Mysteries: Arcana Wars

During the battle with Allen, Klein set the [cognitive boundary nail] for himself: Melissa is real.

Therefore, everything Melissa described happened and was erased, so there are clues of Melissa in everything around me. Ordinary people cannot receive the radio waves sent by Melissa, but I can definitely receive them, and I will complete a certain mission under Melissa's invisible guidance. Therefore, everything is a trace of Melissa.

This chain of logic did help Klein stabilize his mental state during the battle with Allen, but now that Klein reflected on it in time, he found that this simple and crude logic was full of traps and loopholes.

What exactly is Melissa trying to teach me...to do?

Once he gave up or thought deeply about the [cognitive boundary nail], Klein felt that his thoughts began to cross again.

What made Klein so uneasy about the illusion of Melissa was not only this confusing feeling of insecurity, but also that he had experienced two periods of loss of consciousness and a large amount of memory blankness during this period. These all happened after he was exposed to a large number of illusions - the smoke and dust of nothingness. When his will returned, he found himself in another place.

All these signs combined led Klein to a terrible conclusion:

There is another will that is trying to usurp your body.

What was even more alarming was that once this conclusion was put forward, the originally calm belief was once again filled with ripples of doubt, one after another, pointing directly to the foundation of Klein's self-confidence.

Could this will be the sealed mad god Alice?

Could it be that all the guidance from the illusion Melissa is to use my hand to bring a completely crazy god back to the world?

Why? Didn't they set up a trap to seal Him back then? Why would they try to release Him back into the real world now?

Fantasizing about Melissa...is it really Melissa's own will?

Is she the soul of an old friend, or a false bait created by a crazy god?

The one who manipulates the will of that illusion is Melissa Moretti, the Mad God Alice, or Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?

Or...myself?

Klein suddenly came back to his senses and realized what he had written. He was so shocked that he immediately burned the gray fog paper with a void match.

Oh my god...what on earth was I thinking...

As he watched the black smoke dissipate in the air, a tiny bit of doubt crept into his mind again.

Did I, in the Fifth Epoch, really defeat Tianzun completely as Leonard said?

Before Klein could think deeply, Leonard took advantage of the night to find the windowsill of the apartment and slid in through the window.

"Wait, let me speak first."

Klein raised his hand, taking the initiative.

"The only thing that is certain is that there is logic to all of this."

"……what?"

The sudden discussion made Leonard a little unable to keep up with the pace.

“I mean, what we’re going through, it seems like several separate things, but there’s actually a thread behind them that ties them all together.

"Our actions and decisions are not our own. Someone is sending us invisible messages through this world, guiding us in various ways to fulfill his will and his actions..."

"Ah? Isn't that you who didn't lose your memory three hundred years ago?"

Klein raised his head and the two looked at each other. The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The logic suddenly closed in a strange way.

“Wasn’t the plan at the time that everyone sealed their powers and memories to evade surveillance and reconnaissance, quietly recuperate and revive, and then wake up at a critical time while fighting against the possible counterattack from the starry sky?

"What did you say at that time?

"Go into the village quietly, without firing a gun?"

Leonard scratched his head in confusion.

"I remember I should have told you this several times before. Have you forgotten again?" Leonard tapped his temple in confusion. "The old man can testify to this."

Pales had been sleeping quietly before entering the apartment.

As the two looked at each other blankly, Leonard took the lead in turning the page.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I'm here to remind you that Backlund can't stay here any longer."

As he spoke, Leonard took out a series of data.

“On the one hand, there’s the issue of Merlin Hermes.

"Before we went down to the dungeon, the identity of Merlin Hermes had just been re-entered into the citizen identification system, which means it had just become a legal identity. In the early stages of our dungeon exploration, you can still manipulate the puppet as Merlin Hermes to move around on the surface. But when we go down to a certain depth, you can no longer manipulate the Merlin Hermes puppet on the surface.

"And on the ground in Backlund, any legal citizen's daily activities will leave traces in surveillance cameras, personal account transactions, identity recognition, etc.

"That is, a wandering magician who suddenly appeared without any trace of life, after being involved in an extraordinary case and regaining his legal identity, suddenly disappeared for two weeks without any news. No matter how you look at it, this is suspicious.

“What’s more, that mad dog Scott Cartwright is keeping an eye on Merlin Hermes.

"If it were any police officer or official Beyonder who was just trying to fish in troubled waters, they wouldn't necessarily notice that a person whose case was closed suddenly disappeared from the system for two weeks. But Scott would, and he's got you.

“On the other hand, I got inquiries and warnings from Gloria.”

"Gloria? From the Church of Night?"

Klein's face turned serious.

"What did she say?"

“First, he asked about the whereabouts of Merlin Hermes. I guess he got the information from Scott.

"The background I created for you is that Merlin Hermes got bored staying in Backlund City, quit his part-time job as a detective assistant, and went somewhere to experience life. After I came back from the underground city, I didn't find Merlin either - so you'd better leave Backlund as Merlin Hermes immediately, with a complete electronic track record, which also fits your character of a wandering unlucky person."

"…He's an unlucky wandering magician."

"That's also a stray unlucky fellow."

"..."

"But Gloria's other question was about German Sparrow."

Leonard's expression suddenly became strange.

"What did you do the night the Exiles rioted?"

Klein remained silent and did not answer. He did not know what he had done.

Leonard sighed and didn't ask any further questions.

“The Church of Evernight has issued a wanted warrant for German Sparrow.

"Klein, you have been noticed by the Goddess of Night."

"?!"

Klein stood up and looked at Leonard in disbelief.

"Shh!"

Leonard raised a finger and whispered.

"Although there are restrictions of the [Silent Pact], I don't believe that these gods don't have some hidden tricks up their sleeves."

Klein's expression became heavy, as if he was thinking about something.

"So, considering various factors, you can't stay in Backlund any longer. It would be best if you just leave Loen and stay out of the spotlight, and come back later.

"Now, immediately, immediately, without delay."

Leonard suggested.

"What about the identity of programmer Klein Moretti?"

As soon as Klein brought it up, he discovered the problem. Before his first reset, he was a complete programmer nerd. He ate, drank, defecated, and even worked at home. He either stayed up late at night to work or stayed up late at night to surf the Internet. He rarely left the house, and even bought daily necessities mainly online.

What's more, now that he has even quit his job, there are very few traces left in the city system.

Therefore, "staying at home for several weeks without going out" is still in line with programmer Klein Moretti's behavioral habits and is easy to handle.

"So, is there any place you would recommend?"

Leonard smiled, and with a slight sound, Klein received an e-ticket.

“I think Bayam is pretty good.”