Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Another new day.

Mrs. Misty always gets up early. In order to save money, the Mathesons sleep directly in the theater and do not buy other houses. As a circus juggler, even if you use prosthetics, you should get up early every day to practice basic skills. This is professionalism.

After she was dressed up and ready to start today's work, she went to the hall to prepare to open the theater.

The door opened as usual, but Mrs. Misty found something dropped at her feet.

It was an extraordinary item generated by the Joker's extraordinary characteristic.

A red bow tie.

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The sticky black liquid sank along the gaps between the tiles, passed through the thick soil and various dense pipes, and finally escaped from the dangerous ground and found a safe house in the underground city.

The liquid seeped through the old concrete, dripped into the abandoned basement, and finally formed a small puddle on the basement floor.

Before the black liquid could wriggle away, a woman walked out from the shadows. She was dressed like a homeless person, but with several bulging packages hanging around her waist and a large, tattered cloak covering everything, making it impossible to see the equipment and the woman's face.

Then the woman took out a golden wine glass and scooped up all the black liquid on the ground.

"[No peeping or trespassing is allowed here. Violators will be put to death!]"

Following the woman's command, a powerful barrier rose silently in the small room. The woman then pulled out a silver knife and quickly built a spiritual wall.

"You failed, Nelson."

The woman put the knife back into her bag with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"Even though you are now the Holy Grail recognized by God, and even though I have carefully prepared such excellent conditions for you, you still failed at the last step. How sad."

"Shut up, bitch!"

At this time, Nelson abandoned most of his body in order to escape, leaving only a little bit of it to transform into the [Desire Incarnation] that condensed emotions and desires, and fled to the underground city with his extraordinary characteristics. Now, the remaining black viscous liquid was put into the [Glorious Golden Cup] by the woman, and would be taken back for further planning.

The black, sticky liquid condensed in the wine glass and finally turned into a mouth, yelling at the woman.

"If you have the guts, go fight that magician!

"Every move I made was so perfect! Every kill I made was so gorgeous! My actions this time were impeccable!

"How can this be considered a failure? This is clearly a successful play! A great festival!

“As for that magician…Hahahaha! Merlin Hermes! How interesting, so interesting!

"I admit, I was a little mad when I found out he had messed up my script - nobody can ruin my performance. Nobody!

“But now, I have finally pulled myself out of that chaos, and I discovered that this was not some damaged, defective product, but another new, exquisite performance!

"I can see that he would be perfect for climbing the Ten Thousand Heavens with us! I even suspect that the magician would enjoy it!"

"Hehe, wake up, he is not on our side." The woman's words were full of sarcasm.

"I have a feeling that I will meet him again." Nelson laughed loudly. His hoarse and noisy voice made the woman even more disgusted. "By then, there will definitely be a truly wonderful and magnificent performance, and I will definitely give that magician the most grand finale! Hahahahaha!"

"Since you were having so much fun, why didn't you just die in the battle? In the end, you lost to your desire to survive." The woman said sarcastically, "It would be great and dramatic if we died heroically together. This way, I can apply to the high priest to choose a new Holy Grail."

"Shut up, Holy Axe, and don't talk to me in that damn tone of your army!" Nelson, who was left with only his mouth open, cursed, "Has anyone ever told you that you are such a bitch?"

"If this were in the military, you would have been court-martialed!"

"The will to survive... Yes, I admit it! It's the will to survive, so what? Don't you think that this performance became so wonderful because of the various 'props' themselves and the will to survive and ideals of the performer, me?

"Now it seems that I still didn't put enough effort into the script before. I won't make this amateur mistake next time. Next time...hahahahaha!!"

"……madman!"

Holy Axe didn't want to have this meaningless conversation anymore. She issued a decree to Nelson in the Glorious Golden Cup, forbidding him to speak without restraint.

Putting the [Glorious Golden Cup] into his waist bag, the Holy Axe touched the wall of law and spirituality and walked out of the safe house. After sneaking along the corridor that was about to collapse for a few minutes, and then pushing open a dilapidated door, the Holy Axe came to an underground city square from an inconspicuous place.

There was no real, open, flat ground in the underground city. It was called a "square", but it was actually a huge, wide underground room. The whole room was at least as big as a basketball stadium, with a ridiculously strong arch structure supporting the heavy soil above.

The Holy Grail didn't know why this giant space structure here had become part of the underground city. Maybe it was originally intended to be mined but was eventually abandoned by time, or maybe it was later taken away by the lunatics hiding in the underground space. No matter what it was originally, it now perfectly serves as the "square".

Some people held boxes and looked around vigilantly, hoping that someone would come to buy their things so that they could make a fortune. However, they were also afraid that someone would step out to snatch the goods and commit the kind of black-eating-black activity that is unique to dungeons.

This kind of cautious and disorderly transaction is the norm in the underground city square, but today, a group of people gathered in the square abnormally. A ragged man was surrounded by the crowd, pointing at the monitor in his arms with righteous indignation.

The Holy Axe quietly passed by the man giving the speech and stuffed a stack of prepared papers into the speaker's pocket.

Just as planned, the man didn't react at all, as if this matter didn't exist at all.

"See? This is the high-rise building that was blown up yesterday! Those damn Feynetbots!"

The man passionately incites those around him.

"They deserve it! They are so arrogant! This is the punishment from God!"

"They are guilty! Because they took our money!

"Stop looking, you bastards! I know you've been holding it in for a long time. You're all tired of living underground. Who doesn't want to go above ground and live a good life with gold and silver? But you don't know how to live that kind of life!

"Now, the opportunity is before you!

“Blow them up, kill them, take their money so we can be them!

“Follow me and become whoever you want to be!

"Whether it's the high-ranking rich or the lowly underground people...

"We will eventually...become one!"