After opening the "Gate of the Mind-Body," Caine still carefully extracted memories related to "The Fool," gathering them together and integrating them onto the gray mist. Then he saw Odile, with her golden hair flowing smoothly down her back and her pale silk scarf wrapped around her eyes, ascending step by step along the materialized ancient stone staircase from the vast sea of collective unconsciousness toward her own island of the mind. After a moment's hesitation, Caine no longer allowed his own consciousness to remain elevated in the spiritual sky, relinquishing control and letting it return and merge with the others—otherwise, during the subsequent psychological therapy, he would remain absolutely rational, untouched by the various memories, thus losing the potential to enhance his humanity. This meant that Odile's therapy was destined to fail from the very beginning. Upon reaching the island that felt more like a dream world through spiritual intuition, Odile paused and gently opened her arms. She immediately recalled her parents' affection, her excitement upon becoming remarkable, and her genuine joy when truly helping others, thereby shifting her own emotional state and radiating corresponding waves outward. This was her way of awakening Germaine Sparrow's memories related to humanity—an exceptional manifestation of empathy. One after another, vivid scenes—some precious, others deeply moving—flashed through Audrey's consciousness. Beneath her, the surface of the island representing Kline's mind gradually rose, pierced through the "soil" by flickers of light like fireflies. In each of these glimmers, different scenes unfold: "a child with short legs stepping forward to take a ice cream"; "a student hiding behind a textbook, quietly reading novels and comics"; "a young man sitting at his computer desk at home, deeply immersed in a game, when suddenly he hears the soft sound of a key turning in the lock—his heart leaps; he forcefully shuts down the computer, rushes back to his room, and feels a joyful giddiness as he realizes his actions have gone unnoticed. He then dashes to the living room to ask his mother for change, and later strolls over to his father, casually asking about his studies"; "a young man and his companion push a shy friend toward the corridor, placing him face-to-face with the person he has been secretly in love with, then turn around to laugh and chatter loudly"; "a still somewhat youthful man quietly watches a figure moving away from below, yet finds himself unable to speak"; "a staff member, now slightly rounded in the abdomen, returns home on vacation, impatiently waving his hands to his parents, asking them not to serve him dishes or introduce potential dates, yet as the moment settles, he finds himself gazing at his parents' silvering hair, lost in quiet Two transparent droplets slid slowly down either side of his nose, falling into the void. Cain closed his eyes, his expression both gentle and melancholic. Within the island of his mind, Odile seemed to have transformed into a vortex of emotions, gathering memories belonging to kindred souls. As countless glowing points—like fireflies—spread across the upper half of the island, a soft, pale mist began to seep throughout. Within this mist, a luminous gate, tinged with hints of deep green and black, appeared and faded in and out, composed of individual ethereal and radiant spheres. Each sphere's core was a creature—transparent, segmented, or shimmering like stars—interlacing and embracing one another, resembling beings from myth and legend. At first glance, the gate seemed odd, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that its surroundings were profoundly dark, as though draped in a long, deep black cloak with a hood. Thus, viewed as a whole, it appeared as if a mysterious figure, whose true nature remained hidden beneath the cloak. The very next moment, slender, smooth, and ethereal tentacles surged forth from the deep black robe of the "mysterious figure." Though Audrey's consciousness could neither see nor hear, her intuitive spirit sensed an intense sense of danger—a vast sea composed of pollution was about to engulf her perception. No, this was no illusion! She was certain that if the situation continued as it was, she would contract a severe mental illness, possibly losing her sanity and spiraling into uncontrollable chaos. Determined to stabilize herself and weaken the pollution ahead, Audrey focused her full energy. The glowing, firefly-like points floating above the island rapidly gathered, illuminating the grayish mist and softening the deep black surrounding the strange portal, causing the mysterious, intricately patterned tentacles to retract. This was precisely why Kline had chosen to undergo psychological treatment only after achieving sufficient mental stability and managing to temporarily suppress the resurgence of the "Divine Sovereign's" will. This allowed Audrey to sense the diminishing danger, so she immediately conducted a mental analysis of her own and then promptly "calmed" the polluted area, performing a genuine form of "hypnosis." Repeating this process over and over again, Audrey couldn't recall how much time it had taken before she finally achieved the initial, anticipated results. She then stepped out of Germaine Spalro's mental island and returned to her own body. ——This treatment was particularly challenging, so she did not use a "virtual persona"; instead, she directly engaged her own mental self. Upon sensing the treatment's completion, Kline raised his hand to wipe his face, allowing the "Fool" memories transplanted onto the gray mist to return to their original state. After a few seconds, Audrey removed the pale silk scarves tied around her eyes and nose, ending her self-hypnosis. She looked at the "World" figure across from her, speaking half to herself, half in wonder: "Is this what divine nature brings with it—mental challenges?" "It's truly frightening... Cain nodded gently. "Yes, every angel has it; the difference lies only in how severe it is—mild or very severe." "Even the Saints experience it, and so do those