Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Monday, 3 PM.

Another Genting party has begun.

Klein sat at the highest point and made requests to each of the members, whether he had recruited them or they had joined by chance.

The first to respond were Audrey the Righteous and Susie the Priestess, followed by Derrick the Sun, and then Alger the Hanged Man.

Finally, Lucifer, Mr. Azik, and Adam entered the great hall one after another.

“Oh, Azik, long time no see.” Lucifer ignored Adam and struck up a conversation with Azik.

“Hmm…it’s you.” Azik looked at Lucifer and Adam, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

During this time, he also recalled many past memories and naturally knew the true identities of Lucifer and Adam. He never expected that Klein had grown to this extent without his knowledge.

"I didn't expect you to invite me to your party." Adam ignored Lucifer and simply found a seat.

“There’s something important that I need you to do,” Klein said.

Adam nodded slightly upon hearing this and said nothing more.

"Um, Your Excellency, may I ask who these gentlemen are...?"

Of the three children, only Audrey was fearless and unafraid. After they quieted down and greeted each other with their skirts, she became curious about the identities of Azik, Adam, and Derrick.

“This is a new member, whose title is ‘The Sun’.” Klein looked at Derrick and introduced them one by one: “This is Miss ‘Justice’, Mr. ‘The Hanged Man’, Mr. ‘Lucifer’, Mr. ‘Azik’, and Mr. ‘Adam’.”

Klein had asked Mr. Azik beforehand if he wanted to choose a code name for the party, but Mr. Azik refused, because he felt that at the moment, all he had was his name, and he was unwilling to give it up.

As for Adam, He had no say.

"Hello, I'm the sun," Derrick said cheerfully.

"This guy isn't very smart," Alger quickly concluded in his mind.

"It seems the new member is easy to get along with," Audrey thought to herself.

“Mr. Fool, I have found two more pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary.”

Seeing that the party was getting down to business, Audrey quickly said something.

Oh, so there are fresh melons to eat again?
Klein perked up and calculated the Source Power he had gained during this period. He was two hundred short of another ten-pull, and Rosell's diary could provide him with about one hundred. The remaining one hundred would depend on whether he could find a suitable mission.

"Miss Justice, what do you hope to gain?"

“Your Excellency, I am about to finish digesting the ‘Audience’ potion and enter the next stage. I would like to know the sequence name and corresponding abilities of the Audience pathway hypnotist.”

Oh, my dear Miss Justice, you are truly my lucky star!
Klein almost couldn't suppress his smile.

If Audrey successfully advances to the next level, then the final hundred units of source power will be secured.

As long as the sequence name and the corresponding ability are provided, it's not a particularly demanding requirement. Audrey herself could find some clues by spending more time.

“A reasonable request,” Klein said calmly.

"Huh? Can we exchange information about the Divine Path?" Derrick had originally planned to observe more and speak less at the first gathering, as the chief had suggested, but after seeing the news that 'Justice' had exchanged information with His Holiness the Celestial Venerable for the Divine Path, he could no longer hold back: "Your Holiness the Celestial Venerable, what price would I have to pay if I wanted the initial sequence of the 'Sun' Path?"

Oh? The initial sequence? Isn't this a beginner's bonus?
Audrey and Alger were taken aback, then suddenly realized that it was Mr. Lucifer who had brought them.

"'Sun' pathway? The 'Sun' pathway of Sequence 9 'Singer'?" After figuring this out, Alger immediately asked in return.

Derrick thought for a moment and said, "It should be this, but I lack knowledge about it."

"If you lack understanding, why choose this path? Wouldn't it be safer to choose another path that you understand better?" Audrey asked, puzzled.

“Because I want to become the sun, to bring light to Silver City,” Derrick said sincerely and earnestly.

“Silver City…where is that?” Audrey asked tentatively, while Alger listened attentively.

Alger has decided that he will not speak unless absolutely necessary on this occasion.

