As he grasped the "Staff of Stars," the other hand in the air drew out a gold coin, which then snapped upward with a crisp sound. As the coin spun, the visions from his "divination" naturally unfolded in his mind: a deeply profound chasm, its base housing a massive, broad structure built layer upon layer in shades of gray and white. Each detail mirrored precisely what Klein had first seen at Chernobyl—yet the source wasn't the spiritual realm, but rather his own subconscious. Using the technique of "dream divination," he had re-created the images he had witnessed in his mind. As soon as the scene took shape, the gemstones embedded in the "Staff of Stars" emitted a soft glow, and the images of his historical memory instantly faded, then rising above the gray-white structure. In just a single second, Klein had returned from the easternmost edge of the forsaken realm back to Chernobyl! This is one of the primary abilities of the "Staff of the Star": if the scene envisioned in the holder's mind truly exists and remains authentic, the Staff enables him to traverse every obstacle and reach any distant destination, appearing directly at his destination. Of course, the condition is that the envisioned scene must be absolutely accurate, indistinguishable from the original in the eyes of an observer. Kraen chose the deep ravine where Chernobyl lies, rather than the hazy, yellowish expanse of the plain, because he knew that after the young son of the Giant King, the god of Honor, Bradel, had fully escaped his curse and passed away, significant changes would inevitably occur at that location—only Chernobyl, cherished by the ancient sun god and his son Amun, would remain unaffected. This doesn't mean that the deep gorges and gray-white buildings won't show visible changes—Klein had already prepared for the possibility of a failed transmission, with an unknown destination. After all, the people he carried were fake, and the items in his hands were also fake; losing them wouldn't be a great loss. While still holding the "Staff of the Star," Klein hadn't even had time to assess his surroundings when he suddenly felt himself sink, plunging downward. Without the "Crawling Hunger" activated or having transformed into a bird-like creature, he lacked the ability to fly. So, despite the eerie and terrifying nature of the half-divine being from the "Seer" path, he still retained the ordinary human qualities. In an instant, a remarkable ability manifested within Klein's mind. The "Staff of the Star" then emitted vibrant hues of light, generating fierce gusts of wind that swept around him. These winds wrapped around Klein, flapping his black cloak and gently carrying him as he descended. During this process, Klein's right hand trembled, restoring the historical rift projection of the "Staff of Stars" to its normal position, so as not to inadvertently introduce unexpected imagery through his instinctive imagination. Immediately afterward, he pressed his left hand against the half-high silk hat resting on his head, and as the high-altitude lightning just faded, he pulled a lantern from the void. Under the dim, golden glow of the lantern, Klein's bare feet, wearing loose leather shoes, firmly planted themselves on the ground at the bottom of the deep, mysterious chasm, where the endless darkness seemed to hold countless monsters in wait. Directly ahead of him lay the Chernobyl, gradually poured and layered in shades of gray and white. Under the combined effect of the high-altitude lightning and the lantern's light, Klein soon noticed something: the substantial, broad gray-white structure had no doors! Well, every place has been sealed off... I remember the ancient sun god emerging through a shimmering fissure in pale, gray walls... Klein, pondering, located the spot in his memory and began chanting the "Knight of the Round Table's" name. At the easternmost edge of the God-Abandoned Lands, near the city of the Moon, where the solidified mist stood, Klein's true form, hidden within the historical gaps, instantly entered the Source Citadel, using the prayer light to scan the condition of Chernobyl through his "true vision." Within the deep, winding chasm and across the barren plain still veiled in gray-yellow mist, there was not a single Amun. As for Chernobyl itself, even with the "true vision" granted by the Source Citadel, Klein could not make out what was happening inside: beneath one layer upon another of "gray and white," there seemed to be absolute nothingness—no color at all. Indeed, no ordinary place... Truly worthy of being the birthplace of the ancient sun god and the creator of the Silver City... Klein murmured these thoughts to himself and swiftly left the "Source Keep," returning to the historical fragments from before the First Age. When Klein regained consciousness outside Chernobyl, he reached out and drew forth "Lyman's Travel Notes" from the air. He quickly flipped to a specific page, preparing to use the "Apprentice's" "Opening" ability. For Klein, this action felt a bit impetuous, yet given that it was merely an image captured within the historical rift, he deemed it acceptable. The extraordinary beings who follow the "Seer" path indeed embody both caution and boldness—cautious in preparation, bold once ready, displaying a