Backlund, East District, in a cramped rental house.

Klein, wearing a thicker jacket, stood behind the desk, looking at the glass window in front of him, carefully sensing the speed at which the "Weird Mage" potion was being digested.

"It's really fast, more than what I digested in the previous three months combined... But there's nothing I can do about it. Before I get the 'Staff of Life', I can't provide adequate treatment. I have to be careful about whether the frightened person's heart can withstand it, so I can't go to the hospital to create an urban legend...

“Similarly, if the war had not broken out, it would have been quite difficult to find other demigods. Most of those whose whereabouts could be determined were in their home turf. If we wanted to sneak in and create a sense of weirdness and horror, we would have to transform innocent people into secret dolls. Even if there was no other choice, I would not consider it…” Klein shifted his attention away from himself and sighed silently.

He then repeated a word in his mind:

"war……"

At this time, there was still light from street lamps in the distance, but the East District was already completely dark, with only the occasional police patrolling with lanterns.

In the past, these policemen would not have been so active, but now that war has broken out, they must enforce the corresponding bans to ensure good public order.

“War…” Klein whispered the word again. In a trance, he had already seen part of the ending:

King George III of Loen finally broke free from the shackles and no longer worried about which of the Seven Gods would forcefully stop him. He could officially carry out the various rituals of the "Black Emperor". What happened next mainly depended on him, or rather, on Him. As long as He could withstand the impact of the potion and maintain the necessary sanity, He would ascend to the throne of God and be promoted to Sequence 0.

The Einhorn family of Feysac took advantage of such a war that could affect the entire world to allow key members to digest the magic potion to a great extent, and prepared the corresponding ceremony without too much difficulty. The overall strength will be taken to a new level;

Amon's brother took the magic potion in the turbulent tide of this era, transformed, and became a "dreamer", adding another true god to the world...

As his thoughts wandered, a question suddenly popped up in Klein's mind:

"Do you accept this ending?"

Do you accept such an ending... Klein opened his mouth, then slowly closed it. Everything he saw seemed to have penetrated the limitations of time and distance, returning to the past, to another place:

It was the thick, cold, and moist haze that permeated the entire Backlund. It was pale yellow with a hint of iron black, extremely dense, slightly pungent and choking.

He was a homeless man who was slowly approaching death under the blows of disease, hunger, pain, and cold, and was struggling hard to survive. For a piece of food and some rewards, he desperately squeezed himself and dared not be lazy at all. Finally, he saw the dawn of life and bought the ham he had longed for for a long time, but he fell headfirst in the hazy haze and could never get up again.

She was a hardworking widow. To survive and for her two children, she abandoned all her dignity, became aggressive, used foul language, and suffered from the humidity and pain in her joints day after day to prop up a roof that could protect her from the wind and rain. However, during that great fog, the roof collapsed, and the child she tried so hard to protect died in her arms.

She was a girl who was eager to study, dreamed of a bright future, and loved her mother and sister. She worked in a steamy room, always with a little hope. However, after a heavy smog hit, she could no longer see the future she longed for.

That was a girl who studied hard under the care of her mother and sister. She had experienced too much hardship and stepped out of the predicament step by step. She hoped to make herself better, to make her mother and sister less tired, and to let the three-person family live the life they imagined. But all this was eventually broken. In such a terrible haze, the girl was left alone. No matter how much pain or joy she had, she could not share it with her mother and sister. The imagined family life had not yet appeared, and it would never exist again.

Those are the lives that fell like straw, those are the pain that can never be erased, engraved in the bones, of families and human beings.

They were students who had a bright future but were left with only half of their bodies and their intestines spilled all over the floor.

It was a child who came home from school and suddenly found that he had lost his parents and became an orphan.

They are ordinary people who are writhing in pain, crawling with difficulty, trying to get closer to the future, but unable to take their last breath;

Those were the people in the cemetery who were so silent that it was heartbreaking, and cried so hard that they fainted several times;

It was a land stained with blood;

That was the sky filled with smoke;

Those were cold and merciless shells.

And the mastermind behind all this, the biggest murderer, will step up to the throne on the steps piled with layers of corpses, receive cheers, and get rid of aging.

Do you accept such development?

Do you accept this arrangement?

Do you accept such an ending?

“No, I don’t accept it.” Klein was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke in a low voice.

