The crimson moon high in the sky hung silently in the darkness. It illuminated Tingen City, the city of universities, as it gradually fell silent.

Klein stood in front of his desk and looked through his oriel windows to see the empty Daffodil Street. He heard the sound of carriages quickly galloping far away without causing a din.

He picked up his vine-leaf patterned silver pocket watch and snapped it open. He took a glance at it and drew the curtains, making the yellowish lights of the gas lamp reflect back into the bedroom.

Klein turned around at an adequate speed, locked his room, and switched off the gas valve.

The room was immediately covered in darkness. Only a sliver of red moonlight penetrated the curtains. It gave rise to an atmosphere perfect for many late-night folk tales.

Klein took out the silver knife he had applied for. He imagined the spherical light and entered a half-Cogitation state.

He focused his mind according to his previous practice, allowing his spirituality to spew out from the tip of his blade. Then, he allowed their motion to miraculously fuse with his surroundings, sealing off the room.

He was doing it to prevent any abnormal stirrings that could wake Benson and Melissa.

Following that, Klein put down the knife and walked four steps in a counterclockwise manner. Every step was accompanied by the incantation from Earth.

The unchanging roars and murmurs inundated him. With the same mania and pain inflicted on him, he did his best to control himself and withstood the most grueling and dangerous stage in his half-conscious state.

The grayish-white fog was endless. The dark red stars were at varying distances from him. The towering divine palace stood erect like a dead giant. Nothing seemed to have changed. The silence and antiquity that had accumulated over thousands of years swarmed him.

No, there is a change! Klein silently muttered to himself. His gaze locked onto a dark red star near him.

That was the star symbolizing Justice!

The star’s deep redness began to pulse. It did so with average amplitude, but did not stop.

Klein carefully spread out his spirituality towards the deep redness.

The moment the two made contact, he felt a hum in his head. He saw a blurry and distorted scene and heard the illusory but stacked voice of prayers.

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;

“I pray for your help.

“I pray for your loving grace.

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

to give me

fashion. Klein’s psyche turned more irritable and chaotic. It was akin to listening to someone upstairs pounding on the floor

used Cogitation to calm the urge. He carefully

golden hair. She was standing before four flickering flames, her head lowered

Klein barely recognized her to

he had created

huge sense of achievement, going from nothing to

turned for the better. He felt that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears like a buzzing fly was now

response in his mind, transferring

“I’m aware.”

gray layer emanated before him. A distorted and blurry figure stood in the deepest

with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

up with her blanket wrapped around her as her

very well that she had dreamed of the Fool,

a response to my morning prayers?” Audrey, who quickly entered her Spectator state, calmed down

the spot and only did so at night, she was

she had prayed to the Evernight Goddess, but had never

Mr. Fool was not a god, he is likely not far from being one… Audrey slowly inhaled

resisting, she quickly threw aside her worries. She

completely digest the Spectator potion… My

to seek out the Psychology

the Telepathist potion formula from Mr. Fool or clues regarding the Psychology Alchemists

belongs to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways… A new Beyonder organization like the

at the bronze table’s seat of honor

in gray fog. He leaned back and clenched his fist

world of the gray fog. Apart from that,

can only pass information over and am unable to use the powers in here… From the looks of it, my idea of manipulation would not work. Klein

of the gray fog in the same manner if the incantation and ritual proved

could pray to himself, and through such a manipulative manner, he could go around

first conduct a ritual and pray to “himself” for spells. Following that, he could

understanding and control of the gray fog world has not reached

dark red star that represented the Hanged Man begin to pulse.

The Hanged Man’s ritual?” Klein nodded

at the seat of honor of the long bronze table and

spread as it

heard The Hanged Man’s heavy and repeated prayers along with

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