Chapter 127 Where is home? Where is the soul?

"I am an ordinary person, because... I don't know the reason. I just remember waking up here and becoming Klein Moretti."

“So, Klein didn’t get away with it…” Melissa rubbed her eyes.

Should I be sad? Yes.

But the enemy is dead, and his extraordinary characteristics are all on the table.

So, what should be done?
"I'm sorry, I used his identity, and then... the Nighthawks came to investigate, and I..."

"No need to say more, let's forget about the rest." Melissa waved her hand and asked Zhou Mingrui to stop.

"By the way, have you ever thought about going home?" Melissa seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a bit too awkward, so she casually chatted about a topic.

go home…

Zhou Mingrui's face was bitter. He also wanted to go home.

Traveling through time for no reason... Coming to this world without any warning, everything he had was shattered by the sudden "travel through time".

Some people think that time travel is wonderful. Zhou Mingrui also talked a lot about the invincibility of "time travel" in a forum, and that he could travel through time and space with one hand.

There are three million immortals in the sky, and they all bow their heads when they see me.

However, when he really came to this world and traveled through time, Zhou Mingrui realized how cruel the big mouth of "reality" was.

He does not have the aura of a protagonist who is out of control and contaminated by magic potions. The acquisition of extraordinary power is a road to heaven built with bloody corpses. You need to step on the bones, blood, and tears of countless people to reach the top...

There are no mobile phones, no games, no takeout, no... Ordinary people living in modern society travel through time and space to this world where the Steam Revolution, the Great Ying Empire, the Age of Chaos (prelude to World War I) and magic potions are combined in an extraordinary way...

Zhou Mingrui uttered rude Chinese words like "Fuck!" in his mind more than once.

It's like you traveled through Terra, thinking it was the Beast Eared Girl and the Doctor, but turned out to be Holy and Loyal Terra!
"I want to, but I can't find my way home."

"Is that so... Your home must be very far away?"

Far away? Perhaps a universe away.

"If I win in the end, I will ask Boshizun for you." Melissa looked at Zhou Mingrui's surprised eyes and said calmly: "I have not forgiven you for what you did in his identity... I just don't want to see a child homeless."

"Child... maybe." Compared to Melissa's maturity, Zhou Mingrui understood that he was indeed an immature "child".

"what your name?"

"My name..." Zhou Mingrui thought for a moment and said slowly: "My name is... Sherlock Moriarty."

"That's not your name." Melissa could "see" that Zhou Mingrui was obviously lying.

"Yes, but that's my name in this world."

After thinking for a moment, Melissa nodded.

It's a reasonable name I gave myself after becoming homeless.

"So Sherlock Moriarty, what are you going to do next?"

"...I want to help you win the Stigmata War."

"..."

"Consider this the price I pay for borrowing Klein Moretti's identity."

"it is good."

After the two chatted, Zhou Mingrui returned to his personal room on the second floor.

He reached out and pushed open the door, and the inside was exactly the same as when he left.

"Melissa didn't enter..." Suppressing his inner emotions, Zhou Mingrui began to simply arrange the spiritual wall.

"The great ruler of a foreign land..."

"Looking down at the destruction of everything..."

"The embodiment of cosmic entropy..."

Just like their first meeting, Zhou Mingrui once again saw Medea sitting on the black iron throne.

"Old fellow, can you help me?"

"???" A black question mark seemed to appear in Mediah's mind. What's going on with you?
I haven't been watching for a while. What the hell are you doing, Klein?

"Here's the thing..." Zhou Mingrui cleared his throat lightly and said slowly: "I have a friend who participated in the Stigmata War. Can she help me open a back door?" A fair and just Stigmata War?
Wrong, in Zhou Mingrui's opinion, the Stigmata War is incomplete without the dark side.

Just like the West cannot lose Jerusalem, the Holy Grail War cannot be without shady dealings. No, the Stigmata War cannot be without shady dealings!
"I can help you, but, fellow, I am not the only [organizer] of the Stigmata War now."

"More than one? A hidden sage?"

Medea shook her head and slowly described the situation as the third traverser, the Vortex of Destruction.

"Have you ever watched a singing talent show?"

"I've watched a little variety show, but they were just short videos."

“Explain it this way.

I am the project planner and organizer, and the Hidden Sage is the investor. The project He invested in me is officially underway in Tingen City.

Then, the gods were the second round investors and participated in the project as mentors.”

After this explanation, Zhou Mingrui understood it instantly.

Medea and the Hidden Sage jointly created the [Stigmata War] ritual, Adam and others supported this ritual... All the gods were participants.

The seven stigma holders are equivalent to seven contestants, and the turning on and off of the mentor's lights determines everything.

In other words... the complexity of Tingen City is just the tip of the iceberg.

"Gods..." For a moment, Zhou Mingrui felt extremely troubled.

What the wild Beyonders saw was that the number of Beyonders in Tingen City was gradually increasing, and the frequency of Beyonder events was rising...

Captain Dunn, Lord Cecima, and other extraordinary people from the Orthodox Church saw that the number and quality of the cultists in Tingen City had increased significantly...

Those who possessed the stigmata saw Tingen as a stage where they performed for the gods...

The city of Tingen is completely different in the eyes of different people.

"Melissa didn't tell me..." Zhou Mingrui thought to himself and understood that Melissa didn't want him to be involved any further.

"Regarding opening the backdoor, although I cannot openly help you, I can tell you that several gods have already come out to support you."

"The ones who have been clearly punished now are the Goddess of Night, the Angel of Time, the Angel of Imagination, the God of Immortality, the True Creator... five extraordinary beings of high status."

Zhou Mingrui was naturally aware that any one of them who could be recognized by Medea must have the strength to participate, which means that in a sense they could all be considered substitutes sent by God.

"I understand."

"Well, fellow countrymen, is there anything else you want to ask?"

After a long silence, Zhou Mingrui finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"How should I get home?"

"Why?" Medea reached out and knocked on the Black Iron Throne, asking doubtfully, "Why do you want to go home?"

"I do not know either."

"I miss home and long to go back home. I really don't need a reason."

"I'm sorry, but the truth of this matter can only be known by those who have reached the level of a High-Sequence Beyonder."

After considering the opinions of Adam and the Goddess of Night, whom she had "met" several times before, Medea chose to "remain silent".

"Huh." After letting out a long breath, Zhou Mingrui took a long time to adjust his emotions.

"My fellow countrymen, if we can't go home, will you become Roselle?"

Before Klein was about to leave, Medea asked a question she was curious about.

Become Roselle...see the world as a game.

Zhou Mingrui shook his head.

“I don’t know the answer to that.”

"If you have any questions, you can call me."

"Thank you."

　Klein selected an answer

　　
　
(End of this chapter)