Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 533 Rosell at the Tarot Meeting

Spreading faith...

Rosell Gustave hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement.

As the former governor of Intis, He has devised a number of clandestine plots in a short period of time.

For example, under the pretext of protecting faith and cultural diversity, the Church of the "God of Time and Space" was forcibly brought to the Northern Continent.

Alternatively, one could approach the issue from a philosophical perspective, maintaining respect for the diversity of deities, while simultaneously infiltrating traditional culture to forcibly open up those countries that worship only one deity.

"Yes, that's right. The reason should be that they are dictators... The first step is to announce that we have two missionaries who have gone missing in your country, so we need a large number of people to search for them..."

"Perfect!"

Rosell's chestnut mustache twitched, and a sinister smile crept across her lips.

He looked at Ron, indicating if there was anything else.

The handsome young man nodded slightly and patted Rosell on the shoulder, saying:

"That's all. You're a talented person, and I believe in you."

At this point, Ron changed the subject, a sly smile suddenly appearing on his face.

He reached out and poked Rosell's ribs, then put his arm around her shoulder and said:

"Do you want to meet your fellow villager? You noticed it just now, didn't you? When you were reading your diary, there were eyes looking at you from high above the spirit world."

You dare bring that up?!

Rosell Gustav's face darkened, resembling a large, curly-haired baboon.

However, he only paused slightly before recovering and saying with a forced smile:

"Weren't you the one who secretly tipped us off?!"

The person is quite good-looking, but unfortunately, they only have a mouth.

If he weren't truly no match for this handsome, inhuman dog, Huang Tao, Rosell Gustav would have already knocked Ron to the ground, unable to get up again.

Ron wasn't annoyed by this; instead, he continued with a smile:

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me if you want to or not?"

"I'd like to, but it wouldn't take much effort for me to go find him, would it?"

Rosell told the truth.

"That's right, if you personally suggest meeting him, he definitely won't refuse, but..."

The boy hesitated for a moment, his hesitant expression only piqued the boy's interest.

"But he just laughed at you, don't you want to see what happens to him?"

Upon hearing this, Rosell Gustav's lips curled into a cold smile, his expression neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

As a mature person, as someone who has transcended base desires, He naturally chose...

"Explain in detail."

Fellow villagers meeting each other, stabbing each other in the back.

"Ahem, it's very simple. After you get the Black Emperor trait, disguise yourself, preferably by changing your hair color and appearance. Then lower your strength to Sequence 5 and pretend you're in trouble, being chased by something."

"The next and most important step is to recite a passage from the name of Mr. Fool."

"Next, all you need to do is follow the lead and not give anything away in your speech, and you can participate in the gatherings organized by your fellow villagers every week."

"Let me tell you, it's hilarious to watch your fellow villager show off!"

As the boy spoke, a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. However, this evil smile did not ruin his overall demeanor; on the contrary, it added a unique charm to his handsome face.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Rosell smiled knowingly and put her arm around Ron's shoulder.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that two cunning foxes with sleek, glossy fur have appeared inside the mysterious mausoleum.

After the plan was finalized and the name of "The Fool" was explained, Ron leaned against the stone wall inside the mausoleum and used his authority to transform Russell, who was in a state of possibility and impossibility, back into the state of "The Black Emperor".

Suddenly, Roselle's body swelled, instantly becoming as tall as a mountain. Without hesitation, he allowed Ron to absorb some of the corruption from the Mother Nest.

Amidst an abstract set of underlying rules, it is "reawakened" by relying on the established order and the fact that only one tomb remains.

At that moment, in the Star Realm, in an unknown place, several gazes were cast upon him, but upon seeing the blond-haired boy leaning against the stone wall, they quickly looked away, as if they had seen something terrifying.

The resurrection of the "Black Emperor" has three stages.

First, "uniqueness" is separated from its owner, becoming a conceptualized and abstract concept.

Secondly, the subjects of the "Black Emperor" heard the majestic voice of this deity once again.

Third, the "Black Emperor," who embodies "uniqueness," reappears in the "Astral Plane."

The three Sequence 1 extraordinary properties automatically returned to their emperors, an order that no other true god could reverse or stop.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if some shadow had enveloped the entire reality. In the center of the secret mausoleum, countless twisted shadows emerged, like menacing monsters or materialized shadows of order, filled with strangeness, distortion, chaos, and disharmony.