The sound then echoed in the room, layer upon layer, resonating in an interlaced manner:

"No, I don't accept it!"

With the sound still echoing in his ears, the corners of Klein's mouth curled up a little bit, and he laughed at himself:

"The Seven Gods have all acquiesced. What's the point of you not accepting it?"

Klein fell silent again. After a long while, he exhaled and said to himself calmly:

“Even if it doesn’t make sense, some things still have to be done.”

In this world, are there so many things that are certain to be successful, valuable and useful?

Klein raised the corner of his mouth, retracted his gaze, turned around, and entered the room in the rental house.

Although he had made a decision, he did not intend to act rashly. With his current level and status, no matter how much he tried, it would be difficult for him to have any impact on George III's affairs. Apart from losing his own life, there would be no result.

Furthermore, if this caused chaos in Loen during the critical period of the war, leading to the successful invasion of Feysac’s army, the number of innocent casualties would be ten times, or even a hundred times, that of the Backlund Great Smog Incident.

“All I can do now is prepare. On the one hand, I need to improve myself, and on the other hand, I need to make more arrangements and patiently wait for the opportunity…” Klein muttered to himself silently. He found a mass of black paste, took out half of it, and evenly applied it on a mirror.

This is how to contact the witch Triss.

However, until the black object completely "evaporated" and disappeared, the mirror still did not show any abnormality.

“No response… After being frightened by the angel Miss Messenger, has Triss decided not to have any contact with Gehrman Sparrow…” Klein sighed secretly and walked to sit next to the bed.

His thoughts quickly turned to the reasons why the Witch Cult helped King George III:

"…First, the witches need disasters to digest the potion and perform the ritual. Second, George III made a promise to them? He promised them that they could preach openly. No, this should not be allowed by the Seven Gods. Even if the 'Black Emperor' is Sequence 0, together with the 'Original Witch' and the 'True Creator', they cannot fight against the Seven Gods Alliance. Of course, after this war, whether the Seven Gods Alliance will still exist is also questionable...

"In this case, the Seven Gods, knowing that George III was cooperating with the Witch Cult, should not have allowed him to become the 'Black Emperor'...

"What was promised was something else? There are true gods in the 'Witch' path, and there are few valuable things outside... A similar path? Isn't that the 'Red Priest' path... George III, no, Amon's brother not only got the secret mausoleum needed by the 'Black Emperor' from the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair Tudor, but also got the angel-level Beyonder characteristics or '0' level seals of the 'Red Priest' path?

"In the case of Sequence 0 but no Sequence 1, this is probably the greatest hope for the Witch Cult's top leaders to make further progress. Well, the 'Original Witch' should also be very interested...

“This does explain why the Witch Cult wants to help… The Red Angel’s search for the White Witch Katarina is not as simple as He said… No, He didn’t say anything. He just used common sense and reaction to guide me to think that way…”

Klein's thoughts gradually became clear. He decided to use "White Witch" Katarina as a breakthrough point and make her his next target. However, before that, he wanted to hear what "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette predicted and what she wanted to do in Backlund.

Only by knowing more about the situation can you find and seize opportunities!

The next morning, the Hermit Cattleya relayed the words of the Mysterious Queen Bernadette:

"Today between 12 and 12:30 noon, Serenzo Restaurant, Golden Theater."

That is the name of a box.

Klein arrived at 11:55. He used an illusion to deceive the waiter and walked to the target room without anyone stopping him. He waited patiently.

After a while, he took out his gold-cased pocket watch, snapped it open, and took a look.

Klein immediately put away his pocket watch, silently counted to ten, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door of the Golden Theater.

At this time, his secret puppet, Qonas, was sitting on a chair on the sidewalk opposite the restaurant, leisurely reading a newspaper, while Enuni and a group of students were distributing leaflets that promoted the evil image of Feysac. Of course, the three of them would swap positions from time to time, making it difficult for people to make an accurate judgment.

"Come in." Bernadette's voice came from the box.

That’s amazing. I didn’t notice anyone inside just now, nor did I notice anyone going in... Well, that’s also because I didn’t turn on the “Spirit Line” vision... Klein muttered to himself, turned the handle, and pushed open the door.

The first thing that caught his eye was large expanses of gold, and then the chestnut-haired woman sitting at the head of the dining table.

PS: Ask for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets on Monday~

Nine Heavens God Emperor