Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 261 The Transmigrators

Klein had been observing the interactions between the participants throughout the meeting.

He hoped to deduce the region these people had been in before their journey by observing their verbal tics and to explore patterns, but unfortunately, this approach yielded little result.

However, upon observation, he noticed that some of the people here had clearly been reincarnated into powerful forces, and the mysterious knowledge they possessed was very rewarding for Klein.

"Everyone, do you know the truth about time travel?" Klein asked this question during a break.

The atmosphere at the gathering paused slightly, and the time travelers fell silent.

"We had already discussed this at previous gatherings, but what we can confirm now is that our time travel times are all the same: early morning of June 28, 1349."

"As for why we traveled through time..." Rosell shook his head slightly; now was not the time to reveal the truth.

Klein didn't have high hopes, but he caught a key point in Russell's words.

Same day!

"Was there anything special about that day?" Klein continued to ask.

"The Blood Moon has brought about changes, spirituality has fluctuated, and there are undercurrents in both the spirit world and the astral realm. This is a record I found in the church." A familiar voice rang out, and Klein recognized him.

It was Belt Moore, codenamed "Shadow," who introduced him.

However, a blood moon is just a rare natural phenomenon in this world.

As for the spirit realm and the astral realm, those are beyond their current comprehension.

Most of the current members of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society are Sequence Nine or Sequence Eight, while Klein's Sequence Seven is already among the strongest.

"Are there any other clues?" Klein asked, somewhat unwilling to give up.

"The method of travel," Gandalf added, "In the information we've gathered, everyone had received some suspicious items before their journey."

"These things could be talismans, spells, or even a strange mobile app."

"However, as far as I'm concerned, the suspicious thing that led me to time travel has lost its effectiveness after I arrived."

Gandalf does not shy away from discussing this issue.

"I tried to go back, but all my attempts failed."

It's lost its effectiveness?! Klein's pupils contracted.

His transfer ritual also failed, but he did reach the top of the gray fog!

Did the other transmigrators not have the same "cheat code" as those above the gray fog?

Klein had thought of that.

"Mine won't work either." Hela nodded in agreement.

The others also stated that they had not received anything from it!

It's possible that someone is lying, but... Klein fell silent.

Let's leave that topic aside for now. Every time traveler is curious about the reason for their journey, but it seems to involve too much to be explored at this point.

"Hmm... Do you have any information about demons, the Blood Cult, or other evil cults?"

"Shadow," Bert asked, and the whole question made Klein suppress his doubts and listen attentively.

"An evil cult? My church, 'Eternal Sun,' seems to be keeping an eye on these kinds of things lately."

"Our 'Church of Mother Earth' is also one of them."

"steam……"

"storm……"

More and more members of the Church of the Righteous God began to speak out, and then everyone realized the seriousness of the matter.

"This is a world-class event," Hela concluded.

"Um... I am an apprentice of the 'Rose School'."

"Holy crap!" The guy next to him almost jumped up.

We were just discussing evil cults, and now someone has exposed themselves?

"There's a traitor among us..." Rosell crossed his arms and gestured to everyone.

"I didn't want this either! The moment I transmigrated, a madman forced a potion down my throat! Now I can't even play my role properly!"

This guy was pouring out his grievances; it was truly miserable.

"Is it really that unlucky?" People around them cast sympathetic glances.

"The permissives are powerful now, but I feel their ideology will run into problems sooner or later. The temperance faction is better."

Klein's eyes lit up. Wasn't this a living example of an evil cultist?

"Which route are you on?" Klein asked.

"The 'Prisoner' pathway—I'm incredibly unlucky! Sequence eight of this pathway is called 'Madman,' and Sequence seven is called 'Werewolf'!"

None of them are any good; they're even more abstract than my circus… Klein nodded slightly.

"I suggest you run," "Shadow" warned. "From my perspective, the Aurora Society is bound to crack down on and eliminate evil cults."

"Uh..." The evil cultist's face was full of black lines. The Rose School was a large and powerful organization, and at most it could shrink its territory, but he was just a "prisoner"!

Klein could only sympathize with the man's plight; there was nothing else he could do.

The Curly-haired Baboon Research Society continued to discuss matters concerning evil cults at its subsequent gatherings, but due to their limited knowledge of their own sequence and mystical knowledge, they could only glimpse some of the surface-level situations.

That's all for this gathering. See you next week!

Russell announced the end of the party.

The attendees nodded slightly, and then their bodies slowly dissipated, directly leaving the illusionary realm.

Truman and several members of the Dream Council left at this moment and returned directly to Dreamland.

"Their minds are very active and creative," Lilith, the only one who wasn't a "time traveler," said thoughtfully.

Such a person may not achieve great success in this world, but they probably won't have a terrible life either.

"I miss it a bit," Sasriel sighed.

This is also an important way for deities to anchor themselves. Memories before their transmigration may only account for a small part of their memories, but they form the basis of their original character.

Amanisis didn't speak, but he shared the same thought.

"That's good. In my opinion, you guys are all too inhuman," Truman said with a light laugh.

With the mark of the dream, their condition is better than that of other true gods, but they will still have a profound influence.

"You're too human-like," Lilith shook her head slightly.

"Alright, let's put this issue aside for now." Sasriel gestured to stop the conversation. "We need to discuss this..."

……

Klein emerged from the illusion and returned to reality. The gathering of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society was somewhat unexpected; it seemed to be a little bit more sophisticated than his Tarot Club.

"So, does that mean I need to expand my Tarot Club? Bring in some truly strong individuals?"

Klein was calculating the gains and losses. "My highest level is Sequence Five. My current combat strength is roughly at the Sequence Six level. I can suppress Sequence Five above the Gray Mist, but it would be best to find something to support my position..."

"We need to expand the Tarot Club's reach..."

The evil god began to suffer during the startup phase.

The peaceful night passed just like that, and Klein got up early the next day to begin his day of detective work.

(End of this chapter)