Back in the bedroom, Klein, still with the spiritual wall intact, skillfully produced a candle infused with sandalwood and placed it precisely at the center of the desk. Then, following the established ritual, he spiritually lit the candle, sprinkling in essential oils, distilled water, and herbal powders symbolizing good fortune and mystery. He watched the flame oscillate between dim and bright, and inhaled the serene, tranquil fragrance. Taking two steps back, he gazed at the candle and uttered in Giant tongue: "I!" Pausing briefly, he switched to Hermes tongue: "I summon by my name: the Fool of a time unbound, the mysterious sovereign above the mist, the King of Good Fortune, of yellow and black." Instantly, the flickering golden candlelight intertwined with the calm, soothing aroma, forming a shimmering vortex that eagerly absorbed the spiritual currents. When Klein finished reciting the incantation, the vortex stabilized into a round, pale gray disc, no larger than a palm. After glancing at it with no hesitation, Kline reversed his steps and returned to the gray mist. As expected, his own high-backed chair rippled out concentric circles of light, making the strange symbol—composed of parts of "Eyeless Eyes" and parts of "Twisted Lines"—seem especially eerie. He took a deep breath, stabilized his mind through meditation, and reached out toward his destination. Almost simultaneously, he heard the incantation he had just spoken, and saw the surge of spiritual energy blending with rippling light patterns to form a shimmering, ethereal door. Compared to the previous time, this door now fully took shape, adorned with mysterious patterns. At its center, these patterns linked together to form the very symbol that had previously appeared behind the "Fool's" high-backed chair—the same strange symbol composed of parts of "Eyeless Eyes" and parts of "Twisted Lines." Gazing at the wobbling, yet still unopened, ethereal door, Kline focused his spirit and poured forth a strong, determined intent. Without a sound, without a ripple, the ever-unchanging gray mist and the majestic, ancient palace seemed as though tossed into still water, sending out concentric ripples that surged steadily toward the "Gate of Summoning." Suddenly, a heavy, resonant grinding sound erupted, and the ethereal, eerie gate cracked open just a narrow crevice. Through it, one could glimpse an infinitely deep, dark world—countless translucent, formless shadows, and a cascade of radiant, clear beams of light of varying hues, each brimming with boundless knowledge. At that very moment, Caine felt an unimaginable, irresistible suction emanating from within the gate, drawing him effortlessly toward it. Gone! Was there no room for consideration? As this thought surged in his mind, his form already pierced the crevice and vanished into the profound depths beyond. The intense dizziness of his "head" and the near-frenzied cries gradually subsided, and Caine finally regained his sense of self. He saw before him a young man dressed in an old shirt, with black hair and brown eyes, ordinary features. Of medium height, slender yet seemingly brimming with strength, he carried a clear scholarly air without appearing dull. ...Is this not myself? Klein was not unfamiliar with such a scene. Every day, when he looked into the mirror and dressed himself, he encountered something similar. He gave a barely perceptible nod, glanced around with growing understanding, and noticed his white-sheeted bed, the wardrobe displaying a half-high silk hat, a tailcoat, and a black lightweight overcoat, bookshelves filled with volumes, a neatly arranged desk with only one candle remaining, and the soft gray-white glow of the candle flame. And now, he himself floated before that palm-sized circle of gray-white light. So, have I truly summoned myself out here? It felt similar to the effect of a soul leaving the body... yet there was something subtly different. Caine gazed at his own physical form before him, at the vacant, dazed gaze of "himself," and found himself lost in thought. However, he finally settled on one point: only his own soul—what the occult refers to as the spiritual body—was capable of reaching the gray mist, manifesting as a stellar body. That's why he could directly perceive the stellar bodies of "Justice," "The Empress," and "The Sun" above the mist, thereby determining whether they belonged to extraordinary individuals and roughly assessing their sequences. Indeed, his physical body seemed protected—by the power of the ritual—allowing it to remain steady, neither losing balance nor collapsing to the ground. The same must be true for the others. Caine gradually adjusted to the current situation and began to examine the states of both his body and his soul. He drew back his gaze, attempting to drive his own spirit, subtly infused with a touch of mysterious spatial power. Whoo! A slightly cold breeze stirred, swirling and circling within the bedroom, and Klein joyfully savoring the sensation of flight, spiraling in and out. "Within the city, I can now step into the role of a 'messenger'—though I'm still unsure whether I can carry tangible objects with me..." He steadied himself, coming to a halt, floating in midair, and testing other abilities. Reaching out toward a notebook on the bookshelf, his hand passed through it, then returned, finding no grip. "There's a certain viscosity—different from passing through air. Perhaps once I grow stronger, or once I can better harness the powers of