The netizens were arguing noisily. Some believed Dwayne's live broadcast was real, while others thought it was special effects. A few firmly insisted that Dwayne was a fraud.
However, none of the comments in the chat seemed to affect Lynn and Klein's conversation.
"Dwayne, Dwayne, I've wrapped things up on my end. Do you need help over there?"
Inside the abandoned hospital, Klein, who was multitasking by controlling several Marionettes, including one accompanying his family, heard his partner's cheerful voice over the phone. His mood was also lifted a bit.
Klein knew well what Lynn and the Angel of Secrets had been busy with lately, and the phone call clearly meant the plan had succeeded.
'Great! This means my parents will be...' Klein couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement inside. However, thanks to the Clown's abilities, his expression remained calm as he smiled and said, "If Miller wants to come over, I certainly don't mind."
While saying this, Klein also realized that his partner had probably finished his business and now wanted to join in on the live broadcast, helping to complete their goals.
Naturally, Mr. Fool had no reason to reject such a convenient offer.
"Move over a bit, I'll open a portal and come right over..."
Once again, the cheerful voice of his partner came through the phone. Klein, understanding the cue, stepped aside. Immediately, a space portal appeared where he had just been standing, and Lynn hopped through.
"Hey, still broadcasting? Hello there, friends of the livestream! I'm Miller, Dwayne's partner!" Lynn greeted enthusiastically, waving at the livestream camera.
At that moment, the chat erupted once more.
"Whoa, a portal?"
"That's got to be special effects, right? There's no way a space portal exists."
"Special effects, my ass! This is a live stream, and you're telling me these effects are that realistic?"
"Who knows, maybe they do have that kind of tech."
"If they had that tech, why wouldn't they just make movies instead of doing live streams?"
"Am I the only one who thinks Miller is really good-looking? From now on, he's my new husband!"
"How wasted are the people in this chat?"
The chat continued its heated arguments, shifting from whether the portal was real or fake, to whether Dawn was a fraud, to Miller's good looks and whether he was using some kind of beauty filter.
As for Lynn and Klein, they obviously paid no attention to the chat's arguments. Lynn simply scanned the surroundings, noticing something. Stroking his chin, he said, "An evil spirit?"
"Likely the Wraith of a Beyonder from the Death Pathway that was left behind after they died. It's been bound to the hospital..." Klein nodded. This time, the abandoned hospital wasn't a stage for him to perform, but a location where he had indeed detected the presence of a Wraith and came to resolve the issue.
"Well then, let's go deal with it," Lynn said with a playful grin. He glanced at Klein and added suddenly, "By the way, you haven't drunk any blood in a while, have you? Even for a Duke, long periods without feeding can cause weakness. Need me to lend you some?"
Klein blinked, understanding that Lynn was teasing by playing into the persona of Roselle's times Dwayne. He smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern, dear Miller, but I think you might need the blood more than I do."
Lynn chuckled in response, showing two sharp little fangs. Under the dim lights, his pale face looked even more striking and inhuman.
The chat exploded again.
...
"Vampire Duke Dawn, Blood Hunter Miller, Demon Angel Merlin, Slender Ghost Gherman... Why are all your aliases these days Western-styled? Does our own culture have no place?"
Inside a typical Chinese restaurant's private room, Roselle flipped through the recording of the bizarre live broadcast while complaining.
Seated around the round table were the members of this Modern Era tour group.
At this moment, it had been almost three months since the group first arrived in the Modern Era. Over those months, the strange live broadcast had gained quite a bit of fame. Roselle and the others had also enjoyed their last period of peaceful time with family and friends. Now, with the moment of their final awakening approaching, the group had once again gathered.
"Well, the abilities of a Mystical Re-enactment do seem more aligned with Western mysticism. Eastern supernatural beings, like paper figures or River Gods, just don't feel like they fit," Lynn explained confidently, nudging Klein with his elbow. "Besides, it turns out this path wasn't wrong to follow, right?"
Called out, Klein chuckled helplessly, though he remained in good spirits.
After all, thanks to these three months of effort, with the help of countless netizens, his Bizarro Sorcerer potion had indeed been fully digested.
Klein knew that once he returned to the Fifth Epoch, he could immediately ascend to the rank of Scholar of Yore. The ritual required the Beyonder to be detached from reality for at least 300 years. Klein had slept in Sefirah Castle for far more than 3,000 years.
Though he had lived briefly after waking up, this short time wouldn't affect the Scholar of Yore ritual.
"Given your situation, you'll probably digest the Scholar of Yore potion quickly too," the Evernight Goddess, who had been quietly ordering food, smiled and commented. Her gaze toward Klein was like someone admiring a flourishing cabbage. "It might even digest as soon as you take it."
"Hiss, that's true! Not only do you have Mr. Door as a teacher, but you're also a being from the Modern Era. You have a natural advantage in digesting the potion. It really might dissolve instantly." Roselle playfully gasped in mock shock. "Scary, truly scary..."
Roselle couldn't help recalling his own difficult journey at Sequence 3. As a former overpowered transmigrator, Roselle's progress had indeed been smoother than most, but even so, it took him a long time to digest his Sequence 3 potion. And that didn't even account for the time spent on lower Sequences.
Looking at Klein now, the comparison was almost terrifying.
"No wonder Lynn chose you as the Lord of Mysteries. One's a game exploit, the other's a game exploiter. You two really are a perfect match," Roselle teased.
Klein coughed awkwardly, a bit embarrassed by the praise but unable to refute it.
After all, whether it was in the history manipulated by Lynn or the destiny without Lynn, his journey to ascension had indeed been absurdly smooth. Three years to ascend to godhood and becoming a Great Old One on the same day—Amon wouldn't even dare dream of something like that!
(End of Chapter)