Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 381 Mass

"Damn it..." Klein felt a chill run through his body, his mind frantically recalling everything that had happened in the Rune Palace.

Klein forced his mind and body to calm down and began to analyze everything that had happened since meeting George III.

With a wave of his hand, gray mist surged, and soon an illusion appeared before his eyes, exactly the scene he remembered after entering the palace. With his powerful spirituality, he recreated all the actions and expressions of the two archbishops and George III at that time.

"King George III took the initiative from the start, setting the tone for this inquiry and making our speculations a reality."

"Then he took the initiative to explain the reasons to us, making all his actions consistent with his logic."

"This is clearly not normal!"

Klein's expression was grave. "But what's even more abnormal is me! I completely believed George III's reasons..."

"The occult interference from George III that occurred during my divination has been removed, that much is certain."

"But perhaps there is an external force that I cannot detect, and even the other two archbishops have not noticed it..."

For some reason, Klein thought of the word "daydream" again.

"Watch out for the audience!"

Klein immediately identified the person whose name could not be mentioned.

"What is He doing?"

No, this is not something I should be thinking about... Klein calmed down.

"Don't meddle in other people's business. It's better to find a chance to get away."

Klein became even more determined to abandon the identity of John Constantine.

As Klein had hoped, the opportunity arrived a few days later.

To be precise, it was the start of a Mass that covered the entire eastern district of Backlund.

This was a Mass that was no less important than the Winter Rite of the Church of the Night, but what made it even more special was that it was a Mass jointly organized by the Church of the Storm and the Church of the Night, in conjunction with the Dream Cult, and its scale covered almost the entirety of Backlund.

On this day, even most factories in the eastern district stopped operating, and all the workers spontaneously came to the church of their respective gods to pray silently.

The area in front of the Dream Church was packed with people, and a large number of poor people were kneeling and praying.

Klein, who was acting as the archbishop, walked up to the high platform in a white robe with gold patterns. His face was extremely devout. He looked around and spoke softly.

"Survival is the most basic right of human beings to live."

His voice was slightly deep, but everyone could hear it.

"The Supreme Dream has never abandoned its believers."

"He said, life is precious, and survival is necessary."

hum!

At this moment, the "Dream Scripture" and the Dream Statue located in the Dream Church burst forth with dreamlike phosphorescence.

The next moment, a dreamlike phosphorescence shot straight into the sky, turning into a rain of light that cleansed the souls of everyone present—a miraculous dream.

Unbeknownst to them, everyone felt as if their spirits had transcended their bodies, their spirituality radiating naturally, cleansed of impurities by the dreamlike phosphorescence, becoming pure.

This process seemed very long, like several days and nights had passed. Everyone was willing to be immersed in it and never wake up. The source of that dreamlike phosphorescence was the happiness and beauty that everyone was pursuing.

But in reality, this process was very short; in Klein's perception, it was just a ripple in the water of the Dream Sea.

Everyone woke up and unconsciously prayed to the "Supreme Dream".

"Oh, the supreme dream..."

The same prayer resounded in different places, like a tide, gradually rising and crashing in.

Klein, who was presiding over the Mass, clearly sensed all of this, and he continued to lead the believers.

"As the saying goes, the kind-hearted will surely reap good rewards, and the diligent will surely be rewarded."

Survival is our necessity, happiness is our pursuit.

"Praise the dream, be grateful for the dream; praise life, be grateful for life."

Praise me, thank me... Klein added this sentence in his mind.

In just a few days, John Constantine's name had become a household name in the East End.

They knew that it was this newly appointed archbishop who had worked with the nobles and opposed the royal family, running around tirelessly and working tirelessly to promote the "Survival Act".

Klein certainly wouldn't dare say "praise me" at this moment, so he had already completed his arrangements beforehand.

Having gone through the "Fairy Tale Wizard" phase, Klein was already quite skilled at writing stories, effortlessly weaving his experiences into a series of short tales.

Through his deliberate arrangement, these short stories have become deeply ingrained in people's minds.

"...Thank you for the dream...Thank you for life..."

All believers follow Klein's guidance and give thanks for the dream and for life.

At the same moment, many people recalled those widely circulated stories and looked at the archbishop who was leading this Mass.

His body was bathed in a dreamlike phosphorescent light, and his protective aura radiated a pure white light, which is said to be the mark of devout believers of "Supreme Dream".

At this point, the archbishop is a dreamlike saint; perhaps we should respectfully call him Saint John?

"...Thank you, Bishop John!"

It's unclear who added an extra prayer, but it gradually gained momentum and spread rapidly.

"Praise be to Bishop John!"

The praise drowned out everything.

Klein's spirit skipped a beat, and he felt countless voices ringing in his ears.

"This is..." Klein was startled, "Faith?!"

These sounds were very similar to the devout prayers of the believers he encountered when he played the role of the sea god.

"Sequence Five gained faith? No, it should be Sequence Four..."

But this was terrifying enough, Klein thought, he had already grasped the essence of the "Causal Favorite" ritual.

The next moment, Klein closed his eyes. His body remained in the posture of devout prayer, but his spirit had already entered the illusionary realm.

He went directly to the Dream Sanctuary in the Illusionary Realm, to the place where he had last performed the "Fairy Tale Mage" ceremony.

Upon arriving here, Klein immediately felt the gaze of a dream.

He hesitated for only a second before initiating the pre-prepared blessing ritual, sacrificing the Dream Coins he had acquired from Cattleya.

Bang!

All the dreamlike phosphorescence exploded, transforming into a thick, dreamlike phosphorescence that surged toward Klein's body.

At the same time, Klein was somehow guided to look at the dreamlike statue.

In Klein's eyes, the Dream Statue seemed to come alive, its eyes flashing with divine light as it looked at Klein.

Those who receive gratitude from all beings will be blessed by karma.

Klein's eyes widened suddenly as a divine gift from "Supreme Dream" descended upon him.

"This voice sounds familiar..." Klein thought to himself.

But the next moment, the blessing of "Supreme Dream" descended upon his spirit.

(End of this chapter)