Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 516 The Sheepskin Scroll That Never Stops Talking
At the same time, a torrent of complex knowledge surged in, transforming into a man dressed in magnificent clothes with long chestnut hair.

The man had blue eyes, a high nose, and thin lips; he was a historical projection of Roselle Gustav's Sequence One, the Emperor of Knowledge.

Immediately afterwards, the projection grabbed a hand, drawing all the surrounding information into its palm and condensing it into a phantom ball of light.

This information includes the details of the problems that the inspector discovered.

The next second, Russell Gustav's historical projection fabricated a perfectly normal message, gently tossed it up, and floated into the sky, covering all information related to the astral and spiritual realms without leaving any flaws.

Following this series of actions, another torrent of information surged into the air, reforming into three figures with Rosell's help:

An old man with a long, thick white beard, wearing a black robe and a hood; a middle-aged man with black hair, blue eyes, a square face, and a dignified demeanor, wearing a cloak; and a huge tree that looked as if it had been drenched in oil, from which arms protruding with all sorts of strange things and rolling black and white eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

They are: Zarathustra, the leader of the secret order; William Augustus I, the protector of Rune and the first king, a historical projection; and Sear, a historical projection of the "divine abomination."

The historical projection of Rosell Gustave covers the entire city with data, a one-to-one replica of the city's data.

Søe's arm lifted slightly, and instantly, the entire city was replaced and "imprisoned" in "falsehood."

After making the necessary preparations, Zarathustra quietly infiltrated Backlund.

William Augustus I opened his mouth, and a series of deep, majestic voices echoed out:
"No roaming allowed!"

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

"Surveillance is prohibited in this area!"

"Malicious perception is prohibited in this area!"

"Information leakage is strictly prohibited here!"

Soon, everything will be ready.

Even a true god would not be able to perceive what is happening here.

As for Roselle, since Zarathustra summoned His historical projection, Roselle himself must have known about it.

However, Zarathustra's actions were merely aimed at replacing all the ordinary people who originally lived here, and Roselle would surely not hesitate to offer such a small assistance.

Of course, Zarathustra wouldn't be so kind as to do something so pointless.

He was simply conveying a sense of "goodwill".

I didn't involve ordinary people, you don't need to send down a god to mess with me...

Russell's historical projection suddenly became alert, glancing at the scene unfolding before him.

Finally, He glanced at Zarathustra and disappeared.

The next moment, Zarathustra pulled twice more.

The first thing it did was pull its "Master" out of thin air.

The second time, a tall, elderly man with a slightly hunched back, dressed in a dark clergy robe, appeared out of thin air.

That was Steifer, the attendant beside the throne of the true Creator and the angel of the Word.

The Master raised his hand, his right hand with the back of his hand facing up, revealing the Command Seal.

The Command Seals seemed somewhat grayed out and did not respond.

The old man's figure suddenly swelled to four meters tall, and behind him emerged patches of dark, illusory feathers. These feathers intertwined with light and shadow, weaving into four pairs of profound yet sacred wings, which gently grasped at the Command Seal.

The same deep red pattern appeared on the back of the Master's hand.

The Command Seals have been corrupted.

To be precise, it was the shadow of the Command Seals that was corrupted.

The eyes on Sear'a's enormous arm rolled around, and then the Command Seals gathered together, quickly transforming into a golden cup.

Then the cup twisted again, twisting into a doll without facial features.

The doll's face was quickly sculpted, gradually transforming into a young girl.

Esta. As soon as Zarathustra grasped the doll, the information city quickly dimmed.

Estella was unknowingly pulled into this non-existent, fake city.

Zarathustra snapped his fingers, and the figure of the inspector who had been turned into a puppet quickly twisted into a raven and took flight.

Plop plop.

The crow spread its wings and flew into the sky.

Flying towards Hall Street in Queens under the watchful eyes of an angel and four historical projections.

Instead of going there in person, Zarathustra turned around and walked into a historical mystery known only to himself.

As He departed, the historical projections surrounding Him diminished one by one.

In the end, only empty streets remained.

Soon, the crow flew over the street, over the houses, and landed near a house, on a tree branch.

The next second, mirrors appeared around the crow, reflecting its image.

The images in those mirrors changed rapidly, taking one different turn after another.

Soon, the images in the mirror became consistent.

The next moment, the mirror shattered, but the image inside floated in the air, quickly replacing reality.

Zarathustra found himself standing on the ground beside the raven, having somehow escaped the mists of history.

And floating in front of Him was a purple parchment scroll with a mouth.

Zarathustra's fingers twitched, and he realized that he could no longer pull anything out of the fog of history.

Not only that, He then tried to jump back into the fog of history.

It failed again.

"Hmm?" Zaratu raised an eyebrow.

This feeling is very strange.

It doesn't seem to be a law or some other restrictive measure; it's more like the entire historical fog has simply disappeared.

While it's only a matter of time before the historical fog from further away re-emerges and covers this area again, this particular area is currently free of historical fog.

boom!
Quantum-based floating cannons reappeared from the air, rapidly firing simple yet multi-imaginary projectiles.

Zarathustra did not stop him, allowing his body to be torn apart, thinned, and turned into a paper doll within the floating cannons, before finally being pulverized and disappearing.

A flash of light, and Zarathustra appeared in the distance.

Raise your hand and point it forward.

The "Never-Stopping Scroll" suddenly stalled, its spiritual threads being taken over.

This is the only spiritual line in this area.

The others, including Está herself, have almost disappeared.

The next second, the parchment shattered like glass.

Along with the parchment scroll, the small mirror on the bedside table in Estád's room also broke apart.

Upon closer inspection, one can see in the mirror that Estád is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window and staring at Zarathustra in the mirror.

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P.S.: Today I had an argument with a reader about whether Iron's technology can actually influence destiny.

What do you think?
In a world where "destiny" is an extraordinary system, can technology influence destiny?
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