Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

Virtual universe!

Klein and the other two were all stunned by this grand term.

To create a virtual world to simulate the workings of the universe—what a magnificent plan!

"I am studying the mysteries of divinity and the extraordinary, and for this purpose I plan to build a virtual world in which the operation and interaction of various pathways will be simulated."

"To simulate reality as closely as possible, I need some real extraordinary individuals to participate in the testing. Currently, the testing is quite simple: it involves interacting with different extraordinary individuals and ordinary people using their abilities, and there are no safety risks involved."

White Tower looked at Audrey and Alger, "One is an audience member, and the other is a sailor. There are no real extraordinary individuals for either of these two paths in my virtual universe."

"Actually, there's no way," Lynn added to himself.

"Of course, I won't treat the test subjects unfairly. I've prepared some magical items as compensation for the test. And, if all goes well, this virtual universe will provide real feedback and help you digest the potion."

"Your generosity is evident to all," Alger complimented, not in a hurry to ask how to participate; the naive noble lady would take care of it.

This is the 10086th time Mr. Fool has wanted to create a new account.

That's a magical item! That can digest magic potions! I want to test the virtual universe too!

After the party ends, I'll try to create a new account first. If that doesn't work, I'll have to go find Lynn.

Thinking of Lynn, Klein couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He still didn't know what Lynn's purpose was in interfering with his thoughts. If it weren't for the fact that the gray fog seemed to have some kind of purifying effect, he would really be interfered with indefinitely.

"Mr. White Tower, how can we participate in testing your virtual universe?"

"Justice," Audrey asked, her eyes sparkling.

A virtual world where you can freely use your abilities, and it can even help you digest potions!

This is fantastic!

The mere prospect of witnessing other extraordinary individuals without any risk was enough to pique her interest, not to mention the prospect of seeing a new world.

"The virtual universe is not yet officially running; it's still in the draft stage. I call this test version 'Virtual Universe - First Fire Sandbox'."

"First Fire Sandbox" is just the version name; Lynn himself calls it the Virtual Universe Bata Test Server.

Subsequent versions included v0.1, v0.5, and other test versions, all the way to the official v1.0 version, Sea of ​​Reflections.

In that version, White Tower will be built as an open world, enabling full-path simulation and supporting large-scale multiplayer testing.

Further on, there will be large DLCs such as Ragnarok, Abyss of Fallen Gods, and The Last Emperor.

"Mr. Fool has just demonstrated the power to guide thought into concrete form. If Mr. Fool permits," Lynn, the "White Tower," looked at the Fool.

"I can build a 'Virtual Universe - First Fire Sandbox' at this gathering location, and you can then participate."

"At the same time, if Mr. Fool is willing to try more, he can come to the First Fire Sandbox not only during the party time, but also at other times."

Lynn plans to place a "server" directly on the source fortress and save backups of his own voids.

After all, Source Castle is arguably the safest place in the world, and its ability to freely recruit people makes it convenient to test and expand its scale.

Currently, the test can only be conducted at gatherings. Once Klein unlocks the prayer response ritual, only Klein's response will be required.

Klein's inner monologue: Huh? Why is my buddy looking for me again?

  

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A little tune about facing reality~~

Klein realized something big: he had made the decision to pretend the Fool was in control based on justice and the Hanged Man's bewildered reaction, but the White Tower's involvement put him in a difficult position.

Simply put, the White Pagoda knows too much!

Klein suspected that his understanding of the Gray Fog far exceeded his own, and that he knew many operations that even he himself was unaware of. This kind of overwhelming knowledge was terrifying, and White Tower's unconscious actions could bring everyone into his rhythm!

In a flash, Klein came up with a solution: In any case, I am the master of the gray fog, and the White Tower was brought here after all. The more he knows, the more he will fear this power.

It is indeed necessary to demonstrate the authority of the "Fool".

A series of knocking sounds rang out from the head of the table, and everyone turned their gaze toward Mr. Fool.

The Fool's voice rang out with a light laugh: "I'd love to try more things, but I need some time to consider everyone's safety."

Religious texts from all over the world contain descriptions of not looking directly at God. Klein had always thought this was a sign of respect for the gods, but under the pressure he had just experienced, Klein's mind made an association.

