Chapter 345: The Fool's Crown (3800 Plus)

Inside the bedroom.

The scenery around the furniture instantly became deep and dark, and an inexplicable door swung open.

Immediately, a human figure slowly emerged, holding a strange crown in his hand.

Its design was ugly, like a clumsy work molded by a child with mud, and the color proportions were also uncoordinated—red, gold, blue, green... as if it were a piece of white paper scribbled on at random.

In the center of the crown was embedded a black and white crystal.

"An 'Angel-level' Strange Object—the Crown of the Fool!"

Aaron tossed the crown and sighed.

A young man with golden hair and a few freckles was curiously examining a copy of *A Brief History of the Fabri Dynasty* in his hands, reading the very ancient language on it: "The Spirit of Falsehood wandering in the unknown? Which existence is this?"

But this could not stump a top student of the Grammar Academy.

At this moment, a male classmate came over, his face unable to hide his astonishment: "The kingdom is building momentum for several brand-new churches... combined with the previous Lecture Hall Tragedy, it seems something incredible is about to happen in terms of religion."

Mottled sunlight spilled through the huge windows, and old bookshelves were neatly arranged, extending continuously into the library.

Although this Divine Oracle was somewhat strange, she prepared to execute it meticulously.

The next moment, his thoughts radiated far and wide, as if he had arrived in the Spirit World, overlooking the outline of the entire Mortal World.

The New Continent, the Old Continent, and a dark ocean... although most of it was shrouded in a layer of mist, the general shape was consistent with the map.

The next moment, a scene appeared in Metana's mind: it was night, the clock hands pointed to twelve midnight, and she was fast asleep.

'Sorry... your method of praying to gods in a panic is something I only want to smash with a divine punishment if I see it.'

This made Nicholas feel excited inside, but looking at the clamor in front of him, he still endured it.

Baron Jacques's home.

Those who chant the True God's honorific name, even if there is no response for a time, are actually registered with the True God!

"Oh, I'll go take a look." The young man named Yuehan put down his book, and the scene suddenly shattered.

For example, Aaron could notice that Yuehan at any time through this mark, and even... exert influence!

If one encounters an Evil God or a mad Hidden Existence, it would indeed become quite dangerous.

"Great 'Moluo God'... I have successfully passed the review of the Special Investigation Department... they believe my father was a victim, and I am more of an innocent person who was caught in the crossfire..."

After a shaman-like indigenous Wizard finished sacrificing to this unknown 'Great Spirit', the conversation turned, and he began ordering people to bring up a tray containing eyeballs covered in blood.

Aaron continued to cast his inspiration into another point of light, following the invisible connection into the Mortal World.

The young man thought proudly, while studying the strokes of this line of text: "It is rather delicate; the person who wrote it had very weak strength, it looks like a woman wrote it... Why make a special note in the religious history section of the Fabri Dynasty? Doesn't this dynasty only believe in the Foreign God—the 【Green Banyan Tree Grandmother】?"

Just at this moment, a scene appeared in his mind.

Metana was both surprised and delighted: "12 o'clock tonight? Sleep on time?"

His craftsmanship was indeed a bit sloppy; there were some mistakes when forging the Magical Item, and although he barely made up for them, the shape of the crown could no longer be changed...

"In the Mysterious world, one must be cautious when speaking."

Inside the grand religious hall.

At the same time, he loudly chanted in Voodoo Language: "Crimson Moon, mother of all Evil Spirits, please bless our tribe, curse those people on the ships who invaded our land..."

This time, he seemed to have arrived in the New Continent, South Innis.

However, as long as the honorific name described earlier is accurate, there is indeed not much difference.

A group of indigenous people wearing feathers and animal skins surrounded a bonfire, loudly chanting incantations passed down from Ancient times in Voodoo Language:

"Yuehan, big news!"

This line was not the main text of the manuscript, but a note belonging to a later person, written in a very obscure language.

Therefore, in order to expand the response range, Aaron directly embedded the residual characteristics of the 'God of Suffering' onto it, utilizing its status comparable to an 'Immortal' and the relay convenience of the Spirit World's signal tower to conduct a worldwide 'response'!

Every point of light that lit up in the mist represented a person in the Mortal World chanting the honorific name of the 'Spirit of Falsehood'!

Spirituality was consuming rapidly, and Aaron glanced at it, finding quite a few points of light, feeling somewhat wonderful: "It's actually not just people from the 'Invisible Cult'... hmm, the remaining eighty percent are Extraordinary who study Ancient Secret History, or curious ordinary people, or even desperate fanatics trying many ways..."

Amidst these mists and darkness, only sporadic points of light flickered.

"Great Spirit from the unknown, untouchable existence..."

Before the bonfire, there was also the freshly dissected red heart of prey as an Offering.

At the same moment, the sisters Yefunai and Lili, and even Percy who was investigating under the Investigation Headquarters, received the revelation of the 'Spirit of Falsehood'.

Aaron looked at the invisible mark that had fallen on Yuehan, but sighed: "Already marked?"

'What else is there to discuss? If we want to compete with the True God Church, we must also launch our own Extraordinary power. Call it the Inquisition, Black-robed Friar, whatever... the key is to master power. They don't not understand; they are just fighting for power.'

His inspiration quickly plunged into a point of light, as if falling along an invisible thread, entering the Mortal World, watching everything that happened from the perspective of an observer.

Nicholas wore a red Bishop's robe, watching a pile of white-haired old men arguing until their faces were red and ears were red, and couldn't help but yawn.

Plymouth.

The Baron's daughter—Metana Yake, was in her bedroom, praying in a low voice.

Although she already knew the honorific name of the 'Spirit of Falsehood', Metana believed that this great existence had a deep meaning when He saved her in the image of the 'Moluo God' initially.

Watching this scene, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he silently slandered.

Yefunai and the others were naturally happy to thank the divine revelation.

"Has my Lord descended a Divine Oracle?"

Aaron looked around, sat down on the bed, and put on the 'Crown of the Fool'.

'Sure enough... there will always be people tracing the tracks of Hidden Existences who have left their names in history, but they are not who I am looking for.'

The 'Crown of the Fool' is only an 'Angel-level' Strange Object; in terms of response range, it only covers about a large city.

……

Aaron's inspiration radiated outward, sensing several even more dazzling points of light, and, converging at the approximate location of Plymouth, they brought him an aura of intimacy.

Therefore, even when offering a Prayer, it was directed toward the "Moluo God."

Seeing that there seemed to be no response, the old Wizard began to pray to other Hidden Existences again; it sounded as if he were praising the sun……

Percy, meanwhile, gazed at the collapsed building of the Investigation General Bureau and that stone platform, falling into silence……

Overslept, my fault, cry.

(End of this chapter)