Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 588 The Fool's Fall

The bullet struck him squarely between the eyebrows, piercing his skull without any obstruction, leaving only a bullet hole.

This is just a bullet after all. Even with the blessing of the [Joy] Envoy, it might not be able to kill Klein if he actively defends and dodges.

Therefore, he did not stop it or try to dodge it; he suppressed his survival instinct and took the bullet.

The instant Klein was shot, in this dream world, all the puppets in the world simultaneously froze and entered a state of complete stillness.

Something seemed to have broken, imperceptibly.

The spiritual threads connecting the puppets broke, and the puppets returned to their original forms.

There are cats and dogs, or mice and birds, but mostly microorganisms.

People around them seemed completely oblivious, walking past the puppets and ignoring those who suddenly stopped, transformed into various animals, or simply "disappeared."

In this dreamlike state, chaos erupted in the spirit world. All beings in the spirit world became either foolish, cunning, or were transported from their original places to familiar locations. Many rules were malfunctioning, and numerous symbols were being manipulated.

The ethereal, semi-transparent cloak surrounding Klein seemed to lose its support and disintegrated, scattering into a gray mist that merged into the surrounding fog.

The light in Klein's eyes went out in an instant.

Without any chance to struggle, Klein was killed instantly by his "past" self.

This feeling was peculiar, unlike any of the ways Klein had ever tried to die.

However, before Klein could fully experience this feeling, his consciousness had already fallen silent.

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In a dream, in Backlund, inside a church of the goddess of night.

Leonard sat in his seat, picked up a cup of coffee made from freshly ground Bairon beans, and wanted to take a sip.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped moving, stood there stunned for a few seconds, and when he drank again, he found that he had drunk a mouthful of mud.

Without realizing it, the teacup in my hand had switched places with the flowerpot not far away.

"Pah!" Leonard spat the mud in his mouth onto the table and frowned in thought.

After thinking for a few seconds, he gave up, picked up his coffee from the table not far away, and took a small sip.

He frowned slightly and muttered to himself in confusion:

"Old man, what just happened?"

Even now that he has become a dual-path demigod, Leonard still prefers to use his external brain rather than think actively.

The bitter taste quickly filled his mouth, gradually clearing his mind.

After a moment of silence, Palezozoloasde replied with deep emotion:
"It seems that the Fool you believed in has fallen."

"Mr. Fool!" Leonard exclaimed, barely able to contain his surprise.

“Yes,” Pales replied, “probably. But the Fool’s Path has always been good at resurrection. Maybe this Fool’s fall was just to be revived in your former colleague’s body.”

"No...it can't be..."

Leonard became even more restless, yet he couldn't hear the aged, slightly pleased laughter emanating from within his own body.

"Go out," Pales's voice rang out again.

"What's wrong?" Leonard asked, puzzled, but instinctively stood up to grab his coat.

Pales replied in the same tone.

"I'll go buy you some melon seeds."

"what?"

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On the streets of Silver City, Amon, dressed fashionably, with a freshly permed head and a monocle on his right eye, suddenly froze and stopped in his tracks.

His expression suddenly became quite confused, unsure whether he should step forward with his left or right foot first. This seemed to be a very profound and not so easy question to answer.

A few seconds later, Amon came to his senses and touched his head, only to find that his newly styled hair had reverted to its original state, as if a projection from history had overlapped with the present, creating some kind of error.

Seemingly understanding something, Amon looked up at the sky, his gaze transcending the obstacles to reach the Source Castle high above the Spirit Realm.

No extraordinary qualities fell from the spirit world, and the spirit world did not experience any turmoil as a result.

Amon touched the monocle he was wearing over his right eye.

"Heh, interesting."

He chuckled softly, turned around and walked back into the barbershop, casually stealing the memory of the owner having just permed his hair, and asked the owner to design a new hairstyle for him.

The shop assistant, dressed in a barbecue stall uniform, scratched his head, looking confused, and then decided to use the barbecue grill in his hand to give Amon a fashionable hairstyle.

He didn't know why he was there, but since the customer had made a request, he would do it.

As an ordinary person, the barbecue stall owner is clearly not as good as Amon in terms of recovery ability and is currently still in a state of blind dementia.

However, he remained dedicated and poured the cooking wine over Amon's head.

Amon chuckled and didn't stop him, planning to go find Medici later, his head burning with anger.

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in reality.

The Earth appears brightly lit and incredibly prosperous.

The only problem is that it's illusory and unreal, giving people a hazy, mirage-like feeling.

Occasionally, crimson moonlight drifts out from the moon not far away, lashing at "Earth" like a whip, but passing right through it without touching anything.

At the center of the illusory Earth, roughly at the Earth's core, the astral symbol corresponding to Earth is compressed into a ball of light less than 50 meters in diameter.

A colorful sun floated above the ball of light.

A priest holds a small globe in his hands, floating there, not in contact with the illusory Earth's core environment around him.

A sea that seemed to encompass all colors and all possibilities enveloped Him, radiating a luster that defied description.

“He… no, he did indeed do it,” the ancient sun god said with a touch of emotion, “albeit with your help.”

"Hmm." Serres's voice came from beside Him, Serres was also looking at the Earth in His hands.

“But he was able to escape the dream because of your help,” the ancient sun god continued. “Won’t this affect your purpose?”

"What impact do you think this will have?" Serres asked with a chuckle.

The ancient sun god paused for a moment, then sighed: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I simply couldn't believe it."

“Whether I succeed or fail, it’s a good thing for me,” Serres replied.

"You must have watched Naruto, right?" Serres asked.

The ancient sun god nodded, and Serres continued, "If it succeeds, then everyone will be happy. If it fails, then to be honest, Infinite Tsukuyomi is indeed a good option."

"I really don't know whether cooperating with you is the right thing to do or the wrong thing to do."

The ancient sun god fell silent once again.

"So, did it succeed?" He asked.

Serres shrugged: "It will take some time to verify my guess."

The ancient sun god nodded, said nothing more, and continued to gaze at the planet in his hand.

Above Him, the star core that Klein brought out was enveloped by the chaotic sea and was falling into silence, while the special energy inside was being ruthlessly extracted by the ancient sun god.

(End of this chapter)