Most of the areas in the Forsaken Land of the Gods didn’t have paths that one would consider normal, but it wasn’t that difficult to walk through them. This was because large swaths of the land were barren. Everything was mostly black in color.

On the moors, there were occasional sightings of plants that stubbornly grew. They were of a variety of strange shapes and distorted sizes. Klein had no way to tell what they originally were.

Around them, in the areas that the lantern couldn’t illuminate, the darkness seemed to have a life of its own. It seemed to move silently, as though it wanted to devour everything that they could blanket.

As a Scholar of Yore, Klein just needed one glance from the corner of his eye to see the Spirit Body Threads extending out from the darkness around him. They were illusory, dense, and countless. This meant that there were many monsters lurking in the darkness.

These monsters were extremely silent. They stared at Amon, who was dressed as an ancient mage, as well as Klein, who looked like a present-day gentleman. Under the dim yellow light, they walked through the wilderness.

With his eyes fixed ahead, Klein casually held the animal hide lantern in his hand, not worried about when it would be extinguished.

Just as the two of them were about to leave this barren wilderness and enter a hilly region, a deformed monster of mangled flesh with two heads and five arms suddenly trembled in the darkness behind them.

It had become Klein’s marionette.

Controlling Spirit Body Threads was silent to begin with, and it wasn’t more than 500 meters away.

In the next second, the monster collapsed silently, losing its life.

Walking to Klein’s left, Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat, smiled. “He” raised “His” right arm and opened “His” palm, revealing something.

It was a transparent maggot with three-dimensional patterns.

A Worm of Spirit!

This was stolen from the marionette, along with the Spirit Body Threads.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, Amon easily crushed the transparent maggot with “His” fingers.

Klein immediately felt a pain that came from deep within his soul. His head felt like it was about to split open.

Thankfully, he had gotten used to this feeling from him repeated creating Yesterday Once More charms and Control Spirit Bullets. He only grimaced without losing his composure.

Amon maintained “His” smile and threw down “His” palm.

“You’re too reserved. You can be more daring.”

temples, feeling exhausted. Every Worm of Spirit was calling for

was being chased by Zaratul, the spirituality that he borrowed from his past self had been mostly expended. There was still the continuous “Traveling”

ambush from Amon, which resulted in him being

put down his right

believed that Amon would satisfy his request, because the more he failed at escaping despite trying his best, the more he could satisfy this God of Mischief’s desire for

face turned slightly as “He” said while facing the hillside, “There’s a resting place there. We’ll arrive soon. Of course, I don’t mind

the lantern to complete a Flaming Jump, but his drained spirituality stopped him. He could only follow Amon and rely on his feet

questions, he said to Amon,

with “His” monocled right eye. The corners of “His” lips curled up

the one

his mouth and

Amon raised “His” hand and pointed diagonally

“We’re here.”

hill less than a hundred meters away, there were a few buildings that looked like half-steeples. More than ten giant stone pillars protruded out from the ground, reaching only the height

used to be people living here?” Klein rubbed

to be a very large city. When the Cataclysm happened, the land cracked open

thought suddenly popped up in Klein’s mind. He sped up his

instinctively looked around

had murals that had been washed away by thousands of years. They were already indiscernible, and he could

Leaning against a thick stone pillar, he barely managed to imagine layers

care about the dangers

the danger come strike harder! Before he fell asleep, Klein shouted

glanced at him before casually sitting down beside him and snapping “His”

burn out in the lantern

last a few more minutes, it seemed to be able to last another

that

feeling groggy, Klein finally recovered

respond to this. He closed his eyes and pretended that

“Parasitized” at a deeper level, I don’t think Amon can monitor my thoughts. “He” can only tell if my thoughts are harmful

his past self through the Historical Void, a

was when Hvin Rambis invaded his

wasn’t stopped or

of any

began to examine if there were any abnormalities in his mind and thoughts that were being

a series of strict comparisons, he confirmed that there was nothing wrong

there was still a Worm of Time in his body, it was still considered being parasitized at a superficial level. It was

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