Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 312 Derrick and the Heartless Giant
A pale purple thread flicked from Klein's hand, slicing across Misor's neck and easily severing his head.

The silk thread was retrieved, bringing his head back into Klein's hands.

After cushioning his head, Klein casually tossed it across several tables to Kent, who was not far away.

"Remember to give me the reward."

Although Kent was a little taken aback, he still managed to catch the head with agility.

Kent's pupils contracted as he glanced at the head in his hand.

"The smooth talker, Misor King!" He looked up in astonishment, glancing once more at Gehrman Sparrow.

The next second, something even more chilling happened.

Mithr's headless corpse stood up, and wood-like textures appeared on its body. A delicately designed doll-like head appeared on its neck.

He was transformed into a puppet by Klein using the power of the Herrscher of Domination.

Kent tightened his grip, placing Misor's head on the table, and subtly withdrew his gaze, pretending not to have seen Klein kill someone in public... punishing evil and promoting good.

This is a saint of the church, a powerful figure of archbishop caliber...

Klein looked at Misor, who had stood up again, and stroked his chin.

Speaking of which, I think I also have a demonic pathway doll dog...

This thing is so bad, he'd completely forgotten about it.

The space behind them cracked slightly, and the demon dog puppet was released from the theater of domination.

Snapped.

A crisp finger snap sounded.

One after another, candy knights and several "sleeping banana monkeys" appeared at the same time, following "Misor" and "demon hound" towards the basement in Misor's memory.

Klein silently bestowed a harmonious blessing upon the Candy Knight, the Puppet, and the Sleeping Banana Monkey.

At this moment, Klein suddenly felt a little dazed.

Having been killed dozens of times by an antimatter soldier during his first participation in a simulated universe, he can now truly be an army in one person.

"Heh." He chuckled, waved away the walls blocking the door and the walls, and left the Fragrant Leaf Bar.

"So handsome?" Padmon questioned, "Don't they care about their wallets?"

Klein smiled crookedly.

The Candy Knights will never let any wallet slip by.

After all, he's the one controlling the Candy Knight now.

In the late afternoon, Klein finished dinner, washed up early, went to bed, scrolled through his phone for a while, and then prepared to sleep.

Not far away, across a "Red Theater," was a herbal medicine shop. The portly pharmacist, Darkwell, sat behind the counter, outwardly calm but inwardly anxious.

A couple of days ago, Klein, having nothing better to do, casually accepted a commission at the bar counter of the Fragrant Leaf Bar. And this commission was about Darkwell.

He lost contact with his teacher, so he came to a bar to post his request, where he happened to meet a big cat in a black top hat who was out looking for food.

So Klein, having just earned some extra money, returned to his old profession and did a fortune telling for the fat pharmacist. The fortune telling revealed that Professor Dakveld had been detained by the military.

He was anxious about this and contacted members of the "School of Life" he knew through various means to seek the necessary help. However, he had no idea who would come or when they would come, so he could only endure his fear and anxiety and continue to open the shop, pretending that nothing had happened.

He had his suspicions about "German Sparrow," but news of him boarding the "Black Death" alone and easily blowing off "Disease Admiral's" arm had already spread to the various islands.

This forced Darkwell to consider the veracity of the matter.

“Darkwell, you seem uneasy,” said the chubby owl, which flew back from somewhere and landed on the counter.

This is his extraordinary pet: a chubby pharmacist raising a chubby owl.

“I don’t need your reminder, I’m well aware of my condition.” Darkwell waved his hand impatiently. He still remembered being constantly warned by his teacher to be wary of official organizations when he was studying under him. His teacher gave many examples: being permanently imprisoned underground, never seeing sunlight or women; becoming a researcher and using his body to test the harm of certain sealed objects; undergoing various experiments and mutating into a monster driven only by instinct.

These examples were deeply imprinted in the fat pharmacist's mind, causing his already lacking courage to vanish. After leaving his teacher, he would only stay in a city for a short time and leave immediately if there was a risk of exposure.

He did consider abandoning his teacher and running away, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He looked up at the wall clock and nervously counted the time.

He remembered his teacher saying that if he didn't see him for more than a month, he should go to a shop in Enmat at 4:30 a.m. to buy a die.

Even if we're going to run away, let's at least do this last thing right first.

"It's still early. No matter how much you check the time, time won't speed up." The owl flapped its wings.

"Shut up, you idiot. Go read your book," Darkwell replied irritably.

…………

late at night.

Silver City.

Derrick set his alarm, lay down in bed, and closed his eyes. Using meditation techniques, he easily drifted into a dream.

When Derrick opened his eyes again, he saw that the scene around him had changed.

Those were continuous mountain ranges, and at least the greenery looked quite good.

Looking around, some mountains seemed to resemble screws. This was interesting, as he had never seen mountains like this before. In his memory, mountains were usually not high. Because mountains that were too high were either hidden in darkness or shattered by lightning.

In the land forsaken by God, nothing can touch the sky until the moon, which Mr. Devil gave them, rises.

Looking up, all sorts of clouds drifted overhead. Some resembled shields, some city walls, and some various kinds of building parts.

Derrick scratched his head.

Have I been thinking too much about the use of "unsinkable giant ships" lately? Everything looks like a defensive structure to me.
A bird flew to a branch not far from Derrick and landed, staring at Derrick with apparent interest.

"Hello." Derrick waved tentatively, but the bird flew away immediately.

"Hello," a voice answered Derrick's greeting.

However, it wasn't a bird; the sound went directly into Derrick's mind.

A rumbling sound echoed in Derrick's mind. For some reason, Derrick had a feeling that the ground beneath his feet was speaking, the distant mountains were speaking, and the clouds in the sky were speaking.

Who responded to Derrick? It seems... to be a beautiful dream, a lost soul, a world.

Oh, it was the world that responded to him.

Derrick suddenly realized something.

This feeling is amazing.

What is this called? Planetary consciousness? Derrick didn't know how to describe the feeling. He only felt that the sound was rumbling, very steady, very deep, and very heavy.

This feeling is somewhat similar to that of the chief. Derrick thought.

A world? That's truly enormous.

Derrick felt that this was a giant, a real giant, much larger than the King of Giants.

He suddenly remembered what Mr. Devil had said at the Tarot meeting: the sequence 0 of the [Preservation] pathway is called "Heartless Giant".

P.S.: Guess who will be the next person to find common ground with "Destiny Potion"? (Let's discuss! Discussions generate traffic too!)

I bet you'll never guess who it is (using reverse psychology).

(End of this chapter)