Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 514 Big Wolf, Time for Your Medicine

Night, lightning.

The world was pitch black, with only the occasional flash of lightning overhead bringing fleeting light.

Klein opened his eyes, and after a moment of confusion, realized he was dreaming.

"Is this... the land forsaken by the gods?" Klein made his judgment immediately upon seeing the harsh environment.

He arrived at the land of the forsaken gods, and it was the land of the forsaken gods before it was transformed by Serres.

There are no skyscrapers, no monster technology, and no giant moon overhead.

It was a true "place of exile".

“Hoo…” Klein slowly exhaled, his gaze then moving across this dreamlike scene.

Soon, guided by his spirit, Klein's gaze moved down and landed on a mountain peak.

I saw a patch of grayish-white, solidified fog.

This is Yuanbao!

To be precise, it is a partial extension of the Source Castle, and is the gray-white mist belonging to the Source Castle.

Klein knew it all too well and there was absolutely no way he could mistake it.

Klein's brows furrowed immediately.

Why did he dream about the Source Castle?

If he were Amon or Pales, and could only watch Klein come and go from the Source Castle like a helpless husband, while he could only look on with longing but never reach it, then it would be reasonable for him to dream of the Source Castle as he thinks about it during the day.

But why did I dream about Yuanbao?

but……

Klein temporarily set aside his questions and subconsciously continued watching the dream.

Soon, he saw a hill several tens of meters high near the grayish-white mist, and he saw twisted and mutated plants around the hill.

A few seconds later, the mist suddenly began to wriggle noticeably, and quickly "spit out" a dark shadow.

The dark shadow resembled a giant velvet curtain, frantically absorbing all the surrounding light.

Klein felt a strong, instinctive attraction to the velvet curtain.

It was semi-transparent, and grew larger and larger until it completely enveloped the hill.

The hill then vanished without a trace, leaving only a deep pit.

The strange plants along the edge of the covered "deep pit" suddenly had thin, black, ethereal lines of spirit extending towards different sections of the black "curtain".

The "curtain" became increasingly transparent and illusory, eventually reaching a point where it could no longer be seen with the naked eye.

If it weren't for the "spiritual threads" revealing the actual situation, Klein wouldn't have discovered that the "curtain" was simply covering the surface of the "deep pit."

"Is this some kind of revelation?" Klein muttered to himself. "Is it urging me to find this curtain? Could it be the main ingredient for my future potion for advancement?"

“No…” Klein frowned and shook his head.

Isn't this a bit too deliberate...?

Moreover, this doesn't seem to be an extraordinary characteristic of the Diviner's Path Sequence Three at all.

The scene before my eyes flickered, the dream distorted, and the frequency of lightning suddenly increased, from once every ten seconds to hundreds of times in an instant.

If Klein didn't now possess angelic vision, he wouldn't be able to see the frequency of the lightning flashes at all.

This is accelerating.

Klein understood.

A few seconds later, it seemed like several months had passed.

A new scene unfolded.

A patrol team of five people approached the area and found that the hill had disappeared, replaced by a "deep pit".

They immediately stopped and took out various tools to investigate.

These props are strange and unusual, and clearly do not belong to the "Forsaken Land".

But they quickly discovered nothing, so they turned and left the area without hesitation, refusing to investigate further.

"Is this the Moon City team?" Klein recalled the information about Moon City that Little Sun had introduced at the Tarot Conference. They seemed to have their own "adventure," supposedly meeting their own sun in the land of the forsaken gods.

After an unknown amount of time, a huge figure suddenly appeared from another direction.

It was a demon wolf covered in dark, short fur, with eight legs, and standing four or five meters tall.

This wolf had a tuft of short, grayish-white hair on its forehead, and its pure black pupils occupied at least three-quarters of its eye space.

Klein had seen His portrait.

It was the Dark Wolf Kotal, which had not yet revealed its complete mythical creature form.

The Dark Wolf raised its head, opened its mouth, and seemed to let out a howl, but it made no sound.

The next second, another figure appeared in front of Him; it was another Him.

The historical gap image of the dark wolf pushed off with its eight legs and instantly arrived at the "deep pit".

After looking around, He carefully lowered His head and picked up the completely transparent "curtain" that made the entire hill disappear.

The "curtain" suddenly came to life, rapidly contracting and rolling back to entangle the Dark Wolf, as if draping it in a half-black, half-transparent garment. The Dark Wolf trembled slightly, seemingly becoming a puppet of this "garment" in just a few seconds.

But this was just an image in the gaps of history; the next breath, the original body released the image, and it vanished.

The "curtain" lost its support and collapsed instantly, spreading out on the ground.

Klein watched this scene, raised his hand, conjured up a long bronze table in front of him, placed his hand on it, and gently tapped it.

The Dark Wolf Kotal did not give up. Sometimes he transformed the monsters around him into marionettes, and sometimes he summoned historical projections to make them advance again and again. He suffered all kinds of failures, but in the end, his new batch of marionettes picked up and controlled the "curtain".

The entire process was completely silent, as if a silent play was being performed.

A mime performance specifically for Klein.

Klein was an audience member high above, watching the actors below struggle on their own, doing things that seemed somewhat comical to the viewers.

This feeling seems somewhat familiar...

In Klein's eyes, wisps of grayish-white mist swirled and flowed.

Klein recalled the chair behind him, leaned back in the high-backed chair, and felt his consciousness watching him from the perspective of a detached bystander.

I was watching the play below, while another part of my consciousness was watching me.

The scene below continues.

The enormous wolf led the puppets, carrying "curtains," closer to it.

Just then, the nearby gray-white mist began to stir again, forming a vortex comparable to a hill.

