Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 463 Pilgrimage

Klein naturally couldn't know the meaning behind the "Weather Wizard" trait he was delivering, but that didn't stop him from inferring the significance of this mission through the legend of this "God of War".

Of course, another reason is that Klein possesses the complete "Hunter" pathway recipe and knows that the most important characteristic of this pathway is war!

The world is currently at war.

"Huh?" Medici retracted his ability and looked at Klein again. His eyes gradually turned a rusty color, carrying a kind of penetrating power.

"Haha, so it's you!" Medici suddenly felt a gray mist appear before his eyes, making even the angel king who was only one ritual away from becoming a god feel threatened.

He closed his eyes, no longer looking directly at the gray fog, but he already knew who Klein was—the world's most watched "star."

Klein, who was being spied on, felt extremely threatened and almost couldn't resist materializing his cloak.

"Will isn't around right now, so I can only rely on myself. Of course, I'm the goddess's messenger now, so I'll probably be fine..." Klein felt the goddess's blessing and calmed down.

"I'd actually love to see you beat up Amon, of course, provided you can become an angel," Medici said earnestly to Klein.

Klein was slightly taken aback, then thought of the "Blood Emperor," who had previously been the "Red Priest."

This clearly contradicts the previous Angel King, "Red Angel".

Something probably happened in the Quaternary Period, and Amon and Medici were on opposing sides.

"Looks like you've got a pretty good grasp of history," Medici said coldly. "Go back and tell Night that I've accepted the trait."

Klein blinked as he watched Medici vanish into flames. Why did it seem like he was angry and embarrassed?

However, Amon... Klein's eyes lit up, feeling that his network of connections had expanded once again.

Klein did not stay long at the Church of the True Creator, and soon returned to Utopia, reaching out to retrieve the "Serpent of Fate" bracelet from the mists of history.

"Phew, you're back?" The "Serpent of Fate" stretched and swam around Klein, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going as an envoy for the goddess, nothing will happen to me," Klein said reassuringly.

"Hmph, I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself!" "Serpent of Fate" snorted lightly, with a hint of relief in its voice.

"What?" Klein asked, frowning.

"I used to think that I could avoid the serpent by not going to the Church of the True Creator, but after you went there, I always felt that my fate had taken a turn for the worse."

The "Serpent of Fate" spoke with a sense of relief, vividly describing himself with the image of a serpent—he folded himself up, his lower body pointing forward while his upper body pointed backward.

"My fate almost took two completely opposite directions, it scared me to death!"

"The last time I encountered such a fork in the road was when I was faced head-on with a dream!"

Klein was stunned and speechless, never expecting that Will had gone through such a change.

"So what's the reason?" He couldn't help but wonder about the cause.

"Who did you meet at the Church of the True Creator?" Will asked.

Klein recounted what he had seen.

"Medici? No, I feel it's related to the giant snake, but then..." Will suddenly thought of something, and his body stiffened.

"What's wrong?" Klein asked curiously.

"It's alright, my fate is already back to normal. If I keep dwelling on it, I might end up with even worse results." The "Serpent of Fate" flashed its blood-red eyes for a moment, then bit its tail, transforming it into a bracelet that landed in Klein's hand.

"I might be making a pilgrimage to Gensokyo next. Do you have any suggestions?" Klein sealed the parchment he had obtained from the "Hidden Angel" in the library of Utopia.

"There are generally only two ways to enter the Forsaken Land." Klein's spirits lifted at the words of "Serpent of Fate."

"But don't get too excited yet." The "Serpent of Fate" shattered some of Klein's fantasies.

"The first method is the help of Mr. Door. With the power he wields, there is almost no place in the world that he cannot go."

Klein's lips twitched, speechless. Did he dare to go to this person?

"The second method is Amon, the angel king who is most adept at exploiting loopholes, and he most likely has the means to enter and leave the Forsaken Land."

Klein was completely disheartened; this conventional method was simply impossible to achieve.

"Then we might have to look for other methods." Klein stroked his chin, naturally thinking of "Little Sun".

"The difficulty of 'pilgrimage' lies in the fact that one's true body must go to 'Gensokyo,' or in the terms of other churches, ascend to the Kingdom of God and enjoy eternal peace and happiness."

"Otherwise, I could even have 'Little Sun' pull my historical projection over there to be baptized..."

The seal on the Forsaken Land is extremely thorough, a powerful seal extending from the spirit realm, the star realm, and even the illusion realm, making it incredibly difficult to sneak in.

"The only way to enter the Forsaken Land is through the simplest and most direct method: through the most dangerous sea. This is the most fitting definition of 'pilgrimage'."

"Prepare to contact the 'Hermit' lady." Klein finally chose the safest approach.

……

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!" Miss Justice's voice echoed in the gray fog, and Fool Klein nodded slightly.

Klein's simple action was enough to draw everyone's attention.

"...Congratulations to 'The Fool' for regaining more power and taking another step closer to the supreme position!" "The World" was the first to stand up after seeing the performance of the others and congratulated Mr. "The Fool".

The others also seemed to wake up from a dream, and hurriedly stood up to bow and congratulate Klein.

"Hmm, sit down." Klein tapped the edge of the table calmly, and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at Mr. "Fool" at the head of the table.

"It really is..." Klein was quite helpless. All of this was thanks to the cloak behind him. After it was unsealed, Klein could no longer seal it again.

After all, even last time it was only with the power of the Dream Sea that it was barely managed to be contained, and now the more active cloak can no longer seal it off.

In the eyes of the other members of the Tarot Club, Klein now seemed to have merged into the entire gray fog, his image elevated to an almost superhuman level, becoming one with the universe.

(End of this chapter)