being can leave this space before the video is finished. Violators will be sentenced to death.]
"What's a movie?" Derrick Berg asked, looking around with a puzzled look, trying to get an answer.
The people in the seats looked at each other, not knowing whether no one knew the answer or no one was willing to explain.
"You can think of it as an image that recreates fragments of reality."
The man in a black robe and a tall hat looked thoughtfully at the brass book on the stand in front of the semicircular table and smiled. "It seems the host here has arranged some wonderful entertainment for us."
The brass book shook, revealing two lines of text in response:
[The status of the Trunsoest Brass Book cannot be altered in any way. Violators will be punished by death.]
[Without the consent of the space owner, all living beings are not allowed to use extraordinary abilities here. Violators will be sentenced to death! ]
The others gathered around the table were either on guard, on alert, or looking at him with scrutiny. The magician, unfazed, pointed at the brass book with a distinct smile. "For the time being, I think it's best to follow 0-02's instructions."
Everyone who knew the meaning of 0-02 had a serious look on their faces. Of course, there were also a few who were not in the right state of mind.
For example, Danitz, the only follower of Mr. Fool (who was unaware of it), had just arrived on Rorsted Island with a group from Silver City.
He looked left and right and realized that among all the people present, he only recognized four. One was the captain and one of the seven pirate generals, Vice Admiral Edwina of Iceberg. One was Anderson, who returned to his hometown in the previous war to become a demigod. One was Alger Wilson, the cardinal of the Storm Church stationed in the Rorsted Islands. The remaining one was Derrick Berg, a tall and strong but young man with a fresh face, who had just arrived on Rorsted Island on his ship from the City of Silver.
He was a little confused and wanted to ask what 0-02 was.
Edwina, his neighbor, had been his teacher for so long that she quickly understood his question. Vice Admiral Iceberg withdrew his gaze from the brass book to the magician and explained, "I should have told you before that the major churches house numerous extremely dangerous magical items. They call them Sealed Artifacts and assign them different numbers. The smaller the first digit, the greater the danger and the higher the level of confidentiality. A Level 0 Sealed Artifact is extremely dangerous, carries the highest level of importance, and is kept confidential. It cannot be inquired about, shared, described, or even examined."
The magician smiled and waited for her to finish before adding, "The rules embodied by 0-02 are effective."
Of course, there was a way to seal it back in. But before knowing what the being behind it was planning to do, he thought it would be better to observe the situation first.
As soon as he said this, everyone was silent again.
Sitting next to the magician was a young man with black hair, green eyes, slightly long hair, and a slightly unfocused poetic air. At this moment, he silently sat up straight and asked cautiously, "Your Excellency seems to know a lot about it?"
The magician laughed and shook his head, saying, "0-02 was originally a sealed artifact belonging to the Church of the God of War. After the War of Gods, the Patriarch of the Church of the God of War fled with it. I happened to run into it, so I learned about it."
He spoke lightly, but anyone present who had even the slightest understanding of the extraordinary world dared not underestimate it - they all understood what a Grand Patriarch meant.
This meant it was a Sequence Two, an angel walking on earth! An angel carrying a Level 0 Seal that could destroy the world!
The magician was involved in this incident, but remained unharmed. The fact that he mentioned it in such a calm tone indirectly indicates that the other party might also be an angel!
The rugged, blue-haired man, dressed in the robes of a Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, took a deep breath and cautiously and respectfully asked, "Your Highness, is it really okay to just follow the rules?"
In the world of ordinary people, "Your Highness usually refers to people of noble status. However, in the extraordinary world, in the church, "Your Highness" is only used to refer to Sequence 2 angels.
The magician's answer was intriguing: "If the owner here is kind enough."
"Also, I'm just a wandering magician. I don't need a title."
Alger's eyelids twitched, but he didn't dare say anything. Although he was now a demigod, he didn't possess the ability to act so presumptuously in front of an angel.
