Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 254 Become a Magnetic Psychopath, Alger

On the Karen Fantasy.

Otto, after taking the "Mediocre Man" potion, experienced for the first time that it didn't melt in his mouth.

Before this, even the most incompatible "fortune teller" had digested most of it the moment it entered their mouth.

But this doesn't seem to work.

Was it because he never considered himself an "ordinary commoner" from beginning to end? Was he really that arrogant?

Otto began to reflect.

"Ordinary people"—anyone on this ship could easily play that role.

But he couldn't accept that; his talent wouldn't allow him to consider himself an ordinary person.

Even during his weakest and most unfavorable period, he was still the young master of the Apocalypse family.

And, most importantly.

He was Karen's great inventor.

It was true before, it is true now, and it will always be true in the future.

This has been certified by the Pure Love Greatsword Heavenly Fire Judgment.

Otto stood up, pushed open the door, and went out, determined to see how his crew members were playing the role of "ordinary people".

After wandering around the boat for a few minutes, he arrived at the entrance of the gym.

I just happened to see John being kicked out of the gym by a few big guys.

Otto blinked, puzzled.

Why is it him again who's causing problems?
Is he some kind of innately unlucky savior?
As Otto got closer, he overheard a conversation between several people.

"Are you of mixed Fussac and ancestry?" A burly man stopped John.

The big guy was called Pubo, and he was also a half-Foss.

“No,” John asked, puzzled.

“That’s right.” Park Baek-cheol nodded.

"Please understand that only half-Fusars are allowed to enter today."

His crew members all came from colonized islands.

Most of them have low levels of education, and they name their hometowns in a simple and straightforward way.

It is usually used to refer to things that are abundant on the island of one's hometown.

For example, John's hometown had relatively outstanding rice, so they called it "Rice Island".

Take, for example, Lulton, a Highlander. Although he was of mixed Fussac descent, he was born on a colony island. That island was famous for its bitter melons, hence its name, Bitter Melon Island.

People from different islands tend to form small cliques, which can lead to discord.

Lulton's voice suddenly came from the gym: "Can't you think about your own problems? Isn't it all because of the problems on your Rice Island?"

“No?” John pointed at himself. “How did this end up on our Rice Island? Weren’t we just saying we were half-Fossians?”

Suddenly, loud laughter came from inside the room.

"Mi Xiaozi has broken down!"

"My poor father is right!"

"Not as good as Mijia Bunny Girl!"

"Anything that comes up, just shift the blame to Mi, and you'll be right!"

"Anti-American sentiment is greater than everything else!"

"I'm willing to be a dog for the people of Ruen in order to fight against the Americans!"

"Then you should get off the ship."

"what?"

Otto didn't want to get involved in these things and turned to leave.

He should go and observe some more anthropomorphic creatures instead.

…………

On the high seas, pirates share three iconic hobbies: strong liquor, women, and gambling. Alger simply pulled out his silver pocket watch, glanced at it, and knew where he should first gather information.

It was only a quarter past 11 o'clock. The brothels and bars were not yet open, but the casinos were sure to have already gathered a bunch of guys who wanted to get rich easily.

Since joining the Tarot Club, Alger hasn't actually gambled big at a casino in a long time.

Before, there were wins and losses, but since joining the Tarot Club, there has only been losses.

Mr. Fool is the King of Yellow and Black who holds good fortune, so he definitely has nothing to do with Mr. Fool.

So, perhaps he foresaw that Mr. Fool had used up all his luck. Alger often thought this.

Alger knew the port city of Bayam even better than his hometown. He navigated the winding streets almost without hesitation, arriving at a casino tucked away in a quiet alley, its exterior unmarked. Alger pulled his thick brown coat tighter, adjusted his mainland-style cap, pushed open the half-closed door, and entered the casino under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards.

The moment Alger entered, his gaze went straight to one person.

He was so conspicuous that even though everyone around him seemed to ignore him for some reason, Alger spotted him immediately.

