Ring of Fate

Chapter 1005 Answers to Questions

Looking at her past self suspended in the transparent "cocoon", Franka's mind buzzed and many thoughts flashed through her mind, like boiling oatmeal.

"What on earth is this place?"

"Is this Mr. Fool or the psychological shadow of Tianzun?"

"Is this how I was placed in a 'cocoon' and hung on the light gate from the time I lost my memories until I completed the journey?"

"Are the other 'cocoons' filled with other members of the research group?"

"What do the three empty 'cocoons' represent?"

"Who hung us up?"

"This is very similar to the performance of a high-sequence 'Fortune Teller' pathway..."

"Did Tianzun do this?"

"So, this is Mr. Fool's psychological shadow?"

"he……"

The thought just flashed through Franka's mind when part of the gray mist dissipated behind the brilliant light gate, revealing a sphere.

That is the picture of looking down at the planet from the moon and the starry sky.

Franka then saw the north and south continents, the western continent covered with a layer of gray fog, and the eastern continent shrouded in darkness.

At the same time, a solemn voice echoed in her ears:

"There is a very ancient name here, called...

"Chernobyl!"

"There is a very ancient name here, called...

"Chernobyl!"

"..."

As the voice echoed, Franka stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar planet deep in the gray fog. She stared blankly at the four continents in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest, which had undergone some changes but the clues could still be seen. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Suddenly, she understood many questions, questions that she had not been able to answer in the past or had been avoiding certain answers and turning to other explanations:

"Why is it that this world also has 365 days a year, with one extra day every four years...

"Why is it that this world also has 24 hours a day, 60 minutes an hour, and 60 seconds a minute...

"Why is it that the human body structure in this world is exactly the same as that on Earth? Most of the elements can be found to correspond to each other...

"Why did Mr. Fool's dream take place in a modern city...

“Why is Mr. Fool’s secret doll town called Utopia…

"Why are Mr. Fool's incarnations called Gehrman Sparrow and Merlin Hermes...

"..."

Franka stared blankly at the planet that was both strange and familiar, and at the four continents in the east, south, west and north and the blue and dreamy ocean in her memory. She had no idea when salty, wet tears had already flowed down her face.

Her mind was telling her the answer, but her heart was refusing to accept it:

This world, maybe it's the Earth...

Franca's vision was already blurry, but she didn't dare close her eyes, for fear of seeing the scenes that always appeared before her eyes in her dreams at midnight.

Her heart was filled with intense shock, sadness, despair, and pain, which were almost identical to the strong emotions that permeated the area, and they were indistinguishable from each other, as if they were blending together:
Maybe we never left, but we can never go back.

…………

Trier, inside a luxurious villa.

In Franka's room, Ms. Judgment, Ms. Magician, and Ms. Justice have gathered around the bed.

"She's crying..." Ms. Judgment, who had been observing Franka's condition, suddenly spoke.

The corners of Franca's eyes became moist for some reason while she was sleeping. The traces of tears extended to both sides and disappeared into her flaxen hair which had turned much darker.

She seemed to be having an extremely sad dream.

At this moment, both Ms. Judgment and Ms. Magician were a little confused as to why the Two of Cups would cry silently while dreaming.

They had anticipated how Franka's expression would change in real life, and whether it would become distorted with pain, exaggerated with madness, or extreme bliss, these were all possibilities that could be speculated.

But why tears?

The tears that flowed were dominated by sadness and despair.

Had something happened to one of her companions?
Ms. Magician cast her eyes towards other rooms and found that Lumian, Janna, Anthony and Ludwig were all still alive, except for the first two, one with a cold expression, and the other could not hide his pain and anxiety even in his dream.

"Not 'comfortable'?" Ms. Judgment asked Ms. Justice who was doing mental and psychological analysis.

Since the mental pollution and emotional impact suffered in dreams will be reflected in reality, the corresponding psychological problems and mental illnesses treated in reality will also truly affect the person in the dream.

Dreams constructed with spirit and psychology as the core are difficult to distinguish between inside and outside in this regard, and truth and falsehood are mixed together.

Ms. Justice's emerald eyes showed a thoughtful expression:
"The current mood of the Two of Cups is filled with great despair, which is also a reflection of her true state.

"And what she needs now is despair, extreme despair."

Hearing this, Ms. Magician couldn't help but turn her head and look towards the night sky in the east.

She said in a low voice:

"Yes, the 'Two of the Holy Grail' has used the special power of dreams to forcibly advance. What it needs most now is despair, strong, huge despair.

“This will help her digest the potion quickly.

