Chapter 392: Listening to Little Sun's Story

Derrick was originally anxious to ask about the Fallen Creator, but when

he heard The Hanged Man's question, he answered honestly, "He's dead."

"He's dead?" Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Magician expressed their

surprise at the same time.

They really didn't expect this turn of events. After all, the former

captain of the exploratory team had been locked up for decades without

any problems. Who would've thought that he would die right after they

discussed about him!?

At this moment, aside from Mr. Fool, only the gloomy and reserved The

World maintained his original state.

Derrick nodded and said, "Yes. After I returned to the City of Silver, I

wanted to glean more information from the former captain using Mr.

Hanged Man's suggestions, but he suddenly appeared behind me, asking me

if I was looking for him."

Upon hearing this, Audrey suddenly drew a short breath.

Although The Sun obviously lacked the ability to tell a good story, his

simple descriptions still gave her the feeling of reading horror novels

late into the night. It was as if someone was standing behind her, also

asking, "Are you looking for me?"

Fors was as frightened as she was excited, having found the feeling she

had as a child listening to her mother's recount of a ghost story.

Despite covering her ears in fear, it felt like someone had possessed

her and pried open the gaps between her fingers, allowing the voice to

be transmitted into her brain.

This passage can be written into a novel! As a best-selling

writer, she had outstanding professional instincts!

Alger, being experienced and knowledgeable, subconsciously asked,

"Doesn't your City of Silver's dungeon have seals targeting Rampagers?

Is there no barrier between them? I remember that last time you said

that there was a very powerful and mysterious item at the core."

"Yes, but I don't know how or why he came to my room. He had completely

lost control of himself---his head had split open in the middle and

fluid kept flowing out. There were many cracks on his body, and each

crack was a mouth," Derrick said, describing the scene in passing.

"Then, how did you survive? How did you escape from his, no---its jaws?"

Fors felt immersed, and it was also a question which Audrey was

concerned about.

Alger's reaction was very different from theirs. He thoughtfully

murmured, "It doesn't make sense to put you---a person who only shows

signs of losing control---next to such a dangerous fellow.

"From the looks of it, the upper echelons of your City of Silver, the

members of the six-member council, deliberately made you interact with

him, hoping to gather useful information from him and observe any

corresponding changes.

"So, which elder saved you?"

Derrick's mouth gaped a little, feeling as if Mr. Hanged Man had

personally seen and heard everything that had happened.

*Just based on the situation I described, he was able to guess the

truth. How amazing!* Derrick answered with admiration, "Yes,

just as you said, the Chief appeared just in time and used the mystical

item to deal with the Rampager."

Noticing the respect and admiration from The Sun, Alger let out a

chuckle.

"It's quite an obvious case. As long as one is experienced enough,

you'll easily be able to notice this."

I didn't think of it... Audrey muttered to herself, somewhat

depressed.

I couldn't tell... Fors ran her hand through her hair,

ashamed.

I didn't think in that direction... The World repeated Mr.

Fool's sigh.

After saying that, Alger frowned slightly and slowly asked, "You said

that not long after you returned, the former Captain of the exploratory

team lost control?

"He didn't lose control for decades, but he suddenly lost control after

you returned?"

At the same time, Mr. Hanged Man raised his head and looked at Mr. Fool.

Seeing that Mr. Fool was very calm and without any hint of

abnormalities, his mood immediately eased. All the uneasiness he had

just now turned into questions.

*The Amon family is known as Blasphemers. Could it be that that person

discovered the Tarot Club and the secret above the gray fog, but he was

easily finished off by Mr. Fool?*

Derrick nodded seriously and said, "I guessed two reasons. One was

because I chose the Sun pathway, and you said that the Amon family was

the descendant of an ancient sun god. The other reason is that he

noticed that Mr. Fool was pulling me in to attend the gathering, so

changes happened to him, and it was proven to be the latter."

"How was it proven?" Alger pressed, leaving no stone unturned.

*Someone sensed that Mr. Fool was pulling him in to attend the

gathering? Someone can really detect it? How terrifying... As expected

of a Blasphemer...* Audrey was astonished and shocked.

She couldn't help but glance at the end of the long bronze table, and

she was immediately comforted by Mr. Fool's calm and indifferent

attitude.

*It's just a trivial matter. To Mr. Fool, it's just a trivial

matter...* Audrey thought with joy and relief.

