【BethelKlein】A bright moon rises over the sea (1-2)

【门克】海上生明月

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(出处: 乌托邦)

Author: 问号同学 (UID: 14763)

Posted 4 days ago 

CP: Other cp

Article Type: Original IF line/magic world view

Warning: Death of main characters/bloody descriptions There are original supporting characters 

1.

Silence...In the boundless silence, he looked around blankly, and all he saw was a dead gray. The mist was hazy, surging silently, as if it would remain silent for thousands of years.He tried to get up, and tried to speak again. No, he seemed to have lost control of his body - no, it seemed that he still had a little. It seemed that a voice told him that he could look up.He tried to concentrate on thinking about what the voice meant, but unfortunately failed again. In this gray and dead silence, he seemed to have gained unprecedented relaxation, and even his thoughts seemed to have become a ball of paste, floating leisurely in this gray.So he looked up obediently. The sky was ordinary, the red moon was shining, and the stars were shining.Wait -red moon?He looked up again in surprise -ominous branches spread across the entire sky, and a sea of ​​blood rushed out from the shadow of the red moon. The stars opened their eyes, and the great mother slowly opened her lips and called out -it hurts! It hurts!The branches retreated quickly, and the gray fog obscured the prying eyes. Only the sea of ​​blood stopped at a place not far away, rolling repeatedly, like a smile on someone's lips... The bizarre dream quickly shattered, and Zhou Mingrui felt that his brain was in pain as if it had exploded - no, it hurt so much that he could hardly feel the pain.He lay there, feeling as if his head had been broken and put back together. He couldn't open his eyes, open his mouth, or raise his head...Why did it hurt so much... What did I do yesterday? Didn't I just do a luck-changing ritual? What happened? It's over, it's over, I'm not going to die young, am I? No, no, open your eyes, wake up!Zhou Mingrui - or Klein Abraham - suddenly opened his eyes.He sat up with difficulty and looked around. The blurry vision gradually became clear, and he found that he seemed to be on the observatory on the roof of a villa. The ground of the observatory was a strange deep red, and it felt slippery to the touch, probably the dew in late autumn. Surrounding the rooftop were platforms that were about waist-high, with a gorgeous bronze mirror on top that didn't fit in with the surroundings. The view here was good enough for people to look up and see the sky full of stars. In front of him was a telescope for stargazing, which seemed to be made of gold and even inlaid with many gems. It was probably the most valuable thing on the rooftop. Everything was shrouded in a faint crimson light.As his vision gradually recovered, Zhou Mingrui's sense of smell seemed to have returned. Something was wrong... Zhou Mingrui lowered his head and sniffed his collar. The strong smell of blood savagely penetrated his nasal cavity, scaring Zhou Mingrui so much that he almost screamed. He tilted his head back suddenly, and the headache that had just eased became severe again, as if the brain matter that had just returned to its place was thrown out of place again. Zhou Mingrui calmed down with difficulty and slowly opened his eyes. He was shocked to find that the source of the faint crimson light was the red moon in the sky!It was the red moon that appeared in his dream.Zhou Mingrui stood up suddenly, but because his legs were weak, he sat back on the ground. He supported himself on the slippery floor with his hands, stood up tremblingly, looked down at himself, and was immediately shocked. He was not wearing a plaid shirt or ordinary pajamas, but a pullover with a strange style, which was somewhat similar to the medieval noble clothing he saw when he was surfing the Internet. The overall asymmetrical, with a few gems dotted on it, and a rather thick cloak on the outside, which seemed to be used for warmth - yes, from his body sense, it might be late autumn now.Unfortunately, these clothes are now soaked in blood, and there are even a lot of broken pieces of meat.He looked down at the floor again, and then he realized that the wet and slippery touch on the ground when he just woke up was not from the mist in late autumn, and the scarlet color was not due to the owner's strange aesthetics.It was clearly a pile of blood plasma.Zhou Mingrui hurriedly stepped back a few steps, almost losing his balance and falling flat on his back. He calmed himself and looked at his hand again.It was delicate and fair, with traces of long-term pen holding on the middle finger, but it was definitely not Zhou Mingrui's hand.He quickly reached out and grabbed the bronze mirror on the table and looked at himself carefully. Black hair, brown eyes, linen shirt, thin