Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 259 Chicken Basketball and Dreams

Klein conjured a candy-shaped greatsword in his hand, raised it high, and slashed down.

At the same time, Maiviti rolled over, his eyes turned blood red, hair grew on his face, his teeth became sharp, and his fingernails became long and thin.

With his hands crossed, his fingernails held the heavy sword as it descended from above.

Squall, one of McVitie's men, had appeared behind Klein without anyone noticing.

His face was expressionless, his eyes calm, like a cold-blooded person who had lost all emotions and was left with only indifference.

But his movements were swift, and the dagger in his hand plunged straight into Klein's back.

But his hand passed right through it, without any resistance. It caused no harm whatsoever.

Klein's figure faded and disappeared, leaving only an attractive little ball in place. A strange pulling sensation dragged the dagger in Squall's hand and Maiviti's claws toward each other.

On the other side, fireballs flew from Danitz's hands, heading towards Huntley, who stood high above on the flying carpet.

With a whooshing sound, fireballs scattered in mid-air—one, two, three… Countless fire crows, like crimson stars, filled Hunterley’s field of vision. They flew in from all directions, flapping their wings, densely packed, scorching hot.

Huntley's heart skipped a beat, his eyes almost freezing. His hand, which had been about to continue throwing plants, immediately changed direction and grabbed another material.

He tossed a clump of fine, pale blue powder above himself, and murmured in ancient Hermetic, "Waves!"

The powder instantly expanded, transforming into deep blue waves that swept outwards.

When they encountered the fire crows, they made hissing noises and created a large amount of white mist.

Danitz, however, wore a smug smile on his face, as if his scheme had succeeded.

I'm nothing more than a ruthless Gehrman transmitter.

Let bygones vanish with Gehrman, the illusions of the past.

In the white mist, the figure of a fire crow suddenly swelled up just before it was about to dissipate.

Klein leaped out of the expanding fire crow.

Two pistols appeared in Klein's hands, one on his left and one on his right.

Click.

The gears of time are stuck.

Klein activated the time-stop pistol "Red Dead Redemption" with his left hand.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

As Klein activated the time stop, he raised his hand and fired a shot each at Hunterley's forehead, chest, and abdomen with his right hand's Heavenly Judgment.

boom!
A massive explosion occurred.

…………

The scene before Derrick's eyes shattered, and he heard strange noises.

"The 2.5-year period has come to an end. Welcome back the King of Chickens! All Black Chickens, crow in unison!"

The fragmented images came together again, and Derrick realized he was in an endless grassland, with white clouds dotting the blue sky and a river flowing through the grass.

"Is this...is this also the outside world?" Derrick asked incredulously.

Because everything here is drawn with pixels.

But Derrick quickly dismissed the idea. He looked down at his hands, which had also turned into pixelated cubes.

It seems this place is special.

Derrick breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought his imagined "prairie" was about to collapse.

He noticed a pixelated watch on his wrist. Derrick raised his other hand and pressed it with his thumb, which had turned into a pixel.

With a "bang," his clothes changed. He became a pair of overalls.

"What is this?" Derrick tugged at the straps, a pixelated question mark appearing above his head.

He watched the pixelated bricks floating in the air, retro electronic music echoing in his ears. A swarm of pixelated ants crawled on the ground, blocking Derrick's path.

They spelled out several words.
"Welcome, Mr. Basketball."

“I’m not basketball,” Derrick corrected earnestly. “My name is [Derrick Borg].”

The ants rearranged themselves into incomprehensible characters: "Wow, Joan of Arc eating mud ducks!"

Derrick didn't understand what it meant, so he put the matter of the name aside.

"Gentlemen, do you know why I have become like this?" He squatted down, in front of the ants.

He didn't know what "ants" meant, so he used "gentlemen" as a substitute.

"The Trick Titan attacked you with the artifact 'Dimensional Reduction Dice.' You are now inside a graffiti mural on a wall, a crayon drawing casually created by some genius."

An exclamation mark appeared above Derrick's head, and his eyes grew a pixel larger.

"Amazing!" he said sincerely.

"But!" the ants' tone changed, "You just called us 'sir'?"

“Or is it a lady? I’m sorry, I can’t tell.” Derrick said somewhat apologetically, his whole demeanor darkening slightly.

"Sir?! Madam?!" The ants turned red, seemingly indicating that they were angry.

"What makes you presume our gender!"

"Look closely, our gender is [middle-parted chicken]!"

Derrick was still confused: "Ah..."

There are chickens in the Forsaken Land, though they are monsters.

"Basketball, what is your dream?" the ants suddenly asked.

“To help everyone leave the Forsaken Land,” Derrick answered without hesitation.

"Prioritizing the overall situation is a very good dream; I'd give it a 2.5 out of 10," the ant replied.

“Thank you,” Derrick replied.

"Can you sing, dance, and rap?" the ants continued to ask.

“Sorry, I don’t know how.” Derrick shook his head; Silver City never learned these things.

“Then you can’t stay here. This is [Kun's] world. Only those who have mastered singing, dancing, and rapping can stay.” The ant pointed out the way to leave with an arrow. “You can climb out through the pipe on the left, or jump onto the bricks on the right. These are both ways to leave.”

Derrick scratched his head and looked in the direction the ants had marked.

He himself didn't want to stay here.

A pipe, and a brick that looks odd.

For some reason, Derrick suddenly had a gut feeling.

We need to drill into pipes, that's right, we need to drill into pipes.

He politely said goodbye to the ants, turned and ran towards the pipe, then crawled inside.

He wanted to recover his original body as soon as possible.

Inside, he found a gold coin. Then, amidst a series of sound effects like "What are you doing? Ouch!", the gold coin split in two, then in four, continuously dividing and multiplying. He had unexpectedly gained wealth.

This is practically level 2.5 luck!

(End of this chapter)