Chapter 127: Klein, Let Me Give You a Gift
Let's return to Alice's perspective.
She didn't know what had happened. In an instant, she saw her own body collapse.
She looked at her hands—those familiar yet strange hands that belonged to someone else in the room. Let's temporarily call that person "human."
She tried to speak, to finish the words she hadn't said. But the voice also belonged to someone else in the room.
Alice's eyes gradually filled with terror. Her body—let's call it her body for now—began to tremble imperceptibly.
Ignoring the body on the ground that was still connected to her, Alice stumbled to the mirror. The reflection showed a face that was both familiar and strange.
It was the face she had seen countless times over the past few days: a classic black robe, a pointed soft hat, black trousers, black leather shoes, and the monocle over the right eye that she knew so well.
Alice adjusted the monocle, then let herself collapse to the ground.
"This body," Alice repeated the term she had always used, her tone a mix of sarcasm and sadness. "This body... ha."
Only now did she realize why she neither identified as Shen Yinghuan nor instinctively changed part of "I" to "this body."
Who was she?
She was not Shen Yinghuan, nor was she the nameless wandering girl. She was Alice Kingsley, and only Alice Kingsley.
So, who was Alice Kingsley?
Alice thought of the river she longed for and the absurd hypothesis she once had—could there be a mythical creature in this world that mistakenly believed itself to be a transmigrator?
Of course, she didn't think she was such a creature, but her situation seemed to match the description.
Alice returned to the sofa in the living room, lifted her fallen body, and placed it on the sofa. She closed her eyes and tried to touch it.
She could feel a faint connection.
The connection was familiar, but grasping its origin from the intermittent link was too difficult, so Alice quickly gave up.
"But how do I get back? And what caused this situation?" Alice muttered to herself.
She closed her eyes and carefully examined the body that originally belonged to Amon's avatar.
The body was empty, just as it was when Alice first woke up—no soul, no consciousness, no memory, like a vessel prepared for her.
This avatar had no connection to Amon's main body or other avatars.
—If the avatar's consciousness hadn't disappeared, Amon would have had an independent avatar.
The extraordinary abilities were still there—but without the connection to Amon's main body, it was just an ordinary Sequence 4 of the 'Thief' pathway.
Maybe not so ordinary, but Alice didn't know the names and abilities of each sequence in the 'Thief' pathway, so she just checked and gave up after finding that the things Amon had stolen were also gone.
So, how could she get back?
Alice looked at her body lying on the sofa and suddenly thought of a question: If she stayed like this until next Monday, would Klein be shocked when he called her for the Tarot meeting?
Alice thought seriously for a moment and finally decided not to shock Mr. Fool's heart like that.
Alice tried to use her spirituality to touch the faint connection.
The connection was weak, and it wasn't until her spirituality was almost exhausted that Alice barely found a way to grasp it.
... What did she see?
No, it wasn't seeing...
There were newborn children and elderly people; kind philanthropists and cold-blooded murderers; starving poor people and luxurious nobles...
Countless people, countless lives, forming a chaotic web of fate.
Among them, there was a thread that felt particularly close to her.
When her spirituality touched that thread, Alice suddenly lost consciousness.
...
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Amon's steps halted.
Losing an avatar wasn't a big deal for Him, but an avatar dying and losing the connection with Him were completely different concepts.
He was sure that the avatar was still alive, but the connection with it had abruptly disappeared.
Amon was a bit worried.
After all, an avatar no longer controlled by the main body might become a new main body.
He certainly knew which avatar it was. Oh, it was impossible not to know. After all, in the past few days, He had received so much unheard-of information from that avatar.
But this time, He could no longer condescendingly say, "Interesting."
He even hesitated about whether to send another avatar to check the situation. After all... what if the avatar He sent this time also suddenly lost connection?
...
Alice woke up from a fall.
She rolled off the sofa and onto the floor.
She got up in a daze and immediately saw Amon lying beside her.
She remembered becoming Amon... right, and then?
How did she come back?
Alice got up in confusion and poked the fallen Amon.
It didn't seem like a dead person or a corpse.
If she had to describe it, Alice felt it was somewhat like a vegetative state but not exactly—the body was like an empty shell without a soul.
After staring at Amon's body for a long time, Alice decided to leave the trouble to Klein.
... After all, keeping a corpse at home was weird!
...
Hearing the prayer, Klein jumped up.
Although he was familiar with being woken up in the middle of the night, Klein wasn't angry.
Because... he wasn't asleep at all!
When he reached above the gray fog and saw the crimson star belonging to Alice pulsating, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He extended his spirituality and saw a puzzling scene.
Alice praying wasn't a big deal, but the problem was... what was that corpse beside her?
Amon???
Klein was greatly shocked. He began to listen to what Alice was saying, and then he was even more puzzled.
"... Klein, can I give you a gift?"
Huh?
What gift?
She couldn't mean... that peacefully lying Amon's body, right?
After a moment, he responded, "Why don't you first tell me what the gift is?"
Alice blinked in confusion, looked at the peacefully lying Amon beside her, and realized she might have chosen the wrong place to pray.
Hmm, she wouldn't do that next time.
Alice seriously reflected on herself.
Theoretically, I still owe you one more chapter, but I probably won't finish it tonight. You guys go to sleep (honest).