A series of elements such as 'weird', 'thrilling', and 'elusive' are the core of the role of the Magician.

Although he used a method similar to a stuck bug to enter the historical pore in advance, and also relied on the particularity of Source Castle to master the ability to summon historical projections, Klein has always insisted on playing it slow and steady.

There is nothing wrong with being careful.

Thanks to his 'blessing', various haunting rumors spread in the places he passed.

The girl in red, the room dripping with blood...

The collection of those supernatural events would fill a book of more than 100 pages.

Further west.

There are fewer people traveling the same way.

Klein had to stop creating strange stories.

Looking at the decayed road sign in front of him, he knew that he had arrived at the Honakis Mountains.

But the destination—‘Honakis Main Peak’—needs to be explored further.

"finally……"

Klein couldn't help but be filled with emotions.

After waking up, he was officially born into this world.

The 'Honakis Mountains' and 'Antigonus' have extraordinary significance to him.

Going round and round.

He finally came.

Looking into the distance.

The continuous mountain peaks look like a magic wolf entrenched on the earth.

Klein thought for a moment and decided to hold his own, set up camp immediately, and wait until dawn tomorrow before heading into the mountain to explore.

After a lot of work, the fire quickly started.

On the outskirts of the Hornakis Mountains, Klein was like the most ordinary forest traveler, setting up a coarse cloth tent, cooking rotten beans, and humming an unknown ditty softly.

The atmosphere is quiet and peaceful.

Apart from the occasional chirping of birds, there was almost no sound nearby.

The red moonlight sprinkled on the ground and also shone on Klein's body.

He did not resist the comfort of nature, and gradually fell into sleep with the flickering firelight.

In a dream.

Everything has become black and white.

Klein returned to the room in Tingen City.

He looks at 'himself' from a third-person perspective.

"Everyone will die, including me..." 'Cline Moretti' muttered to himself as if possessed, his face distorted unnaturally.

He held a short-handled revolver in his hand. After writing this sentence on the paper, he turned the muzzle of the gun upside down and pointed it at his temple, and then looked in a certain direction.

Klein looked at him.

His eyes were extremely calm.

He even tilted his head slightly, as if to indicate, "Please continue."

boom--

There was a gunshot.

Black blood spattered and stained the white wall.

Klein whistled.

He walked to his body and looked at the miserable face.

Shake his head.

He looked at the 'Notes of Antigonus' with a black hard cover.

"Clumsy." Klein commented as he picked up the note and put it down gently.

Accompany his words.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed and turned into a church.

The roof of the church and the surrounding trees were filled with dark crows.

Those crows stared at Klein intently, with a look of resentment unique to humans flashing in their eyes.

Klein whistled, "This makes sense."

He spread his hands and asked, "Are there any more?"

Wow--

The crows screamed and soared into the sky.

Gathering into a black storm.

In the eye of the storm, Klein was eaten up by a group of crows.

However, the next second, he appeared in a deserted town.

The town is full of life, even the soup in the pot is hot.

But the weird thing is.

No one is there.

Klein felt something in his heart.

Stare into the distance.

The outline of the palace is faintly revealed on the top of the mountain covered by mist.

at the same time.

The illusory murmur sounded again, "Honakis... Fregra..."

boom!!!

The dream is broken.

Klein opens his eyes in the real world.

The red moon hangs high.

He wrapped himself in a scarf and sighed softly.

"The unpredictable destiny."

crackle.

The firewood exploded with sparks.

Klein looked at the dancing flames, his eyes gradually becoming empty.

Early the next morning.

Klein had a simple breakfast and began his expedition to the Honakis Mountains.

Look at the mountain and run to death.

This does make sense.

Mountain roads are much more difficult than land roads.

As a last resort, Klein had no choice but to release the skinny horse he bought for three pounds.

God knows how distressed he, a demigod, felt when he had to lose three pounds...

In short, there is no horse.

Klein's speed was actually a bit faster.

period.

He also unexpectedly met many people who went into the mountains to collect medicinal herbs.

We learned from these people that the fog unique to the Honakis Mountains appears with certain rules.

As long as you avoid the fog, the Hornakis Mountains are less dangerous and your survival rate in the mountains is much higher.

Klein thanked him seriously and silently noted the time when the fog appeared.

Finally, on the third day after entering the mountain, I captured the gray-white mist that came from nowhere.

Take a deep breath.

Um……
To be continued...