Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

How powerful is Klein's Savage Charge in the Third Layer Thirteen Protectors Horizontal Training version? Dunn will tell you.

He was originally standing in front of a glass window at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the apartment building. After being hit by the hammer, he found himself lying on the road.

Looking up, he saw Klein clutching his own neck, looking panicked, and the glass that he had clearly smashed.

"Officer Dunn, are you alright...?"

Klein looked somewhat embarrassed.

He was clearly having a one-on-one fight with that assassin in black, so how did he end up on the street the moment he opened his eyes, and the assassin from his dream had turned into the police officer from his dream... Right, in a dream!

Klein quickly spotted the key point, and connecting it to what had happened before, blurted out, "You manipulate dreams? You made me have a dream like that just now?"

“I think you should take your hands off my neck before I answer your questions. I’m suffocating.” Dunn grabbed Klein’s hand and barely managed to move it away slightly before squeezing out a few words.

"Cough cough cough, sorry, I just learned a grappling technique." Klein quickly released his grip and took two steps back.

“Very good.” Captain Dunn got up from the ground. The Sequence Nine Sleepless of the Night Path granted him superhuman recovery abilities in the dark. He rubbed his neck before saying, “Let’s get to know each other again, Night Watcher, Dunn Smith.”

Klein nodded. Night Watchers was the code name for the extraordinary team of the Church of the Goddess of Night, which he had only learned about during the day from Audrey and Alger's conversation.

"To answer your question, I am a transcendent being from the Night Path. I merely entered your dream to provide necessary guidance, even though things got out of control."

Dunn's voice was deep and mellow as he then countered with a question:
"And what about you? Mr. Klein, you didn't mention to us that you were also a superhuman, capable of unleashing such powerful combat strength at a low level. Let me guess, warrior pathway? sailor pathway? Or something else..."

These are all common extraordinary pathways, and the abilities of low-sequence individuals are not secrets. As he spoke, Dunn stopped probing, because he noticed that Klein's eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.

"You...don't know what path you've taken?" Dunn's tone rose slightly.

"Uh, to be honest, that's true..." Klein awkwardly wanted to touch his nose. His path seemed to be a little different from the superhumans of this world. If he had to give it a name, would a martial arts master count?
“That’s really strange.” Dunn murmured, took out a notebook from his pocket, wrote down Klein’s unusual behavior, and then said, “Just like in the dream, you have to come with me to Welch’s place to see an expert.”

"You believe I'm innocent?" Klein was a little surprised. Logically speaking, since he had already exposed his extraordinary abilities and was the only survivor in the mass suicide incident, he should be the prime suspect.

"Just now in the dream, you were also planning to go back with me, weren't you?" Dunn asked back, a polite smile playing on his lips. "Speaking of the matter at hand, regarding this specific incident, I'm more inclined to believe what I see."

After all, if he really was the murderer, he couldn't imagine why Klein would let him go when he had such an absolute advantage.

There's also that clear look in his eyes—eyes that haven't been beaten down by society or tainted by power. That kind of look can't be faked. Compared to the murderer, he believed the other person was a lucky individual who had accidentally gained extraordinary power and escaped the curse.

“Okay,” Klein agreed, then looked up at the broken glass.

“Someone will handle this,” Dunn said.

The two boarded the carriage and soon arrived at Welch's residence.

“Let’s go down.” Dunn straightened his black trench coat, which reached his knees. “Heh, let me introduce him in advance. The ‘expert’ is outwardly known as the most famous psychic in Ahowa County.”

Klein suppressed his other thoughts and asked curiously, "Then what is her actual identity?"

Dunn turned halfway around, his gray eyes deep, and said, "The true 'psychic'."

Oh, clearly, it's another extraordinary sequence.

Welch's residence was a detached villa with a garden, and the two got out of the car at the front door and walked.

