Nothing unusual was observed in the town of Seikou. Klein once again began to reflect on the circumstances surrounding the Lady Justice: "Was the campaign against the Mind Dragon Aeryhohg not orchestrated by Adam, but rather led by Hermes? Otherwise, Adam would have descended in divine fashion, and Aeryhohg could not have escaped so easily—only with the aid of a second 'City of Miracles' would there have been any real hope. "If it was indeed Hermes who led the initiative, then the entire sequence of events makes perfect sense. Hermes never intended to capture or kill Aeryhohg; his only goal was to extract information from the ancient Mind Dragon. When Aeryhohg uttered the words, 'Adam may not necessarily be Adam,' the mission naturally concluded. "Ah, so it appears that Hermes has long harbored doubts about Adam's true condition. Yet, constrained by his own status, he could not compel Aeryhohg to appear directly, and thus relied instead on the Lady Justice as an intermediary. "Adam doesn't necessarily have to be Adam, nor does Erihorg have to be Erihorg... This is truly fascinating—the higher echelon of the 'audience' path is even more enigmatic than that of the 'seer'. Back when Angerwid, the 'Dragon of Imagination', clearly occupied the Sequence 0 position, there was still a son of his, from the same path but at Sequence 1, AlerSuhold, the 'Dragon of Nightmares'. If Adam truly isn't Adam, then who is He? Is He the Adam from the myths prior to the First Age, or part of the 'Primordial' itself? Or perhaps connected to the ancient restoration ritual of the sun god? In that light, Medici's description of Him as 'a man of obsession' truly carries profound significance." At that very moment, his movements slowed slightly: the "Justice" lady encountered Erihorg, Hermes, and the MI9 officer, all of whom testified before the Utopia court at the same time. Individually, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the word "simultaneously" raised a subtle alert in Caine's mind. He was deeply attuned to phrases like "by chance," "coincidence," "at the same time," and "approximately"—impressions etched into his consciousness through past experiences. With a light tap of his fingers against the weathered edge of the long table, Caine resolved to prepare for his concerns. He swiftly gathered a beam of light containing certain words and a specific intention, then directed it into a prayer point. Once this was done, Caine withdrew his consciousness from the Source Castle, allowing his spirit to return to its essence. Immediately thereafter, he began to influence Utopia, setting in motion arrangements to temporarily "remove" the foreign residents currently within the city. Thus, even if something unforeseen should happen, it would not affect the innocent. This also means that Caine has made the decision to abandon his utopia and rebuild the town of secret figures elsewhere, since the ritual can be repeated many times, but a person can only be resurrected once. ... "Take good care of yourself for the next few days. The court will be a while yet." Byers escorted Wendel to the door of the "Iris" inn. Wendel smiled in reply. "Right now, I'm feeling rather drowsy." It was midnight when this took place. Previously, due to excessive anxiety and tension, Wendel had been unable to sleep and had wandered around the headquarters of MI9 to calm his nerves. But then, hearing the conversations of his night-shift colleagues, his emotions were completely overwhelmed, and he decided to return to Utopia to face the issues head-on. After checking in without bringing any luggage, Wendel moved lightly up to the third floor and entered his room. As he passed through the doorway, he sensed a subtle sense of unusual darkness around him. To sleep better, Wendel walked to the window and drew the curtains. During this movement, he unexpectedly felt that the view outside was strangely familiar. However, under the night's darkness, he couldn't make it out clearly, so he assumed it might have been a scene he had seen previously in Utopia. He covered his mouth with his hand, yawned, and began undressing as he made his way toward the bed. ………… Monica woke up in the middle of the night and felt the urge to use the bathroom. After struggling to hold it, she finally turned over and got out of bed, heading toward the room's built-in restroom. As she pushed open the restroom door, she noticed that it felt slightly heavier than before. Rubbing her eyes, which were nearly closed, she ignored this subtle change, quickly attended to her personal needs, and rushed back to the bed. When she got into the bed, she noticed that the temperature inside had dropped significantly and had to wrap herself tightly layer by layer. Soon, she fell back asleep. ……about a minute later, Byers, patrolling the street, rubbed his hands and turned toward the street where the police station stood, preparing to hand over to his colleague. Suddenly, his body stiffened at the alley entrance. The numerous, fine, faintly black "spirit threads" running through him simultaneously detached and rose upward. A neatly cut paper figure fell down, connecting with these "spirit threads" and swiftly transforming into another Byers. At the same time, a vast and complex flow of knowledge surged in, reorganizing into a man dressed in elegant attire, with chestnut hair—exactly the Sequence 1 historical projection of Roser Gustave. This man had blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. Then, with a simple gesture, the projection reached out and gathered all the surrounding information into his palm, condensing it into a shimmering orb of light. This orb contained all the specific details about Byers' current difficulties. The very next moment, Roscel Gustave's historical projection forged a message conveying normalcy, transmitting it along the "spiritual threads" connecting the mannequin to the Saint Arianna Church on the city square, down to the church's underground. Following this sequence of operations, a fresh surge of information rose from the