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"Did you take Mr. Men's uniqueness away from him?"

The real creator was silent for a moment: "Yes, and no. Fantasy-Ji, \耕+薪,最_全*"

I'm really fed up with this kind of specious answer.

"Then why did it appear on my body?"

The dark vertical pupils in the curtain suddenly condensed and stared at him intently. After more than ten seconds, the real creator said, "This is... an accident."

"Accident?"

This answer surprised Edward at first, but then he felt relieved - it was an accident, that's good. Even the real creator said it was an accident, so it should be a real accident, which means that everything he encountered should not be the result of someone else's arrangement.

However, a new question arises: what kind of accident would allow a "thing" like uniqueness to fall upon a person like me who is outside the world of the Lord of Mysteries?

"You... know where I come from, right?"

This time, his answer surprised Edward:

"have no idea."

"Then why did you treat me like that..."

At this point, Edward suddenly didn't know how to express it. Was it goodwill? Or something else?

"Because... you have... the door... in your hand."

So it is the light that occupies the only path through the door?

He paused and continued, "But... He shouldn't... appear... in your hands, so... the other me... wants... to kill you."

Oh shit.

"Then what exactly did you want to do when you traded with Mr. Men about the uniqueness of the path to the door?"

The vertical pupils in the curtain blinked and said in a buzzing voice: "Fight against the coming doomsday."

What is the connection between the two?

"You mean the Outer Gods?"

"perhaps..."

"But why can the uniqueness help you fight against the Outer Gods... or the Apocalypse?"

The real creator said: "That involves... another me...'s plan, I am not very clear... either. ￠白-马/书+院- \已+發,布+最′核心,咬~洁?0?0\晓′税+旺` *追~蕞·薪~彰-踕·"

"Isn't this all you?"

"No, that's... another me."

The real creator has completely split into two people!

Edward scratched his head. "So you asked Lord Ouroboros to bring me here this time... Wait, so it was another you who brought me here?"

"That's right."

He said, "But I... also want to see you... to confirm whether your... door... is really in the hands of someone... who was not in the plan."

"Are you sure now?"

"Um."

Edward took a breath and asked in a deep voice, "Then why don't you choose to kill me... like the other you?"

The true Creator did not answer for a long time.

"My other self... wants to control everything too much... He wants... everything... to develop... according to His... plan. But... now the accident... has happened... Killing you... won't make... the plan go back to the original state... it will only make... everything... completely messed up... If I keep you... maybe there will be... hope."

Although His words still sounded like a buzzing gibberish, there was logic in his words, and they did not seem like something that the crazy real Creator in the original book could say.

Edward couldn't help wondering: So what happened to Him? Why did He change so much?

At this moment, the vertical pupils behind the curtain were suddenly dyed red with thick blood, and a strong malice appeared. Edward suddenly felt as if his whole body was pricked by needles.

This pain is not directed at the body, but at the soul.

His heart was pounding. Was he going to switch to the personality that wanted to kill me at this time?

Fortunately, the thick blood-red quickly receded, and the True Creator continued, "Leave here...as soon as possible..."

"I want to leave too. Please ask Ouroboros to take us out later. ~小￠税·宅~¨蕪!错~内容/"

"No... Ouroboros... can't leave either... unless the other... me helps him... but once... the other me wakes up... he will definitely... kill you."

"Then how am I supposed to get out?"

"Either go to... the Giant King's Court, meet... Sasriel, and then open... the door... or... go find Amon... He can... come in and out of here freely..."

Edward was stunned. These two methods were more tricky than the other.

Now Sasriel is just a shell with only malice left. If you go to see Him, you must be prepared for a big fight; going to find Amon is no different from committing suicide.

"I need to... fall into a deep sleep... to suppress the other... me... and leave... as soon as possible!"

After saying that, the pitch-black curtain fell again, covering the huge vertical pupil. Then the curtain rolled up and disappeared abruptly.

Edward was the only one left standing on the illusory beach, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Da da da.

There was a sound of footsteps. It was Bernadette who came with Lilith in her arms. Ouroboros was not there.

Lilith's face was full of worry: "Edward, are you okay?"

Edward smiled and touched her head: "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

"No! But even if you are angry, Miss Lilith will still care about you."

"Lilith is so nice."

She raised her chin: "Right!"

Bernadette said at this time: "The angel has left." She asked with some surprise in her eyes, "Did you just...really see the real Creator?"

"right."

Edward nodded and sighed: "The good news is that the true creator has no ill will towards me for the time being. The bad news is that the two of us may be trapped in the God-forsaken Land."

"That angel of fate couldn't send us away?"

He spread his hands helplessly: "No."

Edward explained the two ways to leave the God-Forsaken Land, and then pointed to the magnificent palace and walls on the distant mountain peak: "That is the Giant King's Court. Once we get there, we can open a door leading to the outside world and get out. Oh, that door is the gray-blue door we just came in through. It's just that we just arrived here from a dream, and that over there is the real Giant King's Court."

Bernadette said, "Since the God-Forsaken Land has been isolated from the outside world for thousands of years, it means that it is not easy to leave through that gate, right?"

"Well, there is an Angel King blocking the door. Although He probably doesn't have the strength of an Angel King now, I think it's a bit unreasonable for the two of us to go. Besides, the journey there certainly won't be smooth sailing."

She then asked, "What is your relationship with Him?"

"This... can't be explained in a few words. In a sense, I am His follower. It's just that His current state is very bad. He may go crazy at any time. When He goes crazy, He will kill me."

Bernadette glanced at him and knew that he was holding back on what he said, but she did not continue to ask, but changed the question: "Is there no other way to leave?"

"I'll...try."

Edward first got into the leather bag, opened the vanishing cabinet and got in. Just like the first time he went to Calderon, the vanishing cabinet could not cross the God-forsaken Land and "reality".

Then he tried to summon Phoenix, but there was no response either.

Then there is only one way, to sacrifice to Mr. Fool.

At the last Tarot Club, Alger mentioned that the Little Sun could reach the outside world by drilling into the Traceless Stretching Spell and sacrificing it to Mr. Fool.

However, Edward didn't know the follow-up of this incident. But since Little Sun didn't ask for help again and Mr. Fool didn't mention it again, it meant that Derrick should be out of danger.

But Edward felt that he should not have come to the outside world, otherwise Klein would not have mentioned it.

Did the sacrifice fail, or was there something else going on?

This is something we need to ask Mr. Fool.

Chapter 345 Moving Forward

"I want to seek help from a mysterious being I believe in. Please wait for a moment."

As he spoke, he appeared in an apparition several dozen meters away, then took out the picture frame, injected spirituality into it, and entered an independent space.

He conjured up a chair and sat down, clasping his hands together and praying to Mr. Fool:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck..."

...

Spirit world.

In the Gothic floating castle, Klein, who was killed by a pierced chest, was lying on the stone bed in the castle. Renette Tinicole was sitting beside him holding her four beautiful heads, and four pairs of scarlet eyes were staring at Klein's body.

Compared to when he fell, the hideous wound on Klein's chest has healed a bit, but it will still take some time to fully recover.

His face was pale, his body was stiff, and he still showed no sign of life.

But if I were to describe it in one word, perhaps it would be... lifelike?

At this moment, Klein's soul was trapped in his broken and dead body, in a state of nothingness and chaos, with no perception of anything in the outside world.

At this moment, a prayer voice as soft as the hum of a mosquito came from far away: "Fools who do not belong to this era..."

Klein's consciousness perked up.

Is this someone praying to me?

This sound is...

Edward?

Wait, didn't I die again?

How can I still hear other people's prayers?