Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 266 The Golden Toilet
“It seems you’re not very willing to see me.” Serres clicked his tongue in exasperation. “But I hope you can understand that it’s Klein who has repeatedly thwarted your plans; I’ve only provided a tiny bit of assistance.”

Serres is trying to deflect the conflict.

Unfortunately, the true creator seems unwilling to listen to his nonsense.

“Alright, alright,” Serris stopped dwelling on who was at fault. “I know you definitely won’t accept my [potion], it’s a little unspoken agreement between you and Adam.”

“So I’m here to propose a small collaboration.” Serres clapped his hands. “Of course, it’s probably difficult for you to have a proper conversation in your current state. So, we need to do a little something to help you regain some of your sanity.”

Serres separated his clasped hands, revealing a keyboard between them. He placed his hands on the keyboard and typed rapidly, explaining to the true creator at the same time.

"Whether they are mythical creatures or ordinary people, from the perspective of the Ether Editor, they are all organic life forms. Someone like Stiano may be a semi-machine, but in essence, he is still an organic life form. There is not much difference between you."

"So making you a little more stable is actually quite simple; all you need is a not-too-complex [thought stability equation]." As he spoke, a large amount of code gradually took shape in Serres's hands.

"The only difference is that your internal structure is more complex, requires more calculations, and takes more time. Furthermore, you can change your form and state of existence at any time if you wish. But I believe you will not refuse this equation that will allow you to clear your head for a while. I believe that you will not only not refuse it, but will actively maintain your own stability."

After saying that, Serres typed out the last piece of code almost simultaneously, and a semi-transparent square was printed out.

The next second, the cube, which was originally only the size of a fist, rapidly grew larger and expanded, enveloping the entire room.

The True Creator's chaotic thoughts, caused by its overly complex and intense divinity, gradually calmed down after being covered by the translucent cube, and the True Creator's gaze, hanging upside down on the cross, was no longer frantic.

“Very good,” Serres swiped aside the Ether editing panel, which disappeared instantly. “Looks like we can have a proper conversation now. So, let’s talk about cooperation.”

The true creator was silent for a few seconds, as if familiarizing himself with his current body and mind.

Then, in a hoarse voice, he asked, "What do you want to cooperate with me on?"

He spoke Russian, and He knew that Serres could understand it.

“Do you… know Warhammer?” Serres asked.

The true Creator nodded silently.

He has a very good memory; he doesn't easily forget things he used to remember.

Serres pointed in the direction of Silver City not far away: "I made a golden throne in a city over there. If you are willing to sit on it and cosplay as the emperor, I can help you get rid of your madness and stay as clear-headed as you are now while on the golden throne."

The true Creator paused briefly to consider, unsure of Serres's purpose.

Finally, He chose to ask directly.

"I don't see how this will benefit you."

“That’s good that you can’t tell.” Serres snapped his fingers.

The answer is, there is no benefit.

"I do these things for only one reason."

"That is: it's fun."

The true Creator nodded in understanding.

As a deity devoid of any "divinity" and composed entirely of "humanity," He is acutely aware that some people are just like that.

They act illogically, often making choices that seem irrational or even completely contrary to reason. Yet, they seem to derive a strange kind of pleasure from these actions.

But that's human nature. Human happiness is inherently contradictory; it shouldn't be constrained.

"Because of pleasure?" He asked.

“It seems Adam has been here before,” Serres nodded with a smile. “Or perhaps Amon told you.”

“Amon has always been unwilling to acknowledge any of the three of you as His father. But when something happens, He still shares it with you like a child.”

The true creator lies through his teeth: "Although He is a bit mischievous, He is a good boy. At least... He is just the god of mischief, not the god of nightmares."

He also took a jab at the Imaginary Dragon Angelweid and his son, the Nightmare Dragon Alshogod.

No God is better at teaching his son than He is; His son is the best.

“Yes, so Alshoghod died and was made into a pen. But your eldest son is still alive.” Serres didn’t want to discuss his son’s terrible character with this old father who was overly “filial piety,” so he chose to go along with what he said.

Because helping one's relatives over one's own is human nature, or rather, his own character wasn't much better. "Let me see your golden throne," the True Creator didn't immediately agree, "I hope it's at least not a toilet."

Serres felt that He seemed much more interesting than Adam; at least He could joke.

“Of course not,” Serres replied with a laugh. “It’s an upside-down toilet so you can sit comfortably.”

That's very cooperative.

…………

On the other side, the local forces of the colony islands gathered.

While Klein was selecting items in the Extraordinary Items section, he suddenly had a premonition and subconsciously looked towards the far right of the shelf.

There was a short sword made of thin bone.

Slightly longer than a forearm, it is milky white all over with a few dark red markings.

Can it spark my inspiration?
Klein reached out his right hand, picked up the bone sword with its sharp tip, and examined it carefully.

The moment his fingers touched the bone sword, a gray mist suddenly appeared in his mind.

Gray fog?

Was it a member of a tarot club who became involved with this bone sword?
Based on the images he had previously foreseen, Klein had some guesses in his mind.

After he fully grasped the bone sword, a sound like waves crashing against the beach and rocks echoed in his mind.

I heard what sounded like a lot of noise, applause, and blessings.

This...is this a wedding scene?
Klein frowned, trying to make out the sounds he heard.

Concentrating, he finally heard the familiar voice.

star.

Sure enough it was her.

"I can already picture them living happily together. I can even imagine them building little trash cans together. 100 million horsepower! Super brain! Run at full power!"

"Captain... even if it means self-destruction, you still have to use the Ghost Brain at full power? Hagi Star, you bastard..."

Klein closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and put the bone sword back in its place.

Noticing this, the two leaders of the stronghold, Karat and Edmonton, exchanged a glance.

Karat chuckled and said, "This bone sword can drain the blood of enemies. It's quite a remarkable item. Do you want it?"

"A little... but no money." Klein frowned slightly, then relaxed, and said in a deep voice, "No, this isn't what I'm looking for."

"It's not expensive, or shall we look at some others?"

“No need.” Klein planned to visit other outposts. He beckoned to Danitz and led him away from the outpost.

Shortly after Klein left, Karat, one of the stronghold's leaders, gazed at the slightly bent bone sword and muttered to himself with fanaticism:

"When an outsider takes up this holy sword, the gods will reappear on earth."

Another leader, Edmonton, then knelt down, seemingly confessing to the gods.

Time ticked by, and Karat and Edmonton suddenly heard a gasp. They quickly opened their eyes and looked at the table, having been praying with their eyes closed.

The milky-white holy sword cracked open with a snap, shattering into countless small pieces.

These small pieces then came together again, forming a sculpture.

It turned into a silver trash can with four limbs, showing off its muscles.

Yes, Tartarov has returned to his throne, and we believe that he will eventually bring about new changes to the world.

In the name of the trash can.

(End of this chapter)