Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 414 Let Flowers Grow from the Flesh and Blood of the Pleasure Envoy

Chapter 414 Let Flowers Bloom from the Flesh and Blood of the Pleasure Envoy (3,000 words)
The Fallen Mother Goddess withdrew her gaze; she had obtained the data she desired.

With His help, the Super Star Overlord accomplished something he could never have done under normal circumstances without exerting his full strength.

That's not the point; rather, it's that He truly felt a part of this concept of destiny.

Harmony, inclusiveness, symbiosis...

Although it differs considerably from His instincts, this destiny is very inclusive and will not have much impact on Him.

The Fallen Mother Goddess closed her eyes and continued to radiate her spirituality and consciousness.

His body gradually became fragmented and spread out.

Each fragment of the body is like a crimson puzzle piece, coming together in a jigsaw puzzle.

Today is a rare "blood moon".

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, and every ray of its light amplified the spirituality of all living beings. Those on extraordinary paths—pharmacies, farmers, prisoners, criminals…—felt this particularly acutely.

The hedonists of the Rose School spontaneously organized a large-scale revelry, while the temperanceists found today's asceticism exceptionally easy.

The high-sequence vampires felt that their bodies seemed to have become better, as if they had suddenly become thousands of years younger.

The descendants of Abraham were waiting for today's full moon murmurs, but under today's blood moon, the source of the murmurs seems to be on holiday.

Throughout the universe, all the offspring of the fallen Mother Goddess sensed the changes in their "Mother," even those beings of the Ancient Era were no exception.

Even some people inside the Earth have been affected to varying degrees.

She is the mother of all spiritual powers and represents the pillar of real-world power.

He connected the spirituality of all his offspring, linking them together to form a simple space that overlapped with reality yet did not interfere with it, converging into a vast ocean of spirituality.

The ruler of the astral realm can control the astral realm, the ruler of the spirit realm can control the spirit realm, but the ruler of reality cannot control reality.

This is so unreasonable.

Therefore, He wanted to create a new "plane," similar to the spirit world or the astral world, separate from reality.

He has already thought of a name.

It's called a matriarchal society.

Or, alternatively, it could be called the Sea of Spiritual Embryo.

In the Sea of the Spirit, droplets of water gather one after another, each drop representing the spirituality of a child.

The spiritual energy gathered and gradually expanded into puddles, lakes, rivers, seas, and the Milky Way.

Gradually, the image of reality was reflected in the Sea of Spiritual Embryo.

Next, beings that did not belong to the offspring of the Mother Goddess also appeared in the Sea of Spiritual Embryos, imprinted from the memories, perceptions, and spirituality of the offspring of the Mother Goddess.

at last……

Finally got fooled!
On Earth, Serres unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that appeared to be genuinely sincere.

He looked up at the crimson full moon in the sky.

From his perspective, the moon had already disintegrated, shattering into countless small pieces.

This situation was noticed not only by Serres, but also by all the mysterious beings on Earth, from angels to higher levels.

The internet-addicted old man, the Hidden Sage, looked up at the moon in the sky, but then looked down at the trash can.

I still think a trash can is better.

The Earth Mother Goddess Lilith felt somewhat hesitant as she encountered this new dimension.

However, it must be said that after connecting with the "Sea of Spiritual Embryo", He could clearly feel that His condition was better than before. The unconscious spirituality that had dissipated in the Sea of Spiritual Embryo had all turned into an unclaimed "anchor", which He could take or take as He pleased.

Rosell was even bolder, reaching directly into the still-developing sea of spiritual essence, scooping out a handful of spiritual energy, and scattering it on the ground in front of him. He smacked his lips.

The Spiritual Embryo Sea is clearly a beneficial existence for the entire universe, just like the Spirit Realm and the Astral Realm. Even if it cannot be used by everyone, its very existence is a great help.

This is a harmony mixed with a little abundance.

However, the current spiritual sea is not yet fully formed; it is only a special plane that can be barely perceived by high-ranking beings who have some connection with the Mother Goddess.

Serres's figure, with his head raised, vanished from the spot and reappeared in the Astral Plane, outside the divine realm filled with rice ears.

He gentlemanly raised his right hand and tapped it lightly twice in the air.

dong dong dong.

The knocking sounded out of nowhere.

He then made a gesture of taking off his hat, holding an imaginary hat to his chest, just like a true Victorian gentleman.

Within the divine realm, Lilith and Amanisis simultaneously heard the knocking sound that seemed to be right next to their ears. They turned their heads and looked across half the distance of the divine realm at Serres.

"Please come in." Lilith smiled maternally, playing along with Serres's performance.

According to His judgment, when talking to Serres, cooperating a little with his occasional little performances might make the conversation smoother and more harmonious.

Serres made a turning motion on the doorknob and a pushing motion on the door. First, there was a "click" sound in the air, followed by a "creak".

Then came the sound of the door slamming shut.

Immediately afterwards, he vanished from his spot and reappeared in the Divine Realm, not far from Lilith and Amanisis.

“My front door isn’t that old,” Lilith said with a soft laugh.

“Is that so?” Serres nodded knowingly. “Then it seems you’re quite wealthy.”

Lilith smiled without saying a word, watching Serres and waiting for him to continue.

“It seems there’s nothing to talk about. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t send my invitation three days in advance,” Serres shrugged. “Thank goodness you didn’t kick me out. I’m so grateful.”