"I don't know exactly what she has seen and what she has encountered, but judging from the current situation, the part about 'making herself despair' should be enough. She will have to find an opportunity to 'make others despair' later."

Ms. Justice nodded slightly and said:

"Once the current despair of the Two of Cups subsides, I will provide psychological treatment.

"Now, she may need some other help."

As the Major Arcana, who was wearing a green dress with white stripes, spoke, the "Magician" lady half opened her arms.

In front of her, the stars gathered together to form an illusory but dazzling double door.

The door slowly opened, revealing a thin gray mist inside.

That stands for Dream City.

As an angel of the “door” path, it would be no problem for Ms. Magician to open a door and force her way into Mr. Fool’s dream.

Of course, it is unknown whether this forced intrusion will cause her to be watched on the spot, instantly lose control, or unknowingly become Tianzun's secret puppet.

In this case, unknown refers to the unknown of which of the two outcomes will occur, not whether either of the two outcomes will occur.

——According to the astrological results of Ms. Magician, there is only a very small possibility that I will not encounter anything, and this is also based on the premise that Mr. Fool has a certain advantage or the two great beings are in the stage of fierce fighting.

What she should do now is definitely not to rush in to save people, but to open such a door, establish a corresponding passage, and assist Ms. "Justice" who is the "Dream Weaver".

Originally, Ms. Justice could only monitor partial changes in the dream, and in a vague way. With such a door, she can directly exert a certain influence on some areas of the dream or the corresponding characters.

In this situation, there wasn't much she could do since she had been kicked out of the dream three times, but all they wanted to convey to Franca was that short sentence.

As the gate to the dream city opened, Ms. Justice closed her green eyes that seemed to reflect the human soul, raised her right hand, and sketched a dreamy and unreal symbol in the air.

…………

Mushu Hospital, on the second basement floor, at the edge of the elevator room.

Lumian stared into the illusory dark abyss, sniffed the slightly sweet and warm fragrance, endured the turmoil in his bones and desires, and felt like he was about to burn, and entered a state of emptiness and tranquility.

His spirit and thoughts gradually became scattered, and he became more and more numb to the speed of the passage of time.

Finally, he "saw" a mist tinged with a dark color and felt that he was walking in such a mist.

Just like the last time, he saw the outlines of various buildings, something like a train running on the blurry streets, and a lady with a round fan of flowers and birds covering her face approaching him in a two-wheeled covered cart pulled by someone.

He flew up, flew into the depths of the thick fog, and flew to somewhere in this strange city.

There was a strange tower left, only a black shadow, and the bottom of the tower exuded an indescribable gloom and horror.

Lumian suppressed his inner fear and the trembling of his body, descended, entered the tower, and headed straight to the bottom.

He immediately saw an ancient well that was immersed in darkness. His eyes saw that the walls of the well were made of moss-covered stone slabs, and he saw black iron chains locked on the stone slabs, hanging down into the depths of the well.

There were a lot of reliefs on the surface of these chains, but they were blurry and difficult for Lumian to distinguish.

Lumian couldn't help but stick his head out and try to look at the bottom of the ancient well.

What met his eyes was a rich, eerie blood color.

It seemed to be made up of countless amounts of blood.

Then, Lumian smelled a fishy smell mixed with rust.

He turned his gaze to his nose blankly and found that blood had been flowing from the tip of his nose at some point, just like real blood.

Suddenly, Lumian saw out of the corner of his eye that his head and face were reflected clearly in the blood-red well water.

The palm of his right hand suddenly became burning hot, and a crazy and violent aura rushed out like a flood.

This was blocked by a feeling of cold and dead silence.

In addition to the process of spiritual communication, Lumian, who was on the B2 floor of Mushu Hospital, began to tremble noticeably.

His hair fluttered, his face was sometimes the bright Lumiana, sometimes the more handsome security guard Li Ming, his chest was sometimes bulging, sometimes calming, his breath was sometimes feminine and charming, sometimes masculine and violent...

He kept switching between these two states. If one of them was missing, his body would not be able to bear it and would quickly collapse, turning into an out-of-control monster.

Lumian, standing at the edge of the ancient well, felt a terrifying will that could destroy everything, and felt that it was looking at him from the depths of the ancient well.

Even with the ability of the "Ascetic", even though he had been forcibly controlling himself, Lumian could not help but break away from the secret ceremony and opened his eyes.

His right palm was still stinging, more intensely than ever before, and his eyes were a deep black, a dark color devoid of any life or even death.

Before his eyes, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the empty and dark abyss, circling towards the bottom.

(End of this chapter)