Bonus Chapter for 100 Power stones
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Above the gray fog.
Klein had originally planned to return to reality and continue considering whether to meet with the other person.
Just then, he noticed something happening with one of the deep crimson stars on the gradually calming gray fog.
The deep crimson star symbolizing Justice Audrey was continuously contracting and expanding, while illusory sounds rippled outward in waves.
Miss Justice has a message to report to me?
He thought curiously, reaching out remotely with a gesture, allowing the spirituality within his body to extend toward that deep crimson star.
Buzz!
The moment the connection was made, sound and image appeared simultaneously. The sound was very clear, but the image seemed somewhat blurry.
Klein saw Justice Audrey wearing an emerald green gown, her golden hair pinned up, sitting in front of a long table.
It appeared she was in a study or library.
Her hands were clasped together in front of her, her head slightly lowered, in a very devout posture as she reported the situation to Mr. Fool.
"Respected Mr. Fool, regarding Lanevus, I have some new developments to report."
"Because I'm grounded, I hired Xio and Fors to conduct the investigation. Through an informant, they discovered Lanevus's whereabouts..."
"No, I should say the informant was discovered. They ran directly into Lanevus."
"What's shocking is that Lanevus is actually pregnant.
Moreover, the fetus in his belly is extremely evil. Just as you said, it's very likely related to the Fallen Creator..."
"Unfortunately, Miss Xio suffered a curse from the evil god during her battle with Lanevus.
Her flesh and blood have undergone an aberration. I don't know if you can provide help..."
As the prayer ended, the blurry image dissipated as well.
Klein leaned back slightly against the chair, his expression somewhere between strange and amused.
Lanevus is actually pregnant?!
This is all Silas's doing.
Now that I think about it, he really was bold enough to dare, under the True Creator's gaze, find a man to be the mother of His offspring...
Recalling his teammate who was no longer there, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, as if he were smiling, but his eyes were full of nostalgia and bitterness.
Klein maintained his smile and fell silent.
In the ancient castle, the fog rose and fell.
After a moment, he shook his head and pulled himself together again.
In any case, Lanevus must be dealt with.
If he really gives birth to the evil god's offspring, it might very well be another catastrophe.
"Silas, look, I still have to clean up after you..."
He shook his head with a bitter smile.
Besides that, there was Miss Xio's curse.
From Miss Justice's meaning, the curse was currently suppressed and wouldn't erupt for the time being.
Perhaps I could pull her above the gray fog and use it to wash away the "curse"... No, that might not work, because the curse is on her physical body, not involving her etheric body...
Klein pondered. He recalled the gathering he attended, where the host, that "Eye of Wisdom" old man, had a "Notary" pathway ring.
Sun pathway Beyonder items had powerful suppression against evil, but the problem was that such a valuable item, he definitely wouldn't want to lend it out...
"Or think about it from the opposite angle?"
He murmured, "Directly deal with Lanevus. Once the source of the curse disappears, the problem should be resolved too."
He contemplated above the gray fog, sometimes analyzing that letter, sometimes considering how to handle Lanevus, until his spirituality was almost depleted.
Then he wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated a descending effect, penetrated the gray fog, and returned to the real world, to his own body.
After returning to reality, he had already made up his mind.
First, he decided to go to Backlund Bridge the next day and meet the sender of that letter face to face.
The attraction of a fellow transmigrator was too great. He desperately hoped to find someone of his kind.
This was a strong desire from within his soul, from the part that belonged to Zhou Mingrui.
After meeting with his companion, he would then consider how to deal with Lanevus. Because according to the time estimate, there was still some time before his "delivery."
Just don't know where it would come out from if he really gives birth...
Klein thought with dark humor.
***
The next day, in the East Borough.
Today, Backlund was blessed with rare clear weather.
The sun hung high in the sky, shining through the window into the apartment, brightening the entire room.
Waking from his hallucination, Silas ate his meal, replenished his flesh and blood, and drank some psychiatric medication that was completely useless.
Then he prepared to set out for Backlund Bridge.
He felt that the letter should have been written without any problems.
If the other person could understand it and was willing to meet, he should appear under the bridge arch at the designated time.
If the other person couldn't understand it, then he wouldn't be polite anymore.
Instead, he would rush directly to the other person's home for a real-life confrontation to figure out why they knew about detectives from another world.
For this purpose, he brought along the "Hinter's Mirror," planning to use it to hypnotize anyone who wasn't a fellow transmigrator, thereby extracting information.
The last possibility was that the other person could understand, was also a transmigrator, but didn't want to acknowledge Silas.
In that case, not only would he not go under the bridge arch, he would flee overnight, change his identity, and continue lurking in this city.
I hope it's not the last scenario...
Silas thought, preparing to get up and walk out the door.
"Screech..."
A sharp, annoying buzzing sound rang in his ears.
In front of the doorway, a phantom appeared. Accompanied by a familiar, disgustingly warm fragrance, Ma'am M, draped in a white robe, looked at him gently, blocking his necessary path out.
The sunlight didn't shine on her. She looked like a flower blooming in shadow.
"What do you want?"
Silas frowned.
Ma'am M didn't speak, only shook her head slightly, her blood-red long hair swaying restlessly. She seemed unwilling to let Silas go out, unwilling to let him meet with his fellow transmigrator.
"You're really annoying."
Silas sneered, reached out his hand, and grabbed her neck.
"Rather than this, you should honestly explain what the human trafficking case is all about. Consider it the rent for your remnant soul staying in my body."
Silas exerted force viciously, strangling Ma'am M's delicate, tender neck until it creaked, as if her cervical vertebrae were about to be crushed.
Ma'am M showed a pained expression, but she still had no intention of speaking.
Instead, she allowed Silas to twist her neck off, as if twisting off a piece of firewood.
Subsequently, her beautiful figure disappeared, like a colorful bubble under sunlight that popped and vanished without a trace.
"Useless."
Silas cursed coldly. Without paying further attention, he reached out to wipe his face, changing his appearance, then pushed open the door.
The sunlight lasted only a very short time before being covered by clouds. Without the sun, the October air quickly grew cold.
Silas pulled his collar slightly tighter, lowered his head, and stepped onto the street.