Klein felt a tightening in his chest as he remained in the shadow, then quickly regained composure—neither startled nor alarmed. He was certain beyond doubt that the figure reflected on the smooth surface of the golden disk was not himself, at least not his true self. If it truly were him, then "Winner" Enzo would have seen the gray mist and the strange scene resembling a mythical creature, which would have caused Klein to collapse right there. Since he had remained perfectly composed, it must mean that the figure in the mirror was not him. As he activated the "Spirit Line" vision and guided "Winner" Enzo, he approached the collapsed pale pillar and the shattered ancient house, holding the "Voice of the Sea" staff, and gradually released a portion of his luck. The secret figure, with dark, sun-browned skin, stepped forward one step at a time toward the golden disk. Holding it with both hands, the attendant bent low and examined it carefully. The disk consisted of an inner and outer layer: the central area was smooth and mirror-like, bearing only a few subtle patterns, while the outer rim was inscribed with a series of bird-shaped beings, giving the whole a sense of ancient elegance. The image reflected upon it remained unchanged—though clearly focused on the secret figure Enzo, it showed instead a pale, wan face with lifeless eyes, that of Caine. Even the triple crown accompanying the Sea Staff and the "Dictator" card, as well as the Pope's robe, were fully rendered. If not for the absence of the gray mist, Caine would have believed the disk could penetrate through the physical and spiritual connection lines, directly affecting him—perhaps even like the case of the "Black Saint" in the divine war ruins, where he had, without realizing it, been subtly split into two versions of himself. What does this mean...? Kline emerged steadily from the shadowy area, regaining his original appearance upon entering Caraldon. Then, drawing upon the extraordinary abilities of the Clown, he mentally projected his current state: he held a white bone staff inlaid with sapphire stones, wore a papal robe with a cloak, and bore a triple crown adorned with various jewels. Yet his face remained obscured within corresponding shadows, appearing somewhat blurred, and his overall aura was eerie and decaying—like a freshly unearthed corpse from the crypt! ...Kline was suddenly startled. He hadn't expected himself to have changed so profoundly. The golden disc clearly revealed his true form—except for the absence of the gray mist blending with reality. This wasn't anything major—without the mist. He quickly reassured himself, calming his mental state. Normally, given Kline's extensive experience and strong self-regulation, such a step would not be necessary. However, he was mindful of his own tendency to become impatient while holding the "God of the Sea's Staff," requiring constant vigilance, and he was also aware that this place had once been the divine realm of the primordial Phoenix, Greagaril, with residual arrangements still in place to facilitate her resurrection—thus, the atmosphere was inherently unusual, making him feel more tense than when visiting other locations. After summoning Ludewil, the "Duke of Hell," and leveraging his exceptional abilities to conduct a thorough self-assessment, Kline formed an initial judgment: "When beings enter Caldrun, they naturally transition toward the realm of the deceased, a similarity to the Underworld. Yet, there is a fundamental difference: living creatures do not suddenly die and then gradually transform into lifeless, thoughtless immortals. Instead, they directly become spirits of the dead." "I didn't notice this earlier because Enzo and Ludewell were, in essence, already the dead—there was no need for further transformation... Neither the 'Mirror' Arordes nor the 'Radiant Light' El-Moria mentioned this point, because the 'travelers' who lived through and departed, as well as spiritual beings and angels, naturally returned to their normal states after leaving? This transformation doesn't affect the power of the gray mist to integrate into reality. The disk only reveals me as the one who has become the deceased—not all of me, nor necessarily the version of me that interacted with Caldrón. Klein leans more toward the latter interpretation, though he isn't certain yet. The half-standing tombstone corresponded to a structure extending downward into the earth, inscribed in the "Language of the Dead" with these words: "…a man easily angered, who died in competition with others, testing his strength against their hammers." The "winner," Enzo, bypassed the broken tombstone and reached the entrance of the hall-like building. He extended his left hand, turned the handle, and pulled open the heavy door. With a creaking groan of rusted hinges, the massive door slowly swung open. Whizz, whizz, whizz! Arrows of pale, luminous light shot forth, skimming Enzo's face, hair, torso, and inner thighs, arching into the distance and embedding themselves into the ground before vanishing—while the "winner" remained unharmed. …Indeed, such a secret duplicate is truly an indispensable tool for adventure and exploration. Klein expressed this with genuine admiration, drawing Enzo's gaze toward the building below: it was a blacksmith's shop, where a giant with dark, almost black skin and a head resembling a crushed watermelon was repeatedly striking a anvil with his hammer—yet nothing appeared to be happening on the surface. Since the giant's "spirit lines," though cracked, remained intact and belonged to no other shared soul, Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to ask Enzo to observe further, a sudden numbness swept over him, and his thoughts slowed down. This sensation—he had experienced it before—when he was first affected by the sealing entity "2–049" in Tinggen City! In the past, he hadn't fully grasped