Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

“I see…” Klein gasped for breath, his massive form slowly shrinking until it returned to its original size: “I thought I could punch demigods and kick saints.”

"Given your current rate of progress, I believe it won't be long before you achieve it," Mr. Azik said with a faint smile.

"Thank you for your kind words. By the way, the matter of finding your past memories that I mentioned to you before has been settled." Klein looked at Mr. Azik and relayed the man's information and appearance to Lucifer, from which he learned Mr. Azik's true identity.

"..." Mr. Azik wore a complex expression that was hard to decipher, then said, "This is very good news, isn't it?"

In fact, if it weren't for Klein's request, he would have been prepared to quit his current job after a while and focus on finding his past memories.

The "father and son" sat down on the chairs in the university, and Klein began his narration: "Do you remember the Hades? The Hades Salinger Eggers."

Upon hearing the name, a scene suddenly flashed through Azik's mind.

It was a middle-aged or elderly man dressed in a dark black robe, whose facial features resembled those of a person from the Southern Continent. He seemed to be the Salinger that Klein had mentioned.

Opposite him stood another person, wearing a bird-shaped crown made of gold, dressed in a complex and gorgeous black robe, with bronze skin, soft features, but a very cold and stern expression.

Through his senses, Azik felt that the person was himself.

“Please continue,” Mr. Azik said.

“According to the clues I’ve obtained, Mr. Azik, you are the ‘Death Archon’ of the Fourth Age Byron Empire, Sequence Two of the Sleeper Path, the son of Salinger, Azik Eggers.” Klein continued, “You are the contingency plan of the Hades’ resurrection. He split your soul, taking one half and replacing it with a relic of the Phoenix Ancestor, Gregarley, stitching it back together with your soul, so…”

“That’s why I die and am resurrected again and again, losing my past memories. It’s all because my soul is incomplete.” Mr. Azik leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on his cane, and said with a wry smile, “To be honest, that Hades was not a good father.”

['Yesterday Once More': The source of amnesia has been revealed; all that remains is to wait for the soul to revive in the flow of time.]

[Source Power +1000]

“Mr. Azik?” Klein was somewhat worried about Azik’s condition.

"I'm fine, it's just that I suddenly heard about my less-than-pleasant past firsthand, and it made me a little sentimental," Mr. Azik sighed, then chuckled softly.

"Klein, you can never imagine what kind of emotions a person without a past would have. It's like a ship adrift at sea. The most terrifying thing is not encountering a storm, but not being able to find a port, not being able to find a route to land. You can only face disasters again and again, with no end in sight, and you can never feel peace or safety."

Today I heard the truth from you, and although it's not a pleasant one, it has freed me from my confusion. We come from a place, and we die in a place; this is the true meaning of life. Only today do I truly feel alive in this world. I'm leaving to find my past.

"..." Klein was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Mr. Azik, I actually host a special kind of party, which is held every Monday afternoon. If you have time, you can come to my party, which may be helpful for your search for memories."

“I will be there on time,” Azik said gently, looking at Klein.

……

Daffodil Street, West District, Tingen City.

Klein opened the curtains and let the golden sunlight shine into the bedroom.

After a good night's sleep, he felt much more relaxed.

Although Mr. Azik did not truly intend to kill him, the hierarchy of the sequence was still there. Just like in the Cthulhu Mythos, even if the gods do not care about ants, ants will be distorted simply for looking directly at the gods.

It took him just one night to break free from death and decay.

As for why he suddenly told Mr. Azik about the party, Klein's answer was, "It's a feeling."

For some reason, he always had an inexplicable trust in Mr. Azik.

If we had to make an analogy, it would be the kind of trust Xiao Yan had in Yao Lao.

Shaking his head to banish the idea of ​​putting Mr. Azik into the ring, Klein got dressed and went out to stroll around the streets, hoping to trigger some daily activities that would earn him Source Power.

Captain Dunn gave him a lot of autonomy, allowing him to decide his own working hours without being confined to the office. This led Rosanne to complain on several occasions that he didn't seem like a night watchman who had joined the job halfway through, but rather like one of the big shots sitting in the office in the sanctuary.

Not long after, he arrived at the Halls neighborhood and was captivated by the sights there.

A large number of residents surrounded the entrance of a company, seemingly demanding unpaid wages.

Damn it! It's been tens of thousands of years, how can there still be heartless bosses who don't pay wages?

Klein thought to himself, then stepped forward to watch the spectacle.

After listening to the surrounding residents chat for a while, I roughly figured out what had happened.

A man named Lanius left Tingen under the pretext of going to West Velas County to oversee mining operations, and never returned. The company's people went to search for him by steam train, only to find that his so-called high-grade, large iron ore deposits existed only on blueprints.

It is said that he absconded with more than £3 and had more than 200 victims.

That damn guy, it's another case of him using a shell company to scam investors, then running off with the donated money.

After all these years, people are still playing this trick.

Klein shook his head and stepped out of the crowd. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a blue, overlapping exclamation mark inexplicably falling above his head.

After clicking, an even more inexplicable task appeared—

Where are we going, Dad?!

[Megoss's request: She wants to know the whereabouts of her child's father, Lanius]

【Fate! Surrender to me!】

Ince Zangwell wants you to take on the 'Where Are We Going, Dad?' series of missions.

?

Klein slowly typed a question mark.

If he remembered correctly, Ince Zangwill was that archbishop who had defected from the church. Was he here? And had he set his sights on him? Where was he?

In less than a second, Klein's thoughts shifted from "Why did he want to take on the previous mission himself?" to "Where is he? I'm going to kill him."

