Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 399 "Fraud"

After Klein placed the Dream Badge on the table, the subtle oppressive aura emanating from his rank completely disappeared.

It seems the title of Archbishop of Dreams is even more useful than I thought... Klein already knew this.

Let a con artist teach you the rules of fraud? That's really going too far. It's like showing off your abilities to others, which is extremely dangerous.

However, Klein would not hand over "The Travels of Grossell" in his possession. The book contained too many secrets, and it was also excellent as a shield.

"..." Duke Zoroaster's gaze lingered on the Dream Emblem and the exclusive symbol of Pales Zoroaster, and finally he nodded slightly.

"The rules of fraud are not difficult for me, but for the 'Dream' pathway, at least Sequence 3 is required to 'mirror' my abilities."

The current Klein cannot "mirror" the abilities of an angel, not even the basic version. And without an angelic status, he cannot truly deceive the rules and erase the time difference of thousands of years.

"Hmm... just teach me a Sequence 3 strength 'Fraud', I can handle the rest." Klein thought for a moment, picked up the Dream Badge on the table, gently stroked it, and then put it into the paper doll.

The Duke of Zoroaster narrowed his eyes and finally nodded in agreement.

"Okay." The angel gently tapped the table, making a soft sound.

"Knock!"

A strange power descended, enveloping Klein.

It's like a net, obscuring certain rules of the real world, which can achieve some incredible effects.

Klein's vision suddenly blurred, and his spirit suddenly sensed something. From the perspective of the causal line, the power of "deception" was very obvious, disturbing the causal line and stirring up waves of fate.

He instinctively reached out and gently grasped, as if he were grasping something, but in reality, the causal connection had already been linked with "deception," completing the "mirror image."

"Thank you for your help." Klein released his grip again, chuckled, and nodded to the angel.

He didn't plan to stay any longer, as facing a "thief" angel was quite stressful.

"You'll probably be able to see your nephew tomorrow," Klein said, taking his leave.

Duke Zoroastrian nodded slightly, watching Klein leave, his hand constantly sliding across the table, looking very restless.

"I feel like I'm missing out if I don't steal something..."

The angel was itching to try it, but looking at the Dream Badge, he didn't dare to, since the Zoroaster family had been under the protection of the Dream Cult for the past few centuries.

He hesitated for a while, then abandoned his plan to steal as Klein stepped out of the Duke's mansion. He picked up the piece of paper that he had deliberately left behind, which bore the personal seal of Pales Zoroastrian.

"grandfather……"

……

Paper doll Klein and Herwin Lambis emerged from the Duke's mansion and boarded the carriage.

At this moment, Klein's true form emerged from the illusion, and the paper figure gradually shrank, falling into his pocket.

Klein looked at his palm and nodded in satisfaction. "We've got 'deception' now. It's time to release them."

They found a hotel to stay in temporarily, and after checking everything, Klein went up above the gray fog.

Klein's "Fool" image has also changed dramatically. He now has a cloak behind him that looks like a dream etched in the night sky, which makes him look incredibly tall and gives him a real god-like feel.

"But I dare not move at all..." Klein could clearly feel the power of the cloak behind him, which surpassed all the magical items in his hands.

However, he was extremely cautious about this thing and would not use it unless faced with a life-or-death crisis.

Powerful strength is addictive, and the more he uses it, the more perfectly he and the cloak behind him become...

Klein flicked his cloak, sat down in the "Fool's" seat, and with a wave of his hand, the "Travels of Grosser" flew to him.

Klein looked at his palm, followed his instincts and gently grasped it, and a strange power descended upon him; the rules had been violated.

He withdrew the power of the gray mist, and the books in front of him remained suspended in mid-air without falling.

He successfully cheated the rules, allowing the books to escape their fate of falling to the ground.

"Sequence 3 level 'fraud' is no longer a challenge for me."

Now Klein is both a "Causal Favorite" and a "Trickster," and with the combination of the two, he has long surpassed the ordinary Sequence Four.

Not to mention that the strength of "Causal Favorites" is much higher than that of ordinary Sequence 4.

"I can manage on my own." With a thought, Klein sent the paper figure Klein into the travelogue.

The travelogue is now free from the dangers of blizzards, and has become a peaceful and tranquil town where Mobert and his companions live, enjoying the privileges of heroes.

"Come here." Klein manipulated the causality, summoning everyone to a church.

"I have mastered the power of the rules of fraud; you may leave now."

"Really?" Everyone was surprised. The town was nice, but it was ultimately fake. The unchanging life made people feel very awkward.

"Really." Klein didn't waste any words and directly used "deception."

This time it was a little more complicated, though. He transformed "deception" into runes and imprinted them on everyone's arms.

This is not just "fraud"; it also contains the power of the gray fog.

A momentary "deception" cannot last, and Klein's current status cannot grant someone longevity through a single deception. Therefore, he used the power of cause and effect to connect with the gray fog.

The gray mist has sufficient power and strength to maintain the operation of the mark for a long time.

"We can finally get out." Shatas's eyes suddenly reddened, her emotions never concealed.

"That's a good thing, but we'll probably have to part ways after we get out." Grosser sighed a little, after all, they had been friends for who knows how many years.

"Fate always has countless possibilities! Our story is far from over." Mobert was inexplicably optimistic.

"There's something I need to tell you: the world is going to end in 18 years."

Klein's words were colder than a blizzard that had raged for countless years.

Klein didn't say how many years the mark would last, because he wasn't sure how many years he would live.

"The end of the world?" Mobert, a nobleman from the Fourth Epoch, had naturally heard of the prophecy of the end of the world, but he had probably not been out for almost two thousand years. In his time, the end of the world was just a joke.

But now, the joke has suddenly fallen on him.

"Yes, the real, end of the world." Klein nodded.

"..." The entire squad fell into an eerie silence.

(End of this chapter)