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Let me remind you how that Dante treats the protagonist of it's own game like.He looks hideous bro
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Ye bro, I aint worrying about ts![]()
somewhat good slander so -1 from KleinCome back when Klein collabs in a notable game, let alone style in it
The whole scene of Klein reviving is aura bro
I mean imagine meeting a guy and the first thing he says to you is your bountyHaving said that, he coughed and said, "I forgot to introduce myself."
His expression turned solemn, no longer looking as jocular as he was before.
"Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina Edwards's subordinate, fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream, Blazing Danitz."
After reporting his title, real name, and identity, Danitz waited patiently for the look of panic and fear to appear on Klein's face.
After a second, he heard the adventurer, who acted somewhat crazily despite looking refined and polite, say in a low voice, "Blazing Danitz with a bounty of 3,000 pounds?"
Danitz was about to reply when he had the illusion that the man standing in the dark alley had turned into an indescribable, hungry monster, salivating over his soul and flesh.
He suddenly clenched his fists; his body no longer as relaxed as it had been earlier. He was so tense that he was trembling slightly.
This too:This also wasnt graded last thread iirc:
After coughing twice, he said in a deep voice, “They will also ambush you. They will also bribe people to learn about your schedule and intercept your ship. At sea, a single person’s strength is often so inconsequential.”
Klein said rather calmly, “I wouldn’t reject them from giving me money.
“That’s basic courtesy.”
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Bro said "come at me with your bounties, that's js free money for me"
In return I will give you Doom's unaccounted for leftovers.This also wasnt graded last thread iirc:
all of them counted bruh but sure I will count again since recovery was doneIn return I will give you Doom's unaccounted for leftovers.
Dante, deemed too dangerous for Smash Brothers goes up against a raging giant 20 foot plus demon cratering the ground in a tantrum.
Dante utterly unphased, feels a boredom so inert, he expresses this boredom by turning his back to it nonchalantly.
The demon then unleashes a vortex like tornado out his belly maws towards Dante.
Dante then proceeds to perfect parry every individual instance of it's damage, utilising it's momentum to take a comfort break off screen, only coming down to grace us of his presence.
Just saying his name got aura.“You can address me as The Fool."
The simple answer soon emanated through the grand hall and dissipated into the fog. However, the voice kept resonating in Audrey's and Alger's hearts, stirring up one ripple after another.”
“Alger thought and asked, "Mr. Fool, what is the requirement to be a member of this gathering? How do we determine?"
Ambitious, ethical, cultured, disciplined… Four words popped into Klein's head instantly.
He maintained his silence for a few seconds and only spoke when Justice and Hanged Man appeared a little uneasy.
"You can inform me here of people who you find suitable. I will decide if they will join us. Before that, you can't give any hint that would cause the secret of the Tarot Club's existence to be exposed. You must remember, to non-Gathering members…"
Klein paused and said in a heavy voice, "You must not speak my name without my permission.”
“You must not speak my name without my permission."
…
Several minutes after the Gathering ended, Audrey and Alger, who had returned to their bedroom and ship respectively, could still hear the words of The Fool reverberating in their ears.
Their impression of the mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool was normally relaxed, calm, and unfathomable. It was rare that he would adopt such a stern, supercilious attitude.
Because of that, they were exceptionally alarmed. They submitted to his wishes sincerely.
They were no strangers to words like that, but these instructions were normally recorded within The Revelation of Evernight or The Book of Storms!”
^ Bro calls her out trying to be slick“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" Audrey's brisk and cheerful voice soon resounded through the resplendent palace held up by stone columns.
Klein nodded his head with a smile, watching as the other members expressed their greetings under Miss Justice's lead.
Here, there was no doubt that The Hermit Cattleya appeared rather reticent. Audrey's read on her was that she had many things on her mind.
After the voices came to a stop and the members had taken their seats, The Fool Klein swept Miss Justice a glance, making the Psychiatrist instantly understand his intentions; hence, she didn't raise her hand slightly and speak out. Following that, he looked at Cattleya and chuckled indifferently.
"Tell Bernadette that she can use certain items in exchange for some answers."
Bernadette... After hearing this familiar name which was neither Queen Mystic, the owner of Dawn, nor the leader of the Element Dawn, Cattleya realized that Mr. Fool already knew everything. Her cheap tricks were laid bare in front of "Him!"
