Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 111: Mourning the Actor's Reflection

As Qianjie closed the door, the hall became silent again.

Klein and Amon stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

"What is this?" In the end, it was Klein who broke the silence first.

His tone was not as friendly as before.

Although he didn't know what this bug was, judging by Qianjie's behavior, leaving it in his body was probably not a good thing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have attacked him for no reason.

Despicable means...

"Oh, this is just a small gift for a friend." Amon's smile did not diminish at all. "A sequence four spiritual material, isn't it a good gift?"

Such a character is simply too bad. Klein's brows furrowed tightly.

Although he didn't know what the worm was exactly, he could roughly guess what it was.

A worm is inside another creature's body, and he can only think of one word.

"Parasite?" Klein asked simply and clearly. Although it was a question, he already had the answer in his mind.

"So smart." Amon praised Klein with a bright smile, "I'm praising you."

Klein clenched his fists, resisting the urge to punch Amon in the face. He turned away expressionlessly, heading deeper into the paradise.

Anything separated from Amon's body is spiritual material at the demigod level. He cannot defeat such a person for the time being.

Forbearance.

It doesn't matter. After one month, he will have obtained the marks of all the heroes and will make sure that Amon knows what the return of the God of War means.

"Don't you want this Time Worm anymore?" Amon shouted at Klein's back from the sofa.

Klein didn't respond and walked straight towards the portal in the center of the hall.

"It's very valuable." Light words floated past Klein's ears.

The purple thread wrapped around the dead Time Worm and pulled it into Klein's hand.

This is my trophy, and I certainly have the right to dispose of it.

Your name is Time Worm, right? Very good. From today on, your name is Gold Pound.

"Hmph!" Klein snorted coldly, walked into the portal, and disappeared.

Looking at the direction where Klein was walking away, Amon adjusted his monocle.

"interesting."

…………

Mebius' laboratory.

"Come, have a glass of water, little white mouse." Mebius landed on the ground, twisted his way to the water dispenser, took a glass of water and handed it to Gudako who was still sitting on the box.

Gudako didn't hesitate either, took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

She smacked her lips, as if savoring the taste.

Suddenly, she clutched her chest and said, "It's so hot, Mebius, what did you add to the water?"

Mebius took out a small bottle and laughed.

"It's concentrated sulfuric acid," she replied.

That's very lifelike.

Gudako was so frightened that her face turned pale. She fell off the box, collapsed to the ground and began to squirm.

Gradually, she began to deform and split into several pieces like slime.

Then, several cuckoos slowly took shape and began to crawl all over the laboratory.

Mebius did not stop him, but took a small notebook and started taking notes.

"This individual is a humanoid creature named Fujimaru Ritsuka. Their brain is not fully developed, they possess the ability to transform, and are suspected to possess a strong ability to cause mental contamination. Experimenters may experience hallucinations if they spend extended time with them."

A flash of green light flashed across Mobius's red snake eyes.

The illusions caused by slight mental pollution were broken.

After a brief moment of daze, everything returned to normal. There was no Gudako crawling around the lab. Instead, there was a Gudako sitting on the operating table, fiddling with a scalpel. A half-drunk glass of water sat on the table next to her.

Seeing that Mobius had woken up, Gudako tried to make the first move and said, "You're awake? Grandma Mobius. You just became dazed for no apparent reason and I couldn't wake you up no matter how hard I called you."

"It's okay. Maybe the little white mouse hasn't had enough rest lately." Mobius had an unpredictable smile on his face. "Next, we should do something fun."

"Is the fun thing about to begin?" Gudako casually threw the scalpel on the table and patted the operating table beneath her. "Come on, come on, I'm ready."

"Yes." Mobius stepped forward and gently laid Gudako down on the bed. "But you're alone."

"Ah, then what's the point..."

Before he could finish his words, several chains appeared from various parts of the operating table and bound Gudako's limbs.

"Eh? What is this? Is it bondage? Ugh, I'm a little shy." Gudako said shyly, "Come on, I'm ready."

"Yes, yes." Mobius responded nonchalantly and stuffed another iron ball into Gudako's mouth.

…………On the other side, Klein entered the depths of the paradise and came to the memory of an unknown person.

This is a snack street.

Sure enough, people from his hometown are like this. When they are in a bad mood, they want to eat something.

Perhaps because the original owner of this memory didn't have a deep impression of this place, Klein tried every stall in the snack street and could only give them an "average" rating.

