Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 539 The Master Doesn't Care
Tonight is absolutely fantastical for ordinary people.

If it weren't for the many extraordinary and awe-inspiring miracles witnessed during the previous wars, people wouldn't even be willing to believe their eyes.

First, people saw a crimson full moon appear out of nowhere, crowding out the sky that was still daytime.

Some people experience strange changes as a result, such as a swollen belly or the growth of granulation tissue on their bodies...

But the sky quickly distorted, and the entire sky seemed to turn into a distorted ink painting, and all the mutated people were also distorted back to the state they were in a minute ago.

A few seconds later, they both imagined a priest they had never met before, and together they looked up at the sky, at the red moon that ignored the limitations of space and could be seen from any corner of the earth.

Then, under the gaze of countless people around the world, the red moon in the sky dimmed, as if it were partially shrouded by a thin layer of grayish-white mist.

This grayish-white mist is not unfamiliar to members of the Tarot Club.

This is the fog that surrounds "Mr. Fool"!

A few more seconds passed, and people saw a tall tower exuding an aura of destruction.

Following closely behind was a sun and countless bolts of lightning.

People on Earth were affected and began to undergo strange changes.

Some people's bodies ignite with flames, while others are suddenly overwhelmed by countless pieces of knowledge...

But soon, a pattern appeared, which seemed to depict an arm entangled in thorns.

With the appearance of the pattern, the people who had been affected immediately returned to normal.

They were "imprisoned" and protected within the Earth, and all pollution originating from divinity was kept out.

Outside the barrier.

As Adam, transformed into the Ancient Sun God, led several Sequence Zeros and an Old Memory into the mind island of the Fallen Mother Goddess, the Mysterious Lord Klein emerged from the projection of the Source Castle. The Ancient Sun God, who had been wrestling with the Fallen Mother Goddess, immediately rode Amon back a few steps, yielding the battlefield.

He returned to the barrier, his gaze calmly fixed on the astral plane below, and Amon cooperated by opening another layer of doors.

Inside the barrier, an elderly man wearing a hood, revealing wrinkles around his mouth and a white beard, had been standing on the other side of the barrier for some time.

He raised his hands, removed his hood, and revealed his eyes, which had been covered.

They were two empty holes, completely hollow, without any eyeballs.

The ancient sun god nodded, saying nothing more, tacitly approving of the god of knowledge and wisdom's act of retaining two "all-knowing eyes" characteristics.

The ancient sun god was willing to treat those who "voluntarily surrendered" with leniency, allowing Him to retain the status of the King of Angels.

Herabergen, the god of knowledge and wisdom, smiled and flew out of the astral plane through the opened "door," transforming from the ethereal into reality, spreading its wings, and revealing its true form.

It was a bronze-colored dragon the size of a city, and capable of growing even larger.

The dragon's body resembled a foldable, supple tower, composed of layers of thick, illusory books, each with a brass-colored eye. The closer one got to the dragon's head, the darker and more ominous both the layers of illusory books and the brass-colored eyes became.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" the ancient sun god asked.

He brazenly absorbs special properties here in order to interfere with the Mother Goddess.

Since that's the case, a slight delay won't be a big problem.

The bronze-colored dragon shook its head and suddenly burst into flames without a sound, completely enveloped by invisible, colorless flames and a quiet, eerie black flame.

He had already left behind a plan for resurrection, so there was no need for any so-called last words. He forcefully suppressed his instinct to struggle, growing smaller and smaller as the flames burned.

They are constantly burned to ashes, gathered together, and continue to burn and compress...

Finally, he turned to the ancient sun god and merged with Him.

The ancient sun god opened his arms and gently received the extraordinary characteristics and unique symbol of Sequence One left behind by Herabergen.

It didn't seem like they were treating an angel who had betrayed Him; rather, it seemed like they were treating a lost child.

Even though Herabogen is already very old.

The voice of the ancient sun god resounded and spread throughout the entire star realm.

"Come back, my angel kings."

"I will bear your sins."

"Don't be afraid, don't feel guilty."

"The Lord doesn't care."

His voice resounded throughout the star realm, layer upon layer, magnificent and vast.

A few seconds later, a sun rose from the star realm composed of countless abstract symbols, transforming into a handsome, energetic young man with short blond hair and a pure white robe.

He also stopped behind the door that Amun had opened, and looked at the ancient sun god.

He no longer calls the ancient sun god "Lord," because He is now the proud sun.

However, He did not change His title, because before the ancient sun god He was still just the righteous "pure white angel".

Therefore, He chose to remain silent.

Yet the ancient sun god showed no anger toward the first angel king to betray him, and instead opened his arms in tolerant acceptance, waiting for the sun to return on its own initiative.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" the ancient sun god asked gently.

“I want to retain a copy of the ‘Pure White Angel’ trait,” Osekus replied.

After thinking for a moment, He added, "I also want to see another world."

“The other one…” The ancient sun god paused for half a second, “I understand.”

“I will turn a portion of the ‘Light Chaser’ trait into a weapon and give it to that child from another world.”

Osekus did not lower his head, but simply nodded: "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, another golden sun rose behind him, carrying a pure light that purified everything.

Ocycus's body was set ablaze in the sunlight, and he began to immolate himself.

But soon, His self-immolation suddenly stopped halfway through.

Half of His face was stained with black shadow as He gazed at the ancient sun god before Him.

(End of this chapter)