build, ordinary facial features, deep contours, but everything from the top of the head to the chin was wet, the whole face seemed to be soaked in blood, even the hair stuck to the cheeks was dripping blood, the red was terrifying.This, this...Zhou Mingrui shuddered, and the bronze mirror in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.Have I traveled through time?Calm down, calm down, take a deep breath... Recalling the luck-changing ritual he performed before going to bed, Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but smile bitterly. An ordinary office worker, reincarnated as a small noble in the Middle Ages, isn't this a kind of luck?Suddenly, a lot of memories rushed to him -this is the Solomon Empire, a huge empire established in the northern continent after the so-called "Great Cataclysm" - according to Zhou Mingrui's knowledge, this empire is obviously closer to an extremely powerful European medieval version of the Roman Empire that has nothing to do with the so-called mysticism.The original owner belongs to a huge family - the Abraham family, and the head of the family is a famous duke, Bertia Abraham. But the original owner's family is only a side branch, and the bloodline has been extremely thin, so that although he has the name of Abraham, he must make a living by himself, and there is almost no possibility of entering the court as an official - even so, the original owner's family can own a small manor and is still running a gem business, which shows how strong the financial resources and astonishing status of the Abraham family are.The original owner has lived in this house since he can remember, but he is not the biological child of this family, but an adopted orphan. The original owner's adoptive parents have been childless for many years, and suddenly one day they found a baby on the observatory... Zhou Mingrui frowned slightly. The memories in the middle seemed to be a little fragmented. Why did the lord and his wife suddenly adopt a baby of unknown origin...?This Abraham family seemed to be quite strange. The original owner's father was a branch of this family...After thinking fruitlessly, Zhou Mingrui chose to continue to extract other memory fragments.Maybe the original owner was born with a bad life. Two years after being adopted, his adoptive mother unfortunately died of illness, leaving only his adoptive father to depend on him. And the adoptive father was often summoned to go to war, and there were always only the original owner and servants in the house. The original owner also developed a lonely and unapproachable personality. Until a few months ago, the old servant who followed the adoptive father came back and brought the news that the adoptive father had unfortunately passed away. Since the original owner had never learned business and was only 17 years old this year, the family's property had been managed by the housekeeper since then. The original owner only cared about drilling into the observatory every day, or diving into the study, reading the books and antiques left by his father.As he continued to recall, Zhou Mingrui had a headache again, and he almost fell down again due to the pain. Fortunately, he subconsciously held onto the platform to avoid falling and fainting from the pain in his head.Zhou Mingrui raised his hand to cover his head in pain, but he felt a slippery hand of blood. This amount of bleeding... I'm afraid the original owner was shotin the head by a sniper... The original owner's memory was limited to this. As for why he came to the observatory in the middle of the night, why there was an out-of-place ancient mirror next to him, and why he was shot in the head, Zhou Mingrui had no idea. He was walking in circles on the terrace, thinking hard, and suddenly, his eyes lit up: the original owner had the habit of keeping a diary!Zhou Mingrui quickly wrapped his cloak tightly around him, took the bronze mirror, turned around and walked down the stairs.Due to the eccentric habits of the original owner's father from the Abraham family, the study on the third floor of this house is directly connected to the terrace, the master bedroom and guest room are on the second floor, and the living room and dining room are on the first floor. In addition, there are large and small ancillary buildings, gardener's room, servant's room, kitchen... Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but be amazed. As a 21st century keyboard expert, how could he not know the luxury of medieval nobles? But in his cognition, this configuration is also quite high... Is this really something that a normal medieval society would have?After fruitless thinking, Zhou Mingrui chose to go downstairs quickly. Just as he walked into the door of the study, he heard a gentle and elegant voice, like thunder exploding in his ears:"Sir from another world, are you satisfied with this child's body?"