Backlund.

"Roselle!!! Fuck your mother!!!"

Inside an unknown mausoleum, a middle-aged man with a small mustache, a serious and rigid expression, a resolute face, dressed in formal attire, wearing a cloak, and extremely long-toed shoes, his attire out of step with the times, began to curse loudly.

His face was flushed red, and dark shadows appeared around him, but this guy was in a very bad state at the moment.

George III's hands gripped a crown adorned with numerous dark gems tightly, his eyes filled with resentment and madness.

At this point, He had completely lost control over the unincorporated "uniqueness," and even the Sequence One characteristic within His body was being continuously extracted and stripped away.

No matter how much He manipulates His authority or uses the aggregation of persons, it is all in vain.

Damn it!!! Rosell, I'll fuck your mother!!!

At this moment, George III had to admit that even when it came to insults, the vocabulary invented by Russell was more offensive.

The divine position was right before their eyes, yet it felt as if an endless space and time separated them; they could only look longingly, unable to reach out and touch it.

As an angel king who could briefly take advantage of uniqueness, and as an angel king who was just a step away from ascending to godhood, George III couldn't understand who he had offended and why he had been so unlucky lately.

When did all of this begin?

"Is it the exposure of the Witch Cult, the appearance of the Black Emperor's ghost, or something even earlier?"

George III couldn't understand it. He was being extremely careful, but no matter what he did, there were always inexplicable setbacks that disrupted his plans.

If you're going to mess with me, then come out and do it openly! Please, don't report me!

After months of covert investigation, they hadn't managed to uncover a single clue about the other party, which made George III wonder if it was all just a coincidence.

Just like the kingdom's high-ranking upper class, a small action or a few words in parliament to amend some kingdom laws can change the lifestyles of countless people at the bottom, causing their income to increase or decrease, creating a series of "butterfly effects" as Russell described.

At that moment, two words came to George III's mind.

cannon fodder!

The upper class views the lower and middle classes as cannon fodder, while those at a higher level view them as cannon fodder.

Cannon fodder, as the name suggests, is dispensable and unnoticed by anyone. It may be that the slightest action by the entity controlling everything behind the scenes, merely to complete its own plan, will still have an impact on most things.

While this is in accordance with the rules, isn't it a bit too outrageous?

What kind of great being could inadvertently disrupt the existing world order?

George III couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't understand it.

However, as a high-level mythical being, He had a premonition that He should treat people more kindly. Just like at the "Twilight Hermit Meeting" a few months ago, He probably shouldn't have argued with that foul-mouthed guy.

"No!!!"

A fierce and furious voice boomed like thunder within the black mausoleum. As the roar resounded, glittering stars flew around a crown inlaid with many dark gems and flew towards the astral plane, eventually landing in the suddenly appearing fair palm.

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who wields good fortune, help!"

Who is it?!

Inside a cabin on the Future, Klein put down his pen, which he was using for homework, and rubbed his head with a rather helpless expression.

It's a male voice, very unfamiliar; it's not the Hanged Man, the Sun, the Moon, or the little kid's.

He went back to the washroom, made the necessary arrangements, and then walked four steps backward into the gray fog.

The majestic palace reappeared before their eyes, and within it, a deep red star, not belonging to any member of the Tarot Club, vibrated incessantly, emitting intermittent cries for help.

Without hesitation, "Fool" Klein reached out and touched the scene, seeing the person who was praying now in the present moment.

It was a secluded room, with walls made entirely of a single massive stone. Rather than being constructed, Klein preferred to say they were carved out of the stone.

Because its walls have no gaps whatsoever, they are so smooth that they look like finely polished stone.

What came into view was a man in his early twenties. He had an ordinary appearance and a buzz cut. He was writhing on the ground in agony, his body covered with twisted and bizarre black hair.

"This is due to pollution, and what's growing definitely isn't hair!"

Based on his experience as a man for two lifetimes, Klein silently grumbled to himself.

He pondered for a moment, and finally stretched out his finger, using his spiritual energy to touch the deep red star that kept sending out cries for help.

A crimson tide surged before his eyes, and Russell Gustave, who was rolling on the ground, was overjoyed, never expecting that his acting skills would still be so good after so many years.

