Mystery: Chaos Path

"Extra! Extra! Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos killed in Backlund!"

"The mysterious organization, the Tarot Club, has claimed responsibility!"

"Pfft—"

The next day, in the early morning, Klein, hearing what the newsboy outside was shouting, almost spat out his coffee. He put down his coffee and went outside to buy a newspaper, breathing a sigh of relief after reading it carefully.

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The newspaper didn't make a big fuss about the existence of the Tarot Club. In fact, the newspaper only mentioned a few words about the mysterious organization, the Tarot Club, assisting the official churches in killing Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos or something.

The so-called "The mysterious organization, the Tarot Club, has claimed responsibility!" was probably just a promotional tactic by the newsboy. After all, this was an unheard-of organization, and its first appearance involved such a major event, which would easily arouse people's curiosity.

This made Klein breathe a sigh of relief, but for a moment he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Our Tarot Club has finally become famous this time, but who would know that as the Fool of the Tarot Club, I was just warned by my 'subordinates', haha." Klein complained in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little疑惑:

"But how would the official know the name of the Tarot Club? Uh, could it be Miss Justice's guidance?"

Klein thought for a while and felt that this was very likely.

"Forget it, it's not a bad thing, at least we have a 'friendly army' label with the official..." Klein shook his head. Although the Tarot Club's fame was a bit beyond his expectations, if Lucifer hadn't been 'endorsing' it, he would definitely have been inclined to resist it. But now, being famous is fine!

After Klein finished breakfast, he went to work as usual. He was still very busy these days.

On the other side, at Lorne's residence.

Lorne looked at the newspaper in his hand, not surprised by this result.

Of course, he deliberately let Mr. Fool get a photo opportunity. On the one hand, Lorne himself was a member of the Tarot Club, so he didn't mind helping the Tarot Club become famous. Otherwise, if he told others that he was so-and-so from the Tarot Club in the future, wouldn't no one know?

On the other hand, Lorne could also use this incident to deepen Lucifer's persona in front of Klein and gain some favor. Why not?

As for why Lorne didn't promote his Merrymakers Club, the reason was simple—this matter was too small, and he didn't care about it.

If Lorne wanted to play, he would play big. The Merrymakers Club's first appearance in front of the world naturally couldn't be such a small matter.

So, he gave this opportunity to Mr. Fool, hoping he wouldn't be too surprised.

"And after this performance, my Actor potion has finally been digested."

Lorne put down the newspaper and returned to the laboratory on the second floor. After resting for a night to recover his spirituality and adjust his state, he had digested the Actor potion and prepared all the materials for preparing the Faceless potion, so he naturally had to advance to Sequence 7.

However, Lorne didn't rush to advance immediately, but first looked at a black glove on the table. Without a doubt, this was one of the magical items with the highest presence in the original Mysterious novel, the poor little thing that had nine meals out of three days after following Klein, "Creeping Hunger."

Yesterday, after asking Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos for the information he wanted about the mysterious island, Lorne naturally didn't let go of this magical item and took it back with him, sealing the glove while using Azik's ability.

Now, "Creeping Hunger" is just like in the original book, without the bad habit of needing to eat people every day, but it still needs to eat people after battles.

"In this way, I can sell it to Klein. Let me think about what price would be better. How about 10,000 pounds? Alas, I'm such a good person..." Lorne thought while casually poking the Creeping Hunger on the table.

He naturally didn't need such a glove. The abilities possessed by Creeping Hunger were very strong for ordinary Beyonders, but for the current Lorne, they were just so-so, not as convenient as directly using Shadow of Time.

So, Lorne was more inclined to sell this thing to Klein and squeeze Mr. Fool's wallet dry.

"But there's no rush to sell it now, wait until he has money..." Lorne casually threw Creeping Hunger aside, then took out the iron box from under the table, revealing a dazzling array of spiritual materials.

Lorne picked out the materials for preparing the Faceless potion from it, then opened the cabinet next to him and took out the bottle containing the blood of the Bound God.

Lorne first washed the beaker clean before slowly starting to prepare the Faceless potion. First, he put the ordinary spiritual materials into the beaker one by one, then opened the bottle containing the blood of the Bound God. He didn't pour the entire bottle of blood in directly, but estimated the amount needed for the Faceless potion and poured in about one-third.

Lorne planned to keep the rest as a medium for summoning the Shadow of Time of the Bound God, Torschner.

And just after this one-third of the blood was poured into the beaker, a deep black color spread from the bottom of the beaker to the surface, followed by a deep red color, which solidified within a few seconds and turned into an inverted blood-colored crescent moon. This was naturally not a physical entity, but a shadow.

"I understand the principle, but why is it a moon? Is it because the Bound God was eroded by the Mother Tree?" Lorne pondered, stroking his chin. He wasn't afraid of any problems with the blood, after all, any problems would be solved after mixing it with Nyarlathotep's power.

Lorne then flipped his hand, and the characteristic of the Faceless potion appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, he threw the characteristic into the beaker and then excitedly observed the changes in the beaker.

No one is wrong, one first, one hair, one inside, one capacity, one is in one look!

Countless mask-like shadows appeared in the beaker at this moment. These masks overlapped, covering the moon shadow, but they were also dyed with a touch of scarlet.

Lorne stared at the potion for two seconds, then couldn't help but shake his head and said, "It's getting more and more outrageous." He sighed, but without any hesitation, he picked up the beaker and drank the potion in one gulp.

Chaos struck at this moment. Accompanied by the separation of consciousness, countless voices rang in Lorne's ears. They were all different, but upon closer listening, they seemed to belong to one person.

"Who am I..."

"Who are you..."

"Who is me..."

Countless voices asked questions at this moment, making Lorne frown. But at this moment, he felt a touch of scarlet moonlight. The feeling of the moonlight shining on his body was not comfortable, slightly tinged with burning pain and a sense of restraint, which seemed to bind all the voices into one.

Lorne blinked, and the separated consciousness finally reunited. He instantly woke up and opened his eyes in reality.

"Huff, the Mid-Sequence is indeed a hurdle. The Path of the Gods does not deceive me!" Lorne exhaled, then couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. He had successfully advanced to Sequence 7 and become a Faceless of Sequence 7.