Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker.

"Okay, students, that's all I have to say today. Class is dismissed now." Klein Moretti smiled politely and nodded gently, concluding the day's lecture. He was still in his internship, earning a weekly salary of 2 gold pounds and 10 soli.

By the end of this month, he would be promoted to a full professor. At that time, Klein's weekly salary would double, or even increase.

Moreover, professors' main source of income is not salary.

Being a history professor in a university can be regarded as a profession where you can quickly make connections with people. Young ladies from the aristocracy will not go to universities specifically to study. Mixing with civilians will make them look less than decent. More often than not, they specially invite lecturers and professors from universities and let them teach their children one-on-one in their own manors and castles.

Most importantly, compared to his previous job as a Nighthawk, this job was truly easy. Klein only attended two classes today and spent the rest of the time in his office, giving him ample time to read various books.

"Professor Moriarty, are you ready to go back?"

When Klein walked out of the classroom and was about to return to the office to pack his things and go home, he suddenly heard a gentle voice.

Klein looked back and found that the person coming was a middle-aged man wearing formal clothes. This man is a mechanical technology lecturer here, and his hierarchical status is lower than that of a full professor after becoming a full professor. His surname is Mitchell. Although his position is only a lecturer, teachers here generally call each other professor to show respect.

Klein nodded gently:

"Yes, Professor Mitchell, my class is over today and I am going to exercise for a while. You know, the body is the capital of revolution."

"Well, I know." Professor Mitchell said naturally, "That's a famous quote from Emperor Russell. I admire him very much. He's not only talented, but also very humble. He's made so many great inventions, and he still says he's just 'standing on the shoulders of giants.' Wow, what a humble genius!"

Klein: "..."

"Ah, that's right." Looking at Klein's helpless expression, the male professor touched his head and smiled awkwardly: "You still have something to do, so you go slowly. I guess today's transfer procedures for freshmen I can only come here alone.”

"New students?" Klein was a little confused. "Shouldn't school have started a long time ago? Why are there still new students enrolling?"

"You don't know about this, right?" Professor Mitchell smiled slightly: "I heard that it was a girl who was directly introduced by the school director and arranged to come in as a transfer student. Even at Backlund University, this happens. Appeared. This way, let alone our place."

"Is that so..." Klein suddenly became interested and said to Professor Mitchell: "Professor Mitchell, let me help you? After all, I just came here and I also want to know about our school's admissions process."

"Professor Moriarty." Professor Mitchell suddenly shook Klein's hands, moved. "I knew you were a helpful, friendly, and honest young man. Since you've said so, I reluctantly hand this task over to you... I'll take you there now and explain the new student transfer process."

Klein was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, suddenly feeling like he was being tricked.

He probably knew why Professor Mitchell was unwilling to handle the transfer of new students - most of the students directly arranged by the school director were either rich or noble, and if they were not the children of minor aristocrats, they were the sons of businessmen. The transfer process for this new student will probably take more than an hour to complete.

For most professors, this is a thankless job. However, since he has taken over this job, Klein will naturally complete the transfer well.

He sighed and reached out to push open the door of the reception hall in front of him. As Klein opened the door, he said to the girl sitting inside: "Hello, I am the professor in charge of your freshman transition. Now..."

Klein suddenly stopped, and a suffocating feeling gradually came to his heart. He stared blankly at the quiet girl sitting obediently on the sofa, and the words he had already drafted and prepared to say stopped for a moment.

—The new student is Melissa Moretti.

Melissa heard the voices coming from the door stop abruptly and looked up in confusion. But the next moment, her hand trembled and she couldn't help but cover her mouth. With a crisp, shattering sound, the cup she was holding fell to the ground, splattering the scalding tea everywhere.

That face was very familiar to Melissa. In the past ten years, Melissa could see this face every day. Even with a beard, a different hairstyle, and even a monocle, Melissa still recognized him.

"Can we begin now..." Klein said dryly, "My name is Sherlock Moriarty."

Melissa took a deep breath, looked at Klein in front of her, and tried her best to calm down her mood. But even so, the words she said from her mouth couldn't help but have a crying tone:

"Please help me handle the transfer procedures, Professor C. Moriarty. I've been waiting here for a long time."

She and Benson have been waiting for a long time.

Ever since they came to Backlund, they had been afraid that this was just a dream, created by Klein's friends to create a dream full of hope for them. They were afraid, afraid that Klein was actually sleeping underground.

But when Melissa saw Klein's disguised face, all her previous fears disappeared. What appeared in her heart was a sweet and reassuring feeling, as if she had returned home. Whether it was the fear of coming to the metropolis or the worry about Klein, they all quietly melted away here.

"Yes, Miss Melissa. This way, please."

