In the God-forsaken land, the frequency of lightning has dropped to a very low level at night.

“Two slices of white bread with a portion of barbecue feels pretty good... The sweet and sour drink produced by the Misty Sea is better than I expected..." After swallowing the last bite of food, Klein praised sincerely and threw the remaining packaging into the depths of darkness. Anyway, there is no concept of environmental protection here, and there are no trash cans.

Of course, he had dealt with the relationship between these things and himself in advance, just like now, every time he gave up a secret doll, he had to go to the "Source Castle" for "disinfection" to avoid being tracked by Amon's clone.

“Well, inanimate objects won’t be turned into a hidden state by the darkness here…” Klein raised the lantern that Danitz had sacrificed and shone it on the discarded item.

Only after he had solved the problem of food and clothing did he have the mind to try certain things whose dangerousness he had previously predicted.

In the flickering dim light, Klein stretched out his right hand and pulled another self out of thin air.

That was him in the gap of history, also holding a lantern.

The next second, Klein entered the gray-white mist and allowed his consciousness to "wake up" in the projection he summoned.

Surrounded by teams of monsters and enveloped in endless darkness, the projection opened its mouth and attempted to pronounce the name Amanesis:

“…”

He couldn't make any sound, and it seemed as if what he wanted to say was hidden.

"Sure enough, it's consistent with my speculation." Klein, who was wearing a half-high silk hat and a black knee-length windbreaker, exhaled slowly.

Glancing at the lantern that was emitting a dim light, he suddenly recited in a low voice in Giant language:

"Leodro!"

Before he had even finished speaking, hundreds of lightning bolts twisted and intertwined as if responding to a call and fell, instantly covering the area.

Klein had no time to dodge, and even after he swapped positions with the secret doll, he was still within the attack range.

In the bright silver light, he fell to the ground on the spot, his body was charred black and twitching violently, as if he had turned into a giant piece of coal.

Then, his figure quickly dissipated and disappeared like an illusion.

Wearing a real hat, an Intis windbreaker, and carrying a simple lantern, Klein "returned" to reality and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

After walking for a while, his figure suddenly became blurry and then clear.

Then, Klein opened his mouth again and read out a name in Giant language:

"profound……"

As soon as he uttered the first syllable, transparent flames burst out from his body and burned him to ashes in an instant, without giving him the chance to exchange places with the secret doll.

Klein reappeared, clicked his hat, and walked calmly forward on the hill covered with strange plants.

"Hellabergen."

…

"Badhair."

…

"Omibella."

…

"There's nothing unusual. There's no corresponding divine power left in the area around Silver City...

“Medici, Ouroboros, Sasriel… these are even more useless, they are not gods… I thought Afternoon Town and the ‘Giant King’s Court’ were special cases, and using the real name Sasriel outside could activate the ‘corrupted’ power of the God-forsaken Land… The ‘Red Angel’ is the ‘unique’ angel king, and is considered half a true god, but he didn’t leave any trace at all. It’s really embarrassing, no, it’s a disgrace to the angel king!” Klein walked down the hill with his black windbreaker slightly tilted back, and followed his spiritual intuition to head northwest towards the city-state ruins of North.

Sometimes he took a detour, sometimes he took a "flame jump", and he did not follow the route explored by the City of Silver to reach his destination.

…………

Backlund, late at night.

Feeling that she had digested the potion a little more, Audrey actively used "dream travel" to leave her own house and enter various dreams in the surrounding areas.

Knowing what the current situation is like, she has a strong desire to become a demigod.

As she was "moving back and forth", she suddenly saw an acquaintance.

This was a noble lady with whom she had a good relationship. She was 29 years old and had married a viscount the year before last.

At this time, rose petals were constantly falling in the lady's room. The bed was white and had a pair of heart-shaped rings on it. There was a knocking sound coming from the window.

The lady's cheeks flushed, and she walked quickly towards there and opened the window.

A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak jumped in, hugged the lady, and whispered:

"I will take you away from pain."

Then, the two began to entangle with each other and rolled all the way to **.

As a "dream walker" who was trying hard to digest the potion, Audrey had seen similar scenes before, had gone through the shy stage, and had lamented that everyone's dreams were so colorful and imaginative. At this moment, she did not lose her composure at all, and maintained the etiquette of an "audience", as if she was witnessing an extreme drama.

After a quick inspection, she discovered a problem:

The man wearing the black iron mask was not the lady's spouse, but more like a playboy in the aristocratic circle.

