Chapter 233: Similar But Different

The cold air of the cemetery brought Klein out of his trance and he could only close his eyes and let out a small groan of discomfort.

Holding a hand to his head, he could still feel some things moving and regenerating.

'This is the worst headache I've ever had in my entire life...' Klein grunted as he lay still and waited for the pain to subside.

After a few minutes, the headache subsided to a more bearable point. Opening his eyes, the Clown looked down at his hands and clenched his fists.

"There's still a lot I don't know about my transmigration... he... Well, at least now I know that if I lose my head it will grow back..." Klein let out a hollow laugh.

"From this headache, it looks like I'll only be able to revive another 2 times max... At least I won't have to worry about my body being crushed or chopped into pieces..." Klein stared at his hands for another half minute before looking down at his clothes.

He was wearing his new shirt and tuxedo, only now they were covered in dirt and grime.

A small smile grew on his lips and a thought popped into his mind.

'Benson and Melisa don't know how to save...'

He placed his weight in his hand and flipped up into a standing position, realizing that he still had his Clown abilities.

The best little brother

The best teammate>

Looking at the epitaph on his tombstone, Klein felt his heart twist as if he was feeling the pain in Benson and Melissa.

And as he read the last part his eyes began to tear up as he remembered the last thing he had seen.

That blond man's arm through his captain's chest was welded with fire in his mind...

Clenching his fists tightly, he felt a great familiarity in that man, as if he had seen him before.

He was sure that if he divined now, he would know exactly why the familiarity.

With a frown, Klein knelt and closed the lid of his coffin.

'I will have a better result if I divine in the world above the gray fog, it will also serve as protection from any surprises...' He thought as he began to move the dirt back into place.

His thoughts may be scattered but he still knew what was priority so he did his best to make sure everything was as it was before he left the ground.

'Resurrection is not something anyone would accept! If the Mandated Punishers or the Machinery Hivemind knew about this, I'm sure it wouldn't end well for me...' Klein thought.

If he were still on earth, he could lie his way into being God's blessed, man's Savior... But in the world he was in now, it was a world with real Gods! Gods who responded to rituals!

If he tried to do that he wouldn't have time to worry about the officials as lightning would surely strike him!

As he was putting the earth in place, his spirituality noticed something.

Moving the earth a little, a familiar copper whistle jumped into view.

Somewhat surprised, Klein cleaned it as best he could. A question was not asked as the answer came to his nose.

Even though he had been in the ground, thanks to the fact that he had not been buried for long, the scent of a woman's perfume still lingered in it.

A perfume that he was familiar with because his sister only wore it on special occasions...

A sad smile grew on his face and Klein held the whistle to his chest and hugged it as tears again fell from his face.

"Thank you, Melissa..."

...

'It seems this is also considered a burial object?' Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he watched as his topaz pendant was wrapped around his left wrist.

His face turned solemn and he looked around.

"The Captain's grave should be around here somewhere, I think..."

Using his pendulum, and after changing two directions, he finally found Dunn's grave.

The most trusted partner

The Captain Forever>

After fifteen minutes of divination-assisted searching. Klein's gaze was returned by the monochromatic photo of the Captain. He had a gentle expression, a high hairline, and gray eyes, no different than before.

But even though Klein was seeing that gentle expression, his mind flashed back to the face the Captain made when his chest was pierced.

Biting his lips, Klein's entire body trembled. Tears again fell from his eyes and his nose became blocked.

The Clown tried to be strong but his knees gave way and he fell to the ground.

" Forgive me Captain..." Klein barely spoke.

"I tried... I tried my best but I failed... Forgive me..."

Klein stayed like that for a long 15 minutes. After unburdening himself, he slowly got up.

Looking at the grave of his Captain, and with red eyes, a smile grew on his face.

"Captain... We saved Tingen!"

Tears fell again but his smile stayed in place.

But as soon as he realized what he said, his expression froze and his eyes widened in shock.

Quickly he dropped the pendulum again and closing his eyes he spoke in his mind.

'Daly Dimone is alive...Daly Simone is alive...'

Opening his eyes after repeating the sentence 7 times, a huge sigh left his lips.

The pendulum was swinging with decent speed in affirmation!

'Madam Daly is alright... Praise the Goddess!'

Letting out another sigh, Klein returned his attention to the photo. He gave a bow and held that position for several seconds.

After a while, Klein straightened up and took one last look at the photo. He turned around and finding a hiding place behind a tree, he took four counter-clockwise steps and entered the space above Gray Fog.

It was time to find out why his killer was so familiar.

He took his place in the seat of honor at the end of the musty bronze table.

In front of him appeared a fountain pen and a yellowish goatskin parchment.

Because his body in reality was under very little protection. He wasted no time and quickly wrote his divination statement barely using a second to think about it.