The blond-haired, green-eyed girl, who was gorgeously dressed and whose appearance was three times more beautiful than her attire, quietly observed the people at the semicircular table.
With her spectator's ability, she easily identified the participants from the Tarot Club. With the exception of Mr. Fool and Mr. World, she recognized some features of each person, regardless of whether she had seen them in person or not.
Hmm... Fors and Xio sat at the left edge of the semicircle, next to Ms. Hermit, Mr. Hanged Man... Little Sun, Mr. Moon, Mr. Star... Why wasn't Mr. World there?
A trace of doubt flashed through her mind, and she glanced at the ordinary brother and sister sitting next to her. They were looking around vigilantly and did not try to speak, because what was happening now was beyond their original cognition, absurd and horrifying.
Melissa and her brother Benson were also drawn into this. This fact made her quite worried. She had witnessed firsthand how terrifying the Level 0 Sealed Artifact, the "Box of the Ancients, was. And now, 0-02 was right before their eyes, being used by an unknown entity to trap them here.
She was no longer the girl who had found Mr. Fool's pulling her above the gray fog novel and intriguing. Since becoming a Beyonder, she had learned enough about the Tarot Club to know that if Mr. Fool hadn't been such a good "righteous God," she would have likely met with disaster.
Therefore, she understood exactly what the force that pulled them over represented-it represented that a being no less powerful than Mr. Fool had intervened in this matter. In the face of such power, they were completely powerless to resist.
And they don't even know whether the other party has good intentions or bad intentions.
Everyone present was thinking about the same thing, and fell silent for a moment.
However, the silence was quickly broken by a clapping sound, followed by a still somewhat brisk one. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the black-robed magician say, "If everyone has no objections, we can begin the so-called film. We'd better not waste too much time."
The magician looked around with a nonchalant smile on his face, but in reality, Klein Moretti was extremely nervous.
Most of the people present did not know each other. Except for the Tarot Club members who could more or less recognize the features of their weekly companions, many of them had only met each other a few times, or had never seen each other at all.
Therefore, no one understood as quickly and clearly as he did -everyone here has a close relationship with him.
This means that the person behind the scenes is most likely targeting him!
Not counting the Tarot Club, the people here include Benson, Melissa, Danitz, Více Admiral Edwina, Anderson... and Mr. Azik, who sits to his right.
The man, who should have been asleep, glanced thoughtfully at everyone present, finally focusing on him and nodding slightly. Azik's expression was quite calm, even a little indifferent. It was unclear whether he recognized this Sequence 2 magician as Klein.
Leonard glanced over here secretly, and when he saw that Azik did not reject the magician's suggestion, he frowned secretly.
The angel Pales within him were either absent or unwilling to speak; it was extremely quiet. He couldn't possibly ask questions without restraint when an unfamiliar Sequence Two expert sat beside him. This would reveal the presence of a parasite within him and even endanger the old man's safety.
So he could only judge some clues from the performance of the other two angels present.
Their cautious attitude clearly revealed a conclusion: the power of the owner of this space might be even greater than theirs!
His thoughts were quickly drawn back to reality by the sudden darkening of the space. A curtain descended not far ahead of them, and an image was instantly projected onto it, accompanied by music that carried a strange and urgent feeling.
Leonard froze in place, his mind swirling with complicated thoughts.
Compared to Melissa and Benson, who are not in the Extraordinary World, he, as an official Extraordinary with more than five years of experience, can understand the implication from this picture.
Is this awakened person really the original Klein? What exactly did Mr. Fool do? What is the glowing soul in that cocoon?
His question is also the question in the minds of everyone in the Tarot Club.
Audrey, who knew relatively more, was also at a loss, quietly thinking about Mr. World.
She suddenly remembered the gloomy mood and words he said when she was providing psychological counseling to Mr. "World" who had just become a demigod for the second time.
"There was a man who also fell into a deep sleep, until one day he suddenly woke up... He believed his family was still there, so he worked hard to improve himself, hoping to one day find them. This became the main purpose of his life. In the end, he discovered that he had been asleep for at least three hundred years, perhaps even a thousand years, or even longer, everything he once had could never be found again..."
