As for why other transmigrators didn't leave their mark on history—well, that's obvious. For one, much of the Fourth Epoch and earlier history is fragmented, so it's possible earlier transmigrators did big things that just didn't survive in records.
Plus, people have different personalities. While Roselle was a flamboyant transmigrator, it's perfectly normal for others to be low-key and avoid the spotlight.
Klein was more concerned about two other issues. First, what happened to this "hometown" transmigrator afterward? The diary only covered up to the point where the Zoroast was caught by Amon, kept as a "snack" for future harvest, while secretly plotting escape. Though the diary's tone suggested they eventually got away, the abrupt end left Klein uneasy.
Second, the description of the Zoroast family: an ancient Beyonder lineage, rich in esoteric knowledge but fallen from grace, with a nemesis named Amon, and family members choosing between Marauder, Seer, or Apprentice pathways.
Klein: …
Why did that sound so familiar?
He thought of his newly minted teacher, and a wild guess hit him—could Evah have written this diary?
But then Klein dismissed the idea. It didn't add up. Evah had no reason to let his diary circulate, and he was a Seer, not a Thief.
"Still, it's possible Jack wrote it for fun, but what's the point?" Klein mused, though he felt this was unlikely. There was no clear motive.
"But maybe he doesn't need a motive. Could just be for kicks…" Thinking of Evah's playful streak during their interactions, Klein suddenly found the idea plausible again.
After all, a goofy college student could do anything and it'd make sense.
Unable to reach a conclusion, Klein didn't dwell on it. He continued hosting the Tarot Club, sharing his newly crafted honorific name with Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man, instructing them to try praying after they left.
Once the Tarot Club ended and he sent Audrey and Alger off, Klein frowned at the diary in his hands.
After a moment, he materialized a pendulum and began a divination: "Jack Jones wrote this diary page."
The result came quickly: negative.
The diary wasn't from Jack Jones.
Klein trusted divinations conducted above the gray fog. He looked thoughtful. "So there really is a fourth transmigrator…"
Recalling how Evah mentioned Amon with wariness but not outright fear, Klein had another theory. "Could Jack's attitude toward Amon come from reading this Zoroast transmigrator's diary?"
"Hm, but even if that's true, it doesn't rule out Jack actually being part of the Zoroast family. The two aren't mutually exclusive."
…
While Klein was brainstorming above the gray fog, Evah was in a faculty office at Tingen University, chatting with Azik about Fourth Epoch history.
"…Mr. Azik, you really are a wealth of knowledge. You even know about this," Evah said sincerely. In their discussion, he'd picked up plenty of fascinating tidbits—whether from Azik's expertise as a history professor or his memories as a Death Consul, Luo Lin wasn't sure.
Either way, he came out ahead.
"Your perspectives are quite intriguing too. They've given me some new insights," Azik said with a gentle smile. He sipped his coffee, then, as if recalling something, asked, "Are you still helping Klein investigate the Antigonus family and The Fool?"
Compared to Klein, Azik was only mildly curious about these matters. With a busy workload, he hadn't kept up with the investigation's progress.
Evah nodded, smiling. "Klein's a good friend, and I'm pretty interested in this stuff myself. Oh, I've also been looking into the Abraham family lately—another major noble family from the Fourth Epoch. Have you heard of them, Mr. Azik?"
"Abraham…" Azik's hand, stirring his coffee, paused. He looked thoughtful for several seconds before saying, "I only remember that their ancestor was called Mr. Door."
"Mr. Door…" Evah put on a suitably stunned expression, then, as if struck by realization, said, "So that's what 'Door' means."
"Thank you, Mr. Azik. You've cleared up some of my questions," Evah added quickly.
"No need to thank me. I didn't do much," Azik said, shaking his head gently.
Evah glanced at Azik, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He glanced around, confirming the office was empty, then lowered his voice. "Mr. Azik, do you… do you also know about mysterious powers?"
Azik went silent for a few seconds, clearly caught off guard by Evah's boldness. But he didn't deny it, saying mildly, "I do know a bit about the mystical realm."
"I knew it…" Evah grinned, looking like he'd guessed as much, then added with excitement and anticipation, "I'm a Seer. What pathway are you on, Mr. Azik?"
This time, Azik was truly speechless. Over the past few days, he'd noticed Evah's naive, unworldly side, but he hadn't expected him to just drop a self-exposing bombshell like that.
Chuckling despite himself, Azik cautioned, "Don't casually tell others your Pathway. It's dangerous."
Even with his fragmented memories, Azik knew that in Beyonder battles, information was critical. No matter how powerful a Beyonder, knowing their Pathway made them vulnerable to targeting.
"I'm not telling just anyone. You're not a bad guy, Mr. Azik," Evah muttered softly. "If it was someone else, I wouldn't say a word. I'm not stupid."
"I suspect you've probably told Klein about this too," Azik said, calm and gentle.
Evah's eyes widened. He looked at Azik, then, as if struck by a revelation, said, "Oh, right! You and Klein have known each other for so long—you must know each other's situations." His acting was so flawless it deserved an Oscar.
(End of Chapter)