"Is this a reflection of the hidden thoughts in my mind?" Audrey muttered to herself in an academic manner, analyzing dreams.

Then, out of curiosity, she "traveled" into the dream next door.

This corresponds to the noble lady's husband, a viscount.

In the dream, the viscount was busy participating in a discussion in the House of Lords, and then he was chased by an earl with a revolver on the grounds that he had abducted the earl's daughter.

After escaping to a safe area, the Viscount called his female secretary and vented his fear.

Audrey couldn't help but exit the dream, wanting to see the Viscount and his wife's real state.

In the bedroom illuminated by the crimson moonlight, on the big white bed, the Viscount hugged his wife, and his wife hugged him, sleeping very intimately.

"Well, we must realize that everyone has a dark side. If we simply 'convict' people based on the dreams we have had or the thoughts we have had in a moment, everyone will fall into hell. No one is immune, including myself... Being able to control our dark side and prevent it from ever entering reality is already pretty good for most people..." Audrey increasingly felt that playing the role of a "dream walker" was a torture and tempering of her own soul.

She entered the dream again and "traveled" to other areas.

Not long after, she came to a warm "room".

There is a thick carpet and a dining table here, with a white-haired old lady sitting at the main seat.

On both sides of her were a middle-aged couple and three underage children. They were enjoying the candlelight, tasting delicious food, chatting and laughing, and looked very happy.

Outside the room, it was dark and the strong wind made the glass rattle, brewing the terrifying feeling before the disaster.

"What is the owner of this dream worried about and afraid of?" Audrey exited the dream and tried to find answers in reality to verify her speculation.

She then saw a small bed and the gray-haired old lady.

On the old lady's bedside table, there were photo frames one after another, some wrapped in black cloth, some tied with white flowers. They were of a middle-aged couple and their three underage children.

Audrey turned her head silently and looked out the window, only to see the ruins left over from the bombing near the house.

The noble lady pursed her lips and suddenly returned to the old lady's dream.

She did not try to prevent the possible disaster, but simply materialized a chair, sat beside it, and looked at the happy and warm family seriously and attentively.

Amid the whistling of the wind and the shaking of the glass, the room was brightly lit, the food smelled delicious, and there was constant laughter.

Audrey summarized the following rules for acting as a "Dream Walker":

"The traveler in the dreamland has been here, seen it, recorded it but did not interfere, he is just a 'spectator'."

…………

In St. Samuel's Church, Leonard was summoned by Archbishop Anthony Stevenson and walked up the spiral staircase step by step in the sunlight shining through the stained glass.

Suddenly, he lowered his voice and said:

"Old man, that secret party is about to start again. Are you really planning to try to enter the treasure left by the Jacob family at the end of the month?"

"Not sure yet, but this is a chance. At least Amon is currently entangled in the matter of Sefirah Castle and will not suddenly appear." In Leonard's mind, Pallez Zoroast responded with a slightly hoarse voice, "However, I am more inclined to disclose the news of the treasure and let the people in the party go on their own adventures and explore. We will stay nearby, observe the situation, and take what we need from them."

Leonard was stunned for a moment and whispered:

"Old man, isn't this too insidious?"

This is using the members of the "Fate Hermit Society" as props to set a trap.

"Oh, so naive and childish. You can tell them all the details and let them decide for themselves whether to go or not." Pales Zoroastrian sneered.

Leonard didn't mention the matter again and asked:

"Old man, when can I become a demigod?"

Pales laughed and said:

"If you can get a spirit of the same level as your former colleague, the messenger, you will be able to digest the potion by the beginning of next year. But, haha, you should follow the key points I have suggested and play the role in depth. You should be qualified to challenge Sequence 4 by the second half of next year. Of course, I don't know whether the Church of Evernight will give you the potion and help you perform the ceremony. Didn't the senior deacon named Cecima Krestel wait for many years until the full-scale outbreak of the war before she truly became a demigod?"

Leonard nodded, and then asked thoughtfully:

“Old man, can you act as a spirit and help me digest it?

"Your level should be higher than Klein's messenger..."

Pales Zoroast was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Hey":

“That’s a great idea.

"How about I help you digest the potion?"

"How can I help?" Leonard knew the old man was mocking him, but he still couldn't help asking.

"Deeply parasitizing you, completely controlling your body." Pales responded unhappily.

As he spoke, Leonard arrived at the door of the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese.

He immediately closed his mouth, raised his right hand, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Anthony Stevenson glanced at Leonard who opened the door and said, "We can release the vampire behind Chanis's door."