Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 182 This is a necessary sacrifice

The World's End Tavern, second floor.

Serris tapped the table and casually closed the notebook in front of him.

This is his diary, but the contents are not presented in words.

Having once lived as a "Rememberer", Ceris naturally possesses the ability to record "memories".

Although serious people don't keep diaries, the Masked Fool is obviously not a serious person.

"I sometimes miss my old self, the sand dollar."

Although it is quite expensive now.

With a gentle push of his palms, Ceres used both hands to push the diary and a bottle to the other side of the table.

"Sequence Two, Lamentation and Prayer. The ascension ceremony is to witness the decline and fall of a brilliant civilization and to engrave the memory of that civilization in one's own memory hall." Sairis said.

"I'm not particularly proficient in Memory. Sequence Two is already my limit. If you want to advance further, you'll have to go to the Narrow Path of Fate and dig for Beyonder traits yourself."

Sitting across the table was a man.

He was dressed in a simple white robe, had a light golden beard that covered the lower half of his face, and a silver cross pendant hung on his chest, looking like an ordinary priest.

It was the angel of fantasy, Adam.

Adam lowered his eyes, looking at the diary in front of him. His eyes were clear and pure, like a baby's.

Cerus sat at the table, his head slightly tilted, one hand supporting half of his cheek. "Actually, I never thought you would actually take the potion I gave you. You should know exactly what this means."

Adam placed his hand on the diary and slid his fingers across the cover. "As the omniscient and almighty One, He is the best writer in the world."

"Although I have never truly come into contact with Him, I am certain that I am in His arrangement." Adam's voice was gentle, but without any emotion.

"So you hope to get help from the real "Outer Gods"?"

"Frankly speaking, I can't believe you. So if I die, the 'real' will become the real Grisha. And for me, it makes no difference whether it's the original or you who revived in my body." Adam said without hiding his intentions.

Hearing this, Serris casually threw out a handkerchief and wiped away nonexistent tears with a feigned frailty: "Brother, your honesty makes it seem as if I have ulterior motives."

Adam looked at Ceres with a faint smile.

After a few seconds, Adam responded: "It's a necessary sacrifice."

This sentence has two meanings.

First, in order to protect the earth, He himself can also be sacrificed.

Second, yes, he felt that Serris had ulterior motives.

"Alright, alright." Cerus clearly understood. He threw away his handkerchief and held his forehead in a feigned frustration. "I meant well, but you were all wary of me. Do you know how heartbroken I was when Leodro shattered the potion I gave him with lightning?"

"It's true that what He did was inappropriate, but you should understand what this kind of thing with a spiritual imprint means to us. He may have regarded your behavior as a provocation. If necessary, I can apologize to you on His behalf." Adam began to act as a peacemaker.

There was an impenetrable mist shrouding Ceris, and Adam couldn't be sure whether the man in front of him was joking or genuinely complaining.

"You're so serious, it's pointless." Serris tapped his fingers on the table. "Perhaps you need some more 'humanity'."

"I'll think about it." Adam nodded.

Ceres leaned back against the back of the sofa behind him.

"But no matter what, I think you guys are really amazing, willing to die for something like saving the world. At least... I can't do that."

"Maybe you just haven't found something you are willing to devote everything to." Adam's tone was gentle, like a priest guiding a lost believer.

"Heh." Ceres chuckled, "Then there's something to find."

"You'll find it eventually." Adam seemed to be comforting, but also seemed to be making a prophecy.

"You know what? According to common sense, your actions are clearly a sign of a flag." Serris lifted himself off the backrest and leaned forward again. "But unfortunately, we live in an anti-routine world. So, your words have effectively blocked the path forward."

"So, according to what you said, how do you know whether what you are saying now constitutes a flag?" Adam smiled and pointed out the loophole in Serris's words.

Serris was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "I don't need to know if this is a flag or not. I can just let the other 'audience' guess."

[Okay, okay, so you're using some dirty tricks on the audience, right?]

Hearing what Serris said, Adam raised his head slightly, and seemed to be looking past the ceiling, gazing at the red moon high in the sky.

Nodded but didn't answer.

Seeing Adam's reaction, Cerus drooped his head in boredom, resting it on the table. "You're being so serious, but it's meaningless."

