Inside the holy pillar of light, the tree tumor and flesh, having lost their external source of power, rapidly disintegrated, like snowflakes encountering a glowing red-hot iron ball.
A sizzling sound impossible to describe arose.
With difficulty, she turned her head left and right, looked up and down. Her expression gradually became fearful and confused, as if she had finally realized something was wrong with her state.
"General..." Her voice wavered. Frightened and desperate, she looked forward, but could only see a strange face.
Klein could have fed the remnants of Cynthia's flesh and spirit to
In his eyes, what had happened to Cynthia involved either a cult or a dangerous item that connected her to an existence that could not be looked upon directly. Hence, his reply.
Cynthia vaguely understood something. Now a head and some patches of flesh, she suddenly burst into tears: "It's the
"General... General, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!
"Save me! Save me!"
The Mother Tree of Desire... the School of the Celestial Body... These are outside my knowledge of mysticism... Klein's expression didn't change. He looked at the collapsed and crying Cynthia with pity, spread his arms again, and said in a low voice: "Death is not the end. You will find redemption by the side of the gods."
Another pure and clean pillar of light fell. Cynthia's beautiful face, covered in tears and snot, froze.
Her gaze suddenly became filled with despair, yet still retained a sliver of hope for the paradise after death.
Illuminated by the "Sun", her head and remnant body melted at a visible rate, vanishing, receiving final purification.
Klein watched this quietly. For a long time, his expression and movements did not change.
When everything settled, he curled his lips slightly into a bitter smile and let out a quiet laugh: "What a crazy and chaotic world..."
What he had just experienced prevented him from immediately attempting a "Channel". The many strange aspects of the incident made him give up the idea of bringing Cynthia's spirit above the
As for the backlash from Creeping Hunger, Klein wasn't worried for now. After spending a long time with this sealed mystical item, they had harmonized better. It didn't need to be fed immediately after a single use. It had returned to its original state: once activated, it only needed to eat once every 24 hours regardless of how many times it had been used. Of course, it didn't need to be fed on days it wasn't used.
Therefore, Klein had plenty of time to find food for Creeping Hunger without harming innocent people.
If all else failed, he could just throw it onto the Gray Fog... Klein looked around and found that the members of the General's guard and the servants in the house, including the maid at the door who was choking her companion seeking praise and recognition, and the blonde secretary Luen, had all fainted, having broken free from the amplified desire.
"Indeed, solving the root of the problem is the only way to completely end things...
"According to General Aemilius's description, Luen was at least a Sequence 6 Beyonder, suspected to be a 'Corrupt Baron', and might have even secretly reached Sequence 5... He was so easily controlled by the amplified desire, which implies the essence that descended through Cynthia was exceptionally high. Then why was I only affected by a wet dream...
"Excluding magical items, Luen and I should be on a similar level...
"Was it because the power from the intertwining of the Gray Fog and reality provided help? Due to the limitation of General Aemilius's 'Temporary Contract'? Or both?
"Yes, without them, as the main target of Cynthia, my desires would definitely have been amplified to the extreme, and it wouldn't have just been an obscene dream..." Klein habitually raised his right hand to touch his face and changed back to the appearance of Aemilius Levitt.
Since the others were out of immediate danger, he carefully examined the room. His inspiration was suddenly stirred.
Klein walked forward a few steps to where Cynthia had disappeared. He bent down and picked up a necklace from the pile of torn clothes on the bed.
The necklace had a pendant the size of a finger joint, completely black, shaped like a miniature rhinoceros horn. Its surface was extremely dull and covered in countless cracks. Apart from a slight sense of evil, it bore no luster of spirituality.
"Is this the dangerous item that caused Cynthia's mutation? Since it had already connected to that unseeable existence, it completed its mission and poured all its power into Cynthia's body?" Klein made a preliminary guess based on the pendant's condition and his previous experiences.