Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 162 Emperor, I Want to Pick Up Your Daughter

On an unknown island, in an unknown mausoleum.

The clattering sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

"Good evening, buddy. You've slept for so long, isn't it time to get up?" A male voice with a smile sounded.

That was Ceres's voice.

Serris's figure emerged from the darkness. He snapped his fingers lightly, and torches that shouldn't have been there suddenly appeared out of thin air on both sides of the corridor.

In the light of the torches, you can see a high platform at the end of the corridor and in the center of the mausoleum, and on the platform is a dark throne.

"Even though he's dead, why are you still so pretentious?" Serris clapped his hands twice, and the throne suddenly turned pink with a Hello Kitty pattern painted on it.

"See, this is much cuter, isn't it?"

But the next second, the throne turned dark again. Serris's body began to twist, suddenly turning upside down and left and right.

"Okay, okay, that's really funny."

A dark shadow suddenly appeared and stood right in front of him, no more than a fist away from him.

The face made of pure shadow completely occupied his vision.

"Oh no, man, this is too ambiguous." Serris pushed to the right. Even though the shadow was right in front of him, he pushed to the right.

It’s just that the space he is in now is constantly rotating, changing up and down, left and right.

This allowed Serris's palm, which he extended to the right, to accurately hit the black shadow in front of him, pushing him back dozens of meters.

"Maybe you can become a girl, um, let me think about it. How about the witch Roselle?" asked Serris.

The black shadow did not respond, but instead extended his right hand forward.

This hand, made purely of shadows, grabbed Serris's neck from a distance of dozens of meters.

This was not achieved by lengthening the arm, but at that moment, the concept of distance was confused, and forty-five meters became equal to forty-five centimeters.

"Ah, you make me look like a chatterbox," Cerus complained. "Do you like grabbing people's necks? What if you don't have a neck?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Serris's neck suddenly disappeared, and his head floated in the air. "Look at this situation, what should you do?"

The black shadow's hand grabbed nothing, and without any pause, it immediately started to grab other places.

"But that's not fair, is it? As a [Balance], you should also be neckless."

The black shadow's neck suddenly disappeared, but his head did not float in the air. Instead, it rolled to the ground.

"Issue a law: [If a person has no neck, he will die]." Serris said in a majestic tone.

The moment the order was issued, Serris transformed into a mask floating in the air.

The shadow also instantly transformed into a majestic humanoid figure with some fur on its body.

It appears to be a majestic curly-haired baboon.

The black shadow waved his hand, and his head appeared in his left hand, replacing his palm and merging with his arm.

The next second, another hand suddenly grew out from under his left arm, a brand new left hand.

Then, the "Law" and "Balance" previously issued by Serris were distorted, pointing only to Serris. The shadow's arm connected to the head slowly moved upwards, overlapping with the neck, forming a brand new neck.

Then, the mask that Serris had become began to twist, transforming back into human form.

"Cyrus becomes the mask" is twisted into "The mask becomes Cyrus".

Ceres immediately rescinded the decree.

The shadow once again gave orders to Serris.

Twisting life into death.

The whole world accepted the tune of the black shadow. Serris suddenly felt a little breathless, and signs of corpse spots and decay quickly appeared on his body.

Space began to lose its formlessness and turned solid, threatening to crush him; gravity began to become disordered and threatening to tear him apart; the air stopped flowing and threatening to choke him to death in his lungs.

"Stable" becomes "turbulent" and "order" becomes "disorder".

Eventually, the constant of the electromagnetic force is exchanged with the constant of the gravitational force, and the stable atomic nucleus begins to become unstable.

"I just wanted to say hello. Is this unnecessary?" Serris reluctantly raised his hand and put on a mask, an orange mask that revealed a sneering look.

This time he did not use the Xianzhou language, but standard Chinese.

A burst of laughter rang out, followed by the sound of blowing and drumming, as if a circus had descended here.

All the turmoil stopped and returned to its original state.

The world is out of the Black Emperor's grasp.

The black shadow seemed to be stunned on the spot, as if he had never thought that he would hear such language.

A moment later, the black figure gasped heavily and disappeared from the spot. It then appeared on the central platform and sat down on the huge, iron-black, high-backed chair.

Two cracks immediately appeared on His face, as if He had grown two asymmetrical eyes.

However, the "eye" had no pupil and was blood red.

Immediately afterwards, another crack appeared below the two "eyes", which was also filled with pure blood-red light.

This finally gave the black figure a "mouth".

"Who are you?" the black shadow asked with difficulty.

The next second, more cracks appeared on the black figure, starting from the head and going down, and blood-red flowers bloomed in different parts of the body.

This made it seem as if only a layer of shadow remained, enveloping a blood-red object emitting pure light.

"We are probably from the same hometown?" Serris said with a light tone.

"I heard it..." Russell replied.

The sound of laughter echoed in his ears, so harsh that it made his head hurt.

But he felt a long-lost sense of peace.

For a long time, the pollution inflicted on Him by the Fallen Mother Goddess was suppressed by this laughter.

"You've been playing..." Russell could feel it.

Someone who can suppress the corruption of the Fallen Mother Goddess...

"Yeah, I wanted to play with you, but you seemed a little impatient." Serris scratched his head in distress.

"Hehehe." Russell laughed hoarsely. "Maybe I did get a little impatient. After all, I'm really unstable."

