Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"It was like having a not-so-pleasant dream."

Inside the armory, old Neil, his head covered and his face bandaged, recounted his past with his fiancée.

Although both Klein and Old Neil said he was fine, according to regulations, the restrictions on Old Neil could only be lifted after the church's trial committee made an assessment. In the meantime, Old Neil could only stay under Dunn's supervision.

Old Neil had no objection to this; he knew his own situation, and that unconscious madness almost had a negative impact on the world.

"Where did you get this ritual of life-making from?" Dunn asked.

“It was Him, His whisper.” Old Neil said with a hint of disappointment.

He knew it was impossible, but a sliver of hope and self-reproach in his heart made him want to carry out the ceremony.

Fortunately, he was discovered in time and did not cause any crisis to the city of Tingen.

Klein couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for old Neil as he looked at his forlorn appearance.

Is there any way to help him? Klein asked himself silently.

Of course there is a way.

Russell, who was lurking in Klein's body, pondered for a while and came up with a very good idea. Even without his help, Klein himself might be able to do it.

First, he had to send the Ascended Goddess of Night to the River of Eternal Darkness to retrieve the death mark of Old Neil's wife.

It's just that this death mark has completely lost its spirituality, so the fallen Mother Goddess needs to restore her spirituality and create a physical body for her.

The ensuing problem is that this body is not actually Old Neil's wife's own, and the next step is to get rid of this body and achieve a perfect resurrection.

This requires the Black Emperor's power of resurrection.

Let God say "God says it works," grant ultimate luck from the god of fate, then borrow a set of Black Emperor superhuman traits from Roselle, make Old Neil's wife directly become Black Emperor, and then make her commit suicide.

Finally, Little K, who had been promoted to Lord of Mysteries, snapped his fingers, indicating that there was a bug in the Black Emperor's resurrection. Normally, the resurrection would begin after 100 years, but now it started in 1 second. Then, Old Neil's wife was suddenly resurrected.

Once Old Neil's wife is resurrected, the Black Emperor's extraordinary abilities will need to be returned to Roselle.

The solution to this problem is even simpler: have Old Neil and his wife have sex urgently, and after she becomes pregnant, have her choose to pass on all her extraordinary traits to the child. Then, have the Fallen Mother Goddess bless the child so that it grows to full term and is born within an hour.

After the baby was born, the Lord of Mysteries stopped time and used the power of God's corruption to deprive the child of the ability to resist, and then the Ascended Goddess of Night killed him with a deathly power.

Don't waste a single second during this time, to prevent the child's consciousness from corrupting Roselle's Black Emperor ability. Finally, shatter the Black Emperor ability and return it to Roselle, and the matter will be completely over.

It's very simple, isn't it?
……

Old Neil left with Dunn, while Leonard, trying to convince himself that everything he had just seen was an illusion, went to Old Neil's house with bags and packages to clean up the mess. Klein, on the other hand, went home from get off work in a less than pleasant mood.

He saved old Neil, but he couldn't completely save him.

He knew he shouldn't have such thoughts, and it wasn't his fault, but seeing Old Neil's complicated expression still made him feel a little heartbroken.

In the room, there was a long silence before Klein's emotions calmed down a bit, and his expression became more and more determined. He realized that the past cannot be changed, but the future can be pursued.

Only by becoming omniscient and omnipotent can he protect the people he wants to protect and do the things he wants to do.

Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Training: Add Points!
At the command, 530 combat experience points were quickly consumed.

After the Thirteen Protectors practiced their external martial arts, the progress bar collided several times before finally stopping at the fifth level (130/200).

Immediately afterwards, a series of popping sounds rang out, and Klein was astonished to find that he had grown taller and his muscles were even more muscular. From the taut fabric, one could guess how beautiful the muscle lines were.

[You have mastered a new supernatural ability—Talismans: Using blood and qi as ink, they are applied to paper to form talismans imbued with mysterious power.]

[You have mastered a new superpower—Weakness Detection: Your gaze will be focused on your opponent's weaknesses.]

My strength has increased a bit, and I've gained two more abilities. The only problem is that my muscles have gotten bigger. Not only do I need to buy new clothes, but if this continues, I might really turn into a giant... That would be so ugly.

After making a comment, Klein unbuttoned his shirt.

Just then, he heard the sound of the door opening outside. When he opened the door, he saw a man who was nearly thirty years old, wearing a linen shirt and with very short hair, sitting at the desk. He had black hair and brown eyes and looked somewhat like Klein, but he didn't have that faint scholarly air about him.

Klein felt a sudden tightness in his chest, then relaxed, and greeted him with a smile:
"Good morning, no, good afternoon, Benson." The man was Benson Moretti, his and Melissa's older brother. He was only 25 years old, but his receding hairline made him look older than his age, almost 30.

"Good afternoon, Klein. You... went to the gym?" Benson stood up, and the smile on his lips had barely begun when he noticed Klein's open chest and the incredibly beautiful muscle lines beneath.

"More or less." Klein nodded expressionlessly.

"It looks very effective. I might buy a few lessons if I get the chance." Benson rubbed his lower back; his work was quite strenuous, and he definitely needed some exercise. "How's your work?"

Upon learning that Klein had found a well-paying job, Benson paused for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, "It feels like watching a child grow up... Hmm, this job is pretty good. We should celebrate tonight and buy some beef?"

“There should be some in the kitchen. I bought quite a lot yesterday,” Klein laughed. “You really should try my cooking. Melissa said she’s gained a lot of weight.”

"Then we really have to try it."

As evening fell, Benson and Melissa sat at their desk, looking at the food laid out, as proper as upper-grade elementary school students.

