Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 180 New Tarot Club, Miss Magician's First Appearance
Mr. Men was stunned at first, then smiled helplessly: "It seems that you don't have enough understanding of the situation."

"Hmm? Please go ahead." Yinzhi tilted her head slightly and listened patiently to Mr. Men's explanation.

"You should be familiar with the concept of 'pollution,' right?" Mr. Men spread his hands. "As you can see, I was 'polluted' by the Fallen Mother Goddess, which gave me another personality. A cowardly and timid personality."

While speaking, Mr. Men stood where he was and made no attempt to get closer to Yinzhi.

Yinzhi nodded, indicating her understanding: "I think I can understand."

"This is exactly the problem I want to solve. As long as I can return, I can complete the deification ceremony and get rid of pollution." Mr. Men said while trying to make gestures.

"So, what do you mean?"

"I mean……"

Yinzhi suddenly interrupted Mr. Men. As a knight, such disrespectful behavior should not occur to him, but he sensed a deep, peaceful power unconsciously trying to pull him into a dream.

This is the extraordinary ability of the Gate Path [Reappearance]. In this exiled place where storm and night meet, Mr. Men combines the environment and can maximize the effect of the extraordinary abilities from the two gods of storm and night.

The spear was raised high, and a flawless light golden halo emerged from the surface of Yinzhi's body.

Pure and beautiful destiny walkers can use destiny to keep their minds pure and flawless. Such use of destiny can help them resist most spiritual extraordinary abilities.

"Sir, your behavior is not so 'beautiful'. If you wish to have a glorious duel with me, I will not refuse."

As he spoke, Yinzhi moved quickly to avoid the lightning that was striking him from all around.

The blood-colored robe was lifted high, and the space around the silver branch became sticky, making his movements slow and his body as if stuck in a quagmire.

Silvery-white light left a graceful arc in the air as the spear slid, and starlight bloomed from deep around the silver branches, creating ripples in space.

The heavy sword made of gold and red appeared above Mr. Men's head like the "Louis XVI Happy Platform" and fell down quickly.

Mr. Men did not move, but his body flashed away from the spot.

His body was covered and overlapped by layers of "flesh and blood gates", hiding his entire body in space and separating himself from the silver branch into two different spaces.

The crimson moonlight and the tide of evil seeped out from the "Gate of Flesh and Blood" like crimson tentacles.

"Hmm?" Yinzhi uttered a doubtful sound.

In his opinion, although he is not weak, there is still a gap between him and Mr. Men.

Mr. Men, who is in the advantageous position, has no need to resort to such unnecessary measures and should just carry out such a defense.

Although he was thinking in his mind, his hands did not stop moving for a moment.

A beam of light descended from the sky, illuminating the area.

Mr. Men seemed to have suddenly lost his mind. He let out a low roar, causing the blood-red robe he was wearing to swing violently.

This robe is connected to the evil tide surging behind the "Gate of Flesh and Blood", spreading the crimson moonlight around.

Upon touching the moonlight, the impenetrable darkness in this sealed land gathered together on its own, stretched out its limbs and head, and transformed into a shadowy female human.

The storm and lightning also transformed into a handsome man wearing armor, a crown on his head, holding a trident and stepping on lightning.

Finally, the crimson eroded the beam of light summoned by Silver Branch, and a illusory and hazy Silver Branch with a crimson glow stepped out from the moonlight.

They possessed their own life and consciousness, and were not controlled by their users. They began to besiege Silver Branch.

After doing this series of things, the "Gate of Flesh and Blood" suddenly collapsed on its own, covering Mr. Men's body, making him seem like another person.

Yinzhi's spear flew up and down, his spearmanship more like a dance than a battle. Every move was pure and beautiful.

Six knight shields appeared around Silver Branch, and heavy swords and spears emerged from the air from time to time, entangled the ghostly woman and Silver Branch's phantom.

Yinzhi herself raised her gun and stabbed the handsome man.

The handsome man gathered the storm and thunder at the top of the trident, and the rumbling thunder exploded as it collided with the spear.

Yinzhi stretched out her left hand, which was not holding the gun, and pulled out a red flag with a rose painted on it out of thin air.

The flags waved, pure light spread, and the three phantoms paused.

Mr. Men suddenly disappeared from where he was, came behind Yinzhi, and stretched out his hand to grab Yinzhi.

Yinzhi, as if she had expected this, turned around and swept diagonally upwards.

The spear passed through Mr. Men's palm, but it seemed to pass through the air.

The distance between the spear and the palm was lengthened. Although visually they had touched, they were almost infinitely far apart in space.

Mr. Men's eyes lit up, and it seemed as if pages of a book were turning in the depths of his unreal, hazy eyes.

