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Chapter 54: The Scholar Who Fell into the Sea of Knowledge (Page 1/2)

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　　The treasure chest was opened, and Klein saw what seemed to be a set of clothes inside.

　　On the top was a pair of monocles, and Klein picked them up and took a look. They were not the kind of glasses that Europeans often used, with only lenses. The lenses were purple, and the outer edge was surrounded by a silver frame. There was a silver chain hanging down the left side of the lens, and a nose pad on the right side to facilitate its fixation on the face.

　　Klein took it and hesitated whether to put it on. Of course, he was not worried about Amon. He had not played the game with Amon in the God-Forsaken Land, and he had not yet suffered from Amon's PTSD.

　　It was just that the lens of this monocle was broken. Klein felt that wearing it would affect his vision, and he was also afraid that the broken glass would fall into his eyes.

　　The next second, the lens slowly healed and returned to normal.

　　"Oh." Klein sighed and put the glasses on his left eye.

　　A mirror appeared next to him. Klein turned his head and took a look. He smiled, "Oh, so handsome."

　　After putting on the glasses, he felt that he seemed to have become stronger and his mind became clearer. The most important thing was that he felt that the strength he had just consumed was quickly restored, and he felt that his vitality had become more vigorous.

　　"That's great." Klein adjusted his monocle, wondering if he could take it out of his dream.

　　Then he picked up the thing next to the monocle that looked like an exoskeleton for his right hand. It was purple in color and inlaid with purple gems. Only the back of the hand, the fingertips, and the knuckles were completely covered. There was a long strip of silver material connecting the fingertips and knuckles.

　　There were obvious traces of external knocks on it, but it was also restored to its original state in Klein's hand.

　　Klein put on the exoskeleton for his right hand, which fit him very well. He could clearly feel that his strength had increased. He moved it for a while, but there was no effect.

　　He clenched his fist, and purple flames ignited from the exoskeleton. But there was no temperature.

　　"Wow." Klein stretched out his hand and tried to control it. The flame left his hand and formed a flame in the shape of a right hand. He could control him to move quickly and make various gestures. "Cool."

　　Next came a hibiscus purple coat with dark purple stripes running vertically downward. The left pocket was buckled with a thin chain connected to the inside. There was a hole on the left chest, with a faint purple flame burning on it.

　　The hole on the left chest slowly recovered, but the flame on it did not go out. Like a flower.

　　Padding under the coat was a dark grape purple wool vest and a white shirt. Plus a black tie. There was also a hole on the left chest of the vest and shirt, but there was no flame.

　　The holes in the vest and shirt were repaired. With a flash of purple light. Shirts, vests, and coats replaced Klein's original clothes layer by layer. Very fitting.

　　Hehe, even if it's text, I won't show you Klein changing clothes.

　　This set of clothes gave Klein a full sense of security. I don't know how to describe this feeling, it's like the direction of strengthening is completely wrong (crossed out) and it's on defense.

　　But this time Klein didn't feel happy. He covered his palm on this temperatureless flame. Speechless. If the broken glasses and the knock marks on the exoskeleton could be caused by falling, then the hole that penetrated three layers of clothing and was directly opposite the heart was self-evident.

　　Although he was not a saint, it was too much of a stretch for him to laugh immediately after learning that the previous owner of the item he was using might have died.

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A colorful light flashed down from the sky and passed over Klein, and his mood suddenly became relaxed. He looked up and smiled.

　　"This design is quite humanized."

　　His character was still too poor compared to a certain star core spirit. If it was the Galaxy Ballman, he would definitely not care too much about it. At most, he would dislike the repelling part that added all defenses.

　　Klein continued to look down, took it out, and after unfolding it, Klein's face became as ugly as if he had eaten bitter melon.

　　It was a short skirt.

　　Or a miniskirt.

　　A flash of purple light, the short skirt turned into a stream of light covering Klein's legs. Klein was shocked and looked down quickly.

