Mysteries: Arcana Wars

At night, in the suburbs of Backlund, outside the abandoned factory wall.

Dodge Lamar, who was supposed to be in the hotel preparing for three performances the next day, was struggling in pain in the bushes.

The swaying trees became tall adults, the shaking bushes became young children, the dilapidated walls became seats in the theater, and the bright moonlight descended from the sky, becoming the brightest spotlight in the theater. But the evening breeze brought the crowd's disappointed laughter.

Dodge Rama, who was in a trance, held his head and screamed. Under the influence of his extraordinary ability, his inferiority and arrogance were infinitely magnified, and his desire to prove himself quickly expanded. On the way to the hotel where Backlund was staying, he braked, took off all his clothes except for his red bow tie, and rushed naked to the deserted abandoned factory to vent his desire to perform, but those rising chaotic emotions directly burned his sanity under the moonlight.

Filthy and evil whispers exploded in Dodger Lamar's mind. He collapsed and took the hoe handed to him, split his flesh and limbs with force, dug out the implants he was proud of, scraped off his face with auxiliary devices, took off his delicate mechanical left arm, and presented all his bloody prostheses to the murderer in front of him.

A Sequence 8 "clown" had no ability to resist the "criminal" Path Demigod, and completely became the opponent's plaything.

In Dodger Rama's psychedelic consciousness, he proved himself with a perfect performance. He proudly presented his own juggling drone to the audience with both hands, proudly showing everyone his inventions and creations.

In fact, he was just a prop for the demigod's performance. The technology that was supposed to create laughter and romance became an accomplice of the devil's violence.

Nelson Korodeko took the prosthetic parts comfortably, replaced them with the Lava Sword to melt his left arm and face, controlled Dodge Rama to install a full set of prosthetics on himself, and forcibly accepted the prosthetics with the help of potions and his own strong recovery ability.

Dodge Lamar, who had lost everything, walked tremblingly to the wall with a blood-stained hoe in his hand. His festering mouth was still muttering about the audience's cheers intermittently. Before he could finish thanking all the guests tonight, an evil wind brought a horrible and filthy word.

"die!"

boom!

The clown, who was left with only a red bow tie, suddenly had his brain exploded, and the legend of the new era came to an end.

Nelson was happily waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to merge with the red bow, controlling Dodge Rama's drone to take down the newly-made extraordinary items. At the same time, he did not forget to put the holy emblem pendant of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery back on the clown, waiting to taunt those pathetic mechanical heart idiots.

The car that had stopped halfway started again, and Nelson Korodeko's drag show today had just begun.

He has left enough traces now, and the police department, which has been pursuing him relentlessly for the past few months, will definitely pay considerable attention to the suburbs by then.

The extraordinary item created by fusing the bow tie with the Joker's extraordinary characteristics allows Nelson to flexibly control his new mechanical prosthesis and perfectly reproduce the juggling skills and movements of Dodge Rama.

Everything went perfectly as Nelson planned, from checking into the hotel to rehearsal. With Nelson's guidance, no one noticed that the bloody killer had sneaked into the circus of the Clown King.

The first roadshow was very successful. As Nelson expected, under the huge machine of Backlund, the huge pressure of life and work intensity made the people in the office exhausted. As long as a little happiness was ignited in their hearts during the most tiring lunch break, the seeds of desire could be easily planted.

A small desire, not very strong, ignited in people's hearts, enough to make them leave their posts and take the initiative to go to the established stage of the Harvest Church.

Even for large-scale public performances, Nelson was not afraid, as he believed that the ruby ​​ring on his hand would provide him with sufficient anti-prophecy and anti-divination status.

The location of the roadshow was carefully chosen on a street near the Harvest Church, where there were always a few doctors or nurses changing shifts among the crowd. To Nelson's keen sense of smell, the doctors and nurses smelling of disinfectant were so clearly visible on the street.

But when Emlyn bumped into Nelson, Nelson was surprised because he found that his power to control emotions did not affect Emlyn too much, and the happiness that transcended reality did not pry open the doctor's silty hardship.

"Doc, your stuff."

Nelson picked up Emlyn's electronic ID with his prosthetic left arm, and the sensor on his fingertips successfully copied Emlyn's full set of pass keys in the blink of an eye.

Watching the gloomy doctor sneeze and disappear into the joyful street, the conscientious Nelson gave his final farewell to the enthusiastic audience.

It doesn't matter, I got what I wanted.

This little episode did not affect Nelson's happy mood. On the contrary, the magician he met by chance made Nelson very interested.

If there was anything that Nelson was concerned about, it was the magician he met on the street.

The simple magician dressed in the Fifth Epoch style looked elegant on the street full of skyscrapers. In line with the role-playing of Dodger Lamar, Nelson followed Dodger Lamar's style and came to the front of the magician, saying hello to the colleagues passing by and going through the motions.

However, as he got closer, Nelson noticed something a little discordant.

The magician named Hermes seemed out of place in the jubilant crowd. Even though he was just watching quietly with his eyes narrowed, Nelson felt uneasy.

This inexplicable sense of uneasiness and crisis was like a breeze, hazy and vague, appearing and disappearing, with no idea where it came from and quickly dissipating.

Is this magician here to destroy Dodge Lamar's place, or has he seen through me and found out that I am not the real Dodge Lamar?

Or... is my perception disturbed?

The "devil" possesses an extremely powerful foresight of danger. Even though this inexplicable feeling of uneasiness was fleeting, Nelson still remembered the magician firmly.

There is no way, reality will never go as planned, there will always be all kinds of surprises. But Nelson doesn't care about these surprises, or he is good enough to deal with such small surprises, so that his performance will develop as planned.

Although we are not performers of the same genre, I have a feeling that you will make my masterpiece even more wonderful.

Unfortunately, Nelson did not see the magician during the charity performance at the Earth Church Hospital.

It seemed that this magician was not necessarily targeting me specifically. Nelson felt a little disappointed.