This made her heart sink as she couldn't help but feel an intense sense of fear. She was temporarily at a loss in regard to the attitude or words that she needed to show in response.
To her, Mr. Fool's words were clear. Pass on the message, but only that one message; nothing else. She wasn't allowed to provide any other hints!
Cattleya believed she knew what "He" meant between the lines.
“Bernadette? That's a common name for Intis females. Who could it be? What is the answer she wishes to exchange for? What relationship does she have with Ma'am Hermit? Ma'am Hermit had privately made a request, and Mr. Fool's answer is "yes?" No, that's not it. Definitely not it. If it's a private and reasonable request, Ma'am Hermit wouldn't have mentioned it specially in front of us. He would've directly replied to her prayers... "He" is giving a warning? Audrey forgot to observe the other members as a series of questions flashed through her mind. Following that, with her acumen from the Spectator pathway, she grasped Mr. Fool's true intentions.
Following that, she had a particular theory.
Ma'am Hermit had privately hinted about our Tarot Club to this Ma'am Bernadette because she hopes to acquire some answers... Mr. Fool is very displeased regarding this matter, so he pointed it out directly and gave this first-time offender a warning?
Seriously, why would you divulge matters of the Gathering to others? I haven't even told Susie! This will bring danger to everyone! Thankfully, Mr. Fool is around!
Audrey nearly puffed up her cheeks, forgetting her image and etiquette. For the first time, she realized that not every Tarot Club member had a sense of belonging like she did, showing such reverence and faith in Mr. Fool.
The Hanged Man Alger, The Magician Fors, and The Moon Emlyn also had similar questions and theories, but their focus wasn't the same.
As Alger anticipated what Mr. Fool would do, he began to wonder who this Bernadette—a commonly seen female Intis name—represented. He was curious as to why the reserved Hermit would risk divulging some information on the Tarot Club. While Fors was worried if the existence of the Tarot Club would be exposed, she also instantly imagined a spy and double spy story. Emlyn watched in schadenfreude, believing The Hermit to be truly foolish.
Heh, even our Sanguine's Ancestor treats Mr. Fool equally and had sent me as an envoy to be nurtured. You aren't even a demigod, but you attempted to try pulling off cheap tricks under Mr. Fool's watch? Do you have a death wish? Indeed, I can't understand the thoughts of short-lived creatures. Emperor Roselle once said that bugs that can only live in summer have no way of truly knowing what snow looks like... Emlyn sat back in a relaxed manner as he didn't hide the shaking of his head.
Ofc ofc bro know his status.“He mentioned all of Bernadette's identities, making her appear without any secrets before all the Tarot Club members.
And the reason why he had used "Owner of the Dawn" in place of Queen Mystic was that Klein didn't believe that The Fool should address Bernadette as a queen.”
“Mr. Fool, no matter how much you punish me or even kill me, I'll accept it."
Hypocrite... If Mr. Fool really wishes to punish you, do you think you have any means of resistance? Mr. Hanged Man scoffed on the opposite side of the table. He could identify the problem with such a simple sentence.
“At that moment, seeing Mr. Fool's brief moment of silence, Cattleya resisted her unease and lifted her head slightly, observing the existence behind the thick gray fog without a trace, in an attempt to figure out "His" true intentions so as to give a better response. She didn't wish to make another mistake again and provoke "Him," making the situation irredeemable.
The dark purple hue in her black eyes produced a sense of mystery as her eyes penetrated through the gray fog and saw The Fool.
Suddenly, Cattleya's eyes heated up as illusory blood bled from them.
A sinister, terrifying, and depraved language and an indescribable roar sounded in her ears. It instantly filled her senses with extreme pain as her body began to convulse and tremble uncontrollably.
Her face, hands, and the areas that weren't concealed by her clothing had quickly cracked opened, revealing her flesh and blood. Inside, black worms and white moths squirmed before forming all kinds of indescribable eyes.
Cattleya's cries and painful grunts resounded above the gray fog, causing Alger, Emlyn, Fors, and company to exchange looks as though they could sense the pain she was suffering.
Meanwhile, the blurry figure turned rather clear, allowing them to see The Hermit's mutation.
The disgusting and nasty scene frightened Audrey enough for her to look away. She straightened her back and looked straight ahead without daring to move.
Although the others didn't have such an exaggerated response, they also shared the same behavior.
Transcend reality is insane“Do not pry into the mystery of God..."
