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THE FOOL : ERA OF MYSTERIES BEGINS

In the heart of the steampunk city of Babel, Jesper awakens to a world forever changed. After mysteriously rising from his own grave, he finds himself disoriented and alone without anything but the fool card. Clutching a cryptic letter from his uncle and a sinister Fool card, Jesper is thrust into a labyrinth of secrets and unexplainable mysteries. Navigating the bustling, gear-laden streets of Babel, Jesper encounters enigmatic figures and uncovers hidden truths about the city’s dark underbelly. Each step deeper into the mystery reveals a city teeming with magical realism—where machines whisper secrets and the line between the living and the dead blurs. Jesper's journey is marked by unsettling encounters and haunting visions, pushing him to question the nature of reality and his own sanity. Guided by the Fool card’s cryptic clues, he must unravel the truth behind his resurrection and the sinister forces at play. As Jesper delves deeper, he discovers a hidden network of night hunters and arcane practitioners who hold the key to Babel’s dark secrets. In a world where magic and machinery intertwine, Jesper must navigate treacherous alliances and deadly enemies to uncover the truth and reclaim his lost life. "This is the beginning of the Fool's journey within the abyss - or should i say mine is." - Jesper Hasington.

DivineCrimson · Fantasia
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71 Chs

Being Watched Again

In my panic, driven by the maddening laughter and the rain of spiders, I bolted, my legs carrying me faster than I thought possible. I didn't care where I was going; I just needed to escape. My strides were wild, uncoordinated, until I slammed straight through a glass door. The crash of shattering glass echoed around me, and I fell forward, the jagged shards cutting into my skin.

I hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the wind out of me. The floor felt cool and damp beneath me, a stark contrast to the oppressive air inside the mansion. I took a moment to breathe, the scent of earth and decaying vegetation filling my nostrils. It was oddly calming, a brief respite from the horrors inside.

I pushed myself up, and immediately took of my coat and veist inside, before shrughing off the remaining spiders from my heair and legs. Still at edge of fear, I looked around, the dim glow of the moon were casting eerie shadows around me. As my eyes adjusted, I realized I was in an open space. The relief was short-lived. Under the moon's pale light, I saw that It was an indoor garden, but not just any garden. This one had been overtaken by years of rain and the uncaring passage of time, turning it into a wild, untamed jungle.

My heart still raced, but I forced myself to take in my surroundings. The garden was enclosed by tall, twenty-foot-high walls, trapping me in. There was no roof, but the walls were as good as prison bars. I looked around frantically for a way out, but there was none.

The feeling of being wat hed creeped up on me again. The plants around me seemed almost sensible, their leaves rustling without any breeze, their leaves casting an eerieglow under pale moonlight.

I took a hesitant step forward, my foot crunching on dead leaves. The sound echoed unnaturally, as if walking into the long cave, distant and hollow.

The deepr i ventured, more the glow intensified, and I could see strange, alien-looking flowers opening and closing, their petals twitching as if sensing my presence. I gulped down, i should test my luch here. I thought but, going back to mansion and face those spider and weeping portrait prompted me forward.

My panic was rising again. The garden seemed to close in on me, the walls feeling higher, the vegetation denser. The hum turned into a cacophony of whispers, voices speaking in a language I couldn't understand. The plants seemed to whisper too, their leaves rustling together, creating an eerie symphony of sound.

Desperation clawed at me. I had to find a way out. My eyes scanned the walls, in desprate servh for gap or hole, looking any escape. But the walls were solid, covered in thick that made sure no one can pass through them.

Suddenly, i stumbled backward, my foot catching on a root. I fell again, landing on the damp earth. As soon as i did, As if responding to an unseen signal, every plant in the garden turned towards me, i went stiff again, a moment stretched in silence, and then they snapped opened their eyes in unison.

My heart jumped into my throat. I felt a surge of pure terror and, without thinking, I turned and ran back the way I had come, desperate to escape those plants malevolent gaze.

