Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 55: The Scholar Lost in the Sea of ​​Consciousness

PS: You can wait until the 59th minute to start watching, so that we can celebrate the New Year together.

The treasure chest opened, and Klein saw what appeared to be a set of clothes inside.

At the top was a pair of monocles. Klein picked them up and examined them. They weren't the kind of glasses that Europeans often wore, with just a single lens. The lenses were purple, surrounded by a silver rim. A silver chain dangled from the left side of the lens, and a nose pad on the right helped secure it to the face.

Klein held it, hesitating whether to put it on. Of course, he wasn't worried about Amon. He hadn't played the game with Amon in the God-Forsaken Land yet, and he hadn't yet developed Amon's PTSD.

However, the lens of this monocle was broken. Klein felt that wearing it would affect his vision, and he was also afraid that the broken glass would fall into his eyes.

The next second, the lens slowly healed and returned to normal.

"Oh." Klein sighed and put his glasses on his left eye.

A mirror suddenly appeared nearby. Klein turned his head to take a look and smiled. "Oh, so handsome."

After putting on the glasses for a while, he felt as if he had gained strength and his mind had become clearer. Most importantly, he felt that the strength he had just consumed was quickly restored, and he felt that his vitality had become more vigorous.

"That's great." Klein adjusted his monocle, wondering if it could bring him out of the dream.

He then picked up what looked like a right hand exoskeleton, placed next to the monocle. It was entirely purple, inlaid with purple gemstones. Only the back of the hand, the fingertips, and the knuckles were completely covered. A long strip of silver material connected the fingertips and knuckles at the top.

There were obvious signs of external damage on it, but it was also restored to its original state in Klein's hands.

Klein fitted the exoskeleton on his right hand. It fit perfectly. He could clearly feel his strength increase. He moved around a bit, but it didn't affect him at all.

He clenched his fists, and purple flames ignited from his exoskeleton, but there was no heat.

"Wow." Klein stretched out his hand, trying to control it. The flames separated from his hand, forming a flame in the shape of a right hand. He could control it to move quickly and make various gestures. "Cool."

Next was a hibiscus purple jacket with dark purple stripes running vertically down its length. The left pocket was connected to the inside by a thin chain. There was a hole on the left chest, with a faint purple flame burning above it.

The hole in his left chest slowly healed, but the flame on it did not go out. Like a flower.

Underneath the coat was a dark grape-purple wool vest and a white shirt, along with a black tie. Both the vest and shirt also had a hole on the left chest, but without the flame.

The holes in his vest and shirt were repaired. With a flash of purple light, shirt, vest, and jacket replaced Klein's original clothing layer by layer. They fit perfectly.

Hehe, even if it’s just text, I won’t show you Klein changing clothes.

This suit gave Klein a deep sense of security. It was hard to describe the feeling, like the reinforcement had gone completely off target (crossed out) and had focused solely on defense.

But this time, Klein felt no joy. He placed his palm over the temperatureless flame, silent. If the shattered glasses and the bruises on the exoskeleton could be traced to a fall, then the significance of the hole through three layers of clothing, directly over his heart, was self-evident.

Although he was not a saint, it was too forced for him to laugh immediately after learning that the previous owner of the item he was using might have died a violent death.

A colorful light flashed down from the sky, passing over Klein. His mood suddenly lightened. He looked up and smiled.

“This design is quite user-friendly.”

His character was still far inferior to that of a certain Star Core Spirit. If it were the Galaxy Batman, he wouldn't have paid much attention to it, at most disliking the torso that was fully protected.

Klein continued to look down. He took it out. After unfolding it, Klein's expression turned as ugly as if he had eaten a bitter melon. It was a short skirt.

Or a miniskirt.

A flash of purple light appeared, and the short skirt transformed into a stream of light that covered Klein's legs. Klein was startled and quickly looked down.

Fortunately, the skirt turned into a pair of slim-fitting black trousers after it reached Klein's push.

But Klein still felt something was strange.

So this was originally a women's outfit?

These pants don't seem to have any obvious bonuses, they only have one function: they can be transformed back into a miniskirt at any time.

Klein curled his lips and looked at the last item in the box.

A pair of high-heeled women's snow boots with noticeable scratches. Under Klein's silent gaze, the heels slowly shortened, the scratches slowly healed. Then, without further explanation, they replaced Klein's original shoes.

Klein felt his body become lighter and his speed seemed to have increased.

After putting on a set of clothes, he felt that his spirituality became more active.

Subtitles appeared in front of me.

[This relic, called "The Scholar Lost in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness," once belonged to the eighth member of the Genius Club, a genius named Ram.]
"The Genius Club again," Klein pondered. "This simulated universe seems to have been invented by a member of the Genius Club. She seems to be the 83rd member of the Genius Club."

[This set of relics contains a small amount of "Gray Seal Gold", which has a strong control over "phlogiston".]
"Phlogiston?" Klein raised his hand and ignited a purple flame. "Is this it?"

[Gray Seal Gold is a rare alloy developed by Klein, the ninth member of the Genius Club. It has the ability to capture and store phlogiston.]
"Klein? That's my name. What a coincidence."

[This relic was developed by the seventh, eighth, and ninth members of the Genius Club, incorporating their respective technologies. But in the end, they all died by coincidence. All sorts of coincidences.]
[There are no absolute "coincidences" in this world, let alone this series of "incredible coincidences."]
[When a series of coincidences becomes too many, is it still a coincidence?]

This was the last sentence in the subtitle, and it gave Klein a chill.

What a coincidence.

He remembered Mr. Azik saying that there was something inconsistent with his fate.

He glanced at the subtitles; it was another coincidence.

He decided to tell the captain when he got back, telling him about the many coincidences he'd been experiencing recently. And then he'd go to church and pray. And he'd also tell Ceres...

Darkness came from all directions, engulfing Klein.

The next second, Klein, who was lying in bed, opened his eyes and woke up.

PS: Does anyone have someone to spend New Year's Eve with? If not, you can spend New Year's Eve with my book. I'll be there for you (patting my chest) (proud face)

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(End of this chapter)