Klein sat at the table, carefully carving two amulets. As he made the amulets for Benson and Melissa, he thought of the package his brother Benson had received earlier.
A letter, along with two bottles of wine. According to his brother, these were the items sent back by the "generous Mr. Abraham" from last time. In the letter, Mr. Abraham said he had some business to attend to temporarily in Backlund and, in order to expedite a business deal he had made with Benson, he had sent two bottles of wine from his own distillery so that Benson's import/export company could negotiate the price it's worth noting that one of the bottles was specifically requested to be given to Benson personally.
Upon first hearing the news, Klein only thought Mr. Wei Gao was very wealthy and generous. However, when he thought about his own savings, he felt genuine envy. After carving the two amulets, Klein stood up and carefully put them into his pocket.
After finishing the finishing touches, Klein had just stepped out of the civilian staff office to hand over the scrap materials when he saw Captain Dunn approaching in a black trench coat.
Dunn's deep gray eyes swept over them, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he said:
"Klein, the Sanctuary has approved your membership. Her Majesty the Goddess Sword has examined your body and found no signs of contamination. Alas, it's a pity Old Neil can't return for the time being... But fortunately, under the Sanctuary's supervision, he's unlikely to lose control again."
"…Sigh." Despite becoming a formal night watchman, Klein's mood was still not good. Dunn assumed that Klein was saddened by the previous accident and nodded, saying, "You can go and collect your back pay of 3 pounds for this week now, and 4.5 pounds every week thereafter, until the advance is paid off."
"Then, the Sanctuary will continue to investigate the source of the contamination that Old Neil suffered, which may involve a confrontation between the true creator and the hidden sage. Klein, take a rest for the next few days. I will let you know if there are any missions that require your attention."
"Yay!" Klein clenched his fist, the paycheck sweeping away some of the gloom in his heart. Old Neil was still alive, so there was still hope. Klein felt a little lost. It was fortunate that Old Neil hadn't been hurt in the previous accident, but why... why were the three different phantoms that appeared above Old Neil's head before why wasn't Captain Dunn mentioning the third one, the eyeball-like spirit?
"Never mind..." Klein shook his head, keeping the question to himself. Based on his studies of occultism over the past few days, the most puzzling aspect of this matter was why Old Neil, an ordinary esoteric seeker, would attract the attention of three different great beings.
Klein couldn't understand it, so he decided to end his day's work early and go home to have dinner with his brother and sister. He remembered Benson telling him that Selena's family was inviting Melissa and the two brothers to their family's birthday dinner the next night no matter how many questions he couldn't answer, life had to go on.
"Benson, you look very handsome in that outfit today." Back home, Klein casually tossed his clothes aside and said to Benson with a smile. Benson touched his receding hairline, which made him look somewhat bald, and chuckled, "I have to thank that gentleman from last time. He's a true gentleman. Rich and generous, and so understanding. It's just that he seems a bit too enthusiastic about teaching... Sigh, that's giving me a bit of a headache. I still can't quite get into those grammar books Mr. Gaowei recommended."
"No, Benson." Klein smiled, then said somewhat seriously, "I think Mr. Abraham is a kind and considerate man. Knowledge is wealth. You see, even without going to university interviews, I still have companies willing to hire me based on my knowledge… By the way, my salary went up again today."
Although, although it's not the kind of knowledge you're thinking of… Klein suddenly recalled Old Neil's previous appearance and thought to himself with a wry smile. Urged on by Melissa, the three siblings tidied themselves up, went out the door, and took a trolleyless public carriage to Fania Street in the North District, where Selena's family lived.
Klein stepped down from the carriage and suddenly felt a watchful gaze on his left. He looked up in confusion, only to see a "wall." The feeling of being watched vanished, and Klein shook his head, looking more closely only to find it was an ordinary wall. He suppressed the thought for the time being, but secretly became vigilant, preparing to inform Captain Dunn after the banquet.
"He actually saw you just now!" The True Creator's voice boomed deafeningly, the sound waves scattering the flesh and blood beneath his feet. The High Dimensional Overlord held a piece of flesh encased in amber, carefully placing it into a spherical container. He ignored the True Creator, merely adjusting the container in his hands. After a long while, he stopped what he was doing and spoke to the True Creator before him:
"It seems that Klein's connection with the Source Castle is deeper than we thought. I saw the Source Castle when I invaded reality, and I suspect that Klein may have seen my true form at that time."
