Chapter 47: Klein's Doubt (Thanks to 'Official Family' for the Reward Alliance)

The pitch‑black night shrouded the land; only when lightning flashed across the sky did it bring a glimmer of light here.

On the high mountain above the gray‑white buildings, a figure in a black classical robe, wearing a matching soft pointed hat and a monocle on one eye, suddenly curled up—Amon.

Beneath his black classical robe, slick, eerie tentacles seemed to writhe, filling him with a sense of chaos and madness.

"Heavenly Venerable."

A low voice sounded from his mouth, containing a hint of longing and indescribable fear.

"Really?"

A warm, flat voice, seemingly devoid of emotion, sounded from his side, as if holding some special power that smoothed the chaos and madness within him.

As the madness within him was soothed, Amon rose, adjusted the crystal lens over his right eye, and gazed gloomily at the priest in a simple robe beside him.

"You already knew where He was?"

The priest calmly looked into the distance, his eyes indifferent, as if only divinity existed.

"Before, it was merely a guess; now it is completely confirmed."

Amon's eyes behind the crystal lenses instantly darkened, and he coldly said, "You still sent me there—do you have any idea how great my loss is this time?"

Facing his questioning, the priest simply said softly, "I need to truly ascertain His attitude."

Saying this, the priest turned his gaze; a different light flickered faintly in his eyes, his tone softened, and he said, "Rest assured, I will surely fulfill what I promised you."

Hearing those words, a mysterious light likewise flickered in Amon's eyes, the gloom on his face faded, and he returned to his usual indifferent demeanor.

Watching the priest's retreating figure, he instinctively asked, "Are you just giving up, or do you intend to act yourself?"

Saying this, a strange smile flickered in his eyes: "This universe isn't your home turf—don't forget, He hasn't completely lost the power to resist; now He has caused such a commotion, do you still want to keep provoking Him?"

"I still need to confirm the attitude of another."

Saying this, the priest stopped, glanced at him, and spoke in an odd tone: "Don't think that because this universe is special you can hide; everything you are is in Their calculations, don't be clever—even if you don't meet Him today, when you need Him in the future you cannot escape the fate of being devoured, so put aside your petty thoughts; only I can help you."

The moment his words fell, the priest ignored the opposite figure whose face had turned grim, moved his foot, and vanished outright between heaven and earth, as if entering another dimension.

Tinggen City, Divination Club, inside the Yellow Citrine Divination Room.

Klein suddenly opened his eyes; countless streams of information flowed through his gaze, his expression still somewhat dazed.

Instinctively glancing around, his gaze gradually focused, gathering his spirit.

"I am"

A low voice sounded, Klein's heart stirred, and countless memory images appeared, replaying like a film in his mind.

"Mysterious Traveler Mr., Divination Gold Coin Old Neil—Lost Control Evil God Offspring, Captain Deng En, not right."

Saying this, Klein abruptly looked toward the interior of the room, at the familiar layout around him.

"This is the Divination Club; I just finished divining for that mysterious traveler."

The moment his words fell, Klein abruptly looked at the mysterious gold coin in his hand and saw the pattern on it.

A pattern utterly unlike anything in this world.

Most importantly, this pattern was all too familiar to him!

"Bagua Diagram."

An irrepressible exclamation rang out; Klein sprang to his feet, heedless of the onlookers' astonished gazes, and rushed out of the club.

Outside the Divination Club.

Klein stood blankly on the street, dazedly looking at the gold coin in his hand and at the familiar pattern on it.

At that moment, the image of the mysterious traveler surfaced again in Klein's mind, along with the words the traveler had spoken.

"The chance for rebirth, the chance to make up for regrets."

Saying this, Klein's eyes lit up as he suddenly thought of something.

'"Old Neil."'

Thoughts surging in his heart, Klein hurriedly turned and ran toward the Black Thorn Security Company.

'"If my dream hasn't gone wrong, Old Neil is now on the brink of losing control—I must hurry and tell the captain."'

'"More importantly, I need to confirm whether my dream is truly the future, and whether I really have been reborn by relying on this gold coin engraved with the Bagua Diagram."'

'"Bagua Diagram, Bagua Diagram."'

Constantly chanting that name in his heart, Klein momentarily felt an indescribable palpitation.

What connection does this world have with his past life?

Who exactly is that mysterious traveler?

Inside an office of the Black Thorn Security Company.

A young man in a white shirt wore a blank expression; after a while he muttered to the empty space, "Old man, what exactly do you mean?"

After a while he finally spoke, speechless: "It's over, then you."

Before his words faded, he seemed to have received some information; he hastily stopped speaking and went forward to unlock the office door.

Moments later, the office door opened; Captain Deng En Smith appeared before his eyes, followed by his colleague Klein Moretti.

But at this moment, for some reason, he always felt that this colleague's gaze toward him was off.

The sea, brimming with countless legends, also teems with rumors of treasure.

Every year many youths set out for the sea carrying dreams and hopes, hoping to change their fate, but ultimately they merely add a few exotic ingredients to the fish of the ocean.

Between water and sky, waves surge repeatedly, causing the high‑altitude clouds to roll and stretch into various shapes.

This is a modest island in the Suniya Sea between the North and South Continents; because it lies on the shipping lane, ships from various parts of the Suniya Sea occasionally dock at its port.

At the port, a peculiarly shaped sailing vessel was currently moored.

This sailing ship is tens of meters long, appearing clean and tidy; under sunlight it even reflects a golden hue, as if forged from gold.

If a seasoned pirate saw this golden‑yellow sailing ship, he would recognize it at once: it belongs to the famed sea pirate Iceberg Brigadier Edwina Edwards, the Golden Dream.

Inside a chamber of the Golden Dream, a woman with long brown hair was studying an object in her hand that resembled a key.

She had a beautiful oval face, her brown long hair parted down the middle and simply tied into a neat yet exquisite knot at the back of her head, revealing a pair of clear, spring‑like light blue eyes.

She was the owner of the Golden Dream, the 'Ice Mountain Major General' Edwina Edwards.

On the table beside Edwina Edwards lay a sheepskin‑bound book, its dark brown cover bearing a line of Ancient Farsak: Grosel's Travels.

(End of chapter)