The moment he entered the garden, Klein felt a chill run down his spine. Looking around, he felt as if pairs of eyes were watching him in the garden, in the shadows of the lawn, on the rooftop, behind the swing, and in every dimly lit corner.

Dunn was keen to observe Klein's reaction, but he saw that not only was he not afraid, but he was also somewhat... excited.

Yes, it's excitement.

What does he want to do?
Klein stated that it's hard for gamers not to be tempted by a screen full of "lv1" and "lv2" levels.

To him, this was not a spiritual being, but a wealth of experience points.

With this in mind, Klein swallowed hard, and just as he was about to raise his right hand, Dunn beside him pressed it down: "Don't do anything meaningless."

At the same moment, the door to Welch's house opened, and a woman wearing a hooded black robe walked out. Klein felt the spirits that had been watching him disappear.

“Friend, stop with your undisguised malice,” Daly said to Klein, her expression displeased.

Klein chuckled, took off his hat, held it to his chest, and bowed slightly, saying, "As you wish, madam."

“The intelligence report didn’t say he was a superhuman.” Daly led Dunn and Klein into the room.

“I just found out about this myself.” Dunn rubbed his neck and sat down on the double sofa with Klein.

“If it’s an extraordinary person, it will be more troublesome. I might have to be a bit rough and it might hurt a little. Just bear with it.” As she spoke, Daly took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from a hidden pouch at her waist and began mixing the ingredients in front of Klein.

Soon, the effects of the fragrance began to evaporate, and Klein's mind began to become chaotic. Everything in front of him was shaking and blurring, as if shrouded in layers of thick fog. His body also shook and blurred along with it. Soft, overlapping murmurs came from all around, as if countless invisible people were talking.

"This feels similar to when I did the 'transfer ritual' before, but it doesn't have that crazy, explosive feeling..." Klein thought to himself, looking at all this.

In this state, Klein answered some of Daly's questions, managing to gloss over the suicide attempt.

Everything seemed to be going well, until the very second that Daly said the ceremony was over, Dunn, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly interjected and asked, "Who is Gol D. Roger?"

Because he had just let his guard down, and because the answer to this question was so deeply ingrained in people's minds, Klein didn't even think before blurting out, "It's One Piece."

Only then did a slight smile appear on Dunn's unchanging face.

Klein, regaining his senses, asked curiously, "How do you know this name?"

"I'm sorry, but to ensure that no innocent person is wrongly accused, and to ensure that no guilty bastard gets away with it, we need to gather evidence from multiple sources." Dunn gave an apologetic look and took a roll of parchment from his pocket.

Clearly, he also entered Melissa's dream and learned the name Gol D. Roger and the parchment scroll.

“Very spiritual.” Daly said, taking the parchment with a slightly surprised expression.

Her abundant spirituality made her almost believe that what she was looking at was a sealed object.

"So your extraordinary path is that Pirate King you mentioned?" Dunn once again took out his notebook from his pocket, taking notes as he looked at Klein.

“Yes, he gave me a delicious crab burger, and then I found myself becoming a little different. Not only was my physical fitness much stronger, but my mind also became more focused.” Klein naturally went along with the conversation.

He was worried about how to explain the source of his abilities.

"So this parchment was also left to you by him?" Dunn continued. "Yes." Klein nodded again: "He said it was the most precious treasure he had obtained from his voyages across the seas, and told me to keep it safe, but I looked at it, and it doesn't seem any different."

"Do you know where he went?" Dunn asked again.

“I don’t know about that.” Klein shook his head. “When I met him, he wasn’t in good condition; it seemed like he was seriously ill.”

"Understood. I've got everything sorted out here. You can go home now." Dunn put away his notes, stood up, and gestured for Klein to leave.

"Is my name cleared?" Klein asked.

“If no other clues point to you, then I think that’s the case.” Dunn nodded slightly, then, as if he had thought of something, he raised the parchment in his hand: “If you don’t object, we’d like to take this thing with us and study it for a while.”

