Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 517 The Spirit of Punk and Rotten
Are the abilities to access historical projections, enter the historical fog, and even resurrect from the historical fog after death temporarily prohibited...?

From the very beginning, the historical mystery was broken, and the most classic abilities of diviners above the demigod level were eliminated.

Could that parchment, which could so easily accomplish this, be a sealed artifact left behind by a former archangel who was a diviner?

Zarathustra speculated.

The old man with the long, thick white beard twitched his fingers as if in a spasm, and several microorganisms hidden in the shadows instantly became Zarathustra's puppets, speeding away to a place where they could touch the mists of history.

He intends to use this method to graft the surrounding historical fog over.

Zarathustra had already sensed that fighting here seemed to be at a disadvantage for him.

This appears to be a built-in ability of Caster, known as "Territory Creation".

He seems to have one too, a "facade of presence." He used it when he infiltrated earlier, but it didn't seem to be very effective; at least, he sensed that Estella was already prepared before he even entered the street.

He clearly made several preparations in advance, but it seems rather useless.

Zarathustra took two steps forward, floated upwards, and arrived on the second floor.

The windows of the villa had been shattered in the explosion, and Zarathustra stepped directly over the windowsill into Estádio's room.

In an instant, a heavy sense of oppression came over me.

There seemed to be a heavy feeling in the surroundings, like a law, permeating the air and suppressing the concept of "extraordinary".

Zarathustra is currently unable to pull out the historical projection, unable to summon William Augustus I to borrow His power, and can only endure the increasingly heavy feeling in the air.

Trespassing, damaging property, malicious assault...

One crime after another was added to Zarathustra's list, and increasingly severe laws were imposed upon him.

Inside the room, steady music played from the record player.

Solemn and orderly, like a chorus from the other side of the universe.

This doesn't seem suitable for listening to while sleeping.

boom.

Zarathustra raised his hand, and an air bullet shot out, hitting the record player.

The heavy order in the air was shattered in an instant, leaving only a dark green disc displayed in the record player.

A marvel, the "Heavy Voices from Beyond the Heavens" album, is from the Heavenly Choir, a group that believes in "Order".

Zarathustra quickly determined Estádio's fighting style.

Similar to the Artisan pathway, high-sequence characters derive most of their combat abilities from extraordinary items.

“I wish that extraordinary items in this place would be restricted,” Zarathustra murmured.

He did not speak the language of giants, dragons, or ancient Hermes, but a concise, highly compressed language in which words flowed one after another, and what was clearly a long string of sentences was spoken in an instant.

hum.

An invisible aura spread, causing ripples to spread across the surface of the shards of the dressing mirror beside Estelle's bed.

The room's space is like the pages of a book unfolding from a closed state to an open one, revealing previously hidden parts that overlap with reality.

A huge floor-length mirror appeared in front of Zaratu, and Estádina, wearing a purple robe, stood in it, very close to Zaratu.

card wipe.

A clear voice sounded.

It was a pair of scissors with a white handle and a green blade at the very tip, from which a faint green mist floated.

Estádio had already aimed the scissors at Zarathustra and made a gentle snip.

*Crack.* Zarathustra suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

The feeling was strange; He felt as if He had been attacked by an extraordinary being of the visionary path, and in an instant His emotion called "passion" was cut off, leaving Him with a momentary inability to do anything.

A strange object, [empty candle scissors].

But the next moment, everything returned to normal.

Because its essence is a spirit insect, complex and numerous rather than a simple whole.

Several spirit insects lost their power, and the others quickly replaced the affected ones.

In that short period of time, Estádio had already put a considerable distance between herself and Zarathustra.

Although there was only a mirror between the two, the space in the mirror was rapidly expanding outwards.

Even though Estelle didn't move, the distance between them was increasing, as if the wooden floor beneath their feet had suddenly turned into a treadmill.

In front of Zarathustra, Estádio in the mirror pushed a cassette tape with graffiti and a blue-purple gradient into the air in front of her.

beep~
Joyful music suddenly appeared in the air.

Bang bang bang.

Several palm-sized, virtual mosaic fireworks exploded in the room.

Lines that looked like cables appeared in the air and then quickly disappeared.

The surrounding environment has changed; the wooden villas have been replaced by punk-style high-rises, and hovercars have appeared parked on the roadside in the empty streets.

The streetlights and vegetation have all disappeared, replaced by a neon-lit metropolis.

Ether cassette tape, [Punk Lord Spirit].

Silver Wolf, a Star Core Hunter, regards him as a target and idol.

Each cassette possesses the powerful ability to edit reality, and this legendary Punk Rock saga is a prime example.

It is itself an installation package for a "game".

Zarathustra witnessed this, raised his right hand, and gently snapped his fingers.

"I hope that reality here will be enhanced and mystery diminished."

However, He seems to have misjudged the current situation.

This is not a mystery covering up reality; on the contrary, it is a direct editing of reality itself.

Zarathustra's wish directly accelerated this process.

The data world from "Punk Rock" arrived rapidly.

Estella rubbed her hands together.

A screen with flashing light appeared in front of me.

She certainly wouldn't edit it, and her brain couldn't process too much information at once.

However, wealthy people often do not solve problems by "doing it themselves".

Several spheres appeared in her hand, their interiors flashing with various symbols.

All of this is readily available code.

Estella pressed a blue bead onto the virtual screen in front of her. The bead began to digitize from the part that made contact with the screen. As Estella applied force forward with her finger, the bead moved forward and gradually transformed into pure data, merging into the screen.

(End of this chapter)