In the hall housing Roscel's diary, two members of the "Heart of Mechanism" team suddenly heard a soft clicking sound. They turned their heads simultaneously toward the display case, where the seal formed like a set of interlocking building blocks. Within the scaled-down model of the museum's ground floor, a gray dot was steadily pulsing. "There's an inanimate object in the most recently used restroom," one of the team members stated clearly. The other member slightly relaxed but furrowed his brow, offering a tentative suggestion: "Perhaps leaves blown in by the wind?" "That's possible," the first speaker nodded. "Let's send a security staff member to check it out and verify the situation. The captain instructed us to stay here, not to leave at all—especially not to leave alone." If the situation became absolutely urgent, they could evacuate together with Roscel's notes. "Agreed," his companion replied without hesitation. ...In the office area on the second floor, Caine floated like a spectral ghost, passing from wall to wall, drifting upward toward the restored study's ceiling. Yet he didn't move too swiftly, constantly sensing the flame below and calculating the distance. When the straight-line distance between the two points approached thirty meters, he raised his ethereal, translucent right hand and silently tapped his finger. At that moment, in the restroom on the first floor, the box of matches suddenly exploded with a moderate roar. A surge of crimson flame then leapt up, igniting the paper towels, the potted plants, and the wooden-framed isolation door. Though the blaze did not spread widely, its impact was remarkably vivid and dramatic. Security personnel stationed nearby immediately rushed toward the spot upon hearing the sound, while two members of the "Heart of Mechanism" team monitoring the entire first floor simultaneously noticed the flames within the model. Instinctively, they prepared to head there—not only to attempt extinguishing the fire but also to apprehend the source of the disturbance. However, just as they took a few steps, they paused, remembering their captain's instruction: no matter what happened, they must not leave this exhibition hall, must not leave the Roselle Notes. They exchanged a glance, remained alert, and carefully scanned the two entrances of the hall, silently drawing forth their unique, exceptional weapons. ——As exceptional beings of the Church of the Gods of Steam and Mechanism, they were never short of equipment. ………… Meanwhile, Max Levimoor, who had been carrying a lantern and walking systematically through the various exhibition halls, sensed the disturbance and immediately headed toward the hall housing the Roselle Notes. Safety of the items takes priority over capturing the intruder! And Max believes that no matter the intruder's intentions, once they enter any one floor of this house affected by the seal and move through the various exhibition halls, they'll find it extremely difficult to leave. Should no reinforcements arrive from outside, the intruder might even be trapped and perish here. Even with reinforcements, it would take considerable time to counteract the seal's effects. "Once inside, they're the prey of the trap!" Max Levitt rushed swiftly through one hall after another, finally spotting the outlines of his two companions. At that moment, in the second floor of the museum, Klein, relying on the layout he remembered, had passed through doors and walls to reach the position directly above the restored study. He didn't immediately launch his next move—he simply took a moment to gaze down at the scene below. Since the stone slab was relatively thick, Caine couldn't clearly discern whether there was an aura or emotional hue beneath it. He simply opened his arms and slowly fell forward, silently landing on the ground. His ethereal, translucent form quickly blurred and merged into the floor. He was preventing the possibility that a powerful and extraordinary being might use a remarkable means to rewind the scene here, thus deliberately appearing unaware of which bookmark held the anomaly—making it impossible for investigators to doubt that only one bookmark had been touched by the "Justice" lady. The ethereal being, empowered by Azk's copper whistle, moved with a slightly sluggish grace through the glass dome, firmly grasping the two bookmarks and then enveloping them within its form. With this accomplished,克莱恩's inner calm settled, and the clear sense of unease and tension vanished. He extended his hands once more, reaching for other bookmarks. Wah! Wah! Wah! Suddenly, sharp and piercing cries of a newborn infant echoed throughout the exhibition hall—so ethereal, as though coming from a distant, distant place. 