　　Fortunately, the skirt turned into a slim black trousers after it came to Klein's push.

　　But Klein still felt a little weird.

　　So this was originally a set of women's clothing.

　　This pair of pants doesn't seem to have any obvious bonus, only one function. That is, it can be turned back into a miniskirt at any time.

　　Klein curled his lips and looked at the last thing in the box.

　　A pair of high-heeled women's snow boots with obvious scratches. Under Klein's speechless gaze, the heels slowly shortened and the scratches on them slowly healed. Then, without saying anything, they directly replaced Klein's original shoes.

　　Klein felt that his body became very light, and that his speed seemed to have become faster.

　　After putting on a set of clothes, he felt that his spirituality became more active.

　　Subtitles appeared in front of him.

　　[This set of relics is called "Scholars Lost in the Sea of Consciousness" and once belonged to the eighth seat of the Genius Club, a genius named Ram.]

　　"The Genius Club again." Klein thought, "This simulated universe seems to have been invented by a member of the Genius Club. She seems to be the 83rd seat of the Genius Club."

　　[This set of relics contains a small amount of "Gray Seal Gold", which has a strong control over "Phlogiston".]

　　"Phlogiston?" Klein raised his hand and ignited a purple flame, "Is this it?"

　　["Gray Seal Gold" is a rare alloy developed by Klein, the ninth member of the Genius Club, which has the property of capturing and storing phlogiston. ］

　　"Klein? This is the same name as mine. What a coincidence."

　　［This set of relics was jointly developed by the seventh, eighth, and ninth seats of the Genius Club, and their technologies were integrated into it. But in the end, they all died by coincidence. Various coincidences. ］

　　［There is no absolute "coincidence" in this world, let alone this series of "incredible coincidences." ］

　　［When there are too many coincidences in a series, is it still a coincidence? ］

　　This is the last sentence of the subtitle. It made Klein shudder.

　　Coincidence.

　　He remembered that Mr. Azik said that there was something inconsistent in his fate.

　　He glanced at the subtitles. This was another coincidence.

　　He decided to tell the captain when he got back and tell him that he had encountered a lot of coincidences recently. Well, and then he had to go to the church to pray. He also had to say something to Ceres...

　　Darkness attacked from all directions and swallowed Klein.

　　The next second, Klein, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and woke up.

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Klein sat on the bedside, and he felt the extraordinary ability he had mastered. The bonus that the light cone gave him was actually brought out, but it was a pity that the blessing was not brought out.

　　Then he looked down at his clothes. His clothes had turned back to the original black windbreaker. He stretched out his empty left hand and grabbed the air, and a pair of monocles were grabbed out by him.

　　He came to the dressing mirror in the room, mobilized his spirituality, and imagined wearing the suit of the relics. The next second, cloth accompanied by purple phlogiston flames spread out of thin air from his shoulders, knees, elbows and other joints, wrapped around his body and turned into the "Scholar in the Sea of Consciousness" suit. After the relics were formed, the flames gathered on the left chest, looking like a leaping purple flower.

　　Klein put the monocle on his left eye, and his mind moved slightly. A ball of purple phlogiston flames burned up and wrapped Klein's entire head except for the monocle. Outsiders could not see Klein's appearance.

　　Klein touched his face, and his hand passed through the flames easily. The flames burning on his face had no temperature or touch, and they didn't even block his vision.

　　If he hadn't been looking in the mirror, Klein would have even ignored the flames on his head.

　　For some reason, he always felt that something was missing.

　　After thinking for a while, he put away the flames on his head, opened the wooden wardrobe, took something from the shelf and put it on his head. He straightened his collar and turned to look at the mirror.

　　Looking at himself in the mirror, he was wearing a white shirt, purple vest, hibiscus purple jacket, black trousers, purple suede boots, an exoskeleton on his right hand, a monocle on his left eye, and a round half-high silk hat. Klein smiled with satisfaction.

　　Well, that's right.

