Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 411 Go to O-Tudor if you're angry
Deep within the mountain, a black mausoleum stands majestically against the backdrop of the mountain.

Its surface was free of weeds and vines, unlike those commonly found elsewhere on the mountain, and was covered with various inscriptions and symbols. The mausoleum's entrance was a heavy stone gate, nearly thirty meters high, seemingly designed for giants.

Two stone lions stand at the entrance of the mausoleum, which seem out of place with the mausoleum itself.

The interior of the mausoleum can only be described as "a complete mess".

From video game consoles to bronze artifacts, from anime figurines to antique murals.

On the high platform in the center of the mausoleum, there is a chair that looks like it was prepared for a giant. It is made of iron and its surface is engraved with intricate and twisted strange patterns. The top of the backrest extends upwards into the shape of a crown.

Russell, whose body size seemed small relative to the seat, lay on his side on the twisted and softened seat, scratching his buttocks.

I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

But a few seconds later, he sat up again, scratched his slightly curly hair, and sighed deeply.

If we were to ask who on Earth has the deepest connection with the Fallen Mother Goddess, then without a doubt, Roselle, who was corrupted by the Mother Goddess herself, would rank in the top three.

Naturally, the Mother Goddess could sense every major action she took.

A few months ago, for reasons unknown, Roselle's body suddenly began to split and grow worms. It took Roselle several days to suppress it.

A few days ago, the Mother Goddess acted erratically again, causing grass, trees, and fruit to grow on and around Roselle, almost turning her tomb into a primeval forest.

Today, the Fallen Mother Goddess acted erratically once again.

Russell raised his hands, looking helplessly at his palms.

His skin was cracked, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle pieced together but not completely fitting.

He could feel a strange connection between himself and his creations around him, as if those things had become part of his body and his consciousness had been dispersed among those creations.

Turning his head, he looked at the game console floating beside him. For some reason, Rosell felt like he was looking in a mirror.

What is this Mother Goddess up to now...?

Rosell didn't seem to do anything; the game console flew backward as if it had been slapped. Its flight path was then distorted in mid-air before it crashed to the ground, without hitting anything else.

Russell, expressionless, transformed into an information entity, feeling as if every strand of his information was connected together, each piece of information containing other information, both distant and unified.

At least no new consciousness was generated.

Russell closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and slammed it heavily against the backrest.

Why is that little guy named George III so slow?

The fact that a deification ceremony takes so long is far less than what He did back then.

Can you hurry up...?

Roselle rose from the throne and opened a "door" through the distorted space.

If you get angry, go and cook some more.

Aristotle, your Yellow Emperor has arrived!
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Simulated universe, inside the Source Castle.

Klein and his three companions had eaten and drunk their fill.

Finally, the "delicious trehalose" served as dessert was removed, and they finally began to talk about serious matters.

"Actually, there's nothing important to talk about. I had no idea I'd run into you guys here, I wasn't prepared at all." Klein said, adjusting the shape of his teeth to remove the vegetable leaves and minced meat stuck between them.

Even someone as strong as Klein gets food stuck in his teeth sometimes.

“Well, we should say something, right? We’re already here.” Merlin Hermes smiled at Klein. “For example, we’re actually quite curious about what this so-called destiny is. After all, that’s the biggest difference between you and us.”

“Well, it’s hard for me to explain.” Klein’s fingers tapped unconsciously on the table. “I say I’ve embarked on the path of [Harmony], but to be honest, I don’t really have a real feeling about it. After all, I embarked on this path with the help of a Mr. Sunday. I haven’t even thought about it.” “However, I do have some feelings about [Pleasure] that’s been forcibly brought up with potions. But I haven’t been able to reach [Pleasure], so I’m not sure if my feelings are right or wrong.”

Finally, Klein shook his head.

“I can feel joy in every corner of this world. Maybe it’s a passerby, or maybe it’s a trash can on the street. Everything has its own meaning, joy, and pleasure. But I can’t say it, I can’t describe my feelings.”

"I'll tell you when I've truly grasped the concept."

“Okay, then don’t you have any questions for us?” Merlin Hermes continued to ask.

His tone was soft and soothing, like that of a kind pastor communicating with believers.

“Honestly, you're giving me a strange feeling right now.” Klein thought for a moment and asked Merlin Hermes, “Does divinity really have that much influence on you?”

Merlin Hermes' expression remained unchanged. There was neither affirmation nor denial.

“If I had to say, based on my understanding of ‘German’ and ‘Dawn’, there’s basically nothing more to ask.” Klein looked into Merlin Hermes’ eyes. “Hmm, in that case, you’re probably the one I know the least about, right?”

“I can tell that you are different from the other two.”

Merlin Hermes nodded knowingly: "Yes, I have changed a lot. After all, looking at the same thing from the perspective of humanity and divinity always reveals different aspects."

"People like to call this change growth. Although I don't like it that much, I have to admit that it's good enough to allow me to do more things."

"But you lost something along the way?" Klein countered.

“You always lose something along the way,” Merlin Hermes replied.

"After you became an angel, did you have any particularly lofty ideals or great ambitions?" Klein asked with a smile. "For example, to become a truly great being and spread your mercy throughout heaven and earth."

Merlin Hermes smiled and then shook his head.

"No, I am not a great person, never have been."

He wore a warm smile, gentle and calm.

"But what if one day I lose control and become a sealed artifact?"

"I hope……"

"I can turn into a fully automatic wish-granting machine."

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The astral realm is the kingdom of the Mother Earth.

This place is filled with the breath of life, with wheat ears, flowers, grass, mushrooms, trees and springs spread across every corner.

At the center of the divine kingdom stood Lilith, voluptuous and beautiful, radiating maternal glow.

He tilted his head back, gazing upon the summit of God's kingdom, the barrier of the stars. At his feet grew ears of wheat, and surrounded by springs.

He walked barefoot on the ground, each step producing a flower, followed by lush greenery, before returning to dust.

White, tender feet stepped on the ground, covered in mud, but they didn't care at all.

Her fingertips, unpainted, twitched slightly, and the instep reflected an appetizing sheen under the shimmering light of the stars.

He raised his head and looked at the star realm.

Through the barrier, the moon could be seen radiating a faint crimson glow.

Expanding, contracting. Slightly withdrawing, then quickly closing again.

(End of this chapter)