Frick reacted that he was witnessing a phenomenon that many religious believers called a "miracle", and that the power concentrated on Dr. Kurt was so powerful that the human ego and personality were almost completely destroyed by the overwhelming sense of existence. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

All the "William Coulters" who exist in the space-time continuum gather here and are connected to the ultimate source that gives all living beings spirituality in the boundless expanse of the world. Eventually, it will form an existence that transcends the limitations of living beings.

Perhaps some secret organization or sage has touched its threshold, and has given it many titles in its own language. However, the moment they actually saw it, they realized how small these perceptions and titles were, and how insignificant they were.

That may have gone beyond the scope of current research and research in engineering and magic, or even other disciplines, and was previously considered only a field of existence and fantasy. Almost all of us think that it is arrogant to peek into the world of God in human form, and even want to occupy a place.

At this moment, a large amount of information poured into Frick, who was observing Dr. Kurt, through the perception that existed in his mind, and a huge amount of information came at him like a tsunami. His ears heard a loud roar like thunder, and an uncontrollable shiver swept through his body.

It was a mass of high-density intelligence gathered together, almost as a mass of "matter", burning with fierce flames in the boundless void. The enormous energy contained in it was enough to blow away those who received it, making them the brightest stars in the night sky.

It was like a grand psalm, and Frick could feel a wonderful rhythm in it, and in this spiritual world, the guides breathed to the rhythm of the psalm along with the gatekeepers. Not only them, but everything in the world works according to its arrangement, and the gray fog and the light that illuminates the wasteland, as well as the ever-changing illusions are all part of this design.

It's as if the infinite number of celestial bodies, the countless worlds, and the countless beings that live in them that should exist in different places in different time and space are concentrated on this point. They came together with great power, radiating a brilliance that almost engulfed.

There had been many things that had terrified Frick, perhaps because of the power gap between him and them, or perhaps because his security was threatened, but none of them could compare to the huge wave of information that was coming at him right now. In the midst of the horrors that nothing could match, the previous fears did not take long to dissipate, for they were not worth mentioning.

The scorching mass of energy was not only concentrated on the collective that had once been "William Coulter", but even on Frick, who was trying to infiltrate and observe it. Instinct had warned Frick that it was dangerous to continue, and it might have been too late to look away, but some more pressing emotion stopped him.

It was so powerful that he had never experienced before, that he even understood William Coulter a little, his obsession with desperately seeking a way through the door. It was enough to poison people, and if the guide once again instigated him to snatch the right to enter the gate, he would not have the confidence to refuse.

Perhaps—just maybe, Flick guessed that what he saw was only a fraction of what he could see when he actually entered the door...... I'm afraid it's not even one in a million. The absolute truth hidden behind that is not acceptable to humans, so it is not that those who pass through the gate have not returned, but have lost their original biological form, and now this scorching energy is infused with a magic that makes them transcendent.

Gradually, the flow of information pouring into his body became calmer, gradually transforming into words and images that he could understand and accept. After this transformation, fear began to fade, and a purer emotion took its place, and the shocking vision became majestic and magnificent.

The weak heart will be crushed by this powerful force, and like a child, it will flee from the reality of its own disgust to the world of dreams and wander in it. And those who are strong, they will eventually penetrate these illusions that manifest themselves in front of them and go straight to the deepest secrets.

That was the final step in the selection process, and the wall that entered the silver gate, and William Kurt needed to unite those who came from foreign countries and then cut off his original self from them. Only when the tabernacle was opened that he could keep himself moving between the spiritual and the material worlds.

Knowledge and intelligence poured into the spirits that made up Kurt like a flood of unfettered knowledge, revealing countless new things before his eyes. That's what he's been looking for, and it's still in his mind today—and there's more.

They are the foundation for achieving transcendence, opening up his horizons to unprecedented levels and preparing him to access all the knowledge he wishes or does not wish to have. It is perhaps a treasure trove that all researchers crave, full of all the knowledge about the world.

See what you don't see, know what you don't know.

For some reason, Frick suddenly thought of such a sentence, maybe the so-called transcendent beings may not know everything, but the knowledge and information they have are enough to make today's research and exploration seem extremely narrow and naïve. Their existence is enough to see how small the knowledge of those seekers is, and the trivial positions and conflicts of interest are so flashy.

Maybe one day, he will find some way to return to the silver gate of the folding fan, and then he will be able to take the "ticket" he has found and step into it with his head held high. At that time, the keeper of the gate may incite him or others in that nasty tone, or set all kinds of traps and tricks before entering the gate, but he can also accept the test calmly and not retreat.

All of the knowledge that Frick transferred from Kurt had been translated into words that he could understand, and nothing else was beyond his human perception. Perhaps it was his innate sensibilities, or perhaps his recently awakened abilities played a role, but in general, Frick quickly realized that there was a lot of knowledge beyond the eyes of ordinary human eyes, which he had never imagined in the past.

The original wave of pure power has been transformed, and they have become a vast void filled with information. Frick had seen many strange creatures that had taken on shapes that had transcended the boundaries of all the common sense he had ever known.

He speculated that this might be the information that the only ego that existed among the many "William Coulters" wanted to convey to him, including the real memories that were being contained in his possession. He found himself vaguely aware of what had happened to him and where the possibility of giving birth to those wonderful images came from.

"Damn it, stop them!"

At this moment, someone's shouts came from a distance, forcibly pulling Frick, who was immersed in the wave of information, back to reality. In an instant, the surging tide vanished without a trace, leaving Frick in the vast gray wasteland, fully feeling the emptiness and death that filled it.

After experiencing the feeling of being surrounded by a large amount of information, the silence now felt even more powerless, and silence came from every corner around it, squeezing this empty gray world, the void was so vast that Frick's strength was enough to disperse into it.

Frick finally understood how he was suddenly disturbed by an uninvited guest when everything was going well, and the flames of anger almost engulfed his sanity. After finally suppressing the boiling emotions, several black figures had rushed into his field of vision at some point.

They wore a similar outfit to the sorcerer who attacked Dr. Kurt earlier, but somehow had a cage around their heads that looked like torture instruments. Ragged black fabric wrapped around them, and what appeared to be bandages was faintly oozing blackened fluid.

Who are they?

While Frick was still thinking about this, a man in black rushed in front of him and attacked him without hesitation. Obviously, he is also the one who must be "stopped", and the only way they can stop people is to attack them simply and bluntly.

The weapons in their hands had a similar color to the grapples that Dr. Kurt had created out of a part of his soul, but more often than not, they did have a wonderful metallic sheen. Swords or spears are undoubtedly the weapons that are made for use in battle.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was already in front of him, but Frick retreated more than ten meters at a speed he didn't expect, and distanced himself from the attacker. The man in black who was about to attack him seemed to be frightened by his strange speed, and he didn't catch up with him for a while and continue to attack him.

In the direction of the gate, more men in black tried to attack William Kurt, but their actions were pointless and looked ridiculous. The sword slashed through Dr. Coulter's body as if it were air, but it did no harm to him, and the victim himself seemed to be oblivious to their presence, still staring at the world across the gate.

Obviously, there was no way for them to actually "stop" Dr. Kurt from completing the ritual for a while, but Frick was not optimistic about his situation. More than a dozen men in black had already rushed to the gate, but more black shadows could be seen in the distance.