“Well then, beautiful lady. Although this is not a grand ball, may I have the honor of asking you to dance?” Serres put one hand behind his back, bowed slightly, and extended his right hand to Lilith.

Lilith thought for half a second, then smiled and placed her slender left hand on Serris's hand.

Amanisis also wore a faint smile, but Serres sensed a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

He laughed even harder.

Serres and Lilith, hand in hand, began their graceful dance on the meadow with its swaying rice paddies, beside the babbling brook, before the goddess of night, Amanises.

[Great, it was my wife who committed the crime!]

But Serres's mind wasn't on the dance.

His spirit spread along with his contact with Lilith.

Using Lilith's spirituality as a springboard, Serres's spirit leaped into the Sea of Spiritual Embryo.

Meanwhile, his physical body, which had lost most of its control, continued to dance gracefully before Amanisis under Lilith's guidance.

Serres's consciousness leaped into the Sea of Spiritual Embryo, and heaven and earth were instantly reversed, as if passing through the surface of water and seeing that the underwater space was exactly the same as the space above the water.

This place is still "Lilith's Kingdom," and there is still a dancing man and woman and a woman watching from the sidelines.

But they are all transparent, just like this world, with a slightly illusory quality.

Guided by her intuition, Serres leaped gently into the air, soaring towards the crimson moon. The Mother Goddess wasn't on the moon, but that didn't matter; it didn't matter.

From the very beginning of his arrival in this world, he has been intentionally or unintentionally revealing his destiny.

Demonstrating communication with the true gods, creating potions related to destiny, creating those with extraordinary destiny, expanding the influence of those with extraordinary destiny...

In particular, he repeatedly emphasized the harmony that was quite in line with the fallen Mother Goddess.

He signed a contract with Amon using the concept of "Harmony," indirectly guiding Klein onto the path of "Harmony," and showcasing the destiny of "Harmony" and "Mystery" to assist in the appearance of "Lord of Mysteries" Klein.

Things didn't go as Serres had expected.

The Mother Goddess became interested in "fate".

He had enough patience to wait for the Mother Goddess to step onto the [Harmony].

[Propagation]... [Abundance]...

Soon, Serres got the opportunity he had been waiting for.

In matters of reproduction, He was overwhelmed by fate itself. In matters of abundance, He was punished by the Archer of Destiny.

Now, on the [Harmony] stage, it's Serres's turn.

He opened his right hand, revealing the flower that had pierced his skin and grown from it.

These are flowers bestowed by the star god of abundance, nourished by the flesh and blood of the messenger of joy.

It was just beginning to bloom, like an unformed smiling face.

Serres laughed too, a very happy laugh that brought tears to his eyes.

The tears fell onto the flowers.

The flowers smiled too.

Serres raised his left hand and lightly flicked it across his right wrist.

His right hand was severed, and his palm, carrying flowers, floated into the universe, towards the moon.

thump.

The severed hand passed through space, making a sound like it was falling into water.

The palm quickly shrank and was absorbed by the flower, causing it to bloom.

Colorful light spread out from the flower, reaching every corner of this unfinished "Sea of Spiritual Embryo".

A faint glimmer of light swept by, and flowers appeared out of thin air, spreading outwards, creating a fleeting, ethereal illusion.

There are knights riding candy-themed warhorses charging towards the giant mouth.

There were merchants handing balloons filled with gold coins to children.

There are doctors with strange appearances and chivalrous thieves who can scale walls and leap across rooftops.

There were weeping actors and fools raising their wine cups.

There was also a clown with a big smile on his face, holding a golden sevieria daisy.

They transformed into projections and entered every corner of the world along the Sea of Spiritual Embryos.

These projections sometimes collide, producing strange reactions.

For example, a phantom thief steals gold coins from a balloon and stuffs them into the flower core in the clown's hand. A strangely shaped doctor bandages the Candy Knight while casually scooping out a spoonful of ice cream.

Serres was amused by these comical performances.

His laughter echoed within the Sea of Spirits, causing every flower that heard it to bloom more brilliantly and spread more rapidly.

The area around Serres quickly transformed into a sea of flowers.

Every flower in the sea of flowers is smiling, and every smile is different.

Serres laughed as he raised his severed hand high, the blood spurting from the wound spraying onto the surrounding flowers like a sprinkler.

This world is too dull.

Serres doesn't like it.

At the bottom of the world lies despair and madness.

This is not fun at all.

The world shouldn't be like this; the world should be full of laughter.

Let the flesh and blood of the [joy] envoy bloom with flowers, merging into the spirit of all living beings. For the truth of the world is but a joke, and the ultimate meaning of all things resides in simple laughter.

Whether this is the delusion of a scorner or the joke of a fool, it doesn't matter.

The universe is merciless, but joy can dispel pain, ease sorrow, resist nihilism, and heal wounds.

Laughter is the inherent right of intelligent races, and it is the only answer.

This joyous sea of flowers will bloom in the Sea of Spiritual Embryo.

Integrate with spirituality, integrate with destiny.

Fate will bring happiness to every spiritual being.

It won't be much, at most just a little bit.

But it won't be less, because there will be at least a little bit.

Serres let out a silly chuckle in the Sea of Spirit Embryos.

Like a child who has just snatched a piece of candy.

It wasn't because he did something particularly great.

Simply because...