Chapter 615: Grayish-white Fog
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
While Miss Justice was doing the greetings, The Hermit Cattleya maintained her silence as she observed as she did before. She didn’t involve herself in matters, as though she was an outsider at this gathering.
She watched as Miss Justice and Miss Magician conjured their Roselle diary pages to pay off their previous debts. Then, she carefully glanced at Mr. Fool without daring to look straight at him. Yet, she still wasn’t able to see further through the special gray fog. Her dark purple eyes were only capable of seeing clothes that were definitely conjured.
With the three pages of Roselle’s diary, Klein wasn’t in a rush to read it like before. After all, he had already interacted and used a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact and knew what a Uniqueness of a Beyonder pathway looked like. He had even intimidated such a divine artifact, so he believed that regardless of Emperor Roselle’s content, there was nothing that could shock him greatly.
Unless he was given a Demoness Blessing by so powerhouse with a unique ability and temporarily beca a woman... Klein joked inwardly as he surveyed the long bronze table in interest.
Eh, Ma’am Hermit’s curiosity is different from Miss Justice and company’s. She pays great attention to the matter of Roselle’s diary? Klein retracted his gaze and took note of this discovery. Then, he casually read the yellowish-brown goatskin.
“22nd April. We plan on entering, to explore the Abyss.”
“23rd April. We followed the pitch-black ocean, passed through the liquid-like fog, and arrived at the mountain peak that resembled a monster. Behind it was endless black fog. It seed to blanket an entire continent.
“However, looking at the bottom of the peak makes it seem endless and without limit. I had joked with Edwards that if I were to commit suicide by jumping off that cliff, I might never fall to the ground, forever in a state of falling.”
Upon seeing this, Klein nearly pricked up his brows. He couldn’t believe that Roselle would dare to organize his own knights and sailors to explore the periphery of the region after seeing the Abyss.
Isn’t he afraid of dying? Legend has it that it’s a place that can corrupt everything, causing all life to perish! At this stage, Roselle definitely hadn’t reached Sequence 4, and he wasn’t a demigod. He was at best a Sequence 5, or even lower... If it were , I definitely would’ve turned the boat around and reported it to the Church... In that instant, Klein gained a deep understanding of the huge difference between him and Roselle.
In addition, Roselle’s description of the Abyss’s periphery had reminded Klein of the mysterious stone doors of Amon’s mausoleum. A similar scene had appeared after the Church of Steam and Machinery’s Archbishop Horamick’s puppet made contact with it.
I wonder what Roselle discovered there... At the very least, he didn’t die from his exploration. He still had an exciting life after that... Klein moved his gaze down and read the remaining content on the diary page.
“24th April. We proceeded down the peak in an attempt to probe deeper.
“The thick black fog is biting cold, as though it can erode flesh and the soul. Haha, luckily, the Dark King I’m onboard has certain items that resist this corruption, or I’ll suspect that and my Knights of the Apocalypse will beco mbers of Farron’s 1 Undead Legion.
“It’s very quiet, and we didn’t discover anything.”
“25th April. We saw devils, but they were in the form of rotting corpses.
“Behind the black, jagged mountain, below a slush-filled opening that one cannot call a path, there were different devil corpses that were either in normal or unimaginable places.
“It was as though they had all been killed at the sa mont.”
“26th April. Either corpses or silence; there’s no end up ahead.
“The items on the Dark King has begun to show signs of corruption.
“I’ve seldom had fear over the past few years, but here, that fear of the unknown is like an invisible hand that clasps my heart tightly.
“I have to leave! I have to return! I can’t stay here any longer!”
What happened after this? Emperor Roselle was very successful in escaping the Abyss’s periphery, or did he encounter sothing else? What does the abnormality over there symbolize? An intense battle? Klein subconsciously had so sense of anticipation as he flipped to the second page, only to be let down that it wasn’t connected.
“8th May. My beloved Bernadette is almost two. The older she grows, the more likable she is. She’s indeed a young lady who doesn’t let down the excellent genes of her mother and I.
“Hearing her clearly call daddy and seeing her bubbly figure, I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.
“Ever since I transmigrated to this world, I’ve done many things. I can say that so aren’t honorable, but I’ve not felt any sha about it, nor have I ever regretted it. On the one hand, this has to do with finding it very difficult to curb my desires, making it easy for to be influenced by my environnt. Heh heh, I have to thank fate that I’ve not t a Desire Apostle from the Devil pathway. According to the records, I would definitely succumb to Beyonders of this Sequence. I might even be instantly killed.
