Chapter 628: Deep in the Night

Cynthia could vaguely sense the restrained and profound pain and helplessness radiating from Admiral Amelius. Without another word, she simply held him tightly, offering the comfort of her presence and support to help him find peace.

After a simple dinner, Klein took a hot bath and entered the quietest guest room as usual. He lay down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He knew he was getting a little too immersed in the "role" of Admiral Amelius. The helplessness towards fate, the hiding of pain—it all resonated strongly with his own life experiences.

If I hadn't already grasped the method of immersion and detachment, I might be a little lost right now... Heh, it's just like some actors from my past life who got so deep into their roles they couldn't get out, leading to mental problems... and for a Beyonder, mental problems might be amplified. Klein, despite his low mood, knew very clearly who he was.

I never expected a high-ranking naval admiral, a half-god, half-man Saint, to still have such helplessness and pain... Power can bring a lot, but it's not a cure-all... A thousand people have a thousand faces, this is the truest side of a Saint. Klein watched the scarlet moonlight gradually grow clearer, dyeing every piece of furniture in the room red.

At this moment, through the resonance with Admiral Amelius's experiences, the contrast between their differences, and his past acting experience, Klein built a more three-dimensional and true-to-life image of Amelius in his heart, while also making his own blurry "self" clearer and clearer: A person who values his emotions; A person from Earth, but also somewhat reshaped by Klein Moretti's fragmented memories; A person whose time as a Nighthawk was brief, yet whose choices are profoundly influenced by that experience; A person who is cautious and afraid of danger, yet can overcome himself at critical moments; A person who truly wants to be lazy, to eat good food, to travel, to enjoy life, but has to run around for more important things; A person who likes beautiful ladies, but can stick to his principles and not indulge himself; A person who loves money but is willing to spend generously on his brother and sister; A person who always buries pain in his heart and wears a smile on his face; A person who is used to complaining inwardly but is polite on the surface; A person who can overcome psychological barriers but won't cross the bottom line; A person who gets embarrassed by his own acting; ...

Also a guardian, a poor wretch facing danger and madness at all times! Klein curled the corner of his mouth, silently adding another sentence.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and he seemed to truly touch "himself." Before he knew it, Klein fell asleep, his body and mind at peace.

............

Inside the master bedroom, Cynthia was also asleep. Wearing a nightgown, she held a folded quilt, rubbing against it restlessly. Her hand unconsciously scratched her skin, leaving red marks.

In her dream, she saw the illusory, beautiful starry sky again, saw the star blooming with bright light.

Her vision drew closer, and she vaguely saw the star clearly.

............

Phew... Klein suddenly woke from his dream.

Why did I have a dream like that? He frowned slightly, turning his head in disbelief.

Just now, he not only dreamed of Cynthia and crossed the line with her, but also dreamed of Mrs. Xuelun, the "Joyful Witch", dreamed of Miss Sharon, who was exquisite as a doll, dreamed of Miss "Justice," whose face was blurry, dreamed of Triss Cheek, and dreamed of Tracy.

For many Beyonders and ordinary people alike, this might just be a normal suppressed reaction to recent events. But as a "Seer," dreams have special meaning!

This isn't a Seer's prophetic dream, but an external influence... An enemy! Klein was shocked and quickly formed his judgment.

At the same time, he cautiously rolled out of bed and quickly put on his general's uniform.

This way, he had the "Ninth Law" charm and "Creeping Hunger" on him, giving him strong self-preservation abilities.

Since he didn't know the current situation, Klein didn't try to go above the gray fog, still treating himself as Amelius.

With a somber expression, Klein carefully walked to the door and reached out his hand to grasp the knob.

At that moment, he seemed to finally reconnect with the real world, hearing a cacophony of chaotic sounds from outside the door.

Among them were distinct sounds of chewing, angry roars, and sharp urgings.

What on earth is happening? Everything was normal before! Klein swallowed his saliva, using meditation to maintain the required calm.

—He used "Spirit Vision" every day to inspect the situation inside the villa, but had never found any problems.