Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 238 The Philosopher
After a few seconds of quiet scrutiny, Klein took a step forward and stepped onto the ladder, cautiously descending one level at a time.
The surrounding light gradually dimmed, only grayish colors enveloped this quiet to the extreme world, the more Klein descended, the more he had the feeling of being shut into a lightless, dark and soundless room, the movement of his blood gurgling and the sound of his heart’s powerful leaps could slowly be heard in his ears.
The latter was getting faster and faster, a little bit tainted with uncontrollable anxiety and panic, Klein was busy collecting his spirit and observing the cascading orbs of light in order to smooth out his emotions and restore his state.
To his side, the grayish-white cliffs representing the subconscious realm of Grosser stood cold and silent as if dead, but every now and then a point of light would flash through the grayish haze around him.
Klein gazed at it, and from one of the points of light, he saw the giant who had torn open the human and stuffed it into his mouth and the Grocer with a horrified expression; at that time, the latter was less than 3 meters and was obviously still in his infancy.
The points of light flickered and emerged into the frozen dusk that spilled over the mountain peaks, where time seemed to have slowed down.
Klein was about to hunt for more valuable information from Grosel’s subconscious when the sound of a beast panting suddenly rang in his ears.
With a brush, a huge palm poked out of the gray haze around them, its complexion grayish-blue and covered in decay, carrying a distinct yellowish-green liquid as it moved quickly to grab at Klein’s ankle.
At the sound of Ho-Ho-Ho’s voice, the same palms grasped and ingested their way upward, one after the other, at the steps below, as if they were trying to forcibly drag Klein’s spiritual body into the deepest and most unfathomable parts of the mind-world.
For a moment, these rotting palms were like a sea of forests, densely packed, constantly struggling to stretch upwards and emitting horrifying gasps that could make one’s hairs stand on end, frightening Klein so much that he instinctively leapt upwards and jumped three flights of steps.
But the countless palms belonging to the corpse of the giant did not stop, propped up on the surface of the steps, writhing upward like a tidal wave, flooding every inch of space below.
Klein was about to explore his right palm, take the “Death Knell”, and use the purification bullets together with the “massacre” to solve this group of countless “monsters”, when two questions suddenly flashed in his mind:
Where did these “palms” come from? Why did they appear in Grosser’s subconscious?
Once the question appeared, inspiration was born, Klein vaguely understood something, immediately gave up using the “death knell”, calmed his breathing, and contemplated the sphere of light.
The huge, rotting palms took advantage of the situation and swarmed to his feet, grabbing at his ankles and calves!
Just then, they disappeared without a sound, as if they had never been there.
”Sure enough, this is an illusion created by my subconscious influence by Grosser, where the mind and the heart not only ‘face’ each other directly, but also intermingle with each other, and without corresponding extraordinary abilities, the deeper you go, the easier it is to have an emotional breakdown, and to be eroded little by little by the other person’s subconscious, and eventually The ‘mind body’ is seriously contaminated, and the whole person becomes a mentally ill person who can’t regain his or her sanity, and this is likely to lead to loss of control …… This is not the same as psionics, it’s not as if you can avoid being contaminated by staying awake and sane, because you’ve already been in the target ‘mind body’ inside ……” Klein murmured silently to himself, coming to a realization.
He hesitated for a few seconds, turned his body around and climbed up the ladder, no longer delving into the world of Grocer’s mind, for he lacked the extraordinary ability to pacify his own mind, and forcing his way down would be tantamount to suicide.
”We’ll think about continuing our exploration once we’ve collected magical items in this area.” Kraven settled on the idea and walked faster and faster, finally taking a leap and returning to Grosel’s dreamland, back to the place where the guards of the “Giant’s Court” lived.
Already feeling tired, he immediately left the dream world and walked through the wall out of Grosel’s smithy, once again examining the wonders of the world of the book.
”So far have met Grosel, Mobet, and Chartas, and I’ve heard of the pious cleric Snorman and the ‘philosopher’ Lonzel when I was looking around for someone to gossip with earlier, but there’s no Anderson Hood, no Edwina Edwards, no Danez, and even less of Gelman Sparrow …… So is it the dead that have brand new characters in the books, or is it the adventurers who have been here for a long time, who have shown themselves in their daily lives in their entirety, that have been copied down to a certain subconscious?” Klein strolled along the edge of the street illuminated by the glow of the setting sun, pondering this rather crucial question for him.
If it was the previous speculation that the dead would be “reborn” into new characters, then Klein didn’t need to worry about anything, but if it was the latter, he would have to reduce the frequency of exploring the world of the book and strictly control the duration of each stay.
”It’s impossible to tell at the moment, let’s deal with it according to the latter kind of situation first, it’s always right to be cautious …… “Klein quickly had a decision, and was about to return above the gray mist.
At that moment, he saw another familiar figure.
The black-haired, blue-eyed Long Zel was sitting on a long wooden bench by the street, staring blankly at the sky that seemed to have been burned by fire, as if in deep thought.