Only one Chinese restaurant, Noodle House, tasted quite good, probably because the original owner had the deepest impression of this place.

There are also various people in the memory scenes, but they are all like NPCs, with dull expressions and clumsy movements.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as we can have simple interaction.

Klein ordered a bowl of noodles and started eating.

This was the great place he had searched for a long time deep in the paradise a few days ago.

Through the window, you can see the scene outside the noodle shop beginning to change.

This is normal. This is actually an unimaginably huge maze, and it is also a moving maze.

The current situation is probably the result of the interweaving of different memory scenes.

The next scene might become more abstract, Klein thought.

Soon, his idea became reality.

He found himself on a Ferris wheel holding a bowl of noodles, and the noodle chef was cooking noodles in the wheelhouse of another Ferris wheel without changing his expression.

This place has become a playground.

"So there's someone with such a childlike heart among the heroes?" Klein muttered to himself.

The ship's hold landed, and Klein walked out with his bowl in hand. He sat down on a bench by the roadside and continued eating.

Nothing can stop him from eating!

Not to mention a mere change of scene, even if the sky falls, it won’t work!

This is the confidence of being a foodie.

As he was eating, a cherry blossom fell on his shoulder.

Klein looked up and behind him. There was a cherry blossom tree behind him.

"It's pretty," Klein commented casually and continued eating.

After he finished eating, he heard someone next to him suddenly say, "Welcome to my trial ground, successor."

Klein quickly put the bowl aside and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a pink-haired girl wearing a white dress and donkey ears.

Is this a donkey's ear?
"It's a fox." Perhaps she understood Klein's thoughts, but more likely because she'd been misunderstood so many times, Sakura took the initiative to explain. "My name is Sakura, and I exist to pass on the skills of Setsuna to future generations."

Klein introduced himself, and Ying nodded without further ado. "Since you've already come into contact with Qianjie, you should already understand the cruelty of Paradise. I don't need to explain too much to someone we're meeting for the first time, so please accept this seal."

"Is it so direct? No tests or anything like that?" Klein was surprised that it was so easy to obtain the mark.

"Since you have already obtained the mark of "Aomie", then being someone recognized by Qianjie should not be a big problem." Ying replied.

"Do you actually trust Qianjie so much?" Klein stood up. He felt that since others were standing, it might not be a good idea for him to sit.

"Of course." Ying nodded. "He is a very trustworthy person. You may not know it now, but if you spend more time with him, you will know it."

Klein remembered that Qianjie had saved him today and nodded. "Indeed, Qianjie is actually a very reliable person."

Ying held out her hand. "No need to waste time on idle talk. Since you're a Herrscher, you won't be as embarrassed as the others by accepting this gift."

Klein was about to reach out to take it, but then pulled his hand back: "What you said makes me a little hesitant to take it."

"It's a good thing to stay vigilant. In that case, let's bring up this matter later." Sakura nodded.

"Ah, that's not necessary. Just give it to me." Klein held out his hand a little embarrassedly. How could this man be so straightforward? He just wanted to be polite...

But this time, Ying shook her head: "This is exactly what I want to tell you. There are many times and many things where if you miss an opportunity, it may bring unbearable regret."

"Although this result isn't unacceptable, and it can't even be considered a loss, as long as it can make you feel uncomfortable for a while, then it will have its effect."

It's... well.

Klein hesitated, unsure what to say.

He took a look at the playground in front of him and changed the subject: "Ms. Ying, is this a scene constructed from your memories?"

Sakura also looked towards the playground: "Indeed, this is my memory."

"I didn't expect Miss Sakura, who looks so cool, to actually be so childlike at heart." Klein looked at the balloon stand next to the Ferris wheel. A gust of wind blew by, and several balloons broke free and flew high into the sky.

Sakura's gaze also followed the balloon as it flew away. "It's just a fleeting recollection. Ultimately, it's just deceiving myself, deceiving myself that nothing has happened yet, deceiving myself that I'm still living in the past."

Although he didn't know Sakura well, and her expression didn't change, Klein still sensed an inexplicable sadness through the Mourning Actor's ability.

Although actors are actors in a play, they can only bear witness to sadness. They have the ability to make people laugh, but in the end, they are powerless.

Klein felt that the potions of the Mourning Actor and the Clown had been digested a little at the same time.

(End of this chapter)