Chapter 229: Above the Grey Fog

At this moment, Chumen was like someone looking at Klein through a layer of Grey Fog.

Sefirah Castle was hidden too deeply for him to find, but by relying on the secret connection between the Dream card and Klein, he was still able to perceive what was happening inside Sefirah Castle.

He did not force his way in, merely ensuring that the Little Quilt would not directly erode Klein at this time.

Fortunately, there had been no movement so far.

Since there was none now, then likely before the level of Demigod or Angel, the Little Quilt would not have any movement.

Amidst the Grey Fog, Klein stood there in a daze, then tentatively stretched out his right hand to touch a deep red star.

Hum!

A ripple seemed to be oscillating on the surface of the deep red star.

Klein was slightly startled, feeling as if some kind of power was draining from his mind; he hurriedly withdrew his hand, but in his panic, he touched another deep red star.

At this moment, a burst of Dream Phosphor seemed to erupt from Klein, and the power of the two stars suddenly surged at a certain moment, each colliding with another star.

In this way, four stars had been triggered.

"That's more like it!"

Chumen withdrew his hand with a calm expression; he had just plucked the Causality Thread, causing Mr. Fool, who was about to grasp good luck, to have a bit of bad luck, triggering four deep red stars on the first try.

And the eruption of that Dream Phosphor also prevented Klein from fainting due to triggering four stars.

Those four deep red stars expanded, and a human figure was reflected from each of them.

The deep red light obscured these people's eyes, and then they saw Klein, who was shrouded in grey-white mist.

Two men and two women, all four of them displayed great panic and awe.

"Sir, what... are you doing?" a girl whose figure was also blurry, but whose luxurious clothing could be vaguely discerned, asked with some fear.

This instant seemed to be infinitely elongated; Klein's thoughts raced, and he made a decision.

"An attempt."

Coupled with the majestic sense of Mysteries bolstered by the Grey Fog, he truly was a great existence awakening from ancient times.

The other four were all panicked by this answer, but there was also a hint of excitement.

"Could this be the legendary Phantom Realm?" the girl seemed somewhat excited.

"No, this is not the Phantom Realm." A woman wearing casual clothing with long brown hair looked at Klein cautiously and said, "I have been to that Dream world before."

"Is this your Shenshen?" A tall youth wearing ancient attire seemed not to understand the situation before him and asked Klein.

He was even using Ancient Hermes, which Klein only managed to understand thanks to his knowledge accumulated as a history graduate.

Another man with deep blue hair also looked over; for a Beyonder, Ancient Hermes was a must-master language.

Klein felt a bit of pressure, but the self-cultivation of an Actor and the bolstering of the Grey Fog allowed him to maintain his mystery; he simply nodded slightly.

At this very moment, this vast expanse of Grey Fog surged wildly.

All four were shocked, and then they saw towering stone pillars, saw a wide dome, and also saw a long bronze table and chairs with mysterious patterns carved into their backs.

A huge meeting hall, as if prepared for the legendary gods, appeared.

The four of them happened to sit facing each other by gender, close to Klein who sat at the very head.

Hiss, I didn't do this...

Klein was also taken aback, but his expression was hidden by the Grey Fog, and no one could perceive his emotions.

Such a method of Creation completely subdued everyone, and all four looked at Klein with awe.

Shenshen... Klein recalled this term; it was only after he had nodded just now that this Grey Fog had undergone such a transformation.

"Your great power is comparable to a god, it is awe-inspiring." The blue-haired man realized something, lowered his head, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

"How truly magical..." The noble girl looked left and right, up and down, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sir... how should we address you?" This noble girl could not yet understand such a "great existence"; although there was awe, it was clearly not as heavy as the other three.

"You may address me as..."

"...'Fool'!"

For a moment, Klein felt that Dream wouldn't be bad either, but he still played it safe.

This title once again set people's imaginations running wild, propping up Klein's status.

"Is this the beginning of the Tarot Card? Then can I choose one?" The noble girl was somewhat jubilant, unable to wait to participate in such a meeting.

"Of course." Klein nodded with a smile, appearing indifferent.

"Then I choose 'Justice'!" The noble girl Audrey Hall made her choice, and then she looked at the others.

The happy voice of Miss Justice had a strong infectious quality; most importantly, Klein's permission caused the others' minds to become active.

"I choose 'Hanged Man'." That blue-haired Alger Wilson said in a deep voice.

"I choose 'Magician'." Fors Wall, wearing casual clothing, also made her choice.

"What are you all talking about?" Everyone looked at the last person, but he was a bit confused and asked in Ancient Hermes.

"You don't understand Loen?" Mr. Hanged Man was somewhat surprised and communicated with him in Ancient Hermes.

"I don't know what Loen is?" Derrick Berg, who was tall but actually still young, scratched his head.

"..." Klein blinked, recalling the scene of the Shenshen appearing just now, and a thought arose.

A certain power appeared, directly smoothing out the language barrier.

Klein leaned back slightly and just nodded gently.

"How magical..." Miss Justice explained to this last youth.

"I choose 'Sun'!" Derrick Berg made his choice.

The group, having set their codenames, felt even more relaxed and gradually began to have other thoughts, including but not limited to the trading of formulas and the exchange of Beyonder knowledge.

To maintain his status, Klein just watched with a smile, listening in on the side, and gained a deeper understanding of this world.

"The 'Tarot Club'..." Chumen smiled, watching the formation of this mysterious organization from the sidelines.

Of course, he also took a screenshot while he was at it, the kind with no blind spots from any of the three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Let's call it 'Legend of the Fool'." Chumen turned this scene into a book, with the Roselle Diary beside it.

Speaking of the Roselle Diary... well, Roselle did not experience an assassination, but instead retreated at the peak of his power.

But his diary was still scattered, spreading widely.

Well, Chumen did all of this, and it was done with Roselle's consent; the ones that were scattered were all personally selected by Roselle, absolutely pure, natural, and harmless.

However, as a trade, Roselle needed to participate in the cultivation plan for the "little fellow countryman"...