That was… An almost completely transparent object was reflected within Klein’s eyes.
It resembled the shell of something, occasionally shrinking back slightly, disappearing from Klein’s field of vision, and then probing outward as if blown by an invisible wind, revealing some of its outline.
Using it as an anchor and looking further up, there was a color of deep green, almost black, standing still.
Like the color of trees in the Dark Forest… Klein muttered to himself, completely unable to imagine what that “color” or “thing” represented. He could only boldly guess that it might be related to further control of the mysterious space above the
Not attempting any futile effort, he jumped down from the ladder that seemed to lead to heaven and returned to the palace he had manifested.
Considering the “Mysterious Queen’s” existence, Klein tidied up a bit, left the Gray Fog, and returned to the bathroom of his own room.
Tying up loose ends, he walked to his suitcase, took out the “
After all this fuss, the types of magical items he could use and carry had returned to the state they were in
“Normally, I should be very excited and happy, but actually I’m not, not even as excited as when I finally found the mermaid… Because for me, it’s just another step on the path of revenge. The real goal I want to achieve is still far away…
“Next, I need to summarize the rules, digest the ‘Marionettist’ potion, and find the recipe and materials for the corresponding Sequence 4. Well, I’ll have to do these things after leaving this sea. I’ll ask Mr. Azik,
“Hehe, I need to rest my body and mind for a few days. If the string is pulled too tight, it will snap, and it will lead to signs of losing control…” Klein turned to look at the full-body mirror in the room. He saw himself, nearly 1.8 meters tall, with black hair and brown pupils, a thin face with distinct features, wearing a white shirt and a long formal suit, a bow tie, a top hat, and a dark gold sun bird brooch. His expression was calm, and his gaze was deep and dark.
Looking quietly for a while, he raised his hands, adjusted the cuffs on his sleeves, and patted his black long formal suit.
…………
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the layered, grayish buildings ahead.
“That is
His unkempt white hair constantly shook in the wind blowing across the wilderness.
“So fast…” Derrick, carrying the “Hurricane Axe,” sighed in surprise.
He quickly felt relieved, finding it reasonable, as the
Using the lightning that illuminated the dark, he saw the appearance of Afternoon Town clearly. Built at the foot of a mountain, it naturally divided into upper, middle, and lower levels. Though called a town, it was actually no smaller than most of the ruins discovered by the City of Silver.
Here, gray stones were piled into different houses. Some were hollowed out from a single block, nearly ten meters tall; others, like Derrick’s current residence, were so short that a normal human could almost touch the ceiling.
These buildings were tightly packed together. Some had collapsed, others still stood firm, but all were stained with the traces of decay and decline.
It’s completely different from what the textbooks described… Derrick was suddenly reminded of what he had learned in history class.
According to the records of the City of Silver, Afternoon Town was a gate separating reality and mythology, inhabited by humans and giants. There was night and day, but all of the daytime was in an “afternoon” state. No heavy fog, torrential rain, or blizzard could hide the relatively fierce sunlight. But now, it was dark and gray. Even when lit up by lightning, it lacked a sense of brightness and was utterly lifeless.
Gripping his axe handle, Derrick, whose eyes “contained” two miniature suns, walked at the side of the exploration team. Following the “Chief” Colin, he entered Afternoon Town step by step.
It had already been cleared once during the initial exploration. The streets were covered with rotting flesh and traces of dried pus. All around was silent, without a single sound.
“Be careful, there are quite a few strange monsters hiding in the darkness here.” Colin Iliad, with an old scar on his face, did not let his guard down. He reached back and drew one of the two swords he carried, its blade containing a restrained silver light.
This is the gate of mythology? When the Creator abandoned this land, did He even abandon mythology? Derrick couldn’t help but imagine the fate of Afternoon Town during that great upheaval, intuitively feeling it was likely different from the Silver Kingdom.
Before he had time to observe his surroundings more carefully and look for possible clues, he suddenly heard an urgent shout from a teammate on the other side:
“There is something!”
Derrick turned his head and saw that on the surface of the ten-meter-high stone house, a transparent face had grown.
This face was covered in countless cracks. They regularly spiraled towards the center, forming a single eye or a mouth that resembled a vortex.
Within the vortex, the hurricane was palpable, howling as it spewed out. Inside it, countless lights like the glow of dawn shot out like arrows of light.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
They struck several members of the exploration team, but it was as if they had hit a thick city wall, only managing to produce a dull and dense sound before quickly disappearing into the gloomy environment.