Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 230 Above the Gray Fog

Truman saw Klein as if he had seen through a gray fog.

The "Source Castle" was too well hidden for him to find, but thanks to the secret connection between the "Dream" card and Klein, he was still able to sense what was happening inside the "Source Castle".

He didn't force his way in, just to ensure that the "little blanket" wouldn't directly erode Klein at this moment.

Fortunately, there has been no movement so far.

Since there's nothing there now, it's likely that the "little blanket" won't make a sound until it becomes a demigod or an angel.

Within the gray fog, Klein stood there stunned, then reached out his right hand as if exploring, and touched a deep red star.

hum!

The surface of the deep red star seemed to be rippling with water.

Klein was slightly startled, as if some kind of power was draining from his mind. He quickly withdrew his hand, but in his panic, he bumped into another crimson star.

At this moment, a dreamlike phosphorescent light seemed to erupt from Klein's body, and the power of the two stars suddenly surged, each colliding with one of the stars.

This resulted in four stars being activated.

"That's more like it!"

Truman calmly withdrew his hand. He had just manipulated the causal threads, causing a brief misfortune to Mr. Fool, who was about to take control of good fortune. The first time, he had touched four deep red stars.

The burst of dreamlike phosphorescence prevented Klein from falling unconscious after activating the four stars.

The four deep red stars expanded, and a human figure was reflected from each of them.

A deep red light blinded these people, and then they saw Klein, who was shrouded in a grayish-white mist.

The four people—two men and two women—all displayed extreme fear and awe.

"Sir, what... are you doing?" A girl, whose figure was also blurry but whose rich clothing could be vaguely discerned, asked somewhat fearfully.

This moment seemed to stretch out infinitely; Klein's thoughts raced, and he made a decision.

"An attempt."

Combined with the imposing and eerie aura amplified by the gray mist, he truly seemed like a great being resurrected from antiquity.

The other four were apprehensive about the answer, but also secretly excited.

"Is this the legendary illusionary world?" The girl seemed somewhat excited.

"No, this isn't the fantasy world." A woman dressed casually with long brown hair glanced cautiously at Klein and said, "I've been to that dream world before."

"Is this your divine realm?" A tall young man dressed in ancient clothing asked Klein, seemingly unaware of the situation before him.

He was even speaking ancient Hermes, which Klein could barely understand thanks to his background as a history graduate.

Another man with dark blue hair also looked over. For superhumans, mastering the ancient Hermes language is essential.

Klein was under a bit of pressure, but his professionalism as an actor and the added effect of the gray fog allowed him to maintain his mystique; he simply nodded slightly.

At that moment, the vast gray fog began to surge wildly.

The four of them were startled, and then they saw towering stone pillars, a wide dome, a long bronze table, and chairs with backs carved with mysterious patterns.

A huge meeting hall appeared, seemingly prepared for the legendary gods.

The four people sat facing each other, men and women, close to Klein, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Oops, I didn't do this...

Klein was also taken aback, but his expression was obscured by the gray fog, and no one could sense his emotions.

The sheer power of creation utterly captivated everyone, and the four of them looked at Klein with awe.

The realm of gods… Klein recalled this word, and only after he nodded did the gray mist undergo a change.

"Your power is comparable to that of a god, inspiring awe." The blue-haired man realized something, lowered his head, and his body seemed to tremble slightly.

"How amazing..." The noblewoman looked around, exclaiming in amazement.

"Your Excellency... how should we address you?" The noblewoman was still unable to comprehend such a "great being," and although she felt awe, she clearly did not treat him with the same respect as the other three.

You can call me...

"...'The Fool'!"

For a moment, Klein felt that "dreamlike" wasn't a bad idea, but he still decided to play it safe.

This title once again evokes a lot of speculation and reinforces Klein's status.

"Is this the initial Tarot deck? Can I choose one?" The noblewoman was excited and couldn't wait to participate in the meeting.

"Of course." Klein nodded with a smile, appearing unconcerned.

"Then I choose 'Justice'!" The noblewoman Audrey Hall made her choice, and then she looked at the others.

Miss Justice's cheerful voice was highly infectious, and most importantly, Klein's permission stirred up the thoughts of the others.

"I choose 'The Hanged Man'," Alger Wilson, with his blue hair, said in a deep voice.

"I choose 'The Magician'," said Fors Wall, dressed casually.

"What are you talking about?" Everyone looked at the last person, but he was a little confused and asked in Ancient Hermes.

"You don't understand Rune?" Mr. Hanged Man asked, somewhat surprised, and communicated with him in Ancient Hermes.

"I don't know what a rune is?" Derrick Berg, who was tall but actually quite young, scratched his head.

"..." Klein blinked, recalling the scene that had just occurred at the temple, and a thought arose in his mind.

A certain force appeared and directly erased the language barrier.

Klein leaned back slightly and simply nodded.

"How amazing..." Miss Justice explained to the last boy.

"I choose 'The Sun'!" Derrick Berger made his choice.

With their code names settled, the group relaxed and began to entertain other ideas, including but not limited to trading formulas and exchanging extraordinary knowledge.

To maintain his status, Klein simply watched with a smile, listening in as well, thus gaining a deeper understanding of this world.

……

"The Tarot Society..." Truman watched with a smile as this mysterious organization took shape.

Of course, I also took a screenshot, a 360-degree view without any blind spots.

"Let's call it 'The Fool's Tale'." Truman turned this scene into a book, with Russell's diary next to it.

Speaking of Roselle's diary... well, Roselle didn't experience the assassination attempt; instead, he retired gracefully at the height of his power.

But his diary was still leaked and circulated widely.

Okay, this was all done by Truman, with Russell's consent. The ones distributed were all personally selected by Russell, and are absolutely pure, natural, and harmless.

However, in exchange, Rosell needs to participate in the "Little Fellow Countryman" development program...

(End of this chapter)