Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 49: Klein Sleepwalking in the Simulated Universe

In Intis, the concept of "universe" existed hundreds of years ago. Needless to say, it was also proposed by Emperor Roselle.

"Simulated Universe." Klein read out these words. They weren't any language Klein knew, but he could understand them.

He glanced down and saw he was wearing a long trench coat and black trousers. A pendulum was wrapped around his right wrist, a few talismans were placed in the left pocket of his trench coat, and a revolver was hung in his armpit pouch.

He took out the revolver and checked that it was loaded with bullets. He then felt in the left pocket of his trousers, which contained bullets and a few coins.

This was the attire he deliberately kept before bed.

"Is this the lucid dream that Serris mentioned?" Klein stepped forward. The words floating in the air dissipated, and Klein walked straight through.

In this dim room, only Klein's area was bright, as if he himself were glowing. After taking a few more steps, another line of words appeared in front of him.

"This simulated universe was developed by Ms. Black Tower, the 83rd seat of the Genius Club."

Klein walked over to the words, and they vanished again. A second before they vanished, the perceptive Klein spotted a line of small characters.

"Carried by the Masked Fool, Serris."

The light surrounding Klein spread, illuminating the entire room. This room appeared to be filled with high-tech, far surpassing the technological level of Klein's original "homeland."

What looked like a space portal appeared before him. Klein walked to the door and tossed a coin to try to divine.

The coin slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground.

The divination failed.

Klein silently picked up the coin and walked into the portal. This was just a dream after all, so it probably wasn't a big deal.

The surroundings changed rapidly, and he came to a store full of metal, with shelves filled with candies that looked like metal.

A man approached Klein and enthusiastically recommended each product to him. His face was covered in red and black rust, demonstrating his admiration for the omnics.

"Hypoeutectic candy, with a metal purity of 29%, not only replicates the taste of the alloy, but even perfectly reproduces the rusty taste when chewing."

The man grabbed some candy from the jar and stuffed it into Klein's hand. "Try it. It's the authentic alloy flavor."

Klein looked at the candy in his hand and felt that he was not worthy of it.

"And this magnetic fluid ice cream is guaranteed to make the engine in your stomach spin." The manager's head rotated, and the prosthetic behind him held the ice cream in front of him. "22% metal purity, suitable for those who are less prosthetic."

"Sorry, I think my level of prosthetics might still be too low, and I don't have an engine in my stomach." Klein didn't continue, trying to reject the man's kindness.

"We have a large quantity here, with metal purity exceeding 70%." The man continued chattering, as if it were a programmed process. "It is said that if a person's metal purity exceeds %, they can transcend their frail flesh and become inorganic life."

The store manager became more and more excited as he spoke, and his four artificial eyes spun wildly in their sockets.

Klein took a step back, tightly gripping the revolver in his right hand. He didn't know whether to keep or throw away the hypoeutectic candy in his left hand.

"Of course you can't understand." The man suddenly calmed down, looking a little lonely. "You are just a pathetic carbon-based life."

He looked Klein up and down with a look of pity, as if he were looking at a beggar on the street.

This look deeply wounded Klein's pride. No, what's that look?
Klein looked around at the high-tech equipment in the room and silently placed the candy in his hand on the table.

"Sorry, I'm not really interested." Yes, he is poor.

Ke Maomao felt aggrieved, but he didn't say it.

Klein noticed a door behind him. He backed up to it and tentatively pressed the doorknob. The door opened immediately.

The next second, the surrounding environment changed again.

He seemed to have entered another room. In the center of the room stood a three-figure humanoid doll. It had straw-like hemp rope hair and a timer on its chest.

There was also an instruction manual next to it, saying that this was a doll made by the Joyful Star God in his own image, and that he wanted to see himself being beaten.

Klein walked forward and patted him lightly.

A message was displayed on the doll: "You just got looked down upon, and you don't have any anger at all? Think about your wallet. Is your empty wallet enough to support you in exerting this little strength?"

Actually, this sentence wasn't a big deal, but for some reason, Klein was furious when he saw it. It was like he'd been blessed with some extraordinary power. Klein took a deep breath.

"Great, great, great." Klein was so angry that he was like a kitten.

He stepped back and aimed his gun.

"boom!"

The doll shattered into pieces. Something floated into Klein's hands. The moment he grasped it, he knew it was a cosmic fragment, the currency of this place.

He heard a voice echoing in his ears, singing an unknown song.

"Intelligence is a pile of scrap metal, Cunhu is a fool, Xunhun has no sense of humor, Destruction is a madman, and the Star Gods are all stubborn. Ah Ha is really shameless, Ah Ha is really shameless~"

Oh no! Klein felt like he had heard something incredible.

The surroundings twisted again.

This time, he seemed to have come to a wilderness.

A woman, silently weeping, rode a massive elephant and slowly walked into Klein's sight... She was still crying for some reason.

Coming before Klein, she stepped down from the elephant and begged to perform a magical trick for him for free.

Without waiting for Klein to express his opinion, she immediately took out four empty cups. The next second, the cosmic fragment in Klein's hand appeared in her hand and she placed it into one of the cups.

Then she quickly changed the positions of the cups. Everything was over in an instant. The actor placed his hands on his chest and politely asked Klein which one he would choose.

Why do these people talk to themselves like this?

Klein was speechless. But since he had already paid the money, he still chose one based on his intuition.

The woman picked up the cup and revealed a card inside. She handed the card to Klein and turned to leave.

light cone.

Still at the moment he took possession of it, Klein once again understood what this thing was.

Looking at this cone of light, Klein felt sadness. A sadness that came from nowhere.

The image of the light cone was blurry, but one could vaguely see an old man lying on the ground, with what seemed to be a paper bag next to him and something falling out.

Klein flipped to the back and saw the following words written on it.

Light cone title: "Straws in the Wheat Field"

Summary: "The bright lights and revelry of high society cleverly mask the ants' cries. The smog wields its scythe like a merciless grim reaper."

"Countless figures fell, whether they were workers returning home from work, textile workers saving money for their daughter's schooling, or the lucky ones who had just saved enough money to buy a ham and start a new life."

"They are all straw in the wheat field, and when the wind blows, they fall down."

"Now, the wind is coming."

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(End of this chapter)