Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 469 Child of Fantasy

Klein approached. It was a barrier constructed of countless dreamlike phosphorescent lights, which had divided the Forsaken Land into two completely opposite parts with an unparalleled divine miracle.

Inside is a land of fantasy that even angels and gods covet; outside is the deepest darkness and desolate death, a land abandoned even by the gods.

Klein walked to the edge of Gensokyo and reached out to touch it.

Whoosh... His body was directly sucked into the dazzling light; the cohesive force was too strong to resist.

"Where am I?" Klein stared in astonishment at everything before him, his body stiff as he watched the cars speeding past.

"Are you blind? Running in the street!" The pleasant and friendly greeting startled Klein, who quickly ran to the sidewalk.

"Is this... Earth?" Klein's mind went blank.

"Wow, you're so handsome! What character are you playing?"

"They look like medieval nobles from Europe..."

Various realistic sounds entered Klein's ears, gradually awakening his rationality.

He looked at the tall buildings not far away, at the amusement park, and at the park for the elderly.

Everything felt so familiar, and so real.

Klein's figure vanished from the spot, eliciting gasps of genuine surprise.

An irresistible urge led Klein on a journey through this world, to the place he remembered most clearly—his home before he transmigrated.

But when he saw the familiar front door of his house, Klein suddenly stopped.

Perhaps it was a sense of trepidation at the prospect of returning home, or perhaps it was a fear of the world's destruction, but he dared not step forward.

"Mingrui? Is that you? Why are you wearing such strange clothes?" A voice that went deep into Klein's bones rang in his ears.

Buzz! Klein felt his soul trembling. At the last moment, he used the "Faceless Man" ability to transform back into the appearance of "Zhou Mingrui" and used the "Joker" ability to stabilize his expression.

"Mom..." Zhou Mingrui skillfully took the vegetables and pork from his mother's hands and said with a smile, "I've been a bit tired from work lately, so I came back to rest for a bit."

"Okay, okay!"

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After having dinner with his parents for the first time in a long time and chatting for a while, Klein went into his room and closed the door.

"A fake? No... I can't tell the difference..." Klein closed his eyes, his mind reeling from an unimaginable shock.

This world is perfect in terms of both spiritual perception and the five senses; it has no flaws whatsoever.

"But I am becoming the 'Child of Fantasy'."

In the second sequence of the "Dream Path," "Child of Fantasy," Klein completed the ritual of "Pilgrimage to Gensokyo," but no longer needed to perform the blessing ritual.

His own dreamlike phosphorescence resonated with "Gensokyo," constantly sublimating until he directly entered the angel level.

"After becoming a 'Child of Fantasy,' simply being a believer is no longer enough to anchor oneself. At this point, one becomes the strongest anchor against assimilation."

"So the world before my eyes is my anchor..."

Klein opened his eyes again, and a dazzling, dreamlike phosphorescence erupted at that moment.

"A breeze is coming," Klein said softly, opening the window.

Then a storm of dreamlike phosphorescence suddenly arrived and poured directly into Klein's body.

At that moment, Klein withdrew his consciousness from this world and returned to Gensokyo.

Klein stared at the endless, dreamlike phosphorescence before him, slightly taken aback. He could clearly sense that the world existed within his spirit body, seemingly neither real nor unreal.

"This is the 'Child of Illusion,' who can even deceive himself. Then there is nothing false in the world."

"No, perhaps that world is real to me. If my status is high enough, I can create a real world..."

Klein let out a soft breath, controlling himself with unimaginable willpower, and the intense emotion of separation allowed him to maintain his sense of self amidst that angelic, dreamlike phosphorescence.

"If I hadn't been prepared, I probably would have failed to advance, or I would have remained in the dream forever, and this body would have become part of the dream?"

Klein's mind was in turmoil, and he had to materialize the "Audience" pathway's "Soothing" to calm himself down.

"So this is your world..." Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Klein.

In that instant, Klein's body reacted.

"Don't worry, I can't hurt you in Gensokyo." A man dressed in a classic magic robe, wearing a pointed hat and a monocle appeared beside Klein.

Amon! Klein's pupils contracted sharply, and his body tensed, but upon hearing what Amon said, his body gradually relaxed.

"You sensed it so quickly?" Amon gently pushed up his monocle, watching Klein's various little movements with great interest.

"Yes, here I am the Dream Angel, you can't beat me." That's the real reason Klein relaxed.

After becoming an angel of the "Dream" pathway, he naturally gained immense authority over the "Dream" pathway.

This permission applies to "Gensokyo", "Gensokyo", and even the Dream Cult.

And its role in "Gensokyo" includes mobilizing the power of "Gensokyo".

Here, no one can harm him except "Supreme Dream," and given the chance, he can harm anyone except "Supreme Dream," including Amon!

"Sigh, the teacher is so biased. As his student, my authority in Gensokyo is even lower than yours, a newly promoted angel!" Amon sighed.

"You have been in Gensokyo for over two thousand years, and have committed 108,961 acts of theft and fraud. Your presence here is a disgrace..." Klein used his authority to learn of this news.

"This 'Gensokyo' will be mine sooner or later. I'm just exercising my power a little bit ahead of time." Amon didn't care how many times he was stopped by "Gensokyo".

If it weren't for the rules of "Gensokyo" restricting it, it might have even tried to steal Klein's fate.

"What a pity..." Amon shook his head slightly, no longer looking at Klein, and walked in another direction.

"..." Klein watched Amon walk away silently, and only after Amon's figure was completely out of sight did he breathe a sigh of relief.

God knows how panicked Klein was when he saw Amon; he was only holding on thanks to his "Joker" abilities.

"A student of 'Supreme Dream'? This clone of Amon has been in 'Gensokyo' for over two thousand years..."

(End of this chapter)