Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Feeling a bug crawling rapidly in his brain, Klein finally woke up from his chaotic memories. He subconsciously covered his head, but found that he was intact.

...The shot just now was just an illusion!

There was still a phantom pain in his brain, as if a bullet had smashed his head, but it was not unbearable. Klein, who had seen through the illusion, got up in a daze, picked up the chair, straightened it, and sat on it steadily. Only then did he feel at ease.

As the phantom bullet of Melissa pierced his brain, countless fragments of memory slammed heavily on the shore of his spirit like waves. Under the clamor of pain, layers of requiem gently rose amid the chaos, soothing the torture of his memory integration and sending him into a coma isolated from reality.

Klein vaguely remembered the last moment before he was drowned in the torrent of memory. He saw a tarot card slowly falling from the sky, turning into starlight in his confused vision.

He finally pieced together all the messy memories in his head. In the last second, he was lying in the basement of St. Arianna Church, freely choreographing a puppet show in a utopian town; in the next second, skyscrapers and neon lights rose before his eyes. The honking of car horns whizzing past the window made him feel unreal, as if he had returned to an old city millions of years ago.

But the computer in front of him was flashing cold and merciless Rune language. The densely packed lines of Rune letters were like tiny sharp knives, pulling him back to reality from his unrealistic delusion.

Wasn't there yesterday.

Klein looked up at the silvery white moon outside the window and gently placed his hand on the glass table. The smoothness of industrial manufacturing, the faint wear and tear, and the fine dust from the long-pile of debris embraced every little bug on his fingertips, loudly declaring its authenticity.

He finally came to his senses. Everything he was experiencing was not a dream. Some unknown emergency happened to him. But Klein still felt a sense of disharmony around him. That inexplicable feeling of unreality still lingered in him.

Calm down, now you need to think!

So Klein took a deep breath and began to explore and experiment with his current situation. He waved his hand and pulled out the paper and pen from the Fifth Epoch from the void. There was even a little bit of gray fog on them.

Now I am still at the Sequence 2 level and can use extraordinary abilities, but there seem to be great limitations and further verification is needed. At the same time, my connection with Source Castle is still there.

He picked up his pen and began to sort out his situation. After recording these words, Klein suddenly flipped through the ancient paper stained with gray mist with a bit of helplessness.

Good guy! How did he catch the gray fog directly? It seems that I have to be more careful when catching historical projections in the future, so as not to leave any tails that can attract the attention of high sequence!

Is this the trouble of the strong?

Klein complained in his mind as he wrote down these two points. Then he closed his eyes and tried to climb up to Sefirah Castle, but failed.

...as expected, yet seemingly beyond reason... ?

Klein touched his chin and didn't hesitate for too long. He quickly shifted his attention to his piece of paper made of gray fog. He began to try to grab as much of this paper as possible from the void, then the notebook and dictionary, and finally a pile of papers half a person's height on the glass table. He clearly felt that he still had some strength to spare, but he couldn't pull out more gray fog. It was as if there was an invisible valve that strictly limited the amount of gray fog that could be mobilized.

The control over the gray fog... or Sefirah Castle has been improved to an unprecedented level, but it is obviously limited.

Then Klein tested his abilities one by one. Finally, he bit his pen, drew a dividing line under the words, and wrote his summary.

In summary, the extraordinary ability is lower than expected, but the control over the source castle has been greatly improved, but there are certain limitations.

This always feels a bit contradictory... Klein rubbed his temple that had just been pierced and continued writing.

...Is this protection or sanctions?

In addition...

Klein took another deep breath.

The summary of the current status of extraordinary abilities just now made Klein feel a little down to earth, but there was always something that made him feel a little unreal. For example, now, the murmurs that once lingered in his mind had changed their tone and became more elusive, but he himself had adapted well. And the sense of splitting and tearing that had tortured his mind day and night had been swept away.

Klein even felt that he had never felt so relaxed in his mind.

...those whispers...those so-called memories and histories...and my ego and my superego, my spirit and my body, my reason and my madness...it doesn’t matter what Sefirah Castle and Klein are...from the beginning to the end, including everything, I am a complete whole...

A number of complex and confusing thoughts lingered in Klein's mind. He held the pen tightly, hesitated for a moment, and slowly typed a cautious question mark behind the four large Russell characters "Mental State".

Next, we must pay close attention to changes in our mental state.

This is a rough summary of my physical condition.

The pain in his head was almost over. Klein stood up, stretched his body, and walked around his room.

This is a small single apartment with a very simple and plain decoration, but it has all the necessary functions and is full of the atmosphere of a science and engineering geek.

The computer showed that it was the year 1325 of the Sixth Era, the Bright Moon Era. It seemed that social productivity had developed to a level similar to that in Klein's old memories—even a little bit higher. He took out his cell phone from his pocket, and the signal showed that it was now an 8G network.

…After more than a thousand years, how come we can only get 8G network? Steam and Roselle, can you do it? Can you do it? !

Of course, the most iconic feature of this era is the bright moon, which is exactly the same as in the old days.

In Klein's history books of the Sixth Epoch, scholars had various speculations about Scarlet Moon's retreat, but without exception, they all concluded that Scarlet Moon's disappearance was inevitably related to the "Doomsday Disaster" at the end of the Fifth Epoch. Of course, the opinions of the various Orthodox churches were even more varied.

In any case, based on the instructions of the illusion Melissa and what he saw and heard, Klein could be sure that although the gods and secular countries paid a heavy price in the "Doomsday Disaster", most of the civilizations of the previous era were preserved relatively intact, and developed to the present day with twists and turns and difficulties under layers of danger, even surpassing the level of the old cities in Klein's memory.

Klein could understand the serious disruption to the progress of human society caused by the turbulent situation beneath the peaceful surface of the Bright Moon Era. The mysterious forbidden areas that had never been fully explored, the chaotic and crazy extraordinary forces, and the Outer Gods who were still eyeing the Earth were all insurmountable obstacles to the development of science and technology. How much of the Bright Moon Era's development to this point after more than a thousand years was a matter of accident and luck? But he still wanted to sigh:

This is really too slow!