Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 395 "The Trickster"

Klein's eyes lit up as he watched the dragon crash into the rift in the illusionary realm. He simply adjusted the causal threads at the opportune moment, altering Herwin Lambis's landing point.

He suddenly looked around, smiled slightly, leaned back, and disappeared.

On the other side, Herwin Lambis felt a sudden dizziness and found himself in an unfamiliar town.

"The teleportation failed?" Herwin Lambis breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't a big deal; as long as they were out of danger, that was all that mattered.

He quickly calmed his mind and withdrew from the incomplete mythical creature state.

Before the dragon scales and wings on his body had disappeared, he saw many townspeople walking out one after another.

All the residents had cold, indifferent expressions, their eyes seeming to gleam with an evil, filthy light.

Herwin Lambis froze, his dragon scales trembling as he sensed an even more terrifying danger than when he faced three demigod-level warriors!

The sight of all the townspeople walking silently and resolutely toward Herwin Lambis reminded him of something.

"These are all Mystic Marques?!" Herwin Lambis flapped his dragon wings in unease.

He kept backing away, not daring to face the town's secret puppets, until he was finally forced to the edge of the town, with nowhere left to retreat.

"roll!"

With a single slash of his dragon claw, he moved faster than a steam train, and with such force that he turned the residents of several towns into mincemeat.

A flash of white light, and the town resident who had just been killed reappeared in the crowd.

This made Herwin Lambis's expression turn serious.

This town was so eerie that even he, a demigod and "spectator," was terrified by its true nature.

Of course, what terrified him even more was that he had lost the power to communicate with the ocean of the collective unconscious!

At one moment, the demigod suddenly looked up and gazed at the town center.

There stood a tall tower, and with the dragon's eyesight, he could naturally see the people on it.

Klein sat leisurely in a rocking chair atop the tower, taking a sip of a cup of black tea, while in his other hand he held a hardcover children's book.

Upon noticing Herwin Lambis's gaze, Klein nodded slightly and gave him a smile.

"Welcome to my town, Utopia."

Klein threw the fairy tale book he was holding down.

The fairy tale book instantly disintegrated, turning into pages of paper that recorded specific stories. These pages glowed with a dreamlike phosphorescence, and the stories materialized!

This is the power resulting from the combination of the authority of the Illusionary Abyss and the "Fairy Tale Descent".

In the story, the princess waves her magic wand, the knight charges forward, and even that seemingly illusory world crashes down!

Herwin Lambis was about to roar and unleash his mythical creature form in a desperate fight, but those stories had dragged his mind into a loop, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

Klein flicked his fingers and grasped the causal thread in his hand.

"It's done." After being a "Puppet Master" for so long, he has finally obtained his first real puppet, and it is a demigod through the "spectator" pathway.

"One last step is needed." Klein, along with the puppet Herwin Lambis, tore open the rift in the illusion once more and appeared in the real world.

And it had only been a minute since he left the "stage." That minute felt more like preparation before the curtain fell.

Now, both main actors have stepped onto the stage to pay tribute to the audience.

One ingredient after another flew out of Klein's body, and under the pull of causal threads, they transformed into a potion and landed on a goblet.

Klein gently raised his wine glass and gestured to Claude, Audrey, Fors, and the others inside the Dream Chapel.

Without hesitation, Klein drank the potion in his cup in one gulp. Incidentally, he used the causal link to retrieve the "Dream Card".

At the same time, his puppet Herwin Lambis bowed slightly to the audience, then opened a rift in the illusion, swallowing the two figures.

"The boring drama is over, can I leave now?" Adam's eyes flashed as he looked at Truman, who was propping his head up with his hand.

"No way, this is just the beginning!" Truman's eyes became more serious as he watched Klein drink the potion.

"You didn't think I invited you here just to watch this ceremony, did you?"

Adam glanced at Truman, his meaning quite clear.

"Then you've really misunderstood me."

Truman suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and in an instant, the entire Backlund was filled with turmoil!

The sudden appearance of dark clouds instantly blocked out the sun, preventing any sunlight from falling on the earth.

At that very moment, Adam suddenly looked up at the dark cloud.

"Source Castle?!" He was somewhat surprised and uncertain.

That wasn't a black cloud at all; it was clearly an extremely dense gray fog!

The "Source Castle," which has always been located above the spirit world, has manifested in the real world; this is the truly significant event.

Adam suddenly looked at Truman. It seemed that only Truman could solve the "Source Castle" anomaly.

"Hurry up, or I'll go kill Antigonus."

A faint but cold voice rang out, and a ethereal figure appeared behind Truman—it was the "Hidden Angel."

"..." Truman glanced at Amanisis speechlessly; the little wolf was truly pitiful.

However, Antigonus possesses the unique characteristic of "The Fool," which can indirectly influence "Source Castle."

Truman didn't wait any longer. Instead, he closed his eyes and began to use the methods he had been using in the "Source Castle".

……

In the southern continent, Zarathustra, who had always been under the surveillance of the Rose School, suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction of Backlund.

His tone seemed expectant, "Source Castle..."

His figure vanished instantly, leaving the Rose School headquarters.

The Rose Patriarch did not stop him. It was not He who made Zaratu willingly imprison himself here, but the "Bound God." Zaratu's ability to leave represented the attitude of the "Bound God."

Deep within the Misty Sea, a ship more luxurious than any palace broke through the mist and arrived in normal waters.

Amon gently pushed up his monocle, a smile playing on his lips, as if he had found a fun toy.

Outside Backlund, Leonard had just disembarked and returned to the City of a Thousand. He looked up at the suddenly appearing dark clouds, feeling a sense of familiarity, and a slightly aged voice echoed in his mind.

"Source Castle..."

The same thing happened in many places, in the Hornachis Mountains, in Gensokyo, in the land abandoned by the gods...

When the "Source Castle" manifested in the real world, they all had a corresponding response.

This... seems to be a signal to start a war?

……

Klein knew nothing of this, and after drinking the "Trickster's" potion, his mind began to change drastically.

(End of this chapter)