Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 231 Welcoming this Great Solar Eclipse
That sounds familiar. Klein felt like he'd heard it somewhere before.

Oh, I remember now. Xing said something similar when he first ascended into the gray fog.

Ah, so that passage wasn't Xing's melodramatic monologue?

What I thought was a two-year-old's teenage angst suddenly came out; it looks like they're planning to twist his head off and use it as a ball.

“This…sounds like the Warrior path,” Roselle stroked his beard, analyzing. “It can probably be compared to something like this…”

Nicardoli clearly had no interest in listening to their suggestions for a solution.

He hurled the golden spear into the air. The spearhead pierced the heavens, splitting into countless translucent, slender spears that fell like rain.

The sky cracked open, causing both day and night to burn.

At the same time, the ground cracked open, and golden flames and beams of light burst through the ground and shot into the sky.

However, they didn't see Roselle do anything. Every spear perfectly avoided them. Although the flames and beams of light burst from the ground beneath the three of them, they seemed to be distorted and scattered in all directions, bypassing them.

“Just like Miss Justice said, as long as I’m by your side, everything will become simple, and adventures won’t serve as a training ground.” Rosell turned to look at the two people behind him.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Audrey played the perfect straight man.

"I'll watch from the sidelines and intervene if necessary." He smugly touched his slightly curly hair. "You see, with me here, this game is completely pointless..."

His hand, which was resting on his head, suddenly reached out to the side and back, and forcefully grasped the black longsword that was slashing down from the side.

A black, vortex-like object appeared above my head and behind me.

Two semi-transparent figures in black robes burst out from within, one slashing at Rosell's lower back with a horizontal blade, the other thrusting at the top of Rosell's head.

"Oh, it seems we don't need it." A torrent of complex knowledge surged over, and Roselle grabbed it, gathering all the surrounding information into his palm, condensing it into a phantom ball of light.

The information inside the sphere of light was instantly distorted, covered, and altered.

Just before the two longswords were about to strike Roselle, the sphere of light exploded, spreading outwards in a diffuse manner.

Centered on Russell, the surrounding data was rewritten.

The distance between the two semi-transparent figures and Rosell was infinitely stretched, while the distance between them was infinitely shortened.

The next second, one figure's head was pierced, and another figure was cut in half at the waist.

The two figures seemed fragile, breaking apart one after the other.

As the data was rewritten, Russell and his surroundings changed.

Before the two spaces were separated, Roselle glanced at the two of them with a chuckle.

"Then you two keep up the good work." As His teasing voice fell, space distorted, separating Roselle and Klein into two different spaces.

He recreated the scene inside the mausoleum that he was familiar with here.

The thick stone wall rises from the ground, painted with Russell's great achievements.

On the high platform, there was a chair that looked like it was prepared for a giant. It was made of iron and its surface was engraved with intricate and twisted strange patterns. The top of the backrest extended upwards into the shape of a crown.

Rosell, wearing a crown, sat majestically on his throne, while the black-robed man who had just attacked Rosell appeared below the platform, at the entrance to the mausoleum.

He has a title on his head.

The Fire Thief (???%).

The Fire Thief? That's a cool name too. Rosell thought to himself.

The question mark means... is this an enhancement or an incomplete version? I can't tell...

Russell propped his head up with one hand and raised the other, making a "let's begin" gesture like a judge on a variety show.

Meanwhile, an eye twisted out of Roselle's head, as if to see if he had the same handsome title.

It's a pity we don't have it. But it's okay.

Data condensed above His head, coalescing into black characters that shimmered with light.

Black Emperor.

The black-robed man, known as the "Fire Thief," pointed his sword at Roselle, displaying an air of fearlessness in the face of death.

Black vortexes appeared one after another around him, and clones stepped out from the vortexes, seemingly poised to surround Roselle.

But as soon as he took a step forward, his body suddenly went limp, and he almost lost his balance.

Rosell twisted his clone, turning "consuming power to create clones" into "divide power to create clones".

The original clones evenly distributed the Fire Thief's power, causing him to momentarily lose his balance.

He wanted to take back his clone, but found that the clone seemed to have developed its own consciousness. As long as it didn't die, it couldn't be considered a clone.

"So now, who do you think is the real one?" Rosell smiled as he looked down at the dozen or so Fire Thieves below.

Russell had already figured out the rules here.

Even bosses have self-awareness and are afraid of death.

As for why they would attack players participating in the simulated universe, it's probably because, in their understanding of the universe, players are labeled as "enemies."

This means that it is not impossible to change course or to negotiate.

So now, will you fight amongst yourselves?
Russell was looking forward to it.

But what happened next disappointed Him.

Those clones seemed to have no intention of vying for the "original body's" position; they charged towards Roselle with great decisiveness.

"Such a decisive sacrifice... I'm starting to wonder who you really are." Roselle's eyes condensed into one complex and illusory symbol after another, as if he wanted to pour a large amount of sparse, useless knowledge into the minds of the fire-stealers in front of him, to burst their brains.

A flood of useless information instantly filled the clones' brains. The next second, the conceptual "filling" was distorted into a physical "filling." Their brains exploded one after another, returning them to their original clone state, and they were reabsorbed back into the Fire Thief's body.

From the very beginning, the Fire Thief stood motionless in place, seemingly gathering power for a powerful attack.

With the return of his power, the Firewalker's skill casting bar was finally completed.

Rosell did not stop him, because he was curious about what kind of tricks the person in front of him could pull off.

A strangely shaped object appeared in the Fire Thief's left hand, resembling a priest's ritual implement. It was a long, thin "handle" with an incomplete circle attached to the very end.

He held his hands upright in front of him, one in front of the other, with the ritual implement in his left hand and the longsword in his right hand almost touching.

"Welcome to this magnificent solar eclipse!"

(End of this chapter)