"They have eyes! God these plants have eyes!" I shouted as i ran, "Damn this house, damn Dr. Trust, damn my uncle for bringing me to this godforsaken place!" I cursed under my breath, my feet pounding against the ground as I sprinted back into the mansion.

The air inside the mansion was thick with smoke and heat. My fallen lantern had ignited the dry, decaying wood, and flames were spreading rapidly. The hall was engulfed in a raging inferno, the fire crackling and roaring as it devoured everything in its path.

"Damn itttt!" I swore again, coughing as the smoke filled my lungs. I had to get out, but the fire blocked my way. The mansion seemed to be fighting back, trapping me within its fiery grasp.

I dashed toward the nearest exit, my eyes watering from the smoke. The flames licked at the walls, climbing higher and higher, turning the once-grand mansion into a blazing hellscape. My mind raced, frantic thoughts jumbling together. The garden, the portrait, the laughter—it was all too much.

"Just let me out!" I yelled, the sound of my own voice barely audible over the roar of the fire. I could feel the heat searing my skin, the air scorching my throat.

Finally, I spotted a way forwrds through the thick smoke, where i thought the main entrance to be. I ran towards it, my body aching, my lungs burning. I could feel the fire closing in behind me, the flames reaching out like fiery hands, trying to pull me back.

As I ran toward the exit, I was stunned to realize I had lost my way. How could I have gotten turned around at a time like this? Panic surged through me as I moved frantically through the burning hall, the flames growing larger and more menacing with each passing second.

"I don't have much time. This place will fall any moment," I muttered to myself, desperately scanning my surroundings. "Damn it, where is the door I came from?"

My heart sank as I looked around, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the entrance. There were only tall wooden walls of the mansion, closing in on me with every flicker of the flames.

"How is this possible? I just came through here half an hour ago!" I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation. The entrance door had vanished as if it had never been there at all.

My heart pounded in my chest, and my mind went blank. What could I do now? There was no way out, no escape from this burning hell. I was trapped, and the fire was closing in.

The heat was unbearable, the smoke choking me as I struggled to think. Every exit I thought I remembered was now just another impassable wall of flames. The mansion seemed to be alive, mocking me, trapping me in its fiery grip.

In that moment of despair, I felt utterly helpless. My mind was a whirl of fear and confusion, my legs trembling beneath me.

Was this how it would end? Trapped in a nightmare of my own making, consumed by the very flames that I had accidentally ignited?

"No, I can't give up!" I screamed, more to convince myself than anything else. I forced myself to keep moving, to keep searching, even as the fire raged around me. I had to find a way out. There had to be a way out.

Panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I pushed it down, focusing on the one thing that had kept me going this far: survival. I had to survive. I had to escape this cursed place, no matter what.

With renewed determination, I kept searching, refusing to believe that this was the end. There had to be a way out. There had to be.

Suddenly, a large burning debris crashed down from the ceiling, landing perilously close to me. Snapping me out of my daze. I looked forward, The small cluster of spiders I had seen earlier was caught in the blaze, their tiny bodies crackling like firecrackers within the inferno.

"Serves you right, damn insects," I muttered, a bitter satisfaction briefly cutting through my terror. But the sight of the burning wreckage jolted me back to reality. I couldn't let myself get distracted or defeated. There had to be another way out. I couldn't give up now.

"There must be another way," I told myself, my voice shaky but determined. "I can't give up."

The heat was intense, sweat pouring down my face as I scanned the room once more. The flames were consuming everything, but maybe, just maybe, there was a path I hadn't seen. I took a deep breath, the smoke stinging my lungs, and forced myself to think clearly.

I needed to move fast. The mansion was falling apart, and every second counted. I could feel the floor beneath me beginning to tremble, threatening to collapse under the weight of the fire.

With renewed determination, I turned away from the impassable walls and began searching for any sign of an exit. There had to be something I missed. There had to be a way out. My life depended on it.

As I stumbled through the inferno-ravaged mansion, my mind raced back to what I had seen during making my way inside the mansion. "There was a balcony on the second floor." I remembered.

If I could make it there, I might be able to jump outside.