He could tell that the two new gentlemen were most likely high-ranking angel-level powerhouses.

He speculated that this was a result of the Celestial Venerable's strength gradually recovering.

This is good news for him.

Having chosen to accept the gift from Mr. Lucifer, there was no turning back.

He has no choice but to go down this path and become a traitor in the Church of the Lord of Storms.

In this situation, the faster His Excellency the Celestial Venerable recovers his strength, the greater his chances of saving his life.

"Don't you know Silver City?" Derrick was initially puzzled, but then he dismissed all his teachings and preconceived notions.

As he recounted his story, those present learned that the Silver City was a surviving human city-state from the land forsaken by the gods.

Here, there is no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky, only unchanging darkness and lightning that tears everything apart. As a result, plants cannot grow, and they are severely lacking in food, so they can only rely on hunting dark monsters with flesh and certain mutated animals to fill their stomachs.

Whether ordinary or extraordinary, after death they become evil spirits, and only those of the same bloodline can end their lives.

The more Audrey listened, the heavier her heart became. She could hardly imagine the suffering the residents had to endure in such harsh conditions.

“But we have always believed in the Creator of all things, and we have always believed that He will hear our voices and return, uh…” Derrick stopped abruptly, looking at Klein somewhat awkwardly.

Alger covered his forehead in despair. This guy called the Sun was a complete idiot, actually saying he believed in other gods in front of His Majesty the Celestial.

As he was contemplating whether or not to plead with His Excellency the Celestial Venerable, he cautiously raised his head to observe His Excellency the Celestial Venerable's expression, only to discover something strange.

The Celestial Venerable, Mr. Lucifer, and Mr. Azik were all looking at Mr. Adam with strange expressions.

"Adam..." Alpha thought of the name and felt it was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

“All of this is just a necessary sacrifice,” Adam said calmly.

He is indeed the divine incarnation of the ancient sun god, but as a divine incarnation, it means that he possesses absolute rationality. To him, the inhabitants of the Silver City are merely members of a script.

Of course, having encountered it here, it had no intention of running away.

"I will deliver the first four sequences of the Solar Path and the corresponding potions to you at the next gathering."

"I can't accept this," Derrick said somewhat embarrassedly.

“This is what you deserve, child,” Lucifer said with a smile. After that, Audrey, Susie, and Derrick asked a few more questions about the supernatural or the real world, some of which were answered by Alger, and others by Mr. Azik or Adam.

Soon, the party came to an end. After Audrey and the others left, Klein smiled and looked at Mr. Azik, asking, "How are you feeling, Mr. Azik?"

“It was a very interesting gathering. If nothing unexpected happens, I will attend every gathering from now on,” Mr. Azik said with a light laugh.

Whether it's the simple-minded Derrick, the righteous Audrey, or the somewhat cunning but not overly scheming Alger, they are all excellent juniors in his eyes.

Being able to help some children grow in the process of tracing their memories is also a rare and novel experience for him.

"Now can you get to the important matter you've been talking about?" Adam asked.

“The first and most important thing is that I need a respectable name,” Klein said seriously and earnestly.

After a brief silence, Adam got up to leave.

"Your name is a matter of anchoring, my dear Comrade. As a fellow glorious successor of communism, I believe you will not be stingy with your precious time."

"..." Another silence fell, and Adam turned around and sat back down in his seat.

"Then, the Klein Name Discussion Group is now officially established." Klein snapped his fingers, and the group arrived at the coffee shop, where various desserts, cigarettes, and drinks were laid out on the table in front of them.

Mr. Azik lit a Liqun cigarette with a look of curiosity and put it in his mouth.

It tastes good...

"Do you have any requests?" Lucifer took out a notebook and asked in a pretentious manner, just like when he was having a company meeting.

“First of all, my name must contain words that represent ‘good luck,’ ‘destiny,’ or ‘fortune,’” Klein, the client, proposed as his first suggestion.

