"Woo——!"
Klein, who had been sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by the voice that abruptly appeared in his mind. Those layers of intersecting illusory shouts, accompanied by the echoing of invisible whispers, caused his spirit to involuntarily become irritated and chaotic.
It was as if he had just been about to fall asleep, only to hear the upstairs neighbors fighting—flipping tables and smashing the floor...
Uh, well, actually he was now hearing the quarrel while sleeping soundly.
Klein sprang up from his bed with a thud, suppressing the irritation in his heart. He forcefully rubbed his somewhat throbbing temples, revealing an inexplicable expression on his face. This situation was not the first time it had occurred. After using a semi-meditative state to slightly recover his emotions, he turned his gaze to his right hand. Sure enough, on the back of his hand, four black dots had once again appeared at some unknown time.
"It's only six o'clock! Who exactly is praying to me at this hour?"
Klein glanced at the mechanical wall clock, and although traces of getting-up grumpiness still remained on his face, he still quickly took four steps counterclockwise and arrived above the gray fog. His figure suddenly appeared in that majestic palace resembling a giant's residence, and his eyes also reflected those continuously contracting and expanding crimson stars.
Klein raised his right hand, extending his spirituality, and touched the star that symbolized the "Devil" who had just joined the Tarot Club yesterday. With a boom, his vision immediately became blurred and distorted. A man wearing a white shirt and black vest was sitting by the window, facing the morning light, with his hands clasped together against his lowered forehead—
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;"
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"
"You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
"Thank you for your grace, allowing me to have a wonderful morning."
...
"Allowing me to have a wonderful morning."
...
"Have a wonderful morning."
...
Klein listened to Mr. Devil's prayer in his frantic and chaotic mental state, and his expression became strange:
"You had a wonderful morning, but do you had to disturb my sleep?"
But what could he do?
As an ancient and great existence, could he really tell this believer—"Mr. Fool needs to sleep, please postpone your prayer by two hours?"
Moreover, Mr. Devil still needed to rely on prayer to digest his potion.
"Being a hidden existence really isn't easy. But I'm already this miserable with just one believer, so what about those True Gods facing millions of believers? Don't they need to sleep?"
Klein complained about the orthodox gods in his heart for self-comfort, then sighed lightly and transmitted his response to the crimson star along that subtle connection:
"I have received your prayer."
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"I have received your prayer."
"I have received your prayer."
"I have received your prayer."
...
Accompanied by layers upon layers of mist appearing before his eyes, a twisted and blurred figure emerged in the deepest part of his vision. His eyes flowed with deep crimson, and his voice continuously echoed in Snow's ears.
Feeling the solid shell of the potion crack open with layers of fissures once again, Snow's face revealed a satisfied smile. He took a deep breath, then stood up to begin greeting the day.
Although he said this, he actually didn't have much to do. He could only stay in his room, using Emperor Roselle's improved typewriter to write books and such.
Yes, writing books. Although his predecessor's main profession was a veterinarian, after arriving in Tingen, he had been holed up in his room the entire time, and even killing people was left to Tris to handle.
In this situation, Snow, who had plenty of free time, naturally could only return to his past life's old profession out of extreme boredom—passing time by writing books.
But to be honest, for Sequence 7 Trissy, who possessed abilities like invisibility and cursing, and being a noble Sequence 7, killing two unprepared Secret Suppliant members in exchange for those quite high-end and useful mysticism knowledge was quite a profitable deal.
As for why, although it was clearly Trissy who killed the people, Snow had to carry forward the Aurora Order's tradition and claim responsibility for this incident...
Of course, it was to leave a good impression on Mr. A!
Yes, you read that right, a good impression!
The Aurora Order only has madmen and deeply hidden madmen. The more you act like a lunatic, the more the Aurora Order trusts you.
Especially if you can display relative rationality on the surface while being crazy, and wholeheartedly serve the True Creator, then you become one of their own among their own—even if you kill your own people.
...
While internally criticizing the Aurora Order's corporate culture, he tap-tap-tapped on the keyboard.
Characters appeared one by one on the manuscript paper, and Snow quickly entered the zone.
"JoJo, being human have limits."
"I've learned something,"
"The more carefully you scheme,"
"The more unexpected events come along."
...
Typing out sentences that were almost engraved in his DNA, those scenes that almost appeared before his eyes were transcribed into text and recorded on the pages. Snow's typing speed also became faster and faster.
After he confirmed that Mr. Huang "The taste of a Demoness ain't bad…" Tao had left behind the territory of Manga, and decided to start writing something to pass the time, he had the idea of adapting JoJo's Bizarre Adventure..
He wasn't worried about being noticed by Klein, or rather, if Klein could notice, that would align with his hopes—because he needed a source of intelligence.
According to his predecessor's memories, the Penredax family was indeed an ancient noble family, but not the kind of great family that mastered sequence pathways.
To make his production of various secrets appear more natural, Snow was planning a rather risky scheme—
He intended to make Klein think that some ancestor of the Penredax family might very well be a transmigrator like the Emperor!
Although he hadn't yet decided whether this transmigrator ancestor was a grandfather or great-grandfather, this was something that could be left ambiguous.
He wouldn't explicitly tell Klein how illustrious his family was, nor would he deliberately say that his ancestor was a transmigrator, but he would leave various traces in daily life, letting Klein make the relevant judgments on his own.
This was just a casual move, but it was extremely important.
After all, in his view, the traces of being a transmigrator on a person were very difficult to eliminate. Not to mention that flashy Mr. Huang, not to mention the sutra-copying Russian priest and the Goddess-like sister, even Klein himself was permeated with an aura that didn't belong to this era.
Perhaps in ordinary people's eyes, this aura was just personal style, but in the eyes of fellow transmigrators, such an aura could easily attract attention.
It was fine now while his sequence was low, but in the future, when Klein's sequence improved, his experiences increased, and his perception became sharper, these characteristics on himself would become increasingly obvious.
Actually, Snow wasn't very worried about dropping his disguise in front of Klein, but in order to make the knowledge in his hands seem "reasonable," he still decided to conceal this identity.
(End of Chapter)