　　He turned around and thought that it would be better if the back of the coat was longer and turned into a tuxedo. Now he looked a bit like a waiter in a high-end restaurant with gorgeous clothes.

　　As his mind moved, the hem slowly became longer. The coat turned into a tuxedo. Klein raised his eyebrows and came to a conclusion.

　　Sure enough, it was still a problem of temperament, and it had little to do with clothes.

　　However, he felt that it seemed to look better this way, so he kept the clothes in their current state.

　　Then, he let his head be wrapped in the phlogiston flames. He saw himself in the mirror, who looked like a movie he had seen before, Ghost Rider. It was a pity that the head was not a skull, otherwise it would be more similar.

　　Klein reached out and touched his pockets. The things that were originally in the windbreaker pockets were gone. He pulled the collar open a little more [Mosaic], and the original clothes disappeared completely, not covered.

　　He tried to reach forward, and the armpit holster with the revolver appeared in his hand, but when Klein wanted to make it disappear again, he couldn't do it.

　　It's a pity, Klein thought he had obtained the space magic weapon commonly seen in novels.

　　He imagined putting away the relic and mobilizing his spirituality at the same time.

　　The phlogiston flames on his chest instantly spread to his whole body. Including the monocle and the exoskeleton, all the clothes on his body, except for the top hat on his head, were burned into ashes bit by bit in the flames like burning paper. But Klein's skin was not exposed, but Klein's original clothes were exposed.

　　The ashes were blown away by the wind and dissolved in the air. No trace was left behind.

　　Wow, this transformation and untransformation method is very cool. As the saying goes, a man is a young man until he dies. Klein tried it several times, admiring his gorgeous transformation in front of the mirror again and again.

　　Finally, Klein untransformed and sat on the edge of the bed, excited like a child.

　　He opened the curtains and the sunlight shone in. He smiled and took out the things in his windbreaker pocket, intending to organize them properly.

　　Pistol, bullets, talismans, Eye of Thunder...

　　Chapter 55: The Disappearing Bullet. (Page 2/2)

Klein's hand suddenly paused.

　　Where's the blue bullet?

　　Klein searched all his pockets up and down, and then rummaged through the bed.

　　Where's the blue bullet?

　　Klein sat down at the table, took out a pen and paper, and wrote on it.

　　"The whereabouts of my blue bullet." He didn't know the name of the blue bullet, but it didn't matter, as long as he could have a definite direction.

　　He closed his eyes, used meditation to let himself enter the dream, and did a dream divination.

　　His consciousness sank, and a picture appeared in front of him.

　　In the empty field, he aimed his pistol at the immobile pawn in front of him that was bound by ice and golden chains.

　　The bullet was fired.

　　Klein ended the dream divination and felt incredible about his divination results.

　　He walked four steps backwards and came to the gray fog. He tried divination again.

　　The conclusion he came to was exactly the same as before.

　　He shot it himself.

　　After that, he couldn't divination where the bullet went. Maybe there wasn't enough information, or maybe the bullet involved a higher-level existence that made it impossible for him to divine.

　　Klein was more inclined to the latter. He felt that if he hadn't seen the bullet shot out of the gun with his own eyes, he wouldn't even be able to divine this moment.

　　Klein left the gray fog and returned to reality, and was silent for a moment.

　　He opened the drawer, and inside was the phone that Serris had given him. There were only four apps in it, a browser that couldn't connect to the Internet, a game called "Honkai Impact 3, Star Barrel Railway", a chat app similar to WeChat, and a dial-up app.

　　Klein clicked on the dial-up app and clicked on the only contact in it.

　　...

　　Tavern, Serris' room.

　　Serres picked up the ringing phone and looked at the note displayed on it: "Black cat and cat bug wearing a top hat."

　　He clicked to answer the call and asked without waiting for the other party to speak: "Is the bullet missing?"

　　There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment: "So, why does it disappear in reality after it is fired in a dream?"

