Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 80 Three Questions
Klein consciously sat across from Sunday. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the person in front of him approaching him. After all, it was perfectly reasonable for an NPC to approach a player to issue a quest.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti. I'm Sunday, the head of the Pinocchio Oak family." Sunday gestured for the waiter to bring coffee and dessert, then introduced himself to Klein with a smile.

"Hello, I'm, uh, Klein, an employee of Blackthorn Security Company." Klein smiled awkwardly after listening to Sunday's elegant and impressive self-introduction.

"Don't worry about it. Status is bestowed by others. There's no inherent distinction between people. Being the head of a family simply means I need to aid and save more people; it means I have a greater responsibility." Sunday tried to comfort the slightly uneasy Klein. "If I must say, perhaps the real you is even more noble than the simulated me."

This is another person who discovered that he is not real, and Mr. Sunday clearly stated that he was a simulation.

"Mr. Sunday, how did you realize that you were actually simulated?" Klein was curious about this and made it clear that he was not the real person. This was the first time he had seen this in a simulated universe.

"It's very simple," Sunday pointed to the huge advertisement outside the window. It showed a beautiful woman wearing the same sky ring and earrings. The Sky Ring woman had an aesthetic appearance, and her facial features and hair color were very similar to Sunday's.

"She's very beautiful. She should be a star here," Klein said.

"Yes, she is the best singer in the universe and also my sister. But I couldn't find her in this world. I could only see posters and advertisements, but I couldn't find her in person. Not only could I not sense her, I couldn't even find any trace of her existence. Therefore, I concluded that this world is definitely not real." Sunday gave the conclusion.

Was this the solution? This is incredible. Klein was deeply shocked.

"Of course, it doesn't matter. Since this is not the real Pinocchio, I don't take it too seriously." Sunday seemed nonchalant.

But Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the Sunday in front of him became quite terrifying when he mentioned that there was no sister in this world.

Is this the charming moment of sister control?
Klein pretended to believe Sunday's words and calmly began to savor the dessert quietly brought to him by the waiter. It was a triangular black cake.

Klein launched an attack on the cake, which was covered in half-melted dark chocolate, and it caught Klein's attention from the very beginning.

It tastes slightly sweet at first, followed by a hint of bitterness.

Just as Klein, a sweet lover, was about to express his disdain for the cake, a rich aftertaste spread in his mouth. The rich sweetness was mixed with a hint of bitterness, and the hazy taste filled the tip of his tongue.

Klein savored the flavor carefully and couldn't help but nod.

He seemed to be able to vaguely see those memories of the past that he remembered and that made him feel comfortable passing by.

"This cake is called [Impure Memories], and it's a treat that can only be eaten at Pinocchio. Its main ingredient is a kind of reminiscence that materializes the emotion of 'memories,'" Sunday introduced to Klein.

"This is truly a remarkable move," Klein commented. He took another sip of his coffee.

The coffee wasn't as bitter as he'd imagined, probably because of the sugar.

It was like he had just woken up in the autumn afternoon sunshine. He felt completely relaxed.

"This is [Napa Nap], another local specialty." Sunday's voice softened and slowed. He didn't look at Klein. Instead, he propped his head up with one hand, tilted his head, and looked at the passersby outside through the glass. His eyes were deep and reserved.

"This name doesn't sound like coffee, but more like hot milk." Klein leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly. He followed Sunday's gaze at the buildings and pedestrians outside, responding to Sunday's words intermittently.

"This is Pinocchio, known as the Land of Dreams." "Yeah."

"Many people are desperate to come here, and they are willing to pay a price that they find difficult to accept."

"Ah."

"In order to stay here, to stay in this so-called 'beautiful dream', many people will choose to give up."

"Give up what?" Klein asked in agreement.

"Give up your status, give up your dignity, give up your identity..." Sunday gestured to the shop assistants, some of whom were locals from Pinocchio, some were descendants of wealthy people, and some were once wealthy people.

"Um……"

"They are even willing to give up their families and themselves."

"is that so……"

"Mr. Moretti, can I ask you three questions?"

"Of course." Klein answered without hesitation.

"First question:" Sunday turned and looked at Klein.

Do you think you know yourself clearly?

"Hmm... I think so." Klein also turned his head and looked at Sunday.

Sunday nodded without giving any good or bad evaluation, and continued to ask: "Second question:"

Who do you think you are?

"I'm Klein Moretti." Klein thought for a moment, seemingly not realizing the question had any profound meaning. "I'm a member of the Blackthorn Security Company, a Beyonder, and a fortune teller."

Sunday nodded, still without commenting: "One last question."

【Do you think……】

Do you love your family more than yourself?

PS: There will be more later.

(End of this chapter)