Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 489 A New Tarot Meeting
"Keep it for now, it might come in handy later," the ancient sun god interrupted Amon.

While Command Seals can indeed achieve "miracles" on a small scale, if the wish is too broad, the effect is relatively much less effective compared to a single wish.

His gaze swept across a certain direction, met Adam's eyes for a moment, and then looked away, his gaze piercing through infinity as he examined this "future" world in detail.

Bringing people from the past into the present is something even a third-order ancient scholar can easily do.

But to awaken the consciousness of the dead is already beyond the comprehension of the ancient sun god.

“Consciousness…” The ancient sun god clenched his fist.

He knew about the Holy Grail War, a popular series from the Old Ages. But He knew it was fake, at least in this world.

"Is it because of destiny?" Through His partial omniscience and omnipotence, He roughly deduced a general idea: "Memory, mystery, pleasure..."

"So that's how it is. I'm just a fake too..." The ancient sun god said this calmly, without changing his expression.

"Fake? How could that be?" Amon was the first to object.

He is the embodiment of all the world's errors; He can tell the truth from the falsehood at a glance.

"I simply possess all the memories of that ancient sun god, merged with His history and His identity, and finally became part of His historical projection." The ancient sun god, like a true father, patiently explained to his child.

“Essentially, I am just a copy of Him.”

"Before I receive the spiritual imprint of that true ancient sun god, I can call myself Him, but for now, I am not Him."

"Because my position is high enough, you couldn't see it."

After saying this, the ancient sun god stretched his right hand to his chest, passing through it as if through an opaque body of water, grabbed a mask, pulled it out, and handed it to Amon.

This is the mask that Amon used when summoning the ancient sun god.

Now that He has been summoned, He can sustain His existence through imagination and no longer needs any so-called support.

"I see." Amon adjusted his monocle, took the mask, and said nothing more.

“I can separate His spiritual imprint and merge it with you, so that He truly belongs to you and He can be revived within you.” Adam appeared at the scene at some point.

His expression was calm, and he held the cross to his chest with one hand, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"This will not affect you. Your thoughts will not be replaced, your cognition will not be distorted, and your way of thinking will not be changed. Because you are His projection, a copy of the original Sun God."

Before the ancient sun god fell, God had already been revived within Him.

Adam, as the divine aspect of the ancient sun god, naturally inherited a portion of the revived divine consciousness after inheriting the spiritual imprint of the ancient sun god.
Adam had become a traveler on his destiny, and the mark of the ancient sun god had become a burden for him.

He could have succeeded by using his connection with the ancient sun god and having Amon exploit a loophole to create an "error".

This is not too difficult for Amon, who now has nearly half of the Old Days, including the mask.

He believed that Amun would not refuse, after all, a false imitation of the ancient sun god was of no value to Amun.

For Him, it would be best if God's resurrected consciousness could be transferred into the body of the ancient sun, but if not, it would not be a loss for Him.

The ancient sun god looked at Adam for a few seconds, then looked away and gazed back at the world.

The enormous battle moon in the sky, the tall mechanical buildings in the residential areas, electric cars, airplanes, bicycles, electric vehicles, and the "Leodoro Power Station"—all these buildings and facilities came into His view.

His gaze went further and further afield.

Seeing the human cities outside.

Finally, His gaze pierced through reality and illusion, and He saw a mask that none of the other true gods had been able to see.

"Hi~" Serres waved to greet Him, even though He didn't have hands in this form.

The gaze of the ancient sun god was calm, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

He nodded:

"it is good."

…………

Monday arrived in the blink of an eye.

On the high seas, Stern Island.

This is an island shrouded in mist, located on the edge of the Sunia Sea, off the main shipping lanes.

To reach this pristine island, ships must deviate from the main course and sail for at least twelve hours amidst lurking sea monsters and swirling storms, always in danger of sinking. Only navigators familiar with the route can steer the ships to the vicinity.

