Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 589 A tranquil washroom cannot cultivate outstanding old talents.

The ancient sun god shifted his gaze from the small earth in his hands to the outside world, looking at the projection of this dream into reality.

History keeps moving forward, and we can see what is emerging in this illusory Earth, corresponding to the region of "Backlund".

That was Klein, who was about to return from history using a miracle.

Clearly, while [Time-Reversal Strike] could transcend time and reality to kill the unresisting Klein, it could not prevent Klein's resurrection.

Of course, Klein's own purpose was not to seek death.

The ancient sun god shifted his gaze once more, looking at the crimson moon further away.

The ancient sun god had already made some guesses about the actions of the fallen mother goddess, especially since she had attracted the attention of [Balance], which further indicated that her next move had a considerable chance of success.

This is also why the ancient sun god was willing to take a gamble with Serres.

If you really lose the gamble, then "Infinite Tsukuyomi" might indeed be a good ending.

He turned his gaze back to Serres Bruce, whose head was covered by a mask.

At this moment, Serres was also looking in the direction of the moon, finding it quite interesting.

To be precise, he was looking at the "balance" between the moon and the earth that is imperceptible without special means.

Sensing the gaze, Serres turned and met the eyes of the ancient sun god.

“Hmm, that’s amazing,” Serres said with a smile. “It seems that Grandpa Hu thinks that the current Mother Goddess is worth all the source matter on Earth combined.”

The ancient sun god did not answer, but instead asked a question: "Are you interested in being a 'creator in a dream'?"

There are indeed many creators nowadays: creators in mirrors, creators in paintings, creators in the gestation stage...

Even if there were another ancient sun god, the creator of a dream, it wouldn't seem like a problem now.

The current universe is all about having too many lice and not feeling itchy, and having too much debt and not worrying about it.

If Serres were to try and grab the "first" position, he might be able to keep those other lunatics in check.

“Me?” Serres pointed to himself.

“I’m not interested,” Serres said with a very straightforward shrug.

“I’m not interested in any creators or omniscient beings at all,” he said.

"It's like playing a video game. If you use a hacked version, then all the games become boring."

"What I enjoy is the interesting process, the changes, and the fun."

"If I really became the creator, whether I would fall into a deep sleep or not, the fact that I would be omniscient and omnipotent would be enough to make me so bored that I would commit suicide." Serres naturally denied the things that countless beings pursued.

The ancient sun god paused for a few seconds, then smiled: "Indeed, these are words you would say. Sorry, I've said too much."

“It’s alright,” Serres smiled and shook his head. “In fact, it’s much more fun to share things than to keep them to yourself.”

The ancient sun god looked at the azure planet he held in his hands, at the mountains, rivers, and cities on that planet, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Serres got goosebumps looking at the ancient sun god's "benevolent" gaze. So he looked away and went to the spot where Klein had been resurrected: "I'm going to play now, you can watch from here."

“Alright.” The ancient sun god nodded.

Before the ancient sun god could even nod in response, Serres had already vanished.

The crimson moon shone down from not far away, its scarlet light lashing at the illusory Earth like a whip, yet it passed right through it, never touching anything.

Within the illusory and unreal Earth, in the region corresponding to Backlund.

A vortex composed of countless tentacles and translucent worms slowly formed.

Every wisp of wind, every drop of water, every ray of light in that vortex was composed of twisted worms, segmented insects, and tiny worms shimmering with starlight. Inside the black trench coat was a deep darkness, endless, as if it contained a universe, a complete spiritual realm connected to every planet.

A few seconds later, the vortex expanded, as if opening a "surprise box," and a spring-loaded doll head with a smiley face popped out of the vortex.

The head wobbled for a few seconds, then opened its mouth, which was covered in thick red paint, revealing a black trench coat and a black, round-topped silk hat.

Amidst laughter, tentacles sprouted from the doll's head, placed the top hat on its head, and then filled the inside of the trench coat with the tentacles.

The tentacle vortex collapsed inwards and was eventually completely swallowed up by the black trench coat.

Suddenly, from within the black trench coat, a dark, slippery tentacle with mysterious patterns emerged, donning black gloves on the sleeves and producing a cane shimmering with starlight.

Immediately afterwards, a face emerged with difficulty from the shadows beneath the half-high silk hat.

Black hair, brown eyes.

Klein opened his eyes again.

Klein in the dream did not actually contain extraordinary characteristics.

No matter how real that dream may seem, even if it is another reality.

But a fake is still a fake.

However, it is also a fact that Klein accommodated the characteristics, and it is also a fact that he digested and played the role of the characteristics.

These properties are now within Klein's body, and have even been largely digested.

Therefore, time has been fooled, history has been fooled, and fate has been fooled.

Klein, who had already ascended to the status of the Fool, once again embraced extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness.

If it's just about fooling fate, then promotion is indeed possible.

But without a doubt, if one can simultaneously manipulate time, fate, and history, the ritual will be far more effective, and the resulting true god will be far more powerful.

In addition to the deification ritual for the "Fool," there is also the inclusion of the uniqueness and sequence-one characteristics of the "Gate" and the "Error."

To accommodate uniqueness requires a simplified initiation ritual. Although Klein could forcibly accommodate it through his status, accommodating it through a simplified ritual would be easier, and accommodating it through a complete ritual would certainly yield the best results.

Klein completed two ascension rituals, replacing his own ascension ritual in the "dream," and completed the rituals sufficient to advance to sequence zero "errors," perfectly fulfilling the unique inclusion of the thief.

Then, he escaped from the seal of the "Old Days" level, and fled from a false but real "universe." Undoubtedly, Klein had already absorbed the uniqueness of the Gate, and incidentally digested the characteristics of the Star Key as well.

Although the process is much more complicated, a quiet washroom cannot cultivate a good old day.

At this moment, the master of the bathroom officially ascended his loyal throne.

A tentacle emerged from the void and yanked away the golden toilet that Serres had secretly placed behind him.

Thanks for the invitation. I'm still on Earth, and I've only recently become a part of the past. I don't want to sit on a golden toilet, and I refuse to be granted a royal title.

(End of this chapter)