Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 279 Why Does Life Sleep?
When Alger opened his eyes, he saw a glass door through which he could see the courtroom outside.

He was surrounded by corrugated iron walls, making it impossible for him to escape.

He is currently being held in a guard cell.

How come he was made a prisoner right away?
Alger did not struggle; he remained calm, observing his surroundings with composure.

He noticed that not far away, in the same cell as him, was a gray-haired girl.

Alger watched silently, feeling that the gray-haired girl looked somewhat familiar.

Especially that kind of "great wisdom appearing as foolishness" or "great foolishness appearing as wisdom" temperament.

This looks even more familiar.

"I am the Emperor." Xing patted his chest, proudly stating his identity directly without any intention of beating around the bush.

She is the emperor!

Alger opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then stopped himself. He nodded: "The Hanged Man."

He has basically analyzed the current situation. It seems he might encounter other members of the Tarot Club in the simulated universe.

The Empress is alright, but dealing with other people is quite troublesome.

Alger decides to put on makeup before entering the simulated universe next time.

Meanwhile, the star on the opposite side was also thinking.

Looking at this scene that resembled a trial bench, Xing inexplicably thought of a dogeza (a deep bowing gesture).

Her extraordinary wisdom is rapidly taking shape.

Ok……

Who first invented that Japanese sitting posture that you often see online, where people take off all their clothes and equipment, form a circle, and then sit naked on the ground?

Ok……

It's probably Lian Po.

At that moment, through the glass window, one could see a mermaid and a witch being pushed onto the judgment seat.

It was a black mermaid with rough skin and a face like a curly-haired baboon, and a beautiful, intelligent, and elegant witch.

After a period of trial, the judge reached a verdict.

A beautiful witch, jealous of the dark-skinned mermaid's beauty, plotted revenge and harmed a critically endangered object on the planet. She was found guilty.

Alger watched this scene and felt that the aesthetic standards of different planets were truly vastly different.

Alger didn't understand, but he didn't say it.

But Xing is much more outspoken.

"This black fish spirit must have bewitched the lady in purple with dark magic. I suggest using it to make sauerkraut fish."

Soon after, Xing and Alger were brought to trial.

"I declare you guilty!" In the empty courtroom, the twenty-three fractal generals of the AI ​​judge surrounded the data network underground, with the ruler symbolizing the law inserted into the network, like a flattened pipe organ.

Alger was left out in the cold, ignored by the judge.

Alger's eyebrows twitched, indicating that he roughly understood the situation.

He appeared on the bench as "evidence".

"It is understood that the defendant's life success index is as high as 99.9. He violated the provisions of the Second Constitution of Dilant Star, seriously overdrawn the overall success quota of this star system, and encroached on the resources of others." The judge sitting at the head of the table read out the charges against the star with righteous indignation.

"So what?" Xing didn't feel embarrassed at all.

I'm just incredibly lucky, so what?
“And as evidence, we can look at the gentleman next to her.” The judge ignored Xing’s rebuttal and shone a spotlight on Alger, who was standing to the side.

"This is a typical case: the resources for happiness have been encroached upon, and the first half of life is worse than that of a dog kept by a noble family. The success index in life is less than 20. This is one of the victims in this case."

Alger's already dark face, tanned from sun and rain, became even darker.

Yes, I know that the first half of my life may not have been very fulfilling, but you didn't have to be so direct.

What does it mean to live worse than a dog kept by a noble family?

Is it possible for a nobleman's pet dog to advance to Sequence Six?

The judge on the platform completely ignored the "evidence's" reluctance and continued to pronounce the verdict.

"Therefore, this court rules that you will receive standardized failure treatment until the ratio of success to failure in your life returns to normal."

Alger looked at the judges with great curiosity.

Failure? Is it a curse of fate?
The judges raised their rulers, placing them on Xing's shoulders, their muffled electronic voices echoing in the cramped space. "So what? What's going on? Did I eat your rice?"

Xing had no intention of accepting the judge's fallacious reasoning and was prepared to bring them real defeat.

Flames and lightning surged as Star, wearing a hat, plunged headfirst into the crowd of judges.

Not far away, Mimi floated in mid-air, a pink quill pen floating beside her, and she held a "scepter of the sea god" that was taller than herself.

The strained lifting of the scepter cast a dark shadow over the courtroom.

The intertwining of four destinies echoed beneath the dark clouds and lightning.

Alger watched, feeling extremely envious.

Is this the combat power of a demigod? It's terrifying.

Such a battle between powerful figures even made him somewhat apprehensive.

…………

Inside the simulated source castle.

Klein had finished telling his story, and it was clear that Mr. Fool seemed somewhat moved.

“The Hermit joined the Tarot Club a day ago. So she has probably already leaked some information about the Tarot Club,” said Mr. Fool.

"Is that so?" Klein couldn't help but frown.

Their traitor club has finally produced a traitor.

“Hmm.” Mr. Fool nodded, and a translucent worm shrouded in gray mist appeared on the table in front of Klein. “Back then, I used the corruption of the true creator to strike her. But now, perhaps you can use some… methods more in line with the identity of ‘Mr. Fool’.”

Klein nodded and picked up the "Spirit Worm" through the gray mist.

Mr. Fool then changed the subject and started talking about something that seemed completely unrelated.

"In that sense, our story is like two novels," He said meaningfully.

Klein was stunned for half a second, then immediately understood.

“You are the original author, and I am… fan fiction?” Sometimes, he would have that feeling too.

"It's just a feeling," Mr. Fool said, not wanting to make any definitive statements.

“But that doesn’t matter.” Klein wore a bright, comical smile. “It’s enough that the people I love and the people who love me are doing well.”

"In fact, if that's the case, then the captain, old Neil... might have a chance to be rescued."

Klein's smile was completely genuine, unconcerned with whether it was real or fake. It didn't matter.

Whatever the original story may have been, this is now his own brand new story.

Just enjoy your own story; every moment in your memories is a precious work of art, and that is joy.

At the same time, Klein sensed that the potion of the recollection artist had loosened and was basically completely digested.

The gray fog began to fluctuate, and Klein knew that this simulated universe was about to end.

Looking at Mr. Fool, who was about to fall back into slumber, Klein suddenly remembered a question he had raised during their casual conversation on Sunday.

“Why does life sleep?”

Padma's answer at the time was: "Because not sleeping will cause sudden death."

Now, he was even more curious about how Mr. Fool would answer.

The gray fog thinned out a bit and dispersed, revealing Mr. Fool's face.

A hint of humanity seemed to appear on his face.

The Fool Klein chuckled softly.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the bronze table.

"Perhaps... in preparation for a better tomorrow."

…………

This simulated universe is now complete.

Klein woke up in bed and turned his head to see the sea outside the window.

Sunlight streamed in through the open window, falling on Padma Meow not far away and illuminating her, dispelling some of the chill of the sea breeze.

The passenger ship entered the port of Tirenius.

(End of this chapter)