“Continue,” Adam continued.

"Secondly, it can appropriately embody 'bravery,' 'combat,' and 'ultimate skills.'"

"Finally, we need to connect it to this place, such as 'the Heavenly Dome,' 'the Supreme Lord,' or 'the Jade Emperor.'"

"To be honest, you're much more honest than those damn clients," Lucifer retorted.

The three people present were all high-ranking experts, and two of them even had three honorary titles.

Before long, Klein's honorable name was freshly bestowed upon him—

"The eternal embodiment of blessings and protection, the invincible supreme god, the supreme lord of the Thirty-Three Heavens."

“Very well, then let’s move on to the second thing.” Klein chuckled, looked at Adam, and tossed the sealed artifact 0-08 into his hand: “I agree to the deal you mentioned.”

“The right decision.” Adam smiled. “Then we can begin planning the hunt for Amon. I will help you extract his uniqueness.”

“No need for that. Just tell me His name.” Klein snapped his fingers again, and the scene around them changed once more, bringing them back to the original location of the Source Castle, above a layer of gray mist.

"can."

"Playing with the hands of time; roaming the shadow of fate; the embodiment of deception and mischief..."

Klein began to chant, his deep voice rising in the boundless gray fog, carrying a peculiar rhythm that pierced through the eternal silence.

He began to release the aura of the Source Castle little by little. This aura was like the most dazzling lighthouse in the dark universe, piercing through the layers of veils between reality and illusion.

“He’s being cautious,” Adam said, believing that Klein’s actions were merely making things worse.

Klein smiled but said nothing.

Unseen by everyone, the only gold card he drew, [Russell's Gaze], was quietly taking effect.

A place abandoned by God.

Amon, who was searching for Chernobyl, seemed to sense something, raised his head slightly, and revealed a strange smile.

Under Klein's gaze, a tiny, absolutely black dot appeared without warning in the unchanging gray mist deep within the Source Castle.

A figure wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle, dressed in a classic black robe, walked out from inside.

This is not Amon's true form, but merely a Time Worm.

He casually glanced around, adjusted his monocle, and said with a smile, "Was it you who called me?"

“Yes, it was me calling you,” Klein grinned.

For some reason, he always felt a nameless anger rise in his heart when he saw this god of mischief and deception.

The next moment, everything changed. Source Castle was once again covered by the Heavenly Court's plates, and they arrived at a valley scene that Klein had previously exchanged for, used for combat training.

“Unfortunately, I am merely an avatar; you cannot obtain anything from me.” Amon casually sat on a boulder and said in a relaxed tone, “Perhaps you could try to kill me.”

“Wrong,” Klein corrected. “Here, even a clone of you can take what I want from you.”

Amon maintained his smile, looked up, and adjusted the monocle on his right eye.

On the monocle made of crystal, countless symbols, patterns, and logos stand out, moving rapidly, intertwining, rearranging, or changing, as if calculating something.

The next moment, His expression froze for a split second.

He saw the sky above him, where a vortex had opened up, roaring as beams of light were released from it.

These tiny specks of light, no bigger than grains of rice, continuously converged into His body. Soon, His avatar progressed to become a demigod, a saint, an angel, and finally the King of Angels.

He became the essence.

He tried to steal Klein's idea, but failed.

He tried to leave the valley, but was bounced back by an invisible force.

An ancient, weathered giant wall clock, composed of twelve segments of "Time Worms" that exude a sense of vicissitude, appeared and rang. But this seemed to trigger some kind of restriction, as illusory and transparent chains appeared out of thin air, binding His hands and feet and fixing Him in place.

"How did you do that?" Amon asked Klein.

Klein didn't answer, but clapped his hands, and then Adam, Lucifer, and Mr. Azik walked out from various places one after another.

“Amon, you have at least three things to say now,” Klein grinned. (End of Chapter)