*So it turns out that someone is able to discover the Tarot Club's

gathering... As expected, with so many pathways and so many Sequences,

there would always be a Beyonder power that can detect this... But for

me right now, this is a very bad thing... I'm still too weak. I have to

advance my Sequence as soon as possible...* Fors was momentarily

surprised and frightened.

Derrick truthfully described the events, "I saw Amon's shadow when the

Rampager was finished off by the Chief. It should be him. This is what

he looks like."

With the approval of Mr. Fool, Derrick conjured a light screen depicting

Amon.

A black classic robe, a matching pointed hat, a crystal monocle, a broad

forehead, a thin face, black eyes, black curly hair...

"Have any of you seen him before?" Derrick asked hopefully.

The Hanged Man, Justice, The Magician, and The World shook their heads

in unison.

Without harping on the matter, Derrick continued, "Amon's shadow was

eliminated by the Chief with the help of the mystical item, leaving

being a translucent worm.

"The Chief told me that it was only an avatar of Amon...

"He explained to me the reason for arranging it so I lived beside him.

After confirming that I was fine, he allowed me to return home. I was a

little afraid, unaware of any subsequent actions Amon might take.

Therefore, the moment I reached home, I prayed to Mr. Fool..."

"Wait," Alger interrupted The Sun with a frown, "you said that you just

experienced such a strange and terrifying incident, and the Chief let

you go home just like that? And the moment you returned home, you didn't

do anything but first pray to Mr. Fool?"

"Yes," Derrick answered blankly.

What's wrong with that? He found Mr. Hanged Man's attitude

rather odd.

Audrey vaguely felt that what The Sun had done wasn't right, but she

couldn't immediately figure out what was wrong. She just believed that

if she were in his shoes, she definitely wouldn't have done that. But at

that very moment, Fors had already covered her face.

*Too careless... I was like that in the past, and the price of that was

to use up a stone on my bracelet and start bearing the curse of the full

moon...* The best-selling writer sighed in her heart.

Alger glanced at Mr. Fool again. Seeing that he remained indifferent, he

forced himself to relax. He held his fist against his nose and said,

"After having such an interaction with that strange Amon, do you think

the Chief will just do a cursory inspection and be completely reassured

about you?

"If that's really the case, that former captain of the exploratory team

wouldn't have been imprisoned for forty-two years.

"In my experience, the Chief has definitely sent someone to secretly

monitor you, and you've undoubtedly exposed your own uniqueness!

"Don't doubt this. If the Chief isn't that careful, then there's no way

your City of Silver can last till this day under such abject

environments."

This... Derrick's eyes widened, being even more convinced that

Mr. Hanged Man was truly knowledgeable and that what he said made a lot

of sense!

*Th-the Chief discovered something abnormal about me? So, that's why he

had such an attitude when he heard my report? What should I do? What

should I do...* Derrick immediately became nervous and

frightened.

Noticing his concern, Alger scoffed.

"However, you don't have to worry about it for now. I just thought about

it, even if your City of Silver's Chief found out about your

abnormality, he would only suspect that you were possessed by Amon, that

you've been contaminated by him, and wouldn't think of the Tarot Club.

You still have time, so you can slowly think of a way to resolve this

problem."

Derrick calmed down a little and honestly said, "Back then, I really was

possessed by Amon."

"What?" Alger blurted out.

He nearly left his seat, taking on a combat stance to fend off any

accidents.

Audrey and Fors immediately tensed up. Only the gloomy World showed mere

surprise.

Startled by the reaction of Mr. Hanged Man, Derrick quickly added, "Mr.

Fool discovered it while I was praying."

As he spoke, he conjured the scene which Mr. Fool had sent to him back

then. Dressed in a pointed hat and a crystal monocle, Amon's illusory

figure was coiled around his Spirit Body like the ghost of a python.

Seeing Justice and Magician trembling from the bottom of their hearts,

The Hanged Man immediately pressed on, "What happened next?"

"Later, Mr. Fool taught me a ritual. Through the ritual, 'He' sent his

angel to purify Amon's avatar," Derrick replied without embellishing or

simplifying anything.

Angel? The Hanged Man looked in shock at the end of the bronze

table.

He hurriedly lowered his head when he realized that his actions were

impulsive and impolite.

Angel? Audrey was momentarily left dazed.