“On the other hand, I still have a sense of alienation from this world. My parents in this world are very nice to . I’ve also worked hard to make them proud, but I know that my feelings for them aren’t substantial. Similarly, this is how I treat Matilda. It’s more a possessive instinct rather than love.
“I have to admit that my ntal state is like playing a role-playing ga in virtual reality. My parents, brothers, and friends are all non-playable characters. I can devote so of my feelings to them, but never anything serious. Therefore, I can join all kinds of corrupted gatherings without any sense of guilt. I can face people I know well in a cold, ruthless manner. It’s just like when I played The Elder Scrolls. I could slaughter an entire village just for a chicken.
“But after Bernadette was born, I realized that I had an additional sense of belonging to this world. I was no longer as estranged from it.
“This is my child, a living child of mine.
“Perhaps this is what so-called maturity is?”
Without children, it’s impossible to realize this feeling. No, I don’t even have a girlfriend... However, I have to be alert about this state of mind that’s ntioned in this entry... It might not exist in the past, but it doesn’t an it wouldn’t appear in the future. The higher the Sequence, the greater one’s godhood is than their humanity... Klein sighed silently as he flipped to the third diary page.
“6th January, a brand new year, a brand new beginning.
“After advancing to Artisan, I finally have the powers to do that thing!
“That is to create the mysterious silver plate in my mories. There is a high chance that my transmigration was a result of it!
“In fact, after I beca a Savant, I could already recall its appearance, as well as the strange symbols and patterns on its surface. But the past could clearly sense that I wasn’t able to replicate sothing like that.”
“9th January. I finally succeeded after repeated failures.
“Holding the silver plate filled with special symbols and patterns, I tried hard to inject my spirituality in a bid to activate it.
“An endless grayish-white fog seed to surface before my eyes, but nothing happened.
“Is it a problem with the material, or am I lacking certain requisites?”
“10th January. According to my recollections of my transmigration experience, I restored my past state, believing that I no longer lacked anything. However, the mysterious silver plate only showed the strange gray fog. It wasn’t able to help do anything.
“Since this doesn’t work, how did I succeed in my transmigration back then?
“I temporarily gave up on my attempts, and I destroyed the silver plate I created. Perhaps when I’m a High-Sequence Beyonder and beco a demigod, I will have a way to interpret those patterns and symbols to figure out the truth behind my transmigration.
“Yes, I’ll definitely beco a demigod! I’m the protagonist of this era!”
Grayish-white fog? The Emperor saw an endless grayish-white fog after replicating the mysterious silver plate from Earth! Klein’s eyes suddenly shrank when he read the diary entry.
There happened to be an immutable endless gray fog beneath his feet!
Could it be that our transmigrations have to do with this mysterious space? But why is the Emperor unable to enter, but I can? According to the Emperor’s diary entries of the last few stages of his life, he definitely didn’t crack the mystery of the silver plate. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have not thought of this place when he was in his mont of great despair and mania. He wouldn’t have not used this place as his crutch... Klein raised his head as his gaze landed outside the ancient palace.
He recalled that deep in this mysterious space, there was a staircase of light that seed to lead to heaven. It seed to correspond to his Sequence.
The staircase appeared to be built for giants, and its destination was the gray fog which seed to support sothing that stood in midair.
The secret of our transmigration lies there? Klein made the diary pages in his hand vanish before he leaned back into his chair and said with a normal tone, “You may begin.”
Derrick originally wished to bring forward his request to purchase the Sequence 6 potion formula after Solar High Priest, but Elder Lovia’s release made him temporarily abandon his plans. He couldn’t wait to ntion everything that had happened, wishing to obtain the necessary guidance.
Considering how this was still the transaction segnt, he held back his desire as he waited in silence.
There’s sothing on Little Sun’s mind... Sothing unexpected happened in the City of Silver? Audrey thoughtfully retracted her gaze and similarly didn’t request to purchase anything.
At this mont, Alger surveyed the area and voiced out.
“I need the potion formula of Ocean Songster.”
Indeed, he’s already a Sequence 6, a Wind-blessed... Isn’t he soone from the Church of Storms? Why is he looking for the Ocean Songster’s potion formula elsewhere? Obtaining it internally from the Church is a lot easier... He has secrets he wishes to keep from the Church of Storms, or was he just pretending to be soone from the Church of Storms? Cattleya instantly had many theories as she gently took note.
“I can help you take note.”
Upon noticing The Hermit’s response, Alger asked, “Ma’am, is there anything you need?
“I can search for clues ahead of ti, so as to trade for the potion formula.”
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