Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 401 The Reckless Transmigrator

The research on curly-haired baboons has encountered some problems.

Klein had already learned about this from Beckett, a fellow countryman from Backlund.

But it seems the last incident was resolved, and now, not long after, another major incident has occurred.

"As expected, there's no doubt about the transmigrators' ability to cause trouble." Klein felt speechless, yet also somewhat anxious. He didn't want to see anything happen to the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association.

Klein poured his spirituality into the crystal ball, and the "Tower of Babel" seemed to come to life, with everything that happened within it reflected in Klein's mind.

"It must be the last gathering!" Klein saw the familiar "Shadow," "Hidden Blade," "Hela," and others.

Klein had been busy in the Southern Continent or preparing for the demigod ritual for some time and had missed many gatherings.

However, the number of people in the research association is increasing, with many newcomers who were previously observing joining in, and the number has long exceeded one hundred.

Once the number of people increases, things become more complicated. It's only because the president is capable that the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association can remain stable.

But things don't seem to be at peace anymore...

"President..." Klein's lips twitched as if he sensed something.

Assuming Roselle didn't die, where would he be?

This topic once sparked a heated discussion within the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society.

After all, in the diaries that the research institute had already obtained, Roselle had undoubtedly reached the rank of angel.

Where would such a time-traveling angel be?

Combined with Russell's resignation as First Speaker during his term, many curly-haired baboons believe that this predecessor has found his way home and left this world.

Even Klein at the time was willing to believe this claim.

"Now it seems..."

This "Chaos" chairman is ridiculous!

Originally, the general consensus within the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association was that the association's president was a lucky individual who had transmigrated directly into the body of a noble or extraordinary second-generation individual, which enabled him to find the "Tower of Babel" in the illusionary world and establish the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association.

Now it seems that this president... is truly boring and despicable!

Klein's earlier sense of urgency about the major incident at the Curly-haired Baboon Research Institute was overwhelmed by this secret.

Of course, now that they know this person's identity, the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society might encounter some problems, but they probably won't be too serious.

"What?! The starry sky?!" Klein's heart, which had just settled down, jumped back into his throat.

Information from the Tower of Babel kept entering Klein's mind, helping him to sort out the beginning of the events.

Initially, a reckless curly-haired baboon held the idea of ​​interstellar travel. After a series of experiments with others, he concluded that the world he was in now and his home world belonged to the same universe.

"This..." It doesn't seem wrong. Klein had also heard this view at the research conference. After all, there were many real big shots among the transmigrators who had conducted in-depth research on the reasons for transmigration.

Among the many speculations about the reasons for time travel, space travel is relatively plausible.

Even when he saw the "cocoon" on the gray fog, Klein did think about concepts like "life support pods" and "spaceships".

"So, someone went to heaven." A slightly helpless voice seemed to be speaking in one's ear.

"Up in the sky?" Klein was stunned.

"A few members teamed up and pulled off a big operation, using several sealed artifacts and their own abilities to send one of them into outer space."

"They determined the farthest teleportation distance of the 'Traveler' and created a occult version of the life support pod, preparing to traverse the universe in their physical bodies..."

Klein's mouth gaped open, but he couldn't utter a word.

He felt that he had underestimated his fellow villagers.

"This..." Klein blinked, then involuntarily asked, "Did they... succeed?"

"They've succeeded halfway; they did get into outer space, but the life support pods couldn't hold out."

At this moment, Klein's heart fluttered.

"However, this route is wrong." The voice seemed to deliver a judgment.

"Outer space is too vast and too dangerous; even I dare not enter it."

Klein instantly calmed down, after all, he had already guessed who the voice belonged to.

"What should we do with these people, Chairman 'Chaos'?" Klein asked.

"You're the first to advance to demigod, so naturally you should handle it. It's not safe for others." Chaos directly entrusted this task to Klein.

Klein did not object, but silently nodded in agreement. If this matter were left to others, it would be easy to expose the existence of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society.

But this is not something that can be handled by anything below the level of a demigod.

"Vice President 'Hela' will assist you." The president said this last sentence before disappearing.

At the same time, a certain feeling also entered Klein's mind, which seemed to be a way to summon a messenger.

"Ms. Hela..." Klein also had a deep impression of this vice president; she must be a very powerful transmigrator.

But once the gray fog became connected to him, his fate diverged from that of his fellow villagers...

Klein withdrew his hand and stood there thinking for a while before stepping down from the altar.

"I'm sorry, I can't say anything." He looked at his "niece" and sincerely apologized.

If you have any questions, go ask your dad. Your Uncle Zhou really can't answer them...

"Ha," Bernadette said, arms crossed, with a style and mannerisms that Klein recognized very well. "I never expected you to give me any answers."

"Well... I'll take my leave now." Klein felt it was best to leave this dreamlike church as soon as possible, otherwise, he didn't know which angel he might run into.

"Go."

Klein bowed slightly and left the Dream Sanctuary at a normal pace. He didn't even need to use the causal thread to know that someone was watching him.

After leaving the Dream Sanctuary, Klein took the puppet directly back to the inn and wrote a simple letter of greeting.

"...Ms. Hela, I am 'Detective'. The president has found me, and I am happy to make a contribution to the sustainable development of the research association..."

The letter was short, but some of the information was only understandable to them and could confirm their identities.

Klein had the puppet prepare the ritual, chanting the summoning incantation of Lady Hela's messenger.

"I summon in my own name...the messenger who belongs solely to Hela..."

The candlelight turned a sinister green, and above it appeared darkness. This darkness connected with the spirit world, and a skull-like head, resembling a human skull, emerged.

"Somewhat like Mr. Azik's messenger, or perhaps all Beyonders of the 'Corpse Collector' pathway have this art style?"

(End of this chapter)