2.

The story of Kelland becoming Mr. Men's student in the Fourth Epoch

Klein is an adopted child from a branch of the Abraham family.

AllKlein tendency.

Yes →

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   Who is it? !

  Zhou Mingrui's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, looking up at the strange man vigilantly.

  He was a tall middle-aged man, about thirty years old, with long black hair mixed with a few strands of white hair. He was dressed luxuriously, and his asymmetrical dark blue coat was embellished with dozens of dazzling gems of various sizes, which sparkled even at night, causing the humble office worker Xiao Zhou to stare in amazement.

  But what surprised Zhou Mingrui the most was the man's blue eyes—blue eyes are not uncommon, but these eyes are really—please forgive the lack of vocabulary of the science and engineering man who has been single for 25 years, but if you have seen these eyes, you will also sigh: It turns out that there is really a beauty that cannot be described by words. Clear, deep, bright, mysterious, there are no words to describe them; the vast and heavy night sky, the blue lake rippling with silver moonlight under the night wind, no natural beauty can compare to them. Just by looking at it from a distance, Zhou Mingrui seemed to be in the starry sky, with only a blue planet in his sight. It seemed that a voice sounded, guiding him to move forward, approach, touch, and then aggregate, ...

  Suddenly, a completely different starlight appeared in front of him, bright but not dazzling, just right to call Zhou Mingrui back to consciousness. Suddenly, Zhou Mingrui woke up and realized that -

  He almost stuck to this person! With all this blood and flesh!

  Zhou Mingrui almost made a sharp explosion and stepped back in panic, almost falling down again.

  "I'm sorry sir! I-I-I...I didn't mean it...I don't know why..."

  On the other side, Bethel looked at this outsider whose origin, identity, purpose, and strength were unknown—perhaps this point could be ignored—and felt a sense of confusion for the first time in a long time. He had not experienced this kind of emotion for a long, long time since he was promoted to a planeswalker at the age of 35 and his humanity gradually faded.

  However, as the most respectable among the nobles of the Solomon Empire, Bethel did not let himself indulge in the human nature and neglect his guests. He slightly turned sideways and used the recorded historical projection ability to drag out the sofa in the living room of the Abraham family. At the same time, he did not forget to use his authority to expand the space. He looked at Zhou Mingrui again, softened his tone, and said gently: "Young gentleman, why don't we sit down first and talk?"

  At this time Zhou Mingrui was stunned.

  Bethel was silent for a moment, sighed, and slightly stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, returning the extraordinary knowledge he had just stolen to Zhou Mingrui.

  In an instant, a large amount of new knowledge flooded into his mind. Sequence, God, Angel Family, God's Path... Zhou Mingrui suddenly felt a splitting headache.

  And, about the bronze mirror that the original owner bought from the antique market...

  Fortunately, with the "pain of head explosion" as a prelude, he just fainted for a moment and then came to his senses. Then he found himself sitting on the sofa, and the strange gentleman was sitting opposite him, with a semi-permanent smile on his face, staring at him with his blue eyes.

  He spoke in a deep voice: "Hello, let me introduce myself. I am Bethel Abraham, the ancestor and head of the Abraham family.

  "You can also call me Mr. Men."

  "I did steal your memory just now and then gave it back to you. Don't panic."

  Bethel Abraham!

  The most powerful angel in the Solomon Empire, who was rumored to have followed King Solomon since the beginning of his rebellion, was granted the title of Duke after the founding of the country, and was the King of Angels who was second only to the king and above all others. He was the elder most admired by the original owner, Bethel Abraham!