that mysterious spatial realm above the gray mist, I'll be able to achieve this..." Klein tried again with a single sheet of paper, but still could not grasp it. After thinking for several seconds, he flew toward the coat rack, extending a translucent, blurry hand into the black overcoat's pocket, touching the "Sleeper Incantation" and the "Soul-Soother Incantation" that had been successfully replenished and restored. These items carried a blend of his own spiritual essence, distinguishing them from ordinary physical matter within the realm of the mysterious. Thus, Klein wanted to test whether he could carry them. His palm passed through again, clearly sensing the presence of the incantations and the fusion of spiritual energies—though his physical strength was still insufficient to lift them. Alternatively, one might say that the spiritual strength of the incantations themselves was not yet strong enough to establish a profound resonance with his current state. "The spiritual strength isn't strong enough…" Klein thought, turning his attention to the other pocket, which contained the "Yang Flame Incantation," forged from the stolen divine blood power infused with his own spiritual essence. A warm sensation swiftly spread throughout his body, making his form more solid and his thoughts clearer. A thin sheet of gold was lifted by him, drawn from his pocket, while in the newly added mirror within the room, the talisman floated outward, drifting as described in countless ghost stories. "I can carry the Yang Flame Talisman and speak with spiritual resonance... Hmm, in this state, I possess a certain level of strength." Kline flew toward the mirror, halted before it, and saw only a thin sheet of gold clearly visible, with the furniture directly opposite and the dimming light caused by the drawn curtains. After pausing for several seconds, he placed the "Yang Flame Talisman" on the bed and returned to stand before the mirror, attempting to see if he could enter through it. The world darkened instantly, and Kline's perspective shifted—he now saw all the scenes previously reflected in the mirror, the blurred outlines of objects within the dim environment, making him feel as though he were hidden in a concealed corner, observing half of the room. Truly, it entered the mirror, yet this was merely an ordinary object, not leading to any mysterious or eerie realm... Kline nodded slightly, then surged forward, returning to the room. The successful carrying of the "Yangyan Seal" gave him great confidence, so he attempted to grasp another item. It was Azk's bronze whistle! As soon as he touched this ancient and refined object, Kline suddenly felt his spiritual essence expanding, growing colder. In an instant, his ethereal eyes transformed into blazing dark flames. "It seems a bit stronger, closer in state to a vengeful spirit, though without that intense resentment..." Kline observed his current condition reflected within his calm spirit. This was the ability of the Clown. "Azk's bronze whistle truly is remarkable," he nodded, realizing now that he could lift sheets of paper with ease. The "Serenity Seal" and others were undoubtedly effective as well. Alas, the ceremonial silver knife could be carried, but the revolver was too heavy to lift. Cain concluded his attempts in this direction and instead began to investigate whether his current state allowed for any spellcasting abilities. After careful experimentation, he determined that the version of himself summoned possessed two types of magical abilities: first, the power to directly shatter a target's soul with an invisible roar, and second, the ability to create a numbing, frozen effect through physical contact. Satisfied, Cain turned his gaze toward the window with the bulging frame, toward the sunlight and streets veiled behind the curtain. "I wonder if, in this current state, I can move about during the day," he murmured, drifting toward the window. Then, Cain gently pulled the curtain aside, creating a narrow opening to allow a portion of sunlight to penetrate through the ethereal wall and enter the bedroom. Under the bright sunlight, Cain observed his ethereal form rising in black vapor, and noticed his strength gradually fading. He quickly released the curtain, allowing it once again to block out the light. "No, that won't work..." Klein pondered, his gaze shifting to the "Yahin Seal" lying on the bed. If the divine blood power of "Eternal Scorching Sun" were bolstering it, would the effect be different? He drifted to the bed, reaching out to grasp the thin golden sheet. Yet as soon as he made contact, the warm, pure sensation clashed with the expanding, cold essence within him—much like water and fire could not coexist. *Plink!* He dropped the golden piece as though scalded. Mr. Azk's copper whistle and the "Yahin Seal" could not coexist within my spiritual body... Klein understood this, placing the whistle carefully and allowing his spiritual essence to contract, extinguishing the black flames in his eye sockets. In this state, both of my elemental magic abilities have weakened. After experimenting, Klein picked up the "Yahin Seal" again, feeling the stability and warmth of his spiritual body restored. He then returned to the window, carefully stepping through the curtain. The sunlight fell upon him, warm and gentle, causing no harm. "Indeed..." Klein smiled sincerely, piercing through the wall of spirituality, and carefully floated outward, intending to conduct further experiments.