Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 343 Gray Mist Mutation

The night sky hidden behind that illusory, dark blue gate was so alluring that Klein was instantly captivated and reached out to tear it down.

Moreover, the closer he got to that patch of night, the more unable Klein was to resist the cohesive force naturally emanating from his body, wanting to merge with the night.

hum!

The dreamlike crystal ball placed on the long bronze table, the "dream card" that Klein threw into the pile of junk, and the dreamlike emblem on the cover of the book "Utopia"...

These things that are related to "Supreme Dream" trembled slightly at this moment, and wisps of dreamlike phosphorescence sputtered. These dreamlike phosphorescences did not do anything to fight against the gray fog, but instead stirred up the power of the same origin.

That was the dreamlike phosphorescence within Klein's body.

In that instant, the dreamlike phosphorescence in Klein's body suddenly erupted, directly hitting his head, and a magnificent light overflowed from his eyes, clearing his mind.

"Damn it!" Klein panicked and withdrew his hand, jumping back to the bronze table. The reason he didn't immediately return to the real world was that the gray fog was already deeply bound to him, and he couldn't escape it. It was better to hurry up and check the situation.

Klein reached out and summoned the "Scepter of the Sea God" and the "Book of Calamities," while also placing the Dream Crystal Ball in front of him.

He tried to mobilize the power of the gray mist and found that he still had some control over it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Throw a lightning bolt first!" Klein raised his scepter, activated the power of the "Book of Calamities," and threw a terrifying lightning ball above the gray fog.

The blazing white lightning instantly covered the entire gray mist, attempting to strike the gate of light, but the gate of light seemed to be in another world, completely out of reach.

Similarly, no lightning bolt managed to strike that patch of night.

"Only I can touch them..." Klein said in surprise. Apart from himself, nothing else or any attack could reach them.

"My journey is related to this gray fog. What happened just now was something controlling me, making me touch that veil of night. What would happen if I actually peeled it off?"

Klein recalled that state with horror; he felt as if he had been blinded by lard, lost his mind, and truly became a "fool."

"I will be replaced by someone? The Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity?!"

Klein suddenly had an urge to never set foot in the gray fog again, and if he could, he would "throw away" the gray fog.

But... there was no need to try at all; he could already feel that he was deeply bound to the gray fog, and he simply couldn't break free from this bond.

"And..." Klein felt cold sweat seeping from the adapter, "I can't let go of the gray fog now."

You can move a pile of junk, but you can't move a tarot card!

Disband the Tarot Club? Impossible. The fates of the Tarot Club members are already inextricably linked by the Gray Fog.

Forever stuck at Sequence Five? Never strive to become a demigod and take that step?

No! Behind that door lies the secret of his transmigration. Life in this world is good, but even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, Klein wants to try going home.

"The secret of time travel..."

This is something many of my fellow villagers have been looking for, but everyone was clueless and couldn't find any clues. Now that Klein has found it, he will never give up.

"I wonder if the villagers' time travel is related to the gray fog..." Klein vaguely had an answer. The villagers' time travel was around the same time, so it was very likely that it was related to the gray fog!

Moreover, there are various practical factors...

"So it turns out I was already powerless to control my own destiny." Klein remained silent for a while, then a slightly bitter smile appeared on his lips.

This is something he cannot escape.

"We can only keep going; it's the most foolish thing to stay stuck in the past."

Putting everything else aside, he hasn't even reached the level of a demigod. If the night sky hanging over the dark blue gate were to fall one day, he wouldn't even have the right to resist.

"This is all we can do for now." Klein sighed softly, putting everything he was carrying back into the pile of clutter, and then returned to reality.

"Go to sleep! I hope I can forget all my troubles when I wake up tomorrow."

Klein drifted off to sleep with his fantasies—oh no! He still needed to work as a boatman in the illusory world. Hmm, he wondered if he could use his illusory world privileges to change his job, like becoming the mayor of Utopia or something…

hum!

The moment Klein entered the illusionary realm and had such a thought, he was immediately teleported to the abyss of that illusionary realm, filled with filth and dark thoughts.

"Could it really be feasible?" Klein blinked as he followed his senses into a small town.

The town's color scheme leaned towards gloom, and the weather outside was even more unpredictable. Klein stood on the edge of the boundary, certain that the town was shrouded in an endless storm—just like the utopia he had envisioned.

"Ugh! What terrible weather!" Klein suddenly heard a complaint. A boy had crossed the boundary and entered the gloomy town.

"Hello, my name is Jack. I got lost in the storm and ended up here. May I ask where this place is?" Jack saw Klein and waved to him.

Klein stared at Jack with a very strange expression, so much so that he forgot to answer.

How many writers are able to have such a face-to-face conversation with their protagonists?

Klein did it.

This Jack is the protagonist of the initial story of the Utopia series.

"Hello?" Jack asked again.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Klein said, coming to his senses. "This is Utopia, an ancient and mysterious city."

This is also the setting that Klein gave to utopia.

"Utopia? Never heard of it!" Jack scratched his head in frustration, his wet hair dripping with rainwater.

"Then I'll take you to the inn in town." Klein's expression gradually calmed down, preparing to become the guide in his own story.

"Okay, thank you, sir!"

Klein led Jack to the town inn, where they met a couple and the owner.

"Good morning, Mayor!" Everyone stood up to greet Klein.

"Hmm!" Klein nodded slightly, eliciting a surprised look from Jack. "Sir, are you the mayor of this town?"

Klein's expression remained unchanged; the moment he set foot on this land, he knew his fantasy had come true.

The small town operates entirely according to everything he has built and set up, whether it be the people, the buildings, or the fate.

Here he wields absolute authority, enabling him to make his ideas a reality in this town.

Of course, this wasn't without its costs. Just as Klein had predicted, he needed to resolve the problems here while enjoying his power.

(End of this chapter)