Chapter 1129: Mr. Fool (Danger!!)

After all, in his view, this world actually holds an incredibly strong hand, yet inexplicably seems to trend towards ruining it…

Clearly, with the apocalypse looming and the entire Solar System surrounded by old Outer Gods ready to devour, it stands to reason that supporting a pillar to confront the threat is an absolutely necessary decision. It should be the top priority for all high-ranking beings on this planet, from Divine Spirits to Evil Gods, something to be taken seriously.

With life and death at stake, they have no choice but to pay attention.

Otherwise, when the apocalypse arrives, no one will escape.

There is already a precedent to refer to in this regard, namely the “Pale Era.” Because Death God forcibly ascended to become a Half-Step Ancient Realm being, it led to a loss of control and madness. As a result, even the Seven Gods united for an assault but couldn’t kill it on the spot… Facing the Seven Gods directly, they fought a battle and still had the strength to return to the Southern Continent, only to fall at the depths of the Furious Sea during the journey.

If a Half-Step Ancient Realm being is already so ferocious, what terrifying level would the true Outer God Great Perfection reach?

Undoubtedly, it would be a true catastrophe, a genuine extinction event, the end that would grind all into ash!

——When the gaze from the stars casts down, the land will be torn asunder, and everything in the world will cease to exist…

——Both mortals and mortal gods shall perish…

This is an obvious fact, yet frustratingly, it appears that the Gods haven’t reached a consensus on the matter, acting more like a disjointed rabble with each going their own way.

The only area where there seems to be unity and cooperation is in targeting the True Creator, the Evil Spirit of the Ancient Sun God, suppressing Adam and Ah Meng, the offspring left by the Ancient Sun God, to prevent any possibility of its resurrection… However, the logic behind these actions is traceable and understandable.

After all, many among them are disgraceful traitors, who even partook in splitting the Ancient Sun God they once followed and pledged loyalty to gain the opportunity to ascend to divine positions and become today’s mighty Divine Spirits… Having such an inglorious black history, they are naturally extremely afraid of the Ancient Sun God’s return——

After all, what do traitors fear the most?

The answer is self-evident…

But the problem lies here——since traitors fear being held accountable, there’s no way they would allow the resurrection of the Ancient Sun God or sacrifice themselves for the emergence of another “God,” so naturally, only another option remains.

However, apart from the Night Goddess taking action in this regard, the other few… have an astonishingly low presence.

——Neither supporting the emergence of “God” nor investing in the “Master of Mysterious,” and no sight of other plans or actions, the lack of initiative is absolutely appalling…

——It seems they’re simply maintaining the status quo, muddling through and waiting to die.

The White-clothed Daoist thought carefully again, feeling that perhaps they all have other plans, and one cannot rule out such a possibility. For example, Mr. Huang, who wouldn’t stop without attempting the impossible, originally planned to become a god, thus gaining the capability to take a bucket and run away, taking everything he wanted to protect to another planet in the universe to reconstruct order.

Escaping cannot solve the problem, but at least it’s a choice…

It’s very likely that Mr. Huang isn’t the only one with such thoughts…

After all, in this twisted and crazy world, fate is so fair that everyone will die, including the Divine Spirits.

As he pondered this, he turned his gaze to the distant horizon, clearly seeing Silver City standing at the earth’s end.

It would be the planned next stop and a great stage for his double act… Of course, he could leisurely stroll there, presumably leaving enough reaction time for Mr. Fool…

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Time seemed to fly by quickly.

In a flash, several days passed, and the day of another Tarot Association meeting was approaching.

In the Durant Town hotel, Klein cautiously closed the doors and windows, set up defensive talismans, and thought of something. He quickly took out another talisman. Just like the exclusive talismans of major churches, the Third Secret Ceremony Society also had similar patented products. This talisman’s effect was to open all sorts of sealed doors or passages or to lock them down and prevent them from being opened.

The talisman glowed faintly and slowly dissipated, as if nothing had happened.

However, Klein keenly sensed that the spiritual power sealed in the talisman had quietly spread throughout the entire room, and an invisible Spiritual Wall had reinforced and sealed off the space in this area.

Phew, this should be it…

Although it was provided by the Third Secret Ceremony Society, he had already exposed what needed to be exposed in front of this organization…

With a somewhat reckless mindset, Klein took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and sat back down at the desk, silently waiting for three o’clock in the afternoon.

This was the second Tarot Association meeting after the Tingen incident.

The previous Tarot Association meeting convened as scheduled, with Klein maintaining his mysterious persona above the gray mist. Using his understanding of the “celestial” being that crossed worlds, he succinctly explained certain things, which significantly elevated Mr. Fool’s reputation… Coupled with the chance he took to check the situation after waking up, accidentally bringing “Sun” Derek Berger into the group.

Derek Berger hailed from the Land of the Forsaken, a resident of Silver City.

This gave the other members of the Tarot Association an odd misconception.

And with the failures of his “peers” highlighting it in contrast, naturally made Mr. Fool’s persona appear even more profound, with an ever-increasing sense of prestige.

Only Klein himself felt increasingly uneasy, as the more impressive his act became now, the more awkward it would be when he was eventually exposed. He couldn’t dare to imagine such a scenario, just thinking about it slightly would cause him to metaphorically dig enough room with his toe for a three-bedroom-two-hall apartment. Even in these days, whenever he dreamt at night, he would frequently wake up due to dreaming such scenes, all cold and sweaty.

Hoping this Tarot Association meeting also goes smoothly…

And provides him with some valuable information…

He prayed silently as the meeting time of three o’clock approached, then stood up, walked four steps backwards, and entered the above-mist realm. Sitting on the high-backed chair of Mr. Fool, Klein glanced at the empty Mysterious Palace, feeling much more at ease, as this peculiar place was his domain, giving him a sense of control.

He extended his spirituality, touching the deep red star symbolizing “Sun” to respond to the plea.

This was to notify Derek Berger that the Tarot Association meeting was about to be held again, allowing him to prepare in advance and find a suitable place to log in.

Currently, only Derek Berger enjoyed such treatment, receiving Mr. Fool’s notification. Mainly because the time in the Land of the Forsaken was difficult to calculate, Silver City’s citizens typically regarded times with more lightning as day, and calm lightning as night, a cycle being a day… With frequent disruptions, it was difficult for many to grasp the count of days accurately.

Even though the Land of the Forsaken had now restored its brightness, no longer engulfed in chaotic darkness,

Silver City probably hadn’t fully adapted yet, so there was no way to directly convert the time with Ruen’s, so Klein continued to provide the Fool’s alarm service.

As the exact time arrived, a fantastical red glow spread.

Divine council, convened.

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(PS: Ahem, these are actually saved drafts…)

(PS: Started a new book—”It’s Time to Strengthen the World,” updating for two years, currently signed… I’m really ashamed, I’m sorry for the trouble φ(*￣0￣))