Secret: The undead do not die in the fire

The ritual requirements of the Fortune Teller Path Sequence 4, the Trickster, are to rely mainly on one's own strength and planning, direct a grand drama in front of many spectators, to murder a demigod or an equivalent supernatural being, and then, at the end of the drama, take a magic potion.

And now, all these conditions have been met.

Although he did not capture the demigod, he personally sent him to the altar.

He also arranged the altar himself, and even selected the people who performed the ceremony.

Even though he never fought these demigods head-on from beginning to end, he contributed more than Ember in murdering these demigods.

The grand drama directed by Klein was naturally the summoned Mr. Door.

The moment Mr. Door returned to reality, all the doors in the world were opened at that moment.

If this is not considered grand drama, then perhaps grand drama does not exist in this world.

As for the audience, in a broad sense, anyone who is affected by the ritual can be considered an audience, even if they do not know who caused the influence.

Even in a narrow sense, Klein has at least nine audiences—

The Seven, Embers, Mr. Door.

Others such as the 'Hidden Sage', the 'Original Witch', Adam, Amon, the True Creator, and even the gods and angels from outer space who are eyeing this land covetously, will surely focus their attention on this land even if they do not show up.

And these beings are all Klein's audience!

Although the eyes of these beings were mainly focused on the altar, their main concern was whether Mr. Door could successfully return to reality, and they would not pay too much attention to Klein, a marginal figure.

But even if it was just the afterglow, it was the afterglow of the gods, which was definitely more than enough as a ritual requirement!

"call!"

Klein took a deep breath and turned his gaze towards the embers.

The drama had just begun, and he needed to wait until the climax of the drama and take the potion at the end of the drama.

And all this depends on the embers——

After all, Klein saw everything that had just happened. The seven righteous gods attacked at the same time, but were easily resolved by Mr. Men.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Seven Gods were powerless to stop Mr. Door's return.

This is not surprising.

Mr. Men was already one step away from Sequence 0 before he was exiled. Even though he was not promoted to a true god after being "contaminated" in outer space, his strength was almost the same as that of a true god.

If the seven gods were to arrive in person, they might be able to work together to expel it.

But if it is just a painless obstruction like now, it will not pose any substantial threat to Mr. Men.

Klein's mind was full of thoughts, but suddenly a brilliant golden light took away all his sight -

It was a spear of sunlight held in the hand of Ember and thrown high towards the Gate of Flesh and Blood!

boom!
As the dazzling sunlight penetrated the sky, the brass eyes with wings growing around them, the young man in flaming armor, the hazy light shield that highlighted his terrifying features, the earth with its eyes open and its mouth closed, and the shadowy woman disappeared at the same time, vanishing from this world without a sound.

Golden lightning pierced through the darkness, forming a storm, tearing apart everything it encountered on the way with extreme violence!
The polluted divine power of the Seven Gods was instantly melted away. Everything in the world seemed to be thoroughly purified at this moment. No shadow could survive under the dazzling light.

Under the gaze of the Seven Gods, the spear transformed from sunlight finally pierced through the 'door of flesh and blood' between reality and the starry sky!
The outer layer of flesh and blood melted away in an instant, but the dazzling light continued to shine without dimming in the slightest.

The spear flashed, and the lightning storm turned into an illusory door, completely blocking the door of flesh and blood.

The long spear that pierced through the gate locked it tightly like a bolt, and no one could open it!

When the door was blocked, Mr. Door, who was struggling frantically, suddenly stopped.

The light of the blood-red robe dimmed slightly, and the figure in the collapsed ball of light seemed to have finally regained a trace of his own consciousness.

The dazzling spear tightly blocked the opened 'Door of Flesh and Blood'. The scarlet tide that was originally madly squeezing into the gap of the 'Door of Flesh and Blood' was now completely isolated outside the door by the 'door' formed by the shining golden storm!
And when the door of flesh and blood was blocked, when the crimson evil tide was isolated, Mr. Door let out a painful roar, trying to forcibly peel off the bloody robe from his body!
The blood-red robe was like Mr. Men's skin, clinging tightly to Mr. Men's silhouette formed by the collapse of the light print!
Even if it has lost contact with the main body, how can the pollution from the outer gods be so easily "stripped off"?

