Mysteries: Arcana Wars

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Ah, whose voice is that...

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Don't shake... I'm so sleepy...

The noisy sound floated from infinite distance, sounding dimly in the layers of mist, but the next second the sound suddenly came rapidly closer and suddenly exploded in his ears!

"Klein!"

Klein woke up from his dream!

He pushed the people around him away in fear and fell to the ground in a mess. The chairs, lights, clothes, and the dizzy starlight shook his brain, and the unknown fluctuations made his vision a mess.

His panicked hands scratched at his sides and finally touched something that could be called a chair. However, the expected rough friction of old wood did not come, but instead a smooth, soft, unfamiliar texture came from the palm of his hand. Regardless, the simple support allowed Klein to muster up the courage to look up and see what was happening in front of him.

"…Melissa…?"

Several familiar colors swayed in the blurry vision, forming a swaying human figure.

Klein stood up, holding his head. He could only feel his brain buzzing, the sound of beeps, snowflakes, whispers, and thousands of instruments in the world making sounds at the same time, crushing his eardrums.

Ah, it's Melissa... What's going on? Is she telling me what to buy tomorrow before I go to bed, or is there no more coins in the gas meter?

"What are you talking about? Melissa..."

Klein whispered tiredly, trying to open his eyes wide to see.

"Let me get some sleep. I have an interview in two days. But I haven't read the notes Welch gave me yet..."

All sounds stopped abruptly.

Klein was frightened by the scene before him.

Where are the old wooden chairs, where are the gas lamps.

Clear glass tables, round iron chairs, lampshades made of unknown materials, and several strange machines emitting strange fluorescence in the strange room. The chaotic light bounced and reflected between various materials, and the lights of all sizes in the dim room were so dazzling that it made people dizzy.

Everything he was familiar with was gone.

This... this is not my room!

Klein stretched out his hand tremblingly. The rich memory from a few hours ago finally came to him alone through all the chaos. He clearly remembered that when he was studying Welch's notes, he was wearing a linen shirt that he had just changed today. Melissa washed it out of shape, but now the clothes on his body were unfamiliar in style, bright in color, and comfortable in fabric, but the texture was indistinguishable. The only familiar thing was the face in the mirror that was still bookish.

Outside the window, bright moonlight streamed into his room. Klein watched in horror as the cold silver moon cast a layer of white gauze that he had never seen before in his unfamiliar room.

"Where am I?!"

He hurriedly got up from the ground, whimpering and shouting, but before he could stand firmly, he was grabbed by Melissa.

"Klein! Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The girl eagerly pulled Klein's hand, held his face, and shouted loudly in an unknown language. After the girl's anxious and trembling calls many times, Klein finally reached the rune language he was familiar with.

"I don't understand Roselwen... Do you remember what day it is?!"

"1349...June...? No...Melissa! I...where are we? I—"

"You are Klein! I am Melissa! Time is limited. Now, please listen to me!"

Klein held onto Melissa tightly, but before he could say more panic, the girl cut him off.

"It is now the year 1325 of the Sixth Epoch! You are Klein, my brother Klein Moretti, the god above the Order, the Fool, and the ruler of the spirit world, the Lord of Mysteries!"

"You have your own secret organization, the Tarot Club. You and your friends have been fighting against the Outer Gods and protecting this planet for thousands of years. But you and your friends experienced a failure three hundred years ago! You, the Lord of Mysteries, experienced death and resurrection!"

...Gods...Outer Gods...Klein stared at his sister blankly, his mind was blank. He had never seen Melissa speak such blasphemous words in such a hurry, like the first sigh of a newborn, like the last words of a dying person.

Oh my god, what on earth is Melissa talking about! I... I'm just a recent history graduate... I—

"Klein!"

Melissa shouted his name once again, forcing Klein to focus his attention. The sorrowful cry immediately made Klein raise his panicked and helpless eyes to look at the girl. But Melissa's words poured down like cannonballs, as if if she stopped, the beast thousands of miles away would catch up and tear the poor girl to pieces.

"One of your secret allies has arranged a resurrection plan for you. In order to hide you and your friends from the 'monsters' outside, the 'old madman' has erased all traces of your and your Tarot Club's existence in this world, sealed your abilities and memories, and woven an ordinary identity and life for you!"

"Now! You are awake! You have to wake up others and create specific events for them to make them remember their true selves. To do this, you need to find specific conditions to wake up the sealed people and 'reset' your friends before the monsters in the sky find you! At the same time, because of the influence of the correction power and the protection of the Tarot Club, your friends will instinctively reject things related to the 'reset' event, so you have to be more careful!"

"And you, the [Secret] above the Sequence, need two [Resets] to find your complete self! The first 'Reset' will restore your Sequence 2 Miracle Master's abilities and memories!"

"So what you have to do next is to try to [reset] your friends and regain your remaining memories and powers without being discovered by the 'monsters'. The 'monster' forces will hunt you down, but we will try to hide you!"

Klein finally recovered from his panic. He touched Melissa's face with his shaking hands, and his helpless eyes were covered with mist.

Melissa, Melissa, the Melissa in front of him looked so strange. Her figure was taller than Klein's last memory. She was wearing a simple dress with colorful fabrics. She looked like a mature girl in her early twenties, but her flowing black hair and dancing black eyes made Klein a little distracted.

"Oh my God... Goddess! My dear Melissa, what are you talking about..."

His outstretched hand suddenly froze.

"...No...Are you my Melissa?"

Melissa's anxious expression was suddenly overwhelmed by the overflowing sadness. She collapsed on the floor in front of Klein, gently stroking Klein's cheek, and staring at her brother firmly with tearful eyes.

"Yes... I am Melissa! But I have long been dead. Now I am just an illusion of yours, but I will be your guide, your support, and your eternal supporter! I can only appear in your world for a moment, but I... I——"

Melissa was cut off from her words by the heavy sorrow. She covered her speechless mouth tightly, and her overflowing tears rolled in the air and collapsed into black smoke and disappeared. But Melissa immediately wiped away her tears, picked up her softest and warmest voice, and mustered up the courage to continue her overly heavy exhortation.

"It's okay, Klein. This is just your failure. We can start over again. We still have the opportunity to fight back and protect ourselves. You have won countless victories over the past thousands of years. This is just a failure. You may not know what I'm talking about now, but I hope you understand that you have nothing to blame yourself for. You have done your best..."

"I can't tell you who the 'old madman' and the 'monster' in the sky are, because thousands of eyes are searching for you..."

Melissa choked up again. She opened her mouth in vain, but could not utter a few syllables, and could only let the tears flow into her mouth.

"You are already very good, really, you are very good..." The girl's words were intermittent, "You must take good care of yourself..."

Klein had no idea what Melissa was talking about. Not long ago, he was just an ordinary history college student who was shy and not good at speaking. His hands were trembling helplessly in the air. He wanted to say something but couldn't pick up any words. In the end, he could only hold her in his arms in a daze and gently stroke her soft hair.

But the next second Melissa suddenly broke free!

"No, no—my time is almost up! One more thing, just one more thing!"

She wiped away her tears and snot, stood up, and walked away from Klein step by step.

"You must remember that I am the real Melissa. I am the real Melissa, the illusion you can always trust, the nothingness you can never get rid of."

Under Klein's horrified gaze, Melissa pulled out a revolver and pointed it at her dear and beloved brother, at the Lord of Mysteries who had just awakened.

"Good night"

bah—

[Fool], first reset, success!