Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 433 What a coincidence! We're both thieves, let's have a contest!

In Hazel's bedroom, on a thick carpet embroidered with ornate patterns, there was a set of small leather sofas. On the surface of one of the single sofas was a cushion covered with dense, white fur. In the center of the cushion lay a gray mouse, whose eyes were closer to dark red than those of its kind.

Not far from her sat a young girl in an elegant dress; she was Hazel Macht, the daughter of Congressman Macht.

Beside him was a book with a pink cover, a science fiction novel written by an author called "Miss Pink Fairy".

That book described many imaginings about the future world, and it was one of her favorite books.

Not only this book, but she loves reading most of the books written by this author. Unconsciously, her thinking has also changed to some extent. Occasionally, she would think about the differences between the era she lives in and the era described in the book, and why she can't live in an era like the one described in the book.

She would occasionally show these books to her parents, but they didn't seem very interested.

However, she noticed that similar comments could occasionally be heard in aristocratic circles, and people were also commenting on the books written by this pink fairy lady.

As a Sequence 8 con artist, she instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The mouse on the sofa is Hazel's teacher, who is casually recounting the problems Hazel encountered in the extraordinary world.

“You must remember that in the world of mysticism, any place involving supernatural forces is fraught with danger, so you must not be careless,” a female voice, interspersed with squeaks, said from the rat’s mouth.

“For example, we thieves should often stay hidden in the shadows rather than displaying our abilities openly. This applies to all ranks.” The rat looked at Hazel.

Hazel looked at the mouse on the sofa with admiration in her eyes: "Teacher, what sequence are you an Extraordinary?"

The mouse turned its head and looked at the full-length mirror in the room, where Hazel was looking at her reflection.

"Me? I am a Sequence Four Thief. In the Extraordinary Realm, powerful beings like us are called demigods." Her tone carried a hint of pride, after all, becoming a Sequence Four demigod, especially a Thief, was no easy feat.

Just then, Hazel in the mirror suddenly looked away from her reflection and towards her real self.

The mouse demigod didn't react much, thinking that it was Hazel in the real world who turned her head, causing her reflection in the mirror to change her movements as well.

But at that moment, Hazel in the mirror revealed a gentle, elegant, and polite smile and spoke softly.

"What a coincidence, we are both demigod thieves. How about we have a contest?"

The gray mouse, who had been unresponsive, finally got a warning. She stood up abruptly and stared intently at the full-length mirror.

"Who are you?!" she demanded.

“Me? Hah.” Hazel chuckled softly in the mirror. “As for my name, it’s rather ordinary…”

As he spoke, the reflection in the mirror watched as the rat demigod smiled and took a reddish-purple eyeball out of his pocket. Then, with a gentle squeeze of his finger, it was flattened into a monocle made of crystal and put on his right eye.

“Let’s call him ‘Ammon’.”

The next second, something unexpected happened.

The mirror suddenly started flashing like an old-fashioned television, displaying garbled text and flickering, shaking colored blocks.

The color of the Heyole in the mirror gradually faded, as if it had been fading.

Immediately afterwards, Hazel in the mirror raised her right hand and gently scratched in the direction of the rat demigod.

Click.

bump!
The rat demigod felt as if the environment around him had shattered like a mirror.

She didn't know when, but she had already entered the world in the mirror.

The world in the mirror is no different from the outside world, except that tiny fragments of the mirror float around it, reflecting the scene outside the mirror from different angles.

Subsequently, various kinds of creeping signals, flickering, and snow-like patterns appeared on the surfaces of those mirrors.

The person standing before him, Hazel, had transformed into another. This man wore a long, black trench coat, paired with black trousers and black leather shoes. He had a broad forehead, a thin face, and wore a tall top hat and distinctive monocle glasses, giving him an extremely refined appearance.