Amidst the illusory crashing sounds, the crimson tide rushed madly towards the 'gate', trying to break through the barrier and invade this world once again!
While the blood-red robe resisted Mr. Men's 'glass', it raised its back hem high, scattering more crimson moonlight, trying to cooperate with the crimson evil tide from inside and outside to break through the door blocked by the dazzling light.

But before that, their sight was once again captured by the dazzling gold.

This time, the entire sky was covered in gold, and a blanket of golden spears hung high in the sky, like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads!
It is not enough to just seal the gate. Sooner or later, the power of the outer gods will break through the seal again.

In order to solve the problem once and for all, the 'Gate of Flesh and Blood' must be completely destroyed.

As long as there is no door, the jackal will never be able to enter the house!

"Help... me..." Mr. Door opened his slightly illusory eyes as wide as he could, and uttered his first sound after returning to reality with difficulty and pain.

The ceremony of His return is also His ceremony of deification.

And now, He is only one step away from becoming the true God!
As long as the 'door' is completely overlapped, He will be able to completely break free from the control of the outer gods and become a true god!

But the prerequisite for all this is to completely strip the blood-red robe from Him. Otherwise, even if He becomes a god, He will always be controlled by the outer gods.

As if hearing Mr. Door's voice, Yu Jin turned his gaze back to the struggling light and shadow, and his raised hand slowly fell.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Above the sky, a sea of ​​shining spears suddenly poured down like a rainstorm!

Every time it flashed, the seal of the flesh and blood door became stronger, and the flesh and blood door became more and more overwhelmed. A large amount of flesh and blood was worn away, and even a gap appeared in the door. It would be completely destroyed in a short time.

This also forced the crimson tide outside the door to surge more wildly, washing away the light blocking the door at a faster speed than before!
But before that, a small part of the spears did not attack the Gate of Flesh and Blood, but instead pierced through the blood-colored robe like sharp blades!
The suppression of the Sunshine Spear caused the blood-colored robe to rise and fall continuously, and the whistling sound seemed to be its scream of pain. As expected, the suppression of the blood-colored robe on Mr. Men was also weakening. Perhaps after a few more times, Mr. Men would be able to escape. However.

What was pierced was not only the bloody robe, but also Mr. 'Men' who was wearing the robe.

The Sunshine Spear never took into account the existence of Mr. Door, but penetrated the blood-red robe completely along with Him!
Mr. Door groaned in pain, his eyes showed disbelief for a moment, but he soon smiled with relief.

Yes, they were not here to save Him.

The robe behind him rustled, and Mr. Door could sense that He was seeking cooperation.

He was even willing to relax his control over Mr. Door as long as he could keep the robe, because it was the foundation of His invasion of the world.

But Mr. Men has been struggling painfully for thousands of years under the control of the Outer Gods.

He was already tired.

Even if he dies, he will drag the Outer Gods with him!
Finally, as one spear after another fell.

Brilliant light burst out at the same time in an instant, illuminating the entire world.

The flesh and blood gate had completely collapsed, and the blood-colored robe had completely melted in the sunlight. The illusory light and shadow transformed by Mr. 'Gate' also turned into dust inch by inch in the sunlight, leaving only countless bright stars in the sunlight.

These starlights quickly gathered together, turned into one thing after another and fell to the ground.

There is a pair of eyeballs that seem to be made of pure starlight, containing layers of illusory doors, three translucent keys of strange shapes, a bright fire burning quietly, a miniature starlight door, and a crystal ball hugged by insects...

That is the extraordinary characteristic left by Mr. Gate, and it is also the last trace he left in this world.
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"ended."

Seeing that everything was coming to an end, Klein grasped the bottle of potion, brought it to his mouth, and drank it.

The cold potion slid down Klein's throat, bringing a slight numbness to him, a numbness that went straight into the depths of his soul.

His spirit was inexplicably lifted, and he seemed to have ascended to a high altitude, looking down at the broken altar, looking down at Backlund in the distance, and looking down at the people who were panicking because of the "open door".