Alger's whispers soon disappeared, but it continued resounding in everyone's ears, making them realize a reality.
Although Mr. Fool often didn't put on any airs and seldom spoke, nearly answering every request they had, making them find him warm, "He" was ultimately a god, a god whose mysteries shouldn't be pried into. He was a god that transcended reality!
The glow was like flowing water, instantly swallowing Derrick.
When he regained his senses, he realized that he was standing in a magnificent palace supported by giant stone pillars. In front of him was a long ancient table, and on the other side of the table was a human figure obscured by a thick fog.
Other than that, there was nothing around him. It was empty and ethereal. Under him was a boundless fog and incorporeal dark red specks of light.
Derrick felt a flame of hope ignite in his heart. He stared at the human figure at the very top, confused and puzzled.
“You, are you God?”
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After asking this, he suddenly remembered a statement he read from a book in the City of Silver and quickly lowered his head.
That statement was: “Do not look directly at God!”
Klein leaned back as he crossed his hands. He adopted a relaxed posture and answered using the language of the giants, Jotun, “I am not God, I am merely The Fool who is interested in the long history of this world.”
Klein had already activated his Spirit Vision by clicking his left molars. He noticed that the youth in front of him had different colors covering the surface of his Astral Projection and the depths of his Ether Body.
This meant that he was not a Beyonder.
The Fool… Derrick ruminated over the term and, after a long silence, said with difficulty,
“I don’t care if you’re God or The Fool, my prayers will not change. I hope that the people of the City of Silver will be freed from the curse of their destinies. I hope that the sun and sky described in the books will appear in our skies. If possible—if possible, I wish that my parents can be revived.”
Hey, I am not a wishing well… Klein put down his hands and laughed.
“Why should I help you?”
Derrick froze. He thought for some time before saying,
“I will offer my soul to you. I will use my blood to please you.”
“I have no interest in the soul and blood of a mortal.” Klein smiled and shook his head. He saw the color of the youth’s feelings turn into the color of despair bit by bit.
Without waiting for the youth to speak, Klein nonchalantly said, “But I can give you a chance.”
“I am a Fool that likes a fair and equal exchange. You can use what you can attain to exchange with me, or people like you, to exchange for things you want. But remember, they must be equal in value…”
“This can make you powerful. Perhaps one day, you can rely on your own strength to free the City of Silver from its curse and make the sun appear in your sky once again.”
Language diffing mfs so hard they start glazing.“Roselle Gustav's secret diary?
Emperor Roselle?
Indeed, only such matters are worth the concern of a mighty figure like Mr. Fool… Audrey was first taken aback before she realized that she found it nothing surprising.
Rumor had it that Emperor Roselle had once seen the Blasphemy Slate. It was said that the secret cards he created hid the twenty-two paths of the divine. This was something every high-Sequence Beyonder would definitely pay attention to!
"Diary? That's a diary?" Alger frowned slightly as he keenly noticed this tidbit.
The item which Roselle Gustav had left behind had been described by Mr. Fool as a diary!
How did he know?
How did he determine it?
Could he know the way to decipher Roselle's cryptic text?”
Hearing their conversation, Fors was startled as she hurriedly looked to the end of the long bronze table and said, “Honorable Mr. Fool, I received three pages of Roselle’s diary.”
Not bad. More members mean more channels, and many things snowball quickly… Klein gently nodded.
“Very good.”
Roselle’s diary? Emlyn felt as if he had heard something extraordinary again.
Under his puzzled gaze, Fors conjured three pages of the diary and passed them on to Mr. Fool.
"Lose control" is crazy man. Chinese really be auradiffing them“Mr. Fool, I’m out of town and have only managed to find one page of Roselle’s diary.”
At the last gathering, she had provided two pages, so she was two pages short of paying off the debt. However, with her being in the manor, even if she often went to the city, all she managed was to collect one diary page.
In addition, due to the addition of the new member, Hermit, she was careful not to mention the Psychology Alchemists. She didn’t mention Backlund or East Chester County at all.
Roselle’s diary… Diary!? Cattleya almost lost control and couldn’t help quickly turning her head to look at Miss Justice, who sat on the same side as her.
She clearly remembered that the tall and beautiful figure had once sighed.
“It’s not a notebook. It’s his diary. However, other than him, no one else would be able to understand it.”
