Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 395 Does nobody really understand tentacle monsters?

Iron Cross Street, Tingen City.

Following the spirit's guidance, Azik took the "Street Lamp Lady" from the star and brought it back to its original place.

Releasing their hands, the streetlights floated up out of thin air, as if supported by an invisible "spirit," and were pushed back into place, returning to above "Mr. Trash Can."

Azik raised one hand and rested his chin on it.

Although He could know what the stars were fantasizing about, He still found it somewhat difficult to understand the "source" of these fantasies.

How did she come up with such a... unique story?

Azik looked at the streetlights and tried to imagine. He tried to imagine the light from the kerosene lamps as an "embrace".

Unfortunately, He failed.

Perhaps... because Miss Streetlight has fallen for someone else? So she's stopped embracing the trash can? Azik pondered.

After thinking for a moment, He stretched out a hand and reached into the range of the kerosene lamp's light.

But He still couldn't see anything.

The man, with his gentle features, bronze skin, and weathered eyes, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if he was amused by what he had just done.

“Looks like you didn’t see anything.” Serres appeared not far from Azik at some point, under another lit street lamp.

Azik Eggers wasn't surprised at all by Serres's sudden appearance, and replied in a gentle tone, "Perhaps my imagination is too poor. You know, as people get older, their imaginations tend to decline."

Then, He withdrew His arm and looked at Serres: "Good evening, it's our second meeting. The gloves you left me last time reminded me of a lot of things, thank you very much."

"I know that for people like you with such high moral standards, expressing gratitude back and forth is a necessary procedure, but it always sounds so troublesome to me," Serres said, pursing his lips.

“But your inability to see has nothing to do with age. I know at least two old men who can be easily ‘seen’.” Serres held up a finger and shook it. “One of them may not be as old as you in actual age, but his biological age is much older than yours.”

"The other one is probably around your age, or maybe a bit older."

Azik thought for a moment and then said a name: "The Hidden Sage? Did He become like that because of you?"

“Who can say for sure?” Serres said, shaking his head. “What if He originally had that inclination?”

Azik nodded without refuting, after all, he didn't have many memories of the past, and he wasn't sure if the Hidden Sage had been a dumping ground for trash.

"So you came to me because you want me to be able to see those things too?" Azik asked.

"Well, it's interesting to do that, but it depends on talent. No, don't look at me like that. I have no interest in corrupting you, and I don't... I rarely... use the ability to corrupt others."

"I just want to ask, are you interested in trying to get rid of your current state? A state of dying and being reborn again and again."

Azik's fingers twitched. "What you're saying is very intriguing." "So, what's the price?"

Serres thought for a moment: "How about becoming an angel of the Church of Pleasure? I previously included you in the church's scriptures. If you refuse, wouldn't I be a fraud?"

“This isn’t something I can’t accept,” Azik replied. “If you can really do it, I’m willing to be your angel.”

Serres held up two fingers: "First, I am not the Lord of Fools. Second, please don't speak in such a gay manner. I have no interest in men... or men who look like men."

Azik paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Sorry, I misspoke. I can become an angel under the Lord of Fools."

After saying that, He added, "However, I thought that people at your level no longer had that kind of desire."

“Of course it exists, but with that level of insight, if you can see everything clearly, then there’s nothing you can do.” Serres explained as he recalled, “I’ve tried it too, but I found that I can clearly see the pores on a person’s body, hear the sound of cell division, feel parasites crawling and hissing under the skin, and clearly distinguish the components of every hormone in the body…”

"But then I discovered that if we don't limit our focus to humans, many problems become much easier to solve." Serres became increasingly excited as he spoke. "Let me tell you, my favorite type of ancient cosmic beast has tentacles..."

“Excuse me,” Azik interrupted Serris, a rare occurrence for him, “but could you tell me how I can get out of that state?”

Cyrus's XP was too advanced; Azik felt he couldn't listen to it anymore.

"Ah, you don't want to listen? I thought you, as a mythical being, would understand," Serres said regretfully.

"So let's get back to the topic we started with."

"The reason you are constantly reincarnated is because your soul is incomplete."

"And all of this stemmed from a covert attempt made before Death's fall."

Where there is the stitching of souls, there is also the separation of souls. A thousand years ago, Death foresaw its own end and, unwilling to simply perish, quietly separated its child, the Death Regent of the Byron Empire… that is, your soul, taking one half and replacing it with a certain object, stitching it together with your spirit.

"To be honest, this kind of behavior is quite outrageous. The last time I heard of something like this was about a 'coffee addict.' Speaking of which, he was also a powerful grim reaper who mastered the rules. During that time, if he added three spoonfuls of sugar to his coffee, his pet horse would die."

"The half of your soul that was taken from you merged with the 'uniqueness' of the Death God Path, giving the latter a certain instinct and causing it to actively influence high-sequence powerhouses of the Corpse Collector Path who failed to advance. This is what the Spirit Cult calls 'artificial Death Gods'."

"So you mean, you want me to reabsorb that part of my soul? Absorb the artificial Grim Reaper and the uniqueness?" Azik guessed. "But that would most likely make me unlike myself, make me lose my sense of self."

"To contain a mad and amnesiac spirit, I will forget everything from the past, and everyone I once cherished."

"That's right. Although this can make you return to your original form, so you don't die and be resurrected again and again, it doesn't mean that the person you are now, or the lives you've experienced in the past, will truly degenerate into a dream."

“But that’s easy to solve,” Serres said.

"All you need to do is make yourself stronger than that half of the soul, and then make the other half meaningless."

(End of this chapter)