He took off his hat and strode over to the man who was playing cards and had a red mask hanging on the side of his head.

“Mr. Demon.” He remembered that Serres had told him not to be too respectful, so he didn’t act too humble and just greeted him politely.

"Oh, you're here?" Serres, still annoyed by the new trash trump card, noticed Alger approaching.

He immediately stood up, casually stuffed the cards into the hand of another pirate next to him, and then pressed that pirate back into his original position.

The pirate seemed oblivious, and began to examine his hand.

"Shit!" he cursed.

Serres then led Alger aside and began to talk casually.

“Mr. Demon, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Alger said with a smile.

“No, I came here specifically to see you.” But Serres clearly had no intention of exchanging pleasantries.

“I see,” Alger said, his smile unchanged. “Is there anything I can do for you? I’ll go prepare it right away…”

“No, no.” Serres waved his hand dismissively. “Exactly, don’t you think you’re practically the most special one at the current Tarot gatherings?”

Alger paused, then began to think.

Am I special? What makes me special?
Are they going to kick me out of the Tarot Club?

Did I do something wrong recently that made Mr. Fool abandon me...?

"Alright, stop thinking nonsense." Serres waved his hand in front of Alger, dispelling his chaotic thoughts, which made Alger breathe a sigh of relief.

"Haven't you noticed? Almost everyone in the Tarot Club has opportunities outside of the Tarot Club," Serres pointed out directly.

"Miss Justice is a magical girl; Mr. World, Miss Emperor, and Miss Wheel of Fortune have Mr. Fool as their backers. The Sun and the Moon are respectively backed by Silver City and the entire vampire clan. Mr. Tower is a false god, and Miss Magician..."

He paused slightly, his expression somewhat strange, as he said this.

"Miss Magician, don't worry about this, and it's best not to even think about it."

"Anyway, you're the only one right now without any cheat codes, haven't you noticed?"

Because Russell had coined the term "cheat," Alger understood it easily.

His mind raced, and he immediately understood Mr. Devil's idea.

Alger immediately lowered his head, concealing the corners of his mouth that he couldn't help but smile.

"You're too kind, Mr. Devil."

"Heh." Serris chuckled. "What are you pretending for? A young man should be full of youthful vigor."

"Without an invincible heart, how can you become a powerful figure at sea?"

Upon hearing this, Alger immediately raised his head, his face beaming with an undisguised smile: "Mr. Devil is right."

Serres looked at Alger and asked, "Do you think your beliefs are firm?"

Alger thought for a moment and said, "I think I'm still firm in my beliefs."

"So, do you believe you can forge your own 'path'? A path you'll steadfastly walk even without recognition, understanding, or surrounded by nonsensical, baseless doubts."

Alger pondered Serres's words.

I thought of my past self. That was a long, long time ago.

How long? He couldn't remember anymore.

Where exactly was that time?
He can't remember either.

All I remember is a mixed-race boy with dark blue hair who was chosen to join the Storm Church headquarters as a member of the children's choir. However, due to his slightly lacking singing talent, he was quickly dismissed and sent back to the small chapel on his birth island to serve as a servant. The priest there was a very rude person to his subordinates.

I can't remember the specific details, I only remember that it hurt a lot when I was punched, and I only know that power and status are very important.

Whenever he recalls this experience, his expression becomes quite solemn, yearning to rise to a higher position.

"It seems you already have the answer in your heart." Serres nodded in satisfaction.

"You don't need to tell me your answer. Nobody cares about your past, and I'm no exception."

"However, I have already sensed your domineering intentions."

"Although it is very weak, although it is only a little bit, although you are so weak that you are just a caterpillar."

"But I have indeed felt your domineering thoughts, and I have indeed understood your ambition."

A book appeared in Serres's hand at some point, and he slapped it onto Alger's chest.

Alger reached out and took the book. He could see that he didn't recognize the words, but he could easily understand them.

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(End of this chapter)