Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"The Fool..." "The Door..." "Error..."

Klein's head felt like it was exploding, and his crazy murmurings pushed him into a state where he was about to lose control.

His skin turned into the grayish white color of a dead person, without any vitality at all, like a corpse about to be dissected, or of course, like a freshly baked doll.

The next moment, there were flesh buds squirming on his body, like worms. These "worms" seemed to be breaking away from this body and jumping off this body.

Klein has never experienced this kind of impact, but the only thing he is thankful for is that he is already a "fairy tale mage", and his rituals are very effective.

The mermaid's song echoed in the area and penetrated into his head, calming down the surging potion essence a little.

This allowed Deklein to mobilize the dreamy phosphorescence in his body to resist his own madness.

"Why is this happening!?"

This change was so exaggerated, it was like all the nonsense he had never heard before was stuffed into his head, directly breaking through his rational defense line.

Before his promotion, he also asked Sharon, Cresty and others about the mental state of Sequence Five.

Their descriptions are all terrifying, but they are within the normal range. The dreamy phosphorescence possessed by their "fairy tale mage" can be suppressed normally.

Just after drinking the magic potion, reality hit him hard.

"'Fool', 'Gate', 'Error'..." Klein recalled the words mentioned in the ramble.

He had seen the same words from the investigation orders of the Abraham family, the Secret Order, the Antigonus family and other forces.

"It's the gray mist..." Klein confirmed.

He received a gift of Gray Mist's level, and now he seems to have to pay a corresponding price.

"From now on, I will have to be surrounded by danger and terrifying nonsense all the time."

Klein's mental state began to recover, and the fleshy buds on his body gradually faded away, returning to his normal appearance. However, this time the whispers in his ears were not suppressed, but instead echoed in his ears all the time.

This is the state of a normal extraordinary person, and because of the "dream" path, he can only truly experience this feeling now.

At this moment, Klein was very grateful to the "Supreme Dream".

"And Bishop Truman. If it weren't for his guidance, I wouldn't be able to take the 'Dream' path."

And if it weren't for the "dream" path, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the first wave of crazy ravings.

Klein devoutly thanked the "Supreme Dream" before he began to look at himself. In his vision, there were countless illusory black lines rising from all over the world.

This is the spiritual thread.

A thread that rises from the body of a living being and can be controlled by the "Puppet Master".

With the spiritual thread, in the eyes of the "Secret Puppet Master", everyone is a secret puppet that can be controlled.

Klein hesitated for a moment, and used "Fairy Tale Arrival" and Spirit Body Thread at the same time. Two powers with similar expressions but different essences merged at this moment, starting an essential sublimation.

“I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I always feel that the ‘dream’ pathway matches well with the other pathways…”

Klein hooked his fingers and pulled a certain spiritual thread, and a certain mermaid in the sea suddenly stiffened.

But now he was far more than 100 meters away from the controlled mermaid.

Klein sensed it for a few seconds and let go of the control.

"The existence of the spiritual thread allows me to easily establish a connection with the target, and then this connection is 'Marionette', which increases my attack range by at least five times, and I am home within 500 meters."

"You can try to control it within a hundred meters, and you can try to influence it within five hundred meters."

"The time for 'marion transformation' has also been greatly reduced. It only takes one minute for the enemy to become my marionette."

"And within this minute, the enemy needs to face me who can also perform 'Fairy Tale Arrival'..."

"Now I can control at most three to four marionettes, but the paper man's words are only limited to my spirituality."

"This is far from the limit. With the digestion of the potion and the completion of the story of "Utopia", I can at least triple the entire scope!"

"I'm really an army all by myself."

After he has completely digested the magic potion, he can at least control a person with five sequence five marionettes, ten sequence five paper people, plus many weird "fairy tales coming", what is it if not one man becomes an army? ?

"If I faced a demigod..." Klein couldn't help but fantasize.

This idea was so tempting that it took Klein a full minute to calm down.

Klein shook his head, summoned the driver, and left Denos Island directly through her and returned to his room.

"Thank you for your help." Klein took out a scroll. There were a thousand gold coins in it. It only needed to be shaken hard to shake it out.

"Very good..." Reinette Tinichole, who was transferred from driver lady to messenger lady, bit one of her heads on the scroll.

"Don't...contact me...for the past...week..."

Then the three free heads spoke one after another.

"A week?" Klein blinked. The rest period he, Sharon, and Maric had agreed upon was exactly one week.

"Okay." Klein nodded lightly.

Miss Messenger stepped directly into the spirit world.

Klein exhaled softly, sealed the room with his spirituality, walked four steps backward, and arrived above the gray fog.

After he truly became the "Secret Puppet Master", he felt that his connection with the gray mist became even closer, and a large part of the terrifying and crazy ravings he endured came from this connection.

Klein looked around and saw that there was no change in the location of the "Tarot Society" gathering.

He raised his head and looked into the air. Following this movement, his spirit body slowly flew upwards and landed on a staircase of light.

Klein climbed to the top of the stairs and looked at the vague things.

It looked like the shell of something, with a vague outline in the gray mist, like a door.

The dark green and almost black color is very prominent, and Klein's powerful spirituality has even used this color to outline the appearance of a gate.

"Do I need to walk in?" Klein stepped forward, but an invisible pressure appeared in his senses.

He is still one step away.

"Can you really get closer only by becoming a demigod?" Klein sighed softly.

Just as he was about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of night from the corner of his eye.

"Night?" This place is above the gray fog. How can there be such a thing?

Klein stared at the night curtain, and suddenly had some impulse. He should reach out and lift off the night curtain.

It's quite beautiful at night. It should be a good cloak to wear on your body. It will definitely look good.