The corners of Klein's mouth turned up in an exaggerated way, like a happy clown.

He opened the door and led Melissa towards his office.

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"Here's where you fill in your name..."

"Here are the school IDs you will need later..."

Klein pointed to the forms in front of him and gathered the documents Melissa needed, carefully stacking them together. He remembered Melissa's habit of keeping everything neatly organized, so he pulled a folder from under his desk and carefully placed all the documents and certificates inside.

After the two calmed down a little, the office fell into an atmosphere of silence. Klein looked at Melissa in front of him and placed the folder in front of her. Melissa looked at Klein, frowned, and suddenly said to him:

"Are you going to stay silent like this? Are you going to say something to me?"

"Mo, Li, Ya, Di, teach, teach?"

With a bit of venting her sad emotions, Melissa even gritted her teeth when she spat out the words. She thought of the three burnt fingers that a police officer had sent to Klein's home, and she suddenly felt clogged in her heart.

After learning that Klein was still alive, sadness and joy of recovery were intertwined, forming somewhat complicated emotions.

Klein cleared his throat, took out the silver dagger from his arms and prepared to start decorating the spiritual wall.

Seeing this, Melissa also set up a spiritual wall on the other side. Her movements were surprisingly skillful, unlike someone who had just become a Beyonder. Klein locked the door and patted the seat across from him.

"Sit down, Melissa."

Melissa bit her lower lip and sat down. She stared at Klein with her big beautiful eyes and opened her mouth. Seeing that Klein had no intention of speaking, she asked, "Mr. Gao Wei rescued you?"

"Yes..." Klein nodded with a hint of shame, somewhat afraid to look at Melissa before him. Thinking back, he truly had rushed into Chanis Gate with the intent of perishing alongside the evil god's followers. If the evil god's followers were to perish within Tingen City, then few in the entire city would likely survive the contamination.

——Including brother and sister Benson and Melissa.

"Our family owes Mr. Galway a big favor. He saved your life." Melissa took a deep breath and said to Klein: "Fortunately, you are still alive..."

"Sorry." Klein's words were a little bitter. He didn't know how to treat his brother and sister now. He calmed down, his spiritual vision naturally opened, and he discovered that Melissa's spiritual body had fused and she had become a stable Extraordinary.

"You also chose to become a Beyonder... Sigh." Klein said to his sister, "Is this the potion Gao Wei gave you?"

"That's right." Melissa nodded: "Mr. Galway told us that you are an extraordinary person. We wanted to know what happened to you, so we drank the magic potion."

There was a brief silence.

Klein sighed: "Melissa, this road is not easy... It was only after I became an Extraordinary that I felt the madness and darkness on this road."

"I know that Mr. Abraham told us all the dangers. He also told us about the 'acting method'."

Melissa said stubbornly, "But Klein, you almost died this time, and it was Mr. Abraham who helped you! What would we do if you died? Will you do this again next time..."

"Although Mr. Abraham said that you are a very talented extraordinary person, you may be promoted very quickly."

"But if we drink the magic potion, at least we can help you a little in these aspects! At least we can share with you what you have experienced, and we are not as ignorant as before. You, you will not be too lonely. , as long as we are here, you still have a home waiting for you here!"

Klein opened his mouth, feeling a little weak. He sighed and said slowly:

"All right……"

……

The High-Dimensional Overlooker, controlling his avatar far away in the God-Forsaken Land, sat down with some difficulty on an old chair. The True Creator and the Goddess of Night, sitting opposite him, looked silently at the High-Dimensional Overlooker, who had already bred a special avatar.

"I have prepared this avatar. You can input your Beyonder characteristics into it at any time, allowing you to descend to Backlund." The High-Dimensional Overlooker spoke bluntly to the True Creator in front of the Goddess of Night, the deity of Loen. The Goddess of Night simply listened quietly, without any reaction.

The True Creator, whose eyes were filled with darkness, was sitting on his throne, seemingly thinking about something. He looked at the high-dimensional overlooker in front of him and asked:

"When are you going to... take action?"

"Your divine half is discussing the Great Smog of Backlund with the King of Loen." Gao Dimensional Overlooker said to him: "Now I let your Aurora Society and the Witch Sect pretend to cooperate, and they are going to use this This incident helped the original witch Chike recover to a certain extent from her injuries. When the incident breaks out, you can take advantage of the opportunity."

"Henye, do you want to... take action." The true creator's voice was somewhat intermittent: "You can worsen the witch's condition."

"It's not the right time yet." The Goddess of Night shook her head. "Adam and I have an agreement. I must observe this matter from the sidelines. He needs a war. This event will have a crucial impact on the future."

For the goddess of the night, this is an important step in whether she can obtain the authority of the God of War in the future. He needs a full-scale war between Rune and Feysac. Only then can he and Lilith kill the God of War and begin to accommodate the authority belonging to the eternal darkness.

