Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 520 You are the Mysterious Servant, what should you call me?
The tarot card depicts a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a dazzling headdress, carrying a cane on his shoulder with luggage hanging from the top, and being pulled by a small dog behind him.

The young man's appearance was that of Russell.

The card of blasphemy, the "Fool" card.

The next second, his state changed instantly. He was covered in a layer of colorful clothes and had an extremely gorgeous headdress on his head. His temperament was obviously extremely deep and terrifying, but it also had a sense of comicality, mockery and absurdity, presenting a strange and contradictory state.

This mysterious realm trembled slightly, as if it were about to submit to this indescribable deity.

“Your name is Klein, right?” Zarathustra quickly retrieved Klein’s information from the spirit world.

But Klein just smiled and asked a question instead of answering.

“If you were some other angel and you called me Klein, I wouldn’t care.”

“But you are the ‘Mysterious Servant,’ while I am the Fool, the controller of the Source Castle.”

"In this mysterious realm, what should you call me?"

"Hehehehe." Zaratu chuckled, like an ordinary, kind old man. "You do resemble Amon a bit."

Klein smiled and was about to casually agree when his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately denied it: "Of course not! I am who I am."

The shadow beneath Zarathustra's feet twitched twice, then fell silent.

He chuckled again, showing no sense of urgency that his trick had been exposed.

"pity……"

He smiled and shook his head.

It looked like a kind old man was playing a joke on his grandson, but the grandson didn't appreciate it.

At His feet, the shadow had somehow been replaced by a historical projection.

Those were the foul-mouthed elders of the Hanged Man's path, the "angels of the Word" under the throne of the true Creator.

If Klein had dared to admit it just now, he would have been wearing a monocle devoid of any power the next second, and would have been instantly torn apart by another powerful consciousness emerging within him.

As the two faced off, Estelle immediately took two steps back, and a high-tech "staff" appeared in her hand, which she gave Klein a "cheering" gesture.

Klein glanced at Estelle and began to recite quickly:
"Swallow the poison of miracles, and build a wall of folly in a place where nothing exists."

"To build an ideal city here is a beautiful dream forged for the wishes of all beings."

Klein's voice sounded layered and echoed endlessly.

Suddenly, the hall with its towering black pillars appeared to have become much larger.

Almost simultaneously, buildings sprang up, all of them a mix of stone and wood, none exceeding four stories in height, and in a style similar to that of Dixi Bay in the Kingdom of Rune.

The two different spaces overlap in this eerie realm, creating a somewhat distorted and discordant atmosphere.

Zarathustra narrowed his eyes, not letting Klein do as he pleased.

"Twisted, transparent spiritual worms emerged from the surface of His skin," and they quickly coalesced to form another Zarathustra.

Zarathustra swiftly pulled an object from the air—an eyeball reeking of decay.

This Zarathustra's body emitted thick green smoke, and bubbles appeared all over his body, causing him to become swollen.

Then the body began to decompose rapidly.

At the same moment, Klein's body also began to rot, turning into a corpse that had been sitting for quite some time. The stench of decay wafted out, causing Estella behind him to involuntarily take a step back.

But Klein's chanting continued.

"A fleeting dream, a history that does not exist."

Another puppet beside Zarathustra made two quick grabbing motions in the air and pulled out a man with a scholarly air.

The man's eyes seemed to be rapidly flipping through blurry pages, before finally settling on one of them.

A huge stone wall clock appeared before Klein.
This wall clock is ancient and weathered, its dial divided into twelve sections by gray-white and bluish-black, each section containing different symbols representing different times. At the heart of the clock, three hands, seemingly formed from "time worms," ​​one long, one short, and one medium in length, exude a sense of age and history.

This is an extraordinary ability from the "Angel of Time," Amon, which Zarathustra recreated using a historical projection from a certain "Planets Walker"!
when!
A distant chime seemed to travel across time, echoing through the gray mist and reverberating within the ancient castle.

Klein's movements became sluggish.

Unfortunately, the Noble Phantasm was already unleashed when Klein uttered his first words.

What remains is the unique ritualistic aspect of Seriri, which is irreversible.

"This place is full of lies that reflect the heart's desires."

"Even a mirage can be mistaken for reality."

In the blink of an eye, residential libraries, police stations, telegraph offices, municipal councils, small hospitals, candy factories, waterworks, gas companies, steam train stations, parallel railway tracks, and plantations outside the city took shape, and the streets were paved with cement or stone bricks.

Finally, next to the square in the center of town, behind Klein, a pointed "Church of Pleasure" emerged from the ground and stood proudly.

A non-existent space appeared here, replacing the original location of this underground city.

A bounded barrier, the rudimentary form of a divine kingdom.

With a creak.

The church doors behind Klein opened with a scraping sound.

"At this moment, witness this place that never existed before."

"Descend here..."

"The Nowhere Land of Ideals"

Estelle immediately covered her nose, turned around, and went into the church.

Boom.

The church doors were closed, completely shut.

On the rooftop shrouded in gray mist, one after another, the secret puppets were lowered down.

On the ground, one after another, candy knights rose up.

Klein released the cane, letting it stand upright on the ground without any external force.

He reached out and took a mask from thin air, then put it on his face.

"Next... it's time for the 'Mysterious Servant' to challenge the 'Fool'..."

A low chuckle came from beneath Klein's mask.

"Hey, you're a bit silly, aren't you?"

After saying that, Klein gently removed his head.

He and Zarathustra entered their complete mythical creature forms at the same time.

Before the vortex of tentacles that Zarathustra had transformed into, a doll appeared, holding its head in its hands.

Klein held his head in his hands, cradling it against his chest, his neck bare.

His contorted body stabilized at this moment; his lower body had disappeared, replaced by tentacles composed of clusters of translucent worms. Fleshy growths protruded from the surface of these tentacles, forming new smaller tentacles. These smaller tentacles then coalesced into ever-changing vortices composed of countless tiny, worm-like lines.

His upper body was cracked open with fissures, and flesh and blood coalesced into a wide-open grinning mouth, with eyes growing from its tongue. The eyes curved downwards and the corners of the mouth turned upwards, forming a series of twisted smiles. And those smiles were connected together by lines like the stitching of a doll.

Parts of skin peeled off, detaching from the body and floating around the gap, forming a jigsaw puzzle-like pattern. Several colorful ribbons floated around the body, and a few toys suddenly appeared.

A kaleidoscope that keeps changing shape, a monkey doll that throws a ball on its own, a mini band that plays music on its own, a ball that keeps changing color...

These toys came together, forming a ball that floated above his neck, serving as his new "head".

(End of this chapter)