Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 579 Swallowing Zaratu

Above the gray fog, the Source Castle.

Klein sat in the high-backed chair belonging to "Mr. Fool," propping his head up with one hand. His gaze pierced through the ancient, mottled bronze table in front of him, through the gray mist, across the spirit world, and looked over most of the earth.

At this moment, under certain conditions, Klein, who can possess the status of "half an Old One," can use his identity as the "Spirit Realm Ruler" to appear as if he possesses countless beings, simultaneously watching over every corner of the Earth.

This is already equivalent to "omniscience and omnipotence" within a certain range to some extent.

Klein propped his head up with one hand and tapped the long table in front of him lightly with the other.

He saw Run, Intis, Fussac, and Silver City, and saw each city gradually becoming modern, getting closer and closer to the "modern" world he remembered.

In fact, in places like Silver City, the level of technology has far surpassed that of that distant past.

Except for Intis, the aristocracy has been abolished. The titles that were originally purchased with a lot of money have also lost their meaning.

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but sigh.

So much money wasted again...

Klein felt like he was about to breathe out.

It seems that he does indeed have a certain characteristic of "losing money".

Hopefully, this won't contaminate the entire path of the diviners, or even the entire Ghostly Three School in the future.

Klein's thoughts were still wandering as he gazed down at the Earth.

In Intis, the aristocracy was not completely abolished, because Roselle needed this order, and because the extraordinary beings of the Black Emperor pathway also needed this system to aid in digesting potions.

However, the so-called "nobles" have basically lost their rights and are now more of a "symbol" or a "name".

Klein saw the world getting better and better.

People's quality of life is getting better and better, and the crime rate is getting lower and lower.

There are fewer and fewer unexpected events in life, as if everyone has become a "lucky one" of the Monster Path Sequence 7.

You can see people find money on their way out, you can see people getting green lights all the way on their way, you can see people just walking along the street in a daze and suddenly encounter love...

No more despair... no more pain... no more setbacks...

Klein knew this was because the [Anti-Despair Equation] had completely intervened in the "fate" of the entire Earth.

Everything will be in a good direction.

All...all...

Klein closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He remained silent for a long time, pondering some things.

A dozen seconds later, Klein opened his eyes again, stood up from the chair, and his illusory body passed through the long table in front of him, slowly walked to the gate of the Source Castle, and then solidified again.

The gate opened automatically, and Klein stepped into the mist outside the Source Castle, into the gray mist of history, and step by step walked to the pre-First Era, into the layered old city.

He stood atop a dilapidated building that barely stood, looking down at the piles of housing ruins, public transportation vehicles turned into discus, and cars stacked one on top of another.

"This is a suitable setting for writing a post-apocalyptic novel," Klein muttered. "Perhaps I can ask Miss Magician to take a look sometime."

Muttering to himself, his gaze swept over the remaining houses, piercing through the barriers of history to see electric lights shining inside. The soft glow of these lights spread out, illuminating the glass, the buildings, the streets, and the ruins of a corner of the old city.

After gazing at it for a long time, Klein looked away, took a step, and walked into the real world.

But he didn't appear in any city; instead, with each step he took, his body was rapidly erased, like a pencil drawing being wiped clean by an eraser.

After he completely left the fog of history, his body had completely disappeared.

He transplanted the misty town of the Goddess of Night into his own world, and in just a few steps, he entered that hidden city.

As the mist dissipated, Klein saw a fog above his head, with the Crimson Moon hidden within it, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Looking around, what first caught his eye was the fog that permeated the surroundings and the deep, cold night. And not far away, there was a small town.

As if drawn by some peculiar attraction, Klein subconsciously looked up at the most prominent building in the town.

The most striking building in the town is a very old-style pointed church, entirely black, without a bell tower, with one black crow after another circling and hovering at its top.

Scattered around the church are many buildings, including ordinary two-story houses, simple wooden houses, bakeries with signs, and gray mills powered by waterwheels, but there are no pedestrians. They seem to have fallen into a deep sleep in the quiet and peaceful night.

This is part of the City of Night, a hidden town belonging to Amanisis, the goddess of night.

The moment he appeared here, Klein felt an attraction.

A deep darkness appeared in Klein's eyes, and his emotions instantly calmed. He raised his right hand and clasped it in a gesture towards the church not far away.

A vortex appeared in his palm, formed by countless translucent worms, with tentacles occasionally reaching out as if trying to grasp something in the air.

Some fine powder drifted out from the direction of the church.

That appears to be ashes.

The ashes scattered in mid-air, with some dark spots of light seeping out from them.

That is an extraordinary characteristic.

An extraordinary feature of Sequence One, "Mysterious Servant".

By the time the special ability appeared in Klein's hands, the ashes had already scattered in the wind, and only the special ability had been thrown into the vortex.

Klein's gaze remained calm, showing no sign of surprise.

As expected, the only place where Zarathustra's true form could not be found was with the goddess.

To be precise, it is the ashes of Zarathustra's original body.

She was sealed in this secluded town by the goddess of night, Amanises, preventing her from being resurrected.

Zarathustra sensed danger when Klein arrived in the town.

He could do nothing but despair.

Because half of the "extraordinary characteristics aggregation" of the Old Ones has firmly locked onto Him, even if He only takes one step forward, He will arrive in front of Klein under the "miracle".

He is certain to die, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

(End of this chapter)