Chapter 900 Exchange of Information
In a simple two-bedroom rental house in the East District of Backlund.
Triss, completely naked, woke up from her dream again. She slowly got up from the ground and looked around. As expected, she found that all the furniture in the bedroom had been cut into pieces of varying sizes by invisible sharp blades. Wood chips, glass and coarse cloth fragments were all over the floor, and the wooden floor was full of messy scratches. Only the small area where she was remained intact.
"Now I dream of... Him almost every night. Whether I consider it from a mystical perspective or from a normal human perspective, this means my condition is getting worse."
She murmured softly in a soft voice, walked around the furniture that was completely unusable, went to another bedroom, found her underwear and a black long skirt, put them on, tied up her messy black hair simply, and then went to the living room.
The red moon hung high outside the window. It was still late at night, but she was no longer sleepy. Instead, she sat in a chair, recalling the information she had obtained in her dream.
"Using the blood or tissue of Abraham's descendants to perform rituals, we can contact that being... I don't know anyone from Abraham's family, but they should be able to help...
"'Gate', what a strange name! It's clearly a pseudonym. And judging by the ritual, perhaps it refers to one of Abraham's ancestors...
“Try to learn how to enter the mausoleum left by Alistair Tudor, but do not communicate further, and do not agree to any requests.
"This Mr. 'Gate', even He is afraid of him? Haha, I'm afraid only a being of this level can help me and destroy that guy's plan..."
The muffled words echoed in the dark living room.
After a moment, Triss seemed to have made a decision. She stood up resolutely, returned to the bedroom, spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen and started writing.
After writing the letter, she did not immediately summon a messenger or use mirror magic to contact others. Instead, she looked out the window hesitantly at the nearly full red moon, and her black eyes were stained with a hint of melancholy crimson.
"Initially, a little reluctance led me to this point... Whether it's the royal family's retaliation or my own condition, I'm afraid there's no turning back."
She murmured, stretched out her slender arms, waved them in the air, and took out a bottle of drink called "Coke" from the "mirror space" she obtained after being promoted to "Despair". After a layer of ice mist appeared on the bottle, she opened the bottle cap and brought it to her mouth.
She has fallen in love with this strange drink that has the bubbly taste of beer but without the alcohol she hates, and it brings back sweet memories.
That short time, which made her want to escape at first, but she could always remember it in her dreams.
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At 8 Burningham Road, Hillston, a third-floor bedroom with a balcony and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Angel and Klein sat facing each other at the coffee table by the window. The joy and excitement of meeting their fellow countrymen gradually faded from their bodies, replaced by endless doubts.
"You mean, the city where the blasphemous cards of the 'Witch' and 'Hunter' are hidden, where your 'Man in the Mirror' is located, the place suspected to be the 'City of Disaster', and where your body, the body killed by the 'Devil', is also kept?"
Holding a bottle of iced Coke in his hand, Klein frowned and asked back.
The sweet taste of the carbonated liquid still lingered in his mouth. After tasting it carefully, he found that it tasted a little different from the authentic "Coke" in his previous life. However, considering that this was a taste restored based on Angel's memory, this difference was not surprising.
But precisely because of this, Klein was able to confirm that Angel and he were from the same world, from the "Earth" with Chinese, English, and Coca-Cola.
The question is, what is the "devil"?
Could it be a nickname, like a wanted criminal with a history of murder, codenamed "Devil" or something... His thoughts inevitably wandered until Angel continued to explain:
"It's literally a 'demon'... Specifically, it's one of the 'higher-level demons', capable of controlling fire and wielding flaming spears. It's incredibly powerful and difficult to injure with ordinary bullets... This should be common sense, right?"
Common sense... My common sense is "the world is materialistic" and "spirits are not allowed after the founding of the People's Republic of China." Of course, now that I've traveled through time, it's hard to say how correct this common sense is...
