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.

for you to give me

more irritable and chaotic. It was

his emotions and used Cogitation to calm the urge. He carefully discerned the blurry

white robes. She had a head of beautiful golden

Klein barely

point, he confirmed that the ritual incantation he had created could precisely point towards the gray fog,

of achievement, going from nothing to

awesome… Klein’s mood turned for the better. He felt that the pleading voice

a response in his mind, transferring it through the

“I’m aware.”

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

his eyes ought to be swirled with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly in the vast

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

“I’m aware.”

wrapped around her as her mind was

she had dreamed of the

who quickly entered her Spectator

only did so at

to the

not a god, he is likely not far from being one… Audrey slowly

he was a powerful existence that she had no means of resisting, she quickly threw aside her worries. She began considering what to do

completely digest the Spectator potion… My

I have to seek out

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

to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways…

the bronze table’s seat of honor

completely covered in gray fog. He leaned back and clenched his fist to cover his

only living being in the world of the gray fog. Apart from that, there

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 kept prodding his mouth as he silently made a

originally planned on attempting to bind his body with the world of the gray fog in the same manner if the incantation and ritual proved effective. As such, he could then leverage all the power of

and through such a manipulative manner, he could go around the limitations, the mysteries, and the danger, allowing him to fully use the gray fog

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

understanding and control of the gray fog world has not reached that level… Klein shook his

moment, he saw the dark red star that represented the Hanged Man begin to pulse. He

Hanged Man’s ritual?” Klein nodded in

bronze table and extended his hand

it touched the pulsing

and

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