克莱恩's body instantly stiffened, as if a lake had been exposed to sub-zero temperatures, visibly freezing. Even his ethereal form seemed to be frozen in place! Wah! Wah! Wah! With one wave after another of infant cries came a series of fine black crevices, encircling Caine like an incomplete iron fence. In an instant, one of these black crevices split open, revealing an eye streaked with blood vessels, its center a deep, dark pupil where tiny white insects, no larger than strands of hair, continuously crawled and wriggled. One, two, three—successively, the black crevices opened, and one after another, strange, eye-like forms rose into the air, densely packed and coldly, unfeeling, gazing upon Caine. As they appeared, everything around them froze, even the ethereal beings unable to penetrate the stillness. Caine could scarcely sense the presence of the spirit realm, could not see the various translucent figures stretching infinitely upward, nor the clear, luminous radiance of different colors, each brimming with knowledge. "Why have you only taken bookmarks?" a soft, yet emotionally neutral female voice reached Caine's ears. He stood motionless, noticing only a towering bookshelf divided into two levels, nearly touching the ceiling, with staircases and passageways winding around stacks of books. At the very top of the staircase, a figure was seated, partially obscured by darkness. Her black leather boots hung down, resting against the wooden stairs, suspended mid-air. He had completely failed to notice her presence... Was this a true master of the "Mechanical Heart"? Or perhaps a high-tier powerhouse? The thought flashed through him, and克莱恩 said nothing, merely narrowing his eyes slightly. "Why do you only take bookmarks? How did you know to take bookmarks?" the figure asked again, her tone now softer yet with a hint of firmness, and the numerous eyes dotted around the space—each bloodshot—quickly widened, as if ready to engulf the entire area. Before she finished speaking, a broad, warm smile suddenly spread across克莱恩's face, painted with oil-like hues. Instantly, his ethereal, nearly translucent form vanished—disappearing into the space without a trace. Even Azk's bronze whistle embedded within his spiritual body and the two bookmarked pages vanished! ... Above the gray mist, within the majestic and ancient palace. Klein's figure suddenly materialized at the head of the weathered long table. Leaning back against the chair back, he smiled lightly, saying, "Good thing I was prepared." His spiritual state wasn't due to any exceptional innate ability, nor stemmed from the mutual transformation between body and spirit—it was the result of him summoning himself and responding to his own ritual. The power of this ritual originated from this mysterious space above the gray mist, from its very uniqueness! Thus, as soon as Klein succeeded, he didn't need to attempt to escape—he simply ended the summoning, returned to the space above the gray mist, and then instantly re-entered his physical body in the real world from here! Since this space above the gray mist can block the powers of divine beings such as "Eternal Sun" and "True Creator," Caine believes that, in the absence of interference from any god, the summoning will not be interrupted! As long as the other party does not immediately kill his spirit or directly render him unconscious, Caine is confident he can escape! This is precisely why he does not want to become a spirit and then make a long journey—too much time passed, too many uncertainties. ... A soft, dim crimson moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating the woman seated at the top of a staircase between bookshelves. She silently gazed toward the desk, where Caine had once been, now silent, with the cries of infants fading and the eyes of the infants gradually disappearing. Unknown how long, the top of the staircase suddenly appeared empty, as though no one had ever arrived there. Inside the exhibition hall housing Roxel's diary, Max Levimoor addressed his two team members: "Keep watch here. I'll go look for the intruder." "He's definitely still trapped by the power of the seal somewhere on the first floor!" Speaking this, he turned his gaze toward the seal, toward the "model" on the first floor of the museum, searching for the red dot indicating the intruder, aiming to quickly pinpoint the intruder's location. Yet, he looked again and again, counted carefully, and still felt something was off. The number of people hadn't increased at all! "This..." Max Levimoor stood frozen in place. Next, he produced his "universal key," intending to pass through one row of houses and then take a rented carriage to the distance. Using his walking stick to keep his bearings, so as not to lose his way back to the Royal Museum or end up at some church, Caine began to move swiftly, constantly opening doors and walls with the "universal key." After walking in a straight line for a while, he suddenly found himself uncertain about his exact location. Hmm... just two more houses to go. If he's no longer on the Royal Boulevard, he should either catch a rented carriage or consult his oracle again. Back home, he'd immediately study the "Card of Desecration!" Caine made up his mind quickly and pressed the bronze, ancient-looking key against the wall, gently turning it. A ripple of invisible water spread out, and he found himself now in the neighboring house of the row of villas. At that moment, he inhaled sharply, detecting a strong scent of blood. A strong scent of blood! Caine frowned, lifting his eyes to see a lady lying motionless in the living room ahead. The lady's expression was filled with pain; she had a large wound in her abdomen, as if her internal organs had completely disappeared. At the same time, Crane heard a continuous sound of "hhehhehheh."