According to information from the church, the former archbishop failed to advance to Sequence Four and remains at Sequence Five.

Quite by chance, Sequence Five was within the scope of events he was able to handle.

Without hesitation, Klein turned and left.

Upon returning to Blackthorn Security, he explained to Dunn that he had found Ince Zangwell and indicated that Megos might be involved in his plans.

This discovery excited Dunn, and he became even more excited after learning that Klein wanted to handle the matter himself.

The archbishop's betrayal was no different from a slap in the face to the church. Even providing clues about the archbishop's whereabouts could earn a substantial reward, and providing his detailed address would bring even greater rewards.

Not to mention what Klein said about capturing or killing the other party alive; in that case, as Klein's captain, the reward he would receive would be astronomical.

With this reward, he can exchange it for the next stage of the Dark Sequence potion, and he can also get a little closer to Daly.

"Do you need our help, such as applying for some useful sealing items or support?" Dunn asked solemnly, calming his excitement slightly.

Klein was his teammate, and he was responsible for his safety, even though his rank was above his.

"Don't worry, Captain, I can handle it myself," Klein thumped his chest and assured him, "Captain, you guys keep an eye on Megalos. As long as he hasn't successfully advanced to Sequence Four, I have at least a 50% chance of winning."

“Klein, perhaps we should play it safe. The church’s information is outdated; he might have already advanced,” Dunn added.

“Then we’ll just have to rely on luck,” Klein chuckled. “If we’re lucky, he’ll be a Sequence 5, so it’s a 50/50 chance. If we’re unlucky, he’ll be a Sequence 4, so it’s a 0/10 chance.”

Dunn was stunned. How come the chances of winning decreased after the other party successfully got promoted?
That's because he'll use a summoning talisman if he's certain he can't win.

I just don't know which important figure will be summoned.

"I'm leaving." Klein waved his hand without explaining further, and as he went out, he began to try to confirm Ince Zangwell's location.

Given Klein's status as a magician, he certainly couldn't divine the position of a quasi-demigod across levels; he needed to rely on some external forces.

"Lingering spirits; followers of the true Creator; eyes gazing upon destiny, angels representing fate, I need your help..."

As the chanting began, the phantom of Urelius appeared in Klein's mind.

"Honorable guest, Urolius heeds your call." Urolius's voice was as gentle as ever.

“Do me a favor and find this guy’s location.” Klein provided Urolius with information about Ince Zangwell and a map of Tingen.

Almost instantly, Klein received a message from Urolius.

Ouroboros is the angel king of the monster path, and his main focus is destiny.

He doesn't need to divine; he simply points his hand randomly on the map, and wherever he points is where he is.

Meanwhile, in a house just across the street from Blackthorn Security Company, a slightly pale hand held an unremarkable notebook. The person's other hand turned to the last page, paused briefly, and was about to write when the white quill pen moved on its own, writing the following in the notebook—

"Guided by fate, Klein found Ince Zangwell's place, and Ince Zangwell's script was about to come to an end."

"..."

Before the notebook, a one-eyed man wearing a double-breasted, pure black clerical robe, a soft cap, dark gold hair, and deep blue pupils stared at the words on the notebook. After a brief silence, he attempted to revise the text.

But no matter how hard he tried, the words in the notebook did not change at all.

The seal items 0-08 indicate that "historians record history truthfully, without altering a single word."

Upon discovering this, Ince Zangwell frowned slightly, closed his notebook, and prepared to leave.

He pushed open the door and stepped out, but the scenery before him suddenly changed.

He walked from the apartment building into a dense forest, and at the end of the mountain path beneath his feet, a man he recognized slowly emerged.

Klein stared directly at the former archbishop before him and the [lv59] mark above his head, a grin involuntarily spreading across his face: "So your name is Ince Zangwell?"

“Sequence Seven?” Ince Zangwell stared at Klein for two seconds, finding it absurd. He couldn’t understand why such an ant could find its location so easily.

“Me? Kill me and you can get out, or I’ll kill you and take your corpse with me,” Klein grinned.

The negative state was released, revealing its true form, which was more than two meters tall. The sound of the blood and qi flowing in its body was like a tsunami, with giant waves crashing into the sky.

“So it’s a monster.” Ince Zangwell sneered, and the shadow beneath his feet instantly wriggled, stretched, and condensed as if it were alive, enveloping him.

Under his gaze, Klein came crashing down like a battering ram. Faced with such a simple and straightforward attack, Ince Zangwell calmly raised his hand. An invisible spiritual ripple, carrying a strong aura of death and decay, spread out instantly from the point where his feet landed, like a stone thrown into a stagnant pool.

One after another, bare white bones burst forth from the ground beneath his feet, and then dozens of skeletons with eerie flames flickering in their eye sockets were launched out.

Klein let out a low shout, and his body blazed with heat like a red-hot furnace. The grass and trees within a radius of ten feet withered, and countless drops of moisture evaporated into mist, rising into the night.

A series of crisp sounds rang out as Klein swung his nine-ringed steel knife, smashing it like a pile of inferior porcelain, each strike bringing forth large shards of skull fragments.

Klein was like a bull charging into a wheat field, relying on sheer strength and solid defense to forcefully carve a path paved with bones, which inevitably made Ince Zangwell frown.

Even now, he only thinks of Klein as a lucky kid who obtained some kind of sealed artifact.

Just as Klein was about to break through the horde of skeletons and was less than ten meters away from him, Ince Zangwell made his move.

He stretched out his right hand, and the space beneath his feet, barely illuminated by the moonlight, suddenly distorted and collapsed, and a door "grew" out of thin air. (End of Chapter)