The cold potion slid down Klein's throat, bringing a slight numbness to him, a numbness that went straight into the depths of his soul.

His dancing steps had stopped, and his spirit was inexplicably elevated, as if he had suddenly ascended to a high altitude, overlooking the ruined Resurrection Square and the city of Kukwa that was in panic due to repeated lightning strikes.

At this moment, his emotions became inexplicably agitated. He felt that every pedestrian passing by below was connected to his hand by an invisible thread, following his command, and performing various behaviors with joy or anger, sadness or happiness.

Klein had similar feelings frequently during this period. He understood that this was the perspective of the "director," who viewed all the participants in the incident as puppets and actors, and attempted to manipulate or guide them to perform a grand drama.

Catching that hint of familiarity, Klein quickly adjusted his mindset and completely detached himself from his emotions. He watched everything with a cold and indifferent attitude, not being affected by the emotions in the drama.

As a "director", you should follow the script, refer to reality, make rational analysis, and make choices, so that the accumulation of emotions, the advancement of events, and the mobilization of clues are all under your control.

With a determined mindset, Klein's spirit immediately settled. He immediately felt the power of the potion radiating in his body, like a net with sharp threads.

Suddenly, Klein felt that his spiritual body, along with his flesh and blood, was split into countless tiny parts. He could no longer endure it and let out a scream from the depths of his soul:

"No!"

His thoughts then became fragmented and combined with different flesh and blood to develop their own consciousness:

Here is Klein who is in pain, here is Klein who is arrogant, here is Klein who is cold, here is Klein who is gentle, here is Klein who is enjoying himself, here is Zhou Mingrui, here is Sherlock Moriarty, here is Gehrman Sparrow, and here is Dwayne Dantès!

His entire spirit seemed to be put into a blender by someone.

Not far away, Leonard, with tears unconsciously sliding down his cheeks, first saw Captain Dunn, who was hugging Daly Simone, and turned back into Klein Moretti. He then noticed that light-colored granulations appeared on the other's face, neck, back of the hands, etc., as if they had their own vitality, constantly growing outwards and turning into transparent worms, and under the clothes, there were also traces of wriggling up and down.

This made Leonard feel like the opponent would disintegrate into a group of transparent worms in the next second, and each would run to different places!

He was about to do something when he suddenly felt dizzy and instinctively closed his eyes, not daring to look again.

The transparent worms that grew out of Klein's body shone with three-dimensional layered mysterious symbols under the sunlight. They penetrated higher levels and connected to the underlying laws, intuitively expressing abstract concepts such as weirdness, madness, change, power, and knowledge.

In the howling cold wind, illusory black lines appeared one after another around Klein. They mixed together to form strange "tentacles".

As the tentacles spread out, the spiritual body, the astral body, the mental body, and the etheric body all turned into fragments. Klein, who had merged into different worms, had various noisy, chaotic, and contradictory thoughts. He seemed to be flying lightly to an infinite height, where countless phantoms were surrounding a huge twisted building, playing music, giving speeches, roaring, or mumbling.

In Klein's numerous chaotic senses, everything around him was layered up, as if it had turned into a spiritual world, but there were living people coming and going, and stars shining.

At this time, the same memory, a vivid memory, appeared in each of his thought fragments.

That was the shocking scene of the Angel King Adam closing his eyes and praying;

That was the scene where he pointed the Deathstroke revolver at Ins Zangwill and shot him in the head;

That was the scene where he smiled like a clown and said in a low voice, "This shot is for the captain";

That was the scene where the "audience" Adam watched the ending of the play with clear and innocent eyes;

That was the scene where he transformed into Dunn Smith and invited Daly Simone to dance the closing dance.

They are so vivid, especially the gazes of the “audience”, which are like tangible feedback and attraction, allowing Klein to gradually regain his self-awareness.

I……

who I am?

Klein had already answered this question during the "Faceless Man" stage. He didn't need to think about it any further and quickly figured out the identity:

A person from Earth, reshaped by the fragments of Crane's memories;

A man who was deeply affected by his experiences as a "Nighthawk";

A person who is cautious and afraid of danger, but can give everything for persistence;

A guardian, a wretch.

The strange senses that did not originate from the spiritual body or the mental body were gradually extracted from the fragmented fragments, condensing Klein's new thoughts, indifferent, calm, observing, and overlooking thoughts, thoughts that could see the true world from more angles and more aspects.

He understood that this might be divinity, so he did not resist. He used black threads to string the original spirit fragments together one by one, slowly turning them back into a whole.

It was not until this moment that he understood the purpose of the promotion ceremony.

This is a brand and also an anchor point. Compared with other methods, the "weird wizard" whose spiritual body is split needs an anchor point earlier!

However, this does not require the support of faith. On the contrary, faith is too complex, too chaotic, and contains too many personal emotions. It is easy for the fragmented state of this ritual to erase the humanity of the ascendant, who is essentially only Sequence 5 at the moment, and leave only the divinity.

A gorgeous and profound drama, watched by many audiences, is enough to become an anchor!

Although there are few audiences on site this time, as the top existence in the "audience" channel, Adam can be equivalent to tens of thousands of ordinary audiences. He can even imagine a theater of audiences to create effects.

