In Constant City, Loen, Klein appeared here using the identity of The World Gehrman Sparrow.
Without even needing to search intentionally, just following his intuition to open a door in front of him, he directly appeared at the gathering place of the Abraham family.
Having changed into the black formal suit currently most fashionable in Loen, sporting a mid-top silk hat and holding a cane in his hand, Mr. Door turned His head upon sensing something, nodding gently toward Klein with a warm expression.
Compared to their last meeting, His face seemed a bit younger, yet remained traditional. His hair was entirely black and His eyes were deep blue; He looked highly energetic, appearing to have lived quite well during this period of time.
"Gehrman Sparrow?"
Behind Mr. Door, Lawrence cried out in astonishment. Most of the Abraham family members standing alongside him recognized the identity of the crazy adventurer; those who didn't previously also recognized him after hearing Lawrence's voice.
Mr. Door's gaze lingered upon Gehrman Sparrow for a good while, seemingly having already perceived the authority and characteristics belonging to the Door pathway on the other party's body.
After a brief silence, Mr. Door took the initiative to speak:
"What does that Fool plan to do?"
Gehrman Sparrow took off the mid-top silk hat on his head, and after paying his respects very politely, he took out that Miracle Invoker characteristic Klein had separated just now, handing it over to Mr. Door while simultaneously saying:
"Mr. Fool hopes that you can head to the absolute easternmost side of the Forsaken Land of the Gods. The entrance to the Western Continent will appear over there before long."
"No problem."
Mr. Door nodded gently. He was not too surprised by this requirement. Under the condition where most of the High-Sequence characteristics had been converged by the other party, He had even less reason to refuse.
Before Gehrman Sparrow turned to leave, Mr. Door spoke:
"You had better find an opportunity, or create an opportunity, to reclaim the authority of Error upon Amon. As the God of Deceit and Mischief, and with the help of the True Creator, perhaps an inadvertent oversight or accident will become a loophole that can be utilized by Him."
"I understand." Gehrman Sparrow paused his steps, took a glance at Mr. Door, and hooked the corner of his mouth, saying:
"We are all waiting for an opportunity, but the longer time drags on, the more beneficial it will only be for me. My ally is already a true Great Old One, while the True Creator has yet to completely grasp the Chaos Sea."
"That level of power He displayed previously cannot be sustained long-term. I wonder how much longer we will have to wait before it can be utilized a second time."
Mr. Door nodded slightly and did not continue to persuade. After watching Gehrman Sparrow leave, He turned to look at the family members behind Him, speaking with a slightly heavy face:
"Let's move into action. First, relocate the family to Leusell in South Intis. After settling down, you must seize the time to act and promote. This kind of peaceful time will not be too much anymore."
"There is no need to worry about the problem of acting. I will find that Pope of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to negotiate. The secret arts and various mysterious magics they grasp are no fewer than those of the Church of Wisdom, fully sufficient to support your digestion of the Scribe potion."
.....
Leaving Backlund County, Klein's figure appeared at the Rorsted Archipelago on the Sonia Sea, appearing inside New the City of Silver, appearing inside the cathedral belonging to The Fool.
"Mr. Wor... Sparrow!"
Derrick looked toward the figure that suddenly appeared before him with some astonishment. Pausing a brief moment, he then spoke once more:
"Mr. Sparrow, are you here to guide the revision of the holy scriptures? Or does Mr. Fool have some revelation?"
Klein shook his head, saying in a calm tone:
"No, just happened to arrive in the vicinity, so I came over to take a look."
"The seal on the Forsaken Land of the Gods has already been lifted. They cleared out the dangers over there and established a perfected, new order sufficient to let people survive normally."
"Afterward, the various countries of the Northern Continent and some forces of the Southern Continent will begin to dispatch manpower over there, heading to explore and make some preparations."
"...The seal on the Forsaken Land of the Gods has been lifted?"
Derrick froze for a moment before reacting, murmuring in a low voice. It was somewhat unbelievable to him, bringing a sense of deep powerlessness. Their the City of Silver had struggled there for over a thousand years, and it was only after accidentally obtaining the gaze of Mr. Fool that they had the opportunity to throw off the darkness and come to the outside world.
Yet now, they had just established a new home in the outside world, but the darkness of the Forsaken Land of the Gods had been lifted. This made him feel that the efforts of himself and the others had become like a joke.
Silencing for two seconds, Derrick asked with his voice lowered a bit:
"What does Mr. Fool mean? Does He hope that we also participate in the exploration of the Forsaken Land of the Gods?"
Klein shook his head and gave a light laugh, saying:
"No, protect New the City of Silver and New Moon City well. Broadcasting faith upon this foundation is precisely what Mr. Fool needs most."
"As for the Forsaken Land of the Gods, that place will subsequently degenerate into a battlefield of struggle between the deities of the Astral World and the Sefirot of the Western Continent. The reason why They uncovered the seal there is precisely to prevent the clashes between high levels from affecting the normal world on this side, affecting the existing civilization."
