Chapter 384: The Collective Will of the Fool and the Stars

Chapter 384: The Collective Will of the Fool and the Stars

George III wanted to ascend to Sequence 0 Black Emperor on the day of his speech.

This news shocked the members of the Tarot Club.

Although they all knew that the extraordinary path ultimately led to blasphemy, hearing that someone wanted to become a god still filled them with excitement and shock. More crucially, George III had prepared so thoroughly yet still failed.

"Why did George III fail to ascend to Black Emperor?" Audrey asked the question she most wanted to know.

"Because Mr. Fool did not agree," The World replied eagerly, bowing towards Mr. Fool to show respect.

And the Stars!

Fors shouted in her heart but did not dare to mention the Stars directly in front of Mr. Fool.

Klein noticed her thoughts and calmly added, "In this matter, the Stars and I share the same will."

The Stars?

The Stars organization that had been causing a stir in Backlund recently?

Mr. Fool actually knew this mysterious entity? And even cooperated with them silently!

George III wanted to become a god, and the six remaining true gods had no objections, choosing to acquiesce. But Mr. Fool did not agree, and neither did the Stars.

So George III's path to ascension failed, and he fell.

This was the most direct impression in the hearts of Alger and the others.

After the shock, Audrey couldn't help but think of Mr. Hastur, who had behaved somewhat unusually that day.

Could Mr. Hastur be a follower of the Stars?

She had always found Mr. Hastur very mysterious. Perhaps the Stars organization that had recently risen in Backlund was also orchestrated by Mr. Hastur.

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

If Mr. Hastur was a follower of the Stars, and she was a follower of the Fool, it would mean she was cooperating with Mr. Hastur.

Audrey's lips curled slightly as she glanced around the Tarot Club members, her gaze quietly falling on Miss Magician.

She noticed that Miss Magician's eyes did not show shock but seemed to hide some thoughts, afraid of being discovered by others.

Did Miss Magician already know about George III's matter?

Last time, she also revealed news about the fall of the War God.

But Miss Magician didn't seem like an important figure.

Suspicious, very suspicious. Maybe she had even met her before.

Audrey only observed silently with the corner of her eye, not disturbing Miss Magician.

After everyone had hidden their shock in their hearts, she paid the World 500 pounds for the information.

She originally wanted to give more, but she needed to buy extraordinary materials for Sequence 6 Hypnotist recently and had to save some money.

500 pounds!

Fors' pupils dilated, and she looked at the World with a complex expression, silently saying nothing.

"That's acceptable," Klein was very satisfied with this payment.

Especially since this 500 pounds came from Miss Magician's pocket, it made him feel a great sense of achievement.

Last time, a stack of pounds flew to Miss Magician, and now, they all flew back.

Next, Audrey mentioned the extraordinary materials she needed. In the end, Alger and the World took on the task, and Derrick also said he would help look for them, but he didn't need pounds and allowed Audrey to owe him for now.

After solving her most important matter, Audrey casually brought up a topic: "Which pathway's extraordinary is best at divining a person's future?"

"Sequence 9 Diviner," Alger naturally took over the topic.

"Then what level of extraordinary can easily divine a person's entire life's ups and downs?" Audrey was very concerned about the prophecy circulating within the Ruen royal family.

"Probably Sequence 4 demigod and above," Alger answered uncertainly.

Derrick added, "Extraordinaries of the Fate pathway are also very good at seeing through a person's entire life. I once heard the Chief say that there is an extraordinary sequence called Prophet in the Fate pathway, but I don't know what sequence it is."

Hearing this, Audrey had a certain understanding in her heart. The person who secretly prophesied her future must be from one of these two pathways.

After the transactions ended, Derrick began to explain matters related to their Silver City. Their last expedition had ended, and after a rest, they were preparing to venture into Afternoon Town again.

...

In a world without light, only the chaotic lightning in the sky could bring a bit of brightness to this world. Even though this light was insignificant to those living on the ground, it was one of the few hopes they could hold onto.

Afternoon Town, located near the Giant King's Court, was dark and dangerous, having swallowed countless Silver City expedition members.

Derrick woke from the Tarot Club around the campfire, instinctively gripping his Storm Axe.

The heavy and cold touch relaxed Derrick's tense mood. Every time he attended the Tarot Club outside, he feared that when he woke up, the world before him would suddenly collapse like a dream, or be filled with endless darkness, never to see a bit of light again.

Derrick held the handle of the Storm Axe with his right hand and gently stroked the axe's surface with his left, his eyes unfocused as he watched the flames flicker before him.

His focus gradually gathered in the flames, finally breaking free from the shock of the day's Tarot Club.

A being capable of ascending to godhood fell under the will of Mr. Fool and the Stars.

The outside world was truly terrifying.

The strongest Chief in Silver City might not even be considered a powerful extraordinary outside.

Shocked, he also felt curiosity and reverence for the Stars.

If the light of the Stars could also shine on Silver City, how wonderful it would be.

He longed to see the brilliant starry sky with his own eyes.

Not just imagine it from the illustrations in books.

Thud!

A slight sound came, followed by the noise of something being dragged.

Derrick snapped out of his thoughts, stood up, gripped the Storm Axe tightly, and assumed a combat stance, watching the direction of the sound with full alertness.

"Something's wrong!"

"Be careful of the monsters hiding in the dark!"

"Light! We need more light!"

Urgent voices of the team members sounded around him. Another person had just been dragged away by a monster lurking in the darkness.

After a while, rustling sounds came from the darkness again.

Derrick identified the direction and swung the Storm Axe repeatedly in that direction, sending out several bolts of lightning that illuminated the area.

The dazzling lightning made the monsters hiding in the dark let out a cry of fear and quickly retreat to a darker area.

With this bit of time, Chief Demon Hunter Colin arrived with others, and the area became temporarily safe.

Demon Hunter Colin scanned the remaining bloodstains by the campfire, looking solemnly in the direction of the Giant King's Court. This was just the outskirts of Afternoon Town.

Here, the monsters in the dark had already begun to disregard the campfire. The deeper they went, the more dangerous it would be.

But if they didn't try, they would never find a way out of this world, never see the sea, never see the starry sky.

He glanced at the vigilant Derrick without a trace, then gathered everyone, forming small teams to help each other, preventing further monster attacks.

Demon Hunter Colin walked at the front of the team, emitting a pure and holy dawn light, like the first rays of sunlight falling on the earth. The area immediately became as bright as dawn.

The monsters, fearing the dawn light, fled in all directions, forming a dense black tide.

"Let's go, keep moving."

Demon Hunter Colin led the team forward with the dawn light, and soon they reached a half-collapsed church.

The church once had a high tower and was built with classical stone pillars and brick arches, heavy and dim.

Passing through the broken gate that could accommodate giants, they entered the prayer hall. The statue of the god once worshipped here had been destroyed, its identity unclear, but the candles on the altar were lit by someone, burning alone.

In front of the altar, a figure in a simple white robe was kneeling, praying softly.

"Not one of us."

"His attire doesn't look like a resident near Silver City. Is it another illusion? Or a monster in disguise, trying to ambush us?"

"Be careful not to disturb him."

Demon Hunter Colin's expression was particularly grave. The more unusual something was here, the more dangerous it likely was.

Derrick followed the team, looking at the figure in front of the altar. He felt that the person's attire was very similar to what The Hanged Man and Justice described.

In Silver City's environment, there were no proper clothes like this, except for major sacrificial festivals. Otherwise, no one would wear a conspicuous white robe.

In the dark world, such attire would easily attract the attention of monsters.

Anyone who survived in this world would not make such a basic mistake.

Could this person also have come from the outside world?