　　"Because that is [Patrol]." Serres explained, "The bullet called "Reverse Time Strike" will eventually cross time and distance, cross falsehood and reality, and nail its prey to fate no matter when and where it is fired. "

　　Klein asked uncertainly: "So, when will it appear in the end?"

　　"I don't know."

　　"I don't know?"

　　"Yes, I don't know. It depends on when you have enough hatred. If one day, you hate yourself deeply, maybe it will hit you right in the middle of your eyebrows." Serres added with a smile.

　　"Hiss." Klein took a breath, "Don't set such a flag! Um, you may not know what a flag is..."

　　"No, I know very well. But I just want to see if this flag will succeed. "

　　There was no reply from the other end of the phone for a long time. Serris smiled and said, "Anything else? If not, I'll hang up."

　　"Goodbye... hang up quickly." Klein was a little speechless and a little bit sinister came from the other end of the phone.

　　"Bye." Serris hung up the phone.

　　PS: The scene of Klein's transformation is very detailed in my mind. But I just can't write it. The idea was very cool, but I didn't feel that way at all when I saw it...

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Backlund, Masked Fool Tavern.

　　Recently, two special guests came to the tavern, a Miss Wrathful Soul and a Mr. Zombie.

　　They came to this tavern under the interesting gaze of the masked Amon, who was the bartender. And they booked a room for a long time.

　　According to them, they were rescued by a gentleman when they were being chased before, and they planned to hide here when they heard that this was his property.

　　They felt that Mr. Amon, the bartender, was a very good person, civilized, polite, humble and polite. He was really a very good gentleman.

　　More than two weeks passed, and nothing particularly important happened during this period.

　　Klein would enter the simulated universe in his dream every Tuesday night, a total of three times. He had seen many bizarre things. He had seen the down-and-out bounty hunters and the merchants who sold products to him. He also knew that the thing that he had fought against was called the Void Soldier Predator.

　　This also gave him many different views on this universe, and also gave him a certain amount of understanding of the so-called destiny and star gods.

　　There was even one time when he was thrown into a planet full of bugs. Bugs bigger than humans filled the sky and the ground.

　　But he was kicked out the next second after he entered. It was said that the reason was that his level was too low.

　　He thought so too. The dense swarm of bugs made him feel that he had to become a demigod at least before he could challenge it.

　　In these three simulated universes, he did not encounter the virtual soldiers again, nor did he encounter the sturdy ancient style female knight again. The last level of each time became a fight with ordinary people wearing armor. It was said that it was called "Fighting the most basic employees of the Interstellar Peace Company (50%)."

　　Klein didn't know what this 50% meant, but he felt that they were much easier to fight than the virtual soldiers he had fought before. They didn't have any special abilities, and their reaction speed was average. After failing ten times or so, he could always beat them.

　　I don't know if the difficulty of the opponent was lowered, so he didn't get the relics. Instead, he strengthened the relics he already had after each fight.

　　Now these relics feel more and more secure to wear, which makes him feel very relieved.

　　During this period, the Tarot Club was held three more times. Justice and the Hanged Man did not have new diaries. The Devil's diary was provided every time, but it was basically Roselle's pornographic book. Occasionally, there were one or two diaries of the original Masked Fool, but they were all meaningless daily life.

　　The past two weeks have been very dull. The most interesting thing may be that Klein was startled by Xing playing with Roshan on his mobile phone when he returned to the security company. There are really a lot of things that shocked him recently.

　　Audrey met two extraordinary people, No-head and Unhappy. She mixed into their extraordinary circle and observed secretly.

　　Alger followed his childhood sweetheart Qi Lingos to the land, hoping to find an opportunity to kill him to cover up something. Klein didn't know what it was. However, Ceres asked Alger at the meeting whether it was his dark history of selling hooks to Qi Lingos.

　　Trash Cake occasionally went to play with Susie, and their relationship became better and better, but when Susie wanted to change Trash Cake's name, she was rejected. Trash Cake liked her name very much.

Chapter 56: Stiadou: Is the Prime Minister here? (Page 2/2)

...