The members of the Tarot Club know that Roselle’s notebook is a diary? Mr. Fool is collecting Roselle’s diary? Is “He” trying to crack it to find the secret hidden in that part of history? This is more like a revived ancient god… All sorts of confused and shocked thoughts surfaced in Cattleya’s mind.
She maintained her staidness, just turning her head in a normal fashion to observe the first “transaction.”
After experiencing many things and trudging her way towards becoming one of the seven great pirate admirals, she understood that the most important thing for her to do after joining the Tarot Club was to listen more and speak less!
Immediately after she's done she starts aurafarming Klein:His spirit energy surged and poured into the crimson red light that was like flowing water.
This time, he was able to establish the mysterious and stable connection with ease.
The black-haired lady’s figure instantly appeared at the side of the long bronze table, sitting on a chair that didn’t belong to any of the current members of the Tarot Club.
As for Klein, he could see from the final image of the crimson stars that the mutation on her body had weakened significantly.
He nodded indiscernibly, patiently waiting for the other party to speak.
The black-haired lady was still somewhat adrift. One second, she was struggling in extreme pain, with her vision gradually turning black, and the next second, she was inside a towering domed palace. Beneath her was an endless and silent gray fog that extended outwards endlessly. How couldn’t she be taken aback?
After a brief moment of silence, she turned her gaze to the figure leisurely sitting at the very end of the mottled long table. She asked with an ethereal voice, “Is this the Underworld?”
“You aren’t dead.” Klein laughed.
At this moment, he saw that the symbol tainted with starlight quickly changed on the back of the black-haired lady’s high-back chair, forming a pair of eyes that contained countless resplendent stars. They were cold and indifferent, and they lacked eyelashes.
Based on his past experiences, he believed that this was a symbol representing the Mystery Pryer pathway.
The black-haired lady froze, gradually regaining her senses.
Instinctively, she scanned her surroundings before finally casting her gaze at the mysterious man shrouded behind the gray fog.
White shirt, tailcoat, no tie, black pants, bright leather boots, seemingly black hair, and a blurry appearance. There’s nothing strange about this… He casually holds a milky-white scepter that’s slightly longer than an arm in his hand, and that scepter… The black-haired lady’s pupils contracted as the depths of her eyes reflected, in its entirety, the blue “gemstones” and the aura of a storm from the surroundings that it stirred. Furthermore, there were countless points of light that surrounded it, giving it a holy and majestic feeling.
It’s a scepter at the demigod level! He’s playing with it like it’s a toy… He doesn’t care about it at all… The lady in black narrowed her eyes and cautiously asked, “How may I address you?”
“You may call me Mr. Fool,” the experienced Klein answered.
I mean bro, this is what they all be seeing:From the day she had become a Sequence 5 Constellations Master, her Mystery Pryer powers had been greatly enhanced. She could faintly see that there were thick curtains around her that resembled shadows, and behind the curtains, something seemed to be watching her and all living beings.
There are no traces of being influenced by Mr. Fool, which in turn explains many things… He, no, ‘He’ was able to directly pull my Soul Body into that mysterious space with a strange, tyrannical, and secretive power. It’s not something that a demigod scepter can compare to… Although ‘He’ was dressed in contemporary clothing, this doesn’t mean anything. For an existence at this level, it’s very easy for different people to see ‘Him’ in different forms, and ‘His’ true appearance would probably cause every person that sees him directly to lose control and die… Cattleya stared at herself in the mirror, thinking silently about what had just happened.
It was inevitable that she had some predictions about Mr. Fool’s identity, but this was only guesswork without any evidence.
The fact that ‘He’ is wearing a tailcoat doesn’t mean that ‘He’ is very young or that ‘He’ was born recently. Perhaps, ‘His’ essence is ancient, even older than the seven gods. The knowledge that is pursuing me tells me that before the Cataclysm, there were indeed older gods, and ‘He’ might be one of them, Cattleya said silently to herself before turning away from the full-length mirror and walking back to the place where she had struggled in pain. She picked up her glasses that had fallen to the side.
After The Hanged Man, Alger, and The Sun, Derrick, greeted The World respectively, to which the newcomer gave a rather cold response, Klein looked at Justice and said, “The two candidates you have nominated are still under examination.
“I’ll give you a simple task. You can entrust it to them in your name. This is part of the examination.”
It should be this strict… Not only was Audrey not disappointed, she even felt that it was only necessary.
