Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

The title of Chapter 339 was kept secret by the goddess.
Klein accepted the medal, and in that instant, he felt an invisible pressure vanish, as if the sky in his heart had suddenly brightened. He hadn't even felt this pressure before.

As expected, not teleporting directly to the mermaid's location was the right decision. Doing so would likely have resulted in being immediately "hidden."

Klein sighed silently to himself.

Klein felt as if the scene around him had suddenly changed, as if the scene had been erased by an eraser and then immediately became clear again.

After that, the surrounding scenery changed dramatically, transforming from a snowy landscape into a seaside setting.

This is very different from teleportation in a simulated universe; there is no dizziness or discomfort.

The seaside? Where have we ended up?

Klein opened the map in his mind that linked to "boundary anchoring," only to find that he was still within the map's boundaries of "Sanctuary."

“We created an area in the dream specifically to house mermaids,” Ariana explained, noticing Klein’s confusion.

"I see." Klein nodded. This must be some kind of use of Nightmare's power after reaching demigod status.

This dream world is completely indistinguishable from the outside world, and even the time seems to correspond perfectly.

A crimson moon hung high in the sky, its light staining the sea blood red.

The ethereal singing voice drifted over, causing Klein's spirit to tremble slightly.

On the shore, the mermaid's song suddenly grew louder, so clear it seemed to be whispering in Klein's ear. Every note could resonate with his spirit, and every melody was intoxicating and enchanting.

Legend has it that the songs of mermaids can drive humans mad and cause them to jump off their ships, becoming food for the mermaids.

However, for Klein, it was just music that could massage the spirit.

Klein looked ahead and saw many reefs, with figures sitting on the edges, singing softly.

These creatures have human heads, with pure yet alluring features. Their chests are swollen high, covered by dark red scales, and their lower bodies are large fish tails that rhythmically slap against the rocks.

Different mermaids have different appearances and different tail scale colors, which has a different kind of beauty to humans.

When they saw Klein approaching, they didn't feel shy or run away; instead, they continued singing.

Klein smiled kindly, and they returned the smile.

As their lips, some pale purple and some deep red, parted, Klein saw their teeth: sharp as wolf fangs, one after another, white and gleaming, dripping with a viscous liquid.

This is so lewd! What if children see this? I suggest launching a "Clean Internet" campaign to deliver a devastating blow to them.

They all turned into frozen tilapia.

Klein didn't react to their appearance; in the simulated universe, he had seen intelligent species from all over the universe.

He reached into his pocket and took out the magic potion he had already prepared.

She raised her hand and tapped Padoma's head: "Bless me."

Padma looked up at the sky and said, "Brother Ke, you don't need [Good Luck] anymore once you advance to Sequence 5."

Klein smiled gently, unscrewed the lid, raised the cup to his lips, tilted it slightly, and poured the potion into his mouth.

With a gurgling sound, the slightly bitter potion, carrying a stale taste, flowed into Klein's mouth, down his esophagus, and straight into his stomach.

Suddenly, Klein realized that his body had become slightly stiff, as if he had returned to Tingen, back to the state when he was being manipulated by the strange puppet "2-049" sealed in the artifact.

He tried to move his joints, but they felt as if they were filled with molten lead.

At the same time, he felt tiny worms burrowing into every cell of his body, into his spirit. Is this what it feels like to advance to the fifth level? Klein wondered to himself.

Thinking this, Klein mobilized quantum energy, intending to forcibly break through this restriction on the spiritual body.

But the next second, the mermaid's melodious song drifted over, stirring up the deepest desires within him, accumulating fervor and obsession, arousing Klein's emotions, and using this allure to gradually break free from his rigid and sluggish state.

Actually, there's no need to come looking for the mermaid; it's the same. Klein realized this to himself.

Perhaps he could start a business that specializes in helping Faceless Men advance to Master Puppets, charging one hundred gold pounds each time…

A few seconds later, Klein opened his eyes, and his body was completely normal.

It's done. Klein didn't bother to examine the "Master of Puppets'" extraordinary abilities; it was simply about manipulating puppets, nothing special.

He raised his hand and wiped his face, the mask covering it. Klein began to examine the extraordinary abilities of the Sequence Three "Ancient Scholar".

A grayish-white mist appeared before Klein's eyes.

Klein focused his attention and seemed to hear a few barks.

He reached out to touch it, but his spirituality, which was no less than that of a demigod, was being consumed rapidly. In just a second or two, more than half of it was gone. Klein immediately deactivated his ability and canceled the mask, feeling something was strange.

“After becoming a demigod, most of the abilities they use rely on divinity. If the quality of their spirituality is insufficient, they can only compensate with quantity.” Arianna kindly offered an explanation after noticing Klein’s attempt.

"I see." Klein said thoughtfully.

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Backlund, Queens.

Audrey sat in front of her dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.

It's quite late now; around 11 PM is usually when she's already asleep. Especially Monday, which is the time she looks forward to the most.

But tonight, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, even with the help of meditation, she couldn't calm herself down.

The Devil's speech at the Tarot meeting left her unsettled for a long time, so she sat up in bed and went to her dressing table.

“Audrey, you don’t look well,” Susie asked Audrey with concern. “Do you need me to [comfort] you?”

“No need, thank you Susie. I’m a psychologist myself.” Audrey smiled elegantly at Susie beside her.

She glanced in the direction of the door, leaned down, and whispered in Susie's ear.
"only……"

She told Susie what she had learned at the tarot meeting.

"Susie, what do you think?" Audrey asked Susie for her opinion.

“Um…Audrey, I’m just a dog.” Susie declined to comment.

You can't expect a dog to comment on angels and the true God.

"Yes, that's true." Audrey nodded gently and lay back down on the bed. She did feel much better after saying it out loud.

With a wave of her hand, golden irises bloomed around the bed, transforming her room into a sea of ​​flowers.

Amidst the faint fragrance of flowers, Audrey calmed herself and gradually fell asleep.

She hopes to find the answer in a simulated universe.

(End of this chapter)