Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Countless twisted, writhing ghostly spirits were forcibly mixed together. Thick, grayish-white death energy, like a viscous liquid, seeped out from the cracks in the door, dripping onto the ground and corroding small, sizzling black pits.

The illusory gate opened, and pale arms stretched out eagerly.

The timing and location of the Gate of the Dead were extremely tricky, blocking Klein's inevitable path of attack.

In Ince Zangwell's calculations, given Klein's kinetic energy, it's impossible to stop it no matter how you look at it.

They either smash the gates of the dead with overwhelming force, or they are banished to the world of the dead.

Based on his assessment of Klein's power, the opponent definitely did not have the ability to break through the Gate of the Dead. So, kid, accept your death peacefully. I'll gladly accept your sealed artifact.

Ince Zangwell's face lit up with the joy of victory, but his smile quickly froze.

Under his own eyes, Klein's physique suddenly increased by another order of magnitude.

With just one impact, countless souls that formed the door twisted, shattered, and dissipated under the impact of this immense power. At the same time, he saw Klein's arms cross, and ripples of air bursting from his elbows.

What do you want to do?
Ince Zangwell looked puzzled, reached up and made a grasping motion. Streams of cold, deathly energy were summoned and instantly converged, transforming into countless gray-black mists that resembled venomous snakes or tentacles, guarding his side.

boom!
Klein took a step forward, and the ground three zhang away rippled like water, then suddenly sank, and soil and stones tumbled out!

He carried with him a surging current of air, leaving behind a pure white shockwave that seemed to be burning fiercely, with an incomparably violent momentum.

Without any warning, and before even the deathly aura barrier around him could react, Klein's elbow had already struck his jaw.

The death aura was instantly shattered, and Inszangwell's body was sent flying like a cannonball.

Elbow strikes are very effective.

Klein grinned. Once locked on, unless the opponent was significantly higher level or had exceptional melee combat skills, even a fragile mage like Inszangwill would be severely injured or killed if hit.

"Damn guy!"

The sound of clenched teeth rang out, and the boiling shadow in the distance re-coalesced, Ince Zangwell's jaw was severely deformed.

He roared, and the shadow beneath his feet expanded and spread like boiling ink. The soil beneath Klein's feet suddenly became soft and sticky like a swamp, and several withered, skeletal claws made of pure shadow and death energy suddenly emerged.

The skeletons grabbed Klein's ankles, trying to drag him into the bottomless, shadowy swamp.

In response, Klein grinned, and visible streams of energy gathered around his body. In the blink of an eye, a crimson aura of blood, like flames, surged from his body. With a hissing sound, the wisp of ghostly mist wrapped around him seemed to have encountered its nemesis, dissolving violently and rapidly thinning out.

Klein took a step forward, unleashing terrifying power from his entire body, and slammed his elbow into Ince Zangwell's jaw on the other side.

In an instant, Ince Zangwell didn't even have a chance to scream before his head exploded. His headless corpse roared through the air, flying more than ten feet before crashing heavily into the rock wall of the valley and embedding itself deeply.

[You have overcome the level restriction and won a battle. You have gained 5000 combat experience.]

[You have acquired a new module – Gatekeeper (including the abilities of Corpse Keeper, Gravedigger, Necromancer, Necromancer Mentor, and Gatekeeper Sequence), which can be dissolved into Source Force]

You have obtained the artifact: Skull of the Son of the Death Archon.

The skull of Mr. Azik’s son?

Klein paused for a moment, then quickly put away the skull and Ince Zangwell's headless corpse, and found a strange notebook inside his clothes.

what is this?
Klein opened the notebook with some curiosity.

To my astonishment, what I wrote was his itinerary over the past two weeks.

No, it doesn't seem like a record; it's more like a script.

The other party is guiding my actions step by step!
[Absorbable source energy detected. Absorb?]

Just then, a barrage of comments appeared before his eyes, making Klein even more certain that the notebook in front of him was the sealed artifact 0-08 that he had stolen from the Church of the Goddess of Night.

