Mystery: Lucky One

So in your heart you still want to be paid...but this is too blunt!

Klein glanced at Alice and then turned to Derrick.

As innocent as Derrick was, he also added this hint which was equivalent to an explicit statement:
"Of course, Miss Fortune, but I don't know what you need..."

Alice tilted her head, her eyes swept across Cattleya, and then she smiled and said:

"Didn't you want to give Mr. Fool a potion from the Cultivator pathway? Let's exchange it for Sequence 4... It's called the Classical Alchemist, right?"

Do not! ! !
Cattleya’s eyes widened, and she almost screamed, but fortunately, she curbed the impulse in time, and collapsed weakly on the seat, her starry eyes turned to Mr. Fool, almost begging.

Klein's eyelids also twitched wildly when he received the gaze. He stared at Alice. After Derrick agreed to this request, Alice finally turned around and promised him:
"Mr. Fool, is it up to you to decide whether to hand over the potion formula to that 'druid'?"

After discussing such random things, Alice turned to look at the Hanged Man Alger and asked curiously:
"Mr. 'The Hanged Man', please stay away from Backlund for the time being."

Something happened to Backlund? Well, that's normal, but why did you remind me of that?
Doubt flashed across Alger's eyes, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Alice blinked and smiled, "Mr. World sent an anonymous letter to the Church of Storms, claiming that Amon had arrived in Backlund, and attached the whereabouts of Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order."

After a brief pause, Alice turned around and told the "magician" Fors:
"I also want to thank you, Miss Magician. After all, you were the one who discovered Zaratul in the first place."

Fors showed a very ugly smile.

Zaratul... Amon...?
Alger was stunned for a moment. He began to understand why Alice asked him to stay away from Backlund, but there was still one thing he didn't understand:
"Ms. Fate, won't the Church of Storms investigate this matter?"

“But, what’s the use?” Alice shrugged. “Until Zaratul admits that he is Amon, you will never be able to prove that He is not Amon—unless He becomes a Beyonder.”

The Tarot Club members looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Audrey "Justice" slapped her head and suddenly realized:

"No wonder it's been raining and thundering these past few days. I was wondering, after all, the weather is really wrong. Now it seems..."

Is it the wrath of the "Storm Lord"?

The Tarot Club members looked at each other and no one spoke.

Next, the Tarot Club members in Backlund recalled the anomalies of the past week under the reminder of the "world", and this Tarot Club was declared over.

In the solemn atmosphere brought by the war, the response of the Storm Church in areas other than weather changes was not obvious, at least not as obvious as in the war.

After praying for the goddess's blessing, Klein sent Lawrence's hair to Triss, while on the other side, Alice saw the "Wishing Lamp" as she wished.

Looking at Bernadette who appeared in a patch of pea vines, Alice asked in confusion:
"You came... Um, you came for the 'Wishing Lamp'? Why did you come by yourself?"

"Its status and level are very high, and it cannot be delivered through messengers." Bernadette explained as she took out the lamp.

It is golden in color, like a miniature kettle, with its surface covered with mysterious and complex symbols, and a wick sticking out of the door.

Alice reached out her hand curiously, wanting to take the lamp, but the lamp actually shook by itself, and then its wick ignited silently.

Through Bernadette's expression, Alice realized that this was not an ordinary thing. She looked at the "Wishing Lamp" thoughtfully. The light of the flame was like a sticky stream of water, condensing into a blurred and distorted light golden figure above it.

“Long time no see,” He said.

Alice stared at the figure for two seconds, and then the figure spoke as if realizing something:

“This can’t be dispelled!”

Alice regretfully put down her half-raised hand and politely asked Bernadette:

"Can you get out first?"

Bernadette left without hesitation. After Alice confirmed that she had left, she looked at the connection between the figure and the "Wishing Magic Lamp", rubbed her fingertips, and then said in a firm voice:
"You were sealed in!"

——She saw that there seemed to be something wrapped up in the fate of the "Wishing Lamp".

The pale golden figure didn't seem surprised by her reaction, and just asked:
"You don't seem to remember me?"

Alice stroked her chin and replied:

"You sound as if we are very familiar with each other... Could it be that you and I were very good friends before? Well, it's not impossible. After all, looking at your current appearance, I believe that the great 'Lord of Mysteries' must have been very kind to you back then..."

"...I had some doubts at first," the pale golden figure interrupted her, "but now it seems that you are undoubtedly "He"."

“…Why do you say that?” Alice’s expression turned a little colder.

"Have you confused about your own identity?" The pale golden figure avoided answering.

Alice said nothing. She picked up the "Wishing Lamp" and threw it hard on the ground. The pale golden figure fell to the ground and said:
"You should know that this won't do any good.

"From the current situation, you want to get some information from me. In this case, why don't we make a deal?"

"What deal?" Alice asked.

The pale golden figure did not tell the content of the transaction, but asked: "Why is your essence not with you?"

……also?

Alice's eyelids twitched, and she looked at the pale golden figure, curled her lips and smiled:

"Don't worry about that for now. You know, I've forgotten a lot of things. You know who I am, but I still don't know what to call you... You should at least give me a name, right?"

"'Son of Chaos'," the pale golden figure introduced himself, "I am 'Son of Chaos', do you remember me?"

"...Why don't you just call yourself 'Son of Chaos'?" Alice asked in a regretful tone while recalling the relevant information about this name.

Well, the "Son of Chaos" is the Old One corresponding to the two paths of "Judge" and "Black Emperor"... Hiss, I wonder if He can still use His twisted authority. I have to be careful that He twists my words...

