Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 507 Triss's Reason

"I've made a pact with 'The Primal' and become one of its chosen ones." Triss looked at Klein with a sweet smile.

"Huh?" Klein felt like several question marks had appeared above his head.

Triss, who had already broken free from the control of the "Primal Witch" to some extent, actually walked back into the cage on her own.

This is really...

"Otherwise, what can I do? As a vessel for a god's descent, I can never fight against the 'Primordial One.' Perhaps next time my will will be shattered, and you, who helped me escape the 'Primordial One,' are unwilling to help me."

Triss bit her lip, looking pitifully into Klein's eyes.

"The allure is overflowing..." With a portion of the power of the "Primal Witch," Triss's every word and expression seemed to carry an innate allure.

This, like the beauty of the "Goddess of Beauty," is a conceptual ability.

This was quite awkward... Klein realized why this task had fallen to him.

"...If I help you, can you withdraw from this war?" Klein asked tentatively.

Triss's eyes lit up, like a girl falling in love, radiating a bright light.

"You really do care about me." Triss gave a bright smile.

"..." Klein opened his mouth slightly, unsure of what to say.

"Have you ever considered that all your memories and emotions related to me are actually abnormal?" Klein thought for a moment; this problem had to be solved.

"Perhaps it's a coincidence, or perhaps you only saw part of it?"

As Klein watched Triss's bright smile gradually fade, a feeling of unease inexplicably crept into his heart.

It was as if I was shattering His hope for life… Klein’s lips twitched.

"You guys go first." Triss glanced behind her. The demigods and an angel from the witch cult gave Klein a deep look before passing him and heading towards the battlefield.

"..." Klein wanted to stop him, but his target was only Triss.

Only Klein and Triss remained at the scene.

"I know that a great power is interfering with my destiny." Triss looked at Klein, her gaze deep and seemingly filled with endless sorrow.

"I also know that there are coincidences at certain points, and I can see that you are also part of destiny."

"I know that the morbid attraction of the Dream Path to the Witch Path comes from the combined influence of potions and the 'Primordial'..."

I don't know if it's that "alluring" power, but Triss's voice can easily evoke a person's protective instincts.

"Then why did you decide on me?" Klein asked, leaning against the "Source Castle" with an almost emotionless expression.

Although he appeared as a fanatic at Triss's most vulnerable moment and, through various coincidences, "saved" Triss, none of this could sustain Triss's current obsession.

He's not Truman; he didn't actually favor Chick...

"Because..." Triss looked at Klein, her eyes gradually filled with surprise and hope, "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the will to live long ago."

"I have no family, no friends, and not even any enemies. I even think that having my consciousness erased by the 'Primordial' and becoming a true vessel for divine intervention was a good choice."

Triss's voice echoed in Klein's ears like a noisy, disordered, polluted babbling.

In the "Source Castle," after filtering out the delirious ramblings, Klein heard an extremely strong self-destructive tendency!

Triss has no desire to live anymore!

Klein finally realized this fact, a direction he had never considered before.

"And at this time, you just happened to walk into my life, and through a series of coincidences, you left a deep impression on me."

"So, I want to thank Dream for bringing you to me and saving me."

Triss's eyes had never looked so sincere, and Klein's spirituality told him that there seemed to be no falsehood in them.

But that's the biggest problem!

I always thought it was fake, but now you're telling me it's real!?

Klein was completely dumbfounded. This was the first time he and Triss had spoken openly and honestly, but it only made things more complicated.

"So you understand now?" Triss's voice had regained its eagerness and anticipation.

Klein was speechless.

Using a mystical analogy, he has now become Triss's life anchor, and as long as Triss lives, this knot cannot be untied.

"Sigh..." Klein shook his head slightly, giving up on his plan to influence Triss.

"My mission today is to keep you away from the battlefield over there." Klein's expression turned serious as he stated his purpose directly.

"Actually, whether I go or not won't have a big impact. At most, it will only prevent a part of the 'Primordial' forces from participating in the war."

"So, what is your purpose?" Klein asked again, seeing that the atmosphere hadn't yet escalated to the point of life and death.

"Have you heard of the 'City of Calamity'?" Triss asked after thinking for a moment.

"The 'City of Calamity'?!" Klein's pupils contracted. Among the many pieces of information he had learned from Truman was the recipe above the sequence.

The "City of Calamity," like the "Chaos Sea," the "Source Castle," and the "Eternal Dark River," is all "Source Matter"!

"This war actually involves things beyond the order of precedence?"

Klein felt a chill run down his spine. He had originally thought it was just a competition to become a god, but now that the power of the "City of Calamity" was involved, could there be other "source matter" involved?

"I'm not going to participate in the war over there, but you can't leave either." Triss suddenly jumped onto a rock, sat on it, and looked at Klein.

Klein ignored Triss's gaze, did not sit on the rock, but stood gazing at the battlefield.

Triss moved closer to Klein.

……

"This is bad..." Medici, in the military camp, reached up and touched the banner-like mark on his forehead.

As His ritual was about to reach its final step, the banner imprint began to pulsate, as if it had come to life.

"Is it the 'City of Calamity'?" Amon asked curiously, even reaching out to touch it.

"None of your business." Medici gave Amon a disdainful look.

"However, there is something I want to ask you." Medici looked at Amon, his gaze carrying an eerie penetrating power.

"Oh?" Amon's smile remained unchanged as he gently adjusted his monocle.

"Are you the real thing?" Medici tilted his head and looked at Amon, raising his eyebrows slightly with a half-smile.

"Guess?" Amon chuckled, without answering.

(End of this chapter)