duality of caution and impetuosity... While self-chiding thus, Klein moved silently through the obstacle and entered the interior of Chernobyl. After one after another "openings," he finally stepped away from the place where the gray-white concrete had been poured, and saw ahead a heavy iron gate slightly ajar. The gate was not tall—about two and a half meters—clearly designed for human use. In front of it, there were two patches of dark stains and two firearms that possessed a sci-fi elegance surpassing any weapons of the current era. These guns resembled those he had once seen in magazines during his previous life, though he wasn't particularly fond of such topics and thus could not be certain. He did not pick them up nor attempt to examine them, for his intuitive spiritual sense told him that the gun-like structures had been completely corroded and would instantly disintegrate into foam upon any contact. After glancing at them briefly, he dispersed his "Lehmann's Travel Notes," held the lantern, and passed through the two patches of dark stains, arriving at the other side of the iron gate. There's a wide corridor here, flanked by one room after another of varying sizes. Some furniture has toppled, some remains intact, others are half-destroyed, and black streaks cover the walls and floors. "It looks like a research institute..." Klein formed an initial judgment based on the remaining objects and the overall layout. Without having to search deliberately, he soon discovered a room where a machine had collapsed, and on the table lay several yellowish sheets of paper. It seemed as though someone had collected them and simply left them there. Was it the ancient sun god, or Amun? Klein hesitated for a few seconds before stepping into the room. The soft glow of the lantern dispelled the darkness within. He picked up the sheets and quickly scanned them. Ten seconds later, Klein set the papers down, his lips slightly drawn. The words on the pages—he recognized almost none of them! I barely passed English in my last life, let alone other languages? Klein suddenly felt the way other extraordinary beings felt when reading Rosel's journal. He exhaled slowly, then reached out toward the void and produced an object. This was a translator that Zhou Mingrui had saved money to buy specifically for his planned overseas trip, and it had been kept inside the laptop bag beside him during the transfer ceremony. For Klein, the translator's greatest advantage now was offline translation—provided it didn't exceed its built-in vocabulary. After a few adjustments, he finally understood what was written on those pages: "…a study of the re-oiling of dried-up oil fields… Why build a research institute for something so unexpected, in a place no one could have imagined? …Oh God, what have they discovered deep within the oil fields… …such remarkable materials! …What exactly has happened? The doctor has simply turned into a black pool of oil right before my eyes!" “…More and more people are turning into oil. The outside world has sealed off this research institute… No one can leave, and no one can leave…” “…They’re all gone mad. Only we’re still sane, but our food is running out…” “…I seem to be hearing voices. There’s a sound coming from beneath the ground—it’s calling me. It’s calling me!” Yet if the disaster had been caused by such a fortuitous event, then it made no sense that we—King Roxel, myself, and others—would have received the items that would help us "cross" earlier. Perhaps, within necessity lies chance, and within chance, necessity itself? The contamination beneath the earth has been subtly affecting the human world all along, only manifesting intermittently through mysterious occurrences. Now, with this research progressing, has "He" finally awakened fully? Klein instinctively swallowed a lump in his throat. Holding his lantern, he stepped out of the room and moved deeper into the research facility, carefully observing everything that might warrant attention. After walking for several dozen seconds, his vision suddenly dimmed significantly. The warm glow of his lantern was almost entirely swallowed by the darkness ahead! Upon closer inspection, Klein noticed a "cliff" just two steps away. That section of the research facility had collapsed into the earth below, plunging into profound, formless darkness—its end unseen. In the hush, Klein seemed to hear an unheard call, rising directly into his mind from the depths below. This sensation he had experienced before—when the bronze doors of the Hall of Honesty had first awakened. Frowning slightly, he stepped back several paces, ready to dissolve the sustained image of the historical fissure. At that moment, a hand—dry, reduced to skin and bone—probed out from the dim darkness, grasping the edge of the "cliff." Then, a figure leapt into view, standing before Klein. He wore a pointed soft hat and a classical black robe, with a single eyeglass resting in the socket of his right eye—none other than the "Angel of Time," Amun. Yet Amun's condition was far from normal, as though wrapped in a membrane like a skeleton. Klein instinctively stepped back again, watching as Amun's flesh rapidly filled in and came to life. He adjusted his eyeglass, smiled, and said, "Indeed, a visitor. Who are you?"