He repeated this 7 times and leaned back in his chair. Entering his dream with the help of the Cogitation.

In the blurry world, countless colored lights were dancing and coming together to form a scene.

In a room, he easily recognized as Dunn Smith's office. He saw himself and the captain seated.

The older man had handed him a piece of paper that he had pulled out of a desk drawer.

There was no title on the piece of paper, just a black-and-white picture with a few lines of information.

The picture snapped and Klein awoke from his dream. His look was one of disbelief.

Bringing a hand to his face, a humorless laugh was muffled by the palm.

"I saw the face of my killer without even knowing it! " Klein shouted full of irony.

The man in the picture and his murderer was the traitor Ince Zangwill! He was the former Archbishop of the Church of the Evernight Goddes! The Gatekeeper who failed to advance!

Dunn Smith had presented him with this guy's information as soon as he had joined the Nighthawks!

Ince Zangwill at the time of betraying the church had stolen the sealed artifact 0-08!

And thanks to the information provided by Chariot about the coincidences he immediately bet that the ability of this artifact with the appearance of a simple feather was that!

Tap Tap Tap Tap

Tapping the edge of the table, Klein's expression went flat.

"Creating stories in which people follow the script without realizing it... What a terrifying power!" Klein muttered trembling.

He was sure that if it hadn't been for Chariot, he would never have seen the signs until it was too late.

"If Mr. Chariot hadn't said what he said. How many more people besides me and the captain would have died?" Klein muttered looking at the crimson flame.

Despite how much it pained him, Klein knew it was a miracle that only the two of them had died.

Shaking his head, Klein let out an empty sigh, letting his back slide down the chair, he thought back to the last conversation he had with the Captain before facing Megose.

"When a Beyonder dies they leave behind the Beyonder characteristics. These are just like the potion without the supplemental ingredients..."

"In other words, someone will always be able to advance as long as he knows the complete formula..."

"... Becoming a high sequence Beyonder takes a special ritual. That was mentioned in the incomplete formula of Unshadowed..."

"Ince Zangwill is the Gatekeeper of Sequence 5... Saint Selena's Ashes must be the characteristics of Sequence 4... I know that the Sleepless Pathway, Death Pathway, and Giant Pathway are interchangeable in Sequence 4..."

He knew this thanks to Mr. Sun who explained to him about the Pathways that the Silver City controlled the first time he brought him here.

Tap Tap Tap

"Having been an Archbishop he knew exactly which one she belonged to. And he sure knows the corresponding ritual..."

Tap Tap...

His finger paused and his frown deepened.

"He orchestrated the Spawn's descent from an Evil God just to make himself stronger? What a stupid, selfish, scumbag of a human being you have to be for that?!"

All of Tingen was in danger just because a man with a weak ego wanted to become stronger!

Groaning, Klein slapped the table in frustration.

"And the worst thing is that he succeeded..."

Considering that he took the skull of Lord Azik's son, it's pretty certain that the only thing he lacked to advance was the ashes of the Holy Selena.

Ince Zangwill at this point is most likely already a Sequence 4 Demigod!

Clicking his tongue and seeing that a few minutes had already passed and his body was unprotected, Klein wasted no more time and wrote a new sentence.

Having the protection of 0-08 and being a Demigod now, Klein could only divine a general area.

Of course, this was only possible thanks to this mysterious space, if he tried to do it in the real world no doubt the divination would fail.

Repeating the divination statement 7 times, Klein closed his eyes and went back to dreaming.

The countless colored lights danced and danced, in an instant they formed a beautiful city that was bathed in crimson moonlight.

A city that had a beautiful crystalline river passing through it. Beside the river were multiple houses among houses painted in vibrant colors, Klein recognized some varieties of the old Feynapotter style in them.

With reddish orange ceramic cupolas interspersed with triple-pitched roofs and clear blue windows. He could also see how there was a small mixture of Baroque style.

Klein's dream was shattered.

As a graduate student in the History Department, he easily recognized the city.

This city had gained its independence more than 700 years ago.

The 'City of Wisdom', Lenburg!

Shaking his head, Klein quickly wrote down another divination statement.

He was the fiance of Megose, and according to the letter of the dead Sirius Arapis. One of the main participants in the creation of the True Creator's Spawn.

He was an accomplice who would not escape responsibility and would pay in blood!

Repeating 7 times, Klein closed his eyes.

The process repeated itself and he could see a city vastly different from the one he had seen before.

A thick and somewhat turbulent river, on the sides, were rows upon roess of modern Loen style buildings painted in dark colors, a bit of Gothic style could be seen...

The Capital of Capitals and the City of Hope, Backlund!

The scene broke and Klein returned to his body.

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