Sleeping... for hundreds of years... for thousands of years... Audrey suddenly felt an inexplicable fear and didn't dare to think too much about it.
The remaining thought in her mind was, if Mr. "World" was an ancient man who had been asleep for a long time, then who was "Klein"?
She looked at Melissa and Benson, who seemed petrified, speechless.
As everyone was filled with fear, Leonard heard the old man's voice in his head: "Haha, so that's how it is..."
Leonard almost ignored the strange magician and the Death Consul beside him and started to urge the old man to continue. Fortunately, he still had enough sense to purse his lips tightly, waiting for the answer.
The first to speak was Vice Admiral Edwina. She glanced at the two ordinary people present and expressed her kindness: "Do you know any Beyonders?"
The two people being asked were stunned. Benson shook his head subconsciously, but Melissa nodded very slowly.
Under her brother's incredulous gaze, Melissa quickly said, "I'll...explain it to you when I get back. I want to clarify the matter regarding Klein first."
She had just received a gift that would allow her to become a Beyonder, in order to better invent machines. The entire Beyonder world was still opaque to her, shrouded in fog.
Amidst the confusing gazes from everyone around her, Edwina remained remarkably calm. She explained, "I need to know how much they understand about the Beyonders' problems so I can explain them in a way that's more suitable for them."
*Pfft." Anderson couldn't help but laugh. He faced Danitz's razor-sharp gaze and said, "You're really more suited to being a teacher than a pirate."
If 0-02 hadn't died after using his extraordinary ability, Danitz might have been unable to resist attacking him. Although he couldn't win.
Vice Admiral Edwina, one of the Seven Pirate Generals, ignored him and began to explain, "In the extraordinary world, there are often many dangerous items. Some of them, simply knowing about them, can bring disaster upon oneself."
At this point, she glanced at the "0-02" book placed in front of everyone before continuing, "Perhaps, the Antigonus family notes that Mr. Klein was holding initially caused him to be watched by a mysterious being... you could think of it as an evil god, a demon, or something like that, leading to his death."
Melissa was stunned. Her reaction was not as intense as she had imagined. She just said dryly, "What about those who woke up?"
Edwina was silent for a few seconds before she spoke in an objective tone, "I don't know. Perhaps it's some evil consciousness, or perhaps something else. In any case, it's extremely dangerous."
In the mysterious world, this was common sense. Edwina didn't want these ordinary siblings to get hurt without knowing anything about it, so she couldn't help but remind them.
However, after hearing her words, Melissa subconsciously retorted: *...But he didn't hurt us, never."
"Maybe." At this time, Leonard suddenly joined the conversation: "Maybe, we can consider this matter from another angle."
He glanced around, spotting some familiar figures, as well as a seemingly absent-minded vampire... Emlyn, the vampire, relayed what the old man had just told him: "The one behind the Antigonus family notes, and the great being above the gray fog... If the two aren't identical, then the scene just now has another explanation."
Benson looked at the black-haired, green-eyed poet. Once upon a time, this man had brought them unbearable news, but now he represented hope. He held his gaze, awaiting Leonard's explanation.
Leonard felt a long-lost sense of unease under such scrutiny. He took a deep breath, as if to give himself and his absent friend more confidence. "In the case related to the Antigonus family's notebook, Welch and Naya, who were researching it with Klein, committed suicide on the same night."
"Suicide?" Benson thought of Klein's behavior in the film and finally connected it to a tragedy that had occurred near his brother over two years ago. "Didn't they say they were murdered by a burglar?"
"Generally speaking, official forces tend to disclose information to the public with reasons that are more acceptable to civilians, and try not to involve extraordinary factors." Star Admiral Cattleya adjusted her glasses and explained.
Her eyes swept over Leonard's red gloves, and she was half-sure that he was the "Star" in the Tarot Club.