The members of the Tarot Club must be strictly selected; not just anyone can become one! She thought proudly before adding in a somewhat guilty tone, And for me to be pulled in by Mr. Fool at the very beginning shows that I was lucky, and luck is a unique quality as well!
“The Fallen Creator… Fallen…” Alger ruminated over The Fool’s words and fell deep in thought.
However, what struck Alger the most was The Fool’s relaxed, natural, and nonchalant attitude.
He acted as if they were equal!
If he hadn’t experienced their previous ritual, Alger might have thought The Fool was merely bluffing, and building himself up to intimidate him and Justice. But now, he was of the opinion that even if The Fool was inferior to the True Creator, he was at least close to that level.
It’s dangerous. It’s also an opportunity… Alger muttered softly. He then spoke with a smile, “Mr. Fool, your description is indeed more appropriate. According to our observations, Beyonders who believed in the True Creator, no—the Fallen Creator, have a higher probability of losing control. The rest of them are mostly psychopaths.”
All I see is a crap fit, the kid in the middle probably copies him instead of Vergil, he looks homeless.You must finish what is on your plate first before asking for seconds. None the less, I will continue to indulge you in showcasing aura to take notes from.
Generational aura.
Kept intact.
20 years apart, the aura never fades.
https://vsbattles.com/threads/aura-...nte-vs-doctor-doom-week-3.190252/post-7675290
Bruce Lee invented the one inch punch.
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Dante perfected it.
https://vsbattles.com/threads/aura-...nte-vs-doctor-doom-week-3.190252/post-7675362
He looks 9 and 30 and like a failed kpop artist at the same time.Dante
A young Dante, quick to work like a boss at his business, Devil May Cry.
Answering calls like this.
Juggling demons like this
Or this
Having company like this
https://vsbattles.com/threads/aura-...nte-vs-doctor-doom-week-3.190252/post-7678780
1 - okay? he randomly decided to put on a show for some demons, I don't get the 'aura' part, nextUses 5 foot broadsword bare handed to pole dance in the middle of a demon infested alleyway, because he can.
A simple aura sit down. With literal aura, take note.
Angry woman amplified by Daddy problems, armed with bazooka, pistols & grenades = Simply regulated to rain, for Dante.
Giant flaming fire demon that is the King of an entire hell wants to Waka-Waka Dante. Denied by a single bullet.
https://vsbattles.com/threads/aura-...nte-vs-doctor-doom-week-3.190252/post-7672906
Dante couldn't afford to do it himself, he had to cut corners.How Dante shaves.
Foreign concept for this child.
Amid the echoing Hermes incantation, Xio and Fors saw bright light burst out from the Sun’s emblem, bursting in a pure and warm manner.
It was endless, like the tide, as the light surged towards the two of them, engulfing them simultaneously.
Nearly a minute later, everything was restored to normal. All Xio and Fors felt was warmth, finding the warmth very comfortable and relieving. It was like soaking in a hot spring, or having gone sunbathing.
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Cherwood Borough. Rice Police Station.
Klein was sitting on a low bench with a group of thieves and drunkards. It looked very disgraceful.
Suddenly, he felt warmth on the back of his hand as the coldness of the Backlund night was dispelled quite significantly.
Lowering his head, Klein realized that the four black dots representing the mysterious space above the gray fog didn’t appear.
Who’s being so kind? To know that I was feeling a little cold just now…
The first one reminds me of the time when Klein had to cane an eldritch abomination with mommy issues.Dante attacked by another aggressive being with daddy issues, though this time with the power to crush a skyscraper demonic statue single handed.
Dante neutralises this fodders tantrum by using his aggressive momentum to take a comfort break mid fight.
https://vsbattles.com/threads/aura-...nte-vs-doctor-doom-week-3.190252/post-7673330
Suddenly, He trembled violently, His form twisting like a massive serpent pierced by an unseen force.
He had predicted the danger, but He hadn't foreseen that it would come from the wilderness!
Enduring the pain, He attempted to sever the connection, hoping to conceal this part of His information.
At that moment, a figure clad in a black trench coat followed the trace of the connection, descending from above and landing in front of Him, at the edge of the unknown land.
The figure used his right hand, gloved in black, to press down on the half-height silk top hat atop his head, gradually straightening his posture.
The Hidden Sage cried out in despair and fear, "Spare me! I will pledge loyalty to you!"
"Spare me!"
The Fool's voice was coldly incisive yet somewhat gentle.
