that feather quill!"

"Damn, that feather quill seems to be a sealed object, right? Could it be that the quill possesses abilities related to fate?"

"Hiss, if we speak in terms of coincidence, if we speak in terms of fate, I feel this Azik also seems somewhat coincidental!"

"Klein's teacher had a meeting, and Azik just happened to be waiting there; what the hell is that if not a coincidence?"

"I'm numb; once I accept there's a mastermind pushing things from behind, damn it, everything I look at feels like someone is manipulating it!"

"Coincidence, damn it, could the coincidences I've encountered recently also be someone pulling strings from behind the scenes?"

"Holy crap, I'm terrified too; I just happened to encounter someone being robbed, I went to stop it, and just happened to find a treasure; could there be a mastermind behind this?"

"Holy crap, I don't trust anyone anymore!"

"Damn it, my scalp is tingling!"

"Hiss, this world is a bit terrifying!"

"Damn it, I can't sit or stand still now!"

"I already can't sit or stand still!"

At this moment, countless people were discussing, their hearts filled with great horror and trembling fear, their scalps tingling with dread!

……

At this moment, within the vision...

Klein began divining on top of the gray fog to uncover the true reason behind Elliot's kidnapping!

Above, a expanse of gray fog enveloped everything.

Eventually, that gray fog gradually dispersed, revealing colorful flowers and a emerald-green lawn.

Behind the flowers and the lawn, space twisted and overlapped, as if transforming into a monster...

Klein strained his eyes, barely managing to see a dark red chimney.

However, right at that moment, everything collapsed with a boom, vanishing completely.

The feeling...

Was it having peered at something terrifying?

Klein felt lingering fear, his thoughts in chaos.

Red chimney, garden, lawn...

He began recalling whether he had ever seen a similar scene.

Then, he shook his head and continued divining other matters, yet all three incidents were strange!

This divination situation was completely different from the divinations he had performed in reality before...

He knew he had fallen into a huge trouble!

Right now, he desperately wanted to become stronger.

Thus, on top of the gray fog, he began divining for the subsequent potion formula of the "Seer"!

He could roughly determine that "Clown" was the subsequent sequence of the Seer.

However, he still wanted to divine to confirm it!

Indeed, on top of this gray fog, divination was very effective; it had already confirmed that Clown was the subsequent sequence of Seer.

Finally, he began divining for clues regarding the Clown's potion formula!

Right now, becoming stronger was his motivation.

He needed to become stronger; only after becoming stronger could he escape this whirlpool!

The divination began, and Klein saw the image of a certain middle-aged man.

After leaving the gray fog space, he immediately began investigating this person's situation; due to his duties, he easily learned that this man's name was Siris.

Similarly, he also became interested in information related to "Mount Hornacis Main Peak".

He frequently entered the library to flip through materials and check records.

Soon, leveraging his position, Klein claimed that Siris was a criminal and began investigating the books Siris had been reading in the library.

However, right at that moment, Siris happened to appear at the doorway, brushing past Klein!

As expected of a master of psychology and a man who follows his heart, Klein passed by with an expressionless face, staring straight ahead without blinking.

However, that librarian happened to look up and saw Siris...

He immediately shouted for Klein, saying that the criminal was him...

Unexpectedly, Siris first froze in shock, then hurriedly started running, seemingly intending to jump out of a window to escape!

Seeing this, Klein immediately narrowed his eyes...

There's something fishy about this Cyril!

If there weren't, he wouldn't have run straight away; faced with such a situation, he would have simply frozen.

Now that he's fled, even if there was no problem before, there certainly is one now!

Therefore, without another word, Klein fired directly!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Bullets poured forth, embedding themselves into Cyril's back in an instant!

Finally, after a brief exchange, that Cyril collapsed in a pool of blood...

Seizing the opportunity, Klein performed spirit communication and learned the "Clown" potion formula from his memories.

Furthermore, he searched Cyril's chest and found a letter addressed to "Mr. Z"!

From the letter, he learned that both Cyril and Hinas hailed from the "Jiguang Society" and worshipped the "True Creator"!

They were preparing some evil ritual, intending to destroy Tingen City!

Klein's scalp went numb.

The conspiracy behind the scenes had finally revealed itself.

Yet, he still felt everything was a tangled mess.

He went to a private detective agency, requesting an investigation into information regarding "Red Chimney" and a certain man.

The person he was investigating was, in fact, the one who had purchased "Spectator" formula ingredients at the underground market back then.

He suspected that fellow was a member of the Order of Psychologists.

Actually, he hoped to learn the subsequent Spectator potion formulas from this person, so as to conveniently provide them to Young Lady Justice.

Afterwards, Klein truly felt that these coincidental events were too bewildering; he had no idea what was actually going on!

Immediately thereafter, he visited Mr. Azik.

Mr. Azik's eyes were full of vicissitudes, his tone tinged with desolation, as he spoke softly: "To see through coincidences stems from my own abilities, but I have lost almost all my prior memories; many questions I cannot answer!"

"Forgotten?" Klein asked, somewhat astonished!

"Before entering the History Department of Backlund University, I lost the vast majority of my memories, remembering only my own name and basic knowledge; fortunately, I still had proof of identity, otherwise I would have become a vagrant. Over these many years, I searched for my parents based on that proof of identity but found nothing, even though I can glimpse a corner of fate..."

As Azik spoke, he grew increasingly sorrowful: "And during those few years at university, I gradually discovered I possessed some strange powers, powers beyond the Fan Chou of common sense!"

Klein asked with some surprise: "Mr. Azik, then do you know why you lost your memory? Oh, no, what I mean is, did you discover the cause of your amnesia at the scene?"

Previously, Klein had always felt Azik was somewhat peculiar, absolutely not as simple as an ordinary person.

He never expected Azik would say he had lost his memory.

Hearing this, Azik shook his head heavily: "No, it was just as if I slept for a while, and then, forgot everything!"

"Is that so..." Klein nodded!

At this moment, Azik added that after leaving Backlund, he began having dreams, dreaming of many strange things!

There were many different dreams: sometimes the interior of a dark mausoleum, with an ancient coffin inside containing a corpse from whose back grew white feathers; sometimes he dreamed he was a knight clad in full armor, wielding a three-meter-long spear, charging toward enemies...