Chapter 397: Mr. Door's Luck

"It's okay, I just feel a little down. The rest of the effects are now being handled by him…" Lynn said weakly. He indeed felt somewhat drained, even though he had transferred the assimilation effects to his divine avatar to bear. This wasn't something that could be completely erased; at most, it could be alleviated.

Moreover, the effects that were transferred to the divine avatar wouldn't just disappear—they would still need to be digested by Lynn eventually.

'What a nightmare…' Lynn couldn't help but grumble in his heart. The impact from drawing the attention of his True Self was far more intense than when he had borrowed power to reach Sequence 0.

'Although it wasn't without some gains…' Lynn thought to himself, unable to resist glancing at Bethel again. Finally, he remarked, "Bethel, you're really lucky."

Just now, in that state of assimilation, Lynn had actually obtained some information that he wouldn't normally have access to.

For instance, the authority his True Self wielded was indeed related to the Lord of Mysteries, and the closest match was probably the Door Pathway.

No wonder Mr. Door was almost "returned" just by being affected by a sliver of it. If it were the Fool or a Error instead, the impact might not have been as severe.

However, Mr. Door was indeed fortunate. This assimilation was not only evident in the fact that he had survived being almost assimilated twice but also in…

Lynn suddenly extended his hand, and a transparent, crystal-like bubble appeared in his palm.

"What is this?" Naturally, Bethel noticed the bubble in Lynn's hand. At the same time, he keenly sensed that the bubble seemed to hold a significant attraction for him.

"Well… this is something I just stripped away from you…" Lynn said, organizing his words. A few seconds later, he scratched his head and added, "I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it seems to contain some important knowledge that could be useful to you. You can try absorbing it—don't worry about assimilation. This knowledge has been filtered by 'me,' so it's safe…"

As he spoke, Lynn couldn't help but internally complain about how generous his True Self was—always giving out knowledge so freely.

But this knowledge wasn't something just anyone could handle. One of the reasons Lynn's assimilation value skyrocketed was due to his instinctive filtering of this knowledge, as if he had done it often before.

'Damn it, why do I sometimes feel like I've done something like this kind of thing before?' Lynn couldn't help but frown. He couldn't remember anything, but a feeling of irritation remained, as though these weren't pleasant memories.

Bethel was momentarily stunned by Lynn's words. He took the bubble from Lynn without rushing to absorb it and instead looked at Lynn with some concern. "Are you alright?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. You should be more concerned about Angel of Secrets; his condition probably isn't great…" Lynn waved his hand dismissively and yawned. "When you get the chance, absorb it. It might bring you some unique insights."

"Alright." Bethel nodded without hesitation.

Klein, who was watching, felt curious and then seemed to realize something. He looked at Lynn and asked, "You don't know the specifics of the knowledge you filtered?"

"No way! If I knew exactly what it was, I'd probably explode…" Lynn rolled his eyes in exasperation, propping his chin up with one hand. Looking at the Fool at the head of the bronze long table, he suddenly remembered something and started laughing. "By the way, you're pretty good at saying sentimental things—so touching!"

Klein: … Confirmed, it's definitely that silly husky from before!

Mr. Fool returned the eye roll but didn't say anything.

Just a moment ago, fully focused on awakening Lynn's humanity, Mr. Fool hadn't felt anything. But now, as he came to his senses, he too felt a bit embarrassed.

It wasn't that he was worried about being gay, but more so that saying things like "You are my friend" felt incredibly juvenile… like something a grade-schooler would say.

'Ah, he's definitely dragged me back into his familiar territory…' Klein thought, his mind calm yet tinged with helplessness and relief.

Fortunately, Lynn hadn't remained in that indifferent state for long. Otherwise, Klein really wouldn't have known what to do.

However, the post-Tarot Club "chit-chat" clearly ended there. Though Klein and Mr. Door were both concerned about Lynn's condition and curious about what exactly that great incident was, the Sefirah Castle wasn't the right place to discuss such topics.

After a brief farewell, Lynn and Mr. Door returned to reality. Klein, on the other hand, stayed behind in the Sefirah Castle, intending to check on the situation on the Angel of Secrets' side through Little Sun.

Godforsaken Land, Silver City.

After sending his main body to sleep to recover, Lynn's divine avatar, which had been in a dormant state, finally returned to normal.

Little Sun, Derrick, naturally knew nothing of this. He hadn't noticed anything unusual about the Angel of Secrets' state and simply assumed he was engrossed in reading.

Medici, however, immediately looked at Lynn and then frowned, clearly sensing something.

If there were a few people in this world most familiar with Lynn's state when his assimilation value spiked, the War Angel Medici was undoubtedly one of them.

"What happened to you this time?" Medici asked in his usual sarcastic tone, though there was a hint of concern and confusion beneath it.

Medici was indeed puzzled. It was just a meeting, and Derrick had returned unscathed, showing no signs of anything unusual happening during the meeting. So, why did Lynn suddenly seem in worse shape?

"Just a minor accident, nothing to worry about." Lynn replied, standing up and walking to the window. Through it, he could see the golden sphere of light hanging in the air and the people moving around beneath it.

Lynn's cold gaze swept over these people before fixing on a certain direction.

The trace of power he despised was in this forsaken land, in the direction of…

The Giant King's Court.

"I see, you're waiting for me to come to you." Lynn suddenly laughed—a laugh devoid of much emotion, tinged instead with coldness. "Alright then, I'll come see you!" The words were spoken in a voice that was cheerful, like a happy little bird.

Medici raised an eyebrow at this. He didn't know who Lynn was referring to, but in that moment, Lynn reminded him strongly of someone.

Amon.

'No, not Amon…' Medici suddenly dismissed the thought. He too frowned as he looked in the direction Lynn was staring, wondering what he was thinking.

"Your Highness, are you going to meet a friend?" Little Sun, Derrick, asked curiously, unaware of the subtle change in Lynn's demeanor. After all, Derrick wasn't a particularly perceptive person and didn't know Lynn well.

"I'm not sure, but probably not a friend…" Lynn shook his head. Looking at Little Sun, he suddenly said, "Could you do something for me?"

"Yes...?" Little Sun replied, puzzled.

"Something like, recite a passage from the Bible of The Fool?" Lynn said matter-of-factly.

(End of Chapter)

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