Pausing slightly, Klein looked at Derrick, whose mood was somewhat downcast, and added further:
"No matter how reality develops, your efforts are worthy of affirmation and praise. In the outside world, there is a proverb originating from the period of the Fourth Epoch: Believe in the majesty of the deities, but do not believe in the benevolence of the deities."
"This sentence shouldn't be spoken from my mouth, but you should understand the meaning of this sentence. Destiny is only most reliable when grasped in one's own hands."
Derrick nodded heavily, a smile emerging on his face once more:
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Sparrow... Um, compared to the reservedness and gloominess at the Tarot Club, the current you seems much more cheerful."
Klein smiled and nodded: "After becoming an Angel, one must make oneself maintain sufficient humanity, so as to counteract the madness that has been clamoring inside the body all along."
Following the fall of his voice, his figure disappeared within a deep-blue brilliance, continuously flashing inside New the City of Silver, Bayam, and other places.
He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of being active at sea to act out every single sequence of the Door pathway once, stamping his own brand upon the characteristics on this marionette body. This could effectively lower his difficulty when reclaiming this portion of characteristics and authority afterward.
.....
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods no longer enveloped by darkness, beneath the bright and blazing sunlight, countless brilliant starlights burst out from the void, rapidly constructing an illusory door covered in countless mysterious symbols.
Mr. Door's figure walked out from the other side of the door. Appearing along with Him was Bernadette, who wore an olive-green long dress, sported an old-fashioned black soft hat, and had fine-grid thin gauze draping down to obscure her features.
Although the residual divine power and aura here had already been cleared out, and the dark clouds and darkness that enveloped the sky all along had also receded, it remained an expanse of desolation where it was difficult to see traces of life.
While scanning the surroundings with her gaze, Bernadette opened her mouth to speak in a calm and low voice:
"The rules here are slightly distinct from the normal world outside. The rules on the side of reality override the mysterious, suppressing the power of divinity. It is somewhat similar to the 'mystery weakens, Enhance Reality' of an Imperative Mage, only this is targeted at an entire continent."
Mr. Door nodded gently, taking up the words to say:
"If constraints are not applied, those few in the Astral World and the Sefirot of the Western Continent can destroy this world. When that time comes, without needing the outer deities of the cosmos to descend, this world will enter the apocalypse ahead of schedule."
His voice stopped suddenly. Mr. Door and Bernadette turned their heads simultaneously; the spiritual intuition of an Astrologer and a Clairvoyant let them see the shadow of the Abyss expanding to this piece of land.
Bernadette stood in place without moving a muscle, a touch of deep purple floating across her eyes, looking as though it condensed a portion of a flowing galaxy.
After a moment, she suddenly spoke in a low tone:
"A Sequence 2 Bloody Archduke. The aura upon His body is somewhat chaotic, looking as though other things are also mixed into Him."
Mr. Door nodded slightly, a touch of understanding flashing within His deep blue eyes as He spoke in a tranquil tone:
"The favor of the Black Emperor can let you adapt to the environment here more than ordinary people. No wonder the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom chose to let you come over to this side."
"Speaking from this aspect, Bornova is more suitable than me. What the Paragon pathway grasps is originally knowledge leaning toward the domain of reality—if he weren't happening to accommodate the Illuminator characteristic at this very moment."
Bernadette shook her head. Inside her eyes, one after another mysterious symbol condensed by clear brilliance continuously appeared, looking as though she were observing and peering into the underlying rules here.
Pausing slightly, Bernadette ended the topic just now, turning instead to say:
"Aside from that Bloody Archduke, there are also quite a few existences who have stealthily set foot upon this piece of land. Among them, there must be quite a few people hidden who have been bewitched by those existences in the cosmos. I wonder toward which direction the subsequent development of matters will be pushed."
Mr. Door nodded, taking up the words to say:
"This place used to be the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the sanctuary of the True Creator. He possesses a natural advantage here; this is perhaps also the reason why They mapped this place out as a battlefield."
During the conversation between the two, the bright sky suddenly grew dim and heavy, as though enveloped by a layer of shadow too thick to dissolve, reflecting an expanse of a pitch-black, fallen "ocean."
At the absolute easternmost side of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the barrier formed by the rolling expansion of endless gray fog looked as though it were suddenly provoked, turning over and surging violently. One after another distorted and ferocious face became prominent, like wronged souls and ghosts imprisoned within the gray fog, using force to impact the cage.
Klein watched this scene through his deployed marionette above the gray fog, unable to restrain himself from muttering to himself:
"Is this planning to forcefully break through the blockade of the gray fog? If it were just himself, there should be a more relaxed method instead. In order to bring whom out?"
Silencing for two seconds, he pulled his field of view higher, letting himself be capable of seeing more places.
During this process, he saw the "Wraith" hiding itself inside a mirror surface, the "Shadow Ascetic" concealed inside the shadows, the mist belonging to the concealed world, Mr. Door and Bernadette situated inside a hidden space...
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, unable to restrain himself from lampooning: "On the surface, not a single person is present, yet as a result, in the dark, they are almost bursting this piece of land apart from the crowding."