  Fortunately, Zhou Mingrui was mentally prepared this time. He immediately closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to chant at the speed of light: "Hello, Your Highness. My name is Zhou Mingrui. I'm sorry. I don't know where this is. I don't recognize this body. I don't know what extraordinary abilities it has. Please don't misunderstand!"

  Yes, after realizing how damn horribly extraordinary this world was, he no longer had any expectations of reaching the pinnacle of his life.

  He just wants to go home!

  In this real-life Diary of a Madman world, ordinary people like him shouldn't exist!

  "Misunderstanding?" Bethel just chuckled, but Zhou Mingrui broke out in a cold sweat.

  He cleared his throat: "Sir, I will believe what you said, that is, you have no ill will towards my family members. But you have also seen such a tragic situation. It is hard for me to believe you..."

  Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth eagerly, but then he remembered the strange abilities the other party had just displayed and the rumored title of "the angel closest to God", and he didn't dare to say anything more.

  "How about this," Bethel said immediately after seeing Zhou Mingrui panic, "Do you still remember how you got here?"

  Seeing that the other party had no ill intentions, Zhou Mingrui breathed a sigh of relief and honestly told him everything about the "Records of Qin and Han Dynasty Alchemy", the luck-changing rituals, etc. He also emphasized that he knew nothing about the original owner's memories of the past few days, including this bronze mirror with strange patterns.

  Although he used to be a "keyboard expert" and had some knowledge of dialogue, he did not dare to be arrogant in front of the "Angel King" whose lifespan was calculated to be a hundred years old.

  After listening to Zhou Mingrui's explanation, Bethel nodded slightly, put his fingers on his knees, and tapped them again and again.

  Da, da, da...

  Zhou Mingrui didn't even dare to breathe.

  "How about this," Bethel seemed to have finally come to his senses and turned back to Zhou Mingrui and said, "Right here, you do the ceremony again."

  "Do it again?" Zhou Mingrui couldn't believe his ears. In his opinion, this ceremony was his only hope to go home, and Mr. Men did not give up the responsibility of "killing the young man" but allowed him to try to go home through the ceremony. This...

  "Yes, do it again." As he said that, Bethel reached out and dragged out the historical projections of four staple foods.

  Seeing this, Zhou Mingrui gave up hesitating and stood up obediently.

  Taking a deep breath, Zhou Mingrui came to the center of the room. He calmed down for a few minutes before taking a solemn step and walking in a square counterclockwise.

Taking the first step, he whispered:

  "Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord."

The second step was to sincerely recite:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

In the third step, Zhou Mingrui held his breath and whispered:

"The God of Blessing and Prosperity Xuanhuang."

In the fourth step, he exhaled and silently recited:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

  At this moment, both of them held their breath and kept quiet, and the air around them seemed to have stopped flowing.

  In an instant, a large amount of whispers rushed out from the void, sometimes fine, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes alluring, sometimes manic, and sometimes crazy.

  It seemed as if something was wriggling and struggling in the boundless gray fog at an infinite height, eager to descend into the world and merge into his body...

  Zhou Mingrui seemed to have been drained of his strength and thoughts by the mumbling. He wanted to cover his head, wanted to scream, wanted to escape from here, but his body and mind gradually became sluggish, as if he was gradually turning into a puppet...

  Suddenly, the starlight that he had seen when he was attracted by the blue eyes reappeared. Zhou Mingrui opened his eyes with difficulty and saw dots of light lingering around him, forming a chain-like barrier. On the other side, Mr. Men's eyes were also full of stars.

  So that's it... Bethel immediately understood what this young man with a difficult name was: the original mysterious resurrection vessel. The so-called luck-changing ritual was probably to pray to that person...

  In this case, the plan should be adjusted.

  Seeing that Zhou Mingrui could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, Bethel moved his fingers slightly, and the starlight chain sent him back to the sofa.

  "I think I understand your situation now," Bethel said in a friendly manner. "You came here because you were called by a great being. Don't ask who I am. Knowledge is pollution. You are not yet at the level where you can even glimpse His name."