At this moment, his emotions became inexplicably agitated. He felt that every pedestrian passing by below was connected to his hand by an invisible thread, following his command, and performing various behaviors with joy or anger, sadness or happiness.

As Klein calmed down, he felt the power of the potion radiate in his body, like a net with sharp threads.

Suddenly, Klein felt that his spiritual body, along with his flesh and blood, was split into countless tiny parts. He could no longer endure it and let out a scream from the depths of his soul:

"No!"

His thoughts then became fragmented and combined with different flesh and blood to develop their own consciousness:
Here is Klein who is in pain, here is Klein who is arrogant, here is Klein who is cold, here is Klein who is gentle, here is Klein who is enjoying himself, here is Zhou Mingrui, here is Sherlock Moriarty, here is Gehrman Sparrow, here is Dwayne Dantes...

His entire spirit seemed to be put into a blender by someone.

On his face, neck, back of hands and other places, light-colored granulations stood out, as if they had their own vitality, constantly growing outwards and turning into transparent worms, while under his clothes, there were also traces of wriggling rising and falling.

Klein felt as if he would disintegrate into a group of transparent worms in the next second, each running to a different place!
Under the sunlight, the worms that "grew" from his body shone with three-dimensional layered mysterious symbols one after another. They penetrated higher levels, connected to the underlying laws, and intuitively expressed abstract concepts such as weirdness, madness, change, power, and knowledge.

In the howling cold wind, illusory black threads appeared one after another around Klein. They mixed together to form strange "tentacles".

As the tentacles spread out, the spiritual body, the astral body, the mental body, and the etheric body all turned into fragments. Klein, who had merged into different worms, had various noisy, chaotic, and contradictory thoughts. He seemed to be flying lightly to an infinite height, where countless phantoms were surrounding a huge twisted building, playing music, giving speeches, roaring, or mumbling.

In Klein's numerous chaotic senses, everything around him was layered up, as if it had turned into a spiritual world, but there were living people coming and going, and stars shining.

At this time, the same memory appeared in his fragments of thought one after another, a vivid memory -

Those were gazes, and they looked at him indifferently, high above him yet extremely clear.

Above them, half of the sky was burning, while the other half was engulfed in flesh and blood, a clear distinction.

And the same.

'Flame' and 'Flesh' were also watching him.

Under these gazes, Klein gradually regained his self-awareness.

I……

who am I?
Klein had already answered this question during the Faceless Man stage, so he didn't need to think about it any further and quickly figured out the identity:
A person from Earth, reshaped by the fragments of Crane's memories;

A man deeply affected by the Nighthawks' experiences;

A person who is cautious and afraid of danger, but can give everything for persistence;
A guardian, a wretch.

The strange senses that did not originate from the spiritual body or the mental body were gradually extracted from the fragmented fragments, condensing Klein's new thoughts, indifferent, calm, observing, and overlooking thoughts, thoughts that could see the true world from more angles and more aspects.

He understood that this might be divinity, so he did not resist and used the black thread to string the original spirit fragments together one by one.

Slowly it became a whole again.

It was not until this moment that he understood the purpose of the promotion ceremony.

This is a brand and also an anchor point. Compared with other methods, the 'weird wizard' whose spiritual body is split needs an anchor point earlier!
However, this does not require the support of faith. On the contrary, faith is too complex, too chaotic, and contains too many personal emotions. It is easy for the fragmented state of this ritual to erase the humanity of the ascendant, who is essentially only Sequence 5 at the moment, and leave only the divinity.

A gorgeous and profound drama, watched by many audiences, is enough to become an anchor!
Although there were only a few spectators at the event, none of them were easy to deal with. And it was no exaggeration to say that Klein, who was being watched by them, was the focus of the world!
The whole was finally formed, and all kinds of knowledge poured out from the depths of the demigod's body, sweeping across Klein's mind, bringing him an indescribable shock. It seemed as if his head was about to explode.

However, as he had already begun to possess divinity and had many experiences, he passed this stage relatively easily by looking down on others and watching from the sidelines.

The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothes retracted into his body, and he turned back into Klein Moretti with black hair and brown eyes.