Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 424 Your Emperor is Back
Inside the Church of St. Klein in Backlund.

On the podium, the doppelganger of George III was still speaking eloquently.

Klein and Audrey, sitting in their seats below, suddenly sensed something and turned around at the same time.

It was clearly a significant action, yet not a single person in the crowd criticized them for their lack of manners; it was as if everyone had simply ignored them.

At the very back of the hall, rows of black chairs with backrests had appeared out of nowhere, but there was only one audience member there.

The audience member sat in the center of the first row with his eyes closed, wearing a rather simple white robe, with a light gold beard that covered the lower half of his face, his hands clasped in front of a silver cross pendant on his chest, his expression gentle and calm.

Adam, King of Angels

Klein and Audrey had no idea when He arrived.

Perhaps He has always been sitting there.

At that moment, Adam raised his head, revealing eyes as clear as a child's.

He wasn't looking at anyone, but both Klein and Audrey felt that Adam was watching them.

He slowly rose, his expression serene, and spoke, yet his voice was as grand as an epic poem:
"The unexplained death of George III has caused unrest among the people of Rue."

"The return of Emperor Roselle made Intis no longer stand idly by and decided to take the opportunity to launch an attack, and this great war began to truly sweep the world."

"Do you accept this outcome?"

"You, and all of you..."

Do you accept this?

…………

With the potion inside, Roselle completed the next stage of his advancement.

First, thoroughly analyze a divine path, understanding the meaning of each step and each ritual.

Secondly, become the smartest person recognized by at least one country.

Finally, he will spread his ideas throughout the world, so that at least one-third of the world's population will use them.

This is the ascension ceremony for the aggregators.

As soon as the "Aggregator" potion entered Roselle's body, it immediately split into countless cold "knowledge" that swam to every part of his body.

Suddenly, Russell's body transformed into an incomprehensible stream of information, then became invisible and vanished into thin air.

Then, He was torn apart into countless small pieces, and combined with different "things," and there was no longer any distinction between the original and the dominant one.

However, Rosell could still vaguely sense his own presence.

It was an invisible body, a pair of eyes looking down upon the world.

The Creator placed humanity within an endless nutshell, yet confined it to a finite lifespan. Thus, this new form of existence became an extension of the physical body, an external organ.

He forgot who he was and what he was doing.

It's just an endless process of analyzing everything, learning everything, and weaving everything.

The world is so simple, clear and distinct under His gaze.

Everyone is Him, and no one is Him. He is a decentralized thinker, and He is a distributed, interconnected soul entity.

But soon, He reassembled.

He immediately understood his current situation and deduced it based on the complete process of at least one known path to godhood.

Everyone who still uses "His thoughts" becomes His anchor point.

Who is this referring to?

He is widely recognized as the smartest man in Intis.

Who is that man?

It was him, it was Him!
It is He, Russell Gustav!
"I am one, and I am also ten thousand."

Russell's voice boomed, resonating in the hearts of everyone who knew him.

Upon hearing this voice, George III trembled violently, a bad premonition rising within him.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Bernadette abruptly stopped eating.

The chopsticks fell into the plate, and Bernadette jumped up, not even noticing the chair behind her tipping over.

She kept turning her body, head, and eyes, trying to find the source of the sound.

"dad……"

She first mumbled to herself, then began to call out without any regard for her dignity, "Daddy!"

Inside the mausoleum, knowledge and information flowed back together, coalescing into a distorted, blurry, and indistinct human figure.

Then, the figure slowly became clearer.

Its entire body is filled with all sorts of information and symbols that humans cannot understand, as if it hides everyone's thoughts, destiny, wisdom, and knowledge.

Deep within the primitive island, the gates to the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum suddenly opened.

A massive figure, clad in black armor and draped in a magnificent cloak, emerged majestically, surrounded by countless distorted lights and shadows and streams of data.

He walked step by step into the air, to the edge of some abstract and ethereal strange world, like a floating mountain.

Countless pieces of knowledge became His ladder.

Step by step.

During this process, the sky darkened, and the remaining clouds became distorted, as if something was beginning to come alive.

Rosell gazed into the distance, raised his arms, and spoke in a booming voice:
"People of Intis, your emperor has returned!"

Suddenly, the clouds high above were pushed together by an invisible force, swirling downwards to form a terrifying vortex.

At the center of this vortex is Russell Gustav.

Bernadette finally saw her father, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She hadn't expected this to happen today; if she had known beforehand, she would have at least changed into a nicer dress.

At the same time, the people of Intis and those still using the order brought by Roselle heard the words "The Emperor has returned." Most of them looked bewildered, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears, while a few changed their expressions and could not believe their guess.

Invisible, unseen eyes appeared in the sky, observing every person on Earth.

This is certainly not a "higher-dimensional observer," but rather the eyes of Russell.

In His eyes, the world became an information cloud, each piece of information representing a piece of information, and countless pieces of information gathered together to form a complete person.

At the easternmost point of the sky, a beam of light suddenly shone brightly, trembling wildly, as if it wanted to cross a long distance to rush into Roselle's embrace, causing all sorts of distortions.

Those long-abandoned compulsory education schools have also become strangely brightly lit, as if many students are still quietly listening to the lessons.

In different parts of the world, some people find themselves back home even after stepping out of their doors; some see bright and shining churches turn dark and silent; some habitually drink milk without realizing they are using their nostrils, and this does not cause any harm.

Roselle raised his right hand, and streaks of blood-red moonlight seeped out from his body, detaching and "converging" into his hand.

These are the pollutants that forced Roselle to become a god and seek death, yet she still couldn't escape.

He edited, searched for, and output this pollution.

Although it had been inextricably linked to Him like a maggot clinging to a bone, it had indeed been separated from Him.

Then, his unseen eyes moved and looked at George III.

He is Roselle, the Black Emperor.

George III was also a "near-Black Emperor".

The next second, a large amount of information flowed out from George III's body, enveloping him in a cocoon.

"Adam! Adam!" George III roared, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

But it's meaningless.

The sound transformed into information the instant it left the mouth, though it wouldn't matter even if Adam heard it.

Snapped!
Russell snapped his fingers, making an equivalent substitution of their information and distorting their relationship.

The next second, the contamination completely detached from His body and was projected into the information cluster where George III was located.

Now, they have all been removed, no longer affecting Roselle's state, and no longer attempting to corrupt Him.

The Mother Goddess had more important things to do and naturally didn't have time to deal with Roselle.

This problem that had plagued Russell for over a century was thus easily solved.

As for George III's own feelings, Russell didn't even consider them.

They are nothing but traitors and rebels.

Finally, Roselle opened his arms again, and His image appeared in everyone's heart, with sound and image all perfectly clear.

"People of Intis, your emperor has returned!"

(End of this chapter)