Seeing that the Marionette Town was fine, Klein began to ponder Miss Justice's encounter:
"The operation targeting Arihogg the Mind Dragon wasn't arranged by
"Otherwise, Adam couldn't possibly not descend with a divine avatar, and Arihogg couldn't have escaped so easily. He would have had to rely on the second 'City of Miracles' to have any hope.
"If it was led by Hermes, the whole thing makes sense... Hermes never intended to capture or kill Arihogg. He just wanted to learn some information from this ancient Mind Dragon. Once Arihogg said, 'Adam isn't necessarily Adam,' the operation naturally ended.
"Hmm, from this perspective, Hermes already had some suspicions about Adam's true state. It's just that his identity restricted him from making Arihogg appear voluntarily, so he resorted to using Miss Justice indirectly.
"'Adam isn't necessarily Adam, Arihogg isn't necessarily Arihogg'... This sentence is really interesting. The high level of the 'Spectator' pathway is even more mysterious than that of the 'Seer'. Back then,
"If Adam is truly not Adam, then who is He? Is He the Adam from the mythological legends before the First Epoch, or a part of 'The Original'? Or is it related to the resurrection plan of the
Klein quickly materialized a gold coin, snapped it into the air, and performed a divination.
The result of the divination indicated that today's events posed no harm.
Klein then dismissed the coin and prepared to lower his consciousness, returning to his main body sleeping in the Saint
Just then, his movements paused slightly:
Miss Justice encountering Arihogg and Hermes happened almost simultaneously with that
Individually, neither side had any issues, but the word "simultaneous" made Klein cautious.
He was very sensitive to words like "exact," "coincidence," "simultaneous," and "roughly." This was the mark left on his mind by his past experiences.
Tapping gently on the edge of the mottled long table, Klein decided to make some preparations for his concerns.
He quickly condensed a beam of light containing certain words and a certain will and cast it into a sparkling glimmer of prayer.
Having done this, Klein sank his consciousness, left Sefirah Castle, and returned his spirit to his main body.
Following this, he began to influence Utopia, planning to use various arrangements to make the outsiders currently in the city temporarily "leave."
This way, even if an accident did happen, it wouldn't affect the innocent.
This also meant that Klein was prepared to abandon Utopia and rebuild the Marionette Town elsewhere. After all, the ritual could be performed many times, but a person could only be resurrected one more time.
... ...
"Rest well for the next two days. It will be a while before you can testify in court." Byers sent
Wendel smiled back and said:
"I'm starting to feel drowsy now."
It was the middle of the night. He hadn't been able to sleep earlier because he was too anxious and worried. He had thought to walk around the MI9 headquarters to calm his nerves, but he ended up overhearing the conversation of the night watch colleagues. His emotions were completely triggered, and he decided to return to Utopia to face the problem head-on.
After checking in, Wendel, who had no luggage, briskly climbed to the third floor and entered his room.
Passing through the doorway, he vaguely felt that the surrounding was unusually dark.
Hoping to sleep better, Wendel moved to the window and drew the curtain.
In the process, he inexplicably felt that the scenery outside the window was strangely familiar.
However, shrouded by the night, he couldn't distinguish it clearly. Thinking it might be a scene he had seen before in Utopia, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, yawned, and as he took off his clothes, he walked towards the bed.
...
Monica was sleeping in the middle of the night when she suddenly needed to pee.
She held it in for a long time, but couldn't bear it any longer. Eventually, she rolled out of bed and headed to the en-suite washroom.
Pushing open the washroom door, she felt it had become a little heavier.
Rubbing her eyes that could barely open, Monica didn't pay attention to this minor change. She quickly took care of her business, rushed out of the washroom, and hurried back to bed.
When she crawled under the covers, she found the temperature inside had dropped significantly, so she had to wrap herself in layers upon layers.
It wasn't long before she successfully fell back asleep.
...
About a quarter of an hour later, Byers, who was patrolling the streets, rubbed his hands together and turned towards the street where the police station was located, intending to hand over his duties to a colleague.
Suddenly, his body froze at the corner of the alley.
The thin, dark "Spirit Body Threads" on his body all came off at the same time, drifting upward.
A finely cut paper figurine fell, connected to those "Spirit Body Threads," and quickly transformed into another Byers.
At the same time, torrents of vast and complex knowledge turned into an information flood, surging over, and reassembling into a man wearing splendid clothes with chestnut-colored long hair.
This man had blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He was exactly the Sequence 1 historical projection of
Immediately after, the projection grasped with his hand, sucking in all the surrounding information into his palm, condensing it into a phantom ball of light.
This information included all the details of Byers' problem.
The next second, the historical projection of Roselle Gustav fabricated a piece of information indicating everything was normal and transmitted it along the "Spirit Body Threads" connected to the paper figurine to the Saint Arianna Church at the Municipal Square, to the depths of the church.
After this series of operations, a flood of information surged in the air again, and with Roselle's help, it reassembled into three figures:
An old man wearing a black robe and a hood, with a long, thick white beard covering his face; a middle-aged man draped in a cloak, with black hair and blue eyes, a somewhat square face, and a dignified aura; and a giant tree drenched in oil, extending arm after arm covered with various strange things, rolling eyeballs black and white and covered in bloodshot veins.