Terrifying murmurs occur during ascension and ascension to the Gray Mist. Regardless of their true nature, they are a powerful manifestation. And what is the strongest being?

Gods.

Klein had every reason to doubt that the gods could do it; even if the righteous gods couldn't, the evil gods that Captain Dunn mentioned certainly could.

What is the Fool? He is an evil god!

"Mr. Fool is so kind," Audrey thought, "and he still cares about our safety."

This is intimidation! Alger, the "Hanged Man," was already sweating profusely when he spoke at the White Tower. In his view, the White Tower was clearly testing the limits of Mr. Fool's abilities, and Mr. Fool was also showing intimidation!

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White Tower smiled, pleased to see Klein demonstrate such adaptability. In the identity created by Lynn Aberrent, White Tower's form was responsible for getting things done and solving problems, so he was straightforward and only concerned with whether the problem was solved.

Therefore, the answer above did not take into account that Klein had not yet created his own honorific name.

Of course, there are also their own considerations; this is a reaction to the White Tower not knowing the truth about the Fool.

Moreover, the previous answer actually gave the Fool the initiative; he could have stalled with just a few words. However, Klein delivered a high-scoring answer that increased his authority, which pleased Lynn greatly. His growth had not slowed down because of his presence; in fact, it had accelerated.

In the face of impending doom, anything that can be accelerated is a good thing.

"I will obey your will." The White Tower indicated its submission.

The Fool looked around and said, "Let's call it a day."

"As you wish," Audrey and Alger said simultaneously, rising to their feet.

Klein leaned back slightly, severing the connection. The illusory and blurry figures of "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The White Tower" quickly shattered and dissipated.

Above the gray fog, in the magnificent hall that resembled the abode of a god, only he remained, sitting quietly at the head of the long bronze table.

Unlike last time, Klein did not fall directly into the gray fog and leave this place, because as an extraordinary being, he could hold on for a while longer.

Now that he knew the Night Watchers' true attitude toward the Antigonus family notes, he decided that he should pretend to be seriously searching for them instead of just lying down and going to sleep, otherwise Dunn Smith and the others would suspect that he had done something in the house.

And today's harvest was quite substantial.

Klein sat in the high-backed chair at the head of the bronze table, his arms resting on the armrests, his fingers interlaced as he calmly surveyed the boundless gray fog. He felt that the place was empty and silent, as if no one had set foot there for thousands of years.

"Justice" and "The Hanged Man" are both cooperative, but "The White Tower"...

Klein tapped his fingers lightly on the table. The White Tower's knowledge of occultism was too extensive; sending him to the party was truly a high-risk, high-reward endeavor.

On the one hand, White Tower's tendency to be a know-it-all leads him to disclose a lot of information that Klein needs, and the resources White Tower brings are even more enviable. On the other hand, White Tower seeks higher-end deals, which makes it easy for him to expose the truth.

For example, this time, Klein could also guess the White Tower's thinking. Since it can pull people, it must be no problem to pull people at any time, right? I've never heard of any god not listening to prayers when he's sleeping!

"But I'm a startup-stage evil god..." Klein rubbed his temples, thinking with a touch of self-deprecation, "Maybe the reason the gods no longer manifest is because there are too many believers disturbing them."

After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Klein made his decision: to continue walking the tightrope!

The situation around us is too dangerous. The Antigonus family's notes are still lost, unknown demigods are spying around, and Lynn, his fellow countryman, is not in good condition either. He is already walking a tightrope. Adding another White Tower would actually balance things out!

Thinking of this, Klein looked at the surrounding stars again. When he established the connection earlier, he discovered that he could now 'summon' one more.

But he doesn't plan to try it impulsively now, because he doesn't know what the new recruits will be like, or what their attitudes will be. After all, not everyone can integrate so quickly with the unique personalities of "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The White Tower," each getting what they need, and they seem willing to keep it a secret. If he recruits someone like Dunn Smith, then his newly established "mysterious organization" will immediately be exposed to the "watchful eye of the Church."

As the big boss of an "evil" organization, his future is uncertain.

Klein knew that this gray fog was very special and understood that it was not something that an extraordinary being like Dunn Smith could "crack". But the problem was that since there was extraordinary power involved, the existence of gods had to be considered.