below the mid-tier of the extraordinary beings who haven't yet reached the level of half-gods," Audrey added, drawing on Gelman Sparrow's earlier explanation. "For extraordinary beings in the mid-to-lower tiers, the residual mental imprints of their past owners are relatively greater threats." Cain lifted a cup with golden trim, took a sip. "That's the harsh reality of the mystical world—our extraordinary abilities all stem from external sources, from the very nature of our exceptional traits." Audrey nodded first, then gently shook her head, pondering as she said: "I think perhaps it's not as pessimistic as that. Just as every human life depends on external elements—air, bread, meat, water, and so on." "As we absorb them, we also absorb their accompanying drawbacks, accumulating various issues and experiencing illness—yet this doesn't mean we must completely oppose them, treating them as absolute outsiders. Once absorbed, a portion of them will always belong to us. 'I'm not expressing myself very clearly, but I hope you can understand what I mean.'克莱恩听后怔了片刻，随后若有所思地回应道: 'Does the extraordinary being acquire extraordinary traits resemble humans enjoying food?' 'Then, with a calm mindset, without overly resisting—both opposing and cooperating, both suppressing and integrating?' 'That's probably it,' said Audrey, adding a self-deprecating smile. 'Though it seems there's also an underlying implication: humans will eventually die, and the extraordinary beings...' She paused, not wanting to unsettle the patient across from her." She then said, "Come back twice within this week, and you'll be able to maintain mental stability under normal conditions—well, normal conditions. 'And also, when you go to places you can remember or long for.'" Klein nodded and immediately asked, "What about your proposal on 'anger'?" Audrey's smile faded slowly, and her expression grew more serious. "What suggestions do you have?" Klein set down his teacup and spoke calmly, "Strictly speaking, the dangers you've brought are of two kinds: one, you've either actively or passively become involved in certain events, drawing powerful adversaries close to you, thereby affecting your family, relatives, friends, and innocent bystanders; the other, your very presence has caused certain powers to target the people you hold most dear, thereby threatening you directly." "For the second category, unless you have already passed away, you will never be able to avoid it—indeed, most of these situations originate from the first type. 'If you give up all your current identities within the world of mysticism and simply remain a devoted follower of Mr. The Fool and Miss Audrey Hall, no longer actively engaging in any matters involving the extraordinary or unstable elements, you can effectively mitigate the majority of the first-category risks, making the second-category occurrences rare. Under such conditions, the favor of the 'Goddess of Night' toward the Hall family, coupled with Mr. The Fool's protection, will be sufficient to handle those rare threats and ensure the safety of your family. Therefore, there is absolutely no need to create a separate identity. Audrey remained silent for a while, barely brushing her lips with her teeth, then asked: 'What if we did need to create a separate identity?' " "As long as you also make that identity believe in Mr. The Fool, it will be essentially the same as what I just described—the only difference being that from now on, you'll have to distance yourself from your family and friends, living and acting under a new identity." Kline's voice was slightly weighted, conveying a sense of gravity. "Also, will you be confident that Hermes can help you split your identity?" Audrey's inner composure was momentarily disrupted by this question, her eyes flickering. "But splitting one's identity should be a unique ability of Sequence 3, the Dreamweaver." She firmly believed she couldn't accomplish it on her own. Kline smiled slightly, then suddenly asked, "Can you directly enter the 'Garden of Eden' simply by relying on that 'Arrogance' mask?" Since Audrey had not been inclined to mention the Psychological Alchemy Circle, Kline had directly highlighted the key point. Audrey nodded gently, her expression a mix of surprise, curiosity, and something like recognition. "I can't pay you an equivalent compensation, and..." Before she could finish, Caine spoke with a stern demeanor. "On one hand, Adam has abandoned Mr. The Fool, nearly killing me. On the other, the end is near, and Mr. The Fool has foreseen certain developments—when those unfold, He may once again fall into slumber. As one of His followers, I too will not be spared. The compensation you need to offer is simply to endure such changes, and when the time comes, carry out dangerous tasks as per Mr. The Fool's final instructions, striving to awaken Him." Without giving Miss Justice time to absorb these words, Caine extended his right hand and swept it through the empty space ahead, drawing forth a pale, cold, ethereal mask of a personality. Relying on his own presence and on Audrey's trust in him, he forcibly summoned a projection of the "Proud" mask from the fissures of history. "It's connected to my soul and consciousness—others can't use it." Audrey, observing the situation, instinctively pointed out the issue. "Give me a strand of hair," said Caine calmly. Without hesitation, Audrey plucked a golden hair strand and handed it to Germaine Sparrow. Caine took the hair and wound it around the eye openings of the personhood mask. Then, holding the silk hat in one hand and the gray-white mask in the other, he slowly rose to his feet. During this process, he activated the "Source Fortress," manipulating the rules with skill. Click! The "Arrogance" mask fitted seamlessly onto Caine's face, and instantly, before his eyes, a series of animals dressed as humans and walking upright appeared. He stepped directly into the "Garden of Eden." Gazing at the black church in the city center, its stone embedded with a skull, Caine gave a slight smile, drew out the "Staff of the Star," and placed the silk hat upon his head.