Chapter 1105: Approaching_2

Due to the various ominous omens that occurred last night, it understandably sparked significant panic.

Thus, the current situation in Tingen City has naturally become chaotic.

Many people were frightened, doomsday theories are rampant, and early this morning, people began hoarding supplies, leading to several conflicts over food and medicine. Public carriages have temporarily stopped running because of this, and Klein couldn’t catch a ride on his way to work, forcing him to walk all the way, helping officers handle some incidents along the way.

Places like phone booths are similarly overcrowded, stuffed full inside and outside, with the previously daunting high cost now no longer a barrier. After all, this is the fastest communication method ordinary people can use.

Some are reporting safety, some are confirming the situation of their relatives, and some are trying to use contacts to gather information…

It was a bustling scene, crowded with people, even those who could not afford phone calls were desperately squeezing in, hoping to hear some useful information from those making the calls.

Klein also made great efforts to blend in, using the phone booth at the street corner and the crowded queue to camouflage himself, pretending to be one of the anxious individuals waiting to make a call. He used this strategy to evade the alert gaze of a woman with long brown hair and a cold demeanor, with an inexplicable sense of tension in his heart.

For he recognized her; it was just last night when a mysterious reaction took place in one of the surreal stars above the mist, and Klein originally thought it was another opportunity for a new member to join.

However, when he prepared to send an invitation, he unexpectedly discovered a terrifying conspiracy.

Klein saw with his own eyes that the woman was in painful struggle, seemingly fighting against non-existent cryptic whispers, nearly losing control. At the critical moment, he wished to pull her onto the mist to see if he could help her through the ordeal… but the woman suddenly became calm, no longer suffering, without fear, and the signs of losing control ceased.

Only calmness remained, indifference.

She seemed to have received some kind of supernatural insight from the cryptic whispers—

Like a believer receiving divine revelation.

The next moment, the woman acted coldly, waved her hand with an incredible power, and tore a “rift” before disappearing into thin air…

Yet Klein watched everything from start to finish, viewing the “broadcast”. Perhaps due to the stable connection with the mist, or perhaps because of the special elevated position of the mist, or due to some other unknown reason, Klein even sensed the ethereal murmurs, extracting key information from the intermittent whispers.

“… Open the portal…”

“… Welcoming… descent…”

Suspected whispers of Evil God and Demon controlled the believer to plot some horrific conspiracy. These intermittent messages were truly terrifying.

Klein suddenly associated too many things, the downside of being a Transmigrator in the information age was having an overly rich imagination, keeping him awake all night with a worried mind. Some things are better unknown, but once known, they become burdens, and those with a conscience will inexplicably place unnecessary responsibilities on themselves.

Klein was just such a person, knowing that a terrible disaster might be about to unfold during his time of utmost powerlessness, was a very agonizing situation.

Despite being perceived as the unfathomable “Fool” in the Tarot Association, mistaken for a resurrected secretive being, possessing a terrifying level equivalent to a Divine Spirit; in reality, this would not change the fact that he is just a weak Sequence 9 in reality, the lowest tier in the world of the Extraordinary.

Unable to do anything, unable to achieve anything.

He also considered reporting it, but couldn’t explain how he knew about it, and even anonymously, he might inevitably implicate himself… furthermore, he was unsure if this disaster would certainly happen, when it would happen, or where it would occur, making it hard to take action.

Fortunately, his moral agonies did not last very long—

Right on his way to work, Klein startlingly saw the woman’s figure…

She had actually appeared directly in Tingen! What does this mean!

His limbs turned feeble, Klein’s mind went blank, he worked hard to blend in with the crowd, acting as though he hadn’t noticed anything, yet still feeling as if on pins and needles. Only after a long while did he dare to slightly turn back nonchalantly towards his previous direction and found that the figure had already vanished.

Only then did he feel his tense nerves relax, realizing his back was completely drenched in cold sweat.

It is impossible to describe the immense pressure Klein just felt, especially since he had preconceived notions of the opposing Miss Xianyu as a High Sequence powerhouse. During the “broadcast” on the mist, he didn’t have time to understand Miss Xianyu’s condition, only witnessing her effortlessly tear through space and traverse the Spirit Realm, which clearly is not something a Low-Sequence Extraordinary could do.

And just by taking another look, the other party seemed to perceive something, her expression coldly scanning around—