The genie did not answer this question. Alice waited in vain and sighed:
"Okay, Aladdin... Although from this perspective, maybe Bernadette... No, maybe Roselle should be called Aladdin. After all, Aladdin is just the one who picked up the magic lamp, and you are the genie."

"What?" The genie didn't understand.

"I mean," Alice looked at Him and smiled, "you can tell me the content of your deal, Aladdin." "...So, who is Aladdin?" The genie still didn't understand.

"Of course it's you." Alice said as a matter of course.

The surroundings fell into silence. After more than ten seconds, the lamp spirit seemed to have given up struggling and spoke:

"……All right.

"You should have a way to contact God. I would like to ask you to tell God that if He is willing to help me remove the seal and let me regain my freedom, I will leave this extraordinary characteristic of the Miracle Master. At the same time, I will follow His advice and leave the earth or help Him deal with the Lord of Mysteries."

Therefore, the me in His memory is a follower of the “Original God”…

Alice nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and said, "I can let you see God, too."

"...Really?" The genie looked doubtful.

"Of course it's true," Alice said in a deep voice, "As long as you die, you can reunite with God in the River of Everlasting Darkness!"

"?" The lamp god stayed where he was. "What do you mean?"

Alice then sighed deeply and said with a sad expression:

"You probably left too early and don't know what happened next...

"In fact, after you left, God took in the City of Disaster and fell into madness. When God took in the City of Disaster, the Lord of Mysteries took away my essence. Moreover, He was lucky enough to take it in successfully and remained relatively sober...

"Thus, He defeated 'God' and ruled the world!"

"Absolutely impossible!" The Lamp Spirit reacted fiercely, "If it's as you said, how could there be so many people in the world? And over the years, I have hardly ever heard of the name of the 'Lord of Mysteries'!"

“Of course,” the sadness on Alice’s face did not disappear. “You are right. Although ‘God’ was defeated, the ‘Lord of Mysteries’ was also severely damaged. It was only a miserable victory at best. He is still recuperating. As for me, in order to thank the ‘Lord of Mysteries’ for preserving my consciousness, I am serving Him…”

"So it was you who betrayed God!" The Genie said, as if he knew everything. "How is the Lord of Mysteries' injury?"

"He has learned my healing method and is currently living as a human," Alice replied. "Do you want to meet the current 'Lord of Mysteries'?"

The lamp spirit was silent for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

"Okay," Alice nodded, "Then think about it."

The shadow of the genie stood still, with no visible emotion. Alice didn't say a word. She picked up the lamp and returned it to Bernadette.

The genie didn't say anything until Bernadette left with the "Wishing Lamp".

……

The full moon night happened this week. It was the day when Triss asked to see Mr. "The Door". While Klein summoned the "magician" Fors to help her avoid the whispers, Alice found Triss according to the location provided by Renette.

In a room illuminated by crimson light, the witch Triss stood on an altar, surrounded by ritual materials such as rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, lapis lazuli, etc.

Alice was envious. While she was calculating the value of the gems, Triss completed the complicated preliminary preparations. She lit the hair in her hand and put it into the cauldron.

When the firelight was tinged with a layer of darkness, Triss took two steps back and recited in Giant language with a solemn expression:

“The great gate of gates;

“Leader of the endless starry sky;
"The key to all mystical worlds..."

So you’re the tour guide… Wait, what key?
Alice shook her head and a series of crackling sounds were heard as she moved. After a moment of shock, she realized that it was the gems that made the sound.

In the pain of the heart, the gems shattered into powder and floated up, flashing red, blue, green, or bright lights, quickly forming a torrent and heading towards the candlelight on the altar.

At the same time, the burnt hair in the cauldron also joined the ranks.

The flames expanded and intertwined, becoming increasingly dim, like an illusory door leading to another world.

Alice's hair stood up suddenly. She felt that there were endless dangers hidden in that door, and the level of danger was even higher than that of a true God!

It's the "Fallen Mother Goddess"... Behind the door is the power of the "Fallen Mother Goddess"...

Alice's scalp tingled. She felt that the void in the room had become a lot thinner. Many places were shadowy, and there seemed to be a large number of indescribable, strange and dangerous creatures hiding behind them.

The dark and expanding flames slowly began to rotate, transforming into a huge, deep, crimson vortex.

As the vortex spun, a faint but soul-piercing voice finally rang out from the bottom:
"... Chick?"

As soon as the voice sounded, Chick's black hair lifted up on its own without any wind, and each strand became a little thicker. The skin on her face became transparent, and her blood vessels bulged out one after another, densely packed like a spider web.

Alice couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she closed her eyes.

This was actually self-deception, because she still had to keep an eye on this place. This was a task she took over from Klein out of curiosity. She originally just wanted to come and see the ritual of summoning Mr. "Door" and learn it. After Klein knew about it, he asked her to help keep an eye on Triss, so that Triss would not be deceived by Mr. "Door" like Emperor Roselle.

Furthermore, Klein told her that he had already told the goddess that if there was really a problem, the goddess would come out, and she just had to keep an eye on it...

Finally, when Triss's appearance returned to normal, Alice breathed a sigh of relief, and the voice laughed again:

"It looks like he is Chike's follower...

“The only ones who were able to surpass Sequence 1 after watching the second Blasphemous Slate together and survive to this day… are probably the Artisan, Chick, and I…”

"Craftsman"? Could it be the God of Steam and Machinery? Hmm, Emperor Roselle's diary is still biased. This "door", Mr. is not going to answer all questions... He is simply afraid of not revealing information... Is this to attract people to continue to summon Him?

Alice let out a light "tsk" and swore that she would never use this ritual to summon Mr. "Door" even if she died.

However, things did not go as she wished. The voice in the vortex continued to ask:

"The guest in the dark... isn't going to show up?" (End of this chapter)