Part 4 The Undead Chapter 214 A Gift, or, a Curse
The cold magic potion slid across his throat, bringing a slight paralysis to Klein, a paralysis that went straight to the depths of his soul.
His dancing steps had stopped, his spirit inexplicably drew up, and his whole body seemed to have come to a high altitude at once, and was looking down on the crumbling Resurrection Square, and on the city of Kukvar, which had been panicked by one lightning strike after another.
At this moment, his emotions were inexplicably agitated, only to feel that every pedestrian coming and going below had an invisible thread connected to his own hand, and was following his command, either joyfully or angrily, either sadly or happily, performing a variety of behaviors.
Similar feelings, Klein often have this period of time, understand that this is the perspective of the “director”, the matter of all participants as a secret puppet, as an actor, trying to manipulate or guide them to play a grand drama.
Catching that glimpse of familiarity, Klein hastily adjusted his mindset, completely withdrawing his emotions, watching everything with an attitude of indifference, unaffected by the emotions in the drama.
As a “director”, one should follow the script, refer to the reality, analyze rationally, and make some choices, so that the accumulation of emotions, the advancement of events, and the invocation of clues are all under one’s control.
With a certain state of mind, Klein’s spirit immediately settled down, and immediately felt the power of the magic potion spread out in his body, like a net of sharp threads.
Suddenly, Klein only felt that his spiritual body, together with his flesh and blood, was split into countless tiny parts, and he could no longer endure it, letting out a miserable scream originating from the depths of his soul:
”No!”
His thoughts were then split as well, becoming fragments that combined with different flesh and blood to have their own consciousness:
Here was Klein of pain, here was Klein of arrogance, here was Klein of coldness, here was Klein of gentleness, here was Klein of self-indulgence, and here was Chou Ming-rui, and Sherlock Moriarty, and Germaine Sparrow, and Dawn Dantes!
His whole spiritual body, it seemed, had been put into a shredder by somebody.
Not far away, Leonard, who had a tear unconsciously sliding down his cheek, first saw Dawn, the captain who was embracing Daley Simone, change back to Klein Moretti’s appearance, and then immediately noticed that on the other party’s face, neck, and the back of his hands, a light-colored flesh bud protruded, as if it had a life force of its own, and kept growing outward, transforming into transparent worms, and underneath the clothing, there were similarly writhing traces that rose and fell.
This gave Leonard the feeling that the other party would disintegrate into a mass of transparent worms the next second, each running to a different place!
He was about to do something about it when his head suddenly swam and he instinctively closed his eyes, not daring to look at it again.
Those transparent worms growing out of Klein’s body, under the sunlight, shone with one three-dimensional cascade of mysterious symbols after another, which cut through the higher levels, connecting to the underlying laws and visualizing abstract concepts such as weirdness, madness, change, power, knowledge, and so on.
In the cold wind, Klein was surrounded by thin black lines, which stirred together to form a strange “tentacle”.
Between the tentacles, the mental body, astral body, mental body, etheric body all turned into fragments, respectively into the different worms of Klein’s various thoughts cacophonous, chaotic, contradictory, light floating, it seems to be flying to the infinite heights, where there are countless phantoms clustered around the distortion of the huge building, or blowing, or speech, or hissing, or murmuring.
To Klein’s cluttered myriad senses, everything around him layered up as if it had become the spirit world, but with living people coming and going and stars shining.
This time, the same memory appeared, distinctly, in fragment after fragment of his mind.
It was the scene where Adam, the king of angels, prayed with his eyes closed and made his powerful entrance;
It was the scene when he put the revolver of Deathstroke against Ince Zangwill and shot him in the head;
The scene where the Joker smiles and says in a low voice, “This shot is the captain’s”;
The scene where Adam, the “audience”, watches the end of the play with clear, simple eyes;
The scene where he takes on the form of Dunn Smith and invites Daley Simone to do the curtain dance.
They are so distinctive, especially the gaze of the “audience”, as if it had a substantial feedback, attractive, so that Klein gradually recovered his self-knowledge.
I ……
Who am I?
This question, Klein in the “faceless man” stage has answered, without further thought, quickly figured out the identity:
I am a person from Earth who has been remodeled by Klein’s memory fragments;
A person who has been deeply affected by the experience of the “Night Watchman”;
A person who is afraid of danger, but is willing to give up everything for the sake of perseverance;
A guardian, a wretch.
The strange senses that did not originate from the spiritual body or the mental body were extracted little by little from the splintered fragments and coalesced to form a new mind of Klein, a mind of indifference, calmness, spectatorship, and overlooking, a mind that could see the world’s reality from more perspectives and from more aspects.
He realized that this might be divinity, and without doing so to resist, used it to string the original pieces of his spirit body together one by one with black silk threads, slowly changing back into a whole.
It was only at this point that he understood the function of the promotion ceremony.
It was a brand and an anchor point, and compared to other paths, the “Trickster” with a split spirit would need an anchor point much earlier!
However, this does not need to be supported by faith, on the contrary, faith is too complicated, too chaotic, too many personal emotions, it is easy to be in the split state of this ceremony, erasing the humanity of the essence of the promoter who is only a Sequence 5 for the time being, leaving behind only the divinity.
A magnificent and profound drama with a large audience watching is enough of an anchor point!
Although the audience was very small this time, but as the existence of the top of the “audience” pathway, Adam one can be worth thousands of ordinary audience, he can even imagine a theater audience to create the effect.
