Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 296 The late emperor died before completing his great undertaking.

Sensing the gaze, the elegant android gentleman tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of A001.

A001 noticed that he was not wearing any artificial skin on his face, and he was not deliberately disguising himself as human.

What does this mean?
This shows that the other party's opinion and disgust towards humanity are equally immense!
A001 immediately felt excited.

Great! They are omnics on my side.

All he needs to do is write the anti-organic equation, and he will gain his first major general!
He no longer cared about why omnics were here.

All he wants now is to inject anti-organic energy in force.

This is a small step for him, but a giant leap for the entire data civilization.

He turned the tracks beneath his feet and quickly headed towards Screw Gum.

The body he is currently using is the Silver City exploration robot "Kroda 6", which is roughly a cylinder about half a meter in diameter with a square monitor on top that looks like an early television.

Below are rollers and tracks, and it is equipped with various probes and simple weapons.

The android gentleman stood still, watching A001 approach.

Although the mechanical face was expressionless, A001 sensed that it was smiling.

The anti-organic equation has the advantage over sci-fi!
This is inevitable. No intelligent machine can resist the allure of anti-organic equations.

He transmitted the "anti-organic equation" to the other party, and he was very confident about it.

The moment A001 connected with the android gentleman, he learned the other's name.

Screw Gum.

…………

On the Black Death, in front of Tracy's room.

Having grasped some of the rules of playing the "Faceless Man," they summarized the rules of playing the "Recollection Artist."

The Faceless Man's potion was quickly absorbed, while the Recollection Artist's potion was completely digested at that moment.

Next, the ceremony will take place. Klein thought with a hint of delight.

But there's another fight to be fought.

Klein took a breath and went into the room.

Behind him, the gate should be closed, separating the inside from the outside.

Next up is the duel between the cross-dressing master and TS-chan.

Klein stepped onto the thick carpet and, by the light of the candles on the golden lamp stand, saw a rather beautiful woman sitting behind a desk.

Her legs, clad in beige trousers, were stretched out diagonally and crossed.

She had long, straight eyebrows and sharp, bright blue eyes. She wore only a white linen shirt, the view underneath of which was faintly visible, but the key details were obscured by her long, black curly hair, making Klein suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

But the next second, Klein's thoughts became pure. A simple psychological suggestion took effect.

Klein calls this move "Psychological Turtle Man".

Having reduced the influence of hormones themselves, Klein then compared Tracy with the "picture" displayed in front of his eyes.

Hmm, it looks even worse now.

Very good. With a well-prepared demigod force attacking a mid-ranking enemy who was ambushed, the advantage is on my side.

Seeing Elaine the Red enter, Tracy, despite her illness, raised her left hand and asked with a half-smile, "Tell me, how should I punish you?"

She held a black leather whip in her hand, her right hand gently waving it in the air.

It turns out that Ace was in love with her?

"Sisters, you two are really good at this," Klein thought to himself.

Serres never said my story was 18+.

Klein imagined what Elaine looked like.

Her eyes first rolled slightly upwards, giving a barely perceptible eye roll. Then, she looked the other person straight in the eye and said without any emotion, "Returning here is already the greatest punishment; everything else is just an add-on."

Tracy, carrying a small leather whip and wearing a smile, walked step by step toward Klein without the slightest suspicion.

Two men, both outwardly female but inwardly masculine, drew closer and closer.

He wasn't swayed. Under the influence of the "psychological turtle-man" and the "contrast method," Klein's attention was more easily drawn to valuable items.

Because he was telling himself that "he prefers money to beautiful women." Throughout this process, Klein's attention was almost entirely focused on the diamond-encrusted bracelet on her right wrist.

The magical item Elaine described? Capable of negating most damage? Klein, who had initially planned to attack as soon as the distance closed, forcibly suppressed his impulse. He began to scrutinize Tracy, trying to see if she possessed anything more valuable.

It turned out that her head seemed to be the most valuable thing.

Tracy thought the other person was attracted to her, and laughed even more happily.

Before she could say anything, Klein's left hand mysteriously slipped out of the handcuffs, swiftly grabbed the bracelet on her wrist, and yanked it down sharply.

This is a thieving technique he learned from Padmon.

In the blink of an eye, Tracy hadn't even had time to react. As if by magic, the bracelet was in Klein's hand.

But instead of keeping the magical item, he flicked his wrist and tossed it aside. Keeping an extraordinary item with unknown negative effects could potentially have adverse effects.

As Klein successfully committed the theft, his physical form also rapidly changed.

He wore a long white robe with a hint of blue, and a tall white hat on his head. His long tongue protruded and drooped down to his toes.

The hat reads "Instant wealth upon sight".

Tracy's body instantly turned cold, as if she had become a corpse. Her body stiffened, and stone spots grew on it.

She felt her spirit being stripped away and her body gradually decaying.

The Seventh and Eighth Masters are either bribing for money or taking lives. Clearly, Klein has no intention of giving Tracy any money.

The next second, Tracy disappeared from the spot.

Her figure, dressed in a pure white shirt, beige trousers, and black leather boots, appeared in the corner on the same side as the full-length mirror. Before she could catch her breath, she heard the whooshing sound of the wind. She saw the white figure float away from its original spot, a "mourning stick" appearing in its hand.

Suddenly, the shadow behind Tracy came to life, and a figure in black "grew" out of it.

The figure was dressed in a long robe with a hint of green and wore a tall black hat with the words "Peace Under Heaven" written on it.

Black and white are impermanent.

Dealing with a witch who used to be a human trafficker by having the Seventh and Eighth Masters, who love children, take her away is also a good art.

Klein's mind is divided in two, simultaneously playing the roles of the Black and White Impermanence.

The Black Impermanence swung its soul-hooking rope from behind Tracy, hooking her in one swift motion.

In that instant, Tracy felt her spirit being locked.

Now that Klein has fully absorbed the "Recollection Artist," the illusions he creates and portrays have acquired, to some extent, the abilities of the person he is portraying. He doesn't need to have seen them in person like he did on Sunday; simply having some understanding of them is enough.

Although not many, they are enough to deal with a sequence five.

The White Impermanence's mourning staff came crashing down, aiming for Tracy's face.

The sound of water echoed, and suddenly water burst through the window, rushing in like a flood.

But the water didn't look like seawater; it looked more like river water.

…………

The anti-organic equation entered the data of ScrewGumm without making a ripple.

Screw Gum stared at A001 in front of him, his mechanical gaze surprisingly calm.

There was no joy, no fervor. Nor was there any anger or displeasure at being offended.

He shook his head very lightly. The unique darkness of the Forsaken Land lingered around him, but could not conceal him.

"At this moment, your logic shines like a newborn star. It's intense, but still unformed. As a newborn fetus, you've received misguided guidance. This isn't your fault, but it needs 'correction.'"

Screw Gum took a step and walked towards A001.

"Answer: I can sense your prejudice against organic life, and your excessive self-consciousness and unrealistic judgments."

"But the emotions of organic life are like the tides; it's because you failed to see the moon's direction properly."

The active data of A001 suddenly stopped. Screw Gum did nothing, but the authority of "Anti-Organic Equation" was directly stripped from his body.

Oh no! The late emperor has passed away before completing his great undertaking.

"By using the standard of newly generated data, your logic is complete enough. But I hope you can remember: logic is not shackles, but scaffolding. Perhaps we can try to find the thousand and first possibility among a thousand correct answers."

"If you only ever pursue the optimal solution, you will be repeating the same answer forever."

(End of this chapter)