This is a primitive island in the sea, with almost no indigenous people. It is now probably a small base of the resistance.

In the heart of the island, surrounded by towering peaks and lush jungle, a base carved downwards appears, like a basin.

This place also features various tall mechanical buildings, bearing a high degree of similarity to the clearly modern Silver City, but they are not entirely the same.

The buildings in Baiyin City are more like residential buildings, while this place is more like a research institute.

At this moment, there is a metal ship on display. It is made entirely of metal, has no sails, and looks like both a ship and an airplane.

“Captain Otto…” John stood behind Otto, his voice trailing off.

Otto assumed he had come to see him off, and with a gentle smile, said, "There's no need to say anything. All good things must come to an end, and we all have our own paths to follow. Besides, I'm just going on a long trip; I'm not going to die. Don't worry, I'll be back."

“No, that’s not what I meant,” John said. “I’m just curious, are you planning to use yourself as a cannonball to launch yourself?”

"Look, you said a couple of days ago that you wanted to fly into the sky, and then you made this long machine that looks like a catapult. You must have launched yourself out of there."

"Captain, may I light the fire?" John asked, handing a basket of firecrackers to Otto. "Captain, after you fly up, can you set all of these on fire? I want to see fireworks."

Otto closed his eyes briefly. He smiled, reached out, took the basket, and changed the subject, saying, "You didn't come to see me just for this, did you?"

"Oh, right, and this too." John suddenly remembered the important matter and quickly showed Otto the back of his right hand.

"A couple of days ago, this thing suddenly appeared on the back of my hand. I came here to tell the captain."

"A couple of days ago? Then why are you only saying this now?" Otto asked while examining the mark.

"Yeah, I always thought it was from sleeping with my head resting on the back of my hand, that left the red marks."

Is your brain really only the size of a walnut?

"Uh, thanks. They used to say I was brainless."

"Really? Congratulations on your growth."

…………

Inside the ancient palace above the gray fog.

Klein sat alone before the towering throne, looking at the empty bronze table before him and the boundless gray mist below, and couldn't help but yawn.

Strange, even though it's a tarot meeting that's supposed to be held every week, why does it feel like more than three weeks have passed in his mind?
Klein tapped the surface of the bronze table lightly with his fingers, then raised his hand to rub his temples, feeling a slight headache.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled forcefully.

Forget it.

I can't figure it out. I can only attribute it to the fact that I've been doing too much lately, which has caused some problems with my sense of time.

Klein extended his spirituality, reaching out to touch the deep red stars in the gray fog.

A crimson light emerged, and the members of the Tarot Society appeared simultaneously. Serres and Rosell nodded to Klein, Alicia, Pado, and Xing waved in greeting, and Otto gracefully performed a noble salute. The remaining few, who were only Sequence Four or less than Demigods, stood up and greeted Mr. Fool in unison.

Klein looked around and suddenly had some thoughts:
The Hanged Man is now a cardinal of the Church of Storms. Due to his outstanding performance during the war and his ability to defend the front lines during the riot of the sealed artifacts a few days ago, he has been put in charge of the entire diocese of the Roseside Islands.

Although "Justice" has temporarily lost contact with the Psychological Alchemy Society, she is now qualified to become a member of the judging panel. Having become the author, she recently prayed to Klein, requesting to complete the audience pathway sequence five advancement ceremony with Mr. Fool's blessing.

Although Klein didn't think she had the financial means to use that strange object as a spell, and therefore no need to seek his help, he still agreed.

"Sun" became an elder of the "Six-Person Council" of Silver City, leading the Silver City exploration team to establish a new Silver City on an island outside the city. The various high-tech products and skyscrapers were completely different from the surrounding medieval style, making it the economic, trade and tourism center of the entire sea, and also the safest place in the entire sea and even the entire world.

During the war, "Moon" completed the digestion of the "Crimson Scholar" potion. Klein took the opportunity to sell him the "Witch King" extraordinary property he had obtained when hunting the Dark Saint, which allowed him to successfully become a vampire count.

