Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 328 I can't do anything...

"Snapped."

A crisp finger snap sounded.

The dominant theater unfolds in the world of Grosser's Travels.

The pitch-black dome unfolded above Yurisian, eliminating any possibility of it being carried away by the wind.

The ground was replaced by faintly glowing white tiles, expanding outwards from the ground not far below Klein, encroaching on the world within the book.

Soon, Yulisian was pulled into the theater, followed by Grosser, Ronzel, Shatas, Mobert, and Serres, who was furthest away.

Finally, trapezoidal audience stands appeared around the theater, completely sealing it off.

Yurisian's already not very bright mind was completely unable to comprehend the current situation. It dragged its broken-winged body and spun around in place.

The others were also taken aback for a few seconds, while Serres naturally sat down in the stands.

Klein floated in mid-air, looking down at Yulisian, the Heavenly Judgment in his hand had disappeared.

He hesitated for half a second, remembering that he was now "Merlin Hermes" and not "German Sparrow". He had intended to continue using the pistol.

So instead of conjuring up a weapon, he picked up the magic wand that was pinned to his chest like a brooch.

Just as Yurisian was about to make a move, he discovered that his body was now covered in pale purple silk threads.

Klein gently patted his half-open black robe, which resembled an overcoat, as if brushing away non-existent dust.

“Julisan,” Klein murmured its name, “let me see, a dragon that doesn’t exist, a creature whose name is not even real.”

His voice came from all directions of the theater, sounding both male and female, old and young.

"A pathetic loser."

"You will surely die. This is written in the first chapter of Grosser's Travels. It is something that will definitely happen."

"My God, a fake lung fog, doomed from the very beginning, its only value is to be killed..."

Klein gently pushed up his left monocle, the doll-like texture flashing subtly beneath his skin.

"You're quite the funniest guy."

Klein, a 1000-player character, is making a limited-time return.

Yurisian was bound by silk threads, rendering it unable to move even a single claw. One of its eyes was tightly closed, for the other had been completely blinded when struck by an arrow imbued with the Harmony Blessing by Shatas.

As Klein spoke, Yulisian's body began to tremble. The threads of his scales dug into them, creating cracks. Fine lines of blood appeared in the vulnerable areas not protected by his scales.

I... I can't do anything...

"Go for it, Yulisian!" In the stands, Serres, who never misses an opportunity to stir up trouble, made a megaphone shape with his hands, which drew angry glares from the others.

However, Grosser and the others did not make a direct move. They could tell that Klein had already subdued the other party, but he did not kill him directly, nor did he signal them to make a move.

This led them to mistakenly believe that Klein's control was easily interrupted, that his influence was gradually deepening, or that there were other considerations at play.

It can't just be because it's fun, right?
Yulisian's eyes darted around and landed on Serres in the stands.

This man...never laid a hand on me from the very beginning...

They're still cheering me on...

Julian closed his eyes briefly.

It recalled its childhood, and the time it ran in the sunset when it was chased after spying on the baby female dragon.

That was its lost youth...

A sense of sadness and tragedy permeated the air.

Is this... the taste of death...?

I, Julian... am I finally going to die... dying here...?

I'm so tired, so incredibly tired... Sometimes I just want to die...

No... I can't... I can't die!
I can't just give up here!

No matter how tired I am, I, Julian, will never fall!

I still have formidable enemies to defeat! I still have sins to atone for! I still have mistakes to correct! If I fall, the man who cheered me on will surely be left to fend for himself alone!
I want to stand up... stand up!

I will fight again!
Yurian opened his mouth and uttered in heavy dragon language: "No matter what you say, I firmly believe in the existence of hope, and this world will not be destroyed by you!"

"Huh?" Klein almost couldn't help but show a puzzled expression.

Did you wander onto the wrong set, buddy?

The action-packed anime film studio is next door.

The Three Qi Return!

Yurisian suddenly retracted one of its wings, and the fine threads wrapped around it froze and broke off one by one.

A blizzard swept across the platform, freezing the ground and piling up a thin layer of snow.

Your attack... is over! Now it's my turn, no objections, right?

"Oh, oh, oh, it's on fire!" Serres clapped quickly.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, pushing it away from Klein and gliding along the ground like a high-speed train as it crashed into Shatas.

Bro thought he was the Starry Sky Train.

At that moment, a reassuring gray-blue figure rushed forward and blocked Julian's dive path!

Boom!

The collision between the frost dragon and the giant Grosser was like a terrible explosion, shattering all the surrounding snow and ice and pushing them outwards.

Seeing that Klein's control had faltered, the ascetic Snowman raised his arms as if embracing divine grace.

Then, he spoke in a low voice to the elven singer Shatas:
"God said it works!"

He experienced the same feeling as Mobert, and the adaptive harmonic system provided the most needed amplification based on the actual situation.

He seemed to say it several times, hearing his own voice layered upon layer, like a remix.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

With a hiss, the silver lightning on Shatas's hair brightened considerably and surged forth, intertwining with the long arrow.

She immediately released her wrist, and the arrow shot out.

Once again, golden wings unfurled from the arrow.

At the same time.

Boom!

Dark clouds gathered beneath the dome that dominated the theater, and a thick bolt of lightning struck, overlapping the arrow.

The arrow turned completely silver-white, as if it came from Thor. It accelerated twice in mid-air and struck Yulisian's forehead at an impossible speed, piercing in like a spinning drill.

boom!
Lightning flashed, bombarding its forehead.

Layers of ice crystals vanished, the dreamlike armor cracked, and the arrow pierced Yurisian's head. Lightning exploded from the skull, causing it to let out a deafening scream.

Pale blue blood flowed out and quickly congealed, while Yurisian's ugly head shook wildly, its silvery white hair darting about.

Its long tail swept across suddenly, bringing with it a fierce wind of ice and snow that swept towards Shatas.

Shatass remained calm. The gale suddenly shifted, pushing her and Mobert behind her backward. At the same time, her lips, pale with cold, parted, and she sang in the ancient, difficult Elvish language:

"The rocks will be torn apart by the waves; the trees will be felled by the storm; the mountains will be destroyed by the thunder..."

This is an ancient ballad from the Elven race, possessing the power to calm storms.

Although I don't know why the lyrics of the ballad to calm the storm are so rough.

Every word in Elvish is rich in meaning, and the sentences are very short, so these few lines of lyrics didn't take Shatas much time to recite; they were finished by the time the wind reached her.

Moreover, from the very first word, from the initial emergence of the beautiful and powerful melody, the wind in the blizzard changed and became calm.

By the time it reached Shatas, it had turned into a slightly cooler breeze.

(End of this chapter)