“Of course.” Klein shrugged nonchalantly.

Surely the Church of the Goddess of Night can't possibly steal his delicious crab burger business, can it? Klein thought to himself.

The two boarded the carriage, the horses' hooves swift, the wheels turning, and soon the apartment where the Klein family lived appeared to the side.

It was just past four in the morning, a cool breeze was blowing through the streets, and the streetlights were dim.

Klein got off the carriage and looked up to find that the shattered glass had been restored to its original state.

Such high work efficiency! If this were my previous life in China...

After making a complaint, Klein went into the apartment.

It's still early, I can sleep a little longer...

……

"Do you think there's something wrong with Roger?" Daly asked on the way back to the Church of the Goddess of Night.

“Klein broke free from my dream, and there were no signs of him losing control,” Dunn said.

Dai Li's playful expression turned serious.

Dream creation is the ability of a Sequence 7 Nightmare. Klein's ability to break free means that he at least possesses the extraordinary level of a Sequence 7.

According to him, he only ate a crab burger.

This is a very scary thing.

To create a Sequence Seven transcendent being with just one potion is almost akin to being in the realm of gods.

“There might be some clues on this. I think we need to go to Backlund,” Dunn said seriously.

Soon, the parchment containing the secret recipe for the delicious Krabby Patty arrived on the table of Archbishop Anthony Stevenson of St. Samuel's Cathedral, Church of the Goddess of the Night.

The elderly man, with a clean-shaven face and deep-set eyes, listened to Dai Li's narration, his expression growing increasingly somber.

In this vast ocean, the balance of power is now stable with four kings and seven generals, and he has never heard of any pirate king.

And this roll of parchment, it exudes an indescribable spirituality.

"Is this all the information we have?" Anthony pondered, then suggested, "Perhaps we should bring back that boy named Klein."

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

The identity of Pirate King Roger is still unclear. Rashly making a move against a boy who may be a successor of angels could very likely bring unnecessary trouble.

Since that's the case, we can only start with this roll of parchment.

Anthony placed his hands on the parchment, cautiously touching it with his spirituality.

Almost the instant his spirit touched the parchment, it seemed to come alive, the characters dancing and enveloping everyone in the room, an indescribable attraction bursting forth from the parchment.

In a trance.

Anthony, Dunn, and Daly arrived at a sea area so quiet that there wasn't a sound.

"Where...where am I?" Daly looked around in horror; everything around her seemed to be telling her about madness.

“It’s an illusionary space within the parchment, don’t worry,” Anthony said calmly.

They walked slowly on the seabed, their feet firmly on the ground.

Such illusions all have a spiritual node as an exit; once they reach that point, they can leave.

"Stay close to me." The deeper they went into the sea, the stronger the madness became. Anthony drew a bone longsword covered with strange patterns from the depths of darkness and stood in front of Dunn and Daly, cautiously observing their surroundings.

“There seems to be a town ahead.” Just then, Daly suddenly pointed in a direction.

Following Daly's gaze, Anthony saw towering buildings and his voice finally softened: "Perhaps the exit is there."

Following the winding road, they continued on their way and finally arrived at the underwater town called Bikini Bottom a few minutes later.

The first thing they saw was a huge, pineapple-like organ that throbbed incessantly, with yellow, spongy tissue clinging to it, and deep decay emanating from its countless pores.

"Patrick, come with me to catch jellyfish!"

With just one glance, a cheerful sound echoed in the minds of the three.

They couldn't understand what kind of writing it was, but they could understand the meaning of the sentence.

“Jellyfish…” Dunn repeated subconsciously, which made Anthony’s expression change drastically.

The next moment, streaks of dark blue light began to flash on the seabed.

……

In the apartment, Klein, who had been suddenly awakened, looked at the message notification that popped up in front of him and scratched his head in confusion.

[You have successfully fooled someone; the god of blindness and folly casts an approving glance your way.] (End of Chapter)