As long as the witches and hunters are not accommodated, the fourth pillar will not be born, but the eternal darkness can easily slaughter the original witches and red priests, and has the ability to deter the outer gods outside the barrier.

"In that case, I won't care about your affairs." Gao Wei Overlooker nodded: "I need you to temporarily open the port after the Backlund smog, and I need to take some people out of Backlund. Go live in the land abandoned by the gods. In exchange, I will gradually make them believe in you and Zao, and, by the way, the Fool who has not yet formed."

"This is like giving you a layer of insurance, with a certain amount of anchors to stabilize yourself."

"Okay." The goddess of the night nodded quietly. Slowly disappeared into the night. The high-dimensional overlooker looked at the true creator opposite him, with a smile on his face (?):

"Azao, are you ready to start passing on your characteristics? I can hand over the authority of my incarnation to you, and we will solve the problem of the divine vessel that you need to use later."

"Of course, in exchange, you need to support my incarnation to gradually advance to the high order of the White Tower. This divine descending vessel is the sincerity I can show to you."

"Bad words...elder."

The True Creator felt his sanity gradually fading, and now he urgently separated a portion of his Sequence Two characteristics to create his own vessel for divine descent. Only in this way could he divide his madness and sanity between the two vessels, thus giving birth to his rational self on the southern continent.

With its own body as a barrier between the two incarnations of reason and madness, the true Creator can better balance himself. By that time, He must be able to accommodate Adam into His body and take over.

The high-dimensional overlooker looked toward the dark starry sky until his line of sight extended and he saw his own body.

The high-dimensional overlookers in the starry sky remained calm, slowly squirming, and began to gradually approach the territory dominated by the super star. Just when the super star master began to be wary of this guy wrapped in the source of matter, the high-dimensional overlooker opened his mouth and said slowly to him:

"Chaoxing, I have a good job here, will you do it?"

Chapter 53 The preparations of the outer gods

The Super Star Master looked at the high-dimensional overlooker in front of him with some vigilance, and quietly blocked the starry sky territory behind him with his own abilities, for fear that the high-dimensional overlooker would once again send his favored ones into the civilization under his control.

After all, in battle after battle. The Old Ones in the starry sky have discovered that the "alien" of the high-dimensional Overlooker has the most bizarre rebirth ability among all the Old Ones. Although the attack ability is not as good as other outer gods, their ability to perfectly resurrect their beloved regardless of time and space and their weird escape methods give them a headache.

The Outer Gods generally ignored humans without extraordinary abilities. However, the High-Dimensional Overlooker was a unique individual, possessing followers spanning nearly the entire universe, including but not limited to civilizations controlled by Super Star Overlords and planets controlled by weaker Outer Gods.

In other words, except for the favored ones of the high-dimensional overlookers in the source of the old people, there are them everywhere else.

The Outer Gods initially laughed at His behavior in cultivating those humans, and only thought it was the instinct contained in the source of the high-dimensional Overlooker. It wasn't until they were brought together to the earth to start a war that the high-dimensional overlookers showed their powerful ability to steal homes.

An Old One who could be reborn at any time and whose purpose was unknown made things even worse for the Outer Gods who were already in a miserable state in the war when they were first resurrected. Including the source of the Super Star Overlord, part of it was lost at the hands of the Heavenly Lord when the High-Dimensional Overlooker was reborn to steal the home.

Until then, the followers of the High-Dimensional Overlord had become the rats crossing the street that were hunted by all the gods among the many Outer Gods. A series of unlucky Outer Gods, led by the Super Star Overlord, began to eliminate the High-Dimensional Followers within their sight.

So when the High Dimension Overlooker came to him to discuss cooperation, the Super Star Overlord instinctively became wary and cautious. These two qualities are the foundation of the Outer Gods and are excellent qualities.

"Let's talk there." The super star master said to the high-dimensional overlooker: "Stand there, don't move - don't come into my territory."

"Huh, look at what you said, do you not believe me?" Upon seeing this, Gao Dimensional Overlooker used his own ability to give the Super Star Master a dissatisfied expression.

"No, I believe you very much." The super star master communicated with the high-dimensional overlooker in a calm voice: "I believe that in addition to the main things you want to talk about, you must also have some back-ups to arrange."

"..." The High-Dimensional Overlooker, observing the Super Star Lord's resolute attitude, could only helplessly dismiss the various bizarre followers he had gathered, sending them to other star regions to carry out their missions. The Super Star Lord watched the distorted light around the High-Dimensional Overlooker flicker, and the huge star cluster on his body couldn't help but twitch.

This guy is really insidious. If he is not vigilant, his home will be robbed again...