As the whole thing finally took shape, all kinds of knowledge poured out from the depths of the half-god, half-human spirit, sweeping through Kraven’s mind, giving him an indescribable shock, and his head seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
However, he, who had already taken on his first divine nature and had had many experiences, passed through this stage with relative ease, in a stance of looking down on the sidelines.
The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and underneath his clothing shrank back into him, and he transformed back into the black-haired, brown-pupiled Klein Moretti.
Glancing at Daley Simone, who was growing cold in his arms, Klein picked up the lady, took a step over to Leonard Mitchell, bent solemnly, and lowered her to the ground.
At this time, Daley had no more pitch-black scales and white fluffy fur, restoring her original appearance, her eyes gently closed, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she was having the deepest and sweetest beautiful dream.
Klein stood up straight and looked at Leonard who reopened his eyes and said in a low voice:
”She returned to the kingdom of the Goddess, just like the captain.”
He had just used “Secret Puppetization” to abort the reversal of Daley’s mutation, allowing her to pass away as a human being, and then lifted the control.
”Hmm.” Leonard tried to force a smile, but involuntarily shed a tear.
Klein nodded softly:
”It may not be too bad an ending for her, returning as a human to the arms of the gods of faith, and there’s still the captain and the others there.”
As he spoke, he subconsciously and truthfully raised his right hand and nodded four times clockwise on his chest.
Leonard instinctively followed by drawing the Crimson Moon, and then he was stunned for a moment, and his expression became rather odd.
Klein looked around and said:
”You return to East Byron with Ms. Daley, and say that she died in Ince Zangwill’s attack and made a remarkable contribution to Ince Zangwill’s death.
”Don’t worry, no one will track you down, and of course, you can take this opportunity to leave the ‘Red Gloves’.”
”I-I’m used to being in the church.” Leonard said after a moment of silence.
Klein then took off his silk bowler hat and gave a farewell salute.
Taking the hat, he turned towards Ince Zangwill’s body and took a card from it depicting a chariot and a crimson priest.
The face of the crimson priest was just like that of Rossel Gustav.
Leonard’s lips opened and closed, and he suddenly spoke:
”You, you’re not returning to the church?”
Without turning around, Klein put his silk bowler hat back on and marched towards the other exit of the square.
After walking a few steps, he only paused and answered with his back to Leonard:
”Can’t go back ……”
Can’t go back …… Leonard watched in a daze as that familiar back shadow drifted away and gradually disappeared.
After another while, several extraordinary people flew in from the Resurrection Square, one of them, dressed in the robes of an ordinary clergyman of the Church of the Dark Night, had a head of beautiful auburn hair and a delicate face.
No one could tell how old she was, as no one cared about that and would only pay attention to her dark eyes that hid countless stars.
The lady floated in mid-air, looking silently above the square, only to see the barely discernible remains of Ince Zangwill, the shattered head covered with a common tarot card.
It was the Star card.
……
Above the gray fog, Klein placed the “Red Priest” card in his left hand and rested for a while with his eyes closed.
He had a preliminary understanding and mastery of the “Trickster’s” ability:
On the one hand, he could turn into animals that did not differ too much in size, which could be ignored when he was in his spiritual state, he could transfer his own or others’ wounds and diseases to his paper double, and he gained a distance of nearly 1,000 meters of “flame jumping”, and the power of his air bullets was raised to the level of artillery shells;
On the other hand, he was able to complete the initial control of the “Spirit Body Thread” within three seconds, and completely transform the target into a puppet within fifteen seconds, with a manipulation range of 150 meters, and at the same time, by using the interactive “Spirit Body Thread”, he was able to allow the secret puppet to use all of his extraordinary abilities, with an effective range of 1,000 meters. He can freely switch positions with the puppet within a range of 1,000 meters.
Based on this and his own mythological biomorphic worm, as well as his disguise on the “Spirit Thread”, Kraven was able to achieve a higher level of substitution, which means that as long as any of his puppets were still alive, the “Trickster” would not die!
It would be difficult for the enemy to know whether it was the “Trickster” or his secret puppets that killed him, it was impossible to tell whether it was real or fake.
After confirming his status and resting for a while, Kraven immediately walked towards the depths of the mysterious space above the gray mist, towards the staircase of light that led to the heavenly realm.
Unsurprisingly to him, there was another layer of steps there, the steps where light coalesced.
This time, Klein was sure that he could ascend the cohesive gray cloud with the help of this giant-owned six-step ladder.
One step, two steps, three steps …… he came to the end and leapt, stepping on the cloud formed by the gray mist.
Into his eyes is, a stained a little green and black brilliant light door, which consists of countless layers and layers of light ball, each of the body of the light ball is a pile of twisted worms embraced into a ball, some of them are transparent, some of them are semi-transparent.
This was the image Klein saw through Enzo the Winner, but the object was very blurry, as if something was blocking his view.
In addition, in the light above the door, hanging down a thin black line, they hung one after another almost completely transparent “cocoon”.
Those “cocoons” gently shaking, respectively wrapped in different souls, some black skin, some yellow, some white, some wearing jeans, some holding a cell phone, some colorful clothes, some beautiful features, all have the breath of life, but tightly closed eyes.
Klein’s gaze froze for a moment, and it was as if he had returned to Earth and was walking down an ethnically diverse street.
Then he noticed that three of the cocoons had broken open and were empty, swaying in the wind.
Raising his head to look up, Klein watched in silence.
(End of Part 4)