A demigod! This person is actually a demigod!
Seeing this, the rat demigod's tail lashed out rapidly, as if trying to unleash its inner rage. Then, the rat raised its right forepaw, attempting to "steal" its enemy's extraordinary abilities.

Meanwhile, her mind was racing.

This doesn't seem to be the thief's extraordinary ability. What is it? A magical artifact? Or has he been deceiving himself from the beginning, and is he not a thief at all?
Strange and complex patterns lit up and flashed in the eyes of the rat demigod, attempting to analyze Amon, who was wearing a monocle in front of him.

She knew about the Amon family. They were their mortal enemies. But she had never confronted an Amon directly, didn't know his strength, and couldn't be sure if he was a real thief.

Just then, the mouse's paws suddenly blurred twice, and then disappeared like deleted data. "Why isn't it parsed yet? Don't rush, take your time." Amon smiled and spoke gently, as if looking at a child doing odd jobs for a toy.

His actions were more like snatching a toy from a child's hand that might hurt them.

Suddenly, the dark red light in the rat's eyes became more and more obvious and bright, her breathing became heavier and heavier, the veins on her body bulged, and she kept making wild growls.

"Hey, calm down," Amon said calmly.

In the next instant, the rat demigod stole the distance between herself and Amon. Her body rapidly expanded to the size of a person, and she raised her only remaining, enlarged paw, slapping it down at Amon.

bump!
The claws slammed into the ground.

It was slapped onto the intricately patterned carpet.

But soon, the carpet seemed to come alive. Its intricate patterns stood up like snakes, detaching from the carpet, as if it had suddenly entered three dimensions from two dimensions.

Immediately afterwards, these patterns wrapped around the rat demigod's body, and then immediately decreased from three dimensions to two dimensions, becoming patterns covering the rat's body.

"squeak!"

The rat demigod felt his movements were restricted. He suddenly moved and was pressed down onto the carpet, as if he was about to be dragged into the carpet and become a painting.

Not far away, Amon had already put on a mask sometime earlier.

The mask was predominantly black, with facial features painted in white. Around the right eye were twelve pale gold, translucent worms, connected end to end to form a circle.

It looks like a monocle painted on a mask.

Amon's expression was completely hidden beneath the mask, but at least on the mask itself, he appeared to be smiling.

The rat demigod struggled and howled, and a hysterical voice came from her mouth:

"Why are you forcing me?"

"Why are you forcing me?"

"I just want to live, why are you forcing me!"

Amon picked at his ear.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We're all villains, why are you pretending to be innocent?"

But the rat demigod paid no heed; various intricate symbols began to flash across his body. His skin cracked open, and strange insects with seven or eight segments emerged.

"Oh? Are you about to activate your mythical creature form?" Amon touched his mask. "No, you can't."

As soon as Amon finished speaking, without him doing anything, the rat demigod's action of activating his mythical creature form suddenly stopped, abruptly interrupted.

Her eyes bulged out and were bloodshot.

The madness in his eyes faded, leaving only despair.

But the next moment, her eyes returned to calm.

The hair around her right eye had turned white at some point.

It's like he's grown a monocle.

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P.S.: Many people think that Alicia didn't do anything, but does no one really think it's strange that she suddenly started writing a book?
Transforming an era is not something that can be accomplished overnight, especially in a world with a God.

Perhaps I haven't described it directly enough; I've mostly used indirect hints, which might not be very obvious. So I'll write it out directly here.

What Alicia is doing now is to slowly transform the minds of the lower classes, and then feed back to the true God through "anchors".

It was my fault, I am guilty. I failed to clearly express Alicia's dedication. Stop saying that Alicia did nothing.

There were also comments saying that my writing about Ellie was like that of a nerdy guy. That's my fault too, I'm guilty, I'm guilty. I couldn't write with the kind of universal love that Ellie has, mainly because in this book, Ellie can only connect with women. If she connected with men, my book would definitely be criticized.

Stop criticizing Ellie, just criticize me instead.

(End of this chapter)