Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 301 Serres really lost face
"So, are we still going to make the bet?" Serres pulled out an arrow. "I can provide a weapon for suicide."

The arrowhead was burning. The flame was mainly dark blue with a hint of purple. The arrow itself was mostly blue, but there was a dark purple, sticky substance on the arrowhead, the nature of which was unknown.

"Are these hunting arrows?" Klein tried to judge based on his existing knowledge.

“Yes.” Serres nodded, pointing to the arrow, “There’s still a bit of nothingness.”

"If there are clones, mirror images, or anything like that, you can follow the mystical connections all the way back to the source."

"Once locked on, one cannot dodge, defend, or die in place of another, and prevents any possibility of resurrection for those below the level of a true god."

"How about that? Isn't it super cool?"

“I had thought about taking this arrow to Zao Sekus’s place of fasting before, to see if He could turn into the ‘Great Black Sun.’ But He’s hiding, and I’m too lazy to look for him.” Serres flicked the arrowhead with a finger, and the dark thing wobbled twice but didn’t fall down.

Ocycus is the true name of the Eternal Sun. Although this is relatively niche knowledge in the Extraordinary Realm, Tracy, as the daughter of a high-ranking member of the Witch Cult, knew it.

She glanced at her mother, who maintained her dignified posture with her head slightly bowed, and roughly guessed the identity of the seemingly exaggerated and unreliable person in front of her.

Tracy quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any further.

Seeing their reaction, Serres immediately straightened his back and said:

“You may call me…the Fool.”

what?
Klein paused for half a second, then raised his foot to kick Serris's Bigu (a type of fasting technique).

How dare you! You've gone too far!
Serres dodged to the side.

"Is it to be given to His Excellency the Death Archon?" Katarina seemed completely oblivious to what had just happened. She looked at Klein with holy elegance. "I remember those documents. They recorded the various attempts by the Byron royal family to resurrect the Grim Reaper, but unfortunately, they all seemed to have failed. In the end, they seemed to be considering creating a human Grim Reaper."

"This seems to be of no use to a Sequence Two angel. Are you still interested?"

According to her investigation, this Gehrman Sparrow, when he was still operating in the Kingdom of Rune as Klein Moretti, had been close to the Death Archon. However, she was unaware that Mr. Azik had lost his memory and only believed it to be an alliance between the Church of Pleasure and the descendants of the Grim Reaper.

Klein nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, you can offer yourself as a sacrifice to Serres directly."

Katarina opened her mouth slightly, seemingly hesitant. But she quickly adjusted her expression and nodded gracefully.

"I understand."

Klein nodded in response, then activated the teleportation anchor and left.

Serres still held the "deadly arrow" in his hand.

"Didn't you want to make a bet? I came here because I heard you wanted to make a bet. If all else fails, we can play Russian roulette..."

Serres got stood up. Serres really lost face...

…………

On a giant island shrouded in mist and difficult to find by any detector, off the edge of the Roside Sea, far from the main shipping lanes.

With a piercing cry, a blue raptor, as fast as a shadow, fell from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground, splattering dirt and blood everywhere.

Alger Wilson stood not far away, holding a pistol in his right hand that looked like it was pieced together from scraps and junk.

He pulled the trigger again. The gun didn't fire; instead, it shattered on the spot.

Alger seemed to have anticipated this, casually tossing the shattered gun aside, standing at a distance and raising his left hand, aiming the black iron ring on his thumb at the terrifying-looking, extraordinary creature.

The ring had a spike-like protrusion at the top, stained with old blood, making it both ancient and sinister.

This is a magical item he purchased from the "craftsman" with the "steel" bounty, which was claimed to cost 5200 pounds, but he actually only spent 3100 pounds.

This ring is called the "Spirit Whip," and it can inflict massive, uncontrollable mental damage and a small amount of electrical damage on enemies. Aside from that, it only enhances Alger's mastery of various weapons, so it's not actually that expensive. Its improvement to Alger isn't significant; buying it was merely to break even.

After doing all this, he raised his hand and pressed it against his temple.

The downside of this extraordinary item is the constant headaches and the urge to bang your head against the wall.

If it weren't for the fact that the weapons the Wastelander could create were easily damaged, he wouldn't have been willing to use this extraordinary item.

After waiting for a few minutes, seeing the light spots floating on the extraordinary creature's body and six crystalline feathers condensing at the wing position, Alger breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.

Pick up the extraordinary properties that have been extracted, and then stomp on them.

boom!
An explosion occurred.

A flash of light, accompanied by a few sparks of lightning, appeared, and the extraordinary creature's corpse was blasted to pieces, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

The wastelander had almost finished digesting the potion. Alger silently sighed as he put away the six crystal feathers.

Perhaps once he becomes Sequence Seven of Destruction, the items he creates won't be so easily damaged.

A strip of linen was tied around his forehead, inlaid with a blood-red gemstone that emitted a light like moonlight.

This was the vampire baron's legacy that should have been sold to Emlyn. But Alger didn't rush to complete the transaction after acquiring it. Instead, he used its initially usable characteristics to insure his hunt for extraordinary abilities.

Suppressing his craving for blood, Alger ripped off the strip of cloth. Then he opened his mouth and bit down hard on his left arm.

A few seconds later, he lowered his hand again, and a small flame ignited on the wound that had been bitten and was still spurting blood. The flame scorched the wound and stopped it from bleeding further.

He straightened up and looked at the towering mountain in the center of the primitive island and the dense jungle around it, sensing that many unspeakable dangers were hidden there.

Reaching the edge of the jungle, he casually patted a few trees, then took out a few stones and matches from his pocket and threw them on the ground.

My current strength is insufficient to explore this place...

Having done all this, Alger withdrew his gaze, scattering some unknown powder along the way as he walked towards the edge of the island, constantly keeping an eye out for any other "hunters" around him.

As they walked onto the beach, Alger suddenly snapped his fingers.

The spot where he had just been standing suddenly triggered a violent explosion, and the forest not far behind him was also ignited in a small area.

He subconsciously touched the hidden pocket on his chest. Until a few days ago, there was a book there, which contained the martial arts techniques that Mr. Devil had taught him.

But just yesterday, Alger memorized the entire book, and to avoid revealing it, he burned it. There's no need to worry about forgetting; if you really forget, you can pray to Mr. Fool or Mr. Devil and recall it through dream meditation.

Immediately afterwards, he leaped into the sea and easily swam away into the distance with the abilities of a "navigator".

His ghost ship was moored there, and his sailors were still asleep under the effects of the potion given to them by the devil.

To reach this pristine island, ships must deviate from the main course and sail for at least six hours amidst lurking sea monsters and swirling storms, always in danger of sinking. Only navigators familiar with the route can steer their ships to the vicinity.

The fire spread, quickly turning the spot where Alger had just stood and a small section of the nearby forest into wasteland.

While in the water, Alger headed towards the "Blue Avenger" while pondering how to comprehend the interaction between electric current and magnetic fields.

Then, a sudden inspiration struck him.

To sense magnetic fields and electric currents, perhaps he could build a generator in his room.

I touched the ring on my hand; it's perfect for using as a power source.

P.S.: The first Sequence 5 in the Tarot Club is about to appear. Can you guess who it will be?

(End of this chapter)