The vortex emitted an invisible suction force, pulling both the peculiar "curtain" and the Dark Wolf Kotal towards it.

This scene caused tangible ripples to appear in Klein's dreamscape, cracking out countless points of light, making it difficult for him to see the specific details.

Snapped.

Klein snapped his fingers.

The images in the dream were suppressed by an unseen force and became flat. When everything returned to normal, Klein saw the Dark Wolf Kotal, draped in a transparent "curtain," rapidly moving away from the re-condensed mist.

At that moment, the Moon City investigation team arrived and saw the ancient figure departing from the gods.

Klein noticed that one of the deformed Moon City residents, who had several hands, seemed to be using his fingers as weapons, launching an extra finger in an attempt to attack the departed ancient god.

But to no avail.

Kotal glanced at them briefly, then disappeared into the darkness without lingering.

Klein's consciousness floated at the top, casting his gaze from the future to the past, watching this scene.

"What is that curtain that the grayish-white mist exhaled? It comes from the Source Castle, can manipulate the threads of spirits, and when it's large, it can cover a hill, magically turning it into a 'deep pit'; when it's small, it can become the 'clothing' of a demon wolf, transforming it into a puppet. It's somewhat like a high-level item from the 'Diviner' pathway..."

As Klein pondered, the scene continued to change.

This time, the scene jumped around faster and faster.

The "lightning" that Klein used as a reference point had formed a waterfall.

The video stopped playing after a few minutes.

This time, the setting changes to a castle deep within a range of rolling mountains.

Giants, elves, humans, and vampires each served as gardeners, cooks, male servants, maids, and guards, respectively. Their expressions varied, and they would whisper to each other when they met, appearing very lively and intelligent.

But once they return to their rooms, they immediately become dazed, their eyes stop moving, and their bodies float upwards, suspended from the ceiling.

Where did this cured meat wholesaler come from...?

This scene made Klein frown.

Deep within the castle, in a large hall illuminated only by the lightning outside the window, a gigantic figure lay silently in the darkness.

It resembled a small mountain, its entire body covered in dark, short fur, with jet-black pupils occupying at least three-quarters of its eyes, a tuft of gray-white hair on its forehead, and its head looking like an enlarged, twisted wolf.

This is none other than the "God of Wishes," the Dark Wolf Kotal.

Suddenly, the wolf, which was even more exaggerated than an ordinary giant, raised its head, and every dark, short hair on it began to sway. All the servants in the castle followed suit and made similar movements.

Kotal then slightly moved his eyes and tilted his head, as if listening to something.

The next second, it opened its mouth and let out a silent roar, summoning another version of itself.

The moment the dark wolf appeared, Kotal's true form leaped into the gray-white mist and rushed into the Second Era.
Within a certain historical spot of light.

This is a secret history that He possesses, known almost exclusively to Him, and belongs to His "safe house."

This appears to be a part of His history of spying on the relationship between the goddess of beauty and the giant king.

The two appear to be fighting?
At the time, young Cortázar neither understood nor was interested in what he was seeing; he was simply spying.

In the real world, the historical pore image of the Dark Wolf made a wish in difficult and obscure language, and then, in a flash, it teleported directly to the mountain peak near the northern city-state of North.

Klein watched him intently, taking in his every move.

This is suppression from a more powerful entity using the same methods.

It possesses a dual-sequence second-level position, controls the Source Castle, and is suppressed by the same path.

This made everything Cortal did seem incredibly childish to Klein.

However, it also has its merits.

Before Klein appeared a parchment formed from coalescing gray mist, with words rapidly appearing on it.

Miracle Worker Role Rules:
1. Learn to conceal your shortcomings.

2. Use historical footage for everything.

3. The first thing to do when encountering a situation is to run away.

4. Prepare several substitutes to die in place of each other...

Yes, that's all based on experience.

Write it down. Write it down.

After watching Kotal complete the necessary preparations, the "God of Wishes" allowed a dark, short hair to fall off, transforming into a phantom "spirit worm" that swelled into a corresponding point of prayer light.

With the help of this light, Kotal saw who was praying to him:

It was a young man wearing a strange hat and strange clothes. He stood beside a glass lantern and whispered the name of the "God of Wishes".

It was Klein himself.

Klein suddenly had a bad feeling.

Soon, the bad premonition came true.

He saw a small insect with a cat's face.

He saw himself disperse into a pool of tiny insects with cat faces.

Klein was stunned.

Undoubtedly, Kotal was also stunned.

Each of those translucent worms had a black, translucent cat face at its front, and each little worm wore a black, half-height silk hat on its head.

They intertwined and piled up together, twisting into black, translucent tentacles that floated upwards and became flexible tubes.

They twisted and spun, shouting loudly in the direction of Cortal in Giants, Elvens, Dragons, and Ancient Hermes.

"Big wolf, come play!"

Klein felt his expression was absolutely terrible because he saw a stunned Cortal.

Then, Kotal sensed the presence of the Source Castle.

Is this the new owner of Yuanbao?

Was their brain stolen by the Celestial Venerable, or were they subjected to blind folly?
Is this the price of inheriting the Source Castle...?

An inopportune thought flashed through Kotal's mind, a jumble of information that prevented him from immediately severing the connection.

This is very abnormal...

next moment……

"Big Wolf, it's time for your medicine!"

The voice came from beside Cortal, where a Klein was pressed close to the wolf, whispering in its ear and repeating what had just been said.

"Big Wolf, it's time for your medicine!"

The god of wishes struggled for a few seconds, then his movements became increasingly sluggish.

Soon, the light in His eyes faded.

At this point, the scene shattered, the dream ended, and Klein woke up.

This is……

He killed Kotal?

but……

No, why is it so abstract?

(End of this chapter)