its essence, but after becoming a master of secret duplicates, he learned that this meant his own "spirit lines" had been taken over and controlled by the sealing entity! Thus, it now appeared that Klein himself was being controlled by someone's "spirit lines." Moreover, unlike in the past, his joints no longer moved smoothly—they felt stiff, as though filled with glue—alongside a sharp, electric numbness reminiscent of being struck by lightning, making movement even more difficult. Not good… it was a spirit thief… I’ve been on guard… it used its fragmental essence to draw my attention, approaching quietly… yet I hadn’t anticipated… beyond the fragments, it had a collaborator… that… the giant blacksmith… I’d underestimated him… and the existence of the secret doppelgänger… had caused me to overlook my own safety. A cascade of thoughts surged uncontrollably within Klein’s mind, disrupting his usual self-rescue strategies. At that moment, the giant blacksmith, whose head had split open, raised his great hammer and took a single step forward, charging straight toward the doppelgänger Enzo to crush him. Meanwhile, a cold breeze seemed to brush Klein’s neck, stirring his hair upright with a refreshing chill. Once an unusually quiet place, one after another of strange, bizarre creatures surged forth from the pale stone pillars, the shattered houses, and the tombs and mausoleums. Some existed only in their upper bodies; others were translucent, almost invisible; some stretched out softly like noodles; some had their chests and abdomens split open, revealing bloodied organs; some faced a sickly green hue, like spectral spirits; others bore eyes growing at every part of their bodies; and some seemed to float in the air, like jellyfish. An indeterminate number of eyes from all directions fixed themselves upon Caine, emotionless, indifferent. At that moment, Caine managed to open his mouth, his lips dry and his speech slow and hesitant, and finally uttered a single word: "Sing..." Before he had finished speaking, a mouth had already cracked open on the glove of his left hand, revealing a dense array of white teeth. "Hail to You!" "The Lord who created all things!" "The Sovereign behind the Veil of Shadows!" "The Inherent Fallen Nature of all beings!" Amidst the sharp sound, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, which had just sent the "winner" Enzo stumbling—allowing him to evade the heavy hammer blow—the "Sea's Word" staff, excited, burst forth with bubbles of water: "Impulse! Impulse! Impulse!" Cain's head suddenly ached, and his thoughts instantly cleared, no longer sluggish. Yet his body remained "stiff," still tinged with numbness. Then, relying on his spirit, he guided the secret figure Lutherville, who had just returned to his side, to swing a left punch at him. Thud! Cain staggered back a step and instantly broke free from the state of paralysis. Then, with a surge of warmth in his head, he raised the "Sea God's Staff" from the cloak he had just unfastened behind the papal robe. One after another, the sapphire-blue gems glowed, and suddenly, a cascade of majestic silver lightning streaked across the sky. These lightning bolts surged with "branches," enveloping the outer region of Caldrón within hundreds of meters with the "Forest of Thunder." The sense of destruction and devastation felt tangible, as if solid. Creatures of all shapes and sizes rushing forth from various points shattered and evaporated, vanishing completely against this silver-white backdrop. As the silver-white storm began to subside, the "Ocean God's Staff" in the hands of the "Emperor" Kline once again flashed with brilliant radiance. Waves of violent electric serpents twisted and entangled, descending in successive surges, like towering waves upon one another. After releasing the "Storm of Lightning" twice in succession, Kline grew weary but found himself restored to calm. Suddenly, a sharp sensation struck him—reminding him of something: Lightning storms are area-of-effect attacks that do not distinguish between friend and foe. Aside from himself, who held the "Ocean God's Staff," and his companions nearby, all other things would suffer catastrophic destruction. That is to say, Ludewell, the "General of Hell," had fared well, while Enzo, the "Secret Agent," was likely already eliminated. By instinct, Kline turned his gaze toward him and saw Enzo, the "Winner," perfectly intact, curled up beside a half-erected tombstone. Behind him stood a large metallic hammer still pulsing with faint electric serpents. Not far from the hammer, two blackened, humanoid footprints lay in the debris. The tombstone itself had collapsed significantly, and the iron-black anvil that had fallen to the ground still bore traces of silver-white lightning crackling softly. ...He hadn't even died. Truly a "Winner"—his luck must have been largely drained. Kline felt a sense of relief and began to survey the surroundings with his eyes now activated to perceive the "Spirit Threads." He was searching for the Spirit Plunderers! He believed the range over which the Spirit Plunderers could manipulate the "Spirit Threads" could not compare with the extent covered by the "Lightning Storm." The buildings surrounding them, already crumbling and decaying, now lay nearly flattened, their remaining stones and white bones blackened. Even the heavy golden disc had shattered into four or five fragments. Suddenly, a figure emerged from a pile of rubble some one hundred and fifty meters to克莱恩's side. It was a translucent white robe, without a head or limbs, as if sustained by an invisible being. At this moment, its surface was torn and stained with black marks, appearing rather disheveled. This must be a Spirit Realm plunderer... the earlier impetuous "lightning storm" attack had seemed to hold well against it. Seeing this scene,克莱恩 found himself unexpectedly struck by a few thoughts.