Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

[The battle is over. You have received the gaze of the true creator. Please proceed to the Forsaken Land as soon as possible to claim your prize.]

As he withdrew his consciousness from the magic mirror, Klein unconsciously pressed his temples.

What a mess... I've offended another big shot for no reason.

The land forsaken by God sounds like a bad place, let alone a prize. What's the difference between this and "Tomorrow we'll be paid at the drill ground, no need to wear armor"? Even a dog wouldn't go there.

With another sigh, Klein turned his gaze to the unconscious Selena.

It wasn't that he wanted to do anything to her; he was just curious about how this little girl, who was only interested in the occult, managed to get her hands on the real thing.

He condensed a wisp of energy, as thin as a hair, at his fingertip and inserted it into Selena's body through her nostril.

Stimulated by this energy, Selena kicked her legs and immediately opened her eyes. The moment she saw Klein, she wanted to open her mouth wide, but before she could even finish the thought, Klein snapped his fingers, and her gaze became dull again.

"Who taught you divination?" Klein asked.

“Hainas Vancent, I peeked into his hidden spell.” Selena answered blankly.

Sure enough, no world is without its share of daredevils… Klein rubbed his temples, his head aching, and continued, “Where is he?”

"The fortune-telling club in Halles neighborhood."

Do you remember what the incantation was?

"The lingering spirits of heroes; the servants of the true Creator; eyes gazing upon destiny."

well.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Klein nodded in satisfaction, snapped his fingers again, and told Selena to wake up and forget him in five minutes. He carefully closed the door and went downstairs to continue the dinner.

Selena's matter has been resolved, so he doesn't need to worry about the rest.

As for Hainas Vancent, he felt that the other party was probably just a mystery enthusiast, after all, many underground mystery enthusiasts do believe in this true creator who is revered by many secret organizations.

Of course, those who should be reported should still be reported, and hopefully the other party has a sufficient budget to impose fines.

The dinner party ended quickly, and the Klein family of three returned home. After Benson and Klein washed up and went to bed, Klein went to the Heavenly Realm.

Having just obtained such a specific incantation, he wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't try it out.

Anyway, if anything goes wrong, the Heavenly Court will take responsibility, so he doesn't need to worry.

"The lingering spirits of heroes; the servants of the true Creator; eyes gazing upon destiny."

Beneath the purple-gold dome, Klein held the summoning stone in his hand and began his incantation.

Meanwhile, deep within the land abandoned by the gods.

This is an ordinary mountain, but what makes it special is that a huge cross, somewhere between reality and illusion, stands at the top of it.

Not only that, but a blurry human figure was also hanging upside down on this huge cross, with several ancient wooden stakes piercing through his body, stained with blood that was still flowing but not dripping, and nailed to the cross.

At the very bottom of the cross, Urelius, who had been praying with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. His gaze was clearly filled with confusion, as if he had encountered something he could not understand.

Then Urelius raised his head, looked at the true creator on the cross, and said, "Lord, an unknown being is calling me. Should I respond to His call?"

The true Creator listened quietly to Urolius's words without speaking, but Urolius seemed to have heard something and showed an expression of sudden realization.

In the heavenly court, once, twice, three times, just when Klein was about to give up, finally, a spiritual light was born in his mind.

A tall, slender figure with long silver hair, a beautiful face, soft features, and layers of wings on its back appeared in Klein's subconscious.

Before Klein could say anything, the figure vanished in a twist, and a cross that filled the sky reappeared.

A naked man, with his arms outstretched, feet up, and head hanging down like a pendant, was nailed to the cross with black iron nails, his body covered in streaks of blood.

"..."

Was this account forcibly logged in?

Klein scratched his head, but still sat down in the head seat and extracted the thought from the mirror's consciousness, transforming it into a dark, hooded figure.

“You are the Mysterious One…” The eyes under the hood of the True Creator stared at Klein, then shook his head: “No, you are not him. Your power is strange, it does not belong to any extraordinary path, but why is the Source Castle in your hands?”

"Mysterious?" This was the first time Klein had heard this term. It sounded like a person, or rather, a rank. As for the Source Castle...

"You mean, this is Source Castle?" Klein asked.

“Not only that,” the True Creator replied.

"If this were the Source Castle, you would have been drained dry by now," he thought to himself.

“What a wondrous place.” The true creator sat down on a futon.

Here, he could feel his madness being contained and his evil thoughts being suppressed; he could feel an unprecedented tranquility.

That's fine.

"What do you want to do by calling upon Urolius?" the true creator then asked.

“Uh… just an attempt.” Klein shrugged.

He just wanted to try to bring that familiar over, and if the level was low, he would just summon a god to kill him.

But the golden level mark of [lv100] above the head of this person was almost blinding him.

He didn't think that a blue-quality stone could beat a level 100 player.

"Maybe we should just kick him out..." Klein thought, and that's what he did.

He was confident that he could completely conceal his presence after banishing the true creator from the heavens.

But to Klein's utter surprise, the moment the thought crossed his mind, the true creator opposite him waved his hand repeatedly: "As fellow 'Earth' people, you and I are not enemies, mysterious."

What the fuck!?
Klein was completely stunned, looking at the true creator with an incredulous expression.

What's going on? Is this evil god from his hometown?

Seeing that Klein had calmed down, the true creator revealed the changes in the Earth era, dealing Klein another great blow.

"You mean I didn't time travel, and this is still Earth?"

This is not good news.

All his current efforts are aimed at "traveling" back to Earth to see his parents.

But if this is Earth, then what is it?
A stranger living in his hometown but never able to set foot on his native soil.

Damn it, this shouldn't be happening!