"...Exactly. Those two people were involved with this notebook and ultimately committed suicide. When they investigated, there wasn't even a trace of a spirit left at the scene. That's quite unusual." Leonard shrugged with a wry smile. "We just saw so many cocoons. If, I mean, if the gray fog and the notebook represent the same being, "He" could have released three cocoons and 'resurrected' all three. That wouldn't have been so noticeable-survivors who inexplicably survived a tragedy would definitely be suspected, wouldn't they?"
Edwina frowned and thought for a moment, "What if the cocoon itself requires certain conditions for opening?"
"Of course, that's possible, and quite possible. I'm just stating a guess." Leonard curled his lips. "But the scene just now reminded me of something."
Facing numerous questioning glances, he glanced at the silent magician and the Death Archon Azik Eggers beside him, and said frankly, "There is a Sequence 2 path called Miracle Invorker."
Leonard directly brought out some of the things the old man had just told him: "From what I know, miracle workers can resurrect their present selves through their past selves."
As Beyonders advance in their Sequence, their previous abilities may undergo a qualitative change.
Miracle Invorker! Audrey suddenly remembered that when Mr. World asked her to ask the Mercury Snake, that person had mentioned that Mr. World wanted to become a miracle worker.there any connection between the two?
"You mean, above the gray fog could represent a Sequence 1 angel, or even a true God, and that 'He' resurrected Mr. Klein?" Edwina quickly understood his meaning and nodded after a moment of silence. "It's not impossible, but we all know that a being of this level wouldn't act simply to save someone."
"So my guess is just a possibility," Leonard said, then chuckled to himself and looked at the paused screen. "Perhaps the owner of this space will give us an answer."
The young man looked around in shock and confusion, seemingly confused about his situation.
He opened his palm, only to see it stained with blood.
The man on the screen seemed to take some time to sort out his situation. He did not hide the panic on his face. After confirming twice that his wounds seemed to be healing, he picked up a worn towel and soap and cleaned the blood and bullet casings on his body and in the room, making sure that no trace was left.
Finally, he seemed lost in thought, holding the brass revolver with the bullet already ejected in his right hand, repeating the motion of swinging the cylinder out and retracting it countless times. Later, he switched to stroking the cylinder.
He maintained this posture until the crimson moon, hanging high in the sky, set in the west and the sun began to rise. A slight noise came from behind the isolation door. He regained his focus and looked in the direction of the sound. A gentle smile naturally crossed his eyes.
The moment the door opened, he seemed to realize something and froze. This stiffness was very short-lived. After he reacted, he quickly threw the pistol into the drawer and grabbed the pocket watch.
"What happened?" The girl who came out of the door was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a thin face and pale skin, but still had a youthful aura.
She only heard the muffled sound of the pistol being thrown into the drawer, but did not see the scene. She just thought that the young man bumped into it when he took out his pocket watch.
"It seems to be broken again." The young man said casually after twisting the pocket watch a few times and still not seeing the stopwatch move.
Melissa looked at the brother who answered questions fluently in the film and gazed at him deeply.
Benson laughed at himself and whispered, "Maybe it really is just a miracle, isn't it?"
Leonard pursed his lips and said nothing.
He and the Moretti siblings all hoped that this was just a "simple" miracle, but he knew in his heart that even without the old man's criticism, he knew that it was impossible for a high-ranking being to spend so much effort just out of kindness…
Although Mr. Fool seemed very friendly during his interactions with him, this didn't explain anything. Many evil gods or demons also acted very friendly when tempting people to fall.
Could it be that Mr. Fool resurrected Klein just to make him his Favored. One? But this didn't make sense, because Mr. Fool clearly had many angels and didn't need to rely on Klein, who was still an ordinary person at the time.
Is there anything else special about Klein?
He thought for a while and felt that he seemed to have grasped some clues, but was soon distracted by the film.
A scream pierced the morning silence.
The walls of the living room were covered with splattered blood. A man with a completely shattered forehead and covered in blood was rolling on the ground, his appearance unclear.