Should I keep it for myself, or exchange it for source energy directly?
Klein was in a bit of a dilemma.

This thing looks like a rare item, and if it were converted into source energy, it would be an astronomical figure. It's a huge loss to have taught him this.

But it would be difficult to explain if I didn't return it to them...

tangled...

Suppressing his thoughts and deciding to think as he went, Klein suddenly stopped at a corner just before reaching Blackthorn Security Company.

Following his gaze, a figure with a bright [lv99] on his head and a warm smile on his face appeared. He resembled a devout believer, dressed in a simple white robe, with a pale golden beard covering the lower half of his face. His hands were clasped in front of a silver cross pendant on his chest, his expression gentle and calm.

Damn it!
"Hello, Mysterious. There are changes about you that I don't know about." A warm smile appeared on Adam's lips as he stepped in front of Klein.

"And who are you?" Klein took a step back, clutching the summoning stone tightly in his hand.

“You can call me Adam, or you can call me the Ancient Sun God.” Adam looked at Klein.

Klein swallowed hard. He knew, of course, that Adam was the divine essence of the ancient sun god, but he just didn't understand why He would suddenly seek him out.

“You don’t seem surprised. Well, you did, you connected with the true creator through Selena Wood and Ouro. The only thing that intrigues me is how you restrained His madness.”

"That's fine, like this." Klein chuckled awkwardly, not understanding why Adam had come to him.

“You don’t need to worry. I believe you know that I have inherited all my divinity. Therefore, I will make the choice that is most beneficial to myself.” Adam’s warm smile remained unchanged as he spoke calmly and slowly: “Compared to being your enemy, I would rather be your ally. After all, the secrets you possess may have already transcended the sequence.”

"If you don't mind, could we talk somewhere else? You know I'm just an ordinary person who hasn't officially absorbed the potion yet, and I don't feel safe chatting here."

Klein spoke casually, but his right hand, which was pressing on the summoning stone, was actually itching to act. If Adam showed any sign of overturning the table, he would summon two gods to attack him together.

According to his own deduction, the cyan level reward corresponds to Sequence 9 to Sequence 3, the blue level reward corresponds to Sequence 2 and Sequence 1, the purple level corresponds to Sequence 0, and the gold level, which has only appeared once so far and whose function is unknown, should represent existence beyond the sequence.

If he's lucky, two summoning stones would be enough to beat this angel king so badly he wouldn't even recognize his own mother.

“Of course.” Adam spread his hands, showing an attitude of resignation.

Klein nodded, snapped his fingers lightly, and in the next instant, an invisible wave enveloped him and Adam. A modern hall surrounded by red curtains appeared before Adam, and melodious piano music began to play. Adam looked toward the source of the sound and saw a piano playing its keys on its own, even though no one was playing it.

He was very familiar with this piece of music; he had heard it countless times in the distant past.

The stirring melody seemed to transport him back to the years before the Great Cataclysm.

“This is the scene I set up when Lucifer came last time. I think you’ll like it.” Klein led Adam to the coffee shop not far from the piano: “Coffee, tea, or Coca-Cola?”

"If possible, please give me a bottle of vodka," Adam replied after a moment's thought.

“Of course.” Klein casually conjured a cup of '96° Water of Life' along with a variety of delicious foods, including Sara pork belly, mashed potatoes, and sausages, from thin air and handed it to Adam. “What did you mean by forming an alliance?”

Adam glanced at these things with slight surprise. They were not fake or figments of his imagination; they actually existed. The sausages even had brand-new outer packaging, and the production date was July 19, 2025.

He held the glass containing the water of life to his nose and sniffed it gently, but did not drink it; instead, he showed a hint of longing.

He could indeed easily conjure up these things, but their meaning was different, and the feelings they evoked in Him were entirely different.

"Compared to the true creator and me, who do you prefer to lead the resurrection?" Adam slowly savored the taste of sausage and mashed potatoes, and only asked with a smile after chewing and swallowing.

