Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 6 Mr. Fool must have some deeper meaning

Da da da.
In the uneasy silence, The Fool stopped tapping on the table, raised his head, and smiled at the anxious gazes of the three people. “I prefer equal exchange.”

"Every Monday at 3 p.m., try to stay alone. I need to try a few more times, and then you might be able to take time off to avoid special circumstances."

This is a disguised agreement to the request.

The three of them were clearly delighted. Audrey even let go of her reservedness and said excitedly, "I think we should also come up with a nickname. After all, we should have names for each other, but they can't be our real names."

"Good idea." The Fool, also known as Zhou Mingrui, said briefly and easily.

"Well, Mr. Fool, your name comes from a tarot card, and..." After getting the answer, Audrey touched her chin, looked around at the twenty-two seats, and suddenly clapped her hands happily as if she had solved a mystery.

"I've decided. I'll use the tarot cards to choose. My title is, 'Justice'!"

"Come to think of it, Emperor Roselle only used that as a reference for the development of tarot cards after he created the twenty-two cards with mysterious powers. Hmm, am I right?"

Philip nodded, recalling his parents' casual conversation, and said, "Indeed, it is said that the deck of cards created by Emperor Roselle, who viewed the Blasphemous Slate, records the twenty-two divine paths."

Mr. Fool is unexpectedly kind, actually allowing such a casual attitude. Well, much better than my previous homeroom teacher. He continued, "Then, I'll choose 'moderation'."

Alger frowned slightly, glanced obscurely at the Fool above him, then immediately relaxed and said in a deep voice, "The Hanged Man."

He was afraid that Mr. Fool would be unhappy.

Because of his previous record, combined with Miss Justice's actions just now, Philip quickly guessed what was going on.

I wonder what Mr. Hanged Man's expression would be like if he knew I had just tried to play with the gray fog in Mr. Fool's domain. I guess it would be hard for him to hold it in. He thought so, but it was hard for him to smile. As he recalled the incident, he keenly realized that something was wrong.

With just a few gestures, he could manipulate the gray fog to create the palace. His actions just now were like playing with his hair. How could he not notice?
So he noticed it, but accepted it?
Yes, there must be some deeper meaning.
“Okay, let’s end today’s gathering here.” The Fool knocked lightly on the long bronze table, announcing the end of this Tarot Club.

Audrey, who still had a lot to say, felt a little depressed. However, she didn't dare to disobey. She could only follow Alger and Philip, bowing her head and saying respectfully, "I will obey your will."

The crimson light shone again, and a voice tinged with laughter rang out at the final moment, like a dream, making it impossible to distinguish direction and reality:

"See you next time."

In the hotel in Tingen City, Philip covered his forehead with his hands, and the deep red in his eyes gradually faded, but he could still vaguely see the strange gray-white mist through the reality in front of him.

Is anyone else like me?

Philip lowered his eyes slightly and shook his head. "No, I just touched the long table lightly, and a few wisps of the gray mist that created the long table were controlled by me. It's like, just like..."

The permissions used in group chats or various games, yes, permissions that cannot be any smaller!
Philip's thoughts exploded in his mind, he understood, he had gotten rid of the misconceptions in his thinking, he understood everything!

Mr. Fool's gray fog space and my own shadow world are probably special areas like the kingdom of God. I guess he or He noticed my shadow world, so he did this.

Because Mr. 'The Hanged Man' and Miss 'Justice' were present, He did not say it explicitly, nor did He intentionally keep me here. Instead, He implicitly granted me some small permissions, with the intention of... I could also try it myself in that shadow world?
Even if it wasn't, the general direction should be correct. Philip patted his forehead, almost crying because of his stupidity just now. He even subconsciously imagined the possibility that the other party was unaware.

Now that I think about it, it was probably just a small reminder from the other party on a whim.

Of course, it is also possible that this opportunity is essentially a cover to plot against the shadow world in him or something else, but there is no point thinking about it now.

He made a prayer gesture, thanked Mr. Fool in his heart, then closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts, preparing to enter the previous shadow world to verify his idea.

However, after a few seconds, Philip opened his eyes confusedly, blinked twice, and muttered to himself in confusion: "But... how do I get into that place?"

And that place doesn't look safe at all.

Tingen City, lower Iron Cross Street, second floor of "the most cost-effective apartment in Tingen City".

Zhou Mingrui slowly sat down on the bed, watching the four black dots forming a square on the back of his hand slowly fade away and disappear into his body. "So, from now on, I don't need to prepare staple food, I can just focus on the steps and spells?"

Unfortunately, the luck-changing ritual couldn't improve my luck, nor could it allow me to return home. Zhou Mingrui's inner pain, frustration, and sorrow were brewing. To relieve it, he could only think of the following:

"Yeah, but it can be considered as opening a group chat for Beyonders. Even though I, who knows nothing, was the group leader, I was lucky enough to fool them, but..."

He thought of the strange situation of Mr. Temperance above the gray fog just now. It seemed that he also had some connection with the gray fog, at least different from "Justice" and "The Hanged Man"!
"Maybe he knows something, but I can't take the risk. If I'm exposed, the consequences will be disastrous." Zhou Mingrui covered his exhausted head, insisting on not collapsing.

"At least, I have to wait until I study this gray foggy space and find a way to become a Beyonder. Next Monday, after Miss Justice sends the ghost shark blood to the Hanged Man, I might be able to hear the recipe for the Audience potion at the party."

"After that, I'll try to find a way to slowly explore the relationship between Mr. Temperance and the gray fog. Perhaps..." He murmured softly, with a hint of anticipation, hoping that the result would be as he expected.

The gray fog space caused by the luck-changing ritual, the unidentified members, and the unknown mysterious world that was almost endless darkness all made Zhou Mingrui want to retreat.

But this is the only hope.

He wants to go home.

Zhou Mingrui shouldn't stay here. The place he wants to go is Earth, where he has family, friends, the internet, delicious food, and a sense of belonging that truly belongs to him.

"Unfortunately, Zhou Mingrui can't go back now, so I can only be Klein Moretti for the time being."

Klein shook his head and prepared to stand up and walk to his desk to write down the words he had just heard at the party and study them.

However, last night's sleeplessness and the recent exhaustion impacted his mind, causing his eyelids to droop and close uncontrollably. Even if he gripped the edge of the bed tightly with his fingers and exerted force, it only caused his body to protest more and more.

Finally, with his last bit of consciousness, he dropped his head onto the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)