"Although this is a great blow to you, it is the truth." The True Creator looked directly at Klein: "At least, you don't need to be discouraged. You possess secrets that transcend the past, and time is not something untouchable for you." "..." Klein rubbed his temples.

I've received an overwhelming amount of information today.

Indeed, as the true creator said, relying on this mysterious heavenly court, he may have a chance to return to the past.

This ending was just hard for him to accept.

What's the deal with that mysterious Taoist priest? Is he a being who has transcended the past?

After a long silence, Klein finally calmed down and began to accept the somewhat unacceptable truth.

“Speaking of which, your condition is somewhat different from what I imagined.” Klein looked at the True Creator again.

According to legend, the true creator is a terrifying, bizarre, corrupt, and filthy evil god.

But what appeared before him now was more like the Da Mao he remembered, perfectly matching his stereotype of Da Mao.

"Don't worry, it's just a manifestation of excessive human nature." The True Creator sat cross-legged on the futon, mimicking the posture of the Taoist immortals depicted on the carvings.

In his account, Klein learned everything that happened to the ancient sun god.

They also learned that there were three despicable traitors among the current Seven Gods.

"So what are you going to do now? Go and take revenge on them?" Klein asked. To be honest, if things went according to what the true creator had just said, he still hoped that his brother would be successfully resurrected.

After all, the effect of one SSR is far greater than that of three SSS+.

“Strictly speaking, I have not yet completed the entire resurrection ritual; I am not complete now,” the True Creator said solemnly. “Moreover, I have a premonition that as soon as I leave this place, I will fall back into madness.”

"Is that so?" Klein nodded and continued, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

“If possible, I would like to come here often. In exchange, I can explain to you the occult knowledge you need,” said the True Creator.

“I’ve hosted a party with two newly minted superhumans, every Monday. You can join us if you’d like,” Klein said after a moment’s thought, offering his invitation.

The presence of a true God dramatically increases the value of the gathering.

“This is quite interesting.” The True Creator looked at Klein: “Then, the Fallen Angel Lucifer extends his sincerest greetings to you.”

……

"My lord?"

In the land forsaken by the gods, Urelius gazed upon the true creator who had returned, as if receiving divine revelation.

The appointed time is approaching.

……

The next morning, Klein rushed to Blackthorn Security Company to report on the matter concerning Haynes Vancent.

Dunn rubbed his forehead, took a sip of coffee, and said with a wry smile, "Hainas Vancent is dead."

"When?" Klein was somewhat surprised; it seemed there was definitely something wrong with this person's identity.

“Last night,” Dunn said, “this morning someone called to report it, and I’ve already sent Leonard over to investigate.”

“Alright.” Klein frowned. If he had known, he should have gone straight to the fortune-telling club last night.

The aurora borealis will ultimately be a scourge.

According to the rapper, after he went mad, the believers who prayed to him also went mad in their delirium, and then entered a vicious cycle.

So the first step in rescuing the rapper is to eliminate the lunatics in the Aurora Club and gradually change the club's reputation.

It turns out that Haynes Vancent was a good entry point, but now we'll have to wait a while longer.

in the afternoon.

The gathering at Zixiao Palace has begun again.

There were two more attendees this time compared to the previous one.

Yeah, an eye and a dog.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency." Audrey, with an air of mystery, gave a curtsy and smiled faintly, "I've brought Susie with me!"

"Hello, Your Excellency, Susie sends her greetings." Before Alger could react, the golden retriever raised its forelegs, crossed them together, and bowed to Klein.

“Susie, you should use the honorific ‘you’!” Audrey corrected in a low voice.

“Oh… Miss Justice, you know I’m just a dog after all.” Susie stuck out her tongue and obediently sat down next to Audrey.

"Your Majesty..." Alger was about to greet him, but before he could finish speaking, a strange eye appeared in front of the "Celestial Venerable," then turned into darkness, and finally became a black-haired, black-eyed man.

He wore a long black robe adorned with elaborate accessories, had long, dark curly hair that reached past his shoulders, and his eyes were covered by shadows, making it difficult to discern his exact features. Most importantly, he had several pairs of ethereal black wings on his back.

Heavens... an angel!?

Alger was trembling with excitement.

The Celestial Venerable actually has angels under his command!

“Lucifer, you’re late.” Klein looked at the true creator, not understanding why this big shot deliberately arrived three seconds late.

“I’m preparing some gifts for our first meeting,” Sasriel explained.

As he spoke, he turned to Audrey, Susie, and Alger, and smiled as he bowed slightly: "Lucifer, one of the eight archangels under the Heavenly Venerable, the fallen angel, greets the three of you."

“Hello, Mr. Lucifer, I am Justice,” Audrey said blankly.

She was no longer a novice in the extraordinary world; she knew what an angel was.

And as this person said, He is merely one of the eight angels under the Heavenly Venerable's command. Doesn't this mean that the Heavenly Venerable is indeed, as they speculated, an existence on par with the seven great gods?

"This is so interesting!" Audrey exclaimed inwardly.

This is terrible... Alger covered his face in despair.

The information that came one after another was like facing a mythical creature in a high-sequence state. Just knowing this information almost caused one's thoughts to become chaotic or stagnant, and emotions such as fear and joy that were hard to suppress arose.

The words of the Celestial Venerable echoed in his mind.

He immediately gained a new understanding of the existence of the Celestial Venerable.

The Celestial Venerable was a deity from an old era who was forced into a deep sleep for some reason. He was only recently revived and chose him and this Miss Justice as believers for a new era. This Dark Angel is the follower he awakened after regaining some of his power!
Damn it! I should have guessed sooner!

Alger was filled with remorse, regretting that he had discovered it too late and that His Majesty the Celestial had not witnessed his loyalty! (End of Chapter)