A slender figure, bent over, was vaguely visible in the open bathroom door.
"Dead! All dead--" The butler fell to the ground in a mess, but still tried to crawl away from the scene.
He didn't notice that when he opened the door, a breeze blew through the room.
The camera quickly switched, and Klein appeared to be out and about, buying some groceries. On his way home, he passed a square filled with colorful tents.
He glanced at the clown handing out flyers, then looked at the flyers held by the others and muttered to himself, "Tomorrow night, is there a circus?"
Just as he seemed to be about to approach the clown, a woman wearing a pointed hat, a long black dress, and red and yellow paint on her face suddenly stopped him.
"Do you want divination?" The woman's voice was low and hoarse, her blue eyes were deep.
"Let's look at 'now' first." Klein seemed to think for a moment, looking at the three tarot cards arranged in sequence, and said calmly.
Turning over the card, it reveals a young man wearing gorgeous clothes, a gorgeous headdress, carrying a cane on his shoulder with luggage hanging on the top of the cane, and a puppy pulling him. behind. The serial number is "0".
"Fool," the woman whispered softly, her gray-blue eyes fixed on him.
Everyone associated with Mr. Fool murmured in their hearts, and Admiral Cattleya frowned little by little.
She now believed that the man suspected to be "Star" was closer to the truth. The relationship between this young man named Klein and Mr. Fool seemed unexpectedly close..
In the world of the occult, coincidences often make sense.
"This is not a case we can solve." The middle-aged man with three silver hexagonal stars on the shoulders of his police uniform frowned and said to the people around him.
The person he was talking to was a grey-eyed man in his thirties, wearing the same uniform.
"What does the autopsy report say?"
"There are no signs of drugs, nor any external force." The middle-aged officer pursed his lips, his gaze sharp as a professional should.
"The forensic pathologist racked their brains over this, and ultimately could only conclude it was suicide, no matter how absurd it sounds."
"Perhaps, this is possible." Dunn moved the corners of his mouth without a smile.
A shadow crossed the middle-aged police officer's face. He shook his head and said, "This explanation cannot be given to a father who has lost his youngest son."
During the conversation, the two walked to the cordoned-off crime scene.
The younger officer gazed at the surroundings with his deep eyes. He pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at the person following him. "Frye, did you see anything?"
The person being called out was a cold-faced man, pale and looking like a corpse. He was also wearing a police officer's uniform, but with only a single star on his shoulder. "...No, it's very clean here."
The gray-eyed officer nodded imperceptibly, then turned to ask the middle-aged officer. "Besides the victim, who else often visits this place?"
"The butler said that Welch and two of his college classmates have been deciphering a notebook from the Fourth Epoch lately, so they've been frequenting this place." The middle-aged officer clearly lived up to his three stars and was very professional in his handling of the matter. "One of them is Miss Naya... one of the victims."
"The other one is Mr. Klein Moretti. The butler was very impressed by him because he never dressed very well."
The gray-eyed officer listened quietly before asking. "Did you find the notebook at the scene?"
"No."
"Frye, go back to Old Neil and have him try to communicate with the psychic." The gray-eyed officer made a quick decision: "Let's go find Mr. Klein Moretti."
The young police officer, with his hands in his pockets, messy black hair and smiling green eyes, chuckled, "I hope Mr. Moretti is lucky enough."
Leonard felt that Mr. Magician beside him looked at him inexplicably.
*Sunlight streamed into the small room. Klein Moretti, who was "blessed," felt nothing as he stood in the center of the room.
After a while, he clasped his hands together and recited in a low voice:
"A fool who does not belong to this era;"
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"
"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."*
The picture seemed to be filled with fog in an instant, and the young man's figure faded into a small crimson star in the fog.
In the boundless fog, stood a man of medium build in a suit. His facial features and the details of his clothes were all shrouded in the gray fog, making it impossible to remember more about his characteristics.
Gray fog flowed beside him like water, dotted with crimson stars.