"You have harmed too many people."
He raised the star-studded cane, pushing the struggling Hidden Sage back into the phone screen.
From the depths of the phone, a chilling sound, like monster gnawing on human bones, echoed out.
Walked straight towards their Demigod, ignored his attacks, leaving him shook.Klein sealed off the Garden of Eden to prevent the powerhouses inside from escaping.
Following that, he walked forward one step at a time, like a gentleman taking an after-meal stroll.
The animals who mimicked humans by wearing human clothes rushed to his side when they naturally changed directions and embraced each other.
The python with its flicking tongue devoured a canine creature filled with the desire to mate; the strange person with a colorful spider as a face bound a huge, red-eyed rat up with a web; a violent werewolf bit the languid cat; the brown bear walking upright gave the fox with shiny fur a bear hug…
These animals that represented Bestial Desire fused together as they canceled each other out in pairs.
Klein, who had grasped the authority of “Grafting,” slowly walked through them, as though he was inspecting the concepts of humanity and Bestial Desires.
Just like that, he walked to the eighty-meter-tall cathedral and stopped.
Then, he lifted his head and looked at the skulls embedded in the black pillar for two seconds.
Klein’s expression didn’t change at all. He raised his left hand to press down his hat and walked up the stairs into the cathedral.
He immediately saw a grand and spacious hall, with a huge cross and a grayish-white dragon statue wrapped around the cross.
In front of the cross was a small long table with five seats on both sides of the long table.
Then summons a projection of himself to aurafarm some more on the Demigod,Klein, who was wearing the grayish-white Pride mask and half top hat, didn’t stop walking forward. He didn’t attempt to avoid the plague storm at the mental level. He remained firm and stoic as he walked step by step towards Pauli Derlau.
In the next second, transparent insects appeared on the back of his hand. His clothes expanded as though countless indescribable monsters were crawling underneath.
Suddenly, Klein lost control and turned into a huge whirlpool formed by transparent maggots.
The vortex extended out slippery tentacles with strange patterns. In the middle, there was a door of light that was dyed bluish-black.
Upon seeing this scene, even in his incomplete Mythical Creature form, Pauli Derlau, found it difficult to stop his thoughts from coming to a halt as he stood rooted to the ground.
The massive grayish-white dragon seemed to have become a puppet; its head was filled with mush and its joints were all rusted.
He had stared straight at a great existence that he shouldn’t look at!
He then kindly renovates their city using his own Divine Kingdom,Following that, he summoned himself from the fog of history. He wore the Pride mask and held the Staff of the Stars in his hand as he projected himself back into the cathedral of the Garden of Eden.
Seeing that Pauli Derlau had lost most of his rationality and was unable to control his body, Klein didn’t directly control his Spirit Body Threads to turn the mind dragon into his marionette. He maintained his pace as he slowly approached the target.
In Pauli Derlau’s eyes, Gehrman Sparrow was like death incarnate. He approached him slowly with his own rhythm, but there was no chance of escape.
Then offs the Demigod with a caning and waits for the loot to spawn,At that moment, the grayish-white dragon statue on the huge cross behind him moved.
Almost simultaneously, Klein raised his left hand and pulled downwards.
The shadow curtain that enveloped the Garden of Eden instantly contracted, enveloping the huge cross, the grayish-white dragon statue, and Pauli Derlau within.
In the next second, Klein raised the “curtain.”
The incomplete Mythical Creature that Pauli Derlau had transformed into combined with the gigantic cross as though it was a knotted giant tree.
And the grayish-white dragon statue connected the entirety of the Garden of Eden, turning the city outside the cathedral into an abnormally illusory sea that contained all colors.
This wasn’t the Chaos Sea, rather the “loaning” of its strength. It had been “Tampered” by Klein and “Reassembled.”
At that moment, Gehrman Sparrow, who had been walking slowly forward, arrived beside the knotted giant tree. He raised his right hand, and under the vacant yet slightly fearful gaze of Pauli Derlau, he lashed out with the Staff of the Stars.
This cane that was embedded with many gems hit the target heavily, separating it into two.
Between the sounds of parts falling to the ground, Pauli Derlau’s body that had been combined with the huge cross fell to the ground.
The leader of the Psychology Alchemists died before he could even say his last words.
While waiting for Pauli Derlau’s Beyonder characteristic to appear, Klein looked around and chuckled inwardly.