　　Today, Serres suddenly received a message, a message from another universe.

　　This made him sweat profusely. It was not because of the message. After all, Xi Pei was summoned by him, and he didn't believe that star gods such as Aha and Fuli didn't follow. Since

　　Aha has come, Serres would not be surprised if he connected to the network of another planet, let alone the network of other worlds. What

　　made him a little uneasy was the content of the message. It was a sentence and a video.

　　Big Snake Ruan (Note): "I'll help you?"

　　Big Snake Ruan (Note): A video (30 seconds), click to view.

　　Serres suddenly felt a little sweaty. Damn, who is plotting to murder me.

　　Serres only took a second to guess who was harming him.

　　"Aha, you bastard, I'll fuck you."

　　It is said that the four geniuses who made the simulated universe have already made a device that can come here. Ceres doesn't believe that a device that can cross the world can be made without the help of a star god who does not want to reveal his name.

　　However, due to limited resources, they plan to let the intelligent machine screw Gumu come to explore the way. After all, he has many bodies.

　　In fact, they can also let the puppets of the black tower come, but they all agree that it is indeed the character of screw Gumu that is more suitable for communicating with people.

　　The arrival of screw Gumu must mean another huge leap in machinery.

　　[It's broken, I can't tell whether Stiano is a perfect person or a wheel of fate. ]

　　...

　　Outside Backlund, a portal full of mechanical sense quietly appeared.

　　A gentleman in a tuxedo walked out of the door. His clothes are not gorgeous, but there is always an indescribable nobleness when he wears it.

　　Surprisingly, the gentleman under the tuxedo is actually a robot. Of course, it needs to be called an intelligent machine here. After all, on Screw Star, calling an intelligent machine a robot is quite disrespectful.

　　As soon as the gentleman stepped out of the portal, more than a dozen big men jumped out of the bushes and surrounded him.

　　The leader was an expressionless young man, and the one behind was a middle-aged man, with muscles that could not be concealed under the white bishop's robe.

　　The young man bowed deeply to the gentleman: "Welcome, Your Majesty."

　　Amid the fanatical gazes of the clergy around him, the gentleman's elegant, gentle and calm words echoed in the ears of everyone present. The strange object called the synesthesia beacon translated the meaning of the words for everyone.

　　"Assuming that thoughts always precede language, no words can define this joy."

　　The gentleman put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to return the greeting to the young man.

　　"My name is Screw Gumm, nice to meet you. Friends from another universe."

　　Chapter 57: Fighting (Page 1/2)

Screw-Gum stood up. His mechanical face showed no expression, but his tone was still calm and gentle.

　　"Sorry, please forgive me for coming here uninvited. I hope it won't cause any trouble to you."

　　"Of course not, Your Majesty. Your arrival makes this place glorious." Bonois used the idiom invented by his father.

　　"No need to be so respectful. Just use you. Knowledge is not divided into high and low. We praise the equality of thought." Screw-Gum did not show any arrogance as a genius or majesty as a king. The

　　arrival of Screw-Gum did not make anyone feel uncomfortable, but everyone's spiritual intuition clearly told them that the danger level of this intelligent gentleman was definitely beyond their imagination.

　　Bonova stepped aside to let the carriage behind him go: "Mr. Screw-Gum, it is not convenient to entertain guests here. Please... move to the church."

　　A palm-sized box appeared in Screw-Gum's hand. He handed the box to Archbishop Horamick who was standing beside him: "This is a small gift for you. Please don't despise it."

　　After saying that, he did not make any comments on the carriage as a means of transportation, and walked up with ease. It was as if he usually took a carriage when traveling in his hometown. His behavior gave everyone enough face.

　　Bonova followed him and got on the carriage, facing Screw-Gum, while the others stayed where they were.

　　Horamick and others maintained a respectful attitude until the carriage was completely invisible.

