Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 342 Nightfall

"Fool..." "Door..." "Error..."

Klein's head felt like it was exploding, and his frantic ramblings pushed him into a state of near-out-of-control.

His skin had turned a deathly gray-white, devoid of any life, like a corpse about to be dissected, or perhaps a freshly made doll.

The next moment, fleshy buds began to wriggle on his body, like worms. These "worms" seemed to want to detach from his body and jump off.

Klein had never experienced such a shock before, but the only saving grace was that he was already a "Fairy Tale Wizard," and his rituals were very effective.

The mermaid's song echoed throughout the area, seeping into his mind and calming the surging potion essence slightly.

This allowed De Klein to mobilize the dreamlike phosphorescence within his body to resist his own madness.

"Why is this happening!?"

This mutation was too exaggerated, as if it had stuffed all the babbling he had never heard before into his head, directly breaking through his rational defenses.

Before his promotion, he had also inquired about the mental state of Sequence Five members from Sharon, Krestai, and others.

Their descriptions were terrifying, but within the normal range; the dreamlike phosphorescence possessed by their "Fairy Tale Wizard" could be suppressed normally.

But as soon as he drank the potion, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

“‘Fool’ ‘Door’ ‘Mistake’…” Klein recalled the words mentioned in his ramblings.

He had seen the same words in investigation orders from the Abrahamic family, the Secret Order, the Antigonus family, and other forces.

"It's gray fog..." Klein confirmed.

He received a gift of this magnitude from the gray fog, and now it seems he has to pay the corresponding price.

"From now on, I'll have to live with danger and terrifying ramblings all the time."

Klein's mental state began to recover, and the granulation tissue on his body gradually faded, returning him to a normal appearance. However, this time the murmurs in his ears were not suppressed, but instead echoed constantly in his ears.

This is the normal state of an extraordinary being, and he is only now truly experiencing this feeling because of the "Dream" pathway.

At this moment, Klein was very grateful to that "Supreme Dream".

"And there's Bishop Truman. If it weren't for his guidance, I wouldn't have been able to embark on the 'dream' path."

If it weren't for the "dreamlike" approach, he wouldn't have been able to withstand that first wave of insane ramblings.

Klein offered his sincere thanks to the "Supreme Dream" before examining himself. In his vision, countless illusory black lines rose up all over the world.

This is the spiritual thread.

These are threads that rise from within a living organism and can be manipulated by the "Master of Puppets".

With the threads of spirit, in the eyes of the "Puppet Master," everyone is a puppet that can be manipulated.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then simultaneously used "Fairy Tale Descent" and the Spirit Thread. The two powers, which were similar in appearance but different in essence, merged at this moment and began a kind of essential sublimation.

"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel that the 'Dream' path complements the other paths very well..."

Klein flicked his finger, activating a certain spiritual thread, causing a mermaid in the ocean to freeze instantly.

He is now more than 100 meters away from the mermaid who was being controlled.

Klein sensed it for a few seconds, then released his control.

"The existence of the spirit thread allows me to easily establish a connection with my target, and then this connection is 'mysticized,' which increases my attack range by at least five times, making the area within 500 meters my domain."

"We can try to control it within 100 meters, and we can try to influence it within 500 meters."

"The time required for 'Puppet Transformation' has also been greatly reduced; it only takes one minute for an enemy to become my puppet."

"And in this minute, the enemy will also have to face me, who can unleash 'Fairy Tale Descent'..."

"At most, I can control three to four puppets, but as for paper dolls, it's limited to my spirituality."

"This is far from the limit. With the digestion of the potion and the completion of the 'Utopia' story, I will be able to expand the entire scope at least three times!"

"I have truly become an army all by myself."

After he has fully digested the potion, he will be able to control at least one person with five Sequence 5 Mystic Puppets, ten Sequence 5 Paper Dolls, plus many strange and wonderful "Fairy Tale Descendants". Isn't that a one-man army?

"If I were to face a demigod..." Klein couldn't help but fantasize.

The idea was so tempting that it took Klein a full minute to calm down.

Klein shook his head, summoned the driver, and left Denos Island directly through her to return to his room.

"Thank you for your help." Klein took out a scroll containing a thousand gold coins, which would fall out with a shake.

"Very good..." Renette Tinicol, who had been promoted from driver to messenger, bit one of the heads onto the scroll.

"Don't contact me for... the next week..."

Then the three free heads spoke in turn.

"A week?" Klein blinked. The rest period he had agreed upon with Sharon and Marich was also exactly one week.

"Okay." Klein nodded gently.

The messenger stepped directly into the spirit world.

Klein exhaled softly, sealed the room with his spiritual power, and took four steps backward to reach the top of the gray fog.

After he truly became a "Master of the Puppet," he felt his connection with the gray mist become even stronger, and a large part of the terrifying and insane babbling he endured came from this connection.

Klein looked around; the location of the "Tarot Club" gathering had not changed.

He looked up at the sky, and his spirit body slowly rose upwards with this movement, landing on a staircase of light.

Klein climbed to the top of the stairs and gazed at the indistinct figure.

It resembled the outer shell of something, with a faint outline in the gray fog, like a door.

The deep green, almost black color was very striking; Klein's powerful spirituality had even used this color to outline the shape of a gate.

"Do I need to go in?" Klein stepped forward, but an invisible pressure appeared in his senses.

He's just one step away now.

"Is it only by becoming a demigod that one can truly get close?" Klein sighed softly.

He was about to turn around when he caught a glimpse of the night sky out of the corner of his eye.

"Nightfall?" This is above the gray fog, how could there be something like this?

Klein stared at the night sky, and for a moment he felt an impulse to reach out and tear it down.

The night sky is quite beautiful; it would make a nice cloak to wear, it would definitely look great.

(End of this chapter)