Claiming victory so early... it'll bite you back eventually.Cid, Yogiri, Demifiend, Camera man, Doom, Alucard, next Klein.
“No problem.” The fortune-teller reached out her fingers and picked a card from the top of the deck. Then she placed it on the left side of Zhou Mingrui. Her voice was going lower and lower as she spoke, “This card symbolizes your past.”
“This card symbolizes your present.” The fortune-teller placed the second card right in front of Zhou Mingrui.
Then, she picked the third card and put it on the right side of Zhou Mingrui.
“This card symbolizes the future.”
“Alright, which card would you like to see first?” The fortune-teller raised her head up after completing her placement of the cards and gazed deeply at Zhou Mingrui with her grayish-blue eyes.
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“I’ll have a look at the ‘present’ first,” Zhou Mingrui said after giving it some thought.
The fortune-teller nodded slowly and flipped over the tarot card that was directly in front of Zhou Mingrui.
A colorfully dressed character was depicted on this card, wearing splendid headgear with a stick over his shoulder. There was a bindle hanging on the end of the stick and a puppy was following behind him. It was numbered “0.”
“The Fool,” the fortune-teller lightly read out the name of the card with her grayish-blue eyes affixed on Zhou Mingrui.
With a deep breath, Zhou Mingrui came to the center of the room and spent a few minutes to calm himself. Then, he took a solemn step forward and went in a counter-clockwise direction in the shape of a square.
When he took the first step, he chanted in a low whisper, “The Immortal Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.”
The second step, he sincerely chanted, “The Sky Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.”
The third step, Zhou Mingrui breathed out a whisper. “The Exalted Thearch of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.”
At the fourth step, he spat out a foul breath and meditated in concentration. “The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.”
As soon as this thought surfaced, the gray fog started to churn, giving both Audrey and Alger a shock.
In an instant, they saw a number of towering stone pillars around them. Above them was a vast dome that encapsulated them.
This entire edifice looked magnificent, grand and lofty, just like a legendary palace for giants.
Directly under the dome where the gray fog gathered, a long, bronze table appeared with ten high-back chairs on either side in a symmetrical arrangement, along with a chair on each of the two ends of the long table The back of each chair dazzled and shone faintly with crimson red, drawing the outlines of weird constellations that differed from reality.
Audrey and Alger sat face-to-face, sitting next to the Seat of Honor.
The girl looked to her sides, and could not help but mumble, "How fascinating…”
Klein carefully spread out his spirituality towards the deep redness.
The moment the two made contact, he felt a hum in his head. He saw a blurry and distorted scene and heard the illusory but stacked voice of prayers.
“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;
“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;
“I pray for your help.
“I pray for your loving grace.
“I pray for you to give me a good dream.
“I pray for you to give me a good dream.
“I pray for you to give me a good dream.”
The gray layer emanated before him. A distorted and blurry figure stood in the deepest depths.
The spot where his eyes ought to be swirled with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly in the vast and empty world.
“I’m aware.”
Audrey Hall was jolted awake suddenly. She sat up with her blanket wrapped around her as her mind was fully occupied with the scenes she saw in her dream.
She knew very well that she had dreamed of the Fool, the mysterious being that lived above the fog!
“Is this a response to my morning prayers?” Audrey, who quickly entered her Spectator state, calmed down and analyzed.
Although she did not understand why The Fool did not respond on the spot and only did so at night, she was still shocked that the ritualistic magic was effective with the few lines of incantation.
In the past, she had prayed to the Evernight Goddess, but had never received any response!
Even if Mr. Fool was not a god, he is likely not far from being one… Audrey slowly inhaled before slowly exhaling.
Since he was a powerful existence that she had no means of resisting, she quickly threw aside her worries. She began considering what to do next.
“First, I have to completely digest the Spectator potion… My acting is still pretty good.
“Second, I have to seek out the Psychology Alchemists.
“Third, I should try to obtain the Telepathist potion formula from Mr. Fool or clues regarding the Psychology Alchemists elsewhere.
“However, every godlike existence should have a complete Sequence pathway that belongs to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways… A new Beyonder organization like the Psychology Alchemists might not be able to garner Mr. Fool’s attention…”
Alger Wilson was situated in the Rorsted Archipelago’s City of Generosity.
He had not gone with the sailors to the famous Red Cabaret. Instead, he stayed inside the hotel and sealed the door and windows shut to attempt the ritual The Fool had described.