Thinking that the former Rune soldier’s urn was in his hands, ready to be sent back to the Storm Church Cemetery in Beckland, Klein sighed silently, walked over, sat down beside Longzell, and asked in a casual conversation:
”What are you thinking about?”
”I’m thinking about who I am, where I came from, and where I should go back to ……,” Longzell said dreamily without withdrawing his gaze.
Without waiting for Klein to ask again, he shook his head and let out a low laugh:
”I always felt that I didn’t belong here, that I wasn’t myself now, that there was a place waiting for me to go back to.
”They laughed at me for always thinking about these useless questions, so they nicknamed me ‘The Philosopher’ ……”
As he spoke, he looked at the descending sunset and once again fell silent, transfixed.
Without saying a word, Klein sat quietly and accompanied Long Zel as he watched the setting sun for a while, then disappeared without a sound.
Long Zel did not notice that the person beside him had left, like a marble statue, staring into the distance for a long time.
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After resupplying, Alger Wilson took command of the “Blue Avenger” and left the Resistance’s private harbor without stopping in the Rothschild Islands.
He had to return to Pasu Island to report for duty within the stipulated time.
Right now, in the captain’s cabin, he was looking expectantly at the illusory gate made of spiritual things and expanding candles above the altar.
It was the door of sacrifice and the door to receive the bestowal!
With a creaking illusory sound, the mysterious door slowly opened, revealing the endless depths and darkness within.
Light erupted from within and immediately converged, and by the time everything calmed down, there were two more items on the altar at some point, and the gate covered in all sorts of strange symbols was gone.
Alger was very calm, thanked Mr. “Fool” seriously, and finished the ceremony according to the process, before reaching out and picking up the two items on the altar.
One was a neatly folded piece of paper, and the other was a transparent “jellyfish” wrapped in azure water.
Algernon examined the latter first, and realized that there was a swirl of wind, a flash of silver-white electricity, and a distant, melodious singing voice coming out of it.
”This voice has a feminine feel to it …… It seems the owner of this trait is a lady.” Alger couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as it meant that it wasn’t one of the Storm Church’s parahigher ranks that had been killed.
The Storm Church just didn’t have any female paragons or executives!
Putting away the extraordinary characteristics of the “Ocean Singer”, Alger unfolded the paper, skimmed over the main material section, quickly scanned the auxiliary materials, and finally stopped his gaze at the ritual section.
For him, he already had the extraordinary characteristics, what the main material was was completely unimportant, he could look at it later, and the auxiliary materials belonged to the type that was relatively easy to collect, so he didn’t need to pay too much attention to it, only the ritual, was the most important thing:
”Taking a magic potion inside the stomach of an Obnis ……” Alger read the content of the ritual wordlessly, and the corresponding information quickly surfaced in his mind:
An ancient sea monster that could swallow a sailing ship outright, the Obnis, with its massive twisted body, up to three heads and a tangled web of tentacles, was the protagonist of many legends at sea;
The vast majority of such sea monsters had been tamed by the Storm Church and had a fixed area of activity, but it was not known whether they possessed intelligence close to that of humans.
”No wonder the Church wants to control Obnis and not other sea monsters …… No wonder there are so many extraordinary people in the ‘sailor’ pathway in the pirates, but there are only a few that can reach Sequence 5, and they are either genetically acquired directly, or the subordinates of the ‘King of the Five Seas’ and the ‘Mysterious Queen’ …… So where should I look for the Obnis that don’t belong to the Church… … “Alger frowned slightly, thinking about how to bypass the Storm Church for promotion.
His first reaction was to go through the “Star General” Gadelia and look for the “Mysterious Queen” Bernadette to find out where the Obnis that didn’t belong to the Storm Church was, but his second reaction was that it would be a risk of exposing himself because the corresponding Obnis was probably the “Sea Monster”. The second reaction was that it would risk exposing itself, as the corresponding Oblivion was probably a servant of the “Queen of Mysteries”, and it would report everything it saw to its master.
”Well, it’s a last resort.” Algernon’s thoughts quickly turned to another idea.
That was to pray to Mr. Fool!
This resurrected being secretly held the original authority of “Neptune” Kavituva, and could drive undersea creatures, so it was possible that he knew where Obnis, who didn’t belong to any of the forces, could be found!
”There is no need to rush, if you are promoted now, the uncontrolled dispersal of spirituality can’t be hidden from the eyes of others, wait for the completion of the report, leave from Pasu Island, then try to pray ……” Alger calmed down, wrote down the “ocean singer” formula, then wrote down the “ocean singer” formula, then wrote down the “ocean singer” formula, then wrote down the “ocean singer” formula, then wrote down the “ocean singer” formula. The “Ocean Singer” recipe, and then put the paper to the flame at the top of the candle.
Watching the fire consume the recipe faster and faster, Alger’s gaze grew deeper and deeper.
When he had finished with the remaining traces, his eyes fell on a chart and locked onto a spot:
Bansi!
Alger had previously planned to make a side trip to Bansi on his way back to Pasu Island to see the current state of this harbor.
He had already informed the sailors of this idea, and there was no objection from anyone, as they were equally curious as to why the harbor of Bansi had been suddenly destroyed, and what had become of it now.