Klein's mind was a little confused. The fantasy games he had played in his memory seemed to be intertwined with the real world, making him almost think that he was facing a visitor from "another world."
Wait, this isn't really another world, is it? I'm from Earth, and this is another world, so there's definitely a third world out there, right?
Klein's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but take another sip of Coke before asking:
“How many world wars have there been in history?”
"Twice," Angel answered without hesitation.
“How many people died in World War II?”
"Sixty million?" This time the answer was hesitant.
"What are their names...Okay, this is a joke, but it means that before we traveled to this world, we were in the same world...But I haven't heard of creatures like 'demons', especially the abilities you described, which seem a bit like the 'Hunter' path..."
After confirming that he and Angel were not from different worlds, Klein became increasingly confused.
"Of course we come from the same era, including Emperor Roselle." Angel's face was more confused than Klein's, but it wasn't about the same thing. "I have impressions of the literary works and various inventions he copied... borrowed from."
"The only difference is the 'demon' that killed you... and the way we traveled through time is also slightly different. I've read some of Russell's diaries, and his experience of 'travelling' is similar to mine. He suddenly appeared in the body of a recently deceased person, and when he recalls it, he only has vague memories of daily life, not an experience of death..."
Klein spoke carefully, describing the scene of this world awakening in as much detail as possible while avoiding associating himself with The Fool.
"There's another question, which is time..." Angel also tried to analyze the reason for the difference in their memories. "I died in 2088, at..."
"2088?"
Before Angel could finish, Klein interrupted her in astonishment, and the Coke bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"really……"
Angel's face showed understanding.
"Demons and their accompanying evil forces appeared in the mid-21st century, but some believe that the mysteries were already resurrecting on Earth around 2012, when the world was rumored to have ended... If you lived before this era, it's reasonable to be unaware of the existence of 'demons.'"
So that's how it is. I forgot to consider the difference in time... Klein felt as if something had suddenly dawned on him, and leaned back in his chair.
This also explains the difference in our methods of time travel. According to the contents of Russell's diary, Huang Tao, also known as Russell, and I traveled through time at a similar time, with a difference of only one or two years at most. Judging from the clothing and personal belongings of the travelers who have not yet awakened in the "cocoon", they are from the same era as them. This shows that the time it takes for the power of the gray fog and the light gate inside to "capture people" will not be too long.
So Angel, who died in 2088, wasn't the third person to travel through time within the "Cocoon," but rather was caused to travel through time by some other force... Judging from her description, it's very likely to be the "City of Disaster"... Well, judging by that, she's much younger than me. Even if I hadn't traveled through time, I wouldn't have lived to see 2088 even if I died of old age...
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Klein's lips.
Then, he felt a little emotional. After he traveled through time, the Earth experienced a so-called "mysterious revival" and real "demons" appeared. This meant that the era Angel lived in was much more dangerous and terrifying than the early 21st century when he lived there.
He couldn't help but ask:
"I didn't expect the times you lived in were so dangerous... Did other countries in the world face the same threats back then? Was my country... like that too?"
"It's the same all over the world, and the situation is getting worse. Stronger demons keep emerging. According to the system of potions and supernatural powers, their 'sequence' is getting higher and higher... If I hadn't died then, I'm afraid I would have seen the day when the world was destroyed by them."
Angel said in a melancholy tone.
The world is destroyed... Klein's expression was a little stiff, but after noticing that Angel's mood had also become depressed, he still spoke to comfort him:
"Don't worry, maybe there will be a turning point... Like a powerful savior appearing, or the mysterious power suddenly disappearing..."
"No, the end of that era was already determined... Otherwise, how could there be no record of the era we are living in now?"
Angel replied, shaking his head.
"What era are we living in?"
A flash of lightning flashed through Klein's mind, as if he had thought of something, and he immediately asked back.
"Hmm? These are the five eras?" Angel tilted his head, seemingly unable to understand Klein's shock. "Don't you know? The world we live in now..."
"...It's the original 'Earth'."
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