Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 564 Lesser Mystery Master Trial Card
The hand was beautiful, but Klein didn't have time to focus on it.

As the number of phantom soldiers and doomsday beasts in the arena gradually increased, Klein could feel their power increasing in tandem.

They gave Klein a strange feeling; they weren't like soldiers, but more like dancers at a ball, linked together by a conductor. Although they appeared to be surrounding Klein, it felt more like a grand banquet.

The Black Tower's voice rang out once more, appearing directly in Klein's ears.

"Since you dare to call yourselves gods, then I shouldn't have any problem increasing the difficulty for you a little, right?"

"Haha, won't you introduce me first? After all, this is my first time trying a special test." Klein maintained his smile while reaching into the mists of history.

“That’s right, then I’ll explain it to you personally.” Black Tower seemed quite fond of Klein, this “experimental subject,” and was willing to spend more time on him.

"You should know, right? The star god Nanuk, who walks the path of destruction. He casts a glance upon powerful beings in every world who have a destructive impulse, and marks them, bestowing upon them power."

“I thought He would just unleash destruction,” Klein said.

“No one knows what the Star Gods are thinking. It’s foolish to try to understand them with the mind of a mortal,” Black Tower said.

After she finished speaking, she continued to add to the story.

"Among them, the Great Lord of Annihilation is both the messenger of the Star God and the executor of the will to destroy; at the same time, he is also the artist of war and the ultimate weapon of destruction."

"They are obsessed with the beauty of destruction and adhere to the principle of all things returning to entropy. They command wars that span the stars and wield the destructive power bestowed by the god of destruction."

"Oh." Klein looked at the legion in front of him, which had stopped growing after reaching a certain size and remained motionless, and sighed. "So you want me to challenge a Commander?"

"Don't worry, I don't have that kind of perverse taste," Black Tower replied.

"Although this is a special test, I won't make things too difficult for you. You just need to deal with this army."

“Really? That sounds much easier.” Klein smiled, a mask appearing on his face.

At the same time, we pull our hands out of the fog of history.

He now has an item in his hand.

This is a kind of popsicle from his hometown before he traveled through time. It is very classic and is called Shattered Ice.

It is also the artifact that Klein used when entering the DLC.

The Paradise Shattered Ice effect grants him all the blessings of destiny in the entire simulated universe.

For ancient scholars, anything they once owned was essentially something they could retrieve and use anytime, anywhere. There was no need to worry about loss or damage; even disposable items could serve multiple purposes.

Just like last time, Klein used flames to melt the shattered ice. Then he directly fed it to his mouth, as if he were drinking a cup of warm sugar water from a distance.

His body was covered in colorful special effects light, representing a series of blessings being bestowed upon him.

Although he no longer lacks offensive means, and the Echoes of Fate are no longer of much use to him, the percentage-based increases in stats are still quite useful.

Since Klein put on the mask, Black Tower has remained silent, not uttering another word.

But at this moment, Klein could sense that the test had begun. He inexplicably felt the imaginary energy within his body, belonging to the same harmony, becoming active, and the worms that formed his body became restless. One after another, blisters appeared on his skin, each containing a mutated "Spirit Worm." They each bore the faces of Zhou Mingrui, Klein Moretti, Gehrman Sparrow, Dawn Dantes, and Merlin Hermes, struggling to emerge.

It seemed as if they wanted to join the grand feast before them, to feel the irreversible decay of billions upon billions of hearts.

Klein's thoughts quickly became chaotic, and his entire spirit body felt as if it were being torn apart by invisible blades.

This army of annihilation seems to have embarked on multiple paths of fate, just like him, and is very adept at using [harmony].

That is a kind of "harmony" that has the nature of pollution and destruction.

A beam of light pierced through Klein's body, instantly turning him into a thin sheet of paper.

But Klein's voice resounded directly in the air, grand and vast, filling every corner of the venue.

"Here, harmony is weakened, and pleasure is increased."

The next instant, Klein appeared directly above the legion, his left hand shrouded in golden light, seemingly holding a golden light bulb.

A series of orderly and grand yet invisible and silent "voices of order" floated from his hands.

This is the power of order that Sunday obtained from the Tronsworth Brass Book, which had been accumulating for some time, when Klein summoned Sunday during the Backlund Smog Incident.

As Klein issued his decree, the legion's morale noticeably declined.

Klein himself was also affected to some extent, after all, he was indeed a follower of the [Harmony] path.

However, the enhancement of [Joy] makes up for this well. The mask on his face even ignores the limitation of uniqueness. In combination with the other blessings, it directly helps him borrow a part of the fooling, a part of the mistake, and a part of the authority of the door from the future.

Including the Source Castle, he seemed to have become a "minor Lord of Mysteries" in some way at this moment, becoming half of the Old Ones.

Klein offered no resistance to the legion's long-range artillery barrage, allowing the bombs of unknown material to explode on his body, creating a gravitational wave that instantly engulfed and crushed him.

Taking advantage of this time, he used part of the gate's authority to create a seal, unfolding a spacetime maze above his head, separating the illusory soldiers in the arena from the pale hand outside the ceiling.

Then, a brilliant portal tinged with a bluish-black hue suddenly appeared directly beneath the spacetime maze.

The portal was composed of countless layers of light spheres, each of which was itself a cluster of twisted worms. Some of these worms were transparent, while others were semi-transparent, and they carried symbols and patterns that were either complex and difficult to describe or had profound symbolic meaning.

The appearance of this portal completely blocked out that fair and slender hand.

The gravitational waves in the air dissipated, leaving behind only a dead pawn, compressed into a sphere the size of a fist.

While being captured by the gravitational waves, Klein stole the fate of a "Raider" pawn and swapped its positions with it.

when!
A bell, seemingly from a distant past, rang out.

Within the legion, a "phantom soldier" transformed into an ancient, weathered stone clock. The clock's hands, composed of time worms, disregarded the rule that each second should advance one space, jumping forward several spaces instead, seemingly erasing a few seconds.

(End of this chapter)