　　After the carriage was completely invisible, everyone surrounded Horamick and urged him to open the box quickly to have a look. The real gift for the church would definitely be given to Bonova. Since Screw-Gum handed the gift to Horamick, who was in the second place, it meant that the gift was not important.

　　Opening the gift box, there were several emerald green translucent butterflies inside. If you look closely, you can see the mechanical texture on them.

　　This is nothing. Alchemists of the craftsman path can also do this.

　　Everyone looked at each other and felt a little disappointed.

　　Until one person identified them, and then a sharp explosion sounded.

　　"This is a brand new life created by simply using inanimate matter without the intervention of extraordinary abilities!"

　　Everyone was immediately excited.

　　Horamick quickly closed the lid and turned around to kick a clergyman who was sneaking over from behind to grab the box.

　　"Mine! All mine!" Horamick roared angrily.

　　While he protected the box in his arms, he fought with the clergymen who rushed over from all around.

　　"You bunch of bastards, if you break them, I will pull out your water pipes and sew them into your exhaust pipes!"

　　Everyone tacitly did not use extraordinary items, and simply robbed them with their bodies. Because they knew very well that if these butterflies were broken, Archbishop Horamick might really do what he said.

　　Unfortunately, Horamick is just a weak, pitiful and helpless Beyonder of the Universal Path. Each of his sequences is basically focused on intelligence. He was knocked to the ground by a clergyman of the Secret Voyeur Path.

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In this church that worships machinery and wisdom, the Scroll Professor never felt that the Combat Scholar potion he took when he was at Sequence 8 was so useful.

　　The Scroll Professor roared and snatched the box from Horamick.

　　"No! Don't touch it!" Horamick was pressed to the ground by two combat scholars, struggling and wailing.

　　"Please! Give them back to me! I will do anything."

　　The Scroll Professor looked at Horamick mercilessly, and the Beyonders of the Secret Peer Path gathered around him to prevent the box from being snatched by the shameless Commoners.

　　He held the box high.

　　A new champion was born!

　　The Secret Peers tore their shirts into pieces and threw them into the air: "Yeah! We are the champions!"

　　In the bushes not far away, two Sequence 5 Mystic Instructors looked at each other. They were members of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom, lying in ambush in Backlund as undercover.

　　A few days ago, they received an order from their superiors to snatch an item from the Church of Steam and Machinery.

　　They quietly prepared the secret technique, and Horamick, who was pinned to the ground, suddenly turned his head and looked at them.

　　"There are outsiders who want to steal our treasure!" He roared, and several gun barrels popped out from nowhere, and suddenly fired at the bushes over there.

　　Hearing Horamick's words, everyone quickly reached a consensus and formed a united front of "peeping" to face the outside world.

　　......

　　Bonova and Screw Gumm were speechless in the carriage, and no one spoke.

　　Bonova didn't know what to say, and Screw Gumm thought that not speaking in the carriage might be the custom of this planet.

　　Streams of information flashed in Screw Gumm's eyes, and the world was quickly analyzed in Screw Gumm's eyes.

　　Finally, Screw Gumm focused his attention on Bonova, on that gentle and calm smile, and on those eyes that were calm and like a pool of stagnant water.

　　PS: Hehehe, Screw Gum's leg ring... hiss hiss...

　　someone said in my comment section that a genius cannot beat a true god... well... how should I put it, Chadwick, the 79th seat of the Genius Club, invented an imaginary collapse pulse that destroyed 24 planets at once during the trial. And he only fired one shot.

　　This is just an example. It is clear that the invention of the genius of Bengtie is not comparable to that of the true god of Weirdness. It is also to plug the evaluation that "a fool can enter the historical gap and solo the Order Envoy, because the Order Envoy cannot hit the historical fog." The

　　so-called historical gap can be easily solved with a parchment scroll that never stops talking.

　　When the levels are similar and there is enough time, the power of an individual is absolutely unable to compete with the development of technology. It's a pity that the god of steam and machinery, who symbolizes technology on the side of Weirdness... It's hard to describe.

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