"Well, you speak Chinese. It seems there's no need for me to ask where you were from before."

"Tell me, fellow, what is it that brings you to me?"

"It's not a big deal, just a small matter. Hmm, maybe I need your permission." Serris suddenly became a little shy. "My consent? You want the Black Emperor's uniqueness? That's no longer in my grasp. Perhaps you could seek it from the royal family of a certain kingdom," Roselle replied.

"I want to pick up your daughter."

"Bastard!"

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At night, Crane woke up in a simulated universe.

He took the magician's potion before going to bed, using the extraordinary properties left by the generous Mr. Rosago.

Rosago was right. Klein would always remember him. After all, contributing the main ingredients for three potions in increasing quantities all at once made him the most generous man Klein had ever met.

Klein thought that if he really became the savior as Ceres said, then Rosago would become a "great man who made great contributions to the world."

It can be considered as contributing my own small part to saving the world.

Taking the magician's potion also means that the light cone he currently possesses has been completely scrapped and turned into a useless waste card.

In Xing's words, it became "dog food," although Klein didn't understand what that meant.

Opening his eyes, Klein noticed that he had arrived at a place that looked like a garbage dump.

There were piles of scrap metal and garbage everywhere.

not good!

Klein immediately transformed into a Herrscher and sealed all the pockets with the threads of control.

The last time I came to an area with a similar environment was in the Thieves' Kingdom.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Then, his spiritual intuition made him feel that something was staring at him. He turned around and found a robot hiding behind a box.

Another robot?
He remembered the robot that had cheated him of his tarot cards last time.

Later he asked Serres about it, and he found out that it was a cone of light.

I suddenly felt like I had lost 100 million.

The robot made a crackling sound and typed out a bunch of garbled characters.

Klein activated his clairvoyance and paid attention to the other party's spirit.

Very unstable and looked like he was dying.

He approached it and found that the robot's cables had broken and it had lost its ability to move.

It seems that he is no longer able to steal things.

"Hello, human." The robot spoke abruptly.

Then, without waiting for Klein's reply, he introduced himself.

"We were known as the Amber King Support Team. Taravan Keen created us, used us, and ultimately abandoned us." The robot showed him the items it had tried so hard to preserve.

It seems that it is very proud of its name and treasures its belongings, eager to show off to others.

It was some scrap metal, at least that's what it looked like to Klein.

Amber King...

Perhaps it would be more touching if Little Sun came, Klein thought.

"I know you're in a miserable state, but I don't know how to repair mental machinery." Klein shook his head, indicating that he was unable to help.

The strange doctor's cure only applies to carbon-based life, and Klein couldn't possibly "bear" the tragedy of "imminent destruction" on himself.

"Jem Harker stopped functioning 371029 seconds ago. Jem Hale will stop functioning in 74158 seconds. It will no longer be able to save my brother's belongings. A humble request: Please take one away from here."

The robot's name was Jem Hale, and Crane remembered it.

This is the only thing he can do.

Klein looked down at the scrap metal on the ground.

Finally, he set his sights on a glass jar with a pink bug inside.

It was very big, about as thick as an arm, with several wounds on its body.

It's obvious that the robot is not very good at raising insects. It's better to say that it can't even take care of itself.

Suddenly, Klein felt that this insect was very beautiful.

Damn, is there something wrong with his aesthetic sense?

No, no, no, it's impossible. He absolutely won't admit it.

"This is a space beauty bug, a species called 'Salty'," Jem Hale introduced. "You have good taste. This is the only living carbon-based lifeform here. Conclusion: You and it are a perfect match."

"No, why would I be a good match for it? Just like there are many types of omnics, there are also huge differences between carbon-based organisms, okay?" Klein immediately retorted, but he suddenly remembered the vending machine that gave birth to a sweeping robot last time.

"After investigation, it was determined that you have some bug genes in your body, and you and the Space Beauty Bug are of the same worm type. Conclusion: You are a perfect match."

"Why did you detect bug genes in my body? I feel like there might be something wrong with your visual sensory system." Klein didn't think of himself as a bug at all.

The robot didn't respond to Klein's words, and its spiritual light quickly dimmed.

Klein spread his hands and said, "Well, the dead are gone, and I don't have much to say."

He looked down at the bug in his hand again.

"What should I do with you?" Klein asked.

The wounds of the space beauty insects secrete secondary metabolites, which emit a unique floral, fruity, and honey-like scent...

Klein suddenly had an idea: after raising it, it might eventually wander among the kiwi fruit fragrance and the Milky Way tea plantation. Perhaps each of its journeys would bring him the scent of "love"...

Klein could sense that it seemed hungry, but it was obvious that Klein himself was a poor bastard.

He rummaged through the garbage on the ground and pulled out something that looked like an alarm clock and handed it to the Space Beauty Bug: "Can you eat these?"

Since it has lived in this garbage dump for so long, it can probably eat garbage... right?

The space beauty twisted its body, broke free from Klein, and jumped into the air, intending to slap Klein with its body.

So angry?
Klein stretched out his hand and flicked the space beauty insect, which was immediately sent flying and crashed into the garbage dump.

The space beauty turned around and gave Klein a sullen look before crawling into the garbage heap and disappearing.

Oh, and Klein got dumped.

Mr. Fool once again lost the chance to be single. It seems that he really doesn't know how to please girls... and neither does the female insect.

(End of this chapter)