Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the thin gray fog, the diamond-like charm reflects the magical light cast from the crimson stars on the dome. There are countless shadows floating in the neatly cut surfaces. There are old people, children and middle-aged people, mountains, seas and deserts. Layers of illusory scenes transform into each other, as if the fast-forward button was pressed, including all the evolution of all things in time.

Is this a true god-level spell?

Alger, who was sitting opposite Audrey the Justice, stared at the diamond in the air, almost forgetting to breathe.

At the top, the "The Fool" in the eyes of everyone was still calm and peaceful. He tapped the mottled tabletop and called back the party members who were stunned and attracted by the power of the spell, with an indifferent voice:

"You only need to give this spell to Rambis, and join the Psychology Alchemy Association. I will give you the formula of the 'psychiatrist' as promised."

"Okay, Mr. Fool." Even though she had seen many gems, Audrey, who still did not keep herself calm, nodded lightly, her sweet voice slightly ethereal, like a dream.

It's not everyone's fault, even me, the "authentic fool", was moved when he saw this... Klein, who was really sitting in the high-back chair, took this rare opportunity to relax and rubbed his forehead. But it was difficult to pull the line of sight away from the spell.

He didn't understand why "Mystery" suddenly had to contact a senior of the Psychology Alchemy Society, and the position of royal advisor probably also determined that Herwin Rambis was at least not an angel, and should also be with the Church of the Goddess in Baker. One level of Archbishop of the Diocese of Rand.

While thinking, "Mystery" leaning against the seat suddenly turned his head with his entire body covered in robes, and winked mischievously at Klein's soft face, and immediately shattered and disappeared, a little emerald-colored "bubble" back to history.

Did he wink at me? Klein, whose pupils were shaking, wanted to call out the other party and ask, but he noticed the gazes of all the members, and the sad Mr. Fool had to withdraw his gaze again and return to the inscrutable look.

Sometimes I feel that I'm just a cheap labor for "secret" work, the kind that doesn't pay wages...

Klein, who was about to complain, controlled his expression, his right hand with dark gloves moved slightly, and the "world" sitting on the other end moved when he heard the sound, looked in the direction of the little "sun", and said hoarsely:

"I think you should have information on the 'devil'."

Although he didn't plan to contact these suspicious cases involving extraordinary events recently, seeing that his promotion was imminent, Klein still planned to make more preparations to prevent his eyes from turning black when he really needed it.

"The World" is looking for information about the "Demon" I want?

Derrick thought for a while, nodded, and said at the same time:

"Yes, but you also need to answer a question for me."

"If I knew." Klein didn't say anything.

Since the last time he saw the statues of the Six Gods and the "Mysterious God", Derrick has become more and more curious about the outside world.

For this reason, he specifically compared the characteristics of the known gods in the City of Silver with those of the statues of the gods, and found that the authority of several gods was suspected to be the "incomplete" body after the split of the authority of several ancient gods.

Recently, after seeing another mural and description of the existence of another suspected god, this doubt has almost reached its peak.

He first asked Mr. Fool at the top for instructions, and then he showed the picture he saw.

A picture of a naked man nailed upside down on a cross appeared in the gray fog on the long table. Derrick looked at Mr. World, and rarely saw a sluggishness in him.

"Mr. World, do you know that this is the god?"

Before he could finish speaking, he found that the remaining members around him were all looking at him strangely, and immediately turned to look at Mr. Fool at the top.

However, in the end, Klein did not speak first, but controlled the "world" and said in a complicated tone:

"This is an ally with my lord, Mister Fool, the true creator."

After speaking, he glanced at the expressions of the other members around him, and then continued:

"He used to be sensible in the fourth era, but in the later game of the gods, he gradually lost his reason, and now he has fallen into madness."

After saying all this, Klein, who was sitting at the top, held his breath, waiting for possible changes.

He and the members of the Tarot Club were silent for a few seconds, but did not wait for the "secret" shot.

It seems that my guess is correct. Judging from the "secret" diary, since the real creator is a part of the creator of the third era, or a remnant, it should not be crazy from the beginning.

The expression of Derrick the Sun who got the answer became serious a little bit, and he recalled the words written in multiple languages ​​that were dotted outside the temple.

Without exception, they are all "Evil Gods"!

Derrick, who was still a young boy, felt a little restless and looked up to ask again, but found that the other members had the same serious expressions as him.

It seems that even in the outside world, this **** is feared by the world... Although he has heard of the true creator's mission from the mission issued by Mr. Name taboo, but only because of the special name of the other party, I have noticed it a few times.

