Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 251 The Fool: I have a stand-in called the World.

15 Minsk Street.

It was 2:50 p.m.

Little Klein huddled under the covers, facing the malice from the entire world all by himself.

This guy gradually relaxed after confirming the abnormal state of his body in the morning, confirming that he had not been contaminated by anything strange, and confirming that he had not been targeted by any evil god.

He really did revert to a childlike state; his voice, size, appearance, and age all regressed to that of an eight or nine-year-old.

However, to Mr. Joker's relief, his strength and extraordinary abilities did not return to what they were before as time went by.

Otherwise, he would really be on the verge of tears. How easy was it for little Klein to grow up like this, and then suddenly shrink again!?

In his investigation into this unusual state, Klein performed numerous divinations above the gray fog, each with a different phrase, in an attempt to glimpse the truth of the event from various angles.

The final answer was exactly what he had imagined: it was all the work of that little brat.

Especially when he saw the crystal pendulum spinning wildly, Klein's little head and chubby face turned bright red with anger, and wisps of white steam rose from them.

He remembered that all his previous divinations of Ron had been misled or blocked, but this time the answer was obtained so easily, which undoubtedly indicated something.

This is very much in Ron's style—provoking while also leaving his mark.

Upon realizing this, the great detective intended to immediately go out and settle accounts with that brat in order to maintain his dignity and authority as an adult.

However.

"However... I don't have any suitable clothes at all..."

Muttering to himself, Little Klein pulled the blanket up in frustration. This incredibly real problem left Mr. Fool at a loss for what to do.

Because he couldn't very well take little Klein out for a stroll on the street, could he?

But when he went out wearing a bed sheet, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

So, standing at only 1.45 meters tall, he could only huddle helplessly in his blankets, imagining himself beating up the little brat while waiting for 3 p.m. to arrive.

During the morning's tests, Klein discovered that his body above the gray fog was unaffected by this strange phenomenon, which was why he didn't attempt to summon the messenger or bow down to the brat.

He could easily achieve his goal through the members of the Tarot Club, using some rewards to buy suitable clothes, and then go after Ron to settle accounts.

As for whether this would shatter Mr. Fool's great image, Little Klein was not worried. Since acquiring the extraordinary properties of the Master of Puppets, he could create a real dummy on the gray fog.

This kind of problem can be completely solved by having the other party do it for you!

"Time is running out, we can't delay any longer..."

Raising his head, which was covered in black hair, and glancing at the time, Little Klein didn't waste any time. He put on a sheet, crawled out of bed, and immediately took four steps in reverse, entering the gray fog.

An endless gray fog came into view, and an ancient palace, like the dwelling of a giant, stood silently. Mr. Fool first sent a message to Little Sun, telling him to prepare in advance.

He himself manifested a dummy at the very bottom of the bronze table, skillfully manipulating it with the help of the eyes hidden in his hands.

Once everything was ready, "Fool" Klein took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and began his week's "opening for business."

A crimson light surged forth like a tide, and four blurry figures appeared in the palace, which resembled the dwelling of giants, in the blink of an eye.

The crimson before Ron's eyes faded, and as soon as he saw the gray mist, he instinctively held his breath, afraid that if he took another breath, his IQ would drop and he would end up like the other members of the Tarot Club.

Although his resurrection was getting closer and closer to completion, and although Ron's desire for Source Matter was growing stronger.

However, the great and boundless wisdom still harbors a deep aversion to the Source Castle.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~"

……

Just then, a light and cheerful girl's voice came, as refreshing as after the rain, and as beautiful yet silent as a flower blooming. It dispelled the irritation in Ron's eyes and made him feel a little better.

Looking at the unbelievably beautiful "Justice" Miss and listening to her light and pleasant greeting, the blond boy felt that he should let his new servant try it out in the future.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

He smiled and nodded, then greeted them in a slightly cheerful tone.

"Ha, seems to be in a pretty good mood, showing absolutely no remorse whatsoever!"

However, all of this was seen by Mr. Fool, and Klein was furious when he saw the little brat's cunning, evil, and smug smile.

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, feeling it was time to teach the brat a lesson.

"Uh, who is this...?"

Just then, Audrey's greeting was abruptly cut short as her gaze settled on a blurry figure at the far end of the bronze table.

"A new member I haven't seen before... Is it Hugh or Fowles? Judging from his build, he should be a man..."

The noblewoman's emerald eyes sparkled for a moment, her heart filled with joy at the growth and expansion of the Tarot Club.

"This is Mr. World!"

Hearing Miss Justice's perfectly timed question, Fool Klein saw his chance had finally come and gave a rather informal introduction of his alternate account.

"The World seems to be a gloomy and reserved fellow. Why was he dragged into this by Mr. Fool? Was it a coincidence like mine, or..."

Meanwhile, Alger, the "Hanged Man," maintained his usual demeanor, appearing indifferent on the surface, but secretly observing the new members several times under the watchful eye of the "Fool."

"Mr. Hanged Man, you don't need to hide it, because it's completely useless."

Upon seeing this, Klein inwardly chuckled.

He then subtly shifted his body under the watchful gaze of the "Time and Space Dominator" to conceal the black eye he held in his hand.

"Ha, what are you pretending to be? Your gray mist is completely useless. No matter how well you pretend, I can still tell it's a fake."

As for Ron, he merely glanced at "The World" at the very bottom of the bronze table, then looked at Mr. "The Fool" with disdain.

His eyes seemed to say, "With such good skills, you could earn double the salary!"

"Tsk, if we could have angels using the 'Diviner' pathway control puppets to work in factories, wouldn't that be more efficient?"

"Puppets, clones, and delivery powers—what a wonderful thing! How could the Deathly Ghost have turned them into such a mess? Wouldn't it have been better to use puppets or clones to handle all the work in the universe?"

Upon seeing the dummy created by Mr. Fool, the blond boy recalled the conversation he had given to the new servant that morning about "painting a bright future."

For a moment, my thoughts were racing, and I felt a strong urge to try it out.

Brothers, only 4,000 points left today, I'm about to collapse from exhaustion. I haven't had a good night's sleep in half a month, I need to rest.

(End of this chapter)