One delicious dish after another from the Great Foodie Empire was brought to the table by Klein. The three siblings chatted while having dinner, and after dinner they went back to doing their own things. They were busy until eleven o'clock before turning off the gas lamp, washing up and going to bed.

Around 1 a.m., Klein suddenly woke up. He heard someone open the door, and glancing slightly to the window, he saw a thin and unfamiliar figure standing in front of the desk, silently searching for something.

He narrowed his eyes. There really are some fools who dare to steal my things, without even a rank badge…

Klein's movement of turning over alerted the intruder, but before he could even turn around, his head had already slammed into the desk, which sank deep into the ground, and the intruder's body went limp.

This was only because he intentionally controlled his strength; otherwise, the apartment would have become a haunted house.

"Hmm..." Benson, in the upper bunk, was startled awake by the loud noise.

Melissa, who was in the inner room, rushed out, lit the gas lamp, and stared in shock at the scene before her: "Klein, what happened?"

"I guess it's because our food has improved lately, and that's why this guy's been watching us," Klein replied nonchalantly.

“You were so reckless. In this situation, you should have let him steal the stuff and leave on his own, instead of…” Melissa started nagging as usual, but of course, she immediately shut her mouth when she saw Klein’s muscles, which were fit enough to be a bodybuilder.

"What do we do now?" Bane asked. "Should we take him to the police station?"

“I’ll deliver it. Bane, you stay home with Melissa,” Klein offered.

He believed that the thief wasn't after money, but rather something related to the Antigonus family's notes.

“Okay, be careful on the road...don’t hurt anyone.” Bane poked Klein’s muscle curiously and gave him a word of advice.

Judging from the extent of the damage to the desk, if Klein isn't careful, he may have to use his salary for the next few months to pay for medical expenses.

"Understood," Klein replied, carrying the intruder and jogging towards Blackthorn Security Company.

Because of Old Neil, Dunn did not go home tonight, waiting for the high-ranking officials of the Holy See to arrive while keeping an eye on Old Neil.

"Who is this person?" Upon seeing Klein and the unconscious man he was carrying, Dunn keenly sensed that he was connected to the Antigonus family's notes.

And that was indeed the case; after entering the other person's dream, Dunn obtained accurate information.

“An ancient organization called the ‘Secret Order’ was founded in the Fourth Age and was associated with the Solomon Empire and some of the decadent nobles at the time. The Antigonus family’s notes came from them.”

Because of one member's negligence, the artifact entered the antique market and fell into Welch's hands. They had to send people everywhere to track it down. We will use the clues to arrest some of their members, although the results may not be very good.

"Just let them come to me," Klein said with a light smile, full of confidence.

To put it bluntly, given his current physical condition, small-caliber firearms wouldn't be of much use to him; in fact, they would be completely ineffective.

With the blessing of those three gods, the destructive power he could unleash when he got into a fight was no less than that of a cannonball.

Just like this small building, if he wanted to, he could beat it into a dangerous structure with his fists in no time.

“For safety reasons, I think your brother and sister should apply for protection,” Dunn suggested.

"Is that alright?" Klein was taken aback. He had planned to stockpile several stacks of talismans for Benson and Melissa to protect themselves.

“Sure, have Neil write the report for you, I’ll approve it, and the security personnel will be in place within two business days.” Dunn nodded affirmatively.

Anyone else would not do it, but this person is Klein.

The secret recipe for the delicious Krabby Patty is said to have been reviewed by the goddess, who issued a divine oracle that no one can understand. That oracle is now sealed away along with the scroll and will soon return to Tingen and be delivered back to Klein.

According to rumors circulating above, the goddess has elevated Klein's priority to the highest level ever.

Therefore, on the day the scroll returns to Tingen, the Church of St. Serena in Tingen will become a new key construction project for the church, and his status as Klein's guide will rise accordingly.

"Praise be to the goddess, praise be to my dearest captain." Klein was in high spirits. In just one night, he not only learned what the opposing side was like, but also managed to secure some good benefits for his family.

“You should be renting another place next, right?” Dunn continued.

“Yes, that’s right, we did have that idea.” Klein had discussed it with Benson and Melissa that evening.

Their current rental is too cramped, and the surrounding facilities are really inadequate. It's time to consider moving to a better place.

"If that's the case, I think this might be of some help to you."

Dunn handed over an A4 sheet of paper covered with tiny, densely written pen notes. It contained rental information for houses near Narcissus Street, detailing everything from location and price to condition of the property.

"The landlord here once entrusted us with handling supernatural events. If you show your identification information, he will give you some good discounts."

"Thank you so much!" Klein felt Dunn's gratitude. Water Fairy Street was a distance from his current apartment, but not too far. It was a location he was quite familiar with, and he had chosen this location as his first choice when he discussed it with Benson and Melissa.

“You’re welcome,” Dunn said with a slight smile, seemingly unconcerned. “I just felt a bit bored tonight, so I did some tidying up.”

"Yeah, I was so bored I almost turned the archives upside down." Old Neil yawned, rolling his eyes so wide they almost flew off.

These two guys in front of me, one a sleepless man with boundless energy at night, the other young and healthy, it's pitiful that this old man, who just got a beating, has to register them here.

“Neil,” Dunn said, somewhat annoyed.

In fact, he himself despised such flattery, but Klein was different.

"That's enough, I'm going to sleep." Old Neil put down the security application form he had filled out and swayed toward the duty room. Soon after, snoring could be heard from inside the room.

“This guy.” Dunn sighed helplessly, looking at Klein as he was about to explain when Klein grasped his hand and said emotionally, “You’re the people’s good captain! The goddess will bless you.”

"Oh." Dunn nodded calmly, but Klein felt that the pressure on his hand had increased considerably at this moment. (End of Chapter)