The whole was finally formed, and all kinds of knowledge poured out from the depths of the demigod's body, sweeping across Klein's mind, bringing him an indescribable shock. It seemed as if his head was about to explode.

However, as he had already begun to possess divinity and had many experiences, he passed this stage relatively easily by looking down on others and watching from the sidelines.

The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothes shrank back into his body, and he turned back into Klein Moretti with black hair and brown eyes.

After looking at Daly Simone, who was gradually getting colder in his arms, Klein picked up the lady and walked step by step to Leonard Mitchell. He bent down solemnly and put her on the ground.

At this time, Daly no longer had the dark scales and white fur, and had returned to her original appearance. Her eyes were gently closed, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she was having the deepest and sweetest dream.

Klein stood up straight, looked at Leonard who had opened his eyes again, and said in a low voice:

"She has returned to the realm of the goddess, just like the captain."

He had just used "Puppetization" to stop and reverse Daly's transformation, allowing her to die like a human being, and then released the control.

"Yeah." Leonard tried to force a smile, but tears started to flow unconsciously.

Klein nodded slightly:

"For her, this may not be such a bad ending. She returned to the embrace of the gods she believed in as a human being, and the captain and his companions were there."

As he spoke, he subconsciously and sincerely raised his right hand and tapped his chest four times clockwise.

Leonard instinctively drew the crimson moon, then froze for a moment, his expression becoming quite strange.

Klein looked around and said:

“You took Ms. Daly back to East Balam and said that she died in the attack of Ins Zangwell and made an outstanding contribution to the death of Ins Zangwell.

"Don't worry, no one will track you down. Of course, you can also take this opportunity to leave Red Gloves."

"I, I'm used to being in church." Leonard was silent for a moment.

Klein then took off his silk hat and bowed in farewell.

He took the hat and turned to Ins Zangwill's body and removed a card from it, one depicting a chariot and a crimson priest.

The face of the crimson priest looked exactly like Roselle Gustav.

Leonard's lips moved, and he suddenly said:

"You, you won't return to the church?"

Klein didn't turn around. He put on his silk hat and walked towards another exit of the square.

After walking a few steps, he paused, turned his back to Leonard and replied:

“I can’t go back…”

There's no going back... Leonard stared blankly at the familiar figure walking farther and farther away and gradually disappearing.

After a while, several extraordinary people flew to the Resurrection Square. One of them was wearing the robe of an ordinary clergyman of the Church of Night. He had beautiful black hair and a delicate face.

No one could tell her age, because no one cared about that. They only paid attention to her deep eyes that were like countless stars.

The lady floated in the air, looking quietly towards the square, only to see that the remains of Ins Zangwill were almost unrecognizable, with a common tarot card covering his shattered head.

That's the Star card.

…………

Above the gray fog, Klein placed the "Red Priest" card on his left hand and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

He already had a preliminary understanding and grasp of the abilities of the "Trickster":

On the one hand, he can transform into an animal of a relatively small size, but can ignore this when in spirit form. He can transfer his own or others' wounds and diseases to his substitute paper figures, and gain a "flame jump" distance of nearly a thousand meters, and the power of his air bullets is also increased to the level of artillery shells;

On the other hand, he can complete the initial control of the "Spirit Thread" within three seconds and completely transform the target into a puppet within fifteen seconds, with a manipulation range of 150 meters. At the same time, using the interactive "Spirit Thread", he can let the secret puppet use all his extraordinary abilities and freely exchange positions with the secret puppet within an effective range of one thousand meters.

Based on this and the worms separated from his own mythical creature form, as well as the camouflage on the "Spirit Thread", Klein can use the substitute at a higher level. In other words, as long as any secret puppet is still alive, the "Weird Mage" will not die!

It will be difficult for the enemy to know whether the one killed is the "weird wizard" or his secret puppet. It will be impossible to judge the truth and falsehood.

After confirming his condition and resting for a while, Klein immediately walked towards the depths of the mysterious space above the gray fog, towards the stairs of light that seemed to lead to heaven.

As he expected, there was another step there, a step where light was concentrated.

This time, Klein was sure that he could use the six steps that looked like a giant's to climb up the condensed gray cloud.

One step, two steps, three steps... He walked to the end, jumped, and stepped on the cloud formed by gray fog.

What caught his eyes was a brilliant gate of light stained with a hint of blue-black. It was composed of countless overlapping light balls. The main body of each light ball was a pile of twisted worms huddled together, some of which were transparent and some were translucent.

This is the scene that Klein saw through the "winner" Enzo, but the actual object was very blurry, as if something was blocking his sight.

In addition, above the light gate, there were thin black lines hanging down, on which were suspended one almost completely transparent "cocoon" after another.

Those "cocoons" swayed gently, wrapping different souls. Some were black, some were yellow, and some were white. Some wore jeans, some held mobile phones, some wore bright clothes, and some had beautiful facial features. They all had the breath of life, but their eyes were closed.

Klein's eyes froze for a moment, and he seemed to be back on Earth, walking on a street filled with people of all races.

Then he noticed that three of the "cocoons" had been broken open, with nothing inside and swaying in the wind.

Klein raised his head and looked up, watching all this silently.

(End of Part 4)

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