Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 452 Zarathustra killed Klein

Having completely lost the ability to resist, Klein attempted to mobilize the power of the imprint, specifically the "Cause and Effect Cycle" of the [Heavenly Wisdom] imprint, in an attempt to turn the tables on Klein.

But he can't do it; he can't do anything right now.

This ability, which had once worked every time, was now undoubtedly out of his control.

Looking at Klein's current state, Zarathustra still wore a gentle smile, without any sarcasm, only gentleness.

He stepped forward slowly and reached out to touch Klein's chest.

With his thoughts completely scattered, Klein was thinking about countless things at the same time, which made him think faster even in a semi-densely coupled state than under normal circumstances.

The crows had been appearing frequently lately, but he hadn't paid any attention to it; his spirituality hadn't even given him a warning... This might be due to suppression from angels of the same path...

Today, when Serres first appeared on the carriage, he used a fire leap. His reason was… he thought the effect was cool, but perhaps he didn't have any other means of teleportation… or… this method was more convenient… more familiar to him…

At noon, he wanted to ascend the gray fog... to perform divination... to confirm his suspicions, but he only took four steps backward without actually stepping onto the gray fog... and he didn't sense anything unusual...

Paddo and Arodes treated him somewhat casually today, lacking their usual intimacy or eagerness... This was... because Zarathustra didn't know their true feelings towards Klein in private...

The signal is so bad today, no matter what function the phone has... it's unusable, I can only check the time... because it's not a phone at all, just a brick disguised by illusion... the real phone is... with Serres...

When Serres shot the crows today, he used air bullets... This is a very classic ability of the Diviner's pathway...

While spending the entire day with Serres, he couldn't detect anything unusual about the other man. He felt... that Serres was exactly the same as the Serres he remembered... because... because a truly powerful Faceless Man... couldn't possibly reveal anything unusual in everyday life...

next moment.

The withered hand plunged straight in, ripped through the skin, and grasped Klein's heart.

That heart has now gradually transformed into a bizarre organ formed by countless translucent worms. These translucent worms flow in Klein's blood and crawl through his skin.

Zarathustra held the still-beating organ, which could perhaps not be called a heart, tightly in his hand. He slowly backed away, leading Klein from the balcony into the room, then withdrew his hand and removed the heart from Klein's chest.

Klein's head, which had been gradually mutating, stopped changing. It no longer grew fleshy buds or tentacles, and there were no more worms wriggling under his skin.

His head slowly lowered, his body tilted, he bent over, and his hands hung limply at his sides.

One after another, illusory spiritual threads hung down from the ceiling, hooking him and dragging him away from his original position, hanging him on the ceiling.

"Ugh."

An old sigh rang out.

he died.

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Meanwhile, something else was also happening.

At night, elegant gas lamps made of black metal illuminate the streets of Pulitzer Bay.

By this time, most ships had already entered the port, and quiet was the dominant atmosphere here.

Two days have passed since the gates of the Forsaken Land were opened, and Alicia and the others have all returned home.

And today, Alicia has one more thing to do.

That is to help Sharon steal the mummy and make mummy powder for little Sharon who longs to grow up.

She had investigated carefully; this item, in the hands of someone outside the Prisoner's Path, was simply an antique. Its commercial value outweighed its intrinsic worth. It wasn't anything particularly important, and in fact, it would be more troublesome if it ended up in the hands of the Rose School.

Then she can help without worry.

On the top floor of a warehouse, surrounded by numerous wooden crates, Alicia, dressed as a phantom thief, cautiously peeked out with binoculars, pretending to be a professional observer of the docks. Behind her stood Maric in a white shirt and black vest, and Sharon, still dressed in her usual black soft hat and court dress.

The rooftops of the buildings there were occupied by soldiers dressed in simple mechanical armor, carrying power packs and holding thick-barreled rifles. They patrolled back and forth, keeping watch on the surroundings, ready to fire at any unauthorized person who dared to approach, giving only a warning.

Seeing these people's attire, Alicia puffed out her cheeks.

She sold this suit of armor to the Steam Church and to Backlund University of Technology.

The simple mechanical armor also has some cute little patterns on it. This is from the contract that Alicia signed when she sold the copyright, which stated that if anyone wanted to use the patent she provided, they had to include the little patterns she drew.

Now, what Alicia needs to overcome is this small team equipped with the gear she provided.

You dare use my spell against me, Potter!
Besides these, there were several exaggerated mechanical monsters parked around the dock. They were made entirely of metal, taller than giants, with rotating tops, cold machine guns, and vertical chimneys. The bottoms were white, with rivets, nuts, and gears exposed in many places, making them look very rugged.

In addition, the machine had a thick cannon barrel at the front and two rows of metal wheels at the bottom, covered with rubber tracks. Near these steel monsters, on the dock, a dark metal tower more than ten meters high was erected, with a complex but not very refined pulley system, from which steel cables and hooks hung down.

These are the Rosell gun emplacement and the Rosell tank.

Alicia raised her hand and covered her face with a magnificent crystal mask.

This was the mask that brought her into this world. It was also the knowledge contained within this mask that allowed her to know that the world she once knew had become more complete, allowing her to stay in this new world and do what she wanted.

With the mask covering her face, she could clearly feel her mind becoming clearer and her body and mind becoming more joyful. Both her destiny and her own destructive energy were running more smoothly.

After waiting for a while, a deep, mournful sound rang out, and ships entered the harbor in the darkness.

Alicia raised her hand and summoned a beautiful pink bow.

A flawless love.

This is a Divine Key that Serres claims to have "copied" using the core of the "Herrscher of Origin".

In other words, it's a bow made from her ashes before she time-traveled.

Although it was said to be a replica, Alicia could sense her own aura within it.

So Serres really did dig up her grave, didn't he? Alicia's thoughts wandered.

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On the other side, 15 Minsk Street.

Zaratu first glanced at Padmon, whose body was radiating mysterious symbols, then turned back to look at Klein's corpse hanging from the ceiling.

He released his grip, and the heart, composed of translucent worms, slowly floated up, hovering in mid-air, emitting a strange, distorted light.

Something seemed to be taking shape inside that heart. Behind him, the symbols on Padmon slowly disappeared, merging into his skin and disappearing from sight.

Suddenly, fleshy tentacles sprouted from Zaratu's skin. He clutched his chest, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees. His aged head drooped, and his eyes became vacant.

As these buds wriggled, they reshaped his body, which rapidly shrank, turning him into a rat.

He was just a secret partner.

(End of this chapter)