Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Empty matches, empty smoke, and endless illusions that attempt to break through the boundaries of dimensions...

Every path on the blasphemous A4 paper flashed through Klein's mind at this moment, and every detail was magnified here. In an instant, a fierce wave of thoughts surged in his mind. All the discomfort and uneasiness from waking up to now gathered like a stream on the small cake in front of him, and then turned black and pus, and in an instant it turned into pitch-black tentacles, baring its fangs and claws in his mind.

At the top of each path, the high-ranking people always have various ways to suppress the extraordinary abilities of the lower-ranking people, secretly plan, suppress spirituality, and various anti-divination and anti-prophecy effects. In terms of achieving the purpose alone, these effects are not the privileges of the "Lord of the Mysteries".

But when he thought carefully about the details of these things, there was always a little thorn in Klein's mind. Every time he wanted to confirm these seemingly true things, these hard hairs would prick his throat. If he didn't pay attention and closed his eyes and exerted a little force, the cake wrapped in hair would be swallowed easily.

Now, Klein no longer wanted to turn a blind eye. He wanted to spit out the bread he had swallowed and dig out the small thorns that pricked his mouth one by one and arrange them in front of him.

Leonard and Emlyn completely trusted the plan that The Fool had made before he fell asleep. Every time Klein expressed confusion and puzzlement, they both attributed it to Klein's amnesia and madness. However, these trivial and easily confused questions would ask Klein from time to time: Is there another possibility?

Yes, this is what the Lord of Mysteries can do; yes, this is the choice I will make; yes, this is what I am experiencing right now...

But just those few little thorns made Klein feel a little weird after crushing and mashing all the authority and symbols of the Lord of Mysteries. It was like putting biscuits into a tin box. They all looked similar in shape and seemed to fit in, but every time he put the biscuits in, there would always be a lot of crumbs and dregs falling out of the tin box, and it could never be stuffed into the box perfectly.

Confused memories, collapsed sanity, distorted history, and rampant and inescapable madness.

She was the real Melissa, she was the real Melissa, the illusion I could always trust, the nothingness I could never escape from…

That twisted and crazy blessing suddenly emerged from memory.

"Good luck, Sneaky."

A bold and desperate idea struck his mind.

...I am contaminated!

At least before my three hundred years of sleep, I had been seriously polluted!

This idea was too shocking, but before Klein could make further inferences, Leonard's roar exploded in his ears.

"Hermann! Watch out!"

Klein looked up suddenly and saw the ruins that had just been blown into pieces trembling, rising from the ground, and then floating upwards. Fabrics, cloth, steel, wood chips, bricks, concrete... all kinds of broken pieces seemed to have come alive. They gathered in the air restlessly, just like fish gathering in the sea, birds gathering in the woods, and insects gathering under the lights.

Something rolled to Klein's feet.

It was a flashlight with a dead battery.

It is this thing that makes the three-legged plastic chair and its own top hat run.

"Get down—"

Following Leonard's shout, the flock of fragments of birds gathered in the air suddenly exploded and fled in all directions at a rapid speed!

Klein turned around and ran without looking back, until he leaped to the cover and lay down in the corner with his head in his hands.

Before the newborn consciousnesses had a complete understanding of the world, they had already experienced huge misfortunes and tortures such as explosions, crushing, breaking, and burning. Anxiety and fear spread rapidly in this group of people who were born less than ten minutes ago, and finally the intense pain completely destroyed their fragile will. So these debris fragments went crazy before they had a chance to experience life. They screamed silently and fled hysterically to the distance, trying to escape from this cradle that gave them life and gave them extreme pain.

Flocks of bird-like debris tangled in the air for a moment before rushing off into the distance and finally disappearing without a trace. Many of them were hard objects with sharp edges, such as small pieces of concrete, broken steel bars, sharp nails, and pointed wood chips. In this rapid riot, they were like a storm of sharp blades that brought death.

After the flock of birds left, everyone walked out from behind the shelter. There were sharp scratches of various sizes on the ground and walls, and the body of the exile wearing a woolen hat was torn and horrible.

This is a respectable opponent. At least in the eyes of an ordinary person, this kind of tenacious and desperate enemy would be a nightmare, and the fight would not end until death. Of course, if this person was in a place where extraordinary abilities were used normally, he would be nothing more than a pitiful cannon fodder in front of Klein now.

He was already dead beyond death. The storm just now not only cut through his red robe, but also cut him open, with his broken internal organs spilling all over the floor.

But the woolen hat on his head was intact.

Klein looked around and found that both the toilet plunger and the shoe horn he took out later were now nowhere to be found.

So he took off his woolen hat and tentatively reached in like an exile, then he lowered his wrist and dragged out what he had dug out.

This time it was an iron hollow fly swatter.

Why are fly swatters made of iron? Who would use a shovel to swatter flies?!

Is it too late for me to put this thing back now?!

Fortunately, these things seemed to disappear automatically after a period of time, so Klein didn't have to think about going out on a quest with an iron fly swatter. When he reached into his woolen hat again, he found that he couldn't get anything out. It seemed that at the same time, this hat could only randomly generate one thing, so it could only be refreshed after the thing disappeared.

But this woolen hat was indeed a bit ugly, and it didn't match Hermann's handsome retro look. Klein still tried to put it on his head. The original retro hat had fallen off, so he had better find something to fill the gap on his head, otherwise it would lose Hermann's demeanor and style.

He took out his cell phone and used it as a mirror, only to find that the woolen hat on his head had turned into a low-key, luxurious and high-end retro short-top hat.

An extraordinary hat that can adjust its shape?

Boy, I'm starting to like it.

"Wang!"

Suddenly, a dog barked in the distance. Klein turned his head in confusion and found that the Seven of Hearts was playing with a three-legged big white dog. The man and the dog were having a great time.

"Wait, where did this dog come from?" Fors asked the question that Klein wanted to ask very much but couldn't because of Gehrman's status.

"Don't you think it looks familiar?" The Seven of Hearts pointed at the three legs of the big white dog. "Of course it's the chair that makes people say weird things! This unlucky guy was just illuminated by that strange flashlight again."

It turns out that if you are illuminated by a flashlight twice, you will really turn into an animal!

You are so energetic, I might as well call you [Lively Flashlight]!

"Hey! Hermann!"

The Seven of Hearts suddenly waved over here.

"I heard you're a college student? Since you're so educated, why don't you come and give this chair dog a name!"

"Sota."

Klein didn't even raise his head.