Yinzhi instantly felt the darkness begin to put pressure on his spirit, and at the same time the storm engulfed him, making it difficult for him to struggle.

Yinzhi held the spear tightly in his hand, and golden light flashed from the spear.

Red petals appeared out of thin air, and thorns broke out from the desolate ground.

"I swear..."

suddenly.

Mr. Men's expression became distorted again.

Bang. The sound of shattering glass was heard.

Mr. Men changed from grabbing to slapping, and a huge repulsive force appeared on the armor on Yinzhi's chest.

Yinzhi was slapped and took two steps back.

As Yinzhi retreated, the space behind him shattered like a mirror, becoming a spatial "door."

Yinzhi's two steps back allowed him to pass through the "door" and arrive at another place.

Mr. Men's hand continued to move forward due to inertia, but failed to enter the "door". Instead, it passed through it, as if the "door" did not exist.

Yinzhi seemed to understand something, and he immediately wanted to go back to the other side of the "door", but he just had time to reach out his hand.

puff.

Right in front of him, the door disappeared.

Yinzhi held a spear in one hand and a flag in the other, and stretched his hands forward in a daze.

…………

Monday afternoon.

In order to make time for the Tarot Club, Fors found an excuse to concentrate on his creation and sent Hugh away.

But this can't be considered an excuse at all.

At this moment, there were several manuscripts that had just been written in front of her.

That was the manuscript she had rushed out in the past few days in order to complete the "system task".

Those were drafts of two novels.

"The Fool I Recommend" and "I, the System-Based Protagonist, Won't Join Secret Parties".

For both novels, she only wrote the beginning part based on her initial passion, and there was not even an outline for the rest of the content.

Miss Salty Fish has completely burned out.

The wall clock was ticking, and soon it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this moment, her eyes suddenly became blurry and she saw the gray-white mist suddenly emerging.

In the blink of an eye, she found herself above the mysterious gray fog, in the majestic palace. In front of her was an ancient, mottled bronze table, and around her were blurry and difficult-to-see figures shrouded in mist.

The system screen appeared in front of Foles.

Entering here once again, you believe you have initially gained the trust of the evil god. This is a small step for you, but a giant leap towards saving the world.

Come on, Foles.

[Task completed: Filling the gap. Rewards have been sent to the system backpack.]

Fors took a quick look and quickly closed the system panel.

During this period of time, she has figured out the pattern. If there is no countdown on the panel, it means that there is no time stop.

Looking up, she watched everything with caution and vigilance, feeling that the members who could participate in this secret gathering might be extremely powerful extraordinary people, believers of the evil god.

In her previous conjecture, the participants might have three heads and six arms, or human heads and fish bodies, or even tentacles...

However, if one considers it from another perspective, since someone like him, a Sequence 9, could join, the other members might not necessarily be that powerful. Fores consoled himself.

She observed secretly and was surprised to find that the party seemed unexpectedly normal.

Klein leisurely sat in the seat belonging to The Fool. He looked around and said, "This is Miss Magician, our newest member."

Then, he looked at Fors and introduced the other members.

Fors listened intently, matching the code names with the characters and nodding in greeting while observing the members.

Miss Justice was a young, blond lady, sitting with considerable grace. Though obscured by the gray mist, Fors could vaguely discern the radiance of wealth emanating from her, a dazzling aura that seemed out of place here.

The Emperor's Wheel of Fortune... Miss Wheel of Fortune is actually a cat! It looks brown, with unclear markings. It's unclear if it's a mythical creature or a Beyonder in disguise.

The Emperor's hair was gray and smooth, and she looked lively and outgoing. But she acted a little too innocently. There couldn't be such a person here, and that was her flaw.

The Hanged Man's hair was dark blue, tangled like seaweed. He wasn't a massive figure, but his muscles were relatively well-developed, with distinct lines visible. He might be quiet, but being watched by him was unsettling. Fowles speculated that he was the leader of some powerful faction.

Mr. Devil smiled and seemed easy to talk to. However, according to Fores' experience, most people like him were cunning and treacherous.

Mr. Sun seemed to be just a teenager, very quiet and reserved. Other than that, there wasn't much else to tell. Perhaps, he was smaller than the others. But he was really tall. Fowles guessed that Hugh might only reach his chest.

Mr. World's eyes were cold and gloomy, and it was obvious at first glance that he was not someone to be trifled with...

The system pop-up window appeared again.

You met the legendary Gokai Wild Rose. From the moment you saw him, you noticed his uniqueness. His erratic personality left a huge shock on you.

You decide to write a book called "The Crazy Beauty and the Short Stories of Three Pirate Female Generals."

(End of this chapter)