Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 555 Prayer
Klein didn't seem to be walking fast, but with each step he took, the surrounding spirit world environment seemed to recede rapidly, creating a strange and disorienting feeling.

He wandered through the spirit world, frowning as he pondered.

Just now, he heard someone reciting his honorable name, but it was not "the fool who does not belong to this era" or "the one who transcends miracles," but rather the honorable name he had just come up with half an hour ago, after dinner, for his angelic rank.

He hadn't had a chance to tell anyone this honorific name, not even his brother and sister.

Theoretically speaking, no one should know this honorific name.

As he walked and pondered, Klein raised his hand and casually wiped his hand across the empty space in front of him.

A flat layer of gray mist immediately appeared in front of him, floating forward and maintaining a relatively stationary speed.

Klein peered into the gray fog, his gaze slowly piercing through the greyish-white mist until he saw a room.

That was his room in his new home, at 170 Townsend in Queens, the new house he bought for his brother and sister.

Through the gray mist of history, I can see myself lying in bed, deep in thought, having just finished dinner.

He rested one hand under his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

To be precise, he was looking at a small area below the ceiling, where there was a screen he had created using illusion magic.

A light mist surrounded him, preventing his thoughts from entering the vast ocean of the collective unconscious and remaining unknown to outsiders.

"It's necessary to have a proper name. Even though I have a mobile phone and a domain anchor, a proper name to respond to prayers is still necessary. It's like my phone number in the mystic world; I'll need it to register some special accounts in the future."

Klein stared at his past self, lying in bed muttering to himself.

"Moreover, I have quite a few spirit insects that can be used to respond to prayers. Hmm, you can call them spirit insect customer service representatives. They usually reside inside my body, answering less important calls, and then transferring them to my headquarters if anything important happens."

As he thought about the screen in front of him, images appeared in his mind.

It was a scene resembling a multi-person office, with a black cat wearing a top hat behind each workstation.

Countless tentacles extend from their bodies; some are typing on keyboards, some are holding phones next to the black cat's ears, and the extra tentacles are used to stir sweet iced tea and count banknotes...

Klein continued to think while lying in bed.

"First, I need to define my identity. A follower of the Spirit Realm and the Source Castle? Hmm... no, the Hounds of Fugen are also followers of the Source Castle. Although I can use other conditions to define my identity later, it still feels too strange for a boss to be competing with his pet for work."

"Then the rulers of the Spirit Realm and the Source Castle?" Klein raised his hand and wrote these words on the screen in front of him.

He paused for a moment, then erased the passage.

"No, that would be too pointed. It could easily lead to the original Celestial Venerable. If the Celestial Venerable were to be revived within the body just for the sake of a title, then it would be a loss."

"In fact, all the symbols in the diviner's path ultimately point to that deity. Therefore, to avoid having too much interaction with Him, it is necessary to incorporate other symbols."

He snapped his fingers, and the "cats and bugs" on the screen quickly came to life and gathered together to discuss.

There is strength in numbers.

Although I am alone, I can still be very strong.

It's simple, I just have a split personality. In a mere ten seconds, the cats collectively reached a conclusion. One of the black cats held up a sign and brought it to the screen, which displayed symbols of harmony and joy.

All you need to do is add some elements that point to Klein and don't exist in this universe to the command.

Then several more caterpillars held up signs that read:

"Notes from a solo movement."

"The laughter behind the mask."

"A witness to a long history."

"The protector of all smiles and happiness."

“The great Klein Moretti.”

"Hmm... that should be fine." Klein, lying on the bed, nodded in satisfaction.

If this honored name can still point to that Celestial Venerable, then it doesn't matter if he returns the Source Castle.

Upon seeing this, Klein in the spirit world paused the playback of the historical mystery, then reached into the gray-white mist in front of him and gently grabbed at it.

The scene quickly changed, revealing another different setting.

In the North District, on a street, a young man with a thin face, a broad forehead, and wearing a monocle was sitting in a roadside cafe, holding a pen and thinking seriously.

He raised his other hand and adjusted his monocle, finally
He put down his pen and wrote down a passage:
"Notes from a solo movement..."

Then, the pen stopped moving again, as if it hadn't decided what to write next.

At this moment, Amon seemed to sense some kind of spying. He raised his head, transcended time, and looked directly at Klein Moretti above the spirit world.

This made Him smile, adjust the monocle on His right eye, and write a second sentence on the paper.

"The laughter behind the mask."

It's Amon.

Amun deciphered his honorific name.

It seems his reputation has spread.

He was certain that the person he was praying to was not Ammon.

But this still slowed Klein's pace a bit; he was no longer so keen to get to the place where people were praying.

He shook his head, waved his hand to dispel the gray fog in front of him, quickened his pace, and walked toward the direction where he had heard the prayer.

Soon, Klein arrived at his destination and stepped out of the spirit world, the surrounding colors quickly returning to normal.
The series of actions that followed, though they seemed to take a long time, actually only took a few seconds.

The person praying was still in the prayer position with their hands clasped together, not even lowering them, when Klein stepped out of the illusory spirit world and walked in front of the person praying.

(End of this chapter)