Without waiting for Adam's reply, Cerus nodded to the bottle of potion and changed the subject: "The maximum sequence of my fate potion can give you is one more sequence zero. It probably won't be of much help to you in fighting against the original."

"I know, but in my plan, [Memory] is an indispensable part." Adam nodded. "After this, I will try to truly embark on my destiny."

Cerus immediately guessed what Adam was thinking.

This is a naked conspiracy.

"Oh, how interesting." Serris chuckled, but still asked, "So, have you considered which path you'll take?" Adam's expression remained unchanged. "If the Origin truly awakens within me once more, then I will devote myself to the path of Nothingness."

At that time, memory will become a prison, and Adam will become a "self-destructor" together with the original God.

This may not actually kill God, but it will certainly cause great damage to Him.

At the very least, Beyonder characteristics tainted with nothingness could definitely not be used for advancement. This also meant that the authority of the omniscient and omnipotent being would be permanently and irreversibly divided.

This is a trap, an open conspiracy, and a warning.

Ceris clapped softly and locked eyes with Adam.

He grinned and said in unison with Adam:
"This is a necessary sacrifice."

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After being "expelled" by Mr. Men, Yinzhi always had a feeling of falling.

It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see anything. Yinzhi only knew that he was moving, but he didn't know in which direction.

He tried to take the initiative to take a step, but because there was no reference, Yinzhi didn't know whether he had really walked the distance.

He tried to light a lamp, but the light was absorbed. Even if his body were glowing, Yinzhi couldn't see his own body clearly.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a day, maybe half a day.

Color suddenly appeared around Yinzhi's body.

The colors are very bright, like exaggerated ink paintings.

The red is very red and the blue is very blue.

Click.

Yinzhi left this colorful space and finally felt grounded.

The scene in front of my eyes became dark again, but it was not the complete darkness at the beginning. It was simply because the light was too dim.

A faint golden light shone on Yinzhi's body, and she turned into a giant human-shaped flashlight.

It was a long, dark corridor with dry, hardened soil on both sides and a deep black stone floor on the ground.

Yinzhi's nose twitched slightly, and she smelled the smell of dirt and dust. She guessed that this must be underground.

Following her intuition, Yinzhi took a step forward.

The further he went, the dimmer the light on his body seemed to become, and he could only drive away the darkness in front of him with great difficulty.

After walking about thirty steps, Yinzhi discovered that the road ahead was blocked by boulders and mud. On either side stood a stone door of the same shape as the hall. The right side was half-open, and the interior was filled with mud and boulders.

Yinzhi turned her head again and looked at the stone door on the left that was not completely closed and left a gap.

He slowly approached and looked inside the stone door through the gap of about 3 centimeters.

There were at least four balls of intense, dazzling spiritual light flickering inside, two of which were close to dark gold in color, and two were deep blue like the sea.

I reached out and gave it a slight push, and the dirt that had been blocking the door fell to the ground. I could see the "narrow" scene inside the door.

The light that entered the room illuminated the black stone slabs, on top of which lay piles of bones covered with rotten clothes, some of which emitted dark gold and deep blue light.

At the end of the room, a large double door stood on the dark wall.

It was a bloody double door.

There seemed to be fresh blood on the door, reflecting the light emanating from Yinzhi's body, and it was sliding down continuously.

The originally cold and gentle touch suddenly became piercing, deep and deadly.

Without hesitation, Yinzhi walked forward and pushed open the door.

With a creak, the bloody door opened a crack, allowing one to vaguely catch a glimpse of a black high-backed chair.

Yinzhi increased the strength of her hands, and the door gradually opened completely.

Walking into the room, one can see a red-haired man sitting on a high-backed chair. He has his head lowered, appearing quiet and lifeless.

Although He lowered His head, Yinzhi could still vaguely see His appearance.

He has a handsome, youthful face, and wears a black full-body armor that looks like it's been splattered with blood.

On his young, handsome face were horrific marks of decay, leaving only bones visible. However, this did not destroy his appearance, but instead gave him a wild beauty.

"Hello, sir. You look very unwell. Is there anything I can help you with?" Yinzhi stepped forward quickly.

Having been rejected once this morning, he hoped he wouldn't be rejected again this time.

The man suddenly raised his head and looked at Yinzhi.

"Help me? Are you worthy?"

(End of this chapter)