At the same time, He also had some doubts about the behavior of the younger generation of transmigrators. How could this guy have survived until now, falling for such a simple trick?

"This is even more outrageous than 'Little Rabbit, Open the Door!' They're so easily fooled!"

Before he could even mentally complain, the scene before him suddenly changed.

A hazy gray mist floated before Roselle's eyes. He looked around in surprise and found himself sitting on a bronze high-backed chair, and at the same time saw a magnificent palace that looked like the dwelling of giants.

"Is this the Source Castle?"

Rosell was genuinely surprised; even after hearing Ron's description, the turbulent emotions within him remained unsettled for a long time.

He spent his whole life pursuing things related to his homeland, but the moment he entered the "Source Castle," his heart was filled with melancholy.

"."

"What's wrong with this guy? Has he turned into a curly-haired baboon and his intelligence has declined? He didn't even say hello."

Above the silent gray fog, seeing the guy he had pulled in sitting there in a daze, the great "Fool" slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Normally, shouldn't the first reaction be to show "shock" or "fear"? Why is she just staring blankly at her surroundings and not even looking at me?

Klein took a deep breath, deciding to strike first. He carefully considered his words and calmly said:

"Why chant my name?"

Unconsciously, these confident words, accompanied by a powerful aura, swept over us. The "Fool" hidden in the gray mist was like a god looking down on reality. Although he looked ordinary, his whole being exuded the revelation of a person in a high position.

Why chant my name?

Rosell's lips twitched, and he silently muttered to himself that this was a very sophisticated question, before his lips twitched again.

"This guy is a real actor. If I hadn't known beforehand that he was a Sequence Five, I probably would have been fooled into going in."

Indeed, every "time traveler" is a talent.

"Your Excellency, you are the great, supreme, invincible Mr. Fool!?"

A slightly excited voice came from Roselle's mouth. This novel praise and shameless fawning made Klein feel a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Even a Star Admiral wasn't like you back then!"

Wouldn't it be shameless to just answer "yes" like that?

"The Fool" Klein paused for a moment, then leaned back in his bronze chair with a nonchalant air and nodded slightly.

Neither admitting nor denying.

A few seconds later, he said calmly:

"Now it's my turn to ask you, not the other way around."

Okay, okay, you're putting on an act, aren't you? I'm embarrassed for you!

Rosell's eyelids twitched at the sight, but he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, because he knew that the bragging this kid was putting on today would one day make him feel utterly ashamed.

Without waiting, He immediately rose and, in a perfunctory manner, bowed and said:

"Great Fool, thank you for your help. I learned of your esteemed name from a perfectly handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes."

"He said, 'If you have any difficulties, seek out the Fool, for he is the cure for all kinds of ailments.'"

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"You bastard! Revealing your name is one thing, but is this how you promote yourself?"

My biggest regret in this life is not being able to cure your intractable disease!

Upon hearing this, Klein's brow twitched, but his outward expression remained unchanged. He nodded silently, about to say something, when the black-haired youth who had been pulled up spoke:

"Respected Fool, it seems there are other people here?"

"The Fool" nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation with an air of authority, then paused for a moment, maintaining his trust in Ron, and said calmly:

"Many people who have had similar experiences to you have been drawn here by fate, and they begged me to organize a gathering here."

At this point, Klein seemed to want to emphasize the prestige of the Tarot Club, and added vaguely:

"A gathering under the watchful eye of the gods."

"So you're that deity?"

???

You shouldn't ask questions you don't understand, don't you?

Klein awkwardly scratched his toes, after all, a gathering under the watchful eyes of the gods was not the same as a gathering under the watchful eyes of "fools".

He fell silent again, forcing himself not to speak, seemingly acquiescing.

Seeing this, Roselle was secretly overjoyed. He quickly suppressed his good mood and respectfully asked:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' may I attend the gathering you are watching?"

"Can."

As soon as Klein finished speaking, a tarot deck materialized in front of Rosell.

"You can draw one of these unclaimed tarot cards as a code."

Upon seeing the tarot cards that suddenly appeared, Russell pretended to be startled, paused for a few seconds, and then quickly drew a card.

"The Emperor," he murmured to himself.

(End of this chapter)