half-sky, reorganized under Roscel's guidance into three distinct figures: An elderly man in a black robe, wearing a hood, with a long, dense white beard; A middle-aged man draped in a cloak, with black hair and blue eyes, a square-faced demeanor, and an air of dignity; A colossal tree, its trunk oiled like petroleum, bearing arms that extended outwards, each arm bearing a series of strange protrusions, and rolling one after another eyes of alternating black and white, veined with blood. They were, respectively: The head of the Convent, Chalatou! The image of the original King, William Augustus I, through the historical fissure of the Roon Protectorate! The historical projection of "The Divine Calamity," Seara! After making the necessary preparations, Zarathustra quietly entered Utopia, guided by the prior historical projections. With no delay, he extended his right hand and, leveraging his extraordinary properties and the law of aggregation, drew the "spirit insect" from Byers' body. On the other side, one of the hands of the historical projection of the divine calamity, Seara, now bore a puppet the size of a palm—unattractive and rather grotesque. The puppet was damp, sticky, lacking eyes, ears, and a nose, and had only a hollow mouth that exhaled gray-white mist. As the "spirit insect" and the puppet approached, the black-and-white beads rolling along the trunk of the Seara tree simultaneously turned their gaze toward them. In silence, the "spirit insect" merged into the puppet, which then twisted and writhed, gradually developing eyes, a nose, and ears, transforming into something resembling Klein Moretti. At this point, Zarathustra could no longer conceal it, nor could he—he produced a dark, shroud-like cloth and swiftly wrapped the Caelin figure in it! Simultaneously, the "spirit threads" connecting all the secret figures to their bodies throughout Utopia severed, cutting them off from their sources. This wasn't a failure of the figures themselves—it was the bodies themselves that had been severed from them. In an instant, the on-duty staff at the police station, the guests at the inn, the prisoners in the holding cells, and the citizens like Anderson and Alsu in various homes all stopped breathing, growing rigid. Whether asleep or engaged in other activities, at that very moment, they all seemed to have been frozen in time. The Caelin figure at the base of Saint Alainna's Church awoke suddenly, sensing the real and immediate crisis. Without hesitation, he resolved to return to the "Source Citadel," rising to the status and strength of an Angelic King to confront both the enemies now emerging and those still hidden beneath the surface. This was the optimal course of action under the current circumstances. — Even if he fails to preserve his essence, Kline still has one more chance at resurrection. At this moment, his rising consciousness encounters an invisible, deep-dark barrier, resistant to penetration, preventing him from entering the "Fortress of the Source." This... Kline tightens his spirit, sensing that the adversaries may be more formidable than he had anticipated. Few high-level beings know of the ability to return to the "Fortress of the Source" simply by a single thought, without the need for ritual! The next instant, the colossal trees, now glistening like viscous oil, rise into the sky above the Saint Alaricana Church. Moreover, a deep, resonant voice echoes layer upon layer: "This place is closed to wanderers! This place is closed to teleportation!" "...” Kline, not overwhelmed by emotion, immediately shifts his strategy upon realizing he cannot return to the "Fortress of the Source," and leaps resolutely into the historical mist. The gray-white mist, as soon as it came into view, transformed into a vortex composed of countless transparent worms, each extending slender, slick tendrils adorned with strange patterns. Unlike the previous time, this vortex now exerted a powerful suction, drawing Clary's figure forward at an accelerated pace, and wrapping him in layers upon layers of tendrils. The Law of Aggregation of Extraordinary Properties! The Law of Aggregation of Extraordinary Properties among angels! A subtle glow passed through, and Clary, whose form had been firmly held by the mythical creature of Chalatu, became a paper figure—both a refined application of the "paper figure" substitute at the angelic level and aided by the process of grafting. Though Clary could not return to the Source Citadel, he could now influence the "spirit worms" dwelling atop the gray mist, summoning "curtains" to assist him. After evading Chalatu's fatal strike, Clary rushed through the historical fog, fleeing toward the ancient cities of the pre-First Age. At this moment, many of the ancient secret figures in Utopia, having lost the sustaining "spirit thread," either rapidly decayed into rotting flesh, shed their limbs one by one, or underwent various transformations due to their extraordinary nature—becoming terrifying monsters beyond imagination. Some devoured their own heads; others remained only as pulsating masses of blood and flesh; some grew dense clusters of eyes. Soon, Caine rushed into the old prehistoric city deep within the historical mist. To him, it was a reliable sanctuary—accessible only to "ancient scholars" and prehistoric humans. Without hesitation, he surveyed the surroundings habitually and began praying to the "Goddess of Night" upon the layered ruins of the city. Pfft! A soft sound echoed as an ancient, blood-streaked cross-pole pierced through Caine's heart from behind. A figure emerged behind him, a composed man wearing a half-high silk hat and a black coat. Germán Sparo. Klein's pupils dilated instantly, and the eccentric adventurer spoke in a calm tone: "Adam gave me humanity." P.S.: First post, then revise. Finally, half a day of monthly support needed. P.S.2: Early updates will occur in the early morning, though it will still follow the same pattern—first post, then revise. After all, it's the birthday of the curly-haired baboons, so there should be some ceremony.