  Zhou Mingrui shut his mouth obediently.

  He stood up and paced slowly in the room, "But... if you are willing to embark on an extraordinary path and become an angel, you may not be unqualified to understand Him..." He turned around and whispered in Zhou Mingrui's ear, "You may not have no chance to go home."

  Subconsciously dodging the sweeping hair, Zhou Mingrui asked cautiously, "What can I do for you?"

  "Very cautious," Bethel chuckled in his heart and praised generously, "This is the virtue of our path." He stood up and waved his hand. A piece of golden parchment appeared on the table, and a glass bottle filled with gray-black liquid appeared in Zhou Mingrui's hand. Bubbles rose and burst in the bottle from time to time.

  "This is the potion corresponding to 'Apprentice'. You should know that this is the starting sequence of the path mastered by the Abraham family.

  "And this is a contract. As long as you sign it, it will be valid until you become an angel."

  Bethel reached out, picked up the contract, and handed it to Zhou Mingrui, "All I want you to do is drink the potion, sign the contract, and become my student."

  It sounds like Madoka Magica... Zhou Mingrui silently lowered his head and looked at the contract. The format was unexpectedly formal, but at the end it was written in bold: At the right time, Bethel Abraham will take away Klein Abraham's □□. (The final right of interpretation of the above terms belongs to Bethel Abraham)

  What is □□? Before Zhou Mingrui could say anything, Bethel explained, "This is something related to that great being. But as I said just now, your life level is not high enough, and you will be polluted just by hearing its name. For the sake of your life, I will not write its real name, you just need to know that this is not your life."

  "Agree? Then sign below. It doesn't matter what name you use. It will always point to you." As he spoke, Bethel took out a gorgeous feather pen from the void. "Come on."

  Do I have a choice... Zhou Mingrui smiled bitterly in his heart. He took the pen, signed the original owner's name, and then picked up the potion and drank it all.

  After drinking the potion, he actually didn't feel any pain - this was beyond Zhou Mingrui's expectations. But it was also true. According to the original owner's memory, low-sequence Beyonders were controlled to a certain extent by high-sequence Beyonders, but due to the different characteristics of different pathways, the degree of control was different. The Angel King of the Apprentice Path was sitting next to him, so it was difficult for him to lose control.

  Bethel looked at him and nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, you are very talented. Even Abraham's direct descendants may not be as good as you. Okay, now I will teach you how to meditate."

  "Imagine a simple object in your mind, slowly sketch its shape, depict its details, and fill it with color... Well, don't imagine my eyes, or that bronze mirror, they are not as simple as you think."

  After trying to meditate with an intercontinental ballistic missile to no avail, Zhou Mingrui began to imagine a half-high black silk hat. Smooth, relatively hard, and shiny... As the details of the hat continued to improve, Zhou Mingrui felt that something that had been escaping since he drank the potion was gradually returning to his body.

  Seeing that Zhou Mingrui didn't react much, Bethel nodded slightly, stood up and said, "Okay, that's all for today. I will come to teach you the basic use of Beyonder abilities tomorrow. Now, you can go and rest."

  "Uh, okay..." That's it? Not bad... Zhou Mingrui secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

  "Oh, and here's this." Just as Zhou Mingrui was about to leave, Bethel called him again, raised his hand, and pointed at Zhou Mingrui's forehead through the air.

  A strange feeling enveloped Zhou Mingrui's whole body. He subconsciously looked down at his body, but did not see the expected starlight.

  Bethel retracted his hand. "This is 'Secret'. Apprentice Path Sequence 4 can have this ability. With it, you don't have to worry about being discovered by the servants."

  "Okay, go ahead."

  It's finally over... Zhou Mingrui heaved a sigh of relief, quickly got up, walked out of the study, and went downstairs to take a shower - before leaving, he followed his heart's will and helped Mr. Men close the door. With what Mr. Men said, he was not worried about the servants being disturbed, but worried that if he stayed like this any longer, he would catch a bad cold tomorrow.