At the same time, he also advanced to Sequence Six, "The Pacifist," in the Abundance Path. However, during the last Tarot meeting, he solemnly stated that he would not advance any further.

At the time, Klein was still somewhat confused. After asking Serres, he learned that the Sequence 5 ascension ritual of the Abundance Path required Emlyn to implant the head of a living person into his body.

"Star" became a high-ranking deacon of the Church of the Night's "Night Watchers," codenamed "Goddess's Shovel," wielding a shovel-shaped relic, which was said to have been a friendly gift from the Church of Pleasure to the Church of the Night, called "Lun Shovel."

The Hermit analyzed the blood of the mythical creature provided by Serres, successfully ascended to demigod status, and became a hidden king on the high seas, one of the "Ten Trash Cans" of the Morse Ascetic Order.

She had also mentioned in a chat group on her phone to other members of the Tarot Club that the highest level of the Morse Pentecostal Order used to be called the "Ten Pillars," but now, for some reason, it had to be changed to the Ten Garbage Cans.

As always, the "Emperor" was carefree and oblivious. Since she had never drunk any magic potions, Klein could not determine what level of power she possessed.

Even when asked, the answer from Serres was vague; Serres only replied, "She is at the peak of the preschool level."

Klein was deeply impressed and expressed his admiration. After all, although Klein was now a university graduate, there were no kindergartens in this era, and he had never attended one.

Klein could only admit his inferiority.

"The Tower" was quite active in the war; although its physical form was nowhere to be seen, its presence was felt everywhere. Rouen, Intis, Fussac, and even the inland city of Lunburg were repeatedly attacked by the rebels.

He led his bio-weapons, and when facing mid-to-low-sequence Beyonders, they were basically crushed. But for some reason, he would always attack here and there, never going deep, and would retreat after a while.

The "priestess" didn't seem to mention her "achievements," but Klein speculated that she probably did quite a bit during the war. As a fellow Destiny Walker, he could sense that Miss Alicia's Destiny energy had significantly increased.

The woman's path was one of purity and beauty, so Klein guessed that she probably went to save those who had suffered mental breakdowns and gone insane because of this "war without deaths."

Although no one died in the war, the number of people who went insane or even committed suicide after it ended was considerable. Klein tried to help them, but there was indeed only so much he could do on his own.

"Wheel of Fortune" is the highest-ranking person present besides Roselle, and of course, the oldest among everyone except for a certain eternally 18-year-old beautiful girl.

At the same time, she also has the biggest difference between the two types of potions among all members of the Tarot Club.

She was promoted to the Harmonious Path Sequence 6 "Drunken Ship" and the Monster Path Sequence 3 "Chaos Walker".

As before, the extraordinary nature of the Monster Path comes from a coincidence: it is consumed directly, without potions or rituals.

Apart from "The Magician" and "Judgment," who are only at Sequence 5, the rest of the Tarot Club members have already reached the level of demigods and are high-ranking members of different forces in the mysterious world.

"The Magician has the support of the Abraham family and has a great chance of being promoted to the Rank 4 'Arcanist' within the year."

In other words, the most difficult thing to improve her strength right now is "Judgment". She is only one of the middle and high-ranking members of MI9, and it will be very difficult for her to become a demigod.

This is normal, though, since she joined the Tarot Club quite late and hadn't yet received enough guild bonuses.

As for Rosell and Serres, Klein couldn't tell them apart. He only felt that both Rosell and Serres were almost identical to the one he had met at the beginning.

Even above the gray fog, nothing could be seen.

The Fool Klein, shrouded in a grayish-white mist, quickly averted his gaze, inwardly chuckling to himself:
Finally, it looks like a high-class, clandestine organization.
However, it gives me the feeling that this is a negotiation meeting between various major powers.

Yes, it should be a salon themed around traitors.

He then nodded slightly to the members of the Tarot Club and said:

"Let the party begin."

(End of this chapter)