Klein now firmly believes that the seven orthodox deities truly exist, and that they are the Sequence Zero that Lynn mentioned.

But even though they were subject to some strict restrictions, and at least since the Fifth Age, apart from a few oracles, they had not performed any further deeds, Klein dared not gamble on that possibility.

"Heh, forcing people to join isn't a good thing either. Nobody wants to get dragged into a mysterious incident for no reason... Let's wait and see..."

Klein rubbed his temples and began his second attempt, trying to imagine a "smaller" version of himself.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he saw a figure appear at the bottom of the bronze table. The figure was dressed in a black tailcoat and a top silk hat, with a blank expression and wooden movements. Even though it was shrouded in illusory gray mist, it was clear that something was wrong with it.

No, I'll have to ask Lynn later... Klein tried several more times, sighed, and gave up the idea of ​​creating a new account on his own.

Then, Klein was not too surprised to find that he had forgotten to ask Lynn for her contact information.

Life is tough, even a cat sighs.

What exactly is wrong with Lynn...? Klein sighed and stood up.

He unleashed his spirituality, sensing the existence of his body, and then began to mimic the heavy feeling of a rapid descent.

The light and shadow before his eyes immediately changed, the gray fog and crimson instantly disappeared, and Klein seemed to have pierced through an endless film of water, finally seeing the real world and the dimness filling the room.

This time, he was fully conscious and fully experienced the process.

"Strange... The gray mist and the spirit world are still a bit different..." Klein moved his hands and feet, feeling the reality of flesh and blood.

He pondered this for a while, then shook his head, walked to his desk, and reached out to pull the curtains closed.

brush!

The curtains were pulled back, and sunlight streamed in, filling the room with light.

Looking out the bulging window at the street and the passersby, Klein took a breath and muttered to himself:

"Time to get out to work."

"How should I play the role of a 'fortune teller'?"

"This can't be rushed... I only know how to use spiritual vision for now..."

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The eerie green flame, tinged with deep purple starlight, went out, and the pale "void" opened its "eyes."

From an empty perspective, the world loses its color, revealing its true nature.

The structure of matter is calculated, the information of the spirit world is restored, the symbols of the astral realm are measured, concepts and rules are decomposed, and finally all of this is analyzed again, completely transformed into clusters of information, "empty" facing this world, as if facing a program.

Soon, the writing of "The Hollow" began.

It constructs a suitable physical body, allowing it to reach the limits of the physical world, and then constructs a spiritual body for this body, allowing it to reach the third level of sequence, and enabling it to establish a spiritual connection with its surroundings.

"Void" then created a suitable identity for it in the river of fate, placing it among the symbols of humanity in the astral plane.

He would be a humorous and easygoing person, a compassionate person, a visitor from a foreign land.

"Oh, my wanderer far from home."

"You are the captain of a ship longing for home."

"You are a follower of the green flame."

"You are a pioneer of change who ignites hope."

Then, "Lynn" opened his eyes.

Lynn Aberrant then took out a cluster of eerie green fire with deep purple starlight and constructed a spiritual body for it, reaching the pinnacle of spirituality. The spiritual body that carried the fire would reach the level of an archangel. Next, he implanted symbols of exploration and knowledge into the astral plane and finally created an ordinary physical body for the spiritual body.

The final, suitable destiny will be created for an ultimate seeker of knowledge, a person on the path to saving the world.

"A visitor from the land of embers."

"You are the flame that saves reality."

"You are a seeker of the essence of the world."

Then the "White Pagoda" opened its eyes.

He adapted to his fragile body like a strong man adapts to a thin garment. He looked at Lynn opposite him, who gave him a wicked smile.

Lynn reached out to put his arm around White Tower's shoulder, saying, "Dude, I'm back in the game!"

As a result, he fell to the ground due to the chaotic view.

As a result, the whole thing collapsed.

White Tower looked calmly at Lynn, who had fallen to the ground, then helplessly reached out to help him up, only to fall to the ground himself.

Lynn Aberrant wanted to cover his forehead, so Lynn and White Tower covered their foreheads together.

"Let's just allow one event at a time from now on," Lynn Aberrent thought to himself.