David stood on a quiet hill somewhere in Little Garden, wrapped in a cloak that had seen better days, surrounded by nothing but swirling fog and the distant calls of unseen creatures. No grand temples, no cheering crowds—just the soft whisper of the wind and the occasional awkward hoot of a confused owl.
He looked around once, made sure nobody was watching—or at least that nobody he could see was currently eavesdropping—and then took a deep breath.
"Well, no time like the present."
Raising his voice, he announced with all the gravitas he could muster:
"I hereby declare the formation of the Tarot Pantheon—an assembly of mysteries, fate, and questionable decisions masquerading as divine wisdom."
The fog rippled, as if the world itself was chuckling, or maybe that was just his imagination.
David activated his system interface. A soft chime rang in his mind, and a cascade of notifications appeared:
[Mission Complete: Declare Community Formation – Tarot Pantheon]
[Reward Granted:]
— Divine Name Unlocked: The Fool Who Laughs at Fate
— Tarot Emblem Upgraded: Level 1 (Visual Aura Increased +5%)
— Mystery Points Awarded: 300
Then, like the universe couldn't help but throw him an extra bone, another message blinked:
[Bonus Reward Unlocked: MULTIVERSE TRAVEL FUNCTION ENABLED]
— You may now travel between worlds and anchor your community across realities.
David grinned wide enough to embarrass a Cheshire cat. "Multiverse travel? Already? That's... actually pretty sweet."
He glanced around, half-expecting someone to pop out of the fog and demand paperwork, permits, or at least a "Congratulations" cake. But no one came.
"Guess the Tarot Pantheon's official now. No fanfare, no bells, four whistles' Just a dude on a hill and a system that thinks this is impressive."
He flexed his fingers, feeling the surge of new power inside him.
"Alright, next step: figure out what the heck I should do now.
David looked out over the horizon, where fog melted into an endless gray sky.
"So, little world of Little Garden... meet the Fool. Let's see what I can do.
With that thought, the fog around him shimmered and twisted,