“He.” Without any hesitation, Klein chose…

During this period, the true Creator explained the concepts of divinity and humanity to him, and this is also recorded in the notes of Emperor Roselle.

Compared to a completely rational god, he still prefers a humanized, real creator.

Because God and humans understand problems from completely different perspectives.

This can be seen in the fact that Emperor Roselle broke with the god of steam and machinery.

God only stands high above, looking down upon humanity, and makes decisions that He deems correct and appropriate.

In that case, if faced with a choice between the lives of humanity as a whole and those of a portion of humanity, God would undoubtedly sacrifice the lesser to save the greater.

But that's not fair, and he would never agree to it.

"What if I told you that my success was inevitable, that fate had already laid the groundwork?" Adam probed.

Klein's answer was simple: "I only trust my fists."

"Compared to the mysterious path, I still think the Twilight Giants path suits you better." Adam chuckled, then continued, "In that case, it's no longer suitable for us to form an alliance. Let's proceed with the rest through a transaction."

“Okay.” Klein nodded readily.

Putting everything else aside, at least in this small area, he still has the final say.

“I need the sealed artifact 0-08 in your possession. It concerns whether I can return to Sequence 0 to prepare for the impending apocalypse,” Adam calmly continued. “In exchange, I will provide you with information about an angel who is a Sequence 0 on the wrong path and will be of great help to you in completing your personhood.”

"You mean, Amon?" Klein had heard Lucifer mention this rebellious son. He said that Amon was extremely dangerous and that it was best not to let the other party discover his existence without sufficient preparation.

“Yes, I can help you extract the unique error from Amon’s body.” Adam looked at Klein, his clear, childlike eyes devoid of any other emotion.

"Why?" Klein asked, puzzled. "As far as I know, you have a close relationship with Amon."

“Because I see no chance of winning in Him,” Adam said calmly. “As a father, I have reason to save my child’s life in a gamble with no chance of winning.”

If Klein didn't possess such an incomprehensible secret, He might have even helped Amon attempt to seize the mysterious position.

But Klein is now completely beyond His control. Judging from his reaction when they first met, he has the ability to deal with Him and even destroy Him.

In this situation, He did not believe that Amun had even the slightest chance of winning.

And given Amon's style of doing things, when he encounters this newly emerged enigmatic figure, he will definitely pull off a not-so-funny prank.

By then, it will be truly too late to recover what has been done.

“Well, that’s a very convincing reason.” Klein shrugged. “However, I need some time to consider it. Perhaps I can give you an answer when we meet again.”

“Absolutely.” Adam nodded slightly.

The world turned upside down again, and Klein and he returned to their apartment.

After tasting the water of life in his hand, Adam smiled and said, "After this transaction is successful, I will provide you with another piece of information in a while, which I believe you will find very interesting."

"And what's the price?" Klein asked.

From the conversation just now, he could roughly sense that the other party was not a god who was good at giving without expecting anything in return.

"Time will tell." Adam didn't answer, bowed slightly, and disappeared.

Riddler, get out of Tingen!

Klein chuckled and shook his head. These influential figures all liked to say only half the story.

He returned to the Night Watchers' Hall, where Captain Dunn had already led Leonard and the others to find Megaoth's location. Only Rosanne and Old Neil, who had confirmed that the area was uncontaminated, remained in the office.

Compared to Rosanne, who was just an ordinary person, old Neil was clearly more suitable to hand over Ince Zangwell's body.

"So, Klein, you single-handedly took down a Sequence 5 who was almost promoted to Sequence 4?"

Inside the armory, old Neil stared at Ince Zangwell's corpse and subconsciously touched his own neck.

Goddess above, Old Neil is still alive!

If he remembered correctly, a few months ago, when he was corrupted and mutated, Klein punched him in the head.

He had previously complained that the young man was too rough, but now it seems the other party had held back. (End of Chapter)