After familiarly finishing the prayer, Alger waited patiently for a moment, but did not receive any response.
“It seems this attempt isn’t too successful… Mr. Fool needs to change methods…” He was both overjoyed, but also a little disappointed.
After everything was done, Alger planned on going downstairs for a bottle of Lanti Proof—alcohol that could aid a Folk of Rage to unleash his powers. Mandated Punishers of the Lord of Storms were rather fond of this sort of beverage.
Pulling open the door, Alger was about to walk out when his vision blurred. He saw gray fog billow in the corridor and a hazy human figure sitting in the deepest depths of the fog, as if on a high throne.
“I’m aware.” The familiar deep voice reverberated around Alger’s ears, causing him to freeze where he stood as his head slightly throbbed in pain.
Alger’s eyes suddenly turned dark. He looked around but realized that nothing had changed. There was still the same squeaky floorboard, the same aged wall candle stands, and the same unclean corridor.
I’m aware… The voice was still resounding by Alger’s ears.
His expression sank as he hit his chest lightly with his fist but did not say any words of respect to the Lord of Storms.
After a long silence, Alger’s expression was restored to normal, but his gaze seemed deeper.
While Klein was reading the diary, Audrey looked over and began observing him out of habit.
However, her field of vision was completely obscured by the thick fog.
Momentarily taken aback, Audrey snapped back to her senses and turned her head frantically to look at the other illusory dark red star.
I was too reckless, too insolent, too foolish in trying to observe Mr. Fool… I was lucky, lucky that he isn’t angry. Audrey stuck out her tongue secretly and pretended to admire the scenery. She was just short of humming a lively tune.
Alger sat silently, his gaze never leaving the long bronze table. He knew his place, as if he was in the presence of a true god.
“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era… the mysterious ruler above the gray fog… King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…” Audrey Hall recited the three descriptions to herself silently. She suddenly felt a tumultuous wave of emotion go through her, preventing her from maintaining her Spectator state.
As an enthusiast of mysticism, she had learned Hermes that was used in rituals and had tested out the rituals that fellow noble enthusiasts mentioned in private gatherings before she was pulled into the gray fog or made formal contact with Beyonder powers.
None of those rituals had any effects, but they had given Audrey a basic understanding of the structure of incantations.
Thus, she knew clearly what these three incantations described and signified.
The descriptions usually described one of the seven gods that looked over this world!
Thus, The Fool’s incantation was claiming status equal to the Lady of Crimson, Mother of Concealment, and the Empress of Misfortune and Horror!
Is Mr. Fool the unknown, mysterious, powerful, godlike entity that Glaint spoke of? The source of danger that we must avoid in rituals? Audrey quickly recalled the comments made during the strange rituals which she and her friends did not dare attempt back then. She was momentarily at a loss for words.
Alger Wilson, who knew and understood much more than Audrey, shivered from the bottom of his heart.
If the ritualistic magic which Mr. Fool designed truly points to him to allow him to accept our requests, w-we would have to be addressing him with Him. He is to be addressed in the third person, which is reserved for gods…
How lucky, how smart I was to act in concert with him and not do anything foolish. Even when I was testing him, I did not step beyond the boundaries of normalcy…
Could he perhaps be an ancient, mysterious, horrifying existence, only that he does not appear before us in his true form and name… The Primordial Demoness, the Hidden Sage, or the true Creator which many mysterious churches believe in?
Alger understood that The Fool he was looking at now might not be his true form. He might not even have a gender or be a humanoid creature.
As for The Fool, Alger believed that His behavior as a Loen was merely a disguise, a disguise that would ease the discussion.
Ever since the ritualistic magic, Alger started using ‘Him’ to address The Fool politely.
“I can wait.” Alger smiled and said, “With Mr. Fool as a witness, I believe you wouldn’t go back on your promise.”
Audrey looked towards the quiet yet mysterious Fool engulfed in gray fog as the corner of her mouth curved upwards.
Mr. A? That sounds more like a code name for a criminal rather than a powerful man of mystery. It can’t be compared to The Fool at all… No, only gods or demigods can be compared to Mr. Fool… Audrey felt a sense of superiority as she thought about this.
Definitely but I am yet with keep thread so it might have changed again@Hecky2222
With the uncounted, would you say DMC has definitely gone over 100 score on a rough estimate?
Dante dominating Klein with 30+- difference while being 104-105