  However, he did not dare to say a single word before Mr. Men allowed him to leave. He did not dare to say anything extra in front of this "Mr. Men". Although he - or He - seemed to be gentle at the moment, it was better to be respectful considering the ability He showed.

  When other people travel to other worlds, they all start with a golden finger, a grandfather who travels with them... I still have to smile at them... Uh, wait, in the original owner's memory, this Mr. Men is at least 500 years old, could it be... He is my destined "grandfather"...

  Zhou Mingrui almost laughed at his own thoughts. He suddenly shuddered, and then he felt a lot more relaxed. The cold that was about to break out seemed to have disappeared. This... a golden finger for traveling through time? Zhou Mingrui didn't dare to think too much, and quickly opened the door of the bathroom and went in.

  Upstairs, Bethel opened the five fingers of his left hand, moved his wrist slightly, and then retracted it as if nothing had happened.

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  Zhou Mingrui locked the bathroom door and slumped in the bathtub. His eyes were empty as he began to review the conversation he had just had with "Mr. Door" - Bethel Abraham.

  To be fair, Mr. Men had saved him from danger just now. Although he might have used him, he did not disregard his life. Moreover, he had originally planned to try this ritual in private. If he really did so, he would probably die inexplicably in some unknown corner, with unknown cause... Zhou Mingrui could not help but feel fear and quickly turned his attention back.

According to the information provided by the original owner's memory, Mr. Men should be considered...lawful neutral? At present, it seems unlikely that He will attack me again.

  Mr. Men is the most powerful person in the empire besides His Majesty. Becoming his student seems to be beneficial and harmless at the moment. Judging from his attitude, at least it is guaranteed that you will become an angel.

  I just don't know if I can go home if I become an angel...

  And the "indenture" whose key contents are unknown...

  After a long silence, he looked down at the back of his hand. Just now, after closing the door, he found four black spots appearing and disappearing there. A strange intuition told him that it represented something related to him. Thinking deeper, he could only see a vast gray fog.

  That's probably what Mr. Men wants.

  There was another silence. He said to himself with frustration, loss, pain, and melancholy, "From now on, I am Klein."

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  On the other side, Bethel was dispelling the historical projection in the study, staring at the bronze mirror with strange patterns.

  Abraham's death was probably not the fault of the child - he had been honest just now, and he had a million ways to confirm whether the man from another world was lying, but he didn't need to. The young child's clear, panic-stricken, yet forced calm brown eyes told it all.

  He is probably just the original mysterious resurrection master, a young man who was inexplicably exiled to this world, a poor man fooled by fate.

  But that adopted descendant of the family, the child who appeared on the rooftop due to the unknown arrangement of the Lord of Mysteries, wasn't he innocent as well?

  Destiny... The Grand Duke of the Empire, the King of Angels, second only to one man and above millions of men, the great Gate of All Doors stood in the study and let out a long, long sigh.

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  Regarding Amon's eyes, the original book describes Xiao Ke's fight against aggregation after Xiao Ke defeated Amon, the content is as follows:

One "Time Worm" extraordinary characteristic, one "Star Key" extraordinary characteristic, one... Klein's spirit was like being bitten and swallowed by an invisible monster, causing him to feel extremely painful.

In the end, a pair of eyeballs that seemed to be made of pure starlight and contained layers of illusory doors and a monocle made of a piece of crystal were reassembled and formed. They rushed towards Klein's face and towards the eye sockets of the mask.

  So let's assume that Amen's eyes are his uniqueness...

  From now on, the passages quoted from the original text in the main text will be bolded and underlined, and only the key points marked by the author are bolded.

  In addition, the author is a senior in high school, and it seems that he is slow to update (I hope not) nor is he running away... I am currently writing a reunion dumplings article for Menke, and I hope to finish it before the Chinese New Year...