Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 63 The Fallen Creator

Above the gray fog, in the majestic palace.

Having removed his "silver-white" attire, Philip, enveloped in a deep red light, returned to the bronze table and his own "moderation" seat.

He stood up and bowed sincerely to the Fool, saying, "Mr. Fool, please allow me to congratulate you on the success of your ritual and thank you for your previous assistance."

Help? What kind of help?

Alger and Audrey noticed the key point. Although they were extremely puzzled, they still congratulated and praised the Fool and looked at each other, hoping to get some information.

"You can't just casually mention the Full Moon Curse, or Philip's underwear will be half-ripped off." Klein curled the corners of his mouth and responded gently, "It's just a small matter, don't worry about it. In the future, when you need to ask for leave, just use the incantation to hold a ritual to notify us."

After the preface, it was time to submit Rosell's diary for Mr. Fool to read.

Alger was unable to move because he was at sea, but he made a clear promise that he would try his best to collect it after returning to land. Audrey also submitted a page of her diary through her own channels.

Philip hesitated for a moment, then decided to use the last unsubmitted diary entry from the Night Watchers to muddy the waters. "Mr. Fool, I've also found a page."

"You'd better really have found it, or you're just trying to fool me with the old stuff," Klein thought to himself, but on the surface he smiled and nodded nonchalantly.

He had Audrey and Philip express their thoughts in the diary on paper, and the Tarot Club members, waiting with a sense of anticipation, began to read it.

Klein was already prepared. To him, every page of the diary, as long as it wasn't about this transmigrated senior's womanizing, even just occasional gossip, could potentially contain value.

The page in the diary titled "Miss Justice" quickly captured his attention. Besides the Emperor's casual remarks about the desecrated stone tablets and the seals of the various churches, it revealed extremely crucial information—

Zarathustra was the leader of the secret order.

Klein glanced at the Emperor's statement that he would "beat up every 'diviner' he saw," and felt inexplicably speechless. However, he quickly turned his gaze back to the Emperor's writing. Zarathustra knew the unintentional remark Rosell made when choosing the "Generalist":

The path was hidden with far more secrets than I had imagined.

Klein nodded in deep agreement. After perfunctorily reading through Philip's equally perfunctory diary, he looked back at the three people waiting quietly by the bronze table and nodded slightly, saying, "You may begin."

Upon hearing this, Audrey, remembering that the potion recipe for her "audience's" subsequent advancement was still undecided, looked at Alger and Philip sitting opposite her and asked:

"Where can I find the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

Psychological Alchemy?

"Miss Justice" seems quite eager for a promotion, considering it's only been two weeks. Philip glanced at Mr. "The Hanged Man" beside him, and upon finding him looking at him as well, he coughed awkwardly before speaking first:

"I don't have any relevant clues either, but I suddenly have a small idea that has a certain possibility, but whether or not it can be adopted depends on you."

"What is it?"

Audrey asked immediately.

"It's a very simple guess," Philip said casually, shrugging his shoulders.

"I suspect that the practice of role-playing is not a secret among the higher-ups of the seven major churches or secret organizations. Although the reasons for keeping it a secret are a mystery, I wonder if it's possible that they, or their favored juniors, are also using it?"

Seeing that Alger and Audrey were still listening, Philip stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then said, "If it's just the names, I do know them. The Sequence 8 of the Audience Path is 'Mind Reader,' and the Sequence 7 is 'Psychotherapist.'"

The mind reader and psychologist Audrey concealed her urge to cover her mouth in surprise, and immediately began to consider the possibility of this method in her mind, but found that it was still somewhat difficult to find it on her own using this method.

And this would definitely alert the enemy.

However, she nodded slightly and said, "Thank you very much for your answer. This is very important information, and I think I should pay you for it. What do you need?"

There's even a reward? I don't think my method is worth anything. Philip was a little troubled. After all, he didn't have an anonymous account yet, but the immediate benefits still pried him open.

"If you can accept it, £50 in cash will do. Deliver it to the Brave Ones pub in the Backlund Bridge area and give it to Caspars. The code word is 'Silver,' and he'll know what it means."

Audrey nodded and made a mental note of it.

She looked around at the familiar members and the 18 empty seats at the bronze table, and asked curiously, "Mr. Fool, when will we have new members?"

I'd like new people to join, but I don't have enough spiritual energy. It'll be best to wait until I advance to Sequence 8, the "Clown." Klein sighed silently to himself, but quickly composed himself and said calmly:

"Initially it was just an experiment, so the requirements weren't that strict. But now, as a secretive gathering, the members who join must be carefully considered and rigorously selected."

He had a premonition that he would likely digest the "Diviner's Potion" this month. Furthermore, with Philip's reminder, he even used information about the Hotchinas Mountains as a clue in the library to successfully find and kill Sirius, the fabric merchant who sold the notes to his classmate Welch.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Through the spirit of Sirius, Klein obtained the recipe for the "Clown" potion. The Night Watch team quickly added it to their collection, waiting for him to exchange it for materials to advance his level.

But that's too slow!

The team leader and his group's promotion speed is far slower than mine, who has mastered the art of role-playing. If I had told them beforehand, they would have either been seen as monsters or discovered that I had inexplicably mastered the art of role-playing.

Klein suddenly wished that Philip would contact him through a contracted messenger right now, so he could ask Philip to help him sell the formula and then secretly collect the materials.

Unfortunately, that's not realistic.

If only I had a secondary account, like on an online dating platform, I could easily impersonate him and then, during a tarot reading, find a way to get Philip to help me. Klein leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts.

After hearing Alger, the "Hanged Man," mention that an Aurora Society "Listener" was searching for the true Creator's "Sanctuary," the legendary "Forsaken Land," and asking for his opinion.

He curled the corners of his mouth and chuckled softly:

I prefer to call Him...

"The Fallen Creator".

"Mr. Fool actually refers to the all-knowing and all-powerful creator in this way. It seems that this mysterious world is far more distorted, insane, and chaotic than I imagined," Philip thought with a sigh of helplessness, his hand resting on the table.

(End of this chapter)