But now he smelled something wrong, but he just didn't know what was wrong.

Derrick, who was in a turmoil, looked at the "world" again, and said embarrassedly:

"Mr. World, do you know more information about this... true creator?"

"I can make up for your other information, not counting it in the question of 'devil'."

You're going to suffer in this way... Klein sighed slightly for the simplicity of Little "Sun", but he didn't really take advantage of him, just shook his head.

"This is a complement to your question."

Afterwards, he paused before beginning to introduce his general knowledge about the real Creator.

Mastering the "Secret Prayer" pathway... Derrick chewed this key information, and the expression on his face became even more distorted.

He suddenly discovered that Elder Lovia may not only be related to the Loholid, but also to the true creator.

But worrying about returning to worry, Derrick still kept to his own standards and suppressed his emotions. Some of the narratives were not very fluent in repeating the "devil" knowledge that was taught in the general education class.

"The promotion ceremony of Sequence Five involves serial killing."

"The specific performance of 'demons' of different races is also different."

"Low-level 'devils' can be directly dominated by high-level 'devils', turning them into nutrients and puppets for the other party when necessary."

Hearing these key information, Klein's expression became more solemn.

However, when he thought of the tea party at four o'clock in the afternoon, he still had to knock on the long table to end the party.

After Justice and the others stood up and saluted, blobs of crimson flashed, and the gray fog returned to an empty and silent state, but Klein was still in the top position.

He still has questions to ask "Mystery".

"Actually, have you influenced the thinking of the members of the Tarot Club?"

After struggling for a long time, he still asked his own question about the empty long table.

"Why do you have this illusion."

In the position of "World", the figure of "Mysterious" slowly emerged, and the hood had been lowered.

After manifesting a scene once, Klein showed a tired face with a lot of spiritual consumption, and said after consideration:

"If the residents of the City of Silver still remember your existence, why didn't The Sun immediately think of the relationship between you and the Creator, and then inquire about the whereabouts of the Creator of The Fool."

This was actually what he suddenly thought of just now. After all, the "Sun" suddenly showed that kind of piety last time, and he was so busy with dealing with it that Klein didn't have time to think deeply.

The corners of the "secret" mouth curved in a casual sitting position, seemingly satisfied with Klein asking this question.

"It's a reasonable guess indeed."

"But have you ever thought that my situation determines that I must use all means to conceal my existence from the world."

"For example, using your own authority to make others deliberately ignore certain aspects of the problem when they think of me."

Klein, who was rubbing his temples, suddenly froze, and said in amazement:

"Can it still be like this?"

The "secret" smile was more relaxed, and he changed his posture and took the initiative to popularize this knowledge:

"This is actually something that the Sequence Three of the 'Audience' pathway can do, let alone me."

If you look at it from the previous concept, it can be regarded as a kind of "meme" pollution... Klein shook his head for this kind of statement that he couldn't verify at all. , I didn't care too much, but took out the pocket watch in the coat and glanced at it.

In silence, the crimson on The Fool's seat suddenly erupted, and the gray fog returned to the state where only "Mystery" was alone.

The beautiful-faced **** let out a snort, and then clicked the armrest of the high-back chair slightly lazily, and his thoughts extended to farther places due to the special features of Origin Castle.

......

In the muddy underground cave, Fabti, who briefly appeared in his true body, devoured the corpse that was full of huge horror and strong emotional power before he died.

On the wet cave floor, the blood was drained from the corpse with broken bones, leaving only a flat layer, and the whole body was built into the ground.

Suddenly, the ancient **** who was eating stopped moving and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The lingering gray mist at the wound on his abdomen suddenly expanded, and a thick black blood flowed out of his wound uncontrollably, got into his shadow, and dragged it on the ground. slender.

Fabti, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at his shadow and bent down deeply.

"Mysterious."

The shadow, whose specific shape could not be clearly seen, swayed, and the dust on the ground floated into the air, forming a line of text on its own.

"When will your action begin?"

Fabti, who was strangled by the "large artery", was able to bend and stretch, and answered with a good attitude:

"Soon, I have controlled several 'devils' and can start the plan at any time."

The dust in the air transforms again.

"Very well, after completing the task, I will complete my promise, and you also need to start the second step of the plan, bring enough sacrifices to Medici to help him get out of trouble."

"Yes." Fabti bent deeper, and several huge dragon heads were almost sticking to the ground.

The light and shadow between the caves swayed, and the extended shadow returned to normal, but his abdomen was still a blur of blood and flesh and a thin gray fog.

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