Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"I am...Merlin Hermes..."

Klein said with difficulty.

This reasoning was too meticulous, and it found Klein's loopholes from a tricky angle. His unfamiliarity with and negligence of this era, fueled by the lack of time, successfully left himself with disasters.

After all, no one is perfect.

It seemed that there were still some tiny loopholes in these precise reasonings, but Klein, with his confused mind, found it difficult to accurately identify the weaknesses and counterattack.

The Nine of Spades was still not satisfied with this answer, and he raised his spear again.

Hey, hey, hey.

“I admit that your fate is ordinary, even eerily quiet. Even the extraordinary ones in the path of fate cannot glimpse the ripples in your fate.

"But considering your legendary experience in Backlund Dungeon, isn't this dull fate surprising?

“Divination, prophecy, voyeurism… every extraordinary exploration was successful, but every time the result was inconsistent and full of convincing misleading.

"If it weren't for the Seven of Hearts telling me what Gehrman did in Backlund Underground City, others would really believe that you were just an ordinary wandering magician.

"Your true destiny has been embellished and covered up, and others who spy on and connect with you can only see a self-consistent and ordinary template.

"But as long as there is sufficient intelligence support, a scientific divination interrogation system, advanced science and technology, and unlimited patience and experience, your [Speciality] can still be identified."

"..."

Big data divination, bro!

As long as I do enough divination, there will definitely be logical loopholes!

Klein didn't know how to evaluate this mature system that overtook others. The wisdom of these humans deserves respect and praise, but using this method can only find [problems], and it is difficult to get a true [answer] at the level of gods.

However, many times, even if one simply discovers a [problem], it can bring about a huge turning point in a confusing situation and provide a glimpse into the hidden traces of certain mysterious events.

But this still carries a huge risk. Even if one relies on a low-level method to find the truth of the extraordinary world, if one really pries open a corner of the chess game of the gods, and the mortal brain uses simple thinking to capture and dig out the truth of the world, this high-level [knowledge] - information, knowledge, technology, strategy, words - will easily drag the low-level investigator into the abyss of madness.

If you take one more step forward, you will be doomed.

...For these lunatics, perhaps reason and normality are just necessary sacrifices in exchange for fun...

"Name, then?"

The interrogation finally entered a stage that Crane was familiar with, even though it didn't seem very important.

"…Merlin Hermes."

"Country of Citizenship?"

"A Loenese."

"Extraordinary path?"

The Nine of Spades gets straight to the point.

"…A fortune teller?"

"sequence?"

“Sequence Seven…”

Nine of Spades raised his eyebrows. He pulled the chair and quickly approached Klein, but stopped at the intersection of light and shadow and continued the interrogation in the dark.

"Sequence seven? I suggest you reorganize your words before speaking."

"It's really Sequence Seven. I have officially registered it. If you don't believe me, go and check Loen's database. It's clearly written..."

Snapped!

Before Klein could finish his words, the Nine of Spades pulled out a jar from his pocket and threw it at Klein's feet.

The glass bottle rolled to Klein's feet, and he focused his attention to take a closer look.

This is the flesh and bone dug out from his own wrist.

Just looking at it made me feel a phantom pain churning through my chaotic mind. The remaining wound was covered with a metal lock as thick as a finger.

Klein used his foot to straighten the glass bottle and carefully observed it under the light from above. The flesh and blood in the bottle appeared in a strange state. It looked like two pieces of fresh flesh sandwiched between skin, but in fact, the scarlet cuts around it did not have the feeling of rotting flesh, but instead extended outward to grow into transparent granulations.

All the flesh buds kept twitching and shaking in the air, trying to break free from the doomed flesh and blood disguise and regain their freedom, but this half-insect and half-flesh body was destined to imprison them in place.

This is what I dug out from my own hands.

Star Bug Swarm!

"Can a magician really dig out a star worm belonging to an angel from his body?"

Klein swallowed hard.

Under the impact of the negative effects of the illusion, he was unable to contact the star worms trapped in the glass bottles. What was even more strange was that these star worms did not completely collapse, but were stuck in a strange state where they were half flesh and half worm, without completely removing their disguises.

The mythical creature with great destructive power was swaggering and rolling on the ground, but the Nine of Spades in front of him was not affected at all and moved calmly.

There is something wrong with this interrogation room!

Or maybe there's something wrong with the Nine of Spades!

"sequence?"

“…Sequence Two.”

"Which extraordinary organization do you belong to?"

"No...I am free."

"Are you here in Bayam to look for treasure?"

"..."

"Then, it is to carry out some kind of evil sacrificial ritual."

“…No, I…”

"Then it seems that you are here to carry out a terrorist attack."

"No, I can't just come here to watch..."

"Sightseeing? Do you think I would believe that?" Spade Nine was unmoved. "Who is the god you believe in?"

"...I am a magician of the Wandering School, so of course I believe in the Lost God."

"So you're coming to Bayam to carry out a terrorist attack?"

"So I can't... so I want Bayam to come sightsee!"

"There are many ways to make a pilgrimage. You can also choose to use your great power to overthrow the current regime of the Rorsted Republic, or even eradicate the existing Lost Church and rebuild one according to your own preferences."

"Why would I do that—no, I look—"

“Don’t you want to be promoted to Sequence One? As long as you overthrow the Pope who currently serves God, you can become God’s new favorite and complete the ritual of the [Mysterious Servant].”

"...Wait, that's not..."

In the repeated conversations and interrogations filled with traps, Klein keenly captured a sharp sense of uneasiness.

"But with this sublime power belonging to angels in your hands, don't you want to use it wantonly? The joy of dominating, controlling, enslaving, and playing with others - that supreme power that belongs only to God!"

"……I……"

"If you really have a hammer in your hand, doesn't it make everything look like a nail?"

The Nine of Spades spoke faster and faster, not giving Klein any chance to react or answer.

"Angel, angel! What a great and noble existence! As long as you think about it, the entire Rorsted Archipelago will crawl at your feet.

"Why aren't you tempted? How could you not be tempted? There's no reason for you not to be tempted?"

“No! No! That’s not the case!!” Klein had a splitting headache and argued for himself feebly.

“As long as you take that step, as long as you extend your guile to the islanders, as long as your mind tilts between the islands, you can get whatever you want.

“But why not?

"Is the Sonya wine here not strong enough? Is the science and technology here not tough enough? Is the sea waves and winds between the archipelagoes not strong enough?"

"Are the people here not enough to be used as bargaining chips for your interests in your eyes?!"

The Nine of Spades stood up and rushed forward, pressing the tip of the obsidian spear against Klein's throat, and shouted condescendingly.

"Answer me, who are you?

"Are you the [Lord of Mysteries]?!"