Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 538 Adam Advances to Memory Sequence Zero

The battle of the three "cosmic half-pillars" gained an almost inevitable glimpse, just as He had anticipated.

Besides Aha, who had just played background music for the ancient sun god, He unsurprisingly saw another star god who liked to "watch the show."

Inside Adam's now-expanding body, the "shards of glass" enclosed by the ring-like patterns of trees came together and transformed into a "magic potion" in the gaze cast down from "Good Vision Heaven".

This potion is like a swirling vortex formed by countless streams of light. Interspersed within it are countless images of memories, so that a single glance is enough to engulf one in a torrent of memories from both living and non-living beings, making one a part of them.

Adam completed the ritual of "meeting the memory" and swallowed the potion under Fuli's watchful eye.

Sequence Zero, Flowing Light Memory.

The next moment.

Everyone who knew anything about Adam simultaneously recalled this "dreamer," and the image of the blond priest reappeared deep within their hearts. It was crystal clear, utterly unmistakable.

Those who imagined Adam's appearance almost simultaneously and subconsciously looked up in the direction of the crimson moon overhead.

Even angels and the true God are no exception.

Even those who only knew the written description of Adam but did not know what Adam actually looked like could clearly imagine what Adam looked like, and together with the others, they looked towards the direction of the moon overhead.

The "Adam" in people's memories, through the window of the soul, connects with the Adam who was embraced in the sea of ​​the soul near the red moon.

In the vast ocean of the collective unconscious, the countless Adam memory clones that filled that glorious "civilization" also raised their heads at the same time, looking at the Adam who had completed his ascension.

The next second, all the "Adams" shattered. No one could remember what Adam looked like, or even whether Adam himself existed; all that remained were vague memories of fleeting light.

But this state only lasted a few seconds before Adam's image became real again, clearer than ever before, as if it had merged into the ocean of the collective unconscious and become "common sense" in this world.

Today, on Earth, some people may not know who Adam is, but no one can forget what he looks like. Even a newborn baby, with a little guidance, can imagine a priest with blond hair and a light blond beard.

Adam was promoted and became a "Light Memory Receiver" with a memory pathway sequence of zero.

Snapped.

A crisp snap of fingers rang out.

In the eyes of the Fallen Mother Goddess, light converged, and Adam's image flashed by.

Adam has now detached from his physical body and become a memetic life form. He leaped out of the Fallen Mother's memory, entered her eyes, and appeared inside her mental island.

Crimson moonlight shone from the heart of the fallen Mother Goddess, and broken yet interconnected seawater rose from beneath the island, threatening to engulf this uninvited guest.

Adam showed no intention of hiding; his appearance and demeanor changed rapidly.

Now, He can enter any form from His memory at any time. Undoubtedly, the most powerful form for Adam was…

The ancient sun god.

In the eyes of the Fallen Mother Goddess, Adam instantly transformed into the ancient sun god.

But that wasn't all; the ancient sun god's pale golden eyes lit up.

Behind the memory of the ancient sun god, one figure after another appeared, conjured up in the imagination.

There was a priest with golden hair and clear eyes, a broad-browed boy with a gentle smile wearing a monocle, a woman in a long, classic black dress with the moon as her pillow, a plump and graceful lady with ears of wheat growing at her feet, a warrior sitting high on a throne with a long sword in front of him, a handsome, sunny, and energetic man, a majestic middle-aged man in black armor standing on the waves, an old man wearing a hood that revealed the wrinkles in his mouth and his white beard, a beautiful woman, an upside-down god, a majestic emperor...

And finally, there appeared a man sitting alone in the gray fog, his face obscured, with a bronze mirror beside him, wearing a black trench coat and a black, round-topped silk hat.

The man shrouded in gray mist had barely reappeared when he opened his black eyes.

He did not stand up from the high-backed chair in front of the bronze table, but simply raised his right hand, which was resting on the armrest of the chair, and gently grabbed at the many figures in front of him.

Those memory entities were transformed into "secret puppets" and parasitized, preventing the Fallen Mother Goddess from exerting much influence over them.

The ancient sun god that Adam became and Klein, the "Lord of Mysteries" that he conceived in the mind island of the fallen mother goddess, exchanged a glance, looked away, and disappeared one after the other.

Before the seawater of the Spirit Embryo Sea spread up, a phantom ocean and a castle appeared simultaneously inside the mind island of the Fallen Mother Goddess.

The spirit world and the astral realm have invaded the inner world of the fallen Mother Goddess.

The stars, interspersed with the twilight, appeared in the sky above the island of the mind, and countless ears of rice, green grass, and mushrooms grew on the surface of the island of the mind.

The largest star expanded and became scorching hot, transforming into a sun. Dark clouds, mixed with storms and lightning, gathered around the sun.

A curtain of shadow appeared, enveloped by a tall tower. Heaven and earth were out of place, order was distorted, and strands of hair, like those of a python, fell into a thick scroll of civilization, as if recording the entire history of human development.

In reality, the Source Castle, which Amon had originally only borrowed and could only project, transformed from virtual to real, appearing in front of the red moon.

The gates of the black castle opened silently to the left and right.

A man in a black trench coat slowly walked out from behind the door, raised his left hand, which was covered in a white glove, and politely knocked on the open door. His posture was calm, elegant, and full of temperament.

This is like a gentleman apologizing for being late to a ball.

The gentleman raised his hand to adjust the black, half-high silk top hat he was wearing, and uttered a sentence that transformed into an unparalleled miracle.

"I hope that reality here diminishes and memories rise."

(End of this chapter)