"Source Castle…" the True Creator said in a muffled voice, "It has always been hovering above the Spirit Realm, but recently there has been… a lot of activity."
"Klein can ascend to the Source Castle; hopefully, he doesn't think he's the protagonist of the era like Roselle did," the High Dimensional Overwatch casually remarked. What he was referring to wasn't an impossible scenario, but rather a "future" He observed from behind the veil. The path to inheriting the Source Castle and defeating the Celestial Venerable was fraught with perilous traps; one wrong step could lead to utter destruction.
If Klein were to truly take that step, relentlessly venturing into the abyss where his consciousness is invaded by the Celestial Venerable, then the High Dimensional Overlord's task would not be to help Klein stabilize his mind, but rather to find a way to kill all of his remaining resurrection coins and then flee through the "gate." Ultimately, His current favor towards Klein is nothing more than the memories from before his transmigration, the intimacy of having lived in a similar era, and shared interests.
The universe is vast, and a higher-dimensional observer doesn't necessarily have to favor Earth; memory is long, so long that the memories of His/Her time as a human are like a drop of water in the ocean.
After speaking, the higher-dimensional observer placed the spherical container in his hand on the ground. Vein-like substances writhed on this "eggshell," seemingly nurturing a strange life. The True Creator, watching the busy higher-dimensional observer, asked with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension:
"This is..."
"The divine vessel I prepared for you can help you separate from your madness and maintain your divine status." The higher-dimensional observer looked at the pure white eggshell covered in flesh and blood, seemingly admiring its masterpiece. In its exclusive vision, this was not a small "sphere." The unexpanded portion of the eggshell, hidden in the higher-dimensional space, vaguely formed a blurry humanoid shape.
Silence, a long silence. The True Creator seemed to be lost in chaotic murmurs, yet the surrounding darkness showed no sign of disorder or increase. The higher-dimensional observer watched all this, patiently trying to discern what the True Creator intended to do. Finally, the True Creator could no longer restrain itself, opening its blood-red eyes and asking, "What do you desire?"
"The White Pagoda".
"...You've also corrupted the Hidden Sage. Are you seeking more paths?" the True Creator questioned, while the Higher Dimensional Overlooker merely scoffed. After another long silence, the True Creator finally spoke: "I cannot grant you more sequences, even if you possess the soul of ancient humans... No, I cannot even confirm that you are truly one of our former 'compatriots'."
"I must guarantee that 'God' will not be born, dear True Creation. You know, I dislike that boring fellow even more than I do the Celestials I've offended." The voice of the higher-dimensional observer came from all directions: "If Adam weren't your half-body, I would prefer the characteristics of the 'Dreamer.' Seriously, why doesn't He become a higher-dimensional observer? I think even if I gave Him the Source, He could melt into his mouth…"
"..." The true creator paused for a moment, then said to the higher-dimensional observer, "I can leave Herabergen to you... but before that, you must help me reclaim the'Sun,' and you must swear an oath under the Sun's control not to harm the Earth."
"No problem," the higher-dimensional observer said casually. "I don't care."
"Where will you go, True Creator? The hidden sage who sees the secrets of all things will soon be mine, and the White Tower will bring my eyes an even more wonderful viewing experience." The higher-dimensional observer thought to himself, watching the True Creator, watching Amanisis, and watching all living beings in this world.
He doesn't care whether He will be bound, nor is He afraid of being bound. He is of a higher dimension, and He comes from a higher dimension. He is also trapped in a vision that is too far beyond his reach. As a "human," He only wants to appreciate things that are beyond his imagination and watch those worlds with slim chances unfold before His eyes. He follows the instincts of the source matter, and He also follows the instincts of humanity.
The higher-dimensional observer stubbornly desires to exist forever and to keep watching over the life that brings it pleasure.
"...I see him." The High Dimension Overlord turned his head, looking at a tiny "nightmare" at his feet. The corners of the High Dimension Overlord's avatar's mouth gradually cracked open. He "stared" at the gray-haired man who had strayed into the dream, and burst into laughter in the land of the forsaken gods.
"You even dared to 'arrange' things for me? Ince Zangwell, no wonder Amanisis chose you, you idiot!"
"Now artifact , 0-0-8 is like a fish on the chopping board!"